Best Remark Poems
Sitting on the chair ,combing her lustrous hair
awaiting for her love to caress her,
lost in the thoughts of their togetherness.
But suddenly the room turned dark,
she heard footsteps and through the
light from the windows she could see a shadow
she jumped on to her chair with fast pounding heart
and felt a tap on the shoulder,freaked out
looked at the person--
it was her BOSS who woke her up from her fantasy,
looking furious ,asked her to finish the project.
PS:
Written for the contest:Visualize,scrutinize and Remark
Written Date:11-3-2016
The add said," Need model, eight hours, no nudes
No mention anywhere about bringing toe shoes
I should've taken a moment to pin up my bangs
These artists must be thinking I look rather strange
It would've been easier in a different pose
They draw so slowly and I feel quite exposed
These cramps in my toes are really starting to ache
Now I'm wondering how long before I get a break
The man said five hundred dollars is what the job pays
Which is good because I won't be walking for days
by Daniel Turner
What rising doubt does cast such fear
That wills I dare not sink to feel,
But take to heights above harms reach
From that first step to tempt my fate.
I cling to pain, this bond so real, that knows,
This is my next best chance to fail.
03/05/2016
forget everything you know – that shouldn’t take too long
Melting off your tongue
Maliciously sweet words
Dripping from your lips
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M-ost
A-mazing
R-emark
I-s
S-aid
A-s
N-ote
U-ses
L-esson
A-bout
O-bedience
Topic: Birthday of Maris E. Anulao (March 11)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
C-onstructive
R-emark
I-s
S-howed
T-o
Y-our
M-ind
A-s
N-ice
C-omment
I-s
O-btained
Topic: Birthday of Cristy Mancio (May 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
...inspired by 'The Meaning Of Life' by Allen Tate
Breezes blow
and larks sing sweet,
there's magic in the air,
yet a sense of something rumbling.
On the surface we are carefree,
yet within there's something mumbling.
The sacraments we live by are
a solace to our souls and humbling,
yet the grumbling never hesitates
to aggravate, and crumble our composure.
The cruel word, the savage act
are gestures that will damage us,
and cast us in the dark.
Safe in our cocoons we stay,
the everyday a constant
'til a brief encounter weakens us,
the pain will leave its mark
and we go tumbling
to the depths of insecurity,
what price the loose remark?
You see me holding myself high
You just don’t know how much I want to die.
The pain has stabbed me in the heart
I can’t take another Remark
All you do sleep all day,
You work at night and we never play.
Like we did back in the day
We threw that baseball
And bailed hay.
Now you drink
And sit at home
Mom does everything at home.
I’m never there because I’m scared
You might beat me or make me scared.
So when I’m gone off to college.
You’ll sit at home with a broken heart.
And wonder why I left that remark.
“GO TO HELL”
...inspired by 'The Meaning Of Life' by Allen Tate
Breezes blow
and larks sing sweet,
there's magic in the air,
yet a sense of something rumbling.
On the surface we are carefree,
yet within there's something mumbling.
The sacraments we live by are
a solace to our souls and humbling,
yet the grumbling never hesitates
to aggravate, and crumble our composure.
The cruel word, the savage act
are gestures that will damage us,
and cast us in the dark.
Safe in our cocoons we stay,
the everyday a constant
'til a brief encounter weakens us,
the pain will leave its mark
and we go tumbling
to the depths of insecurity,
what price the loose remark?
M-eaning
I-n
N-ame
E-ndorses
R-emembrance
V-irtuously
A-pplying
G-ood
I-dea's
R-emark
O-r
N-ote
Topic: Birthday of Minerva S. Giron (March 06)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-y
A-nnual
R-emembrance
I-mply
T-he
E-ssential
S-entence
D-eploying
E-uphoric
L-ines
A-bout
C-heerful
R-emark
U-nder
Z-estfulness
Topic: Birthday of Marites F. Dela Cruz (January 08)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-oyful
E-xpression’s
S-entence
U-ses
S-ensible
S-tatement
O-f
B-rilliant
R-emark
E-mploying
V-irtuous
I-dea’s
L-ikable
L-etter
A-nnually
Topic: Birthday of Jesus D. Sobrevilla (January 09)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Words fail to match the beauty of the park
The magic stillness of the early autumn day
Leaves fall across your smile, completing your remark
Leaving me speechless in this colourful decay
The trees look tall in their patchy outfit
Lone robin sings somewhere in the height
So shall we go, before the dusk commits
Its usual crime, obscuring the daylight.
F-abulous
R-eader
E-njoys
D-elightful
P-oem
U-sing
R-emark
A-nd
L-ike
Topic: Birthday of Fred Pural (December 31)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic