Best Premeditation Poems
Silent Love by Majid Dodeen
I love her silently
She has a beautiful voice
Lovely taciturnity and silence
Charming complexion
Gorgeous biography
Pure innermost feelings
Clean inward thoughts
I know the magnitude of the pleasant short moments that brought us together
They mean all my life
I can tell you now that I knew I loved you even before I met you
But what matters to me currently is that I know you
I do love you
As birds love flying and traveling freely
As sands of deserts love rain heavily
As roses love the morning sunrays
As nights love the light of the full moon
You are my destiny, fortune and fate
At this moment, I feel speechless
All languages cannot express the meanings that I would like to convey to you
All languages fall short of producing the vocabulary that I want to tell you
You may consider this to be one of my qualities when I vow to you:
I am still looking for a love synonym that expresses this unique love and longing for you
You have been always asking, "Have you found it?"
Therefore, O my angelic sweetheart,
Who will be known by the universe through my description!
I confess that I have committed love with my competent and complete capacity, awareness and will, accompanied by premeditation and surveillance
So that you be the only female who has outshined & surpassed all women in my heart
You settle down deep in me
You put your crown on the throne of my heart
I decided to love you silently
Hoping that Allah Almighty might accomplish a matter already enacted
Sociology and Psychology
What I had majored in college was sociology,
And followed up with a minor in psychology;
Wife went ballistics;
Also took statistics;
Now am extremely interested in epidemiology.
Public health appears to be a central issue
and tendency now. What causes chaos and
terrorism is also astounding. Terrorism is
not a religious but a cult movement. What
other cults exist in America that you can
think of?
Jim Horn
Over 10 again.
Arm Bilateral Amputation
What he did was result of premeditation;
Several killed and others need sedation;
Major surgery,
With urgency;
One experienced arm bilateral amputation.
Trump has been naughty and not very nice,
And now the rest of us must pay the price;
Orange hair,
That at stare;
When you are looking will find much lice.
Jim Horn
Still over 10. Shooting for 4,600 mow
and on to 5,000 and number 3. You
must set goals.
The baren bones lay bare across the fields of alliteration
Unnecessary abstraction leaves the bourgeois man bereft of care
And yet, the obliviously self aware give cause to sight's deprivation
The enigmatic preparation gives many metaphors to compare
You rack your brain, paper tears, from too much stylization
personal interpretation brings to light the common ground, the things we share
But if your minds in disrepair, that's premeditation
Less is lost in coloration, but I don't think we're going there
Daily we face different kinds of aggravation,
but there is one type which by man has its causation,
and it merits an immediate termination.
But because of modern “civilization”
and the greed of many a corporation,
it’s doubtful we shall have the consolation
of ending modern man’s contamination.
I’m not talking parasites or the visitation
of bacteria from eating a crustateon.
I mean the one of worsening gradation.
It’s environmental, and in my evaluation,
is the worst of all, for it has manifestation
in things consumed by us or by our inhalation
of air of course! It’s an abberation
for which we need to have more constertnation!
Society should have mortification
for what is being done. There’s no good explanation
to offer our descendents. The concentration
of chemicals and also of radiation
along with nitrates in our soil’s fertilzation
is cancer-causing, and now inflammation
is affecting nearly all the population.
Politicians do not act. Procrastination
may very well end in our obliteration!
It’s like murder through premeditation.
And this murder uses no discrimination.
What do you think? Is it this country’s destination
to leave our kids with total devestation?
Surely in this mortal realm there can be salvation!
And so I finish with this small summation:
Unless we act, we’ll remain, for the duration,
in our station of a Contamination Nation.
