Best Multi Poems
Wearing wireless headphones as I listen to the news.
I'm outside watching children playing, taking in the views.
There is screaming in my ears two voices disagree.
A little girl serves her playmates imaginary tea.
They're speaking on the pod, unarmed victims shot by police.
Captives tortured in war. I hear our own. I hear their pleas!
There's screaming in my ear a few voices disagree.
Little girls sitting pretend to speak French saying Oui, Oui!
There are typhoons hitting an island, reminds me of a tsunami.
Also officials gathering parts of a plane shot down by an army.
What happened to the plane that went missing, no one remembers.
Teenagers on the street play basketball great kids, great neighbors.
The president uses his pen, makes some politicians angry.
There is screaming in my ears so many voices disagree.
The girls skip rope, laughter fills the air and singing too.
Pundits discuss, argue this and that it's what they do.
Night and day is closer then these scholars and their degrees.
Theres screaming in my ear, voices, everyone disagrees.
The guys still shooting hoops, living the life, always polite.
Protests on the streets, the police display their might.
Some back peaceful protests others speak accusingly.
There is screaming in my ears, crowds of voices disagree.
I wave goodbye to the boys, we'll talk, I'll see them again soon.
The children want me to skip rope I play along like a buffoon.
They laugh that I can't skip properly. I leave them to their play.
There's screaming in my ear, voices...might as well talk to clay
My sleep will be hard, in the morning the sun will shine, children will wake.
What kind of world will we leave, you smile and laugh but feel like a fake.
Look how well we have done. When did we stop being one, being mild.
What happened to being cohesive? It takes a village to raise a child.
There is too much screaming in my ears, too many voices disagree.
I can only pray, lend my voice to the calm, hope we can all agree.
11~12~2014
Maurice Yvonne
Sponsor: Cyndi MacMillan
Contest Name: I CAN'T BREATHE: A peaceful Protest, An Anthology of Powerful Poems
Categories:
multi, care,
Form:
Rhyme
Just One Last Night – The Last Goodbye - A Musical Mini-Movie Duet
Sometimes, love lingers long after the last goodbye. We think we’re letting go—but in truth, we’re holding on.
Not just to memories, but to the soul that once stayed beside us.
The Ballad and mini-movie is about love and loss, about the quiet ache that never quite fades.
It asks:
Can love become a tether?
When all it ever wanted was to be free?
“Just One Last Night” explores that space between presence and release—
Where devotion becomes a quiet chain, and one heart’s longing might keep another from crossing into the light.
Note: The poem below qualifies the Lyrics of the Ballad in the movie which are not included here so as not to give away the story.
Click on CC on the video itself to follow the song lyrics.
Tip: best listened to with headphones.
A flame in the dark I lit
blind to the shadow it cast
Love, a thread spun of moonlight,
I thought forever would last
I built a shrine from memories
not caring I’d sealed his soul.
Lingering on ~ his reluctant spirit
Between enduring torn.
The path ahead for me was dim
The fault all mine – he couldn’t soar
Reluctantly, with laboured breath,
I released and let my true love go
I lost his Soul with poignant grace
With soulful sorrow upon my face.
I invite you to click on and watch my video now to appreciate the impact of this poem.
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Categories:
multi, lost love,
Form:
Ballad
multi-colored balloons kiss the sky - a bright sunrise New Year surprise
Categories:
multi, valentines day,
Form:
Monoku
multi coloured bands
stretch across the morning sky- -
jupiter hidden
Categories:
multi, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Foggy mists engulfed the bright
When raindrops fell throughout the night
The lampposts glowed at midnights dark,
When sweethearts kissed at Lover's Park
Soaked wet through with glistening skin
Revealing all true love within
Drenched and over awed by charms
Entranced as held in each other's arms
The fluid rhythms, realm of rain
Where lamplights stream did gild the lane
Wet leaves dripped dreams from tinseled trees
And pulses flowed like rolling seas
The sultry spark of lover's kiss
Roused the feeling of lukewarm bliss
The tender touch of misty blow
Caused the heated hearts to glow
They sizzled and sparked like firework display
The world around them faded away
Transported to another place
Locked inside their warm embrace
Together they braved the soaking rains
For they were lost in lover's lanes
They could not bear to say goodbyes
Lost in the storm of lover's eyes
Passions roused beneath a silent moon
Hanging onto skies where stars are strewn
Rhythms of dreams ripe for the taking
Trembling in the kisses, utterly earthshaking
"Waves gently lapped the shore nearby
As we embraced, my love and I
My fingers touched my sweethearts hair
It felt like silk, so soft and fair"
Twas the splendour of their sweet kiss
That led to years of intense bliss
Gentle rainfall a lamppost glow
Enhanced the stellar, long ago
Although the rain then turned to hail,
They kissed until the moon was pale;
And he was found by mornings light,
alone, all drained of blood and white
Stanza 1 (Charles Messina) Stanza 2 (Dilly Dally)
Stanza 3 (Susan Ashley) Stanza 4 (Roger Carvis)
Stanza 5 (Natasha L Scragg) Stanza 6 (Andy Chunn)
Stanza 7 (Regina McIntosh) Stanza 8 (Andrea Dietrich)
Stanza 9 (Belle Bellevue) Stanza 10 (Jack Horne)
Categories:
multi, romantic,
Form:
Rhyme
Situated on the Southern tip of Africa
Where two oceans meet, lies my country of birth
A rainbow nation is what we are called
With eleven official languages
and many diverse cultures
it is not difficult to grasp why...
