Best Recognize Poems
Sometimes, love feels like a game
devoid of rational rules.
And unsure of what to do,
forces you to play with fools.
Trust can be an illusion,
fraught with insincerity.
For life's empty promises,
tend to obscure clarity.
Loneliness rallies to hope,
fearful of what fate may hold.
And you keep spilling warm tears,
over a heart that's gone cold.
Recognize reality,
don't be misled by a kiss.
And clear your path of half-truths,
to find happiness and bliss.
Though it hurts to walk away,
that first step leads to many.
And your pain will fade with time,
until you won't feel any.
almost touched.
hearts that brushed
in passing.
lasted looks
with drops of rain
amassing.
memories enhanced
twigs of despair
grown to passion branched
cab, puddle, heel, ankle
eyelashes lost
in looks that were tossed
his way.
this day,
started differently.
heartbeats separated
by oceans of city ships
all yellow
lost, in seas
of soulful pain,
but two brushed hearts
in passing, kissed
in the mid-town
summer rain
I scan friends' faces to recognize a friend,
though few comprehend.
Everything I need to know is in their face,
to shun or embrace.
Stifled smiles and constant frowns leave telltale signs,
non-verbal guidelines.
Love's subtle creases, creases a caring face,
where smiles interlace.
While many just pretend or overextend,
I scan friends' faces to recognize a friend.
If I don't answer my phone, it doesn't mean I'm drinking at the club.
But maybe I'm blindly stealing home plate to another woman's heart.
I hate it when people say I'm the one that changed.
Open your eyes! It's just me with a bigger 'fro.
Instead of fighting, I'll direct you to the mirror.
Do you recognize you?
They say real recognize real.
That means you can be selling drugs on the corner of Cherry street and no one would notice
you.
You walk in a candy shop with a bomb on your waist and nobody will ever report.
Lets make things clear. You're not God!
Miracles that seem to take place every day don't revolve around you.
I'm speaking from my heart, man don't take it wrong!
I really wish you were God so you could fix the problems in my life.
ERRANTLY ERRANT
There once be a pair
They met in a park
In the darkness of despair
And suddenly a spark
But an errant flame this would be
Alas, a lady’s lad and a lovely lass
‘twas on a night two wouldst agree
Each to decree and agree to walk on hot rocks and glass
Oh the sharpened shale of depth be its goal
Leaving their blood as a trail leading to nowhere
And oh the innocence illicit illustrations stole
Yet neither made naked their better judgment nor fear
Each pair of eyes focused on a flickering lamp
Yet minds beset by a "should or shouldn’t they?"
And there midst a misty eve so damp
Was a nighttime which would earnestly earn its pay
And so they rose to stroll somewhere both knew little of
by blindness and bastardized belittlement the two were spurred
No, this kinship was not based on everlasting love
But rather both died of dope is the story I heard
© 2011.….poefree
You seeked the hidden treasure
You wanted to know what your heart truly desired
You wanted to feel those feelings that cannot be measured
So here it is,can't you feel?the bond we share....me! I'm the one you sired
Nothing to be afraid of
Afraid not that i might leave
For this is tough, i am tough
Devotion and love is what you'll receive
I tried making you understand
Tried to talk your way through it
But you just couldn't take a stand
I now know you are not ready to meet
No worries,take your time
Think clearly what you seek
Then if you think you can rhyme the same rhyme
come back to me and let this story reach it's peak.....
He's not a man who runs the streets
He's hard working, and educated
Infect he's a self employed brother
A man who enjoys the best in life
He has good credit, a house, a car
And many other fine things
But he doesn't have any kids or a wife
Now don't get it twisted
He don't have any problems
In the romance department
Because he's a ladies pleaser
Very easy on her eyes
He makes woman wink in the knees
And moist between her thighs
He's strong, confident, and built like a statue
With just one weak, or a smile
Ladies, he'll bring the closet freak out in you
He's known for taking
That woman that calls herself
A man eater and transforming her
From the man eating lioness that she calls herself
Into a mild little pussycat
And leave her broken hearted
Now ladies,
You call yourselves a man eater
C'mon is that what you really think of yourself
Because when I think of the term 'man eater'
I completely think of something else
I think of a smart ass business woman
Using herself, to run game on men for sex and money
That sounds like a smart as prostitute to me
Now brothers isn't that funny
come sit with me a while, my darling
beneath this apple tree
come sit with me, my sweetheart
do you not recognize me
come sit and keep me company, my love
i’ll welcome you every season of the year
come sit with me, my precious
i’ll listen as you pour your heart to me
AP: 3rd place 2022
i often find myself having trouble articulating my words
my sentences get stuck in me and hide beneath my tongue as they slur out of my mouth,
so i refrain from speaking
i find my needle and thread and stitch up my mouth before my words become more confusing than they already are,
but then my thoughts are trapped
they push at the ceilings of my head, banging and banging, trying to escape
i rub my head trying to calm my brain as the headache grows stronger,
but my thoughts will not rest until they can break the stitch on my lips
they will not stop fighting for an escape until the top of my head flips open like a chest that soon reveals all the treasures inside
i disguise my brain as black to cover up the plethora of colors begging to be seen
the thoughts are too strong, too bright, too different
they won’t give up
my words will never surrender the battle of breaking open my head until they can flow out like a tidal wave, no matter how messy or destructive,
my words will be recognized.
m.r.
Sometimes the whole world
has to see your faults before
you recognize them
We want you ? Never a smile upon that face and why not
This is serious business; cradling their shores of, never more....
It's a family tradition; rock-a-by baby with their golden google eyes ?
Sailing across her sea ninety degrees separated from another's blood shot cries
Insidious this nature when one lay amid the bed be wickedness; arranged weddings
Predestined manifestations crashing waves their ushering tides ? Whoredom's lullabies
Building cities atop love's wakes ? Beacon lights illusions fate lessons learned a bit too late.
I recognized the hand immediately
Daddy never used cursive
He dropped out of school in eighth grade.
He always printed.
Maybe he forgot cursive?
His blocky dark blue letters were put painstakingly onto a page.
He wrote his memoirs more than once.
Having Alzheimer’s in the end, he forgot what he had already written.
The pages are a bit faded now, but the penmanship is Daddy’s.
He is braggadocio about the southside gang.
His pals and he.shooting rats in the city dump and chasing cats
their exploits captured for anyone who chooses to read about them.
My twin sister and I are probably the only two who ever will.
I doubt our children will be interested.
They never have been.
They haven’t even read my exploits.
Which I write daily.
I begin to read, recognizing most of the words.
As I have read this notebook many times since his death in 2014.
Smirking in fathoms of my heart,
I grimaced inntricately,
at the inane manner that you glued your eyes to me,
do you comprehend the null that voided deep.
I would not opine that knived and wounded I was,
the pain was dull and yet enormous,
it felt yet did not ennerve my supinity,
you thought I was a heap of garbage flea'd and bled.
Run and run as I do I do in spheres,
the meaning enduring for timeless slices of seconds,
It still is an unending maze,
why in the heavens you had me to ground razed.
All that was asked-a little vestige of empathy,
and a friendly slight of eyes,
if those eyes had smiled just a little,
I would have felt bigger than the present puny,worthless and little.
Everything you said you’d be
yet I didn’t believe
years of being unworthy
changed for me.
repeating a past unwanted
stood still once confronted
with losing real
first I had to feel.
numb far too long
neglecting Love became wrong.
how else can I explain
the need to change.
when you recognize your soul
there is no letting go.
waiting for consistency
already there
thanking God being spared
of worry from you
Love is True.
Once you recognize
All doors open within
instantly my best friend.
no replacement exists
confirmed with each kiss.
Our souls touched through time
finally as one mind.
bringing comfort in our dreams
past, present doesn’t matter
we are free…finally.
teaching a different pride
I recognize
each promise
you’ve fullfilled with ease
had to just wait
allowing perfect peace.
Finally remembering your eyes
comforting me in time of need
way before you knew me.
-Symphony