Best Personalised Poems
Cassius Marcellus Coolridge
'twixt canines& art made a bridge
With caricature so comique
he personalised the anthropomorphic
Categories:
personalised, art, people,
Form:
Clerihew
This year my wife bought us personalised gifts
In order to heal little family rifts
Her sister was flattered and gave her a hug
When she found her face on a bone china mug
Her Dad kissed her cheek, wrapped his arm round her waist
In thanks for the monogrammed cigarette case
Tempers, once frayed, we’re now far less fiery
When her brother opened his new photo diary
And now everybody was getting on fine
And so it was time that I opened mine
Mine was quite large and so peace was assured
’til I found my face on a friggin dartboard
Categories:
personalised, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
The whole truth
and nothing but the fu(king truth
That laws, and math, only help solve
local temporary problems,
All of which fall way short
on the infinite needs scale
were we rely on estimates, theories,
and other manmade truths
Still here we are,
alone on a goldilocks planet
All 8 billion of us milling around,
living our lives
guaranteed nothing
other than this moment
and whatever came before
To think otherwise
would be presumptuously human
As for choice is there really any
other than try feed ourselves
and sate the instinct to survive and thrive
We are a civilisation built on
disparate societal values and creeds
Each day is an imperceptible handover
from one generation to the next,
with no guarantee they’ll do a better job
But the real problem is not truth,
It’s why!
Why anything at all,
Why life
Why the fu(k am I asking these questions
I’m apostate, No!
I have little faith, No!
I am honest, No!
A nihilist, No
It’s because I have a sentient,
curious, unapologetic mind
that compels me to ask why!
Sometimes I think
i’d be better off a sponge
floating in crystal clear turquoise balmy oceans
Soaking up oblivious unintelligible surroundings
Indifferent to mortality and the universe,
popping off a few buds every once in a while,
or whatever sponges
brainlessly do to further their species
Such basic life is so very tempting
but just doesn’t sit right
Never to experience love
however fleeting,
Never to endure pain
However crushing,
Never to feel like throwing in the towel,
Even if just to mop blood
off the floor like a sponge
See, I’ve had moments
unimaginably beautiful,
Alongside unconscionably awful ones,
Moments so real
they can’t have been synthesised
by any stretch of any imagination
I believe a God or the universe
created me as a vessel of interpretation
to perceive itself
from my unique perspective
Well not unique per se,
more a personalised handicapped view
I am nothing and everything
in the grand scheme of things
No more! No less!
One that uses swear words
language you may not like,
yet clearly understand
The weirdest part is not the feeling
I’ve written this fu(ked up poem
in previous carnations
It’s my swearing
just seems to be getting worse
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
personalised, how i feel, life,
Form:
Free verse
Life means I can talk to my friends and others,
When the untravelled sea fills with brothers,
Pleasure rushes the uninhabited areas we just don't sail,
And when we semiotically emit our meaning, we will prevail;
Freedom rings with resonance resounding and pervasive,
No need for more traditional others to be abrasive,
No bears or wolves, no chides, jibes, and no probes obtrusive,
Your identity is your construct, your speech is conclusive.
And my books! Alas my books. They proffer so such contentment,
A breadth of knowledge with no suggestions delinquent,
Nor are there any accusers to accost,
My mind and spirit which upon some can be lost,
Possibilities endless, bringing depth of character,
They glint and glide, swimming in grammar;
Multiple amounts of information councel my hesitation,
Brimming particulars restrain inhibition.
But oh my computer: How elegant is she!
Believing in my easy registrations as well as my errors to be;
Such possibilities, moulded so neatly into my space,
Without the communal glare of uniformity’s trace;
Personalised desktop, memory and input method,
It accepts me unquestioned with no staff or flogging rod;
I program to set the user interface alight,
With the functionality and procedures of the user’s plight.
