Best Portray Poems
Your thoughts go a long way in determining your future
Positive thinking will allow you to portray your life in a way that only you can picture
Negativity creates a journey to unhappiness along the way
Banish those thoughts and your life will flourish I have to say
We can all become the person that we dream of being
Decide who you are in your mind, then put it out there for the world to see
Form a picture of the life you wish to create, then follow through
Visualization is a tool you must use to become the ideal you
Even while sleeping your dreams can help you to see what you can become
To be successful with anything you want to achieve, you must make it fun
First and foremost you must believe in yourself for any chance of success
Show that you are confident and try to manage your stress
We all have a lot to offer to make this world a better place
When you truly figure out who you are inside, let it out for society to embrace
Why is it when you go out of your way
To help someone brighten their day
Or solve a problem that has things in disarray
They want to play you as if to say
You owe them in some superficial way
Putting on some kind of poor me display
Overshadowing the kindness you portray
Some are not able to see the good deed
That some people give so freely
They do it because they are able to see
What a difference this would be
For them to help make your day stay in play
Some people lack the ability to foresee
People go out of their way, not for praise
Or to be a standout who wants you to obey
Not to create a cushion for some far off distant day
We do it because we care
When we see someone in dispare
Or life seems to be unfair
When someone is down on their luck
Because everything has run a muck
Feeling like lightning has struck
Then being able to help someone become unstuck
It's just good karma that is our choice to send their way
It doesn't require money
Or a promise you will make it right someday
It simply requires a sincere thank you
A genuine reply without asking why
Understanding that everyone
Has not just left you standing
When your day became way to demanding
Knowing someone went out of their way
To keep your day underway
It's not how we repay the kindness
But rather how we display
All the goodwill that came into play
To help make it through your day
When the sun has not yet reached its zenith,
this man I know
prefers to show the world he sees
depicting it when trees first don
their leafy garments.
He dips his brush into viridescent hues.
Strokes of emerald play upon his canvas
as the world waking up from dreariness
he lovingly and graciously portrays.
Gemstone dots of peridot and shades of jade
dance across his canvas,
bringing life to pastoral scenes of
landscapes of farmland
and of meadows.
Oh, what joy he takes in creating scenes
of life when it's again reborn.
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p o r t r a y s
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In Just a Few Words 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
July 13, 2021
If I should paint a day in May,
it must portray a distant time.
Young girl in sunlit garden's way,
her long skirt falls in folds sublime.
Her basket has been over-filled--
lilacs, roses, lavender rest
among blooms so secretly spilled
upon a day in May so blest.
May 5, 2022
for A Lay for a Day in May poetry contest
by Andrea Dietrich
howmanysyllables.com
Second Place!
I could pen a thousand lines or maybe more
Solely to esteem the majestic skies
One million more, merely
To tell the tales about thine eyes
Upon every verse and hereafter
Thy beauty shall ever spring to life
Each word, a heart surrogating
As passions pulse ignites
Then, each in breath recital
In what ne're thoughts can entitle
Aught all of thy love of all days these
And still poetry shan’t near, to ever begin, to portray thee
Charcoal gray clouds cover the sun
Could be raindrops today
Snuzzle in a warm sweater
Energy a change in weather's ray
A dampness laps at my notebook
Surrounds my rocking chair
Swirls of cool envelope the porch
Draping fall's presence there
Will it rain or soon pass on by
We need the rain I say
However the weather reveals itself
Delight in season portray
This lovely fruit that clings to tree:
it beckons shyly, just to me.
Not an apple to pick, alas;
nor a fine pear--I almost pass.
But then a perfume fills the air,
almost too sweet for one to bear.
And so I pick this lovely fruit
and give to one in my pursuit.
She thought it beautiful, at first.
I wasn't ready for the worst.
The face she made was new to me,
her screaming fraught with witchery!
She threw the beastly thing at me,
and ran away: I watched her flee.
What smells so sweet but tastes so sour?
That, I now know, is lemon's power.
What a faux pas I had just made.
But it unmasked a grand charade.
As lemon and the girl portrayed
that which lies within and not displayed.
You are like that of the morning dew that freshens a spring time air.
Like that of a red rose to which blooms a fragrance of elegance.
Your spirit soars through my soul like a lone wolf on hunt.
Like that of the heavens I shine.
Shine with a smile three rivers wide.
That I have found one of heavens best.
All wraaped and made of the finest silks.
Her curves stretching from here to yonder.
As my heart, you have captured with kindness.
But alone, you are the finest.
I hope for many good times and loving you forever.
That each day will only bring us closer.
And one day, I will know thou kiss from thee.
That I may experience first hand, your beauty of love for thee.
Simply to put text that we cannot cover anything complex
There was a simplified version of every object-- an annex
The loss of everything to put it understandable; loosing context
Was like cutting all of the trees just to portray land like Lorax
Though, where we put things behind the bars is just the manifesto
Everything could be described out and reasoned with a memo
I was warned by Spinoza, that not everything fits out and can be a reductio
So, would a man be reasoning out of everything killing complexity would be a maestro
A virtuoso indeed, to be smart that it leaps every precautionary never stumbled
Wish I was that man to hide complexity, to assign simplicity-- oversimplified
But, I would lose the essence of dopamine in searching question categorized
As I would never understand if short text means something to unconcealed
Infinatessimally scarsely realizable' the striving; reaching to describe that which is dawning. From infinitys sublime, in realitys
Alter. Or on? Or is it all in the mind? In the broadest sense of all reaches, how best can we?
Portray the pure attributes of true poetry
Divine'
Evan, Devin.
Even Stephen,
ADD+ Slevin...
Griffin dwarf...
Always falling even more short,
Sharded but started another morph,
DEAD
DAD
SAD
GLAD
MAD
MADD
BAD
FAD
LAD
ADDY
NADDY
DADDY
SPORATIC
SARCASTIC
PLASTIC
SASSY
LASSIE
LASSO
CASSEROLE
DINNER ROLLS
MOUNTAINS VERSUS MOLES
JUST DOING WHAT WE WERE TOLD TO DO
NOT THE BEST “ONE SHOE...”