Best Positional Poems
I look inside you
I step inside then
Well, well, look what I find here
Is this place Hell
Where my steps have led me
She calls me the Devil
Well that sounds just like him
Comteplations of direct hits
Night Marches regardless
If I’m the Archer or the target
Your still a part of
The weapons aimed in my direction
Shells, Shields, Force fields
Special Forces
Black opts, Black Hawks
Solid truths in soft words
Infrared, GPS, global positional satellites
Inferred here, I’m speaking from the third person
a glutton for punishment, a fly in the ointment
there are no flies on somebody
I’m Dynamic, I’m a driving force
I’m vigorous, full of energy, poetically spoken I got a purpose
Poetic Justice
Poet Destroyer
I tell you in Latin, I’m Acinonyx jubatus
Imma Cheetah
My words travel faster than a Leopard
I ain't no follower, I ain't no lemming
A Legend lends itself to something
Legitimately speaking
“To the system, I speak into the Universe
In the light years I splash and play in”
Categories:
positional, slam, universe,
Form:
Concrete
Everyone had a unique reason for playing the Game
as we find different means for surviving Life
until the proper seconds of Death come stomping by with insistence,
some want intellectual respect shown with agitation in the opponent's eyes,
others crave the anxiety of prognostication
like gladiators uncertain of how to strike,
people commence the battle because they have something to prove
as Bobby boldly reproved the Soviets
on their asinine assumptions of superiority,
regardless, all who touch the Board want desperately
to understand the Game,
it's rituals, it's spirits,
the possibilities alive & haunting the 64 squares,
to honestly provide a homage of mind to History and to invention,
as if the nature of Chess is a dream of God's,
a subconscious engineering of grappling wants & needs,
of fears & hopes, of bravado & caution,
32 weapons arranged handsomely for the express channeling
of the Divine creative compulsion of Providence itself,
geometry made grand & gallant,
a homicide for Honor performed in the pressure of an hour,
all skilled players realise at some point
that quality brinksmanship ascends over the voice of victory
and can be reduced to the amazing beauty
of integrating logical processes with artistic allure,
misdirection a linchpin of the Master's ancient algebra,
momentum the indispensible monarch of strategy,
without It One is dictated,
mating nets, positional play, tactical moves,
a temple devoted to timeing -
J.A.B.
Categories:
positional, art,
Form:
Ode
Curriculum Vitae
I was born [so they say] in the usual way.
my mum was of the female persuasion,
[My father was not] but I can't say a lot,
for I've totally forgot the occasion.
We all lived in a box, which once held Dior frocks,
by the side of the furious M6.
Although poor, I'm no fool, and I went to a school,
so fine 'twas Approved, to learn tricks.
In class I was ace - with an angelic face
and A grades in mole-strangling and cheek.
And since starting to work, I’ve proved I’m no jerk:
why, I stuck with one job for a week!
But I’m now in my prime, and ambition’s no crime,
so I'm offering you all of my skills.
If you're female and lusty. [shan’t complain if you’re busty]
we could have multi-positional thrills.
Captin ever-optimistic Cat
Categories:
positional, humor, mum,
Form:
Imagine a life without holes.
An unstable world,a round figure of nothing.
A straight line,smells like ptomaine.
Holes are everywhere,white and black,
polychromatic,pretty and ugly.
Holes that you may fill,other you may not.
They can think,memorize,imagine.
Emotional holes,logical,positional,
in a chessboard,a second before a knight arrives.
Holes in my body,in your body,his or her,
screaming for pleasure,with or without morals.
Living there,breathe,judge the way you treat them.
A hole can kill you,can make you suffer.
They are in brains,in hearts.
In great losses.
When out of nowhere they are born,proud,
captivated eventually,died full of years.
Significant holes,in maps,in history.
They feed on hopes,feelings,aspirations,
organic,inorganic matters.
Holes reborn,only looked at us.
Naked.
Categories:
positional, art, depression, funny, health,
Form:
Free verse
In this cycle of life
Many will find each other at the wrong time
Often lust rushes but love pushes through!
There is a depth of darkest in loving
The right person at the wrong time
The pain of an incorrect moment is a pathway to understanding
Love is not only found on the plate of certainty
Loving the right person at the wrong time is
A common error in the cycle of life!
Time waits for no man
We must not subdue the moment
Because counter-positional love brings
A new degree of understanding!
Untold fears and dried-up tears
Reveal an avenue of lost words because
The moment of seeing the right person
At the wrong time is a moment of torture
But it is a moment of love!
Hearts may beat, and blood may flow
But love cannot afford to be swayed by
Loving at the wrong time!
Time waits for no man
We must not subdue the moment
Because counter-positional love brings
A new degree of understanding!
Loving the right person at the wrong time is often necessary.
In this cycle of life
Many will find each other at the wrong time
Often lust rushes but love pushes through!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Categories:
positional, life,
Form:
Free verse
My mind runs wild as my wish is addressed
Aromatic oils against my body she's blessed
Soft is her touch, heightens the desire in me
Sweet caress as she kisses me free
Aligned astride my shoulders released
Granting of sighs in surrendering feast
Erogenous zones allured in sensuous tease
Motions, her rhythm, as I sense her excite
Emitting groans of pleasure this delightful night
Manly senses ignite the fire in me
Inertial I am in positional degree
Sensuously we shadow against candlelit walls
Sharing of two as our loving enthrals
Yearnings are cried into each other we fall
Categories:
positional, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passion
Form:
Acrostic
Night of the full moon
Whale fish are most adept at swimming around in a shot glass but glass goblets are preferred by dolphins whose long dorsal fin opts for wide open rimmed spaces. Stingrays desire to be seen in the most finest crystal glasses but the flat fish is only ever seen in a tumbler. Often tumbling. And giggling with pure delight. But what of ambition from all these creatures. Would they not want to swap? Are they ever content with their locations? Omnipresent octopi often offer octagonal orifices. The vertical verb of a naughty little variegated platy can vary a variant victoriously. How rather marvellous that is isn't it?
Instinct ink can inform. But ink that is mislaid, misinformed and generally mundane is confused and confusion can offer creations canopies of catastrophic chasms. Mingle in a mangle then. Up and down the threads. Obviously a straight ironed trousers. Hemmed. Could see straight through 27 pairs of skirts in rows and point out the pin marks.
Awkward antelope answering apostle ants?How quite amazing! Well it is isn't it? And the gathering of the buds upon the washing line can hang out in all weathers. Thus ensuring an even radius of elements to dry, wet then dry again. Broad shoulders of a bean. Big bloated buffalo's beating banging bongo's. Baboon laughs and laughs and laughs and lingers on leaves no more for the beat is too amazing to place himself in such a confined positional place but heated propositions from a piglet often sway the breezes. And the backwards running tap always laughs at the dandelion in flight. Because it is very very very funny indeed!
WOW
Running ruining radii ravish radishes ridiculing realities. Such reduction in a nylon beaded glove. And gloves of a geranium are often glowing and glowering at the same time. Such a simultaneous display of floral fragrant feats.
WOW
Fiddle fathoms fish fetching forks finely.
Z at the X lauwiliwilinukunuku?oi?oi Z to X
At 46 mealworms chatting over a nice cup of tea at a garden fete to 19 cackling teapots dressed in wintry jumpers smoking.
X
Categories:
positional, allusion,
Form:
I play my position
Systematically,
Organically,
I see seconds tick away
as the structural DNA of the competition
frantically loses its matter by way of decomposition,
All living forms under a serious threat,
Environmentally and socially are very erratic emotionally,
Society is changing so fast like Clark Kent in a phone booth,
The cells of our future investments rapidly firing wildly
like the KKK trying to kill a ***** boy on an unlit night route,
There may be no return.
The nucleus of the situation needs stimulation
to continue to expand while watering its hand,
Cause the leaves may die and so goes the chlorophyll to this land,
The sun is our source of energy,
It’s a shame for the most part the inability
to develop any sort of synergy,
Leaving the constant back at step one,
Alone,
Wishing and subconsciously staring at the winning team,
The inaccuracies may seem too great for me to edit this composition,
I only wish to see change before my gradual deposition.
Categories:
positional, hope, life, social,
Form:
Free verse
Waiting For Butterflies
Waiting to go on
Waiting to get on
Waiting to get caught
Waiting for the start of a poetry reading
Waiting to get on with my life
Waiting for the stars to recognize me
Waiting for my light to shine
Waiting to move on to the next step
Waiting on the steps
Waiting on a park bench
watching life and people go by
Children running barefoot in the grass
Dog owners walking dogs and dogs walking people
People of the same sex flirting with each other in the public square
Waiting to find romance and even love again
Waiting for the next job interview
Waiting for my cell phone to just f-ing ring
Waiting for some kind of positional transformation
from rags to riches
from lonesomeness to couples playing footsie under the covers
Waiting like Godot or the second coming
Waiting to catch a butterfly
But how do you even catch a butterfly
its been said that you don't catch a butterfly
A butterfly catches you
Still waiting
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Categories:
positional, anxiety, butterfly, dream, happiness,
Form:
Haibun
Freedom,
To enjoy our wants
In pleasurable plays
Sexual taunts
Lacy wears
Scented oils
Silken ties
Sexual spoils
Tied and bound
Birthday suits
Domineering
Sexual fruits
Olympic games
Positional fonts
Undulating writhes
Sexual wants
Two birds of paradise
The Eagle and Dove
From distant lands
Sexual love
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love3.php
Categories:
positional, hope, love, nature, passion
Form:
Rhyme
Karaoke life-pantomime emo
intentions bill me I am a
humofake------my ill
allegiance to a low life
inconsequentially---defined
but altogether mesmerised to
count for the inner masses
intelli-gentzia unsurpassed
unpronounced, unguilded
and un-aforementioned assguides
drowned in altered dire straights
poised poisoned in a cerebral palsy intensity
my resident in dubious density of
thrill thoughts recounted where I am who,
what, when, where do I re-impose
myself on the viral immediate piss
prism of postal positional prowess
parsecs------human---oid?
Ill Conceived? Measured? Pasteurized? Anointed?
Ill gotten gain as gain is immediate captured in a
micro/macro/millo circumstance six unfettered in a
tubious trance me a----long lost in my toasted filled
trick trance unobliged ability to an inner acquired
incompetent hopeful happenstance of a halted point
of here we are--longing living life; I am only who I
am without regret, request, redundant; An unaltered
reincarnate recapitulates the humm drive
of our giving planet, this in turn redirects our poise to the
song of our planet; that purpose ever endeavors our pitch
to fix that Forever fever of things to come.
11319
Categories:
positional, cancer, destiny, environment, giving,
Form:
Free verse
On our virgin white bed
We lie and talk
Caress and kiss
Pleasurable thoughts
Of joy and love
Passioned pure
Erogenous zones
Wanting, sure
Positional bliss
Scented scenes
Alfresco joins
Picturesque themes
The look in our eyes
At the words we said
The look of love
As we lay on our bed
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love4.php
Categories:
positional, love, passion
Form:
Rhyme
Painfully perfect
There is a depth of darkest in loving
The right person at the wrong time!
The pain of an incorrect moment is a pathway for understanding
Love is not only found on the plate of certainty
Loving the right person at the wrong time is
A common error in the cycle of life!
Time waits for no man
We must not subdue the moment
Because counter-positional love brings
A new degree of understanding!
Untold fears and dried up tears
Reveal an avenue of lost words because
The moment of seeing the right person
At the wrong time is a moment of torture
But it is a moment of love!
Hearts may beat and blood may flow
But love cannot afford to be swayed by
Loving at the wrong time!
Time waits for no man
We must not subdue the moment
Because counter-positional love brings
A new degree of understanding!
Loving the Right Person at the Wrong Time is Painfully Perfect
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Categories:
positional, love,
Form:
Free verse
Violence unalloyed.
I want you to hear
the noise, light and blast.
Shrouded inside,
a chandelier breaks
in splinters of hymns-
all enveloping. In the positional
vertigo, you hit the nail.
I call it quits, undating
a curve, an arch.
Incubation.
It was incomplete. They will parade
the victim naked, because she was
raped. Why did she let loose
the testosterones ?
Walking ferns and
wish bone.
The inmate wants nothing.
She has come to stay in dark
till the sun unrises.
Satish Verma
Categories:
positional, art,
Form:
ABC
In sultry sit
Her face veiled
Positional pout
My mind scaled
Through the veil
Her eyes i sense
Luring me
To loves essence
She draws me in
Like a black widow lures
Embraced in her arms
Matured now lured
Her limpet grip
Around my waist
Her moist sweet lips
My tongue tastes
Pleasurable rhythm
Waves of love
Sweat-ed souls
Eagle and dove
Satisfaction
Gratification
Splendour in join
Sweet sensation
Retire to cosy
Content and warm
Sexual tempest
Their perfect storm
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love4.php
Categories:
positional, love, passion
Form:
Rhyme