Best Oss Poems
September came in like a sombre whirlwind,
Eclipsing the deadening blossoms of summer.
Pallid moonlight coats glistening frost,
That coats the last strands of grass holding on.
Embers of a pagan pyre swirl through the air,
Mass ritualistic hymns ring across realms,
Breaching otherworldly barriers,
Evoking sacred cosmic rites,
Resurrecting scattered souls.
Falling bodies collapse to the slaughter,
As one soul is given in exchange for another.
Loss begets loss;
Lightning suddenly surges through the skies,
Signalling completion of an unholy ritual.
Categories:
oss, death, imagery, moon, poetry,
Form:
Acrostic
O ut of control
I t shouldn't have happened
L ots of destruction
S hame on BP
P lease stop this disaster
I irrate and upset
L ots is at stake
L oss of God's creations
Categories:
oss, angst, depression, history, life,
Form:
Acrostic
Summer Moom
Soft purple velvet darkness falls,
Undulating evening sounds call,
Mist builds waves on dew laden air,
Moss sways in trees like maiden's hair;
Enchanting! Expectantly I
Raise hungry eyes to feed on sky.
Magnificent, she rises there
Over the tree tops; earth, stopping, stares...
Opal lover, June's summer moon,
Night cannot resist, dazzled, swoons.
© June 15, 2014, Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
oss, beauty, moon, summer,
Form:
Acrostic
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Note:
After ee cummings
Categories:
oss, nature,
Form:
Haiku
This was the way it was
In my childhood days
With ancient and tried
Crop farming ways.
Up to the ankles in slurry,
Muck fork in hand,
Ready to spread manure
To fertilise the land.
No tractor and spreader
Just an old ‘oss and cart
Out in the early morning
For a good start.
Fold yard’s been cleared and
Cart filled from manure heap,
Fertiliser is expensive
‘Oss and cow muck is cheap.
It doesn’t take that long
To get used to the smell
But Ammonia secretions
Make the eyes run like hell.
Up and down the furrows,
At the end of the day you find
You’ve spent a few hours just
Watching an old ‘oss’s behind.
A nice steady pace as the ‘oss
Plodded steadily on and on
Until another field’s finished,
Another long day’s gone.
Sometimes as just a kid
I was so tired and dead beat
Took all me time to stay awake
Long enough for me to eat.
It’s all mechanical these days
With chemical fertiliser spread
Soil crumbly and friable
Insects and worms mostly dead.
So, the world has reached crisis
Caused by the modern ways
Organic farming’s coming back
With more natural fertilisation ways.
Tractors and muck spreaders
Nowadays play their part
No more standing being pulled
Behind an old ‘oss and cart.
My world’s changed for better
But I really regret the loss
That these days you seldom
Catch sight of an old shire ‘oss.
The way it was for my Dad and all those other
Farm Labourers before WW2 nchanged things.
Categories:
oss, farm, father, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
Cut down routine, dine
Alfresco.
Toss your shadow in the evening wind
Harmonize your dreams with the
Allure of a half moon wooing a
Red tinged
Sunset,
Inner peace
Sets in stealthily
Categories:
oss, art, august, beauty, city,
Form:
Acrostic
We entered the last last that one final day
"It's our last class with you, Mr. Daniel," one student dared to say.
The teacher read us a story, pausing to wipe away tears
Then he told us things we'll cherish for years.
Promises of friendship, email addresses exchanged
Whether we liked it or not, our lives were about to change.
"If you need me, I'm here," said the teacher, much wise
"I'll be your friend," he told us, brushing tears from him eyes.
"I don't do this every year; this time is special."
"I'll help you out when, with trouble, you meddle."
"Everyone makes mistakes, we all have our goofs."
"OSS doesn't kill you; we have suffecient proof!"
Sometimes people are given to us for a reason
They stay just a while, maybe a season.
But however you came to ma, as on to greater things I dash,
I will forever remember you; especially the last class.
Categories:
oss, education, life, people, sad,
Form:
Lyric
She is my old school someone
From a long long time,
Yet the feeling has gone
When she's already mine.
I won her heart and she did gains
Condensed hatred and unbearable pains,
Our woven story, Oh my! I have stained
Causing her life to be lost and waned.
Still, her wit and innocence
Gentle smiles and sweet scents,
Keep lingering in my memories
When I'm lonely, I really do miss.
And he found her, I thanked God
The man he prayed for so hard,
'Tis for you, my long lost love
My silent whisper from up above.
Categories:
oss, lost love, love,
Form:
Rhyme
C-hange of the season
E-ndorses many a view;
L-et the winter cold chill share the night so blue.
E-ye the change of the season,
S-ummer comes to warm;
C-louds are white up above,
A-s they stay away from storm.
