Best Outshined Poems
It was the soliloquy in her smile,
The ambience in her eyes
The seasoning in her voice
It was her lavender scented charm,
Her sapphire forged will
Her blissful lyrics
Adding choruses into my breaths
It was the way time stood still.
It was the way she chose not to change me, but embrace me.
It was the way she
Desired to kneel with me at the altar.
It was the way the stars in our skies,
Outshined any debt-carat diamond
It was because our heartbeats were louder than any song.
It was because we didn’t need to fight to be right or wrong.
It was because we cherished the night & gave credence to the dawn.
And in this new dawn,
It was our anniversary.
Long…gone.
It is the stone I now touch
My shattered heart guides my fingers, silently
Across your name, carved into remnants
The ashes
The echoes
Of our last dance
Jesyca
A little girl full of life with so much love
for her papa. It was love at first sight
when papa laid eyes on her at her birth.
He was her nanny; papa never laid
her down but cradled her in his arms
until it was time to leave.
He was mama until she was two.
When he would correct her, he'd say,
"No, "Papa."
She was unbending and would repeat by saying,
"No," Mama."
He taught her to ride her first tricycle,
taught her to throw her first ball,
he helped her with homework when she started school.
Once in a while she'd call and asked,
"Papa would you come to school today
and have lunch with me."
and of course Papa couldn't never say no to his little girl.
Her first baseball game she played on,
was a t-ball team of all boys and one girl.
Of course, she outshined them all
and took home the winning game ball.
She has been playing in the All–Star Softball Team.
Now eight years old,
coaches are watching her to get her on their team.
By Eve Roper 9-10-2014
I AM A POEM
Imaginative illustration
intricately impassioned
impeccable individualism
important
Accomplished arrangement
ageless authenticity
appraised actualized
alive
Perfection personified
paint-brushed panoramic
poignant paradigms
personal
Overabundance optimized
optimistic omniscienct
oceans outshined
original
Enraptured edition
elevated endearment
effervescent embodiment
exclusive
Magnificent meaning
meritorious muse
miraculously majestic
moral
I am a saint
sanctified by God
through His Son
Jesus
I AM A POEM
I am a 2 gig desktop computer in the 21st century,
A phone model that’s just been phased out,
How can I convince the youngsters that I also had my days?
I am a Tata Nano right in the midst of a formula one race
Dwarfed and outshined
I am that athlete who finishes fourth in a photo finish
Yes just outside the podium positions
A toilet tissue,
Doing the worst job there is out there
I can’t win can i?
I am that politician sitting in opposition for fifty years
I may never attain pole position
Feel for that frail and ageing prince,
For his mother, The Queen keeps going strong
He may never reach promisedland
I am that sad student,
Repeating a paper because of that elusive single mark
You know I’m that hurdler
The one who led a final only to stumble at the last obstacle
I tried basketball
But every shot I tookwas an air ball
I am that mother who can’t identify the father of my child
I am that teenage boy who’s just lost a fight to a little girl
I’m that fellow who forgets an umbrella on a rainy day
Think of that performer acting in an empty arena
The comedian whose jokes are dry
I’m a broken guitar
I’m a cracked mirror
I’m three legged chair
I’m but a leaking roof
Life is not at all fair
Everything seems aloof
I was small league star
But I barely leave a mark in top flight
I was a big fish in a small pond
I’ve become small fish in a big sea
Out of my depth but I will not stop trying
Yes I missed many penalties in my life
Hit the post when my team was down
Had my fair share of own goals
I cut myself when I shave
But that doesn’t stop me
I will hit the reset button
Reboot the system if necessary
I have a master plan
A wonder drug and it will work
Or will it?
When I was just a little boy,
Attending Sunday school,
The story of Methuselah
Outshined the golden rule.
He was just like Rip Van Winkle,
A kind old gentleman,
Who lived more than nine hundred years;
The oldest living man.
And so I closed my story book,
Assumptions grew from there.
I wrote an ending in my mind,
And sealed it with a prayer.
But looking closer at the facts,
Something else emerges.
And here is where the fairytale
And the truth diverges.
His age was one eighty seven,
At his son Lamech’s birth.
One hundred eighty two years more,
And Noah graced the earth.
He was three hundred sixty nine,
When Noah joined the game.
And in Noah’s six hundredth year
The deluge waters came.
Scripture says Enoch and Noah,
Walked with God all their lives.
So God spared Noah’s family,
His sons, even their wives.
But what about Methuselah,
Was my assumption right?
Did he not also walk with God,
Into salvation’s light?
When the Lord said unto Noah,
In reference to mankind,
That their hearts were always evil;
Like each thought in their minds,
Was Methuselah excluded,
From God’s picture of men?
Did God call him a righteous man,
Whose heart was free of sin?
My assumptions were proven wrong,
The evidence was clear,
Methuselah’s death and the Flood
Occurred in the same year.
No scripture said he walked with God,
Or was a righteous man.
No word about a peaceful death,
Or any divine plan.
We just assumed the best for him,
For he had Adam’s blood.
We hoped that God had spared the man
From dying in the Flood.
The one who disregards the facts,
Clings to their presumptions.
And their beliefs are built upon
Incorrect assumptions.
Silent Love by Majid Dodeen
I love her silently
She has a beautiful voice
Lovely taciturnity and silence
Charming complexion
Gorgeous biography
Pure innermost feelings
Clean inward thoughts
I know the magnitude of the pleasant short moments that brought us together
They mean all my life
I can tell you now that I knew I loved you even before I met you
But what matters to me currently is that I know you
I do love you
As birds love flying and traveling freely
As sands of deserts love rain heavily
As roses love the morning sunrays
As nights love the light of the full moon
You are my destiny, fortune and fate
At this moment, I feel speechless
All languages cannot express the meanings that I would like to convey to you
All languages fall short of producing the vocabulary that I want to tell you
You may consider this to be one of my qualities when I vow to you:
I am still looking for a love synonym that expresses this unique love and longing for you
You have been always asking, "Have you found it?"
Therefore, O my angelic sweetheart,
Who will be known by the universe through my description!
I confess that I have committed love with my competent and complete capacity, awareness and will, accompanied by premeditation and surveillance
So that you be the only female who has outshined & surpassed all women in my heart
You settle down deep in me
You put your crown on the throne of my heart
I decided to love you silently
Hoping that Allah Almighty might accomplish a matter already enacted
The mounting manifestation of your mistrust
Has been the source of the confusion that separates us
The asinine allegations that you hurl at me
Are only to deflect your own dishonesty
Your constant unfounded and unproven accusations
Are most certainly the expression of intensifying intimidation
Terrified by the power that I possess
you would opt to see me overshadowed, outshined and oppressed
you have continually conspired to weaken my pride
Would you prefer that I cower, recoil, or hide?
The Optical illusions of your minds trickery
Have distorted you perception of our reality
I am not your property, asset or possession
Worthy to be respected, not met with aggression
You have annihilated my opinions, forced me into silence
Restraining my insight is the cruelest form of violence
Asphyxiating me with you idiotic uncertainty
Smothering my peace with your moronic misery
Suppressed by your suspensions long enough.
I have shed my fears, I have discovered my worth
I refuse to quietly follow in your frightening footsteps
Muffling my shouts: I can no longer accept
I am freeing my thoughts and releasing these words.
I have found my voice and now I demand to be heard
.
Jesyca
A little girl full of life with so much love
for her papa. It was love at first sight
when papa laid eyes on her at her birth.
He was her nanny; papa never laid
her down but cradled her in his arms
until it was time to leave.
He was mama until she was two.
When he would correct her, he'd say,
"No, "Papa."
She was unbending and would repeat by saying,
"No," Mama."
He taught her to ride her first tricycle,
taught her to throw her first ball,
he helped her with homework when she started school.
Once in a while she'd call and asked,
"Papa would you come to school today
and have lunch with me."
and of course, Papa couldn't never say no to his little girl.
Her first baseball game she played on,
was a t-ball team of all boys and one girl.
Of course, she outshined them all
and took home the winning game ball.
She has been playing in the All–Star Softball Team.
Now eight years old,
coaches are watching her to get her on their team.
By Eve Roper 9-10-2014
Exceptional effort is generally rewarded in kind
Some efforts are rewarded exactly as designed
Others are considered, then politely declined,
When you made an effort what had you in mind?
Have you tired of following the same daily grind?
Perhaps you might try doing more than assigned,
Consider going beyond the instructions defined,
Then … possibly, then, you’ll be wined and dined
Why do you always think you are being maligned?
