Best Scopes Poems
A thought of the past flies condemned by the wind.
No more released than held deep within.
Bringing to surface this pain and this guilt,
And so I must now face this bridge I have built.
Regardless of truth, of fact, or of lie.
Its faith that brings light to an old midnight sky.
Awake or asleep, my conscience still follows.
Behind broken dreams, my future scopes hollow.
In time of redemption, of fear, and of hope.
It is truly my chance to tighten the rope.
Hung like a noose, yet closed like a cell.
My feelings of somber reroute me through hell.
Starting to win, or winning to start.
An uncertain heart starts drifting apart.
Put me to sleep, but don't close my eyes,
for i wish to see my thoughts as they fly.
Categories:
scopes, depressionme,
Form:
Free verse
#68. MOON WINK
I took a trip for fun,
between the Earth and Sun,
slid quietly between,
the star sun's scarlet sheen,
from its radiant show,
and in it's earthly glow.
I cast misty shadows,
on planet's green meadows,
and people took up hands,
like stretchy rubber bands,
to greet me with great joy,
like a new kite or toy.
Metallic ships went by,
with sunbursts on the fly,
between planet and star,
I'm incredibly far,
I’m always just right here,
with the sun over there.
Your sable shades cloaked earthly eyes,
I heard the awe of your surprise,
I felt a popularity,
of power all had come to see,
I'd be like the great Houdini,
hide the sun and make it teeny.
I blocked the amber sun from view,
and cast dark shadows over you,
a coyote barked a gentle cough,
and Venus slid her blanket off,
the crickets sang, but not for long,
the Sun insisted, I was wrong.
Then out it came with dazzled light,
a Sun cracked smile of spewing fright,
a cheshire grin of searing heat,
red with anger and blind conceit,
he hid from me all Earth's creatures,
with fuzzy dim, blue-green features.
Then, I saw you'd all gone,
with the Sun turned back on,
you loud creatures all clapped,
with my next route well mapped,
for the light had returned,
and my dark magic spurned,
as the lesser soft light,
when you seek me at night.
Then you said you were done,
with your star studded fun,
with cameras and scopes,
and space colored hopes,
a quick jump to that car,
you lost me and the star.
On a soft summer night,
with gold glints of starlight,
look me full in the face,
as I beam from my place,
then, wave long as you think,
what I hid in a wink.
-Edlynn Nau
© August 25, 2017
Categories:
scopes, earth, humor, moon, relationship,
Form:
Personification
All I have to offer is this cigar
and clay cup of whiskey that’s not so bad.
Hides are loaded, sir, thought you would be glad
We’re ready to sail at first evening star.
Rounding the Cape at this late time of year
is dangerous but can be done, no fear.
Hold’s filled with hides, men have done their duty
things are shipshape, sir, hides are thoroughly dried.
no wasters here, we’ll catch the evening’s tide.
They’ll pay good price for California’s pride.
Boston ‘wants prime leather for boots and shoes,
this ship will give them what they want to choose
With scopes they’ll watch for our then arrival
Making wagers what ship will make birth first,
losers with naught but dry and angry thirst.
Owner thankful for his ship’s survival
and happy he’s first to sell at market
With many buys filling his vest pocket
Categories:
scopes, business,
Form:
Rhyme
Peace or Problems
Do we want peace or just more problems? Whatever shall it be?
We will always have our differences, that is a strength for all to see.
There are countries in this world, where freedom has all been lost.
This happens when people are unarmed, it ends with a terrible cost.
If you lived in North Dakota, you would never have such fear.
We are armed with rifles and scopes, which are used for hunting deer.
I have made running headshots for years, many over 300 yards.
There are 30 guns in my home, government control is not in the cards.
Every household out here is armed, some more heavily than mine.
If I ever run out of ammo, I have strong dogs who will hold the line.
I have no fear of government, this is my home, and I will never run.
We will always be invincible; I am protected by God and my gun.
We can stay warm without any grid; we know how to live off the land.
We are a formidable force, not just some little boy band.
I think we should all get vaccinated, that is just what I believe.
But I will die for your right to choose, my convictions will never take leave.
