Best Puzzle Poems
Have you ever been insane?
Lost inside your own pain
Just trying hard to figure out
What this life is really about?
There are voices up in my mind
Sometimes sanity is hard to find
Whenever I find myself all alone
I keep knocking but no ones home
I study the lines that cover my face
The jigsaw puzzle seems out of place
I don’t seem to know myself anymore
Seems my monkey took off with a whore
The only thing left sitting here is me
And my one-day at a time sobriety
When it all starts breaking down
I am just a ghost inside a clown
But I reckon that too will be ok
Long as I remember how to pray
Life is like a jigsaw puzzle:
thousands of little uniquely shaped
Pieces
needing to be connected to form
the whole picture.
Piece by piece
we p a i n s t a k i n g l y try
to fit them together.
Some pieces don"t seem to belong,
but
they
are all part
of
the
puzzle.
Some pieces seem to be miss ing,
but
they
are
there,
waiting to be found.
Perseverance,
Patience,
Prayer,
are needed to assemble
the puzzle of our life.
Only when we look to our
CREATOR
will we ever be complete.
The One who made us
knows us best.
In the end
He
will place the final piece
of our puzzle.
9/20/16
Brian Strand's July 18 free verse
Life is like a puzzle
The cannon cannot move
Without it paddle
Create this words
and that is what to say
Create this path
And that is the way
Being truthful is righteousness
And that leads
To freedom and happiness
And wickedness brings violence
For one thing leads to another
The sunny weather
Brings about the rainy weather
The failure of man
Is his down fall
If you throw a ball
Towards a wall
It bounces back to you
You shall surely reap
What you sow
If you do not
Think of enslaving me
There won't be slavery
For bad imagination
Is negative perception
And positivity is perfection
Pieces of a Puzzle
a jigsaw puzzle
scattered on a table top…
pieces of my life
06-26-2015
Contest: Senryu on Your Existence
Sponsor: Marvin Celestial
Placement: 3rd
The pieces fit together, day by day—
through trial and error- curve fits in a curve.
But many times, in haste, a part is placed
that's wrong; the misfit somehow jars the rest
so time is spent redoing what was done
to bring it to its former tidy state.
Though day by day, and year by year it's worked,
so slowly forms the image that's been planned—
since many times, the challenge seems too great,
and so, it's often pushed away from sight.
Still other times, the pieces fit in place
renewing eager interest in the game.
And slow but sure, the shapes are interlocked,
each one a vital portion of the whole,
revealing, bit by bit, the total scene.
And all that's hoped before the colors fade,
the vision of life’s masterpiece, complete—
the portrait of our finished dream—well done.
if you are reading this with a face non-pale.
and you think of nothing to tell or to re-tail.
not a plan to go to Paris or Shanghai.
not a voice in your head, annoying buzz
asking you why?if you keep mixing tea and cola.
if you don't care, a bus or cab.
nor about that poor who might you stab.
you ain't welcome to read my tale.
I'll find someone who's worth the breath, who's worth my death.
if you are reading this with a face non-pale
and you think of nothing to tell or to re-tail
not a plan to go to Paris or Shanghai
not a voice in your head, annoying buzz
asking you why?if you keep mixing tea and cola
if you don't care, a bus or cab
nor about that poor who might you stab
you ain't welcome to read my tale.
I'll find someone who's worth the breath, who's worth my death.
[email protected]
Life's pieces fit together, one by one.
Inserting them is challenging and fun,
For each shape adds to making of the whole;
Eventual completion is the goal.
Just like a puzzle, each piece falls in place.
Before our death, we must complete the race.
So many times, confront an empty space;
the hunt for proper shape we must embrace.
Our puzzle should be filled before life's pace
is done, for empty spots would then erase
the chance to bring completed goal to grace
that day we meet our Maker face to face.
Death dances dauntingly detecting done
ahead at bend that leads to our life's end,
when at that hour we meet the Lord with our
life's pieces fit together, one by one.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: 4 x 4 Word Pairing Master Rhyme
Sponsor: Silent One
Theme Chosen: Life Or Death
Judged: 02/11/2016
FIRST STANZA
Acrostic with rhyme scheme: aabb.
The first line in this stanza will be the last line in the 4th stanza.
SECOND STANZA AND THIRD STANZA
Mono rhymes - all the rhymes have to be the same. aaaa aaaa
FORTH STANZA
First line is alliteration and must rhyme with the fourth line: aa
Second and third line internal rhyme. bb bb (two rhymes per line)
Fourth line is the same as first line in the first stanza
There are no meter requirements in this contest.
However, I have used Iambic Pentameter
Hmm
What is life ? some say life is a puzzle and I ask is it one we will ever complete?
Huh? Tell me will the puzzle ever be complete because I know and you know you can't just go in a store and buy the pieces in a box all pretty and neat.
For these pieces people compete they don't just open a box and pour the pieces on a table and sit in a seat while munching on sweet treats!
They walk roads nebulous and rocky until they get blisters on their feet
Rent has to be paid two jobs three kids and they still have to eat!
They try to keep their minds neat even though their knee deep and bound
For defeat they continue to dig deep.
The pieces for this puzzle isn't cheap! Some pieces you throw away some
Pieces you keep but some pieces you hold in your hand and contemplate
Without sleep! Some pieces might cut you inside and the wounds are
Root deep.
I saw my mother bleeding I held her face and said you need sleep she
Said you know son that's the only time everything seems complete!
She dropped some tears and walked away it reminded me of a rainy
Day I grabbed her and said everything is going to be ok she said I know
The Lord is going to make a way but we just get emotional when he takes
Away so we break away those pieces he hides and temporarily takes-away!
We try to regain it because of our thirst it makes it worst instead of
Our power we should make his first.
What is life? Some say a puzzle and it is complete all we have to do
Is keep it neat but because of the devils deception we suffer blindness
And defeat . Let The Lord complete your puzzle you just keep it neat.
Put aside your footsteps and let The Lord plant his feet don't walk
Ahead but walk with in his trail and you will never fail on the road to
Victory you will sail and when you fall don't cry to hard you
Might drown his voice instead give praise and rejoice and he will guide
Your choice.
At the end your puzzle will be complete so hard so easy so soft so bitter sweet
But with The Lord you can keep it neat.
By: Elliott Bowe aka the DrUnKeN PoEt
Although it may build a bridge connecting the future with our ancestry and our history, a puzzle is not all together
a hidden mystery. A puzzle presently considers the unveiling of where we've been and where we are going. A puzzle also
helps to guide and direct our longings as it unfolds the meanings of our belongings. Each piece of the puzzle of life is a part and picture.
Notwithstanding, we must be discerning of pieces never designed to fit. As we proceed forward, our lives may seem puzzling, but we must
not fear, fret, or second guess, because as the puzzle pieces are placed into position, our lives become easier to read and understand.
Each person placed in our path assists in God's wonderful plan and purpose for our lives. No person or piece of the puzzle of life is to be
deemed more valuable than the other, because each is like a sister or brother prepared to take us further in the journey toward our destiny.
052222PSCtest, A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE, Brian Strand
She dwells in deep canyons cold and dark
To ponder a mystery that haunts her soul
Which leaves confusion and doubts in heart
The loss of confidence now takes its toll
To ponder a mystery that haunts her soul
Which renders sleepless hours through the night
The loss of confidence now takes its toll
A flower slowly dying withers in sunlight
It renders sleepless hours through the night
The days are lengthened, and she wastes away
A flower slowly dying withers in sunlight
Her sweet fragrance lost, forever and a day
The days are lengthened, and she wastes away
What could be this wrong which she has caused?
Her sweet fragrance lost, forever and a day
To fully grasp this puzzle she requires pause
What could be this wrong which she has caused?
What pain has she laid upon your heart?
To fully grasp this puzzle she requires pause
She dwells in deep canyons cold and dark
~*~
By: Audrey Carey-Haick
Note: For Paula Swanson's "Pantoum" Contest
The pieces fit together, one by one—
through trial and error- curves fit into curves.
Sometimes, a piece is placed that jars the rest,
so time is spent redoing what was done
to bring it to its former tidy state.
