Best Pertains Poems
In the serene nights with starry skies,
With you on my mind, I realize.
Beautiful soul, you're so pristine.
Perfect are you, your love divine.
Oh my dear, you're so adorable.
Each moment with you, unforgettable.
In all our minds, some flaws there are.
Undeniable expectations, all wide and far.
Not even on the west risen day,
Your expectations could I meet someway.
I grieve, I cry, in my heart's uprisings.
Dejection takes control virtue my shortcomings.
My subconsciousness though, in tranquility remains.
Privileged I am, feeling of calmness pertains.
For I've known you, I've loved you, so warm
and deep.
And gratitude for your reciprocation, I do keep.
Name it not, what we have for ourselves.
Why make a bond? When it's us, together it delves.
Let there be spaces yet propinquity.
But I'll be loving you, infinity till eternity.
Categories:
pertains, beauty, crush, heartbroken, i
Form:
Rhyme
What if I write a blank
or draw a curtain…curtains
for me, in this dank poetry.
What pertains to right…
is it wrong to stray, head
the other way, away from
well known artistry. First succeed
in basics…oh the breeding…
the warning heeding…don’t get
all caught up. Let your imagination
run with the bulls, fly with haloes.
Crumble not
under the weight, the crushing heresy
agape…still watch your spelling,
laughing…
unless you meant to…wait for it…
change your gait right out of the gate.
Oh they will hate you…
won’t that be great.
Take fifty paces of oxygen
and don’t be late…don’t be late.
just be great. applause….applause.
plausibly the worst write…right?
W R i T e
2/27/2023
Categories:
pertains, writing,
Form:
Free verse
Dance of a Life with thee
Moments of Bliss
Sweetly Truly given
True Love endures
Pure Happiness
Tis within dreams
Of many dreams
As he comes towards me
With his eyes..
Radiantly gleams
Full of Love
Deeply.. extremes
As tis same for me..
Then he takes my hand
As I beheld his
Music in the Air
Within Our hearts
Always Playing there
As he guides me
Along through the path
Of Enchanting Romance
True Love Forever lasts
As he holds me close
Within his strong arms
As we both behold
True Love for each other
Dreams can come True
Manifest into Reality
All Pertaining to God's Will..
Within this life And Beyond
Promises Blessings Endures
As Knowing… Betwixt
We both Beholding
The Highest Love
Proclaiming Our Savior...
His Mighty Name
As We are..
Followers of Jesus Christ
As God brings us
To be.. Together Forever
All pertaining to God's Will
True Love in this Life..
And Pure Love in Eternity
Witnessing to all others
In hopes.. Saving Souls
They may too..
Obtain God’s Glory
Beholds Eternal Life
Come to Jesus
While there is still time
Promises and Blessing
Giving from our Lord..
Our Savior... Our Divine
For all… Within this Life.. in Eternity
All ours to obtain.. through Christ...
You can’t lose.. Only gain
Come to Jesus.. Sincerely…
Tis be.. All pertains to God's Will
Categories:
pertains, faith, inspirational, love, life,
Form:
This is a story, short, but true
About a woman who had eyes that were black and blue.
About a man who can eat things ten times his size,
And a dog who was considered to be amazingly wise
They lived in a land of shades of four,
And lived in a cave which had no door
But that's not the point I want to make
Because the things I just said are truly fake
But the story is of a man who juggled his head
And when he got bored he'd play dead
He had one friend and his name was Tom
Tom made a bomb which killed his mom
He became very dull, empty, and grim
But moving along, for the story is not of him.
It's about a woman who had turn green
Sick from all the beauty she had seen
Wait! The story is not about her either,
This story pertains to a boy eating a beaver
O'boy, I just can’t get this right!
I think it’s about a girl who lost her arm in a fight.
Or of a guy who collected decapitated heads,
Or of a baby who sold bear traps as beds.
Once upon a time the sun lost its shine,
Once upon a time we all came from slime
I better make this story end right now,
Before I tell the story of the man who birthed a cow.
Categories:
pertains, confusionwoman, lost, lost, time,
Form:
Couplet
The Magna Carta gave birth to morality,
The first one in 1215 to constrain King John,
Who could steal anyone’s cart, normality,
Because he was not a giver of life’s song.
Truth pertains to morality: right and wrong,
And we all know it’s inside us and is spritely,
But believers in god, some of them belong,
To groups not of love, but of hatred tightly.
Because they’re going upwards to heaven,
We’re all in our diversities going to visit hell,
No promotions, no nights out or legs eleven,
For the friends, relations of those with tell.
He was faithful to god in his own small mind,
And that was all that mattered, not my health,
Asking slyly for post-validation, for a look kind,
Moral fibre was not in his compass, his wealth.