4/4/18 for the Contamination Contest of Kai Michael Neumann
is there a little premeditation ~ to scratch an irritation
or a bit of an itch ~ to tackle a rash without hesitation
said a flea to a hive ~ it’s only my lousy interpretation
By
David Kavanagh
I try.to.use pain as motivation
My anger I'll.use as patience
Stay humble.an dedication
Concentration is intimidating
An anticipation is premeditation
meditating on reaching the destination
It take time to reach greatness
But time is an element
That's present
An.in.its essence
Its definite
Any.second
A blessing can.be unexpected
I'm stressing
But being constructive an.aggressive
Is progression
The wind.breezes feel like.freedom
How the air.represents life oxygen
Hydrogen
Nitrogen.is.the fuel.that enlivens.him fires within
The secret is.peace inside the souls.kingdom
The trees speak beauty
The sway of the nudity
So.freely.you can see their.humility
Serenity
Nature
I used to look at Gods greatest creations
Attempting to acquire creative inspirations
Now blinded by divided nations
Murders by premeditation
Apparent addictions to multiple incarcerations
Wanting fruits of a labor with no perspiration
I cry out for a divine confirmation
A universal realisation leading to salvation
Our minds constantly on the adversarys itinerary
Putting first what should be secondary
Bringing to light what should be buried
Needing separation but to pain still married
If I could polish the varnish of our soul
It would leave my cloth black as coal
MIRIAM’S MOTHER
She was a beautiful woman
the color of coffee enlightened
by cream
Her multicultural mask gathered all
the credentials, all the climbing essentials
increasingly required for successful
ascent through the rugged topography
of the American Dream
For seventeen years
her purposeful stride, androgynous
demeanor, her ambiguous ambition and
intellectual poise sliced through our lives
with irresistible force, not as a knife or a
broad-axe or hatchet, but like a powerful
wind, its invisible motion clearly revealed
by the changing condition of objects
nearby! And then she was gone!
One day she returned, caressing a child,
as if a serious dancer emerging from sand
dunes perpetually shifting in some far
distant desert where culture and custom are
somehow defined by searing white light
from the immaculate brightness of an
indifferent star
“This is Miriam!” she said, as a rising
warm breeze discreetly maneuvered the
metamorphosing sands of the oasis
we shared
“And I am that I am!” she said with her love,
eternal, omnipresent, like the infinitive form
of the verb “to be” that forbids conjugation
in describing the essence of a transcendent
deity in some ritual proceeding
While continuing to speak, she never
stopped swaying, and without premeditation
she transformed herself into an external womb
so that she and the baby were increasingly fluid,
a curiously contained configuration of water
rhythmically lapping an invisible shore,
the baby asleep in the liquid milieu,
helpless and safe as if she had
never been born
Emanuel Carter
The hue of streets; cousins of chalkboards;
the distinct voice of transition; of forbidden love
sipped through straws of anticipation;
swallowing decadent tribulations
to nourish picturesque gardens
and English dreams; the line between
appreciation and alienation
Happens to be the blemish
of today's death; headline hopscotch
founding father of premeditation
Sound prints in the sand
By Glenn McCrary
© 2012 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)
AMAPIANO
The Zulu land cooked a sumptuous meal,
With no premeditation, someone will go for the steal.
The world watches in awe & vibes even from afar,
Amapiano rhythm played like a shining star.
Nigeria, filled with their beats and flair,
Decided to join in, causing quite a scare.
With catchy melodies and grooves to adore,
Nigeria embraced Amapiano but wanted more.
South Africa yelled, yiked, cursed, and cried,
They exclaimed in defeat, "You've stolen our pride!"
But Nigeria danced on with a mischievous stride.
From Lagos to Johannesburg, the dispute did spread,
But we couldn’t resist that Amapiano instead.
Nigeria said, "We've added our own twist,
Our Afrobeat fusion, a dancefloor bliss!"
South Africa grumbled, yet couldn't deny,
The joy Amapiano brought, making our spirits fly.
So, while the argument continued to ignite,
Music lovers revelled all day and night.
The world was agog of this uproar of sounds,
Cos music knows no borders and no bounds.
But let's all dance & shuffle as the music play,
Unite in the rhythm, and put the squabble away.