Though, out in view to work on each new day,
so many times the challenge seems too great,
and so, it's often pushed away from sight.
Still other times, each piece falls into place
renewing eager interest in the game.
And slow but sure, the shapes are interlocked,
revealing, bit by bit, the total scene.
And all that’s hoped before the colors fade-
the vision of my total life, complete;
the portrait of my finished dream- well done.
May 8, 2016
Contest: A Simple Pleasure
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Theme Chosen: Crossword Puzzle
With timid steps and a trembling heart
I walked through verdant barren paths.
Toward a rusty gate it took my feet
Into a garden of roses among the weeds.
Carmine flowers, dripping in blood
Wrung my heart in pain of fear.
They caught me from every side
With their lithe and sharp thorny fingers.
Raveled in clutches of copious wines
Turning and twisting I struggled to escape.
Evening shades pirouetting ghosts
Trapped in light tracing fiery faces.
Pouring perspiration pooled my feet
Shedding grappling thoughts I decided to run.
Back to the sinuous path,
Away from the puzzle of life,
Till I reached the black bricked wall,
Beyond it I lost my memories,
Maze of mind closing behind me.
First Place in Maze - 10 Word Challenge Poetry Contest sponsored by A Dear Heart
"Puzzle Stomped"
Pieces scattered
placed on a table
with boundaries
between
the incarcerated margins
there are strict conditions
Time drips
its wet connection
each piece a stair fitted
imperfectly
perfect
towards upwards
new mirror reflection
a cracked heart piercing
the tear with savage dedication
behind her veil
the known Morpheus assails
her compromised senses
holding her captured
behind the external view
eyes blindfolded
the blue sashes now let loose
opening green windows to
free the redressed vicissitudes
to undress the crisp breeze of her
monk chanting wake
a new phantom arrives caressing secrets
gambled on a fresh Delius
composing his unfinished symphony
he’s looking for her singular notes
Somewhere,
he stands behind her
sharp as a needle,
cutting tall poppy
each step she takes
towards her freedom gate
In his hands he cups
the hidden
missing piece
The sewing of pages
she continues to bind
in her sleep
along a strong spine
turning and folding stories
uncommon ne'er sublime
their spelt magic
grows majestically spoilt
seeded from a sweet perfume
conducting intoxicating notes
stories flying black-winged
off all the slippery knaves
and wax-sealed pages
like ebony feathers
mummerating starlings
turn into suffocating
dream stealing
king crows smiling maces
She the Smythsewer
laying tenuous imprints
for a new road home
He the myth Beyond
shakes the game board
peace in pieces, a long forgotten song
the chance card thrown
the blanket of romance
thundering over a stormy mind grows
patch worked with glassed-in
jarred ghost bees, the old
puzzle of a story stomped on
He places his feet
firmly between hers
closing in on time
Beyond takes her hand
And sensually whispers
along all her fairest fears
sweeping all pieces off her
tattered story board
fallen irretrievable
forgotten
left lacking
on the harsh floor
Cum dederit
dilectis suis somnum,
Ecce haereditas
to the tune of fate
there is so much more
the words are sewn and sung
the child in time fled
long gone, as if all was pure fantasy
destiny arrives supernaturally too soon
Time for a new story
He says darkly
and swiftly closes
Past’s door.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
The Puzzle of life
The puzzle of life is there for you,
ancient texts, part of the larger view,
the Karma view of sow and you reap,
vengeance for his murdered sheep,
thoughts of the Master-mind for you.
The spirit bank holds seven billion souls,
Where else from, babies join the fold,
To get it right, to fit the mold,
To rise up the 7 levels,
To finally get to heaven,
Or so I’m being told.
Different places, different rules,
Monogamy, Mormon or solitary fool,
Flexible to fit a Hill Billy old mate,
To get em lined up at the judgement gate,
To stop the murderous duels.
First born of our God was he,
Adam, Christ and Budda see,
Many times returned to us ,
Many times more he must,
Our just Lord of eternity.
Don Johnson
stuck on a
branch
stuck on a
thought
stuck here,
no key to
let out
just a whole dug
by an elusive
voice
straighten the damn shovel
the whole
wont fill
only an empty face
that can feel