Best Poetically Poems
© Arthur Vaso 2014
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Notes: This poem was formally called “Winter Blizzard” I just posted it with a new title. If you know of what I am referring, then 2 more must I do
More Notes: This poem is for sale for 2 million dollars, however I will give any major Museum at 10% discount.
Her beauty draped, a silhouette divine,
The most beautiful woman, her grace defined.
Eyes like constellations, deep and profound,
Wisdom their gaze, a universe found.
Golden tresses cascade, a waterfall of light,
Soft as whispers, in the moonlit night.
Her skin, a canvas, where stories are told,
A tapestry of warmth, in hues untold.
A symphony of laughter, a melody sweet,
Intellect sparkles, in every thought she greets.
Her words, like poetry, dance in the air,
A reflection of brilliance, beyond compare.
Graceful as a swan, she moves with ease,
A dance of intellect, a gentle breeze.
Her smile, a sunrise, breaking the dawn,
In her presence, a symphony of sound.
The most beautiful woman, a blend so rare,
Physical allure, and intellect, so rare.
In her existence, a masterpiece is spun,
For she is the art, the moon and the sun,
Aunt Shirle Moore .
E-xcellent
L-ines
L-et
I-nspired
S-cribe
P-oetically
A-maze
R-eaders
K-eenly
E-mploying
R-ighteous
B-irthday
U-nder
T-he
L-itterateur's
E-xceptional
R-egards
Topic: Birthday of poet Ellis Parker Butler (December 05)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Words
verbs
aimless
adjectives
amalgams of verse
unshaped until
imagination's birth
bursts
fly free
on unfettered wings
blown to
&fro
to settle
long
forgotten dreams
as words floating
as petals
on a stream
a fragrance that lingers
a passage of light
inspiration
delineated
as
a thought
ribbon
originality
conceived perceived
crystallised
in relief
to dwell in physical form
neglects our inner being
to breathe in essence of self
never owned by anyone
the drabbest of birds
sings a lullaby of hope
whereas the ostentatious
will try to drown out the truth
as hope is the last to die
its song
will be there for all
who wish to hear it
hope perches in the soul
folding its wings
around our fluttering hearts
Inspired by: ‘“Hope” is the thing with feathers’, by Emily Dickinson
imagery,
vistas,
portals
of vision,
a vibrant
panorama:
pathways
to the poetic
to explore
to expose
words..
to
devise:
to
distill
thoughts
never
yet spoken
Cascading through my mind
deluge of dreams
floods of fantasy
rivers of reverie
torrents of thoughts
vapours of visions
waterfalls of words
In folios of verse
Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION
Poetry
Inspired, rhythmic
Writing, measuring, rhyming
Sonnets, quaterns, melodies, songs
Composing, practicing, singing
Inspired, rhythmic
Music
POETICALLY MIME
The vast ash-leaden clouds are in tears again...
The soggy tears like boxing fists - casting bruise
and blues below. Unlike yesterday where they
mirror gentle caress to branchlets and blossoms
smiling in gratitude as they are showered free,
the dust and dirt slithered to them were cleansed
swept by the warm - cold kisses of heaven's cry.
Condescending, blooming sunnier hues of greens,
standing poised and aplomb amidst, respiring anew!
Rainy days chant tunes of melancholy at times
particularly to those who are lost. Alone. Afar.
However, it has to happen for it is nature's rhyme.
Let it be as heaven's cry a bosom of poetic mime.
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POEM CONTEST: 265 REVISED to any form ANY THEME max of 20 lines
***9th Place***
SPONSORED by: Brian Strand
Written January 21, 2017 @ 23:18 PM
If I could sell away some baggage
Tears and fears would be first to list
My hubbies lackadaisacal attitude
My sore joints and perfectionist tendencies
My son's messiness and lack of sage
Clutter and papers need not exist
Inheritance clutter has in'eptitude
Weighing heavy on my thoughts
For the contest by SKAT
9/6/12
Well said, my poetically challenged friend...
Your insight is deep and telling of your sage,
Even if I can not understand your poetic wage,
Tell us more of your triumphs and travels,
And don't leave out the blotter and gavels,
For it is your frailty which entices,
The calling of the soul,
And unlocking of the mind...
For when we read of your glorious battle,
And become the fodder of which you prattle,
Remember that these are the days,
We relished the great dreams you gave,
Soon you will be left to your own devices,
Karma so apropos,
Balancing over time...
Then with great pride I will be able to say,
That I once met a poet untamed,
A free verse poet like you who has belched,
With nonconforming musings, true and heartfelt,
Oh what great cost the poets price is,
Always watching yet always alone,
All to capture truth sublime,
Again well said, my poetically challenged friend!
Case in point comprises emotional state of euphoria
would deafeningly, definitely, deliciously get
frenziedly expelled from stadium. Roe ting for
“our boys” packing every last seat in the bleachers
all manner of humankind would (during lulls)
Instagram, Kindle, Messenger, Outlook, Quicken,
Snapchat, Twitter. Santander, Verizon,Wells Fargo
might be sponsors for major competitive challenge.
Zero tolerance imposes winning at all costs versus
grievous miserable rapacious violent yawping
linkedin loss outcome of sporting events. Under
stand able home team owns an advantage (true
for rival players on their turf) predicated on avid
loyal fans boosting morale from family members,
friends, neighbors, et cetera. The ear splitting
roaring cheering hoopla emanating from spectators
(housed in relatively close proximity to handsomely
paid putting Pontius Pilate and bad ass Brutus brutes
rolled into one mean human fighting machine.
This previous comment meant as an honorable
kickstarter, hyperbolic endearment. My humblest apology
if said statement misinterpreted as a NON off fence sieve
strong moderate slight against any creed, race, religion,
et cetera. I merely sought an analogously effective
impact asper these hypothetical Popeye muscle
bulging arms length professional athletes plush residences
lodged in general metropolitan area to rubber baby
buggy bumper screaming banshee spectators. A
winning score affiliated with bruising, cutthroat,
dynamo...fierce-some giant, heaving, indomitably
jinxed, “killer” macho no nonsense, outlandish packed
quintessentially robust searing troopers translates
into utter screaming, quaking outrageous merciless
krazy individuals generating ecstatic cacophony
She's the closer in her
own intangible talent,
came upon an absurd
assumption she
might be a poet, merely
discernible as conveyed
ill-drifting imagination
betwixt dispersed antagonism
and magniloquent coercion,
her mediocre existence aced cliché
vanquished 'neath forewarning
zephyrs amidst wildflowers on fire
& half-forgotten frothy seascapes,
furthermost poetically fated delusions
what some call insane, i call mental creativity
while some stay normal, i chose to plead insanity
to be normal is confinement of the mind
to be insane is true freedom of the mind
my insanity can be shown in many ways
by various actions or words on a page
my words alone can show you mental freedom
as i let u into my mind, the real insane asylum
my creativity goes beyond human sight
my words cut deeper than a thief in the night
my poetry leaves people sick in the brain
so most would call me poetically insane