Best Painstakingly Poems
I cannot compete with something as painstakingly glorious as you
Envy is but a humbling tumble down a steep, rocky hill
I am crushed in your fits of glory—your screaming for passion
My approaches are absolutely wrong
Therefore my communication is a weak, ransomed victim
Your poison arrow frog skin rubs against my exposed body
I happily accept my fate
For your beauty surpasses the ephemeral pain of the infectious reign
My erroneous, inevitable downfall
I hold you up—I feel the need to keep you tall!
Michael the Archangel did not insult you once, Lucifer
How then will I?
How can I possibly be higher than you?-
Why would I want to?
I admire your freedom
I simply disregard your macrodomes of ever-worshiped flaw
If I could allow myself, I would share in your glory
Only to add to it further
But as I am poisoned with the truth
I can only be your grounded pedestal
And though you flee from humility in its wake upon my brow
I realize everyday you are living for the grounded now
And I merely look to the unknown future
A place I dread where you unwillingly hold me up
Bonded in the ground with Death and Hades
You become my pedestal, and the worms my vineyard
My parasitic feet seer your glory
I am ever so sorry
I never wanted this renown
There was a time I do recall
When you overtook me in my sleep
I cried aloud in helpless acceptance
But soon I was forced in a croak of laughter
I felt your bitter poison
I felt pride at last
I thank you for it
I thank you for showing me
What I will never be
Dear Lucifer,
Provoke me no longer to praise your eternal existence
Generations of Evening take a hold of me now
And the fruit must be shared
Categories:
painstakingly, absence, analogy, character, corruption,
Form:
Epic
Of all the things that I have lost
Perhaps what hurts the most
Is that I can no longer go
to where I once called home...
I cannot roam with childish glee
Down through the leafy grove
Nor play with snowballs, dance is snow
Then thaw beside the stove
I cannot use pink muhlberries
To paint my childish lips
I cannot eat the greens I've picked
Right down to soily tip
I cannot brown my little legs
Beneath the blazing sun
Or slpash in cold and icy pool
Until the day is done
I cannot play my hide and seek
With gateman's little kids
Nor drink the flavored Persian tea
Chase dreams through drooping lids
I cannot rub the walnut skins
And stain my fingers black
I cannot gorge on cherries sweet
I can't bring one day back
I cannot pick the blubell flowers
Or swing from walnut tree
I cannot gorge on luscious fruit
Those mountains, I can't see
I cannot run through fresh green grass
Nor bask on asphlat walk
I cannot run through classroom halls
Or tire from childish talk
I cannot show off gardened home
To foreigners and say,
"This place is really paradise
That none can steal away"...
I had a dream last night that I was back in my childhood home in Tehran, Iran. We lived in a walled, gated compoud that was the property of our church. My father was a school principal and the administration building and dorms were on our campus. We were situated in Shemran, at the foot of the ELBRUS mountain range. The compund was green.....beautiful. We'd swim in the icy cold pool then lie on asphalted walks to warm up. We had a cherry orchard, walnut, apple, apricot, plum, muhlberry, and almond trees. It would snow in winter, and My brothers would jump off the roof of our house into the snow. I can't describe the ache in my heart at not being able to go back. It was an enchanting childhood and no one can steal my memories. After the revolution in 1979, the government took over the property....but they can't take My dreams. I've shared this....painstakingly written on my phone because my dream was so vivid. I needed to share...
Categories:
painstakingly, home,
Form:
Rhyme
When I first realized that I loved you
I became afraid, for I felt exposed,
surrounded by the broken-down fences
I had painstakingly built as protection
for my fragile emotions and great fears
against a cold and indifferent world.
Suddenly, without warning, my safe world
was changed as I gave free entry to you
into my heart, and in spite of my fears,
I willingly my complete being exposed -
seeking the nestling warmth and protection
and the safety of love's strong fences.
I found that love was not caged, and fences
were not needed to live in its blissful world,
where affection was its own protection
and the sharing of life's journey with you
could allow unknown joys to be exposed
and assurances could replace past fears.
As our love grew and flowered, and past fears
were eroded with abandoned fences
I became strong, despite being exposed
to the changes of an evolving world.
I felt secure and contented with you -
In your loving care I found protection.
And through the years, love's certain protection
has shielded us against life's storms and fears
And as I have walked at the side of you
I found a paradise, without fences,
where we have built our own beautiful world,
filled with love, and our joy could be exposed.
Now we have grown old and by age exposed
our bodies frail, each limb needs protection.
As we move slowly in a twilight world
and confront diverse and alarming fears
I seek strength in my memory's fences
recalling joyous times and days with you.