B-ehold the change of the season,
I-t also shows the spring;
L-oss is nowhere to be found,
L-ife growth it does bring.
A-s the autumn lets leaves fall from trees neath the beacon;
S-eventh of February, enjoy the change of the season.
Categories:
oss, birthday,
Form:
Acrostic
Win
Victorious , Prosperous
Succeeding, Achieving ,Defeating
Triumph, Flourish...........Miss, Failure
Omitting , Mislaying , Declining
Fallacious , Erroneous
Lose
April 10/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Categories:
12th grade, loss, lost,
Form:
Diamante
I
live
for
the
moments
where
I
am
happy
for
no rea son at all
Jus t
a
big s mil e is pai n ted acr oss my lips
in
a
room
full
o f wha t a p p ea rs to be soulless people
I live for the
moments when
everyth ing is silent and beautiful
and this joy just blossoms in my heart making me feel
warmth and the pulsating beat through my viens showing me
i a m truly alive and that
every thing is good
and i a m happy
do
y ou f ee l t h e l if e of m e
the playful
spir
it
come
outsid e
and play
l i ke w h en we were kids
and
catch me
if
you can
i'll be gone for half the day
o r
w e
c a n climb
trees
until we reach
the top
where
do
you remeb er that song
from way back when
james and laura k i s s i n g first comes love.. then comes marriage
you
better start
K I SS IN G ME!!!
at the top
We scream
because
we are so far from land
and you'
ll hold my hand
and we'll
laugh
until
our si des ach e
won't you
b e
ha p py
in
this
mome nt
for go od ness sak es
with me
its
to precious to
witness
singularly
Categories:
oss, love, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
K-eep
A-live
T-he
H-ope
S-eeing
H-ow
E-ndurance
R-efreshens
Y-our
L-ife
D-espite
E-very
L-oss
A-s
P-rosperity
E-ndorses
N-iceness
A-head
Topic: Birthday of Kath Sheryl Dela Peña (March 27)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
oss, birthday,
Form:
Acrostic
G-ain ground as the decline turns
I-nto the state of augmentation;
L-oss has become plus,
M-aking headway and expansion.
I-t's now time to gain ground,
N-ever shrink nor diminish;
A-dvance and proliferate, as the failures in life vanish.
L-er your ideas gain ground,
O-n the fourteenth of July;
N-o more wasted action,
G-ather your strength neath the sky.
C-omplete your faith and hope
O-n the love you've found;
P-roceed to the better stage, make progress or gain ground.
Categories:
oss, birthday,
Form:
Acrostic
BORN ANEW
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som
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ewal
Note:
After ee cummings
Categories:
oss, poetry, words,
Form:
Other
A Life Unrepressed
Lighting surges through a war of
disrespectful words, tears
descending, wet. In times of
uncertainty, an unknown sadness
is out of control, a smile, a gesture;
or fear clings to a receptive body.
Words may not bring rest or smiles,
the soul deep within knows.
There is no one that can unlock the
heart, nothing that can be said or felt.
Thoughts, do not reveal or conceal,
disguise the lack of sympathy, place
blame and criticize. Alienate the
voice, if only for one moment feel free.
Fate, possession, strife, and life.
The genuine self, forced to obey,
despite and un-regarded life blind
to the hurt of others will embed hate
eternally. The knowledge of life fire
and force, walking down a rough path;
deep pain. No spirit, hate has the
power to control, nameless feelings
that have conceded to a life unrepressed.
Speak and act so no one will know
hidden damage floating down to the
soul. The hidden self, inward strife and
following demands; in return, a thousand
nothings, all-miraculously give power.
Hide in the depths of the soul; echo
speaks of pain. Lackluster eyes stare,
glare, and the words unspoken deafening
creating fear.
A bolt of tones, frightening, is piercing
ears. No feeling stirs, the heart laid plain,
unaware of a life winding down, no
meadows of flowers, no sun, no breeze,
and the madness is elusive to all. No
feeling, no respite. In quietness, the war
of mocking words; the tears, the sadness.
The thoughts of the sea, the crashing
waves; soul and spirit sinking within its
wet madness and always stay, stay, and
stay.
Too late, love revealed itself in death,
and the heart has nothing to say. Living
and moving in disguises, alien, until the
end. Life had nothing to possess, strife,
identity. Blind, uncertainty, life no fire or
restlessness, a thirst for the mystery of it
all, nameless feelings lived in vain. The l
oss, the heart lay open for all to see, the
hurt hidden twisted among the rubble of
pain. Yet, after all that, there is tomorrow.
©2021.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree
Categories:
oss, absence, analogy, angst, conflict,
Form:
Free verse