Best Modesty Poems
Modesty is no virtue
when it comes to love.
Love should be worn
brightly~ daily! Nightly!
Shouted loudly! – Boldly!
Let love's many voices
Sound~ Rebounding heart-felt
joyful echos –
Sing love's lovely delight!
Shake the earth with
together vibration; let the
universe hear love's clear
clamor – let fly amorous
moon-beams – let stars' starry
eyes open wide to the sweet
dear call of comforting nestle –
let love be the body's spiritual
vessel
All depends on love's, dreamy,
gleam-y, creamy honey flow –
the child, needing love if
healthily, affectionately to grow –
the blossom needing love if
to dazzle, wink, make flowery show –
love must be freed, if love
to charmingly glow...if a heart
to ever another heart intimately
know –
I never came across the man
Who has more charms, more prominent charisma…
And every morning when I shave
Looks back at me with admiration…
He also modest to the fault
Extreme good looks would never hurt…
He also smart… I have to thank
All those mirrors in my bathroom!!!
When just a child the poet's mom said "Son
Throughout your life beware the sin of pride
Remember this when every day is done
What counts the most is who you are inside"
At first he thought his mother's words unfair
For recognition surely has its place
In time he witnessed prideful thoughts can flare
When undue adulation supplants grace
The poet took to heart his mother's words
Too many accolades can turn your head
Vainglory flits away on wings of birds
What's left is mostly emptiness and dread
Life immersed in modest exhibition
Satisfied with honorable mention
Character is not a question today,
Had it but now Pardon me for so,
Rationality have perished,
No it diminished in me may be, today
You pious, extra-terrestrial,
Leave or wear the shackles of false modesty,
Beware they are expensive n delicate.
To suspect a head, for something brainy,
So unethical pardon me for it.
Pinch me please to shatter this terrible dream,
Cause I’m in crowd of madness.
Have no cure, in a book or IN A hand of affection,
Their my insecurities prevail, I introspect,
Beauty of ‘twenty-first’ wants to blind me.
There is noticeable nothing but one,
As you age, rigid adherence prevails,
Not for one, but for the things,
For time, for love, and happiness.
For family, for affection.
Hardly passed a day without,
In today’s contracting life,
What a glorified past it was,
A dead memory fumbles in my head,
Pinching discontent in me.
Wake up and loosen your fingers,
This tight grip of memories let them go,
Before they bore you dead,
Turn you into nothingness just as they are,
Pose for now, today and smile.
Don’t suppress inner voice!
Breathless heart, Beat, accept the moment
With a new beginning, and so beat,
End these discontented sighs, which
Remind you of those memories,
Your starvation have no cure, but
Shake your head and think and find,
Simply greeting death, is not sound,
Have a long way to go yet,
Breathe and make your lips like a half moon.
Go with such gait and don’t let the grief,
Defeat you, but swallow it,
No matter how bitter life’s pill is,
Live, live hard, only option to go for,
Or gleam your eyes with the dream, …For you!
In which eternal peace awaits after final scream!
Modesty where has it gone
Does it no longer exist
Are there no boundaries now
Is morality on the blacklist?
Everything on display
For all the world to see
Oh ,how times have changed
In the world of modesty
Young girls in early teens
Dressed so scantily
Unaware of the effect
Of the message being perceived
Some parents just not parenting
No words of inappropriate dress
No advice or guidance given
On simply being modest
I know the world has changed
For the better in equality
I just wish we could encourage
A little more modesty!
Everyone is special with a certain claim to fame
And accordingly, everyone is nothing just the same
So when you step back and ponder who and what you are
Remember the practices you’ve done to get this far
And though, the thoughts bypass on how great you have become
Humble yourself quickly or from ruin, you may run
It’s the epitome of ignorance that judges all the world
While disillusion fertiles thought of a life neatly furled
For, it doesn’t really matter what you think you have become
Denying dispensability will put you back where you came from
Each and every one of us is here to help one another
And, everyone out there is your sister and your brother
So when modesty surpasses you, and you have the world by the tail
Beware of the experience of what it’s like to fail.