Skeptics said we would never make it,
against all odds we did,
Apartheid part of our history
a history we will never forget,
A history, we certainly should never disregard.
The budding King Protea,
The Blue Crane takes to flight
and the Springbok that leap over meadows
just a few of South Africa’s jewels...
Categories:
multi, history, places,
Form:
Narrative
"The Multi-tasker"
by: Eric L. Boddie
I am easily described by dynasties, empires, cultures and art
Though I am, at times, hard to see like Beauty in a hateful heart
Ladies call me a curse, but because of me, they are the most Blessed
Because if I leave, then a nine month me begins its progress
I am a gateway to connect with another when you get lonely
Whole World With me, that's how you start, only
If I levitate above myself, I become where humans send waste
But if I hover above my dear sister, then I am reduced to a portion of my grace
If you suspend a straight line directly over me, I will EXCITE your every Win!
Everybody knows me because without me, you will never see the end
Categories:
multi, art, character, education, identity,
Form:
Personification
Multi Ethnic Monarch
Get it together they all say
On labours path they have come to stay
Down the social they all prey,
Social security we drew today.
Awkward stress across streets
Voice aloud a shuffle a push,
Enter violence on this day
The day our nationals were blown away.
Holding onto life’s grip, forever free
Ethnic people we will be, the British ethnic minority
Queuing depth behind banners trod,
Unbeliever the action faced
England’s police in disgrace.
Ever present the cloud of doubt
No voice now there is no shout.
Categories:
multi, political,
Form:
Acrostic
Multi-task Joe is in the know
With a Type A personality.
Brilliant of mind, he’s the kind
To do things simultaneously.
He does not fail to read e-mail,
With laptop devoted and humming.
His cell phone scowled as he dialed
With the freight train fiercely coming.
Eating a snack, he crossed the track,
While for details he was asking.
Now, his coffin doubles for folks with troubles,
Sitting on his casket basking.
In a way, he is still multi-tasking!
Categories:
multi, humor, satire,
Form:
Quatrain
Joseph's pop gave him a multi-colored coat that put his brothers in a snit!
They became so outraged that the eldest bro suggested tossing him in a pit!
Praise the Lord! He was rescued, ended up in Egypt and had the last laugh!
Joe found favor in Pharaoh's eyes and was promoted to be his Chief of Staff!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
multi, funny, religion,
Form:
Clerihew
Tonight I smell musical notes in the air
as I taste babies breathe springlike smiles
and I feel the voice of reason
as I listen to velvet dark chocolate
while I see myself clapping angels
hands in the azure clear skies
As I have greater faith now
in my God's reality for me
through him a cultivation of a keen
sixth sense leading to a higher self
Love now blind for humanity
as I am now a multi-sensory being
intuitive, mystic, and psychic
a higher level of reason achieved
to care more for the universal common good
and in turn life better for my womanhood
By Susan Mills
Categories:
multi, faith
Form:
On a summer day
A day with children at play
Memories come back
The old neighborhood
How we used that neighborhood
So seldom inside
Our dirty bare feet
At games in constant motion
Lungs alive with joy
Drooping in at eve
And nearly too tired to eat
We lay down at last
To sleep dream away
A thousand phantoms linger
On a summer day
Categories:
multi, childhood, happinesssummer, summer,
Form:
Haiku
with age comes new skills;
I can laugh, cough, sneeze and pee
all at the same time
Categories:
multi, age, funny,
Form:
Haiku
Corona Virus..... oh shut up or shut down?
We are all in the same crisis run-a-round.
With or without Trump and Brexit it's the same ole' coffin.
There's no cure for the gormless boffin.
by
Martin Braun
3/14/2020
Categories:
multi, america, england,
Form:
Rhyme
Graced By Skies With Multi-Colored Blues
Were I to live ruling in my own domain
life would sail with everything to gain
Love would flow freely from a fountain
life as sheltered as snow upon a mountain
Mountains wrapped in those majestic hues
graced by skies with multi-colored blues
Meadows below glisten in panoramic sheen
awash with virgin colors in every scene
Trails swirling through forested stands
blessed travels within beautiful lands
Nature kissing the brightest blue skies
mornings whispering promises of no lies
Each trek an adventure into epic bliss
paradise scenes a shame to ever miss
Every cool breeze a tonic for the soul
discovery the pleasure, the final goal
Seasons set to comfort the spirit of man
adventure in the journey without a plan
Free spirit away from many roads of Rome
a Nature's feast in this wilderness home
As each morn's beautiful Sun did rise
every day in sweet life would surprise
My land, far away in this golden dream
where Man and Nature are a true team
Flying birds plentiful , beauty upon wings
so majestic that each heart and soul sings
Death shall not visit to cast its deep hell
life will journey forever down this trail
Could I ever conjure up this paradise place
Pray a blessing of God's mercy and divine grace!
Robert J. Lindley , 02-17-2015
Categories:
multi, creation, dedication, image, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme