Best Particular Poems
I wonder whose fortune If not her own Was she separated from There's a style about the way she moves That seems so out of place on the street corner She's ghost like now Invisible to the world around her Floating from one place to another Coveting the silence she has found In being no one in particular
Categories:
particular, for her,
Form:
Free verse
No one in particular (in the wake of our dreams)
We don’t look like they do,
graphic replicas of a life in tatters,
drifting on lonesome clouds
Dove’s wing spread
capturing the wind,
waving goodbye to an existence
that dreams in black and white,
fashioning commercials
like chip and salsa dispensers
Camouflaged by sadness,
greens and browns woven in corduroy overalls
Contemplating the loss
before the beginning creates a title
and words have only meaning
for others who chose to read
and believe that each day
is a jewel in the crown of the month
Floating on seas of discontent
even though heart shaped sails
reflect on horizons
much closer than they appear
but still so far away
that silhouettes resemble unmentionables
as others keep a watchful eye
for anything that even seems
like a tide fueled rumor,
just because they can
Still, we don’t look like they do,
maybe because our visions come through
a brilliant sunrise and we realize
we do need somebody
and we won’t hesitate to cherish,
quietly of course,
those who come to touch us
in the wake of our dreams,
hiding in plain sight,
disguised as no one
in particular
Categories:
particular, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
Not for the contest
No more do I despair
writing for contests with an off the wall theme
Those that want me to create a nightmare
from what was once a beautiful dream.
No more do I care
about Marvel characters who fight and kill
I'd rather spend my time writing silly limericks
for fun and honing a particular poetry skill
than worrying about meter and syllable tricks.
No more do I write
for contests where a sponsor forbids me to choose
how many spaces I indent each middle line
by someone who thinks they're a bard. No, I refuse
to write for a yobo whose rules constrict and confine.
No more contests
do I enter for judges who hold grudges and spite
or who offer friendship placements with a wink.
It's not fair to good poets who get N/A'd as a backbite
I've no more interest in participation with pen and ink
No longer care
to write for judges who give novel length instruction
Yes, rules should be followed, but not to such extreme.
It negates poetic license, serving as a poetic obstruction
making that contest sponsor, head of his or her regime.
No more writing
for those who prohibit adjectives and adverbs be used
or if the sponsor has never written in the specified form.
The power that some feel as a judge can be abused
while preaching about dos and don'ts from a platform.
Oh, spare me
from those who don't know the use of literary devices,
metaphors, proper grammar, and over doing alliteration.
To anyone who wants to enter contests, my advice is...
"Don't take a crown seriously. It will lead to abdication."
No more issues
to deal with sponsors who change their minds midway
through contests because no entries for the theme... bizarre,
and decide, without warning they have the right to say,
"I can do what I want." Who made them the contest czar?"
No blight is this
on judges who sincerely host, giving up their leisure time
to make PS a place where everyone can take an active part.
Those who appreciate good fun in free verse or with rhyme.
I applaud the fair-minded sponsors who have a good heart.
A few weeks ago, I decided to not enter PS contests any longer.
Categories:
particular, conflict, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
Overly Particular Judges:
What to submit
Only Sonnet form accepted.
Must be a sonnet ( 14 lines - 10 syllables per line. Rhyme scheme : ABAB CDCD EFEF GG)
Must include all 3 lines as below:
Ginger Beer is a tonic
Flotsam and jetsam are marked on the ship
The imp skipped merrily.
These three phrases MUST be included in your sonnet.
Please bold them to be easily seen when judging.
I am looking for intellectual thought waves throughout the poem, particularly on your consideration of what causes tides to come in and go out.
Fresh ideas will be rewarded. Tired descriptions that have been over used will not be rewarded. Think of new ways to describe things.
The title of your poem is your choice. Add SV to the end of the title.
Have fun. 35 poems will be accepted and my time limit will be one week from today. Once your poem is entered it cannot be seen by other poets until judging has been completed.
First Prize, trophy Second to tenth, Glory
Preparing Your Entry
Submit one copy of your poem online. Format your poem. Please make your entry easy to read — no illustrations or fancy fonts.
English Language
Poems should be in English. Poems translated from other languages are not eligible unless you wrote both the original poem and the translation.
A Note to Poetry Contestants
You are welcome to enter this contest, whether or not you won a prize in one of my previous contests.
Categories:
particular, time,
Form:
Other
From the word 'born', she was made to be a queen.
From the weight numbers 7.7 lbs., she was born to be queen.
She was daddy's girl and mother's pearl, a gift to the world.
Not all queens are strong, but this future queen was born strong.
Although some thought her to be mean, she wanted to be fair to all.
If in this queen's presence, someone acted or spoke unapproving, she
simply stared you down until you wished yourself to be invisible. This
stern queen believed in and practiced 'exceptionalism' like none I had
ever witnessed, and tokenism had no place in her presence.
She pursued 'education for all', and 'full employment' was her goal.
She believed in hard work and earning, not whining, one's way to success.
Queen Grace gave her best and from everyone else, she expected no less.
Queen Grace ruled with an iron fist, commanding respect from everybody.
She desired that long after her demise, her people would enjoy the fruits of both her labors and those of others in her kingdom. Future generations would be proud. She had inherited a solid foundation from her parents and was determined to make it even better.
There have been and always will be those who will fix things only temporarily.
Many are opportunists and do just enough to win the popularity contest or the next election. Not so with Queen Grace, who seemed to have had things figured out the day she was born. She refused to build a kingdom on hay, stubble, and wood. On the contrary, Queen Grace labored to leave a legacy built of pure gold and silver. "She wrought her people lasting good".
"She wrought her people lasting good", Alfred Lord Tennyson
081322PSCtest, Difficult Poetry Contest, Julia Ward
Categories:
particular, leadership,
Form:
Narrative
homemade chicken noodle soup and a grilled lipton burger
sixites latin music bumping out of the speakers and your booty just a-shakin'
no cares in the moment and unconditional love floating all around
you steal a kiss and a light slap on my butt
i shake my head as you laugh like mad at me actually blushing
i grab you a water and myself some blue cream soda
we take our reverie to the new deck your brother built for us and admire the view
old sookie the saint bernard finds the energy to come and beg for our food
he is drooling banana peel brain style and you toss him something
now it is my turn to guffaw and shake my head
we begin to converse as old sookie finds his lazy bone again and falls asleep between our deck chairs
you take my hand
i blush again
you say 'you need to quit'
now i steal a kiss from you
you deepen the kiss
FOOD FULLY DIGESTED!
the rest we will leave to the obvious part of somebody's imagination
i will just say dessert was wonderful and perfect....
Categories:
particular, dog, food, happiness, joy,
Form:
Free verse
Your particular situation is not that bad
Written By Dean Masciarelli
October 11, 2010 (2:59pm)
Your particular situation is not that bad
At least you have food in your belly; and
a bed
to sleep in; that has a roof over your head;
Instead of sleeping on a cold concrete slab
That’s why you must always be grateful
and thankful for all the things that you
do have; instead of worrying
about the things that you may not have
Because there are people out there in the
world; who are less fortunate then you are;
and there stories can be extremely sad
Your particular situation is not that bad
At least you have food in your belly; and
a bed
to sleep in; that has a roof over your head
Categories:
particular, inspirational, lifefood, sleep,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm writing now with no regard to where the words will go.
It's not much different than before, I usually don't know.
But not to have a thought in mind feels kind of disconcerting.
With nothing in particular, the boundries, I'm skirting.
So on I go to say hello or maybe how ya doin'.
Just let it flow and let it go, you know what rhyme's with doin? :)
But I digress, it's just the stress that causes such dismay.
Not knowing what the future brings and what the hell to say.
It seems no matter what I write, people just think it's sad.
Well that's ok, it's not a cause for me to get all mad.
It's just that writing on a whim without a line of sight.
Is not something that's comfortable, it doesn't feel quite right.
But rhyming is my claim to fame so it's alright with me.
As long as these words dance and sing with meaning you can see.
Even if nothing's being said, it really doesn't matter.
It's nothing in particular, it's really all just chatter.
I feel the need to share with you something a little funny.
A friend of mine used to always say something when he walked past a pretty girl.
He'd say tickle your ass with a feather. And if the girl turned around and said, what did you say? He'd say Particularly nice weather. :) Truthfully, he usually just went through the imagined scenario so we could hear. We always enjoyed it. :):):)
Categories:
particular, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme
Those overly particular judges
Give me a halt when I see their contests
Asking to write what I feel
In hard form plus a kyrielle
I better go and take my long bed rests.
