Best Neutral Poems
Not a single person is happy on earth
Still we praise God for his bountiful love and worth
If God were all powerful as everyone affirms
Why doesn't he end all our problems and confirms
So many die of hunger, so many unwell
Every one suffering, for many life is a hell
If he were a true father, he should find this unbearable
With true love his actions are no way comparable
Scriptures state we suffer for our sins
Because God gave us free will we sin
When we sin he watches without stopping us
Either he lacks power or doesn't care about us
God is heartless and merciless of all
Every sin we do punishment does befall
Sinners he will never acquit
No one can sin and get away with it
What I feel I am telling you
God is as helpless as me and you
If not helpless at least moody for sure
Not all you ask you will get I am sure
I feel God is neither bad nor good
He is a mere spectator doing what he should
He is doing it all maybe for livelihood
His role is definitely misunderstood
23.03.2021
Submitted to :
Contest Name : It only seems that way
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann
NEUTRAL COLOURS
Special species in speeches,
Thronging the long lawn.
Chameleon:echelon of neutrality.
Pavillion:bullion of activities.
Springtime:symbol of productivities.
Humans abound around,
The globe for abode.
Different but not,
Inference for lot.
Global creed of love,
Total rid of war.
Loot the line-cross,
Pool the fire-molt.
ADEOLA YUSUF AMUNI
Point To Be Noted
Q.If some women say we want to go to Mosque or Golden temple in bikini would that be OK?
Ans.No,because that place is not their property.Sure women can wear anything in public place but not those places which requires dress code.
Overlooked and underpaid
Quite fetching in a suit with vest
Ascot tied about the neck
Reminds me of my wedding day
Black and white mixed creamily
becomes this neutral hue.
Graphite becomes art in strokes
and shading; imagination is the only limit.
Warns of moisture falling from the sky
The face of death and rot
Charcoal is left after a fire
and nature uses its neutrality
To give color its vivid intensity.
By Doris Culverhouse
If you have no guess.....
Grey is the subject of my poem.
Color my world --contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Won 6th place
Thanks Nette!!
Cherub's unfurled fingers faithfully extend to his fallow fringe
hung from a chest made firm by suede, sweat and rain.
Chernobyl blue irises mimic April '86 radiation,
dessimating her Cherokee's sense of societal decency.
Devoted to her capture, suede cape kidnapped,
kept protected.
Kernel lodges promise in her gut, cob of compassion sprouts
from yellow potential.
Shrewd Indian whisks his skin of citrine amber sap seraphim
away, to landscape blameless bare.
Motor mumbles underwater torture breathes through
chrome clothing.
Frothy stew swirling storm of snake flesh snow flakes.
Cherub's education quells emotion, pain never developed.
Teepee tall frame levitates in opaque of inequitable love.
Flimsy slim strands strong in Cherub's raised comprehension.
Fringe flown backwards flattens beneath her face,
bohemian bombastic.
Dislodged sand grains foretell
Grasp nestled naive fledgling
Prospered pillion flame
7th June 2022
Written for Contest:
Like A Child
Sponsor:
Regina McIntosh
Wind blows to set strain apart.
Yet, sheep joyfully bear it a cross.
Hardly do they mind to depart,
Rather tag the fight posse.
Im not fake.
I bake natural cake.
It may really ache
And take time- for a sake
But never been opaque.
With joy, pen swims through tunnel:
For sacrifice, mind walks through the valley;
Fastening pages to the trunnel,
Trading lines and stanzas energy for galley.
Outpouring enough through grace funnel...
Flying birds, quills feather.
Chirping sounds good a say,
In all kinds of troubling weather.
Knowledge grows not grey.
Don't just know YOU:
Somewhat stupid and funny, a star.
Not only in all you do,
People choose to write you memoir.
into the day forced by the light
religion plagued and in disguise
closed off mind lavish demise
into the dark forced by the night
fueled by the hate angry lost time
closed off mind no way to shine
into the day forced by the light
open up your mind and set yourself free
Jesus and the Devil ain't got nothin' on me
into the dark forced by the night
think for yourself and you'll set yourself free
Jesus and the Devil ain't got nothin' on me
out of the day into the night
into the day forced by the light
out of the dark into the light
into dark forced by the night
Money is neutral,
Gold for miracle worker,
Rascal for feral.
