Best Preemptive Poems
My Prayer For Today
7/22/2019
Written: by Miracle Man
Lord, guard my tongue in things I say,
Let your son Jesus be my light today.
Let each of my thoughts rest solely on HIM,
From the brightening hour until growing dim.
Then at such time when I become tempted,
Just render those thoughts, as preemptive.
For I’ve little ability that’s of my own,
And will be accountable for seeds I’ve sown.
AMEN
Selected Poem of The Day On Poetry Soup
July 22, 2019
Categories:
preemptive, prayer,
Form:
Couplet
THE PHASES OF GRIEF
bereavement pain physical
spiritual and philosophical
SHOCK & DENIAL
can’t find relief
overwhelming numbed disbelief
PAIN & GUILT
unbearable preemptive suffering
remorseful chaos excruciating
ANGER & BARGAINING
growing bitter frustration
time rewinding negotiation
DEPRESSION & REFLECTION
grieving bitter loneliness
memories filling emptiness
THE UPWARD TURN
adjusting calmer living
affliction less unforgiving
RECONSTRUCTION & WORKING THROUGH
willingness to survive
becoming functionally alive
ACCEPTANCE & HOPE
handling new reality
reinventing integral repartee
Submitted on October 8, 2018 for contest SIX-WORD COUPLET SERIES ENCORE sponsored by MARK TONEY - RANKED 1ST
Categories:
preemptive, courage, endurance, grief, introspection,
Form:
Couplet
I haven’t been here in a while
At this point in my life that is.
The point where something great becomes misconstrued
more filled with angst instead of jovialness.
Shot through the heart:
Bang.
It hurts me to be here, hurts me to say this
But I would rather kill it, dissipate it
Then let it continue; I know I’d hate it.
I’d rather be preemptive, stay ahead.
To avoid the potentially hurtful aftermath
It’s the type to grip you by your soul and
make you want to O.D during a bubble bath.
This is just to let you know how hard it is.
It’s hard because there’s so much invested
If any shots come my way I understand;
As it seems to hardships I no longer feel the need to contest it;
It’s a love hate type of thing.
I hate that you may think the love was not all it could’ve been,
Yet we both know through hardships we made it, but this is now and that-
That was then.
No need for animosity we’ve agreed to drink in friendship responsibly
And if the time comes again where everything is lined up for both of us
Then I guess I won’t need the help of E-harmony.
This is not to say by any stretch that it is expected
or that you owe me anything by any means
but our present time is past, that’s the way the future makes it seem.
This is a divorce of sorts as are all relationships
No one courtship is perfect and this one’s included in that statistic
So despite what everyone around you might say
(Those opinionated idiots)
And even despite what your anger may make you think
We sailed on love, hurdled every obstacle, made impossible possible
But to perpetuate, a lack of being affectionate, is highly illogical.
Mix in the emotions we both possess and things become highly volatile.
We just need to get back to the basics, start anew,
With our eyes on the future with pens not pencils
There won’t be a need to erase it.
Categories:
preemptive, heartbroken, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh dreaded parasitic predator,
I yield to your flitting whim
and unannounced intrusion.
Innocently productive,
you carry on your quest,
unprovoked and unassuming.
But for your merited renown,
I take preemptive action
testifying to my regard.
The sport of a cautious hunt
prompts instinct and evasion,
no match for a well-aimed swat.
And with your final writhing twitch
I find a kind of sovereign triumph
in my gleeful, gloating grin.
Categories:
preemptive,
Form:
Free verse
The letter stays sealed within the envelope unread and faded
Bringing neither hope, nor memories blurred or jaded
The day it came I could not know
Which destiny the words would hold.
Out of fear I refused to break the seal
In hopes that neither fate was real
Thinking only of the I in me
Believing not that Love could ever be
Nor trusting simply your love for me
Past memories of former hurt stake their claim
Haunting wounds, nightmares in the middle of the day.
Uncounted years the letter lay
Preemptive strike I walked away
Hoping the memory that can never un happen of that day
Will be less painful than the specter of what might have been had I embraced the gamble of love
the day your letter came.
And after all these years surprisingly
That letter still calls out to me
Tho I know now what might have been can never be.
I sometimes think what if I was wrong
What if the letter told of love grown strong
Of two hearts held by one strong bond
Perhaps the words spoke tenderly
Of Love
Of Life
And not dear John as I assumed it to be.
I will never know if those words are real
Because the envelope that contains the letter
Remains sealed.
Somewhere in my twisted heart I feel
That those words unread
Can neither harm, nor heal.
Which is better?
Which is worse?
Does truth lie in the ancient verse
"Better to have loved and lost than never loved at all"
What daysman can ever make that call?
Maybe the tragedy that is worse
Is to never give your heart a chance to hurt.
So now I stand alone and cold
Much like the unread letter folded in the envelope.
Never throwing it away yet still not reading
Dying unwounded
Scarred but not bleeding.
Knowing full and well that I will never know
The message that the letter holds
Too afraid to let it go
Yet too afraid to ever know
I stand alone
A prisoner to unread words.
Fearing the past and dreading the future
Fearful of presumed hurt.
Yet I'm frozen
And alone
A prisoner held hostage by a message I'll never know.
A letter
Alone
In an envelope. Unopened.
Categories:
preemptive, anxiety, break up, confusion,
Form:
Rhyme
What a name called?
Football a game called,
To known arena called stadium,
Played eleven to eleven side to side each,
Formations of it kinds,
Aims of a two goal post net,
Aims of a trophy,
Aims of winning,
In a color Jersey of its kinds,
In a color booths of it kinds,
Side to side balls picking sons round,
Spectators sat rounding pitch watching,
Centered with a nominated referee officiating,
Lined with a two lines men flagged,
Officials of substitutions in questions,
Pronounced by named commentators,
Red and yellow cards rules in question,
Supported keys of volunteers,
Supported with all sorts of supporters,
Declared a stadium manager jobs,
Declared a team manager jobs,
Host the nations, Host the world,
At moment of a country designated!
At moment of a country authorized!
Called for all practitioners....
Photographers, Cinematography, Press, Medias, Adverts, Sponsors, critics, etc. centred.
What a name called?
Football! football! ! football! ! !
A rounded leather circled!
Circled in its color of its choices,
Declared fifa authorities,
Declared statistical over all game,
Respect covered face to face,
Stretchers officials in uniforms of its officials medications,
Football a game called,
With boots of its kinds worn,
Saddled a whole lot supporters,
Saddled a whole lot analysts,
Presumption for a nation's glory,
Preemptive individuals' desirably for survival,
Football a game called,
Called to the passionate in spirit,
Football a game called,
Embrace understanding to unnamed,
Embrace love to unloved,
Embrace unity to diversities,
Embrace creativity to un-creativity,
Football a game called,
Adore a nature,
Football a game called,
Called to a glorious home,
Football a game called,
A rounded leather circled!
With boots of its played,
With jersey of its kinds,
With choices of many kinds,
Football a game called.
Categories:
preemptive, sports,
Form:
Double Dactyl
molecular strings
lowest form of neutron ticks
preemptive strike on.....?
Categories:
preemptive, art
Form:
Haiku
Aesop, Fables 533 (from Babrius 70) (trans. Gibbs) (Greek fable C6th B.C.) :
"The gods were getting married. One after another, they all got hitched, until finally it
was time for Polemos (War) to draw his lot, the last of the bachelors. Hybris (Reckless
Pride) became his wife, since she was the only one left without a husband. They say
Polemos loved Hybris with such abandon that he still follows her everywhere she goes. So
do not ever allow Hybris to come upon the nations or cities of mankind, smiling fondly at
the crowds, because Polemos (War) will be coming right behind her."
You are my enemy! I hate your guts!
Why, you ask? My government said I should.
"For what reasons for your loathing me?" What's
the justification? - The common good!
"Should I reciprocate?" Doesn't matter!
My government said that you are a threat.
"Your leaders are as 'mad as a hatter'
and shouldn't attempt folly they'll regret."
Preemptive measures are in store for you
and there's nothing -Nada! to prevent it.
"Arrogance has a price, this is our view.
And you're overbearing prides and conceit
will cost your country misery and dead.
This, foe, is what my government has said."
Categories:
preemptive, war
Form:
Sonnet
"What does light have to do with darkness!?...."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Like mixing champagne miscreants
Within a simile laced frosted glass
Of crystalline stones mingling these
Crowned guises....
Fatidities of peremptory phantasms
Oracular silhouettes of the predisposed?!
Rising in unison unto a collective toast
Toward deceptives destiny; their very own
Whisperings billowing within ceramic tones....
These phantoms of the Pharoahs final call
Unto finalities masquerading opera
Respondez, s'il vous plait!?
Where on a blackened tie adorns this omnibus
The guest of honour with such, hollowed eyes
Smiling, as pressage greets them all....
Raising this metaphoric flume; a symbolic vessel
To these midnight mass miscreants of soporifics
Fatiditized oraculary made realities; fasicles
Standing before phelonians robes of fallacy?!
While as fantasias final chords begin their
Beckoning from afar; this preemptive echoing
Personifications, blood red rose....
Calling, afore this latter days gatherings of
Soon to be forevers, predisposed; ex parte
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
....The final toast!?
Note: ~ A resurrecting moment from Halloween 2008....
~ "'Love' & Warmth, Always," John!:) ~ "Hebrews 12."
Smile ~ "Its 'A Beautiful Day,' So Don't Let It Get
Away!?":) ~
Categories:
preemptive, faith, life, sympathyhalloween,
Form:
I feel like I am bleeding on the inside.
