Best Prima Poems
Elizabeth Marie Tall Chief
bigotry gave her grief
failing health, unsteady,
she railed, “Get my swan costume ready!”
Categories:
prima, celebrity, dance, death, native
Form:
Clerihew
Prima donna Fish - Haiku
noodles boil in lake
water fall is the ladle
fish prefer raw bait
Categories:
prima, adventure, fish, food, image,
Form:
Haiku
She sings
For kings
Ablaze
They gaze
Profound
The sound
All 'round
Spellbound
Categories:
prima, music, passion,
Form:
Footle
Peacock-like vanity propelling you,
Restless in the search for adulation,
Image of yourself so damn inflated,
Master of a self-centered universe;
A great one, yes, until you ask others.
Donning a pride as a sort of armor,
Only a world-class ego keeping you,
Nary a thought of your worth, if any,
None but that pretty face in the mirror;
Ah, to be living on such shaky ground!
Categories:
prima, introspection, life, people
Form:
Acrostic
12/17/20
"Prima Nocta"
No matter how hard I think
Still can't find the missing link
All night long I drink
I'm on the brink
No, I don't need a shrink
Or to consume more zinc
Trying to stay awake but continuing to blink
It will or won't sync
In person, by image or written in ink
Seeing good and things that really stink
It always took strength
To go to great lengths
It never did any good to draw a blank
Occasionally may have had to break the bank
Oh my goodness
No other way to put it
Couldn't stop doin' what I shouldn't
It's apparent
They say the devil wears it
I never once wore Prada
Problems I gotta
Lot of
Mr. Phantom of the Opera
Been really doing nada
Causing pointless drama
Even arguing with my mama
Sippin' whatever even beer, wine or vodka
Not a lot of agua
Causing my body trauma
All day and night long smoking marijuana
A Tragic Saga
Not saving up any commas
Hard to read my persona
Hakuna Matata
This is beyond Dogma
The Dalai Lama
Or praising "Allah"
From the Bahamas
To beyond Osaka
And Botswana
As well as Tijuana
I'm on a
Roll, I've been Godzilla, they've been Mothra
I've been an anaconda
They've been an iguana
Thinking it was funny like haha
How quickly, I'll pull up on ya
Catch them slippin' inside or out of their Honda
They've been Clapa
And Steapa
Warring since the Prima Nocta
To my friends I wanna
Holla
Keep stacking up them blues and every dolla
May you reach a state of nirvana
Among unique flora and fauna
The world freezing cold or hotta than a sauna
If I wanna
I'll continue spitting lava
Chose to consume Belladonna
Or to end it all with a Katana
For good Ta-ta
Categories:
prima, addiction, dark, deep, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
The Diva flows.
This is Poetry Diva show.
Give them what you got.
Share a piece of your mind.
The hits this Diva writes are for you to like.
The poems this Diva crooned are to groove only you.
Her voice is smooth to put you in a intimate move.
She is the versifier that will set your heart afire.
The Diva emanates.
This Poetry Diva will surge.
Share a piece of your mind.
Give them the last word.
This Diva, as a rhymester, does not have to rehearse.
She is so bard that all will hang onto every verse.
Her voice is to croon you into night.
She is poetry emergence insight in life.
Surface
Come Out
Into the light
Poetry Diva Tonight!
This is I mesmerizing.
A transgression that has materialized from
out of the darkness into your lives.
My voice is to drone you and fill you with desire
just a political heartbeat to your mind.
Poetry Diva
Poetry Diva
I am Poetry Diva [and]
This is Poetry Diva’s night!
_______________________/
Penned April 25, 2014!
Categories:
prima, philosophy, poetess, poetry, political,
Form:
Verse
On the last evening of a wonderful weathered
summer, flitting between the branches
of our rowan tree and the Chinese wind chime
that some like me hear a sound almost divine
while others hear as an irritant in an English
garden, a young male blackbird with yellow
beak chirping - four, three, two, but rarely one
note and as the Prima Don in the opera of the
evening waves its head and wags its tail so
belligerently at rivals thereabout, whether
birds, cats or me, weathering our courage.
Categories:
prima, bird,
Form:
Free verse
Prima colazione sbagliata
Si strapazzate il mio cuore, come se si trattasse di una frittata tre uova.
Rompere il guscio della mia anima finché non crollò
Sto cercando così difficile per dimenticare.
Il mio io interiore caduto, bumbled.
Mi sentivo mescolate
Mi sento arruffato
Vorrei dimenticare
Se i nostri tempi ti penti
Il mio amore soffocato
Le mie emozioni accoppiato
English / Italian
Wrong Breakfast
You scrambled my heart, as if it were a three egg omelet.
Breaking the shell of my soul till it crumbled.
I am trying so hard just to forget.
My inner self tumbled, bumbled.
I felt shuffled
I feel ruffled.
I would rather forget.
If our times you regret.
My love muffled,
My emotions coupled.
Categories:
prima, dedication, faith, food, husband,
Form:
Light Verse
I often visited the prittiest and kindest lady,
who lived by an abandoned, weedy cemetery...
and she told me tales that made me dream;
up that pine-scented and rugged hill, the Devil tripped many times and finally fell:
when her holiness set her gracious face aglow!
And she never cursed God, but continued her creed,
believing that she was put on earth to sanctify love;
and she planted many seeds in the moist garden...flowers that made her life livelier!
Exchanging her pure soul for money, never tempted her:
living happily and continuously blessing God's name;
if that's how one is blessed, many shouldn't need to wonder...
how she never asked anyone for anything...relying on Providence!
Every spring morning she tended to those roses and gardenias,
like mothers care for their adored children; and she sang
opera like a glamorous prima donna on the illuminated stage:
how astonished were the passersby hearing those lovely areas!
Giovanna, lovely prima donna, sing another beautiful area for me,
let me hear how a soprano can feel that divine harmony;
teach me all the lyrics and the tunes that embellish them:
I am a quick-learner and my passion goes beyond my talent!
Giovanna, lovely prima donna, you sought no honors or earthly glory,
and your visions were grander than those idolized singers,
who only asked for applauds and repeats from the cheering crowds;
you had none of these...only this aspiring-tenor-to-be!
I passed by her house yesterday, the shades were pulled down...her garden
without butterflies was arid and the pretty flowers fluctuated no more;
and the tall pines trees didn't offer their inebriating, sweet aroma,
but there was no sound of Giovanna's voice, the voice of the lovely prima donna:
canaries and bluebirds weren't frantically tapping on her closed window!
In a white laced dress, wearing red shoes and a green velvety hat:
she displayed her national pride, recalling the enchanted land of music and poetry,
where her unforgettable childhood was spent with an innocence so free!
Categories:
prima, childhood, death, devotion, music,
Form:
Ottava rima
Like a new baby into the world,
Like a new baby chick into an old kraal,
Sometimes I feel so exposed and vulnerable,
My energy is even at stake.
I am exposed to the energy vampires,
They do suck away my energy all the time,
May be I am being too sensitive, but no!
It is only that they are inconsiderate.
Can I keep on running away from them?
Life is about interaction, will I do without them then?
I don’t know how to act when I am around them,
But I know that sometimes I need them and it hurts,
Because, with them I feel powerless.
They do judge things at first value, prima facie,
Blind eyes they turn to the surrounding circumstances,
They are selfish and inconsiderate,
Demotivated, bad and inferior, that’s how I feel,
They are energy vampires and I hate them.
Categories:
prima, anxiety, confidence, conflict, courage,
Form:
Free verse
prima ballerina
expressive arms
interlocking curves
the pose of two swans
her foot softly supple
arched so long
pink flamingo
toe stance on
Pirouettes 'round and round
her leading man
leaps lithe and lovely
as only grace can
Categories:
prima, dance, image, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
Pale limbs, vestigial breasts, long, slender alabaster neck,
In classic first position she stands alone in the spotlight,
Center stage, accepting her last applause.
It's tumultuous tonight, but midst cheers and bravas
She's certain she heard some guffaws.
Statuesque and sublime, she reflects that it's time
To quit the glittering world of ballet.
No longer breathtaking "Cracking Nuts" or "Swanlaking",
She can't pirouette, arabesque, or plier,
And gets no elevation when she tries to jeter.
She's danced with the best, and loved more than a few.
They'll enshrine all her tutus and her best toe shoes, too.
So adieu to the realm of the dancing elite,
She's known the thrill of victory and the agony of the feet.
She'll open an academy in the southern part of France
And teach a whole new generation of future stars to dance.
And one day, when she's all alone,
She may write about the life she's known
When she was queen of her arena
And reigned as Prima Ballerina.
Author's note: A professional dancer's career endures for only 15-20 years, in most cases. Unbeknownst to many people, dancing, like some sports, takes an enormous toll on the human body. So I applaud these artists for their strength, and courage, and stamina so that the rest of us mere mortals can enjoy the grace and beauty they give to the world through their dedication and sacrifice. This is also for Cherry, a friend and sometimes teacher.
Categories:
prima, dance, retirement,
Form:
Rhyme
Categories:
prima, music
Form:
Footle
Prima Vera (spring)
The westerly has ceased it doesn’t get
dark before seven, time for evening walks,
and let stillness read my thoughts.
Under a carob tree three stones one on
top of the other and old man sat here,
he saw everything till he lost his shadow.
No one sit on his throne, like sitting on
a tombstone, the stone-chair belongs to
him, his everlasting memorial.
Time to walk home, feel hungry,
the mundane always takes precedence.
Spring is here and life is beautiful.
Categories:
prima, introspection, life, love, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Like a morning flower unfurling in beauty
One ballerina blooms in a graceful ballet
Of Shadows and light she flows in a delicate pastel dream yearning to greet her lover upon a wind stuck ridge of destiny
She leaps into flight as the setting sun calls the whispering wind to lead her through the
warm Summer night
Topaz blue slowly fades to violet lashes of ruby red wisps and golden silver blooms
Lost in a starlit fantasy she slowly spins to a garden of silken rose
Lying motionless upon a bed of wild baby's breath
The curtain falls upon a misty dream
Categories:
prima, art, beauty, dance, desire,
Form:
Free verse