The Only Me Is Neutral
Neutral heart, mind, and soul, is all I feel at this moment. But for moment I felt happiness the sadness and pain joy that crept all over me at once. Who would of thought I lose it all but now I’m over it and I’m making my own name without you. I’m laughing I’m crying I’m smiling I’m bleeding these things they make me neutral the make me blank they free me yet trap me. I never asked you and never will to set me free this isn’t killing me this isn’t letting me live it keep me in one place. I never really thought that I had feeling for they felt frozen and yet they’re there and then they aren’t. What this is me I’m neutral, I’m neutral of heart of mind and soul never moving never stopping.
To protect and serve
Is a blue line blurred
In a dated colour scheme
***
the “neutral”
the bigot walks around the empire
head held high
worrying not in the least about the rights of humans cohabitating
with the rest of us &
as long as the bigot’s opinions are not called into question
s/he goes about her/his day
taking part in the systematic oppression of others
taking part in the denial of rights to others that one unappreciatively holds
themselves &
believing in a illusion of “freedom” & “democracy”
which completely stifles the mindset of
progressive change.
however,
if the bigot’s opinions are called into question,
they certainly get ornery,
but they do not hide what they think,
rather, they wear it on their shoulder &
bear it to all who ask.
and then, there are those say they’re “neutral,”
wanting to keep things the same as they have always been,
so as to not rock their little boat
&
though they know in their own hearts that
the depriving of anyone of those things that they have so easily
gone through their own lives with is fundamentally wrong,
they do not want to admit it aloud
for fear that others will react, quite possibly differing in opinion
with them
&
again,
this would leave goose bumps on their little shoulders,
making them leave the room in tears.
when the integrity of the “neutral” is addressed
(because they have done nothing, said nothing---having not even
effortlessly supported the rights of those around them who have
been kept down for so long through signing a petition)
they get thrown into a blathering tizzy &
start throwing fingers out in random directions
claiming that now they feel insulted
by the mere accusation that the indifference which they blatantly show
is a blockade keeping others from thriving &
enjoying life in the same
manner that they do---
these “affected” individuals go on the war path
attacking everyone & anything with more vigor than
anyone could have imagined that they had inside them
only a minute ago &
any onlooker might wonder just where it came from.
A negative high,
to a positive try,
a very sad goodbye,
to a very happy hi.
Though my eyes tear,
my hope remains strong,
what I thought was fear,
was faith all along.
You climb up one side,
you slide down the other,
it comes from inside,
like you came from your mother.
I will smile through sorrow,
I will mean what I say,
I should stop thinking tomorrow,
and start living today.
A negative high,
to a positive try,
a very happy goodbye,
to a very, very sad lie.
There is something wrong with me, I agree,
So now I try to figure what's wrong with the thing,
Is the thing wrong me or I wrong the thing,
If I wrong the thing yes blame on me,
So why the thing wrong with me and still point fingers at me,
You should find a way to control the thing,
it can be under the right thing,
And live happily aver after with something ,
neutral and balance with me.
My eyes are neutral
Observing the horizon
Morning may never come
The birds may never chirp
My song may never be heard
If that sun never rises
It'll be because I didn't make it
I'm tired of everything
Though I have no reason to be
I've just got a foolish heart
My reflection reveals something hideous
Because my soul can't shine through
The layers of depression
That cover my body so heavily
And I'm not sure how to get rid of them
I yearn for fields of strawberries
Wearing straw hats and smiles
Watching the lazy clouds float past
With my child on my shoulders
Overlooked by my proud wife
Irony is me finding a glimmer of hope
In the darkest moments of night
When I fail to find slumber
And somber thoughts beckon
I remember to hold on to myself
Voices are the water that hydrate my soul
Allowing positivity to blossom
Displaying even an inkling of gravitas
I just want to feel the comfort of others
So that I'm not alone with myself
Truth be told I'm just a wilted flower
Digging my roots into concrete
Because conditions don't allow me to grow
And even the prettiest dream is a nightmare
When it's something I'll never attain
My eyes are neutral
Observing the horizon
Morning may never come
The birds may never chirp
My song may never be heard
Barbie and Ken, you can now step aside
For Mattel's bringing new kids to town -
"Creatable World," as the dolls will be called,
In all skin tones from pale to dark brown.
Each doll comes with wigs, both a short and a long
And a wardrobe with skirt, shirt and pants,
So when children are playing, all choices are fine
And no one will be looking askance.
For gender-neutrality now has a place
In the market for fashion and toys
And being inclusive, the experts agree,
Curbs intolerance ere it destroys.
Though researchers found much support for these dolls,
Acceptance remains to be seen.
I myself am confused but I guess they'll be loved
By those children who feel in-between.