Categories:
scopes, america, patriotic,
Form:
Couplet
Without fiery passion,
there is no poetry – Oh,
there are jingles of sorts!
jingles of naughts –
Limericks so on, and on
and on – Rhymes two
three and four, or as many
more; but, for a lyric to
soar, or heavily sink to
depths fond hearts dip
and taste-tally together
explore...there must be
great passion, smothering
smoking, burning passion
or nothing at all:
passion above, passion below
as well as within – to the core
of earth-center while breaching
sky tall...or the poet's words,
the vehicles of his being
the reasons for his feeling
the scopes of his seeing
without such divine-juice
his soul-output sputters
and stalls – spent projectiles
from
conforming
passionless
balls –
Categories:
scopes, passion, perspective, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
Since my life started on earth, I've felt coziness.
You gave me your Infinite joy, vigor, and gladness
You surrender everything and raise your eagerness.
Everything infers that will ruin me of the richness.
Amid day and night, You pour me with your tenderness
My label gathers you with prompt expeditiousness.
At the point when you embrace me, I will fix my bitterness.
My spirit will limitless hold your adoration and kindness.
Your unbroken zeal and your life's aims were spotless.
If you banish, my everlasting love will be boundless.
I'm upset for the occasions I've driven you to sadness.
It is cruel to deny how your caregiving was bottomless.
I can't reestablish your affection's fine effectiveness.
Despite all my defects, your adoration for me was faultless.
I've understood that your affection for me is deathless.
Your adoration for eternal scopes offers me mindfulness.
I love you, Mom. My adoration for you is endless.
Written: June 03, 2021
Categories:
scopes, appreciation, blessing, caregiving, devotion,
Form:
Monorhyme
>It started with a lump you see
By Stanley Russell Harris
(A poetry Soup Honourable Mentioned Poet)
(The New mad Author)
It started with a lump you see.
As I was old, I just thought it part of me.
You know as old age goes.
Middle age spread! Begins to show!
Of course I thought that was just part of me.
Oh! Have already told you that I see.
As time went by, I do not lie you know.
My middle age spread began to grow.
Was not in pain, all was OK.
As was retired and enjoying my days.
Until that day when I did see.
My middle age tummy lump.
Had moved to the left hand side of me.
And that insignificant middle age spread.
Changed my whole life instead.
Of course to my doctor I did go.
Straight to hospital he sent me so.
I wondered why, but I did go.
For a year I had examinations and scopes galore.
My mind a whirl, never knew the score.
Then one day a specialist said to me.
Stanley you have cancer you see.
At that moment my world did stop.
My mind went blank, could not think a lot.
Was a bit like having writers block.
But then I knew nought of that.
And my cancer news was worse than that.
Six years have passed since that sad day.
And thanks to all in our NHS
I am now out of that mess.
OK I might not be quite alright
But of that cancer there is no sight.
I always pray and thank my God.
But the tears still run, I kid you not.
I cannot speak as I use to do.
I do not pass by if you speak as you do.
As if I know how it must affect you.
I know you are feeling just like hell.
I only pray you will soon be well.
So like me you can others tell.
There is life after cancer.
So fight it and get blinking well.
Cancer is life changing I know dam well.
Some go to heaven; I know my sister is one of those.
My turn to join her has been postponed.
I know not why, I did not die.
Was it to say, do not cry?
I do myself I cannot lie.
Surviving is life changing, it has happened to I (Me). <
Categories:
scopes, appreciation, cancer, care, confusion,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream,
Rocky road unto the tin roof, let the chocolate chips
Fall where they may, float me down the river of
Goodie, goodie, mouthwatering spoonful’s of what
You know my friend, Ice cream!!
Double dip me, with peppermint silvers of toppings
Delight, I’m not bashful I’ll taste another delicious
Tasteful bite, of yummy goodie, past the teeth,
Down the throat, look out tummy hear it comes,
The sweetest yum-yum, you’ve ever indulged in,
What is it called, let’s all shout it out, loud and clear,
I scream, you scream, we all scream for Ice cream.
Frozen milk and sugar what a rushes impact left on
Over load, so many variations of pleasure my taste buds
Surrender, unto Baskins-N-Robbin’s ultimate control.
To a fine point pleasure zone, smoothly textured
I’m drooling with anticipations brain freeze.
Chill me to the shaking inner core, I’ll become the
First human living ice cream cone, a chiseled
Ice sculpture smiling within an ice burg of delightful
Bliss, just don’t forget my sprinkles topping, your choose
Of choose.
Scoops at the ready, hear there is no holding back,
Let the squeeze bottles run free at last,
Marshmallows, to milk chocolate flow, I’m
Here for my just deserts repast, licking down
Unto the last drops of flavor are finally gone.
Come on fudge slice me, ice cream man,
Let no truck pass until the final frozen bar
Is shared with every lucky child, whom chases
After your musical vehicle of our childhood
Remembrances dreaming.
Oh sacred is the banana split, the whole grail
Of the summer time treasury treat, three scopes
Of sensations richness, covered by the sweet sauce
Of thy choosers delectable choose, I’m at your
Tender mercy, please take advantage of my
Weakness, for what Ice Cream!!
I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream,
Rocky road unto the tin roof, let the chocolate chips
Fall where they may, float me down the river of
Goodie, goodie, mouthwatering spoonful’s of what
You know my friend, Ice cream!!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
scopes, addiction, food, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
S pacious formation from top to bottom,
P ulses a harvest moon in late autumn.
E lectric Milky Way explodes in space,
C hanging hue spray a blackened canvas face.
T witching stars ignite celestial realm,
A dmitting dazzling gold to overwhelm.
C omets combust across eternal sky,
U nleashing brilliance eyes can’t clarify.
L unar beauty as far as scopes can see,
A llowing man to unlock with magic key;
R eveals vague marvels in our galaxy.
Copyright © 2016 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Categories:
scopes, space, stars,
Form:
Acrostic
Dusk at the Great Swamp* in early Spring
Applauding
at the curve of twilight
you’ll hear them:
tree frogs.
Bending, feigning
one way then the other,
Greek dancers:
trees.
Concentrating keenly,
with spy scopes
on distant rookeries:
birders.
Disturbing the peace
of winter meditation,
rearing herself:
swamp giant.
Kathy Collins
*Great Swamp National
Wildlife Sanctuary
Morris County, NJ
Categories:
scopes, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Prolific and fertile is this grand Earth, our nest,
and out in space, our Galaxies soundly attest
perhaps life just like ours has somehow coalesced
beyond our ordinary scopes of interest-
or maybe life exists that meets our common test.
Mysterious are circumstances only guessed.
What lies in those dark depths of seas where secrets rest?
These gnawing, stimulating thoughts will do their best
to hold attention to our 'unknowns' treasure chest
assuring long-term puzzles are pursued with zest.
When solved, assessed assured, we will have reached a crest
and we'll rejoice in knowing we have met our quest.
Categories:
scopes, mystery, sea, space,
Form:
Monorhyme
For you my dear, of glistening gold and hues of blue,
A mirage created by the constructs of feeble minds.
Our ability to connect is truly frayed, a romance delayed,
Short as the breath of some insectoid, bent on lustful satisfaction.
Are you even real?
If so, very little time is spent on the marvelous experience that is joy.
Pure and free of the adultery which is an office and a cage.
The highways connected like the arteries of some foul beast,
Circulating through the body with the opioids of ignorance and indifference.
How is it that you would like to pronounce my name,
Would you make a gentle song out of it and lull to me sleep?
Or spit at my face with anger and disgust?
I have yet to know the ailments and disease of a life full of unhappiness,
For I have not lived one.
To yearn for your touch in the waking slumber of the schoolyard is to daydream,
But not of my distant hopes and visions of accomplishment.
But of truth, brought forth through the neutrality of time.
It is the waiting game, which I cannot live through,
A wasteland filled with the death of youth and innocence.
Their ghosts, specters that drain from you all the creativity and imagination
Of a child, to alter you into the grotesque twisted form of a worker ant.
Subduing the hearts desires with binds
Made of paychecks and the disillusionment of having importance.
But you are no fake, nor cheap reenactment of some unholy war.
You pulse and vibrate with the magnificence of laughter.
Your tears shred through my dissected emotions.
Freeing me, no, all of us from the confines of having just one feeling.
Broadening our mental scopes,
How can I feel hate and love at once?
We were taught that they were polar opposites, not of the same lineage.
And so I say to you
With the unflinching eyes of man decapitated on the stump of an oak.
That I hate, love, fear, admire, and envy you.
Following your cycle of death and rebirth.
Categories:
scopes, dedication, nature, symbolism,
Form:
Romanticism
Schooling life- a main pursuit to learn,
Is surrounded by various impairments:
As much as catching fun-fill cruises, spurn!
Easier said than done- taking the right turn;
Good enough to measure apt adjustments,
Schooling life- a main pursuit to learn.
Goals avoid suffering consequential burn;
Been on phone longer than reading confronts-
As much as catching fun-fill cruises, spurn!
Aims widen scopes to balance grades concern
"Phone-'let there be light;' book- darkness affronts"
Schooling life- a main pursuit to learn.
Objectives object what football games yearn,
Both on field and view centre attachments,
As much as catching fun-fill cruises, spurn!
Late night matches during exams, pattern
Crying-read sleepy eyes' grace advancements...
Schooling life-a main pursuit to learn,
As much as catching fun-fill cruises, spurn!
Categories:
scopes, anxiety, art, blue, crazy,
Form:
Villanelle
For His blessings for the past, I praise God with all my heart
Trusting Him that this year, His goodness for me will never depart...
Thus, I believe that He will grant each of my desire
And everything that for His honour I earnestly aspire:
To stay constantly in the center of His perfect will
While in His compassion-care I'll keep still;
To fulfill His assigned task for me He has uniquely designed
As in His satisfaction I serenely bask to which I willingly resigned.
Gratefully, I'll worship the Lord this New Year, by His grace
Loving Him with my spirit, soul and strength all the days...
Hence, I yield to Him, upon faith's fervency, my supplication-filled hopes
Knowing that He knows what's best beyond my mind's scopes:
The complete recovery of my Dad's well-being thru His divine miracle healing
Also the full restoration of those who are spiritually ailing, falling and failing;
The remarkable progress and developmental milestones of my special child
As well as those undergoing therapy, rehabilitatively-styled.
By the guidance of the Master, I press on toward victory
Magnifying His name for His exaltation and glory...
Therefore, to His approval do I submit my dreams
Verily aware that His omniscience can overtake my vision-beams:
Foremost is the realization of an ever-ready service-providing foundation
Benefiting mankind thru its effective welfare-geared function;
Another, though not actually impossible, is the wondrous visit to the Holy Land
Where my Saviour humanly resided according to what Sovereign had planned.
Upheld by the wise Creator, I'll serve Him now and onward midst challenges
Since I'm called to live for Him with His power-charges...
So then I cast to Him my worries and doubts for the future
In my faithful stewardship devotion He alone can nurture:
Fruitfulness of ministry-involvement despite hardships
Earnestness of my prayer-consecration thru heavenly partnerships;
Persistence in every discipleship-engagement
Diligence in labouring* for His kingdom's advancement.
*Acts 20:35 I have shewed you all things, how that so labouring ye ought to support the weak, and to remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he said, It is more blessed to give than to receive.
Dramatic Monologue in Couplets
December 27, 2018
Categories:
scopes, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Meek moments meet true love that flows,
Ask for the truth that sets you free;
Urge grace most sweet to help us know,
Note succinct proof that bids us see;
Dream with pure heart the way of poise,
Yeshua broke bread to feed the soul.
Touch that deep art as faith moves choice,
Heed unafraid as love makes whole;
Use your time well to live love's tell,
Reap what you sow as deed now scopes;
So breathe fond dwell as acts weave spell,
Dance fits the show to discern hope;
Apt memory lives love most fond,
Yield what you free as tact now spawns.
Leon Enriquez
13 April 2017
Singapore
Categories:
scopes, change,
Form:
Sonnet