Best Numbered Poems
There bloomed a field of flowers wild
across a meadow bare
fallen seeds from ravens beak
there traveled free of fare
Heavens tears washed their bed
then covered a blanket spun of sun
giving life to such fragile flowers
yet to life the winters come
Thin and sheer those sheets like glass
a pretentious lens on the past
much like innocence and a human soul
like ice they crack and adapt
Seasons ever change
and beauty washes away
Tis the artistry within the wild
the knowing it will never be the same
Oh yes, one day, they'll live again
they will seem even stronger than before
finding their moments bathed in tears
but their days in the sun no guarantor
Cruel winters shall never cease to come
vanishing colors first vibrant
just like the soul exponentially broken
ebbs it's passion and soon becomes silent
One must color the path they see
one must see the hues of their dreams
for the fare is no longer free of charge
nor the number of seasons we'll see
Categories:
numbered, color, dream, passion, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
Slowly crawling along searching for life's sustenance
no sense of urgency
no sense of future
Only living for today
leaving tomorrow's where they lie
basking in the heat of the sun
flapping your little effervescent wings
taking you where ever you want to go
Beware little friend
when the cold winds blow
and the sun slips farther away
movements will become more difficult
life will come to a crawl
no longer able to fly
we'll be frozen in time
Categories:
numbered, metaphor,
Form:
Personification
dawn’s light on iced smoke
hell’s heaven or heaven’s hell
sunrise on ashes
John G. Lawless
11/19/2105
Categories:
numbered, death, life,
Form:
Haiku
Take it easy,take it hard
Take it inch by inch,take it by the yard
Get it,how you get it
Remember how you got it
And don't ever say you forgot it
Remember a word so misunderstood
Superstitions got you knocking on wood
Got you making the sign of the cross
Got you thinking your friends a jinx and that's why you loss
We forget the things that mean the most
And get side tracked by something a star post
Caught up in bull*****that don't matter
Far fetched dreams make your ego a mirror that's shore to shatter
Remember the first time you had a crush
The first time you drank like a lush
The first time you ever kissed
But more importantly the time with your family you missed
Memories are the things you shouldn't forget
Rather then saying pappa need a new pair of shoes when you lay your next bet
Forget not betting the opposing team
Cause win or lose you'll never fur full you dream
Wake up like god parted the sky's and hit you with a light beam
Remember what really counts
Family not dollar amounts
Categories:
numbered, cancer,
Form:
Rhyme
~ Inexorably,
Our breaths tick off the minutes ...
Cherish ... every ... one ~
Categories:
numbered, appreciation, life, wisdom,
Form:
Senryu
The police were called in
two days after he didn't show
for dinner, and it took another
four days before they realized,
that the pile of clothes
they had all been
stepping over in the hallway
covered what was left of the
bloodless body.
It had been picked so clean
and so hygienically
that there had been
no suspicious odor.
The forensic experts
were called in and at first
it was a mystery that all thought
would take months to solve,
if ever.
Then, some canny constable
noticed the bite marks
of a three on one of the bones,
and then, after close observation,
the marks of a seven, and a one
twenty five.
The verdict was obvious!
Death by numbers. Not
the big ones,
he had always handled those.
It was the vicious little ones
that had caught him by surprise,
around the ankles,
early one morning,
in a darkened hallway,
on the way to the shower.
Case Closed!
Categories:
numbered, allusion,
Form:
Free verse
Fog thick as thieves reduces sight
Misty drops drip from eaves
All's quiet in nature's realm
How my heart slowly bleeds
Time seems to be swiftly ending
Days are numbered 'pon wall
See the calendar's pages move_
Xes seem to voice sqall
Categories:
numbered, life,
Form:
Rhyme
My days have been numbered,
Youth had had its call.
Daredevilry was my doing,
As I zipped on the highway,
Yielding to none,
Speeding away, speeding away.
How I miss those starlit nights,
Always new company,
Venting Rock's rants,
Evenings were for make-out.
But time would march on,
Even youth will be spent,
Ending in age's despair,
No one to care, with no one to care.
Now here I lie, an entity forgot,
Uncouth are my looks,
Mildewed is my frame,
Broken my body, as is my soul.
Everything's gone busted,
Roaring engine's gone rusted,
Eyesore for all,
Damned to Rust in Pieces?