Thinking those higher on the ladder must be blind,
When you know you have consistently outshined
You know you are a perfectionist, or so inclined
What a pity that for so long you’ve been confined
When your great desire has been to be enshrined.
written February 8, 2022
Lord bless the nihility
of spirit and entity
'cause my mind is pallid
like a deaf actor
in a silent film
but I'm not craven
just frowned and mortal
antique in the name
of a poetic justice
hesitating no more
sleepwalking in time
one of the nervous eaters
I'm the oxygen moron
joining the armies
of heavenly damned
to luminize the libretto
at vanishing point
wounded and mesmeric
never mind the bollocks
whatever they say
I'll always complain
ARROW REVERTED
The arrow that was shot in the air
It sure fell into earth
But nowhere to be found during that day
As the night came hurriedly
And snows heavily
That the sun outshined the next day
It rose behind array of mountain green
The snow melts, now found
The arrow broke into two
Reverberating a message that never was
Causing eyes’ tears undried
And swallowed in a Pandora box.
Pandora Box (In Greek Mythology) The box that contained all ills of mankind. Pandora opened it out of curiosity and the ills escaped into the world leaving only hope.
s/he thought that s/he was
something,
growing up in a small town---
biggest fish, hottest thing
running & everybody wanted
a piece of him/her,
but when s/he got bored of
it all, s/he wanted to move to
the city &
s/he even hummed the tune on
the way there,
riding in the significant other’s
ride at the time, whom s/he
subsequently ditched,
the minute s/he set foot in
the concrete jungle---
but his/her eyes
did not shine as shiny as they
had been, in the dinky little town,
nor did all his/her attributes
deemed attractive by others,
shout the same shout of physical
victory,
when walking through the streets,
as they had before---
this once crème de la crème,
now is nothing but the standard,
a shine that can be outshined
easily,
something conventionally
beautiful, whose luster
simply does not wow the crowd
like it once did &
it makes him/her have to rethink
their whole reason for coming to
the bigger pond,
in order to flaunt what they thought
they had,
whilst the jungle wails in laughter,
a guffaw reminiscent of Nelson
Muntz on The Simpsons---
“heh heh!”
When Troy fell by the deception of a wooden horse,
its people fled bringing along their treasures to the shores of Italy;
and with their warriors' skills and unfailing scheme,
their destiny was manipulated by an accurate prophecy,
when Helen had a vivid vision, and the medium verified her dream...
Greece's victory would have been avenged by Troy's sons!
Whoever thought that these fierce Latins would have harshly dominated
and controlled, for centuries, the old world with iron and might;
subjected peoples of many tongues under one power called, Rome?
Not a fancy of ancient dreamers, who advanced hurling out their screams,
never retreating an a stifled spirit; and as they pushed forward,
more empires were conquered, and all were obliged to obey!
And in the heartland of Latium, on those seven hills Rome governed,
noble senators lecturing and imposing laws on both free men and slaves;
the Roman Forum, with its brilliant minds, required absolute loyalty;
among the most honored emperors, there was one who outshined them all!
Why was Julius Caesar murdered by Brutus? Was it deep dislike or unrestrained
jealousy,
that tempted his cowardly hand, to commit a sanguinary act agreed upon by
others?
Such a great and noble man stabbed by conspirators with daggers, sparing no
mercy;
and he who bravely fought the barbarians of the north, and gave them more lands
to dominate,
died a terrible death so undeserved and undignified, only to have his crown taken
away!
And many Romans mourned on his burial' night...blazes raising up to placate the
guilty fools;
enemies who plotted and yet offered him their false friendship, which led to his
mortal wound;
and without regard, they treated him unfairly and cruelly to vendicate their
shameless hatred!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
There lived a greyed, an old bald man
At sixty of age in a squalid barn
So rich that he could not feed his home
His colleagues outshined to beat their glome
He helped his men to mend their mouths
But had his own reeking at shouts
So rich, he could not treat his pot belly
His big nose villagers have turned telly
When children saw him roaming the streets
They play'd his bald head tapping with beats
To them he cautioned shouting "the heck!"
They started laughing his needle neck
One day, left he, his wooden shed
With flies aloft his podgy head
To eat overseas he flew away
His home behind in care of hay
Afterwards, came the baldie to his dome
With butt like bowls in Ancient Rome
He remembered he was sixty years old
Gathered his home, celebration to hold
This greyed himself was Everyman
Of dreams and deeds in futile plan
Some cared to show their loving sense
But all they did was all pretence.
Companions never fade
Others turn different shades
Most stay and shine bright
Pullsate energy, radiate light
Advancing through you
Navigating everyday it's true
Intertwined all is aligned
Our sun you have outshined
Naturally unique and defined.