At first, I did once, spending my whole night
Started from the topic I needed to write
Half of pantoum, I dozed off
Felt like floated with the roof
My poem was posted after a week, fight!
All entries were judged after some few months
My poem moved to next page, new poems in front
Mine wasn’t found on the list
After passing judges’ wrist
Whose strictness lied on perfect rhymes and fonts.
Those overly particular judges
Give me a halt when I see their contests
Asking to write what I feel
In hard form plus a kyrielle
I better go and take my long bed rests.
Categories:
particular, judgement,
Form:
Limerick
In my room, there are many objects,
most of them collecting dust.
I have an array of books, some I've read,
and some I fear I never will.
There is a window I gaze out quite often.
The hills outside my window are now full of houses,
where once roamed horses. I miss those days.
I wonder why man has such great tepees these days
and no horses.
But my mind is not as active now as it once was.
It's not that I don't care anymore, it's just that I've learned
to be more accepting of things. (To a degree)
I am not a man on a mission, I am simply trying to be at one with myself.
Man must first find inner peace to make the world a peaceful place.
A quote from Black Elk:
There can never be peace between nations until there is known that true peace, which, as I have often said, is within the souls of men.
The word spirit comes from the Latin spiritus, meaning "breath." So as long as we are all breathing in and out, the Awen will find its own way out.
(AWEN, Welsh for (poetic) inspiration).
Categories:
particular,
Form:
Narrative
on a beautifully blue day like this one
my tempting temptation wins out
the three and a half hours seem like thirty minutes
however when i get there....it's like....'what regrets?'
i take out my new beach chair from the back seat
i grab the latest romance novel that i am reading
i stroll to the beach access
i find......THAT SPOT.....
i plant my new beach chair on the sand
i enjoy until reality and time remind me that this ain't a holiday
when that 'until' comes, i could care less about caring
i am in my element, and i'll be damned if i am not gonna get my enjoyment on
Lord KNOWS i worked my ass off to get here.....
....so here's to LIFE....AHHHHH.....
Categories:
particular, blue, sky, travel, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
a day like any other day. there was nothing special going on,until for no particular
reason,you decided that you didn't love me anymore. i saw you! you were smiling
and singing as you packed your bags and walked out,slamming the door on
everything,on every drop of love i had given to you. for days and days i cried as
though i had died inside. and then,on a beautiful sunny morning,for no particular
reason,i walked outside,smiled a little smile and began to live life again.
Categories:
particular, lost lovelove,
Form:
Oh, what a particular species we humans are
For
At the moment we spend our evanescent life
Undermining the moral foundations this world is built on
Just for a temporal gain,
We kneel before the Eternal when things go wrong,
Imploring, the Lord, to deliver us from
Anything that causes pain,
Forgetting,
That in most cases, we are the ones who
Deserve the blame!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 November 2022
Categories:
particular, god, people, wisdom, world,
Form:
Free verse
I'm writing this poem about,
Nothing in particular.
It might be so, I don't quite know
If this matter can be quite the tickler.
As you read,
What I write,
Are you sitting are you standing,
Or are you leaning to the right?
Today I don't feel,
Any kind of sadness.
EEK! I'm talking to myself,
That's the first sign of madness.
I now that I'm sarcastic,
But I'm not very witty.
If you think you're so smart,
Sing a funny ditty!
HA!
I bet you diddn't sing at all.
I don't care,
If you're big or small.
Now whose smarter,
May I ask,
As I give you,
Another task!
Write a poem,
Even better,
And if you do,
Send me a letter!
I told you at the very start,
This poem may not be a tickler,
But one thing is quite for sure,
That it's about nothing in particular.
Categories:
particular, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
a day like any other day. there was nothing special going on,until for no particular
reason,you decided that you didn't love me anymore. i saw you! you were smiling
and singing as you packed your bags and walked out,slamming the door on
everything,on every drop of love i had given to you. for days and days i cried as
though i had died inside. and then,on a beautiful sunny morning,for no particular
reason,i walked outside,smiled a little smile and began to live life again.
Categories:
particular, lost lovelove,
Form: