Best Predefined Poems
You were eyes for the man I was - blind
And always without strain you were kind
Love from the heart with no edit of mind
What a day it was I met you - what a find
In awe of your aura - to mesh I was inclined
Our souls with ease from day one intertwined
Faith insisted on our meeting, solid, underlined
There were no keys on backs one had to wind
To say that I am thankful would be misdefined
A new word I would create for us for all mankind
For our story must be familiar one predefined
From up above written in stone and preassigned
I am writing this in monorhyme perfectly designed
Like our friendship it is one, neat and consigned
For you now - delivered, dated and proudly signed
01~11~2015
With Love Armand
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Contest: Write A Poem
Categories:
predefined, friendship, love,
Form:
Monorhyme
COURAGE VS. CONFLICT
The history of man defines Ape as a primate.
Man seems to be in that mind-set today.
He lives life as pent because he denies himself religious freedoms.
God refined humankind once before and, therefore, he will do the same once more.
The factor ends when iniquity meets perilous world.
The mania of man will bring forth extinction.
In parable, the elderly wisdom was predefined by the life they had lived since the beginning of time.
They had seen themselves within their prime and captured these elements through their
way of life.
Their beauty was not a basis to define.
They were primates of mammal and nomadic.
Their skin was olive nonwhiten via sunshine.
They hunted with self-made weapons and brought back a feast many times.
However, one male cultivated the mind.
He invented weapons for prosperity.
An abundance of wealth all received.
Today is venturous.
Humankind has crested to another prehistoric image.
Our originations through inventions and development have implemented innovations.
Our minds must continue to reinvent not to become another mandrill.
The core of our existence relies on this.
We are human beings and the highest intelligence.
Insofar as we are not predetermine...
Insofar as we are no predestine to a grandeur form...
Insofar as we see no more adjustments that are required for humankind physiological form...
We have peaked physiologically.
Therefore, we will henceforth to inform our mental faculty.
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Penned on October 19, 2014!
Categories:
predefined, conflict, courage, culture,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
AU COURANT AU FAIT – THE HEART OF IMAGINATION ABREAST
The invention of the automobile is a thing to ponder. In words of the heart of imagination, the temperament wonders why divine providence gave the sense of knowledge of those natural resources that predefined the automobilist. Medical science is even more radical to design machinery that tells about our brain and body. Hardly conceived is their intelligence, the questions are answers hidden.
I imagine that deity would be exposure to another vestibule with biblical emergence.
The status of a country being oppressed is imagine by who defines the Antichrist. We have seen in the time of Joseph Stalin, Adolf Hitler, and now reign Vladimir Putin.
Can you imagine the words to define suppression with the heart of a warrior depicting the coming mêlée?
The imagination portrays the brilliance of today to evolution and the procreation of humankind. What do men seek via Social Science? A world that is no longer divine, but a mind that divides to discovery a new way of life.
I imagine that divinity is vested on earth because of lack of appearance of a known God.
The imagination questions prior occurrences aboard and at home. We are our insight and inspiration via an unknown God.
I imagine that religion imperceptibility will become a theological pre-cognizant of The School of Social Theological Studies, which is demarcated as the heart of imagination discerned by word utilization.
Do you imagine the same?
Are similarities being disseminated?
Facilitated via a school of thought, suppressed knowledge will come forth to take the outer limits to higher grounds.
Were heavens are immortalized.
In essence, these words have been pre-constructed to pre-define the heart of imagination.
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Penned on October 18, 2014!
Categories:
predefined, god, imagination, joy, metaphor,
Form:
Blank verse
Reigate Juniors, late July, in nineteen sixty nine
Miss Leggett crossed the room and slowly pulled down all the blinds
as one by one the summer's morning settled into gloom
the five of us sat quietly in the television room.
Power on, wait for it warming up, and then channel select
a picture slowly forming, didn't know what to expect
grainy image, took a moment for our eyes to work it out
and see just what the world outside was now talking about.
Shimmering in UHF scan lines at six-two-five
we watched a major milestone being broadcast to us, live.
Ghostly figure, hesitant, and slow, considered pace
was out taking his morning stroll far off in outer space.
Every action analysed, each purpose predefined
environmental figures taken, soil samples mined.
No more science fiction, science fact, this vision real,
our wondering just how for that one man the scene must feel.
His colleague now with camera, the U.S flag he plants,
a speech so calm, if it was me, I'd one sixth-g a dance.
Outside at lunch in the playground we talked of how we planned
in Tranquillitatis to be where Armstrong stood and scanned.
To boldly split infinitives and bravely seek new worlds
(but since this was a 'boys own' job, we'd have to leave the girls)
Fast forward now by fifty years, the space race still not won,
the kitchen sink is blocked and all the laundry's still not done.
The body aches and creaks and groans, old age coming too soon,
but inner child looks up some nights, and still salutes the moon.
August 13th 2015, for contest 'Childhood dreams', sponsored by Silent One
Categories:
predefined, dream, science,
Form:
Rhyme
You aren't anybody to the plinth in the workforce.
Of course, I know of your success.
My money does not have anything to do with you; therefore, why negate a
nation’s wealth.
If you just would abide by the Constitution, your achievements are '
insurmountable.
I came via statute of law, but you violated them all.
In these historical times, there will not be a walk.
I will, however, step-to-the-cause.
Your stance is cruelty.
Your voice lacks depth.
You are a mammoth in society through social injustice.
No law has been applied and the freedoms of humanity are threatened.
You were the Judge who did not preserve the Seventh (7th) Amendment.
In these historical times, I am a trailblazer.
I will watch from a skyscraper.
You state emotional distress is the fabrication.
You state the summary of this all is damages made.
You said I am nothing but a Pro-Se Litigator, insofar as your voice means
nothing within this nation,
You are just a native-born child whose life has been negated.
In these historical times, I am the biblical generation.
An era of gist that is socio-political and socio-religious predefined by a socio-
economic existence, I attenuate you with strength and know that justice will
prevail.
This will be documented throughout antiquity.
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PENNED ON OCTOBER 14, 2014!
Categories:
predefined, america, anger, angst, judgement,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
A World of unCopyrighted Tears
If you are reading this
you want me to touch you
Wow! ~ You with some kind
of words that make you
feel like you haven't
wasted you time ~
But I so don't know how
to touch you
to make you feel my
every lasting pain
a pain that makes
the days seem long
and the nights go on
without end ~
I just drop tears
long sad tears
and think and rethink
whats a sad world
what a sad me
i can't touch you
i can't make you see
You !
Yes!
You! ~ Have hurt me
No! ~ It wasn't you?
No! ~ You don't know me!
Yes! ~ You know me
with every unkind word
spoken from your parted lips
you may or may not
have said
to take too complete heart
but it hurt
just the same
and with every unkind heartless deed
I'm sure someone
must have die
if not in body
THEN! ~
surely in mind and in kind
BROKEN! ~
down to all undone
ripped to pieces
i bleed only
when i am
pressed to a
new opened wound
but can the predefined still bleed?
or give one last
fake breath
to be stolen away
once again~
feel something for me now
don't give cry for me when
i am gone someday tomorrow
because it is only you
who feels the tear
that is shed
and i will feel
the cold
of a heartless world
Categories:
predefined, abuse, anxiety, betrayal, celebrity,
Form:
Bio
Love stories are many written and directed
Usually all with ending life or with survive
It is my pleasure to extend the predefined
Love is expansible crossing all stories of time.
It is that moment when I myself realised
Sitting on the tree stump to create a delight
Considered an obstacle yet smiles alive
Trying to breathe out again a new life
Clearly describes its age nothing to hide
Showered so much love with fruits fine
Now being injured for building heights
Valued so less as no more like a gold mine.
Amazing Lump! I fell in love with a tree stump
Gives immense love while it expects none
Sacrifices whole life from the day sown till born
Even after being cut cares for human’s plight.
Heart of an innocent child sharing soul smile
Companion of all my good and bad times
My tears reflected in its caring decaying eyes
Love seamless yet strange in material kinds
Takes me to the bottom of blame game field
Where I learn for pleasure to dedicatedly write
O’ Stump for me thy are my garden’s pride
Quitting my loneliness lighting treasured times
Wish I could perform just one wonder same type
Thanks for being true without committing relation
Place to rest tired people being a soul of divine!
Categories:
predefined, caregiving, love, nature, romancetree,
Form:
Free verse
I did see you out of the corner of my eye,
Chills ripped through me raging in wind.
I did not know you to be a lifetime friend.
Our last life we must have said good-bye.
Our love did not just come in and out to die,
Our souls would be encircling merciless sin.
I am feeling you breathe me desperately into your skin.
Be it to you I never could tangle up my red rag tail dye.
We went away,
We came back,
We went astray,
We became slack!
Our last life has predefined today’s feat of fate!
So, my destiny by fate is forever in you my mate!
®Registered: Ann Rich 2010
Categories:
predefined, imagination, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form:
Sonnet
We’re not a prisoner of yesterday,
Nor a hostage of tomorrow.
Collect the lessons from the past,
But leave behind its sorrow.
In the present we are shining,
Plumes of incandescent light.
Where everything is possible,
Where wrongs can be made right.
Stop. inhale, believe in yourself,
Put down your knapsack of fears.
Feel the warm sun upon your face
Evaporate sorrow and tears.
As a river tracks toward the sea
Following each twist and turn,
So you and I must walk the road,
Tread the path we cannot spurn.
Life carries us, it ebbs and flows,
It”s course is predefined
Just as the moon pulls at the tides
Our fates our intertwined.
We are valued and unique,
We all have a life to live.
Don’t give up on what you seek,
You still have so much to give.
So let go, learn how to trust.
You have power to see this through.
It’s not a case of “twist or bust”
The future”s down to you.
Seize the day, “carpe diem”,
Appreciate all that you are.
Be calm, relax, find your “zen”
Shine like the brightest star.
We only have one go at this
Our time is very brief.
Life is too precious to dismiss.
So get some self belief !
Categories:
predefined, anxiety, destiny, hope, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
I had a cat that marked his territory right
into our TV – fried the whole thing
But I will not graffiti my alleyways with
crude phalli,
Spewing armchair warrior slogans across the concrete
My best friend growing up was a real whore,
in the kiss-and-tell sort of way
A real ladies’ man... He was a real bastard,
I’ll tell you that
But I will not line the walls of my den with
taxidermied lovers
Nor will I cage my dove for fear of a hawk.
Does the absence of glimmering swords
Take away from the radiance of her smile?
And what good are these powerful minarets,
Without the sweet, sweet song that echoes across them?
I have not fallen in love with a fish in a
bucket.
I have not fallen in love with a fish in a
bucket that will dart away
Never to be seen, if she ever touches the
sea again...
Which raises the question: why the bucket?
I have no interest in the bucket.
I have no interest in being the fisherman.
I bait no hooks and reel no lines.
I would much rather be a sea horse.
We can all learn a thing or two from the sea
horse.
So enough with this nonsense of honor and
chivalry
Enough of this predefined manliness and
rhetorical dick-waving
Enough of cages and lures and foxes in the
chicken coop
I see a lioness and her fawn under acacia
shadows
While my thirty-something year-old
compatriot playboys
Are on the prowl for pretty young things in
search of a fantasy
Wearing cravates of woven chest hair resting
over shirts not quite buttoned,
With Ralph the Polo Player getting bigger
and bigger
I have no fur coats, and I won’t sport any swag
I have no car horn to honk at your skirts,
No sly comments to mutter as you pass
No scarves to force around your heads
No honor to vest in your purity
I have only my faith in love
And whatever flaws that may bring
So what is it then,
to be a man?
Categories:
predefined, father, growing up, life,
Form:
Free verse
and not to eternity the predefined will happen accidently
but to a cry
unheard and clear and the sermon that will BE
to shelter the torn off grains in the summer
the sunspots priest in the reflections
of the water
in blue
Categories:
predefined, blue, color, cry,
Form:
Free verse
True love, the rarest falling star,
If caught the heart bursts into light,
So bright it shimmers near and far,
And lingers beyond dark of night.
To catch its beam for the pocket,
True love, the rarest falling star,
This heart then a treasured locket
The sweetest cookie in the jar.
A serenade by old guitar,
That calls aloud to heart’s intent,
True love, the rarest falling star,
So rare no fear would dare dissent.
This empathy between two souls,
At first it seems a tad bizarre,
Yet predefined on ancient scrolls;
True love, the rarest falling star.
Form: Empat, Empat
Categories:
predefined, love, heart, heart,
Form:
Verse
Taking a stroll by, I meet a river - flowing for freedom
- "Where do you go? Any destiny predefined? Shall I join?"
- "No! because our paths differ, but I will always live within you"
(C) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)
Categories:
predefined, desire, destiny, love, river,
Form:
Sijo
Highway of life, white line is in the middle.
Which way to go, back or forth?
Both ways will bring our lives somewhere,
But we can not select and choose them both.
.
O those choices - we can't avoid, bypass them.
But that's a step where strings of life start sing.
And we must choose - the "axe" is hanging close.
How many times we wished it could be paused.
.
Is that a play with predefined conclusion?
And no matter what we still end up the same?
Or choice is free and even "Guy upstairs"
Excitingly awaits unknown score of game?
.
A game or not - not our field of knowledge.
We only have a little spark of it.
We must keep going, choose, love, make mistakes, start over.
Until we learn, and that - brings "there" even closer.
.
With every breath, step, choice, and turn around corner,
We getting tested. Why? I can not answer that.
I only know this - that "game of choice" has purpose.
Where that "Highway" can be straight road or run in circles.
Categories:
predefined, humanity, life, meaningful, symbolism,
Form:
Rhyme
Don't shoot me down with your neat coded numbers
Inhuman measure nice non corrupted style
I can’t get blown over by US beauties
For the one I love is already mine.
Look at you blonde hair with hardly a face
Heard "why the visit to US" she called out
I replied "tourism is my intent madam
Pleasure with friends, no business for sure".
"Relations! of course carol's my net friend".
Immediate relations never a niece
for I had cajoled DS-160 to kindly accept
But it hadn't bulged from its predefined stand.
"Ok what you do", I said "cinema-movie"
"You own it", I said "yes" a bit surprised
"Since when" was her shot and I cry "childhood"
"1962" in my consciousness as I blurted it out.
"What does your friend do" I said "works" loudly
"Where" and I told what I knew there and then
Remembered the place, city to name them;
Seconds begin to tick like a time bomb.
With clicks she uploaded a coded disaster
Take this 214-b active and duly registered
And when you can decode the puzzle reapply
Public response -New Delhi Discretion-:
Now left, decry this immigration tag;
Certification: “courtesy VO's gag"
Categories:
predefined, philosophy, sad,
Form:
Free verse