Categories:
pertains, bible, freedom, health, power,
Form:
Quatrain
A down day I'm having
They are certainly rare
No real reason
Not very happy I declare
Just one of those day
The approach of the cold
Could it be winter
Could be I suppose
Each year round this time
I'm afflicted by this
The on come of winter
The warmth I will miss
I'm aware of the seasons
Three are okay
The fourth old man winter
Wish would just go away
Sure must be speaking
For most Canucks
Maybe a mild winter
We'll have with some luck
Who am I kidding
It's in Canada I reside
Mild pertains to cheddar
Not the temperature outside
© Jack Ellison 2013
Got dumped on last night... about 4 or 5 inches!!!
Categories:
pertains, winter,
Form:
Quatrain
Green is a mix of blue and yellow,
And indeed it is both normal and bold;
It pertains to land, country, plant and tree,
And holds nature within its hand.
It symbolises rightness in ecology,
As the environment of the bird and animal,
It comes from plant chlorophyll which receives light,
Changing its energy into photosynthesis.
Plants breathe, and they breathe by chlorophyll,
The green pigment in all plants and cyanobacteria,
So when you say that life is not relational to you,
Just look at a green apple or a kiwi fruit and laugh!
Categories:
pertains, cheer up, color, creation,
Form:
Free verse
First Tier!
A leprechaun from Ireland
made it to the United States.
She came in spite to
destroy St. Patrick’s Day.
She docked in Mass. joined in the Parade.
Second Tier!
She was enriched; her appearance changed quick.
Ms. Aideen Mac Cool wealth was
not known to anyone.
She fight with sticks and
hit with bricks when someone
finds her pot of gold.
Third Tier!
She yells, “I am a Limerick;
a perfect pitch of Irish folklore.
As a Leprechaun, I will kill
over my pot of gold.”
I am never one to not forewarn.
~I am Ms Aideen McCool!~.
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Note: This is a three tier Limerick (also can be considered as a poem). Each is written in a Limerick form, which is Lines One, Two, and Five all rhyme with each other, and Lines Three and Four rhyme with each other. More, a leprechaun is a green theme in which Ms. Aideen Mac Cool wears green (costume and clothing) and loves the color green. Her favorite color is green. She is a leprechaun. All pertains green as they theme to nature colors. They possess the luck of the Irish for St. Patrick's Green Day.
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Name: Any Green Theme (old/new) nature/color (St. Patrick's Day poem/limerick)
Motif: Leprechaun
Categories:
pertains, change, character, children, funny,
Form:
Limerick
I stood in the graveyard all alone,
With no-one else beside my ship,
But nature seemed near to me,
As it was marked repeatedly hip.
Rows and rows of specific dates,
Epitaphs of stories set by chat,
With the deceased person neat,
As the relative in the talk bat.
Birds were there, flowers budded,
Lush grass reminded me of growth,
And development was respected,
By an understanding of us both.
The liveliness of it and the lividity,
Of the greenery brought me home,
Made me sit in my opinion to share,
The views of him that did roam.
Death is not commented upon,
By death, or nothingness’s void,
By non-entity or by no feeling,
As death we don’t need to avoid.
Our living brain pertains always,
Cognitive wheels drive us to town,
Our connections by death’s reality,
Will only bring us sense, renown.
The cemetery bid me stand, feel,
Gave a megaphone for my emotions,
Death does not mean silence cold,
But active interactions and passions.
The deceased one’s pride, pleasure,
Is that you take the talking podium,
And express yourself by their death,
By your model of ‘em, plasmodium.
And death bid me welcome also,
In my right to free speech, voice,
Because it needs me paint, dictate,
The relationships of my choice.
No-one can criticise a memory,
Slate a scene between you, them,
Only fear of damning exposition,
Will see someone allege mayhem.
Categories:
pertains, brother, death, eulogy, nature,
Form:
Elegy
A wandering alien I meander in wonder
Traversing the earth, sky and the sea.
This neo-globe in quick metamorphosis
While in continual circulation
With all of her civility and merchandise
And appurtenances of modernity;
Complexity has transcend
The simplicity of an era and
‘Tis everything has become new:
The huge metallic cacophonous bird,
The neurotic box that outwit the brain
To exceed the axis and compact the universe…
But i wonder still of these invent
To calm the wave and to seal the sky
With all of the kismet of flood,
Storm, earthquake and tsunami!
The dragon had long become a myth
To reborn the surge of rocket boom.
The cackling metal stick inbuilt with death
And the miniature ‘tom to turn the city into ash.
I see a gigantic whale propelled within stomach,
Slosh through surface and beneath the ocean
Thwarting the tumbling wave and serenity below.
There is the polished Everest Mountain to live,
The worker model reacting to button;
The fast metal snake reacting to charge
And the transplantation of Organs….
Man has create a world of wonder
And still I meander for essence and repose!
Great wit and profound ingenuity
Have now surpassed the strength to till
And eyes set on screen and pages
Have undermined the Wisdom of Solomon….
But what pertains to the invent of contentment
With anxiety, frustration and desperation?
Merchants have dawn the mint for barter
And the opportune capitalist is fortunate
With all the communal fortune and as
Titles and honours have excused a name
While prevail the awful distress about
Destitution, sickness, hunger and death
And corruption….? These conundrums…
Still a wanderer, I meander in wonder!
Categories:
pertains, city, creation, fantasy, life,
Form:
Free verse
There seem to be many, but never are there plenty. In the begining was the word and
that he became life from the same (?) that has no ending. If there are feeling's you would
like to express at this very moment, what would that word be ? Would that word be enough
to immentily self-expose you are me. "If for no other reason", you and only you, must de-
cide when you have reach the thressinghold of being "tired of being sick and tire", and for-
ever and ever when you have reach that plattoe do you seek out the word that truly will give
meaning to that interest of desire.
"If for no other reason", do we all realize that the world owe's you nothing. The blight of man
kind itself is that it has obliviated the courtship of "Trust" and looking in your rearview mirror
as you drive from one episode to the next, another question needs some answer's. Can the
word that became life, would trust be able to lift you (me) from the sidewalk to the "good
season". O'You, Can you see your Breakthrough. You know never are there plenty but there
do seem to be many, people that has grown tire beyond just being (?) and now "If for no
other reason", you cann't allow your breakthrough to come to (?) then the season of spring-
summer and or fall, will never return to lift you away from being You. And blessing goes on
and you will be stuck amoung the abusers forsakening the mystery of why you're so (?)..
How do you really feel, "feel about life right now". Really, yes in the beginning was the
word and now I know you have heard, that be became life and you and I are heir's on that
(?) and I myself do not know why you feel the way you do. Why in Afghanistan is there to
come a day when peace describe the word of today and hope pertains an idea for tomorrow.
How do you (?) today. Are you mad enough to kill, are you slouthful in all due season inso
enough you steal.
There seem to be many, there very-well maybe people that shall not keep it real. Send
our boy's home Mr. President, within the power of your might. If for no other reason, just
because all the people are beyond their thresshold with no place to go but up, it is what shall
hide our pain - when your breakthrough is known as (?). "If for no other reason", I feel
today, is my "Season".
Categories:
pertains, caregiving, depression, devotion, historylife,
Form:
Prose Poetry
There was a waitress named Sonya,
That the bosses were really quite fonda,
But whenever she sneezed,
The customers weren't pleased,
Cause she''d always spill coffee on ya.
One such customer's name was Gill,
He'd just about had his fill,
When she returned with the urn,
He claimed he was burned,
And refused to pay his bill.
Now Gill's wife's name was Sue Beck
And she started giving him heck,
She thought Gill a poop,
And she gave him the boot,
So the boss up and paid her check.
So Sue Beck was happy as was the boss,
But Gill was burnt with integrity lost,
So he went back home and picked a bone,
And that's when his bags were tossed.
Now the moral of this story is scary,
and pertains to any Tom, Gill or Harry,
If you burn your torso, just go with the flow,
and be wary of the woman you marry!
Categories:
pertains, funnyintegrity,
Form:
Limerick
Two of the kind is never the same.
Similarities this pertains.
Applicable to that, which connects cousins, both females.
Generations palpable.
The one name Rose is the older cousin.
A throne she feels in her side when the younger cousin became part of her life.
A relationship grew.
She babysat Rose’s children.
The younger cousin’s friend lied.
Therefore, she became a thorn in Rose’s side.
The thorn's worth is insight.
Rose and her cousin lost like.
They did not speak for quite a while.
Today the lie is still a lie.
Every Rose has its thorn is the theme of this poem with morale formed.
Why confront a lie when you have not told one?
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Penned on March 19, 2014!
Categories:
pertains, anger, character, environment, girlfriend,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
In a world of decayed morals
Where change happens in a blink
Choices are based on greed and sex
Soulmates are all but extinct
To say that people are joined at the hip
It's only a temporary thing
In these, "me first" times of self gratification
One simply just takes off their ring
Call yourself a hopeless romantic
But not when it comes to love
Soulmate is merely playing semantics
And only pertains to doves
Categories:
pertains, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Blackbird sitting in the dead ash tree;
He's the only blackbird I can see.
Stare,
Blackbird, I will stare;
Something about you pertains to me.
The brightest spring I've ever seen:
Blossoms white as milk, or cream.
I never thought the grass, I'd miss;
Now, I gaze upon the emerald bliss.
Sheltered by the bluebird sky,
What should chance
To catch my eye?
A lonely blackbird, calm and still;
I watch him from my windowsill.
Birds of a feather flock together?
Not this one, not this bird
With a different song that needs
To be heard.
One blackbird
In the dead tree,
Alone,
He's the most free.
Perched tall on limb so tranquil, proud,
I draw him out
From feathered crowd.
When I wake, I hear his voice;
Lonely blackbird makes his choice.
Uniqueness
Holding my respect,
I wonder of his intellect.
Of all the things he thinks he knows,
Stern isolation
Is what shows.
If every bird doth hatch the same,
For another who's to blame?
All blackbirds sing among the green,
But one stands tall
In branches lean.
I watch this bird alone
For hours,
Pond'ring segregation powers.
Some say laws dictate behavior,
Yet I prefer to call
On nature.
Categories:
pertains, nature, seasons, visionary, bird,
Form:
Free verse