Best Noun Poems


Collective Noun For Poets

A melancholy of poets
A suffering of poets
A torment of poets
A provoking thought of poets

An expression of poets
An inspiration of poets

A rhyme of poets
A verse of poets
A stanza of poets

An anthology of poets
A poem of poets

We are all poets
however some of us
go to the trouble
of writing it down

Premium Member Faeries Found Freelance Forest

faeries found freelance forest	
matched up verbs and adjectives
married them fine and dandy
the nouns were so mad

Premium Member Haiku - Poetry of the Noun

.                                      Moonlight serenade
                                  Crickets frogs and fireflies
                                    Midnight summer dream

                                              ~~~~~~ 

                             Inspired by:  Brian  Strants contest

                                       Awarded:  Third Place


Airs and Graces (Haiku For Bryan's Noun Haiku Contest) Haiku No 29

A stretch in evening
Weeping Willow under snow
All airs and graces

Premium Member Poetry of the Noun

evening perfume

a flower blossom primrose

memory of you

Note:
Many older Japanese haiku poets wrote haiku without verbs,adverbs,adjectives ,hence my 
title today.Of course they wrote in Japanese so such a theory do not always easily 
cross/transfer linguistic barriers.

Rattle the Noun

winter dial swift
copy sprout
rooster thyme pray


Premium Member LOVE AS A NOUN AND A VERB

Isn’t it amazing how the word love when used as a noun
has such a wonderful meaning…is a word of great renown?

But, for me, the word love is most magical
most breathtaking
and its meaning most wonderfully superb…
every time we choose
to use it as a verb
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member A Heart Who Bleeds Words

My heart bleeds words which take the form of poetry – by poet

There is grace in the nouns
     Freedom in the verbs
          There is music in the prose
   Whispers of light in the poem

There is hope in the thoughts
     Promise in the ideas
          There is silence in the heart
   Joy in the kindest breath

There is faith in the inspirations
     Rhythm in the stanza
          Laughter in the romance
   Feelings powerful and clever

There is expectation in the lyrics
     Recovery in the soft conjunctions
          Pearls of wisdom in the style
   Life that welcomes gentle insight

There is harmony in the quiet songs
     Magic that reminds us to love
         Beyond the words and phrases
   All the way onto the blank pages

There is beauty in the compositions
     Tunes of melodies easy and gentle
           Coloring souls in hues of serenity
   Peace that surpasses the empathetic

There is kindness in the starry shimmers
      Hearts both breathtaking and brilliant
          Souls so warmed by their passions
   They are shadowed by love without conditions

There is longing in the one who writes
     Both sad things and glad things
          Whatever details might enlighten
   Bringing to life the story, the poem….

Felt by a heart who knows words
     Give their lives the dance, the waltz
          That brings life to their souls
   And a narrative to their goals

Written by a heart who bleeds words!

Darling You Are My Noun

Your that being, that shadow, that figure in my mind.
My vision is pointless, could see your face in eternal blind.
Your that woman I describe, a faceless figure in my dreams.
No author dare describe your beauty, lack of creative means.
Rather die than ever loose you, A fear that can not worsen.
Your are my hero darling, You've always been my PERSON.

You take me on adventures, show me things I've never seen.
Your passion, love and beauty bring shame to what I dream.
Your eyes have made a shield and your heart is my protector.
Our love has made a symphony and our future the conductor.
Like a guide within your love, your trust, your grace.
My future, my dream, my darling your my PLACE. 

I can't try to write it, can't even describe.
Don't know what wakes me up, what opens my eyes.
Shows me how to love and who will receive.
Fills my life with joy to overwhelming to conceive.
Makes me be a better man with family and with friends.
Shows me how to find the answer from which the love I send.
Lets me soar, lifts me higher like wind beneath my wings.
My darling its you, my noun. my PERSON my PLACE my THING.

Realist Male Face Mask : The Disguise

They wrote this play to target
folk like us to be together.
Anyone who share these types of interest
would find this worthy of paying
money to see.
It's a neither lacks excitement or meaning
instead it combines them both
with the popular detail that makes
something entertaining and great.
The play set it self uses a three room set
 and a laboratory set where
the actors engage into the exciting skits
 of know thingness
that fuses a storyline
which creates villans and heroes
allowing the folky people create
the narritive which
might instruct the audiences
sense of what's happening.
The guy wears a mask and stands
to distance him slef
while another man who knows whats going on
and he knows why it's going on so he
engages into foolishness with no purpose.
He dawns the same mask and stay's in the distance
too. The badguy mask wearer is looking for
the secret formula: he knows who has it
and he know's where it is. He must get close enough to
retreive the formula which he beleives to be his.
Goodluck Production company in collaberation with
Break a leg Drama Inc.
and VerbArea Music Company. Border and Cuclorama
Direction and Staff.

Premium Member When Health Is Not a Noun

If health is just an unprivileged noun
and healthy is her adjective,
what is dynamic healthing,
the man-verb?

Some think healing LeftBrain Yang,
others feel therapeutic RightBrain SacredYin
matriarchal mostly.

But we all can bicamerally find active healthing
in secular/sacred Integrating,
cooperative creolization,
deductive/inductive transubstantiation.

Or do you find ego-healing
in secular dominant segregating
deductive
reductive
Either/Or
dualistic thinking about health
with no sacred hope of truly beautiful wealth
through one mere mortal lifetime?

Integration's noun is Integrity
which is as sacred,
or merely LeftBrain dominant secular,
as organic bilateral life ourselves
lived fully Golden Ruled
for our CoMessianic selves
and our originally disintegrated
Bodhisattva ego-health/eco-wealth
yang/yin holistic 
ZeroZone zen
sum

Integrity's health-wealth intent
toward each Moment's 
PrimeRelational potential
for polyphonic-polypathic-polynomial
synergy.

Sista Twista the Holedriller

she pregant
and he's helping her
saying that's his brothers girlfreind
he aint tryna get no promotion honey.
theyhe dat baby daay.
he did this don't let him fool
you baby! don't let him fool you !
I've been drillin holes for
fourty three years
I know what's going on.

Noun

melancholy

Premium Member A Noun Poem

Dreams
Unicorn 
Clouds
Sun

Violets
Daisies
Coneflower
Sun

Meadow
Queen Anne’s Lace
Garden
Sun

Daydream
Soul
Nap
Sun

Love
Magic
Youth
Sun

But it is truly the noun

et·y·mo·log·i·cal
[?ed?m?'läj?k?l]
adjective
relating to the origin and historical development of words and their meanings:
"an etymological dictionary" · "the etymological roots of the word are of interest."
I earned a name quite a few years ago.
The name is Adam Barha.
I do not even know if that has incurred a spelling mistake or not.
But it is truly the noun, proper enough, not the adjective.
9:34 AM
Sunday, January 14, 2024

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