Best Overseen Poems
a quiet evening
overseen by brilliant moon
listen to your heart
beautiful silence
where fireflies light your way
your soul relaxes
Categories:
overseen, night,
Form:
Free verse
History runs deep, and it’s too late to rewrite
We were gasoline soul mates — friction ignites.
With persistent anger that destroys my virtue
Sharpened tongue, time-thickened skin, it’s too hard to get through.
Here she comes — it’s the devil in my throat again
Out bubble hateful thoughts I wish I didn’t mean.
My words flow like a faucet and they’re all in vain,
it’s useless to think on how we both felt overseen.
A third of our lives — was it futile or cherished?
Time and tears wasted on a love set to perish
A lover, a friend, and my worst enemy
All the plans, all the goals — they’re left in history
But to the eternal sunshine of my spotless mind,
I look forward to a day when I can leave you behind
Categories:
overseen, break up, heartbreak, heartbroken,
Form:
Sonnet
Cancer it breaks cancer it takes
It erodes and corrodes body and soul
Lingers and takes hold cant be stopped or controlled
Terminal is with an apparent ending
Loss of hope and no point in pretending
Life span is against natures clock
Head now on the proverbial block
Spreads with ease the cardinal disease
Painful fulfilment never set to ease
Deterioration quickens as the body weakens
The illness striving towards winning Beacons
Inhabiting this life just day to day living
Illness taking everything with it unforgiving
Maintain dignity the only plea of life left
Cancers taken everything will be till death
Being the shadow of ones former self
A serious turn for the worst inevitable ill health
Oh its just sods law to over through a bad habit
Of smoking only to contract lung cancer damn it
Undetected unnoticed overseen by mere testing
Cancer accumulating cells rapidly and festering
Agonising pain fills ones veins no relief no escape
The moment of death ones lonely never-ending wait
In the last moments the death rattle echo's consumes last breath
The only hope remaining is there's life after death.
Categories:
overseen, cancer,
Form:
Rhyme
That an oral tradition has had such a lasting impact on humanity is astonishing.
Since they first came out of the mouths of people,
they have shot forth like an ever expanding bullet.
Through the barrel of time, always changing; morphing into other languages,
distorting and splattering themselves onto pages with God as the culprit.
1455: Gutenberg disassembles that power at the pulpit, and with his machine made it safe to handle the story, and for it to continue--fully automatic in the hands of the people.
Loaded onto ships, cocked back, bound in leather, and overseen by sages they became
canon fodder for vast bodies of people. Left to ponder this; the power of the old English word, and if all the dead had heard.
Categories:
overseen, america, bible, discrimination, religious,
Form:
Free verse
Oh what have you done to me,
A city built in the name of Christ.
When an earthquake struck,
Destroying all my pretty clothing
And shaking the flesh off all my bones.
Leaving only my skeletal frame ,
Half submerged in sewerage raw
And liquefaction adding to my woes,
Threatening to make me completely disappear.
No one with water to spare as I began to choke
On air now so foul.
When you felt safe to come out and see my plight,
You drew lots for my last vestments of dignity,
Before inviting others in to help you pick over my bones.
You even looked the other way when the Vultures started gathering.
You filled my streets with low life's and vermin knee deep.
And patched my broken bones with cheap plaster.
Watching as those who yet stood by me grew weak,
Bled dry by insurance companies and their red tape, con artists,
And Cowboys posing as builders,
Supplied by rip-off merchants of every description,
All overseen by government official with no idea what to do,
Except find ways to spend their money unwisely.
You raised $50 million dollars to build a playground
For children without proper homes and not enough food to eat.
Another ten or so million was found to build a marble wall
In memory of of those who fell beside me as the earthquake struck.
Do you think that will give them eternal rest.
No future do I see worth having here,
Can you not just let me sleep,
So Christ can rebuild his beloved garden city,
Away from this foul swamp,
Filled with indifference and despair,
That the rest of the country has left to rot.
Categories:
overseen, abuse, betrayal, bullying, business,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Oh Sleepless night oh Glory be
The stealth of nature burdens thee
As winter washes o'er the stones
Your cold caress doth sear my bones
An unfurled sail on straining yard
The banshee howls, its breath bites hard
Tossed from main, to fevered waters
To the open arms of Neptune's daughters
Oh sea, oh pearl oh wondrous treasure
Oh faith of mine, unmarked, unmeasured
No one I am, no one I've been
Fates overlooked, times overseen
The cold, the cold, right from the start
Pierces flesh and failing heart
Oh what of God, can he not see
My plight, my toil, oh Glory be
White horses race as noble steeds
Drawn breath from lungs no longer breathed
Your manic howls and fevered pace
Entomb my mind and ashen face
A sailor lost, as sailors must
No bed of clay, nor pillow dust
Unwatched am I from sightless bow
No comfort here will storm allow
My Cross to bear, this broken mast
Oh save me Lord, or make death fast
My cries unheard from ship nor shore
Will peal in vain, forever more!