For Amapiano's magic begrudges no grounds;
It's a joyous fusion where harmony resounds.
And as the beats collide, let the battle slide.
This Amapiano tale punctured a nations pride
As the other nation runs off with this one.
We will continue to exude in this musical fun!
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?December 2023.
In this robotic
predictable state
programs are written
you may call fate
defy with your battle face
to go on unplanned
likened to a poker game
where all know your hand
they wrote your story, long ago
I call it, robotic
because that is all we are
biological machines
but for a heart
that beats us into reality
bleeding forth what we know
as waves of emotions
some call it life
call it what you will
rising and climbing
forever, until
you reach your peak, or fall off in spite
an unknown ascent, that which drives us, right?
until the momentum turns
now, as is our life, draining downward
to a rendezvous with nature
so don't be so pragmatic
you may lose your nerve
then the stakes
will change courses
with your will to lead or serve
the cancerous, robotic mankind
I see who you are
I know where your going
and shall meet you into war
as we fight premeditation
only for chance to beat its grip
for only the strong
lives on, unconquered
except by him versus his mind
astral projections, long seen the coming
it may go one of two ways, in this, a new age
of the robot's love affair battle with mankind.
DOCTOR STRANGE MASTER OF MYSTIC ARTS
BY JAMES EDWARD LEE
In the dead of night
Even in the day time
Their needs be a doctor for this doctor
A prime prize physician brilliant surgeon
But alas one day he was steered away
He was drunk not able to operate
The chief doctor led him away
His hands not steady but shaken
Could hold a scalpel
To embrace to get help
He accidentally drove his car off a cliff;
Nearly died, but they could save his HANDS
No longer could he perform
Operations
He once again to ashamed
Left the USA fled to Tibet
Got caught in a winter storm
Fell off a mountain
Landed in the sanitarium of
The Ancient One
A master of mystic arts
So along with Baron Mordo
Trained them both up in the good magic’s arts...
But Mordo was evil and bad
"BY THE FULL POWERS AT MY COMMAND, LET THE FLAMES OF
THE FALTINE BLAST THAT WHICH NOW THREATENS ME LIFT’
'VISHANTI, BE PRAISED! MY PREMEDITATION BE CORRECT
Which left the good Doctor Stephen Strange?
To become
DOCTOR STRANGE: MASTER OF MYSTIC ARTS
12/11/17
C A U S A T I O N vs. D E T E R M I N I S M
Choices form towards our preordained trajectory
Decision built bricks stack factors progressively
Circumstancial pegs compile in accord to faculty
Dogmas of downtrodden clogged with profanity
Circles run rings around predictions, an equator
Divides same from same in symmetrical centre
Cogs who push their neighbours never blame us
Duration in environ expidited by wheel's impetus
Certainty occurs, journey obscured from turning
Decorum's shield prohibits peripheral discerning
Contingent coddles confederates, cave sedation
Dictated picture is droll pattern of premeditation
Character patter converses with class conducive
Dialogue delays, latitudinal liberal splay spruking
Concious diverges in a dual carriageway purview
Deliberation channels hairpin 's curve impromptu
14th February
Fortitude Breaks
Causation Chains
Did you ever consider the permanent damage you could cause
Did you consider that a perfect plan
has hidden flaws
Did you ever think of how my heart would break
This constant pain is too much to take
Your murderous schemes in which you plot
In your trap I am forever caught
I cared for you in times that were tough
But I guess that it was never enough
I was always loyal
never did I cheat
but no matter how hard I tried
I could never compete
My love within
Could not help me win
You can't get a prize
When your disqualified
Unsatisfied, displeased
I am your disease
A disease you must wipe out
Killing the weed before it can sprout
Out of anger and frustration
comes your premeditation
Left with debris
From your killing spree
I must move on
follow my Herder
Watch out for the wolf
Plotting his premeditated murder
Bricks and cement do not make walls for a prison
Only cruel minds and premeditation
Is it not murder?
Is it not fraud and theft that locks one in?