~18 Jun 2016~
Categories:
numbered, age, allegory, body, car,
Form:
Acrostic
Oh,
such seams can find decay,
In slumber deep,
cowhide chalices hold sway,
yet, this pinstriped warlord was
cut from dreams that tend to fray…
Hear: bible bound numbers flow
to land the back of heads
to stave the headlights glare,
we tiny solar flares as such,
so sensitive to touch are
placid, trance like true a year,
a sequence queue
to channel flow inertia’s demands…
Stand here now in Detroit blue,
amid the standard few,
stamped in black,
the paper’s stack,
a supplement so blue:
Your car’s been numbered,
Your car’s been numbered true…
Your car’s been numbered,
Its restless slumber dreams of God,
like you.
Categories:
numbered, devotion,
Form:
Carpe Diem
The sun danced along joyfully
The moon clapped beautifully
The breeze swung here and there
The stars came singing of hope,
The oceans, the rivers and the sand
Gathered in the field to watch nature.
When you go home do not eat
The manner shall fall this night
The activist shall rise without mouth
Without your nose shall mouth stand
The age of mother nature is written
on my palms and can be counted here.
Tell grave that mother must not come
to her with a bleeding body that curse
Tell the idle ants not to boast to father
Tell the jobless birds that nature is angry
Make them eat their vomits and venoms
For being jobless on the sky's market place.
I can stand and judge the earth
I can count the forest with my eyes
Do not look at my eyes locked away
I am the night of the night in dreams
When Nature comes home with me
on the Bamboo chair shall he sit to eat.
The age of mother earth is numbered;
Her age is written before men of grace
Soon, she would be gone from this planet
Soon, she would be tale to tell to fables
Our children shall see her no more here
but shall be told of her troubles to men.
When the messiah shall come in glory
The earth shall be no more but a snow
Where will you be then at sight of this?
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
Categories:
numbered, abuse, analogy, art,
Form:
Ballad
And I'm cool with that.
Past point of needin
believin in
all things to all folks
now honin on ownin
perfect not neglect
gifts like egg yolks
puree and saute
scramble and maybe
some salsa today
(ok, probly)
glad i've made friends with some
people not good what I am
but good what i'm not!
'cause we're all in it together.
Categories:
numbered, life, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
in to the wilderness
wandering
mountain&plains
seeking
directions
to a promised
land
a generational
journey
of idolatry
epic
in length
a rondo in words
of
eras of revelation
kadesh to moab
in stops&
starts
a triadic
device
inspired
by a source
so divine
songs&oracles
and mosoretic text
narratives
of drama
comedy
ritual law
in
organisational detail
values
at the deepest
level
of sacrifice&festivals
in
symbols
of
significance
at the heart
of
worship&
liturgy
in a two-way
channel
to God
*****
meanings
relevant
then
lost
in the mist
of times past
without
explanation
self evident to all
culture compliant
in
poetic metaphor
immolations&illusions
on a
road to holiness
the real visible prescence
of God
pillars&fiery clouds
His permanent possession
exemplary
in cleanliness
constant
in His care
examples of
instruction
principles of typology
in the cycle
of grace
&judgement
revealed
during
the passing of time
now paralleled
in modes
of devotion
in
His powerful hands
led&
guided
my shield
&
strong
deliverer
Categories:
numbered, christian, thanksgiving, tribute,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Can't wait to see the rain of sunshine on my skin,
Dripping heat and prosperity against my fleshy limb
Words are like numbers, add them up until they make sense
Realize algebraic conversation often will make you dense
Weird
Like black hair and crimson lips for the heel on my shoe
Haha, you lie there and I am here with you.
Facination will draw you in like a puzzle in the wind,
Where the peices of either luck or fate click and clamp together in the square
Round off the tenth sentance to the nearest decimal,
I will not stop here.
-Jess
Categories:
numbered, death, life
Form:
Free verse
Corkscrew through depths of
aquatic oblivion
whirls of confusion.
Numbered sheep blaat in cyclones
and wake my unconcious mind.
Categories:
numbered, nature,
Form:
Tanka
His days are numbered
A journey, fate is determined to take my Dad.
Old age, ( 94 ), stage four cancer makes me sad.
This came across the wires on Friday’s phone call.
My thoughts, bring to this reality, this may be all.
His last words, three thousand miles away, I hear.
They now become the grit for my greatest fear.
His face, his humour, his spirit will not be around
for my grandsons wedding, when I am in town.
I pray that the coming of this July,
tears do not cloud, make for a blue sky.
Shroud the essence behind my third eye,
filling my hours with tears, as I cry,
for the loss of my Father,
rising to meet his Mother.
B. J. “A ” 2
April 9th, 2018
Categories:
numbered, father,
Form:
Rhyme