However, I can also give myself my own system,
Personal software from my own inclination;
Knowing some designers do not have in hand,
The shortcuts that only I seem to understand;
A software engineer’s god complex should not surface,
The digital space is a privilege to influence, place;
I love determining the screen and its sounds,
Where freedom of knowledge and data abound.
But the gift of poetry delights and ignites,
Hurtful regressions lull in its sight;
Its credibility only ever stoops to concede,
That only your introversion may expression impede;
Language caressed, dignity nursed,
You never need to be at all reimbursed;
Its haters are silent for fear of rebuke,
As truth, imagination and love are its hook.
Categories:
personalised, books, computer, friendship, people,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
I can't sleep
My mind races and I can't relax.
I shiver in the darkness and my nose is cold.
I stare at a screen, thumbs poised to pounce,
Maybe you think this conversation is getting old.
I can't sleep now.
As a jingle rings in the silence
My heart thumps out of time
A tap onscreen to read, then a smile
To make me this breathless should be a crime.
I don't want to sleep.
My thumbs are tapping without my control
But they know just what I want to say
I picture you smiling in the darkness like I am
I wish I could see you the next day
I should be asleep now.
I type my goodbye seconds later
Just for you, a personalised goodbye
Burying my nose under blankets
I'm so happy that you are my guy
I'm falling asleep.
A chime in the night, I lift up my phone
See the reply, I am breathless once more
Lay my head on the pillow, thinking to myself
"How was I living without you before?"
I hug my pillow and fall asleep smiling.
Categories:
personalised, cute love, emotions, for
Form:
Free verse
A child of beauty.
Such a joy to behold,
So full of mischief
And yet good as gold.
A rare precious gem
In a world gone awry.
A laughing imp
With a sparkling eye.
Sweet innocence wrapt
In a bundle of fun,
Full of wonder and
Enchanting to everyone...
Soulful eyes,Cupid mouth,
Chubby cheeks that tantalise.
A cherub from heaven born,
Soft haired angel in disguise.
Little hands that reach in trust,
Pure,peaceful as a dove.
And inside this pint pot of charm
A heart that beats with love....
You,who would disquiet our lives
Yet lay there so gentle and mild,
You make us smile,tug at our hearts.
Such a sweet adorable child.
I wrote this when our first granddaughter was born,but it was personalised.
She is now a beautiful woman with a child of her own.
Categories:
personalised, baby, beautiful, granddaughter,
Form:
Rhyme
In a bleak mid-winter
just twenty-five years ago
a stranger I came to know,
this peace began to show.
In a bleak mid-winter
Jesus I came to know,
some twenty-five years ago,
shalom began to glow.
Free to be,the real me
sensitivity to show,
mid-winter, twenty-five years ago
My favourite carol (by Christina Rossetti),personalised,inspired by Debbie's contest, and after syllabic style of Marianne Moore
Categories:
personalised, faith, inspirational,
Form:
Bio
At first look it was off to the races,
I had assume you would wait for me,
Let me take your hand like vision of love,
Of you coming closer look among the sky,
Echo of time late or arrive what is on your mind,
Picture perfect head above a pillow,
Warm bath caps off relax sound proof steel,
Wall echoes no more of drop of penny,
Let me be your pillow,
The warm place on earth like waterfall to a home,
Echo of time late or arrive what is on your mind,
I hear more then howls of moon,
Late night cabin fever first wish I be your sincerely,
Take and Greek to meet all needs like a,
Captain I take you there,
Echo of time late or arrive what is on your mind.
Categories:
personalised, art, love,
Form:
Lyric
VIEWPOINT
acquired
discovered
&
conceived
so personalised
alongside
an
edge
a layer
& the flavour
& the
character
of
destiny
of the
fragile
&vulnerable
to bear
in mind
identified
the
inconclusive
displayed
alongside
the luminous
so
recently
discovered
an
emphasis
on the
novel
niche
&otherwise
familiar
the
ultra-contemporary
a showcase
emerging
as a
restorative
to
overwhelm
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:
personalised, poetry,
Form:
Other
no time to sit and ponder
at life small miraculous wonder
to busy with your own greed
your personalised selfness need
your bitterness grew we grew weary
bringing us down making us dreary
leave your "I wants" out the door
because I wont stand for it any more
the respect is all that you are concerned
but mark my words, it is not given its a earned
you think its your place you think its your right
the spectacle you make, what a site!
tantrums you cause the fights you make
simply by being you, you make my brain ache!
so just leave, go on, we dont want you here
Dont come around, are we clear?!
Categories:
personalised, life
Form:
when I buy pictures,
or better yet
from a book,
or see upon the internet
imagery is all to me,
colour maybe
all,that I see
frequently;undone
by impressions
abstractions eye
extract expressions..
initiate ekphrasis' cry
personalised version of M
Moore poem/style
Categories:
personalised, art
Form:
Verse
Categories:
personalised, art,
Form:
Ekphrasis
She said "I just wanted to be your screensaver and have a personalised ringtone"
But you want to see how many one night stands you can bring home
She said you're the reason why broken hearted females sing songs
I threw away a good girl cause I didn't want to give her a personalised ringtone
I lost a good girl and I have to live with that
She wanted the little things, I couldn't even give her that
I could say I was young, but I've used that excuse one too many times
Your picture will come together but I wasn't meant to be in the design
I thought love was a game won, by who slept with the most females
Now as an older man I've realised that's nothing to do with the details
But I can't go back and change my younger dumb ways
Two sides to a story, but this relationship only went one way
I loved you deep down, but I had far too much pride on top of it
My heart was too damaged and you got lost in it
I apologise from the bottom of my pen, cause that's where I'm most truthful
You were an amazing girl and really beautiful
All you wanted was a personalised ringtone
Looking back, you were the girl I should bring home
You were the girl I should have put a ring on
All you wanted was a personalised ringtone
Categories:
personalised, loneliness, lonely, longing, lost
Form:
Free verse
It's not just a cake when made with TLC..
Its made especially with love from Terri-Lee.
Whatever your style, idea or dream..
TLC will cater to your special theme.
Weddings, Engagements, Birthdays and more..
Cakes, cookies, cupcakes galore.
Greeting cards, poetry all personalised to style..
At TLC you're special, and your event is worth while.
Silk bouquets, decorations, sugar flowers from the heart.
Terri-Lee at TLC has mastered the art.
5 years of study and certificates to show..
25 years of experience and awards to bestow.
Gifted as an artist from sketch to abstract..
Bring your occasion to life with a WOW impact!
A talented family included to make this whole..
A unique combination to perfect this role.
Cards by Carrollyn are creatively designed..
And poetry by Derani to express what's on your mind.
So think of TLC when planning your next event.
Bring to life what you wish to represent!
Categories:
personalised, birthday, care, celebration, family,
Form:
Rhyme
I have to become something
It will iron out my faults
Like a shirt with too many creases that still needs to be worn
I’m a bed sheet with too many stains and too many folds from restless nights
It’s okay when the sheet has a history
Has a memory
Has a past
Has the time you spent with your future wrapped in a ball all broken and stretched
Has the times you spent recovering from the heartbreak of the time
Watching the Simpsons on repeat until you mix her name with homers and laugh to yourself in a hungry sadness
I want to become part of a life not a thing to be discarded because it’s damage causes more disgust than it does sentiment
What can a piece of fabric with holes cut out and black marks in its middle be if not a work of art
To be admired by some and misunderstood by many
Where does it go
Does it go with all the others
Burnt recycled washed and repurposed
Into the machine
Into the personalised fix for one hundred pound a week
Into the wash to be made anew
Something the same as before but without the scars of its past
I don’t want to be new
I want to be me
I want to be seen
I want to be wanted
The black marks not defining my value
And making more while finding something new when being wrapped up in it
All stained, torn, and marked
Beautifully marked
Categories:
personalised, depression, future, heartbreak, love,
Form:
Free verse