Categories:
overseen, death, god, loneliness, natural
Form:
Rhyme
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 36
All day long we kill to keep the home clean
Insecticides aerosols rat poison
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean
Down by the pond mosquitoes wake and preen
Time to send fighter jets by the dozen
All day long we kill to keep the house clean
Peeled apples for veg flies succulent wean
We spend week-ends choking every last one
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean
Kids we love but not the kind who boil spleen
So we sock the wife more than hard in the bun
All day long we kill to keep the home clean
At Antipodes some guys flex muscles lean
Call that homefront affront to smite them down
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean
What counts home comfort by all overseen
Secure society to foist nation
All day long we kill to keep the house clean
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
overseen, metaphor, patriotic, political, violence,
Form:
Villanelle
This brief discourse may seem by all means fantastic,
but it was true.
This young woman, once,
at the tender age of twelve,
was left a lonely orphan in this world,
and the sole heir
to eight hundred thousand acres of rich and fertile land,
eight humble hamlets,
two towns of consequence,
four great and ancient halls,
five noble ghosts,
three of the largest rivers in the land,
two lofty peaks,
and a holy abbey of barefoot nuns.
In this immense area of land
worked thousands of living, breathing, feeling human beings,
each one
helping to create for this single person
a wealth so enormous
that its measure remained a mystery,
yet was carefully and daily overseen
by an army of managers, accountants, and esquires.
Categories:
overseen, satire,
Form:
Free verse
I've heard it said that if all the people
who ever lived and died, were buried together,
it would fill the size of Spain.
No gazpacho, no El Greco
No Flamenco and no Bolero
Just row upon row, with nowhere to go
on a Saturday night
Dead all over, nothing to do
Of course Guernica might fit in
as would certainly, the Inquisition
overseen by some church patrician
staking out his historical place
in God's eyes, of liturgical grace
But who would be then accepting
a place of Conquistadors amors
if all the American continents
couldn't be relied on to be invaded?
There's still the rest of Europe.
But stones and dates of birth and death
as far to horizon as can be seen
would be enough to put anybody off
Pablo Casals and his pals would
flee for less shaded climes
and maybe start again, in Portuguese
Pamplona's bulls unknown to run
would only be cast in marbled stone
above the heads of political deads,
world-famous and anonymous unknowns
So perhaps it's best to strew the gone
over on and around the world beyond
continental lands to north and south
to spread the wealth by word and mouth
We all in time will, without exception
join the breathless dance of sleep
Leave the Iberian Peninsula to
Basques, the Castilians and Catalans
The lifeless can lie in hinterlands
peering up from past the Pyrenees
© Goode Guy 2013-07-27
Categories:
overseen, death, introspection, life,
Form:
Narrative
‘Twas a mellow evening overseen by a crescent moon
A ludic breeze playfully lurking above miles of glittery sand
A zillion stars out in full bloom commemorating a late June
I remember as if yesterday how you nervously touched my hand
In an awkwardly charming way you were so chivalrous
I loved the stories you shared with a childlike innocent heart
Time evaporated casual and content in a way most unceremonious
Our souls affectionately melding as one right from the start
Looking back now makes remembrances so endearing
Years have been most generous to you and I in every way
From that tense genesis every hint of skepticism disappearing
We’ve grown closer and couldn’t imagine another now to judgment day
Two compatible souls inexplicably attracted
Intertwining hearts forever connected
**PoetrySoup definition of a SONNET does not say anything about # syllables per line - giving the impression that varied # of syllables per line would be acceptable**
AP: 2nd place, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted for contest A FIRST DATE SONNET sponsored by BRENDA CHIRI - January 20, 2018 - RANKED 1ST
Categories:
overseen, cute love, relationship, remember,
Form:
Sonnet
Luscious night overseen by crescent moon
Playful ludic breeze toys with miles of sand
A zillion stars out in full bloom this June
T'was yesteryear nervous you took my hand
The charming way you were so chivalrous
Stories shared with innocent childlike heart
Time vanished most unceremonious
Our souls melding as one right from the start
Looking at remembrances endearing
Years generous to us in every way
All hint of skepticism disappearing
Never be another come judgment day
Two souls inexplicably attracted
Entwining hearts forever connected
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on February 28, 2018 for contest BEST SONNET sponsored by LAURA LOO
This is the versed version (10 syllables) of my original A FIRST DATE unversed sonnet - submitted in February 2018
Categories:
overseen, destiny, june, love, night,
Form:
Sonnet
Monoku Series: General Hospital
i had a brain mri last month
as expected, they found nothing
i asked could i do my own anesthetic
doc said, "knock yourself out"
last week i went to urgent care
it felt neither urgent nor caring
they had a specialist:
her specialty is diseases of the rich
she longs to open up her own clinic
but doesn't have the patients
my doc's advice: if you're skinny, don't eat fast
if you're not, don't eat... fast!
isn't it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do,
"practice"?
overseen on a patient's chart:
no fever or chills but spouse claims she
was very hot in bed last night
Humor Attribution: #3 - Edmo Snord, #4 - Tom Lehrer, #7 - George Carlin, all others found online and converted
to monoku form by yours truly.
