Best Pomp Poems
Often, people think themselves as objects
like remodeled decor hyped for exhibition...
they wear glittered masks and live
in the affirmation of others through false pride,
consumed by society's materialistic demands.
I notice pretentious vogue glossed with aging skin :
and when compelled to be like them—
ballroom furniture and power- hungry clowns--
I awaken my inner child, lithesome and more excited at
star-gazing than imitating worldly, rusted pomp.
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Ir0nic ZiNk 's What Is Society Contest
9/28/2016
Categories:
pomp, society,
Form:
Free verse
Dark clouds overhead
wind whipping the summer green...
thunderstorm arrives.
Categories:
pomp, nature,
Form:
Haiku
right left right left right
shades of grey with heads held high
pigeons on parade
Categories:
pomp, funny, nature
Form:
Haiku
You are my guru my confidant my long lost friend
come to me now before you’re put to an end - Silence
You are an out law invaded upon by every conceivable means
marked for smuggling in peace and quiet behind the scenes - Silence
You are removing blinders and showing clearly the light of day
a safe stealth vessel keeping the propaganda pigs at bay - Silence
You are an imagined allegoric can opener exposing my soul
slicing through the polluted facade of my Tin Man role – Silence
Categories:
pomp, visionary
Form:
Couplet
Happy Earth Day, PS...
How the majestic spectacle of Nature is revealed
At the end of a dull and gloomy day
When the bullying, storm-foreboding clouds give way
And allow the struggling, setting sun to gild, and flush,
And glorify this tiny expanse of rocks and shrubbery
With an awesome pomp and circumstance of color,
And cast a mesmerizing spell that holds the eye,
And caresses and stirs the spirit like martial music.
Categories:
pomp, earth day,
Form:
Free verse
The British royal family is front and center this weekend. How unusual is that?
The empire may be gone, but it’s time to recall its ghost, dust it off and invoke the ancient spell of monarchy.
A coronation, The original dog & pony show - God’s kingly sinecure. I can’t even remember the last one.
You have to know who your great, great, great, grandfather was to be nobility-class smug or to don those getups, with medals that would have made Caesar blush and Attila laugh.
The cast is familiar, if somewhat balding, The too-old king, his - whatever -wife.
I can’t help mourning Diana. Accident, treachery or karma, grown men cried at her passing, Shakespeare’s darkened heavens blazed in sorrow and, eventually, even the gray queen bowed her head.
There’s no more honor, in 2023, and if there’s any glory, its light has grown as dim as the glitter of gold.
The fact that the royals are better than us, is axiomatic. Not morally superior, of course. That’s the Pope’s job. The royals are like Britain’s Mickey Mouse, and any civilized man, who’d strike at that, would have to be a fool.
Categories:
pomp, england, family, history, humor,
Form:
Free verse
A chapter ends in cap and gown. What lies ahead? Turn the page and write.
Categories:
pomp, graduation, growing up,
Form:
Monoku
I shall not envy the upstart's polished gait,
Or wish myself as old knights in diamonds
Hued to bamboozle familiar souls and eye,
Flattered by aping pals and ersatz blondes.
For swanky gait soon in quiet slumbers lies
In darkest gloom beyond men's urging eyes;
Where kowtowing lip trills no ego-oiling tune
To laud vain legs that all wise sense impugn.
Since old knights and their fabled crystals fall
Into gloomy abysms past all plagiarized cheer,
And their wide glows sheer shifting dreams be;
Which deft poet thereon docks his sailing soul?
As for manipulable eyes and souls of fan-stars,
And idol blondes cued to flatter clumsy knights;
Are not both simple wit and truth strictly averse
To all such visionless ego-trip and short-sights?
Give upstart parvenus and 'knights' whole pomp,
I'll claim the simple logic they so mulishly tromp!
Categories:
pomp, abuse, allegory, allusion, discrimination,
Form:
Didactic
Queen Elizabeth II is dead
The whole world seems to be wailing, mourning
All day and night long, from early morning
To very late of the dead
Of the night. The Queen’s pictures
Are everywhere. Different features
Of the deceased Queen are on
All the channels. Once upon
A time, there was a Queen
Who lasted seventy years reigning
Over many countries in the Caribbean
In Africa and elsewhere. Many are mourning
And the others don’t seem to care
‘Cause people die every second of the hour. Is it fair
That we see so much pomp and grandeur
In this day and age, when so many live in horror
Hunger, poverty and insecurity? Yet, we tend to forget
About the Queen of our hearts: Our Dear Mother
That we take for granted and love with all our heart
Love our Mom, because she’s the true Mother Nature
Spread love, spread the seeds of affection to all Women
On the planet. And remember that Mom is our real Queen.
Copyright © September 19, 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Categories:
pomp, death, england, funeral, loss,
Form:
Rhyme
The gates open as a large crowd starts rushing in
A day of pomp and pageantry is about to begin
It is the first Saturday in May at Churchill Downs home of the Kentucky Derby
Top 3-year-olds from around the world circle the track in a frenzied hurry
The jockeys with their colorful outfits mount their horses
In just a few moments they will chart their course
The crowd is a sea of black and white colors with ladies wearing exquisite hats
Mint Juleps flow freely amongst the crowd as the patrons raise their glasses
A tribute to horses and jockeys 160 thousands people join in to sing My Old Kentucky Home
In a few minutes, the race will be run and the winner will be known
The horses are released from the starting gate the wait is over the race has begun
In the end, the horse I bet on comes out on top making the race that much more fun
Categories:
pomp, horse, people,
Form:
Rhyme
No pomp we have enough pomps
No ceremony
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different shades of profanity
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just to annoy the vicinity
wHATS THISall about
trust me even i have
doubts
any body seen a sanity
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Categories:
pomp, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
I remember the grand parades
Memorial and Independence Day
All their pomp and pageantry
Many faded jeans ago, so far away
Our boys in uniform we'd be saluting
For the good ole USA we'd be rooting
Now it's political rancor at barbeques
~ From either end we're tooting
Categories:
pomp, celebration, change, holiday, today,
Form:
Rhyme
Lust, longing and greed
Through frenzy, craze and rage
Damage, destruction and depletion
The hallmark of emerging culture
Nature’s blood thirsty hawks
Out in the open, unchecked
Consuming all, preserving none
Mindless and moronic swarms
Voracious, hungry and mad
Making earth barren and bare
With fires, famines and floods
Digging graves of the unborn
Perpetuating thirst and hunger
Sworn enemies of the planet
Mantras, shouts and slogans,
Alarms, concerns, pretensions
Catchy crowds of activists
Yield nothing but display
A routine and repetitive affair
A pastime for politicians
Events of pomp and show
What to do, where to go
Darkness al around
Virtuous and conscientious
The enlightened souls
Among human creatures
Have saved the world in the past
Let us pray for their resurgence
Categories:
pomp, environment,
Form:
Free verse
lily of the valley
divine cluster of bells
charisma on a stem
its perfume awakens nature
and announces spring's
long awaited homecoming
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Categories:
pomp, flower, spring,
Form:
Free verse
BELOVED MIGHT YOU MARRY ME
THAT WE SHALL SPEND OUR DAYS
AS HUSBAND AND WIFE
MAKE ME PERFECT WITH SAYING
I WILL
THAT THIS PROMISE
MIGHT KEEP US TOGETHER
IN THE UNION OF LOVE
AND THIS HAPPINESS
SHALL LAST THRU OUT OUR DAYS
TAKE MY HAND THAT
YOU LOVE ME
HONOR ME WITH ALLOWANCES
TO CREATE
THAT YOU SHALL HAVE MY CHILD
AND THESE SHALL BE THE DAYS
THAT WE CREATE OUR TOMMORROWS
Categories:
pomp, love,
Form:
Ballad