Best On Writing And Wordsmay Poems
Poetic flesh transparent to the bone
heart on a sleeve, emotions on display
they find a world that has much to atone.
Verbal skills and persuasiveness to hone,
arguments to champion, minds to sway,
poetic flesh transparent to the bone.
Eliciting bright laughter; anguished moan,
a message of humanity to say
phrases that may find his ears alone.
Humanity can have a heart of stone
much selfishness and cruelty on display
poetic flesh transparent to the bone.
Seeds of homespun sanity to be sown
solutions verbalized in his own way
phrases that may find his ears alone.
Of speakers there are plenty time has shown
and listening's a skill that's gone astray
phrases that may find his ears alone,
poetic flesh transparent to the bone.
Is creativity all it's cracked up to be?
For instance, the constant swirling of notions in the mind
It distracts, terribly
It keeps one from getting things done, all these ideas do
Creativity may drive one mad
Especially if one cannot channel it properly
Or successfully
What does one do with all the rampant thoughts?
Write them down, I suppose,
Make them solid when one's memory may flee
Yes, this is the way of creativity
Written by Donna Golden ©
April, 2005, edited January 2009
A Poet sits in a chair..
Not sleeping, lost in a stare..
Wonders where next line will come..
A task not easy or filled with fun..
Dribble drable will the readers take..
Or perhaps label this poet a fake..
Maybe a line may take off and scream..
Or just a mans way to blow off steam..
No more to write, the cap is on the pen..
Now just copy and paste and submit to send..
A comment or two may just make my day..
For all at Soup enjoy my say..
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As a judge in a poetry contest
elimination,
Look carefully before jumping
into a conclusion.
Printed words may look like black
ants in batallion formation
Or squads of stunned stragglers
crawling out without direction.
Oftentimes they appear as chunks
or slices of random thoughts
Strewn haphazardly on the pages
like burnt wings of moths.
In them you may not see creative
spark or inspiration,
But behind haphazardness may be
imagination!
.
I'd like to gather my poems
and scatter them
like dewdrops
across acres of land
where they may fasten themselves
to the cool, gray soil
or get tangled
in natures bend
For those
who grab ahold
with thick roots
and impregnable purpose
I'd like to paint them
a golden sun
so they may sprout
into something more fragrant
than just a posy of words
Is there no pen in sight
Or tablet to inscribe
How may I then enthrall
Visions to Imbibe
So, I raise my glass
To merry thoughts of Spring
Far beyond the lull of Fall
Sans pen, I may drink
Form:
A thought is born from within
No cure surely is a sin
And yet the matter is simply this
What is it that is your bliss
Do not throw away the inner self
To be aborted and stored upon a shelf
And yet the voices beyond these walls
Sing louder and louder. Louder they call
The problem unanswered is not solved
If only then to know how these evolve
So much easier this case would be
But no it is harder for you and I to see
Questions. Answers. Questions you see
More questions than answers given to me
Self-pity is no solution only the worst
Do not allow these feelings to become the curse
Wretched fatigue may also add
Unto the environment already bad
Tears of sorrow may temporarily help the matter
But only to run out and not to flatter
Among whom can be asked for help
No one for this cannot be dealt
By one or two or three or none
Only I can solve it for only I am the one
Whose inner thoughts are being bound
That with one time could not be found
Now they wish only to be heard
But by whom and in how many words
Form:
Poetry written with refrains.
Word rhymes may make you go mad.
Lyrical stanzas show beauty.
Quatrains by the duel conception,
Rondeau and roundel combination,
Be true to the form in duty.
Poetry written with refrains
Word rhymes may make you go mad.
Remember its correct direction,
Creating lines not so fruity,
You might make a little booty.
Writing a specific selection,
Poetry written with refrains.
Look again and again before you jump
into a conclusion
if you're a judge in a poetry contest
elimination.
Printed words may look like black ants in tight
batallion formation
or squads of stragglers crawling about
in uncertain direction.
Sentences, oftentimes, are chunks or splinters of raw,
random thoughts,
so haphazardly strewn on the pages like brown,
burnt wings of moths.
They may not have creative sparks, rhythmic pace
or inspiration,
but behind haphazardness itself may be
imagination!
Inspirational overtures
And unexplainable woes
All I really know for sure
Is I tingle to my toes
I write to see reaction
No matter what some may think
There will be no retraction
Not even if you say I stink
And I see by your reaction
That you may think I’m cracked
I say there’s no retraction
Not even if I get smacked
Some will read and smile
Others will look and frown
I keep writing my own style
Nothing can bring me down
(2005)
Nothing doesn't mean none of thing
I love you
Maybe that's nothing to you but to me, a thing
You hate me
Maybe that's nothing for you but for me, huge thing
The least you still care enough for hating
I may be nothing before you but I am something
I may be nothing for you but you're only one thing
And I'm worth big thing
Compete in Michael J. Falotico's
"A Poem Saying " I'm More Then What you Thought" Contest
By: Dinda Minardi
I have dipped my pen in the sublime,
it is my gift to you...
And as I write this tale
I hope your dreams come true
But the children today are confused
and you, my friend, may ignore
But then I guess
I shouldn't have given to you before
I gave my gift, it's just for you
And though this story I spin may be a bit alarming
once you read it through
I'm sure that you'll find it charming
The words may seem to trap you
in a flurry of imagery
and now that you've truly seen,
you'll look at the world very differently...
~Marie Viloria~
9th place in the contest: Writing In The Sublime ~
imagery within me avail-
as I amble,down and vale
emily:is a 2(or sometimes 3) line paradox form(i labelled it thus,inspired by Emily Dickinson
poem 1732).It may or may not have a title,uses a word with separate meanings,(or one that
sounds the same,with a different spelling) with the intention to mean several things,therb to
enhance the thought's ambiguity/enigma.
ED 1732 begins: My life closed twice-
before it's close
SHAKESPEARE's Romeo& Juliet: ask for me tomorrow-
and you will find a grave
man
You like to show off those twenty one hundred dollar bills in your wallet.
You believe that it will impress people but insanity is what I call it.
After seeing your money, someone may clobber you and take it.
When you get an urge to flash your cash, please forsake it.
I wish that you would stop showing off the money that you've got.
You think it's worth the risk of being injured and robbed but it's not.
Please listen to what I've been saying and one day you may even say thanks.
Instead of keeping that amount of cash in your wallet, you should put it in a bank.
(This is based on a true story.)
Poetry written with refrains.
Word rhymes may make you go mad.
Lyrical stanzas, happy and sad.
Quatrains that have no constrains,
Rondeau and roundel planned restrains,
Be true to the form on a pad.
Poetry written with refrains
Word rhymes may make you go mad.
Remember its correct chains,
Creating lines not just a fad,
You could make someone glad.
Writing with specific gains,
Poetry written with refrains.
noticed my mistakes and rewrote poem,,revised from original,,sorry,,must have gone mad.