Enjoy your Sunday, everybody!
Categories:
overseen, health, humor,
Form:
Monoku
Make the scales balance
Venus in Libra
The realm of crashing waves of cardinal qualities
Rising elements of Vim and Vigor
A zest of love and life filling individuals
The magnetism of a blossoming choirs
Widening the lungs of liberation and freedom
The aura of innocence in faith
Meandering through the tray of Cosmos
Simultaneously drawn to euphoric heart
Ravenous for harmonious pleasure
The realm of Venus see's all
To purify begins with agony
The majestic Fantasia washing away the burden
As seekers create something to love
Under the Liberian Sun
Utopian harmony singing
White doves chasing the dragon through a voyage of serenity
The scales balance every grief with joy
Creating an impenetrable mantle
The realms of Venus
Weaving the webs of the divine veil
Overseen by Aphrodite
Charming those who believe in the fulfilment
Guiding calmness through a mental lake
Free from the consumer of greed and delusion
Now in the relief of a comforting consciousness
A haven expanding, lighting immortal sparks of love
Categories:
overseen, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Sometimes one is too self absorbed to support their spouse,
Too focused on themselves that they can't get their head out of the clouds.
Whatever you both do there should be support from each other,
Because what matters comes from them, not another.
It should be a team effort and making time,
To support you when available unless you're on the grind.
Couples are suppose to chase dreams together,
That's what makes the relationship better.
Being there for them and them there for you,
No matter what you two are going through.
It feels good to know that you have them on your side,
Standing beside you on the bumpy ride.
You might feel like giving up because it gets too tough,
Being there every step of the way cheering is enough.
Include them in what you're trying to accomplish,
Because leaving them out makes you look selfish.
They want to know that you support them in their dreams,
Makes you feel good when they know you're on their team.
It's suppose to be two molding into one,
It's a lot stronger when two are putting both your plans in action.
You might not realize how much just a little support means,
At times it seems to be overseen.
Support your partner in whatever they do,
At the end of the day you will still love them and they will still love you.
I know at times you get caught up in what you're doing,
Don't know if you're coming or going.
Find that equal balance to show them they're not alone,
So their journey towards the future can be set in stone.
It hurts to feel like they don't care about your ambitions,
Because they're too busy with their own mission.
I heed you to stop and think the damage it can cause,
Grab your love by the hand and chase your dreams together like two outlaws.
When it's all said and done and your dreams came true,
It was from your support that kept shining through.
May 02, 2014
~The One and Only~
Categories:
overseen, feelings, sad,
Form:
Sonnet
Skylights warn and warm where acorns drip. The slight angle of acidity in the air can be measured accurately with a ruler or the nib of a ball point pen. Ball point pens are not really balls or points for they are pens and pens are prints, paint, and form occasional prisms in a paper whorl of scribbled ink. Of every hue. Fine and finer. And details outlying the plans are interrupted by a sixteen ton coffee cup whose snores cause vibrations then the liquid seeps over the edges and lands upon the written words causing much smudge marks. Suited earwig headed man with round glasses is not amused. Most perturbed to be exact. All night he had spent revising and crossing the t's and dotting the I's. And now it was indeed a rather sad scrawl of blur. Oh dear. Picking up the pen he walked over to the papers and spoke loudly in order to wake the cup. The cup was startled. What had it done? "you were snoring" shouted the earwig head. "you have spilt liquid onto my work. MY work is thus destroyed." To which the coffee cup gave a nonchalant look and folded his arm handles. Great thought the man. But wait are not those pieces of building blocks left from the babies ball banquet. Great they are. I can make a little model of what I composed on print. He began work immediately. Five seconds of sleep. Wow. Always astonishing how a window cloth can gather a stronghold over smears. The model began to take shape. It would be ready for the board soon. Remarkable. The thick pieces of plastic were soon assembled into formation. Overseen by a paperweight swan which glided around the desk hissing at the cup. And later the widow spiders would wave, the whales would walk, the wallpaper would wink and all the grounds would begin singing operatic arias and clouded liquids would clear the residue of a fallen road kill of a suitcase. Suitcases can look quite messy of left at the side of a road. Especially when they are run over. Splattered. The nylon wire in the air is humming today but isnt in tune with the birds. Ha the sentinels are sweeping the little play tent. Ha ha the paleontologist is playing with a patented patterned platypus. Xxxxx multicolumns z z z z z with a twist of a dormant doorman dormouse standing at over three thousand feet in a stable. Ok then. Interplanetary. Z.
Categories:
overseen, age, angel,
Form: