Best Parentheses Poems


Premium Member Mindful

Mindful  

Startled out of nonchalant light,
Wakefulness stands at attention
Ignited flame from the eternal candle,
Energized vigil of the watchman
At the soul’s dawning daybreak
Tingling in the presence
Of every dappled infinite breath.

Rotating eye of illumination
Watchful, like a lighthouse beacon hovering,
Charts rocks and shoals through clear oceans insight,
Every nerve exposed in circumspection
Sometimes cringing in wary expose
Often basking in the light touch of satisfaction
As niggling prophecy finds confirmation in revelation

Throwing off the blinded penury of antonyms,
Embracing flashing synonyms of wisdom,
Tears of the heedful heart touch drab puzzles poverty
To polish with refinement’s shine burnished enthusiasm
For the incandescent dancing mindful
Then banish chary strobes of destitute indifference
Reaching beyond self-centered parentheses.

A lantern of thoughtfulness in floodlights
Of full harvest shared – no scattered crumbs of bread
Baked to stone in scathing flashes of the false
Eloquent vigilant splendor - never morning extinguished –
Torch to awaken lambent radiance of clarity’s joy,
Identity of the pilgrim heart, ejects sightless shades  

Mindfulness blends the conscious scattered fragments
For Mosaics in clear lit portraits of charity's open hands
Throwing off the numb stalker branded carelessness
Born of intentional ignorance
Seeker’s actuated incentive to the attentive – 
To hear!  To see!  To feel! To move in birth!
Action invigorated by accentuated humility of grace.

Date Written 6-10-21
Best #1 Poem - September 2021
1st place Trophy Win Poetry Contest - Mindful
Included in Poetry Soup Anthology - It's Still Poetry
Categories: parentheses, blessing, life, light,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member A Home With Two Cats

These are two etherees that will be put together side by side to form ONE complete poem having 11 syllables per line, so I thought i would show how it is done. It's like fitting two puzzle pieces together to form the poem for the contest at the bottom!

(Etheree #1)
Two
cats now
occupy 
a space that is
my home, their kingdom,
with beds to hide beneath,
and with closets, stairs and chairs
small pets like to explore and where
comfy, side by side, they doze.  Two cats,
now a part of me, show me daily. . .  love

(etheree #2)
Cute new friends, no longer foes, but sister
companions, share common spaces and
a place even more important:
the heart I give, along with
the place they frolic in,
with sofas they climb
and desktops where
they perch.  Here
my joy
lives.

(I have put the lines of the top etheree in parentheses so you can see how neatly they fit together with the reverse etheree #2)

A Home with Two Cats

(Two) cute new friends, no longer foes, but sister
(cats now) companions, share common spaces and 
(occupy) a place even more important:
(a space that is) the heart I give, along with
(my home, their kingdom), the place they frolic in,
(with beds to hide beneath), with sofas they climb
(and with closets, stairs and chairs) and desktops where
(small pets like to explore and where) they perch. Here 
(comfy, side by side, they doze.  Two cats,) my joy
(now a part of me, show me daily. . .  love) lives.


Hope I explained it so it was understood how I did it!!
For the Pet Contest of Francine Roberts
Categories: parentheses, baby, cat, , cute,
Form: Etheree

Wistful Aging

Age gracefully…that’s what I’ll do
Going to ignore the lines, how about you?
Inner beauty is what really counts
I happen to love my drooping mounts

Absolutely no Botox or fillers for me
Another varicose vein, Yipee
I’ll learn to love myself, no matter what
I will forever have my untucked gut

Graceful and elegant, that’s what I am
I will tell those cosmetic companies to scram
Lip plumping or lipo…no darn way!
And as for my hair…I will let it go gray

Facelifts are for the weak, you know
I happen to adore the feet of the crow
I’ll snub my reflection, chuckling a little at me…
For shunning pricey moisturizers provides me with glee 

I don’t need any convertible or flashy car
My beauty shines really brightly, from afar 
Who cares about the rolls, seeming to multiply each day?
No staples for me, I don’t care what I weigh

Dark circles make my eyes look cute
And those saddlebags are really a hoot
Juvederm and Radiance ….what a waste
On this mug, parentheses DO have a place

Lasik-I sincerely think not
That bifocal look is certainly hot
A new boytoy-There will be none of that
Though I’m sure he’d dig my charming back fat

The bell, oh no, I don’t mean to be crass
I guess I dozed off in Algebra Class
I must have been close to 40 in that frightful dream
And I was just about to let off a really loud scream

Nevertheless, my dear friends, I do so solemnly vow
To go off and age gracefully…at least for now
That's right...no need for the third degree
I promise to not get my first brow lift…until I’m at least 23
Categories: parentheses, passion, visionary, beauty, beauty,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry


Your Living Marked My Heart

Do others think of you the way I do,
the embryo that grew beneath my heart?

There is so little proof you lived . . .
a metal marker on a grave,
a lighter, a wallet
that they gave . . .
two certificates, official,
like parentheses -
beginning, 
end.

I sometimes see your friends . . .
on those days,
you seem alive in little ways.

Do others think of you the way I do,
the boy who grew into a man,
unspoken dreams, unfinished plans.

There is so little proof you lived . . .
some childhood books
and art, and yet . . .
how deeply marked
your living carved my heart.


© March 5, 2014, Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories: parentheses, bereavement, death, son,
Form: Elegy

Premium Member Tozer-Deep

Tozer, deep - thoughts
well explored with-
in the realm of man

Thankfulness, for what man
cannot touch -
deep mysteries of an eternal God

our speech, no matter
how profound cannot reach
the depths, God’s eternal 
storehouse

A few things stored:
his love, grace, mercy

What’s left to explore:
(between the parentheses 
of eternity)
Categories: parentheses, god,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Three of My Favorites

So many more. Just a sampling of favorites, per contest instructions.
For each poet I have included a sampling of titles in parentheses.

THREE OF MY FAVORITES

Gershon Wolf

Gershon lands me in stitches.
In his wise and funny hands,
I can’t help but smile or laugh.
A grin happens, belly twitches.

(Sex Sells, War is Hell; Tingles, Twitches, Creaks;
Scant Solace in the Solstice, Old Bessie)

Caron Krutsinger 

Caron carries me to Wonderland.
Her muse and faeries’ mischievous.
Earthbound - school, kids and pets.
Her quaint stories, written offhand.

(Sleeping Elfin Baby, Santa Puppy Begs for Bones,
Unicorn with the Rainbow Tail, Fluffy Fat Robin)

Evelyn Judy Buehler

Evelyn’s poems’ immersed in hues.
An imagistic touch of stirring magic.
God will gift her with eternal colors -
Not one of them, she will refuse.

(Clashing Colors, Scarlet Noon, Green Door, Moonlight Blue)

12/30/2022
Who is your best PS poet or poetess Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Categories: parentheses, poets,
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Psycho Cat - It

Psycho Cat - IT

"In my sabbatical dreams after quarantine"
Visions of life run again at full steam
A little stiff, a bit arthritic, like
"The eerie board walk creaks near the beach of white sand"
Shifting on trails in forests of shadows
Moaning an elegy – enflamed eulogy -
"When they told me of psycho cat’s demise"
A sad voice of aching news, realized 
Not really a psycho, just catnip crazed,
Leaping in stagger – last of her nine lives -
While "the label, I hide, on the wine bottle"
Too many reminders of the passing
Of psycho cats in quarantine - alive 
In my sabbatical dreams quarantined.

Contest: Collaborate With Me
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
9-30-20

I couldn't get the bold function to work so I put your lines in parentheses.
Categories: parentheses, cat, dream, life, memory,
Form: Verse

Apostrophe

You are my life's apostrophe
The part that has always been missing in me
You're right where the hyphen used to be-
You are my life's apostrophe

Once a question mark was all I had? 
And commas dominated my soul, 
Semicolons; separated my dreams
And the ellipse was firmly in control...

Then you placed your brackets around my [heart]
Your braces around my {soul}
Your parentheses surround my (dreams) 
You're the exclamation mark in my life so droll!
Categories: parentheses, love,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Living Poem

You are the poem,
you dwell inside the letters.
Apostrophes like freckles,
smile lines like parentheses.
It may be me that scribes the poem,
that finds the words and braids
them together, it may be me
that pens the poem,
but you, you my love, are one
© Rollo West  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: parentheses, love, may,
Form: Free verse

Dichotomous, Duplicitous Man

Besides the hallowed covenant of The Way
 There is only one other univocal tenet I obey
  The human spirit is insuperable and indomitable
   Though it can wield an evil that is so abominable
   
Our essence is both distilled and defined
 By what I would collectively call "humankind"
  Despite war, disaster, catastrophe and disease
   We have a resplendent life hidden in the parentheses 

With ethnic cleansing, racial profiling, and hate
 We have solidarity and unbridled hope to syncopate
  Though the warts on the face of this cold, cruel earth
   Conspicuously present themselves amongst our glee and mirth

They can be overlooked to reveal a complexion 
 That represents the depth and breadth of our cross section
  As cliché as it sounds, good defeats evil in the end
   And we have infinite, exponential amounts of it to expend  

So call me quaint, trite, or even naïve
 Besides God, there is only one other thing I believe
  I am convinced that man is intrinsically honorable
   Despite also being innately intolerable
Categories: parentheses, celebration, destiny, dream, forgiveness,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Exclamation Point

The landmark was given the name 
"Exclamation Point," and indeed it became 
the most exciting place I'd ever known!
The "parentheses" between us shone
of sun "dashes" splashing 
on the "comma" aquamarine.
My fashion "square bracket" charms swayed 
like my body stayed in Mark's trustworthy arms.
Our eyes simultaneously met 
the first "asterisk" set in the sky, shining brightly.
"Make a wish," he whispered softly, 
"and close your eyes tightly."
When I opened my eyes, he was down on one knee! 
The "question Mark" asked next 
was actually my silent request!
He pulled the "asterisk" from the sky, 
and lovestruck eye to eye, 
he gently slid it on my consenting finger.
Then suddenly swans graced the stage 
like a princess rescue in a storybook page.
We agreed to continue our courtship that day 
the "semicolon"ial  biblical way.
How difficult it was that magical night, 
amidst the "ellipsis" Little Dipper kite, 
but we wanted to honor our great Creator.
A longing "period" of three months later, 
down a driftwood isle along the same sand 
our "carets" met "ampersand" hand-in-hand.

4/19/19
Categories: parentheses, blessing, engagement, innocence, love,
Form: Free verse

Parentheses

It was not easy, 
to rewrite a dream poem 
when you are bound and hurt.

        *

A twiner 
looms out, at my window. 
Like a face, peeps in.

       *

Do not want to tell, 
about my sorrow, 
before the dried up river.


Satish Verma
Categories: parentheses, art,
Form: ABC

Please Don'T Steal the Toilet Paper

At a rest stop on the highway,
In the women's room, a sign 
Saying, "Please don't steal the toilet paper!"
(Exclamation, mine.)

Beneath it, in parentheses,
Was added ("Yes, folks do it")
Although what type of people would,
I couldn't quite intuit.

I guess the ones who litter,
Cut the lines or text and drive;
In other words, a huge percent 
Of people now alive.
Categories: parentheses, people,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member In the Jungle

There’s a forest bizarre neither nearby nor far,
full of sights somewhat scary to spook a soul wary.
The deep, darkened jungle, I think you’ll agree 
is never a safe place for you or for me...

The vicious antihistamines attack unwary gabardines,
while hungry, snarling mezzanines will slither on the ground.
Meanwhile, some frenzied proselytes are hiding from the troglodytes,
who, angry from the zwieback bites, are swarming all around!

Inside this jungle, quarantines are known to suck on guillotines
until stampeding nazarenes charge in and scare them both.
The tetanus fights the diocese, as scallions snack on c’est la vies;
they all avoid isosceles, who hide in undergrowth.

The snarling tracheotomies stalk the nonsequitur
and scare defenseless equities that fly from Equador,
while swarms of green parentheses infest the feeble pinafore
for blood.

The buzzing twits and hypocrites gnaw on palaver bones
while fat, lethargic amulets are chased by chromosomes.
The sleepy, sluggish genuflects had best avoid the palindromes
in mud.

You may never have heard of a place so absurd,
you may opt to believe it a myth.
But if ever you visit and wonder, “what is it?”
just ask a nearby monolith.
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: parentheses, silly,
Form: Rhyme

Coming of Age

Awakened by cops, I am frightened and confused. My parents arrested, I was removed. From house to house, I am placed with mannequins who “love” in parentheses. “Mommy, when will you come?” Her face plastered everywhere, yet she is nowhere. I was so young, then one day I turn eighteen. Return to thick, robust roots. 

Knock on my old door,
Greeted by stranger blankly, 
“How can I help you?”

My caseworker forgot to put life skills in my suitcase. A life sized adult body with a child inside on stilts. That night was the first one sleeping on hard surfaces. Aged out, and graduated from child protective services to homeless and forgotten on somebody's lunch break. They eat a cardboard club sandwich. 

Middle aged mother 
Inquiring about her child
“Sorry Ma’am, that files closed”.





 I wrote this poem as a haibun, trying to keep it emotionless and rather concrete, inserting haiku that I hope adds new dimension to the prose. I am trying to hit home without actually hitting anything!  This is my first haibun.
Categories: parentheses, america, confusion, growing up,
Form: Haibun
Get a Premium Membership
Get more exposure for your poetry and more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Member Area

My Admin
Profile and Settings
Edit My Poems
Edit My Quotes
Edit My Short Stories
Edit My Articles
My Comments Inboxes
My Comments Outboxes
Soup Mail
Poetry Contests
Contest Results/Status
Followers
Poems of Poets I Follow
Friend Builder

Soup Social

Poetry Forum
New/Upcoming Features
The Wall
Soup Facebook Page
Who is Online
Link to Us

Member Poems

Poems - Top 100 New
Poems - Top 100 All-Time
Poems - Best
Poems - by Topic
Poems - New (All)
Poems - New (PM)
Poems - New by Poet
Poems - Read
Poems - Unread

Member Poets

Poets - Best New
Poets - New
Poets - Top 100 Most Poems
Poets - Top 100 Most Poems Recent
Poets - Top 100 Community
Poets - Top 100 Contest

Famous Poems

Famous Poems - African American
Famous Poems - Best
Famous Poems - Classical
Famous Poems - English
Famous Poems - Haiku
Famous Poems - Love
Famous Poems - Short
Famous Poems - Top 100

Famous Poets

Famous Poets - Living
Famous Poets - Most Popular
Famous Poets - Top 100
Famous Poets - Best
Famous Poets - Women
Famous Poets - African American
Famous Poets - Beat
Famous Poets - Cinquain
Famous Poets - Classical
Famous Poets - English
Famous Poets - Haiku
Famous Poets - Hindi
Famous Poets - Jewish
Famous Poets - Love
Famous Poets - Metaphysical
Famous Poets - Modern
Famous Poets - Punjabi
Famous Poets - Romantic
Famous Poets - Spanish
Famous Poets - Suicidal
Famous Poets - Urdu
Famous Poets - War

Poetry Resources

Anagrams
Bible
Book Store
Character Counter
Cliché Finder
Poetry Clichés
Common Words
Copyright Information
Grammar
Grammar Checker
Homonym
Homophones
How to Write a Poem
Lyrics
Love Poem Generator
New Poetic Forms
Plagiarism Checker
Poetics
Poetry Art
Publishing
Random Word Generator
Spell Checker
Store
What is Good Poetry?
Word Counter