When in having or showing a seemingly moderate,
most humble estimate of one's great merits,
and importance, free from ones vanity,
egotism, boastfulness, or grateful pretensions.
When free from ostentation or showing extravagance.
Can you a modest house,
white washed as new cotton picket fences.
When kind when in having,
or showing a proper regard for the decencies
behavior, speech, long fevered press,
and desert is best served:
when a modest neckline is not seen on that dress.
A demure young chorus girl.
Not being prudish could suggest an exaggerated,
self-conscious proper well fitting form of modesty
or propriety in behavior or lacking in conversation
when one whom like I, being thought of, as you wish
to be thought of,
easily shocked and who more often than not
is thinkingly tolerant.
Could a prudish objection to a harmless remark thus provoke.
When I am loving you, but you never me.
Bold, but coarse.
Often is the bread, when seeing the greenest sea.
I am but a small,
humble, low, slower, meeker version of thee.
A candle light woman.
Bright camera woman,
and a dream for he, comes true.
Can you not find,
this being this your modest of modest of styles today.
Can we not be ostentatious or kind of pretentious
without it being unseemingly, not extremely or excessively?
When it is modest and moderate,
decorous and or decent, when coming, I ask this of thee.
Love me and thou be art,
it is most often then, only when found by thee, is modestly.
Keeping due measure of your new found treasure.
It is a concentration of all of your riches,
and often one which is considered lost or forgotten
until being, you it is fire, 'rediscovered.
Of fine ripe women and wine, 'not improper or lewd,
Never once considered, a shrew.
'I will, ' therefore, with only thee...
Being that women adorned in themselves is modesty...
When beechen quickened red buds begin then to swell,
And the woods, far off this woman can see.
Being thus when this is, I have written
on this page.
It seems too me like modesty.
A floral parasol gave shade,
to features darkly fine and drawn.
No laugh lines marked her sweet facade,
a countenance both pale and wan.
She glided by the garden wall
and shed a tear, a wistful sigh;
the blossoms bent as if in awe,
the warblers chirped in sympathy.
I yearned to take her arm, to find
the reason for her dire distress,
but modesty prevailed.
Consumed with unrequited love
my passion full curtailed.
The mammoth task that my ambitions view,
Shall intercept with reason why I care
To change this woman from the god I knew
Becomes the pedestal, that none compare.
I see her shape and form delight the day,
My having known her finds I care this much
A complimentary distance can portray;
That this is not illusion hence the touch.
She signals that elusiveness as blessed,
That modesty before it, serves our souls
With everything that nature has to test
Provides us with problem solving goals.
Heaven lit when words from her were spoke,
Presenting us with merchandise to fill,
The universe, and that's where gods provoke
A strength that carries us, far well.., until.
And if I'm asked, "Do you believe in god?"
With shyness should I say, she is unknown,
But holds the 'Golden Sceptred," magic rod
Provided by this write, and godly throne.
Modesty antedates clothes and will be resumed when clothes are no more. (Mark Twain)
When Adam donned his fig leaf
Was a sense of decency assumed.
When sons of Adam
Again find it cute
To be comfortable
In their birthday suit
Will simple modesty be resumed.
Modesty is: not
owning even one mirror
~ So is poverty
Become a (wo)man of peace.
Help the world, be content.
It isn’t up to governments.
Celebrate your free heart
in grateful virtue and
with modest speech.
Soothe the ever angry,
invite them in and dare trust;
be proud equals not at odds.
With new friends welcome,
double joys by sharing,
save the planet by being happy.
R-emain down-to-earth,
B-e free of heart's hate, anger,
P-ride and mind's conceit.
Topic: Birthday of Ruby B. Pacamara (March 12)
Form: Acrostic Haiku
I
The Poems I didn't write
Are words that sit tight
In throat, trials, every fight
Between Beloveds
II
She told others but just not him
His loving, living, quarreling
Were poetry in motion, a ring
Of words binding
Finger, hand, heart
III
Imagine a world, a family, couples ...
Who spoke the poems of life & love?
Snap a photograph
And don't flinch
You know you're perfect