A soul exposed to true love knows no fears.
The protection of your love's strong fences
secure my world - I will always love you.
Categories:
painstakingly, love, love,
Form:
Sestina
*
*A*
*garden*
*discovered*
*by accident*
*whilst excavating*
*a castle wall, it was *
*the missing piece of the big*
*puzzle that that had baffled many*
*experts for the last fifty odd years, *
*their finds included piles of human bones. *
*************************************
*They painstakingly continued and found*
*sinuous paths leading to a maze *
*that were all twisting and turning *
*but all led to the centre, *
*a place of sacrifice*
*the experts agreed, *
*victims were trapped *
*and sealed in,*
*their lives*
*lost. *
*
Words used
Garden/maze/Paths/Sinuous/Turning/Trapped/Puzzle/Twisting/Lost/Wall.
Written 28th June 2020.
For Maze 10 Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored By A Dear Heart.
Categories:
painstakingly, death, garden, lost,
Form:
Etheree
THE ADVENTURE, HER
Eyes
Deep, shimmering pools
Drowning fevered fools
Voice
Feigning tenderness, tragic
Whispered, lilting magic
Scent
Je Reviens enchanting
Left shamelessly panting
Hair
Bouncing raven tresses
Velvety elucidated guesses
Smile
Sparkling white gradients
Breath-stealing bright radiance
Lips
Succulent raspberry fruit
Passion's delicious route
Shape
Form-filling voluptuous esses
Curvaceously exploiting dresses
Skin
Satiny cappuccino wrapping
Exploring fingers, mapping
Taste
Tippy-top to feet
Nectarous, tangy, sweet
Whole Package
Symmetry imperfectly perfected
Entirely painstakingly inspected
Plan
Moonlight eventide, upended
Enjoyment, dishonorably intended
Result
Personal intentions, punted
"Hunter" becomes "Hunted"
Afterglow
Her sensual surprise =
My satiated eyes.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Six-Word Couplet Series Encore" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
painstakingly, adventure, appreciation, beauty, body,
Form:
Couplet
So sensationally super; Sagittarius son of John Spence
Pleasantly personable, and matriarch Maud Spence’s son
Enabling, exquisite, eloquent, evolving and enterprising
Naturally nice, no nonsense, and a nutritionist nobleman
Carrot consumer, constant comrade and cold-war veteran
Equitably enlightened, and just an elegant eggnog taster
Jumping Jupiter, a jubilant sundae lover, and just a jewel
Oppresso de liber, optimistically captivating; oratorical
Saintly passionate, succulent salmon sampler; sweetheart!
Exquisitely enchanting, enchantingly amatorious; éclat!
Playful, painstakingly passionate, pajama wearer, patient
Handsomely helpful handyman, harmonizer of happiness
Sweet as syrup, shining armor off the shelf; savoir-faire!
Red-blooded poetry connoisseur and radioactively lovable!
~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~
Won Seventh Place Position
"Tell Me About You Contest"
June 16, 2010
Sponsored by Amy Green
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Categories:
painstakingly, friendship, happiness, inspirational, passion,
Form:
Acrostic
I have seen the "corners of the world,"
heard the songs of many languages.
I have helped bring peace from many wars,
and played with the poor children of many countries.
I have tasted the fine wines, spirits and beers,
ate the feasts fit for a king, scraps, and dry meal.
I have seen the militias of other countries,
and the destruction of towns and cities due to war.
I have experienced Many Things,
exciting, horrible, memorable and painstakingly unforgettable.
As I lay on my hospital cot,
I slip in and out of consciousness.
I think about the things I have done in my life,
and yet the things I haven't.
My family, my parents, marriage and kids.
I've made my parents proud,
became someone by raising in ranks.
I've brought safety to my country,
joy and pride to my friends and family.
But I haven't had the chance,
to watch my kids grow up and start their life.
To play baseball with my son and coach his soccer team,
to take my daughter shopping or threaten their dates.
I haven't had the chance
to live on in retirement.
To meet my grandchildren and spoil them,
with stories and watch their faces light up.
As I lay looking up at the white
Red Cross tent canvas,
I think about the regrets
that many soldiers grasp, struggle, and
try to push away,
but still continue to crave.
As a soldier goes to leave this world,
there's always those final regrets.
They could be such as the want for
one last cigarette,
one last drink,
one last song,
or even one last intament companion.
Still with different beings,
there are different regrets.
Always one last something,
tangible or not,
something to go away happy,
peaceful minded, blissed, and
pain-free.
*Note: This poem was inspired by Mr. L.A. Meyers who wrote the "Bloody Jack" Series
The Quote of Inspiration: "Trouble is, as a soldier goes to leave this world, he always
has some regrets-- he
still wants one more smoke, one more drink, one more song..." His breathing is becoming
more labored and I
know he is weakenin. "...and one more girl."
I made this to mold any military branch and both females and males.
Categories:
painstakingly, warsoldier,
Form:
Free verse
For many many years her dream was denied
Every month she prayed, every month she cried
Hospital investigations she painstakingly endured
Sadly she was infertile and this couldn’t be cured
She spoke to her husband about adoption
It gave them hope – it was a possible option
Application forms completed, then test after test
Would they be accepted – they hoped for the best
With guts and determination they continued their dream
Would their chance of parenthood ever be seen?
Then they got a phone call, a baby had been found
Abandoned by its mother and left on waste ground
When she finally held the baby for the first time
The smile on her face was simply divine
No longer childless, with her adoption they did gain
Finally parents with a daughter named Charmaine
Contest: Guts and Gain - Olive E Guillermo
07~08~15
Categories:
painstakingly, blessing, child, hope,
Form:
Couplet
NATURE
Nature:
A conglomeration of unbounded energy into matter
Under
The auspices of paramount universal Logos
That
The harmonious coexistence of opposite forces
Established
By
Masterfully choreographing it with the help
Of
The infallible divine will
And
Painstakingly interwoven with the assistance
Of
Mighty space and time!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 OCTOBER 2013
Categories:
painstakingly, life, nature, world,
Form:
Epigram
I have so many little quirks that I don’t know where to start
Please try not to judge me as I bare my fragile heart
First there is my coffee cup, no other can replace
An antique made by Fire King, this quirk a damn disgrace
I dropped it on my driveway and it broke into a million shards
Trying to find another one really was quite hard
Without my favorite coffee cup my morning really sucks
An antique dealer an hour away charged me fifteen bucks!
Then there’s the issue of my purse; it’s rode a plane I have not
I’ve left it laying in motel rooms; the single thing that I forgot
It’s also spent time on sidewalks, long after I have gone
It’s ridden the roof of my car and was found on my neighbor’s lawn
One thing good about this quirk, my purse returns intact
Gives me faith in humanity and that’s just a simple fact
And please don’t get me started, the quirk with my long hair
I twirl it with my fingers and I’d be lost if it wasn’t there!
I also stop the microwave with a second left on the clock
I’m afraid if I hear it beep, I’ll go into mental shock.
Then there is this thing with ants; I love to sit in sandy loam
I can while away the hours watching them build a home
There are many oddities with my food and the meal that I just ate
I must eat my items separate, so I use a divided plate
And damn those raviolis; I have to know just what’s inside
Painstakingly peel each one apart, so the meat it cannot hide.
I have to straighten hung picture frames and items on a shelf
If I cannot make them just so, I want to hang myself
I’ve given up orange slice candies, because there is no way to do it
Unsuccessful at melting one in my mouth, so finally I’ve said “Screw it.”
Now that I have bared my soul and admitted all my quirks
Can we still be best of friends, if not, an acquaintance works.
Written February 6, 2018
Contest: Quirks
Hosted by Madison Demetros
Categories:
painstakingly, funny, humor, humorous, me,
Form:
Rhyme
THE CRADLE OF MANKIND.
The archaeologists of this era
Were about to excitedly find
The Cradle of Mankind
Where the origins of humankind
Had been found, the news was about
To be revealed to the whole world
And so the ears of our globe were glued
To their radios in 1947, they heard,
About this mammoth remarkable finding
Painstakingly excavated , it’s evidence binding.
Mrs Ples’s skull was found,
And with carbon dating,
Archaeologists were rewarded
Most certainly worth waiting!
Estimated to be 2.3 million years’ old.
Mrs Ples (as the archaeologists named her)
All this time had been hidden
For many a year
But there is still more to hear!
It is said that she is the missing link,
We may each think what we want to think!
Archaeologists were about to discover
Other unbelievable phenomena,
Which supported the belief of evolution,
And steered many into total confusion!
God is omnipresent, and
The Alpha and Omega, He has been
Looking down on earth for millenniums
From the beginning of time,
He is omniscient, He believes in me,
And I in Him, He is the Divine!
The Sterkfontein caves are now famous,
Planet Earth was listening, this story was big!
In 1998 archaeologists discover
Yet another important find,
This boggled the mind!
They laboriously dug in this one excavation
Over twenty years, Layer upon layer of ground
And thus Little Foot was found!
He, some say it’s a she, was gently assembled,
And lies in a Pretoria museum,
Together with Mrs Ples,
Archaeologists still dig,
They insist, that there are still hidden treasures
And take great measures,
To work carefully and diligently
Excitedly say there is much more to find
Underneath and beyond the Sterkfontein caves,
Patiently, waiting to uncover
Yet another, one of a kind!
I believe with soul, heart and being
In The Almighty, maybe He even lent the
Archaeologists a helping hand, we cannot
Ignore these finds, they are not fantasy but real
Furthermore we were given the gift of logic,
And ultimately the archaeologists will kneel,
And praise and thank God Almighty!
Categories:
painstakingly, god,
Form:
Free verse
Botched Artwork Saves Town
Sometime last year, in late August 2015, something unusual went viral..
It was an ancient picture on the wall, vastly unlike its original art..
A piece of botched artwork, unfinished, and yet all over the world it enthralled..
People, the tourist kind, they made a quick bee line, to see for themselves..
Ecce Homo, a seemingly priceless ancient painting in a church , upon one of its wall..
Time has ravaged its brilliant colours , and its paintwork well flaked off the wall..
One artistic old lady of 83, she took it upon herself to try restore its beauty..
Painstakingly she laboured upon days on end, as expertly as she can..
She meant well, it hurts her artistic soul to see the priceless artwork fade..
She tried her best, but the colours, they ran and it was a difficult task..
She had to go away for a short while, she left behind a half restored art...
Someone in church, horrified no doubt, took a picture of it as a matter of fact..
The uploaded picture in the internet, it was shared and quickly it went viral..
Many found it amusing, there was so much scorn, it was soundly ridiculed..
The Ecce *****fresno, or Behold The Man, it now looks like a monkey or a porcupine…
A picture of a mournful Jesus is no more, in its place is an artwork that is one of its kind…
Poor Cecilia, a widow and amateur painter, she never had a chance to finish her effort..
Her failed restoration effort rocketed around the globe and then a miracle of sorts..
People started thronging to this church in Borja, Spain, it was a pilgrimage of some kind...
After the viral picture on the internet, people just had to see and view this new find…..
Now that 150,000 visitors have come and gone, Borja is a town rejuvenated and restored..
In this village of medieval palaces and winding lanes, this botched artwork has the town resurrected…
All the free publicity from a botched artpiece, it has been a breath of life to the local economy..
God works in mysterious ways, it explains the good fortunes that follows from the smudgy renderings..
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/12/15/world/a-town-if-not-a-painting-is-restored.html?_r=0
Categories:
painstakingly, appreciation, beauty, blessing, celebration,
Form:
Free verse
Memories:
Unique libraries of unsurpassed grandeur
Safeguarding the precious volumes of the history
Of our life
That
Have, painstakingly, been written down with the use
Of
The ink of our tears and of our laughter
For
Later to read at our leisure!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 August 2015
* Inspired by the comment I made to Jan's poem "GRAND PAPA'S LIBRARY"
Categories:
painstakingly, life, memory,
Form:
Epigram
I feel the familiar burn of abandonment
A feeling that anyone sane would resent
And yet I bask in it—the disconcerted lament
Angrily I tear at the seas and weeds of lies
Saying nothing but curses—bidding goodbyes
Painstakingly waiting for the cruel waters to rise
But you never rose, you fool!
You graded me into your gruel
An inadequate tool—yes, a screwed up tool!
Here I am again and no one has won
Feeding on the nothingness you willingly spawn
Nothing but GONE—who the hell won!?
I thought you were a journey’s rest!
But you are nothing but a wrong-turned address
Spilling me over in a bloody, dead mess
I want to turn away tonight
And never look your direction
Because no matter how hard, I cannot fight
The seas of succulent depression!
You were fixed
At the expense of my misery
At the expense of an inadequate tool
Categories:
painstakingly, confusion, depression, me,
Form:
Rhyme
POWERFUL CONCEPTS
daring
to return
in
enthralling
&
radiant
grandeur
bright emblems
in freefall
of
nostalgiaa
resembling
a
galaxy of
frozen
spectacular
fragments
forever passing
as
drifting shadows
in an
astral accidentn
explosions
of all kinds
painstakingly
&
marvellously
spread
out greeting
the arrival
of the deeply
ambiguous
perhaps
an allusion
of transformation
something from
nothing
melted down
&
refined
evocative of
minimalist
tracery
in the
abstract
of
tangles
of
vibrating
clouds
through
the
lens
of
beautiful
innocent
ignorance
potent
with
significance
trying to speak
through
a heap of
discarded matter
subtle
& capacious
&
drifting
a sense of a mind
unfolding
stretching
adding
words
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Categories:
painstakingly, poetry,
Form:
Other