I can’t drive down the highway without my thoughts replaying your words.
How dare you assume I would wander away,
So you wandered away in a preemptive strike.
You killed us
And dumped me into the ‘friend zone’.
“I miss you,” I say.
“There is nothing to miss,” you say.
I cannot battle indifference.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
More bleeding on the inside.
You were the one who first came to me
Begging me to take you into my life
Asking for my trust
Hanging out where I hang out.
Now I feel like I’m trying to hang on to a ghost.
And I bleed inside
Dying a little more each day
Bleeding in places no one can see
I’d rather have a drag out fight
With yelling and swearing rather than this
This insipid ghosting of emotions
I say I should leave you alone and stop torturing you
You tell me I am only torturing myself
I see I cannot torture a heart that is already dead to me.
Categories:
preemptive, anger, anxiety, how i
Form:
Free verse
Contortions beloved china doll ballets; fallacies repertoire?!
Sublime, embarking upon another vigilant mnemonic journey
As ever searching these sinuous theatres jigzaw corridores to well find
A maxims inverted souvenir....
Effusions waterfall of wisdom to contest this mortuaries enigma!?
Discernful images incised within black marble stones strewn amid
The roguery of this grayish night; rustic, crossing the cold damp earth
With its wilted flowers unto the mausoleums preemptive seminal door....
Twilights prophet speaking now in summations scarlet rhymes?!
To wrest the breath from abymals reaching grasp that it may surely die; dissolve
Into a thousand broken pieces to be crushed aneath, vice versas impasse ~
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....“Figurines, Figments & Fragmentation” *
Categories:
preemptive, hope, life, love,
Form:
My specialty
always be prepared
worst case scenarios
rigorously examined
contingencies prepared
when possible
but there are so many
for which there is
no solution
leading to dread
leading to panic
leading to relief
when
nothing
happens
Categories:
preemptive, stress,
Form:
Free verse
Professor Petal, one of Patrick’s prolific pals,
Professed he had a Pollyanna Predisposition
Properly pronouncing pronouns without perky p’s.
A pithy proclivity, providing pollution to Professor Petal’s pronunciations.
Prissy Professor Patty from Prestigious Prussian Planet Philisophi-university,
Precariously prickled, privately at Professor Petal’s Pronoun-predicament.
Prissy Patty promptly planned a plane trip to Professor Petal’s Pre-existing pub.
Where placidly placed, Professor Petal, prevailed as President of Porous Pool Table Pro.
Privacy prevailed, as Professor Patty, presently at Pub, perceived Professor Petal.
Prissy Patty, partook of Paradise Pop-In-Pink Parboils, as she patty-caked in the pub.
Prissy Patty was soon pretty Patty, and Petal took her home, a primed and perfect professor.
Plenty of preemptive laughs prevailed, as they both wondered what pronoun begins with a P anyway?
Categories:
preemptive, 10th grade, 4th grade,
Form:
Alliteration
Reading by the lines, one by one
Evidenced on those skid marks left
A bitter aftertaste, beyond
goes the winding path right ahead
What led this outrage, travesty?
Swept sanity with tragedy
O’er the hedge up to no man’s land
Places that gets one out of hand
A four letter word defined despair
Others called it an outbreak, plague
yet some being spared by a hair
but most were left alone and vague
It’s been a struggle upon death
like life being bullied in the edge
Such fairytale told in great length
With no other cue when it’ll end
Here goes below downward spiral
Love just dragged you deep underground
When all is lost, the outcome’s final,
a broken heart you had just found
There goes, “Damn you do, damn you don’t,”
a double-bladed tongue swordplay
waiting for a preemptive strike
then suddenly, gave up the fight
Categories:
preemptive, depression, longing, loss, lost
Form:
Sonnet
The battle ground is smooth
and well-defined. Love is the defender.
Hate dies of its own neglect;
then when forcing its attack,
invokes the solemn rite
of stand your ground,
of casualty by friendly fire,
and of preemptive might.
Love's weapon is itself. Its arsenal
is peace to fight the demons of the wars.
Alas, it's not so popular at all.
Death and all the means we choose
to make it happen is the modus operandi
of the world, and we as western countrymen
and leaders of each blessed fray, will cheer.
Each year the marble halls of Washington
grow sturdier as we, the folks back home
affix our "yes" upon the bills
that buy the blazing guns of war.
But love is like that,
offering its kiss, and then
politely giving way to the invisible;
here it is non-entities like hate will enter,
whip-up the roaring crowd with cries
of conquest, then discretely step aside
into the void, leaving love to coalesce.
This is the true reality
that rides the wave of peace.
This is the only crown of victory,
the sole memorial of strife subdued.
Lift it high, for it must survive.
Love alone is Life!
~
Categories:
preemptive, character, , memorial, ,
Form:
Free verse