Best Poetical Poems
When we as poetical artists
don't know what's coming next
there must be extra effort found
with craft and skill to make the mix
Although it's painful at the time
perseverance is the required key
to battle through the agony
till the breakthrough come you'll see
Hard work is not enough alone
you need your ability to shine
but the two ingredients combined
will produce effect like a good wine
So even in our dry spells
never lose the needed focus
remember your efforts of the past
the seed will come like the crocus
Keep the ink flowing
always and evermore
never mind the blots
lift yourself up and soar
I just want poetry
that will keep
my eyes open
my lips moving
Brain thinking
heart pounding
fist clinching
memories reminding
Patriot sounding
peace resounding
mentioning propounding and
love abounding
Sailing silently on the USS Poetical Mystery.
In a craft, where I joyfully create my own poetry.
The waves beating against the shiny, wooden bow,
Are gentle soundscapes to me now!
That scent of the sea, oh, how it inspires me!
To become a better poet, which I hoped to be.
To pen inspirational poetry,to not fret madly over what to write.
But to actually see my poem, gleaming on the shore in bright sunlight!
The magic of both sea and aquamarine quill.
Humbles this poet's soul and quiets my stormy will.
There's something magically mystical here.
I stand, see the beauteous waves, and in gratitude, shed a tear!
4/4/2021
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Come; come along with the true self
Enter into the kingdom of insightful love
Dig out the hidden sepultchre of inside
Take smell the wise coal of burned heart
Absorb; cultivate all in the silent veins
Let it sprout as like the stream of poetic ink
Meditate on it and write to spread the scent
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
08/12/2022
I am not political,
I am poetical,
as the first is a sham and the latter,
a sincere "I am."
The indelible, inspirational
lAid out hidden written inkling
wiThin a poem.
rooTs fertilized with the miracle grow, of the infrared info, view the verses of a valentine.
the cOpycatting of the method of the copyrighted piece.
the awEsome revelation one begins to see.
one musT read with acrostic eyeballs popping out your eye sockets.
and enteR into the darkroom of the skull which once held the
masterY tattoeterizing mind of Edgar Allan Poe - the developer who mused me into
Tattoetry - The Poetical Tattoo.
Wasted words of Poetical Incorrectness
Words are precious commodities not traded
as their value is just too high.
Words of falsehood are a waste of words
as in time the truth will always negate the lie.
Like running the water when brushing your teeth
is a waste of precious H 2O.
Words said in abundance when there's no one listening
there is a waste there also.
Words that are used when they don't need to be said
is a squandering of valuable assets.
Like a contractor building a house
that will never be used ,lived in or possessed.
Using valuable words to ones, that are unwilling to hear
is a waste of your breath, your ink and your time
Like Jesus said when talking about his opposers
it's like "throwing pearls to the swine".
Superfluous words are a needless repetition
a use of words that is unnecessary
Repeating the same things just so they can be heard
this is a warning to the unwary.
Words that are spoken to those unable to hear
are words that fall on deaf ears
Words that are written that are never read
are wasted words falling like the poets tears
Using unkind words in a heated rage is a waste of
words as they incinerate the page
Sometime later in a calmer state those words are
regretted and usually replaced
In conclusion, my dear fellow poets who write words
of troubled sorrow and eloquence
Let's not waste our precious time, ink and talent
on those who practice poetical incorrectness.
John Derek Hamilton
February 02,2016
Poetical peace
Prowling pupil pursuits
Profound progression
~ode to learning new forms
of poetry for growth...
You're about to witness mayhem caused by the poetical beast incarnate
Stand back so you don't get sprayed by my pens cartridge
Stay if you're willing to witness beautiful murder by your favourite ugly artist
I stay up at night, thinking about how I'll succeed with my day plans
I talk for myself, I don't need a Paul Heyman
I'm focused on my next cards, while you cry about played hands
I got back up from everything that knocked me down
I won the battle even when I lost Some rounds
You just put on a brave face
I'm not letting go of my pen, so Poetry is in a safe place
I know some can't wait for the day I'm all rhymed out
Eminem said "How much damage can you do with a pen" well you're about to find out
I'll still stand if they ripped my spine out
Giving up is never an option no matter how much I'm hurt
To me this is life, to you it's just a verse
I'll die before I allow anyone to crush my words
I know some speak on me, saying he's just absurd
I'm crazy, insane and Bipolar, I've always told you that
But I'd be a fool to let it hold me back
Depression took it's best punch and I'm still standing
But it couldn't handle the punches I was handing
I studied my opponent, my victory came with planning
bragging about a battle won, is a distraction from focusing on the next battle
I'll play with 3 less tiles, and you still couldn't beat me at scrabble
I work better under pressure
I'm the poetical Brock Lesnar
P ass not this chance to share your thoughts
O f life and your place in it.
E ach work, though it be raw,
T hinks not for rules or
I s not a rhyme,
C an give us
A ll a
L ift.
P uns or Rhyme or Free Verse all fit
O ur line of words that we write
E ach to theirs as we see
T ry it once with glee
I n the words read
C an be said
A ll Good
L ove
written 10/12/15
All efforts tabled on Nigeria;
Experiencing a fortunate miscarriage,
Feasting Aso rock- a pizzeria
But never admit it is the cause of this age.
Upon the solid manifesto,
That touches all sectors:
Picturing California's Barstow,
To cajole mandates of the electors.
Finally, all promises are working...
Nigerians are glad to vote SAI BABA.
How beautiful things are shirking!
Yet, we never cease referencing YORUBA's BONOBO.
Now, pebbles tear apart the wall to a lowland.
No sands dare last all days.
Though, the wall can not withstand
The test of time come the apartness of clays.
The crevices in the wall:
Is an awaiting lost of hope;
One day, the wall will surely fall.
Just like acrobats won't last all days on tightrope.
The time is no longer right;
The poor and his rights are wrong,
For there's no one to stand by him.
Those beautiful hearts; pure and young
Have been battered and their loves' lights dim.
Buhari's reign is like what?
Revelation said it well in his whatnot
And if that be the truth,
Should we believe, lazy are all youths?
Why do we fear actions and love words?
If we never mind, our hens can fly like birds
But we keep living in reliving,
The leadership orbiting the Africa GIANT's sun outliving...
The societies expectations--
A reason millions are invested in educations.
When shall we be tired?
To relieve those supposed to have retired.
Just like the withered leaves bring
Blessings unto tree to renew its strength.
The odd flowers introduce the spring
And relinquished fortitude to breath.
The detached withered leaves
That have been laid to rest,
Can never regain life's airfoil
Than enrich the top soil.
What are meant for backups,
Ended up been the beautiful ups.
One thing unsure is the extent of our grieves,
All are mere satisfying best.
Of course, sun shall rise and shines bright on the green lushes,
Blessing nature with its radiant nutritional solar energy.
As the aiding glimmer blushes,
It shall promote unbelievable synergy.
But if nights tarry for long,
Mornings shall come with the healing birdsong...
Youths, light the nights;
Cohorts, best their rest.
Watching as the poem slips down the page all that research by no means, am I the perfect sage but to watch the poem slip down the page, to put it simpler all that research into poetic device without even a whimper
Poetical children of the world
We are the children…
Globally known
From seeds of wisdom
But never cloned
Originiquely designed individually
Expressing beautiful gifts of poetry
Kind-hearted thoughts
Linger from our minds
To our pens
Filling paper with knowledge…
We are the children…
Giving to you all of us
From deep within our skin
Every single rhyme
That’s saving our lives – “LITERALLY”
It’s our choice
To make the world a better “society”
We stand proud to “ONLY”
Give you the “best of the best poetry”
By: Aleasha Martin
Poesy is such that
It takes you to a trance..
A meditative mood-
will be thine mind, in a glance.
It could heal;
ones invisible wounds;
soothe - ones scrambled senses, and act as a guiding path in the lost woods.
It could be the radiance
the glow of a sagacious face;
or the scintillating sharp rays,
subduing the morning misty haze.
It could throw some light;
make one show; the world of wisdom.
which only few could know
only, if he wish to open his insight.
Laxman Rao