Best Oppress Poems
Her smiles of valor encase her agony--
her fiery scars pound against her sanity
struggling in twisted ropes of silent screams.
A wounded Athena, she is a woman in chains
staring at her shattered reflections.
Her shades of red, they haven't seen--
tender shrieks buried under forced arms,
blurred visions of screaming tyranny.
A trampled magnolia, she is a woman in chains
rotting in her Carmen of morose ember.
Oh woman! You embrace scars with dignity,
ethereal flow of progeny in your hands,
your banished desires in shriveled ages
survive in spiral cobwebs of festered veins.
Her miserable existence in labyrinths--
she simmers courage in dried paranoia,
a streak of red blood, no longer she'd fear.
A goddess flickering amber lamps of hope
her essence flows through mankind.
Oh woman! Feel the celestial powers
preserved in your gracious bosom,
your afflicted pain nurtures patience
strong enough to bend heavenly tides.
A wounded Athena, a trampled magnolia
A rotting Carmen, a goddess she is..
The woman in chains pours forgiveness
filling oceans from azure exuberance,
her selfless heart of mellowed love
permeates Satan's abode with virtue.
The woman in chains wears sacrifice,
her gossamer veil embraces men's follies,
she carries the elixir of compassion,
ripples of hopes for scarred souls.
Oh woman! They oppress you in madness,
to your sanctity they bow in agitation,
the woman they know, the goddess they don't,
until you dust your timeless wings to fly again.
The sun rose fireball red
Then splashed of tangerine
A miraculous work
The one of which I dreamed
No canvas can contain
A pen's ink can't measure
The dream held at night
Close as lover's breast
In daylight remote
When gray clouds oppress
Giving trees a coat
Beauty dissolves
Wind and cold_ chill
Sunlight captures
Love's quiet stilled
A cloud breaks
Sunlight beams
Hope returns
Sun sets
Yellow
Grand
Awakened by the creaking of the dying trees
In this barren land devoid of a breeze
Imprisoned dreams in a land of unpicked seams
Endless chasms of regrets in which no sunlight beams
Broken chords strumming tunelessly in solitude
Of songs of praises by an adoring multitude
Intruding reflections oppress thoughts that soar
Waltzing through his mind she invades once more
Time when they were darlings of virtuosic impression
Dancing in wild abandon to a public adoration
Truly enamoured in each other, their love did blossom
Though, in Life’s carousel sadly far too often
Pursuing perfection whatever may befall
One loses focus in the fluster of a fall
Adorning false crowns in high esteem
Ego soars and plummets and shatters the dream
In the drop of a pin - displeasure he perceives
past idolising could not now appease
the icy cold rejection she projects as she flees
leaving a broken man - who has failed to please
For many long years he lays wishing death’s end
Dwelling on memories of his so-called friends
Friends he thought steadfast who chose to ignore
his whispered words ‘forgive me I implore’
Shunned he was before his knees hit the floor
After long years of solitude one day he awakens
Finding his dark soulless days have been forsaken
Terrors of the night have been released - set free
From an unsuspecting sky all dark clouds flee
Dark night of the soul heralds White Light of the Self
Perceptions of enlightenment an awakening of himself
From the corner of his eye a movement he detects
A woman of the White Light he strongly suspects
In her iridescent persona to her task she ascends
His vulnerability she sees and her hand she extends
And in a confetti of star showers his heart she mends
Copyright © Nov 2020 Maria Williams
tap of nails, slide wood, pull drapes
stains loiter in round mug shapes
water sipped, books stack, words leap
hush wizened pages, neighbors sleep
journals, confessionals, down or up
old cartridge spills, pens horde in cup
shackled hands, lungs breathe, heart drums
an empty tissue box, lamp hums
Try, stay busy, must forget
One more read, she might regret
mordacious night, she wakes from sleep
her bursting thoughts alone must keep
pack nightstand, smooth trifle snags
slip his book in its carry-on bag
His words elicit songs in ear
from his masterpiece, held dear
open drawer, last book in pile
bottom of the heap, exiled
giving in, she dares to rest
his hard cover on her chest
remove jacket, ne’er oppress
dust off passion and caress
thumb his chapters, breathe him in
recite his name and notes again
too much cologne, too much sweat
open pages, fan her breast
She knows he does not write for her
emotions shatter, dreams endure
she scribbles margins in duress
between his lines, her discontent
the nightstand drawer hides her distress
she’s indexed under “o”, obsessed
Written 4/4/17 for Eight Word Challenge Contest
The gloom I feel is gone when you are here
My life takes on the blush of virgin bride
I bloom in love the moment you are near
And strife cannot oppress when by your side
A glory fills the chambers of my heart
The fragrance of affection permeates
Our story God has written from the start
Its cadence sweet is what He orchestrates
No fear has place in love that heaven gives
No pain can wound so deep love cannot heal
For near to paradise Communion lives
I gain its comfort when your love I feel
Your presence in my life is what I crave
Its essence will preserve me till the grave
Eileen Manassian
PS...this is a double rhyme sonnet which was inspired by Andrea's Entry to a contest.
Every day is a fresh start, a new beginning.
We can reinvent ourselves
We can be revitalized and inspired.
We can instill hope and love in others.
Every face we make, every word we utter
Every movement of our eyes and smile
Can uplift and enthuse
We can indulge ourselves in positivity.
Each day is a new day.
Yesterday is gone; it is foolish to chase it.
Today is a blank computer page.
A canvas without Gesso.
What we decide to do today
Can make us a hero or a villain
Can uplift and inspire or bully and oppress
Let’s be revitalized and refreshed,
Let’s instill love and hope
I oppress souls…
attacking every heart; exempting even the spirited
now, you’re my prey
yes, you who are despondent
frustrated, and now…
quitting!
Be prudently aware of my presence
hear my mocking, taunting reproach
I challenge you, believer of God...
Yes, you who have been testifying
that your faith is steadfast
face me valiantly---
prevail over my miserable torture!
Rise up and meet me---
where's your courage?
all I see is sighing in despair
along murmur of complaints
loser, I leave you, wallowing in your guilt
and bring to your nook many more
who enjoy pity-party sessions!
Oh, I hear you praying unto the Lord---
may I congratulate you, devoid of hypocrisy
You're now indeed advancing
Toward heavenly championship…
actually, smiting me is never impossible
since vanquishing me is undoubtedly easy
when you trust in God, your ultimate cause of triumph*
against me ---
d-i-s-c-o-u-r-a-g-e-m-e-n-t!
*2Corinthians 2:14 Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest the savour of his knowledge by us in every place.
July 11, 2020
(Personification in Dramatic Monologue)
1st place, "STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (8)any theme any form" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 7/12/2020.
A penny for your thoughts
now think before you talk
then tell me how you feel, so true and so real
as emotions continue to build
no longer hiding behind a wall or shield
no reason to oppress or repress
if you'd only let go and express
you'd feel so much more than refreshed
be freed from reality that bleeds and leads to insanity
so candidly let me be there to rid you of all your fears,worries and doubts
for letting go you cannot go without
so let the words run freely from your mouth
for you I will be there,unconditionally
glistening with a sparkle in my eye
listening with undivided attention
with no tensions mentioned
and when all you have to say is said and done
and your complete trust I have won
My only require is for you to inquire me of all my thoughts
after all a penny's all it'll cost
Form:
Summers Sweet Caress
In natures tranquil embrace cuddled within summers caress
I envision your fanciful face and my love for you can impress
Where the Cupids will brace their arrows with a floral finesse
And sunshine shall showcase its brilliance a fruitful fluoresce
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Where the valleys open wide and will panoramically profess
That the rivers running with pride liquefy their faithfulness
Birds that gracefully glide and perch on ancient trees recess
And the towering trees provide soothing shade with success
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The majestic mountains manifest and conveniently coalesce
Elegant eagles nestle in their nest then fly high with aggress
The summer breeze in its quest will lightly kiss and undress
Then the fragrant flowers breast as the honeybees oppress.
May.22.2018
Monorhyme Poetry
Theme-Nature
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
Our nation is on a precipice
A deadly virus has gone amiss
Now is the time for us to get right with God
So that this unsettling spirit can be dismissed
Chaos, confusion and uncertainty
Are choking the nation
Now is the time for us to come together
In righteous indignation
God wants us to mitigate in order
To alleviate the disquiet at hand
And he will call on anyone
To further His divine plans
No you don't have to be a saint
To do whatever God does ask
Truth be told God will use the worst sinner
To accomplish His tasks
Now is the time to simply accept
That which God inspires
As we can't live by man's standard
But by only what God desires
Now is the time to stand in the gap
And act on our faith
To show the world what disciples do
Now isn't the time to wait
For now is the time to get rid of pharaohs
Those who oppress and control
For as true disciples and witnesses of Christ
We must be brave and hold
Now is the time to call out to Jesus
Who is the Great I Am
That name above all other names
The Redeemer of man
And unlike Moses we don't have to wander
To wonder nor ask to who
As we now know Jesus is our Savior
And what He can do
Now is the time to say I am here
God use me as you please
For I am your willing servant
And unto to You I will appease
As always
The tyrant
Wants to silence and oppress
By whatever means,
Even political correctness.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2018
OMEN
O’er wintry land bare trees now sway
On wing above, black birds traverse
Occluded skies of baleful grey
Outspreading wings impart a curse
Omen of darkest consequence
Outcomes perceived by prescient sense
Oppress the spirit, damn the day
you can travel the world and meet new people
Praying in different churches and see the steeple
learning from each other
Globalization where you can spread democracy
but have the audacity
oppress the weaker
The leader is the later
Where the poor gets poorer
Where the rich gets richer
want a change but cannot look in the mirror.
Despite the climate challenge with traffic congestion on the road,
there’s still a driving urge to go out and celebrate the Eucharist;
it’s a great deal of commitment to God who’s the source of life,
his language connotes an embodiment of love for our salvation.
Braving the difficulties in coping with the details of missionary life,
such as culture, language, climate, food and many others in foreign lands;
our faith gets tested, our humility gets challenged, and our identity revealed
and these comprise the foundation of being a missionary to other people.
In places where we learned to love the people of different cultures,
the need to adopt, acculturate, and realign to the mysteries of being a migrant,
continues to witness the movements and other signs of the times;
a world replete with endless search drawn from different human experiences.
It’s pretty common as a pervading theme across the passages in the bible;
the word migration that has a powerful connotation and rich in literature,
oh, as the holy scriptures say: “you shall not oppress an alien; you well know
how it feels to be an alien, since you were once aliens yourselves in the land of Egypt.”
The advent of a wide range of issues about the struggles in today’s migration,
with varying reactions characterized by principles, ethnic and religious devotion;
a certain perspective is formed according to Christian beliefs and aspirations
that migrants no matter who they are, deserve respect and societal insertion.
Lured by the promise of work and better opportunities that await somewhere,
people across the globe try their luck and take the risk to cross the land,
it’s viewed with deeper reflections like those of mostly Catholic Irish who came by,
their large influx in this country of America during the height of potato blight.
True to form, this parallels the new waves of Hispanic immigration
along with Asians, Africans, and other migrant groups with their history and cultures
truly, it’s a cycle that brings out the commonality of human quest and ambition;
with assimilation and determination to maintain and improve their life situations.
Live simply
Oppress no creature
Vanquish inequality
Embrace diversity