Best Phases Poems


Premium Member Phases

the night as black as a newly broken heart

      increasingly 
         the crescent of a single sly smile
             outshone the vast stellar firmament 
                an enigmatic, ephemeral shooting star
 
                    subsequently
                      with a twinkle twinkle in her eyes
                       counting down to our jovial Jupiter joyride
                        waxing poetic on a comet's cosmic course
                        
                             and
                          life  was
                             Full

                         inevitably 
                        eclipsed by a brighter constellation
                       diminishing her gorgeous gibbous glow
                     our penumbra luminosity reached its nadir

                 ultimately 
              her heavenly smile inverted
           my waning orb fell from her orbit
       i splashed down in a cold, lonesome ocean

the night as black as a newly broken heart


Written 14 Aug 2022
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Phases of Grief

THE PHASES OF GRIEF
bereavement pain physical
spiritual and philosophical 

SHOCK & DENIAL
can’t find relief
overwhelming numbed disbelief

PAIN & GUILT
unbearable preemptive suffering 
remorseful chaos excruciating

ANGER & BARGAINING
growing bitter frustration 
time rewinding negotiation

DEPRESSION & REFLECTION
grieving bitter loneliness
memories filling emptiness

THE UPWARD TURN
adjusting calmer living
affliction less unforgiving

RECONSTRUCTION & WORKING THROUGH
willingness to survive
becoming functionally alive

ACCEPTANCE & HOPE
handling new reality
reinventing integral repartee



AP: 2nd place 2025, 2nd place 2025

Submitted on October 8, 2018 for contest SIX-WORD COUPLET SERIES ENCORE sponsored by MARK TONEY  -  RANKED 1ST

Old Mirror and Her Lil Girl

She is silent & she plays
Mostly she has books before her face 
She rarely come to me 
& ran away as fast as she could 
I know her since her childhood 
She is my Lil girl 
& I'm an old mirror of her room 

One day she came to me 
Having beautiful smile 
& gleaming eyes
Singing romantic songs & flying 
As if she isn't watching mirror 
Like she is playing lead role in her favorite fairy tale
I felt her crazy & myself amazed 
'cause I realized 
My Lil girl who is actually shy 
Fall in love with a guy 

One day she came to me 
With wetty eyes, throat filled 
Uninterested in everything 
Ist time focusing her face & thinking 
As if she isn't watching a mirror 
Like she is a cop beating herself, arresting someoneelse 
I felt sad & she was depressed 
Then I realized 
My Lil girl, so lovely 
Failed & Fooled in love, badly 

One day she came to me 
Pushed her eyebrows up 
Brought leader's smile on her face 
One hand up & delicately waved 
As if she isn't watching a mirror 
Like she is addressing the whole world through me
I felt proud, she looks great 
& finally I realized 
My Lil girl unknowingly 
Just growing up slowly... &...slowly


Phases of Life

As small children we are wide eyed and innocent,
toddle after Mommy like baby elephants,
go to school to learn with our writing implement,
our parents hoping that we don't act indolent,

As teens upon graduation were confident,
some acting wild while others are reticent,
finding our jobs and falling in love relevant,
some marry while others act more dissident,

When we get old hopefully were still intimate,
thinking back on our lives with heartfelt sentiment,
being nice with people till death is imminent,
eulogy at funeral will be evidence.




1-11-17

The Phases Of Great Works

Great works are like
Fossilized trees
Petrified by time
And turned into stone.

Great works are testament
Of hard work, perseverance
And made up of precious materials
That goes beyond generations.

Great works are history
Of life, progress and conflicts
Never run out of legendary stories
That carve a name in the epoch of time.

Premium Member Phases

(Pen in hand, the work will follow -- 
writers’ nature deplores a hollow)

I’ve seen the moon
in many phases
a wonder to behold

with telescope
sought clearer to define
only so much revealed
by the human eye unaided

the blinkered heart 
having even less options -- 
senses themselves
Creation’s greatest mystery
what determines a life
the mortal language of feelings
very private till on vivid display

the craters of the moon so much like
love, even in light a pocks of shadows
at its elusive edges – strange what
we gaze upon in our abstract nights 

wondering if you occasionally recall me
if you yet have visions of me and notion
to wonder what may have been missed
in transience?


Premium Member Phases of the Moon

The scent of Eagles
Shortly after hate-filled
Cantations
Drive you vertically insane

Nearly touching utopia
Engulfed in flames
Your editor suggested options

Including uncovering cemetery
Ashtrays enrobed in trace-water
Marble

Unforgiving
Even joyful        I concede

Your mouth dripping fresh-picked
Strawberries

While antediluvian rainbows
March towards certain death
Or nirvana
You
Said

As phases of the
Moon
Dictate


6/20/15
© james marshall goff

Phases,Faces and Paces of Life

Life is in many phases, 
Daily,as we meet new faces,
 Lets think through our paces,

Premium Member Watery Phases

Look high to the hills to see peaks of icy water laden tops
Water is flowing downwards into winding streams
The permeation of ponds, lakes, rivers and the mighty seas
Thus a supply-chain like feed supplying all watery needs

The Sun's fierce heat induces water evaporation
A dark daunting nimbostratus starts hovering
A mystical misty moist cloud of condensation
that produces many rain droplets pouring
White-water overflows in steep canyon gorges

Grapes, figs and dates in the fields are made ripened
Flowers flourish and many fruits can be eaten
Water is flowing resolutely and continually,
into the great ocean's mouth

Sun's incandescence purifies water:
Water vapors are making an upward ascension
to clouds of cumulus, cirrocumulus and cirrus
These are white fluffy aeronautical rain vehicles

The waters again start descending:
To form again white snowy watery capped ice tops
This upon many mountains zenith spots

This a perpetual, continuous, isochronism
of the Life supporting cycle:
Ice, Liquid and Vapor
All making an ever vibrant and repeated musical
crescendo, nature's "Watery Phases"

Pain's Phases

I am my own hero
Life is not a zero!

Still thinking it as weird?
I'm over what I feared!

Think I passed the worst 
Was high school cursed?

Get past the pain
Grow a new brain!

Premium Member Try Just One More Time

Life is a journey 
It is not a hundred meter dash
It is a marathon of curves and twists
That unfolds in stages

Every phase serves a purpose 
In the university of life
No matter how brilliant you are
You cannot be given double promotion 
You must undergo and pass every course
For every course is for a purpose

As you ride through life stop-overs
Refuse to be stuck at red lights of life
Keep your eyes on the ultimate price
Be focused and resilient 
Persist and  become winners
Quitters can only lose
Keep your hands fasten on the plough
Let go only when you try just  one more time!

Of Face and Phases

People change.
The beggars randomly scorn the commoners
When refused a beg,
And solemnly retreat to their
Dejected lives, waiting for another expedition..
The obnoxious fact that 
Men control their fates,
And women control their mates,
All are portentous assumptions 
To relieve the baffled human soul
From another.

We wish there were trees 
Huge enough to shadow over our sins,
Then perhaps, a certain recluse 
Cant be blamed,
Unless found detained to a bark.
When friends are supposed to be friends
And enemies the same,
There is no difference:
As the setting sun puts out the light of the world
Technology blooms, like a goblin
We seem to be lost in neon lights,
Smoke, drugs, parties....panties
That is the rarity itself.
The odd mother unable to feed her children,
The kittens dying under the shade
The grandmas and grandpas living like a ghost, alone, for days

The sun comes up again,
Feeling bright and bringing a 'new day'.
Nothing changes
The face, maybe, not the phases.
© Iman Roy  Create an image from this poem.

Life In Colored Phases

Life is a phase
Full of energy like my son's crayon
It open up in pages
Flipping through in no rhythm of colors
Our dreams are often in cage
Strings and tunes are in block colors
Yesterday paces up in phases
With a lot of good memory in black
Today is like a snail with no pace 
Hoping that this present peace will still be white
Tomorrow soars to the heaven in a chase
Life is then fine-tuned to a shade of colors
Just like a detective writer Hadley Chase
With a dance of colorless tune in sight
We have made for our generations a good case
Our dream is a like green with no fertility
Sometimes like rotten food, it get decayed
Yet we smile with our faces red in anger
Holding the future rainbow with the mace

Alayande Stephen T.
9.28pm
06/10/2016

When You Know

When your boss calls you aside and asks
why you are smiling all the time
on the salary he gives you,
you know
he suspects you of raiding the till.

When for three or more times
your girlfriend cannot keep a date
because she’s  so busy,
you know
you’re about to be dumped.

When your six-year-old granddaughter
greets you with the question:
‘Where’s your credit card?’
you know
your place in the family hierarchy.

When your family doctor
allows you to smoke and drink
to your heart’s content,
you know
it’s time to make your will.

When you are reading the obituary column
and you happen to notice
that you are included in it,
you know
that you failed to attend your own funeral.

Phases

Phases

 rainstorm, thunderbolt
in the desert
umbrella promise to protect us betrayed
a flash flood washed away our treasury empty – 
into capital banks of self, less of -ish democrats.

lost, disillusioned
in the forest
broom’s vow to clean up and lead us to paradise
turned messy and blood gullies trail
the paths of the delusive retro-, I mean pro- gressives.

anxious, desperate
we must awake, wait for the second or first coming
of either the rhetorician or the labourer!

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