Best Originate Poems
The secret she holds imperatively,
Locked inside cracked and bleeding lips.
Around her neck lies the skeleton key,
Awaiting the woman's seeking fingertips.
A Pandora 's box filled with sin,
Rests within her still beating heart.
Only a sentence is contained within,
'The world as we know to be torn apart.'
Animal rises by the bell's hollowed toll,
Dusk of desire to engulf and originate.
Restlessness becomes lack of control,
Energy merges and to the night she consecrates.
A cry, a sorrow; all of her distanced soul,
She builds her walls with stone and earth.
When broken, anger unable to be consoled,
Tormented by the blood of her birth.
Categories:
originate, anger, animal, conflict, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Deep inside the forest of the Elvin King.
There flows a magic river from an ancient spring.
They say its special waters hold the mystery of youth.
And should you take one little drink you’ll know that it’s the truth.
The waters all originate from way up in a fountain.
That’s hidden very cleverly inside of Elvin Mountain.
The extraordinary liquid looks like little diamond chips.
Granting youth to everyone with one or two small sips.
The river has a secret that is only known to elves.
For centuries, the mystery still kept between themselves.
They say it is the reason that they live so very long.
And that aside from giving youth it also makes them strong.
People come to drink the waters from the distant lands.
Even from the ocean and the beaches rich with sands.
Everyone has tried to guess its power through the years.
Little do the people know the river’s strength is tears.
For every time a little baby elf begins to cry.
They take the little baby tears up to the mountain high.
They drop them in the fountain where they travel down the spring.
Creating all the magic that the river waters bring.
One small sip of precious water on a person’s tongue.
Will instantly transform them to the way when they were young.
So if you find the Magic River take a sip or two.
For it will surely make you feel just like you are brand new.
Categories:
originate, fantasy, baby, baby, drink,
Form:
Rhyme
The human skeleton,
is made up of 206 bones
By jove, they are hard,
as if made of stones!
The brain you think with
is in the Skull or Cranium,
the Maxilla and the Mandible
are for chewing bubble gum.
It's atop the spine
which has 33 Vertebrae in all
You're sure gonna break it
if there's a nasty fall.
The 12 pairs of ribs
act just like a big ring,
while 10 fix to the Sternum
the bottom 2 are Floating.
The shoulder blade or the Scapula
is joined with the Clavicle
How they organize the movement
Is another spectacle.
The arms have the Humerus,
the Radius and the Ulna,
The hands' have wrist bones
called Carpals (not made in China).
With Metacarpals and Phalanges
we complete our hand,
don't you forget the lower limbs,
upon which we stand.
The hip bones make the Pelvis
from which the Femur originate
If you gyrate it like elvis
the Patella is sure to break.
Tibia and Fibula
are there in the Shin
The Tarsals and Metatarsals
shape your feet as it's seen.
Our journey ends here
Let me take your leave,
Take good care of your bones
for as long as you live.
Categories:
originate, 10th grade, 8th grade,
Form:
I lay here mesmerised by the sky so immense,
Observing the stars that are so dense.
The stars must be aligned in this heavenly bliss,
However, I know just by looking, that one is amiss.
Save for those we use, as a birth sign,
Some remain scattered and cannot align.
Because of this particular star so delicate and cherished,
A star that one’s desires are purposefully wished.
I know this star is meant for me,
To admire and only for me to see.
I gaze upon it for a while,
And it’s warm radiance leaves me with a smile.
How do I know one is missing may ask?
To count all those stars would be an impossible task.
This star I speak of cannot be sort after up on high,
For its twinkles originate, from the corner of your eye…..
**Thanks Wilma for the title I hope you like it**
Categories:
originate, lovestar, me, star, stars,
Form:
Rhyme
With each brush s t r o k e I sigh with pride,
for on my canvas, I have nothing to hide-
A silhouette of a man who loves me so,
embracing all possibilities I hold inside.
It’s the contour of life, it’s the f l o w,
I’m an ARTISAN BEAUTY that can’t let go.
I pour all my instincts and paint with passion,
so that each masterpiece speaks of compassion-
Fabricating a perfect picture with zeal,
I lose all my inhibitions and my ration.
I just can’t explain how I internally feel-
Oh, this c o m p l e t e n e s s is so tenderly real.
A graceful outline of my daughter so pure,
or a painting of all the pain I’ve had to endure-
Hues of colors creating a k a l e i d o s c o p e,
shades of a rainbow that brings allure.
I cast all my cares and hold onto my hope,
so that in my anguish I may learn to c o p e.
Infatuated with landscapes and illustrations,
maybe of this God-given miraculous creation-
Scenery of mountains and a s u n s e t in the sky,
brings me such a satisfying sensation.
I feel as if I can s o a r like an eagle and fly,
as I whisper all my anxiety goodbye.
When my hand’s technique knows its part,
I can say I’ve p a i n t e d from the heart,
and with each proficient artwork I originate,
I know that with my pigments I cannot part.
It must be my destiny, my born fate-
I’m an ARTISAN BEAUTY that can create.
Meraki
Silent One
November 30, 2017
Categories:
originate, art, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Sated with savor sown in a summer past
musings are mulled with soft cider flavor
whilst caramel leaves harvest eve’s rose hip rays —
and like the wild asters
wearing the flame and fade of twilight hues
I moon ‘neath Orion’s garden
midst stars falling from comet’s bloom
Susan Ashley
October 5, 2019
Poet’s note: the Orionid meteor showers, considered to be one of the most beautiful showers of the year, peaks in mid-October and are caused by debris from Halley’s comet. Each time the famous comet passes around the Sun, it leaves in its wake a trail of cosmic dust and grit along its orbit (shooting/falling stars). The Orionids are so-called because the point from which they appear to originate, called the radiant, lies in the constellation Orion, but they can be seen over a large area of the sky.
Categories:
originate, appreciation, autumn, beauty, eve,
Form:
Free verse
Short Poem
Things That Last
By: miracle man
1/4/2021
Precious things aren’t built or bought,
but originate from within one’s self.
A kiss or affectionate touch unsought,
is beyond items found on a dusty shelf.
Categories:
originate, blessing, dedication, emotions, love,
Form:
Lyric
I look back to who I once was...
A shadow of a former me?
Or a shadow of a hidden me...
Once loving, compassionate and kind,
Always putting others before,
Loving all, giving all, all in all.
Wearing its heart on its sleeve,
Only to have it scorned and criticized,
To have it thrown in the dust of too muchness,
For it's glare was too bright,
It could not be looked upon,
It could not be understood..
For where does such a love originate,
For why would it be that one would love another so,
Without price or without thought,
But there was a price,
A price paid in scars, pain and numbness,
Paid by the giver, all in all.
A heart trampled in dust over and over,
until deeper and deeper it goes,
out of sight, out of pain,
Where no more it's shine can be seen,
No more it's warmth can be felt,
No more can it be trampled upon.
Yet still if you listen closely,
it's murmur can be heard,
If you peer through the thickets,
a shimmer can be caught,
If you pass by - while the gates are open - you will see it smiling at you with arms wide open,
wanting to embrace all once more, wanting to tell all that this love was born from the selfless love of another, a love that gave all and thought nothing of itself, a love that just gave and gave and never stoped giving, was born from the love of a mother who taught it how...
Categories:
originate, depression, endurance, heartbreak, in
Form:
Free verse
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Will I descry my consort before I settle?
Always ecstatic but never got a medal
Abide by the authentic route, even if slowly
I purport to originate, although closely
No difference in inducing if I am late
As long as I reach my destination, sedate
I won't strain to delight everyone I meet
There's always someone who goes deceit.
Instead, I contrive on my own fate
Leaving no whiff of evidence, a cold case
I strive to stay relevant, to clutch weight
Learning from past experiences as I retrace.
No one has sustained anything from me
Nobody ever got out with it, do you foresee
Justice won when my door was kicked in
Justice revealed the culprits were jailed within.
If you can't stand the heat, avoid the kitchen
Since the kitchen stove is waiting.
My hand folds in awe with every sigh, God-given,
I grasp and cherish life's depth relating.
Categories:
originate, analogy, appreciation, beauty, soulmate,
Form:
Rhyme
All the time I've wasted and chances I've refused to take
Dreams deferred and the mornings I did wake
Bring sadness upon me and tears to my eyes
Little did I know just how quickly time flies by
Deep inside where all the stronger feelings originate
Dejection and regret mixed with a little bit of hate
I long to go back in time
But I don't have that for a lifeline
Little by little I slowly die inside
Where all the chronic pains reside
Lift me up then slam me down
Tell me I'm able then watch me drown
I'm under pressure, and about to blow
See the darker colors glow
I'll show you things you've never seen before
Joy burnt all the way to the core
Along with all the other good things that died inside
I'll let you in with no force applied
I'm tired and I can't sleep at all
I'm weak and about to fall
I'm antithesis to sublime
All because of father time
I have to watch time leave with no goodbye
I stare as it blows right out the window and wonder why
My sadness pins me to the ground
I take the pain and make no sound
I cry when it leaves my sight
And say goodbye to all the days gone by, and hello to the dark, dreary, and somber night.
Categories:
originate, time,
Form:
Free verse
Thought to first originate in Peru,
It’s a true tomato fact,
oval or round, and juicy too
from beefsteak to compact.
Tomato! be you red or green,
nutritionally you are boss,
whether topping a salad like a queen
or at the heart of pasta sauce.
Without you, ketchup would be taboo,
saucy salsa you wouldn’t see
marinara, we’d have to do without,
you’re the soul of the BLT.
Cousin to the eggplant,
you grow on vines above,
in France they honor you by name,
known as the “apple of love”,
So Hooray for you sweet,seedy fruit
let us all stop and pause,
to honor the rich ripe goodness you bring
with a hearty round of applause!
Categories:
originate, humor,
Form:
Quatrain
I’d rather not be just a spectator of this drama called life.
I would prefer to play my own leading role,
direct my own script, and sing my own songs.
However, I cannot forget that above all,
there is One great author and conductor
of the larger cosmic opera -
The One from whom all things originate and emanate,
the righteousness of whom my heart yearns for
that whenever I forget, and fret,
a reminder comes in more ways than one.
These reminders come in unexpected moments:
In the coming of each morn,
no matter how dark and stormy the night has been,
in the tender rebuke of one who cares,
or tentative smile of a stranger who dares.
In the gurgling laughter of a child,
in the weak nod of the old, nearing his time,
in the hopeful eyes of one who strives,
in the need for guide of one who’s blind,
the humility of one who accepts his fault,
and the downfall of the one full of pride.
While the self is inclined toward being my own master,
life has taught me that I cannot and never will be,
just like all those before me.
I can only be responsible for my own decisions,
and how I react to all situations,
for outside of these are things beyond my control,
because Someone else has.
Believing this, I take comfort in the thought
that beyond this temporary world
is an eternal one, with the One Almighty,
or the evil one. It depends on my choice.
To be with The One God who loves eternally,
where there are no more tears nor strife,
where there is no need for hard work nor is there hunger,
and neither worries nor woes,
where everyone has his own mansion,
is strong, and at the prime of his life -
This is the anchor of my hope, the vision of my faith,
the promise of my choice.
06 September 2015
Categories:
originate, analogy, christian, faith, heaven,
Form:
Free verse
You are Africa
Every 30 Million km^2
This is you
You are Africa
Every 54 countries and even the 2 disputed
This is you
You are Africa
The birthplace of mankind
Sahelanthropus tchadensis
Australopithecus africanus
Australopithecus afarensis
*****habilis
*****erectus
This is you
You are Africa
Your skin composed of Platinum and Pallidium
Is found embedded in the Rocks of Zimbabwe
From Kilimanjaro came your structure
Both Tall and Mighty you are
From the Sahara came your thick hair
Bushy and Exuberant
As far as Algeria spreads
Is as far as your eyes can see
Your nose smells the Ambergris
As you stroll the coast of Madagascar
Your lips
Your beautiful lips
Resemble those of the Queens that once graced the land of Ethiopia
Your core stands erect
Taller than Mount Mikeno in Congo
The thunderous beat of your heart come from the drums of Ghana
You Hands brushed over Egypt
Thus erecting the Pyramids
Your arms wrap around me
Just like the Nile to East Africa
Your legs originate from Tanzania
Always Migrating when need be
Your feet carried the weight of mankind
You are stronger than the Elephants of Nigeria
So when anyone equivalates your black beauty to sin
Remind them of the richness from Africa you have within
This is you
You are Africa
Africa are you
Categories:
originate, beautiful, birth, black african
Form:
Free verse
often cooked varied styles
one soul-food dish joyed
over large gatherings,
on holidays choose first
ordinary love fest
originate in Spain
oven baked are the best!
Categories:
originate, black african american, celebration,
Form:
Free verse
... you really think so?
I'm flattered to say the least,
but I honestly know not
where these words originate.
Do you think inside my squishy brain
is where they congregate?
I like to think of it like an office building
where the files always fluctuate.
Sure would suck if aliens landed,
skipping the "we come in peace" spiel
and just went straight to "ANNIHILATE!".
Knew I should have martian-proofed it
when I had the chance -
why must I always procrastinate?
But perhaps I'm taking in too many
possibilities here
(like eyes when they dilate).
Are you getting tired of this rhyme yet?
Do you wish to take time to stipulate?
Consider I did you a favor
not using big friggin' words
like amalgamate.
Never say never, right?
Hope by reading this nonsense
you're not running late.
I should know better
to realize you might well have
"A very important date".
But don't mind me I'll just by typing away
with ridiculous musings.
It is my fate!
Pity not where I am
at the present state.
I'm having oodles of fun
in this land I helped create.
My deepest apologies
if it looks to you like I hibernate.
Feel free to come by anytime,
for you see, beyond this point,
there is no gate.
But for now I really must be going!
For this is about the time...
... where my imagination starts to deflate.
NOTE: Inspired by Richard Lamoureux's comment on my poem, A Kick in the Stones.
Categories:
originate, humorous, imagination, writing,
Form:
Monorhyme