Best Secondary Poems
Royalty
Wisdom
Ripe Fruit
Mopar Paint
Intense Passion
Categories:
secondary, art
Form:
Free verse
Silence amplifies, increasing the void in my life.
Iambic pain, is the rhythm of my broken heart.
Day after day, I remember your infectious smile.
Eventually, I’ll forget the pain of losing you.
Eagerness still dwells in my soul, though I’m
Feeling impatient of living this miserable way.
Facing the world without your love,
Experiencing the pain of lovers past,
Cradled to the only memories of happiness,
Thinking of the times we shared, I’m plagued with the
Side effects of loving you.
Categories:
secondary, lost lovepain,
Form:
Acrostic
Freedom flew in like a whistle blower
I saw freedom in numbers by the score
I am vigilant twenty four seven
Forgive as much as you're forgiven
Good stewards don't play the numbers game
Time paused and watched me play and lost again
I saw numbers everywhere I looked
Everything electronics had me hooked
I saw numbers high and low as I drove
Aged winnings had me paying for a stove
I fell and climbed high from the number's game
The devil's trick is to drive us insane
Numbers dared to scream from soft silent clouds
One day my prayer was heard. Problem was solved.
*
Categories:
secondary, addiction, celebration, confidence, conflict,
Form:
Bio
Day 3
The storm still having the upper hand is at large
Narrator
Inquisitive teacher noted this peculiar youngster is very hyper, yet again autism could play a major role factor in his abnormal behavior .
Rain drops on the window go in rhythm with the clock ticking and the School’s old floor board start a creaking .
Narrator
She acts deliberately and grabs her whistle for emergencies.She blows as loud as she could
Inquisitive teacher
” You stop right there youngster, I just wanna help you”
The sky lights up with a flash of lightening. It felt as if the earth shook.
Narrator
The kids start screaming. Great she thinks. Turns her attention back to the youngster. He falls to the ground and covers his ears as he could be hyperventilating? He never seems to amaze her. She thinks about grabbing him in a nurturing way but it's a teacher student policy not to .She gets on her knee at eye level and brings her voice tone down a notch. He's rocking back and forth with his breathing calming down .
Inquisitive teacher
”Calm down your breathing, calm, calm down .”
” I'm here, calm down ”
Youngster
He looks up at her and says ” I don't want to go home to that scary man! ”
Inquisitive teacher
”what scary man, Youngster?”
Narrator
He looks her in the eye and pulls in closer to her.
Youngster
” he hates me, yells at me and when Mama goes to sleep he likes to come in to my room at night and..
The lights go out and hail starts a coming down fiercely
To be continued
Categories:
secondary, anxiety, boy, child, class,
Form:
When money is a secondary consideration,
There is joy throughout the nation,
With many looking forward without trepidation.
When money is a secondary consideration,
There will be less people suffering from constipation,
With better products for any situation.
When money is a secondary consideration,
There will be increased job satisfaction,
With fewer unable to function.
When money becomes a secondary consideration,
There will be fewer cases involving heart palpitation,
With balancing the books a less formal occasion.
When money becomes a secondary situation,
There will be less waste generation,
With less temptation.
When money becomes a secondary consideration,
There will be more co-operation,
With a higher rate of production.
When money becomes a secondary consideration,
There will be less degradation,
With a lot more consideration.
Categories:
secondary, appreciation, baptism, blessing, caregiving,
Form:
Terza Rima
You're nothing but wisps of a memory
It's beyond me to picture your face
It's futile to try and remember
When you never left me a trace
But we all have something inside us
It's called a secondary attention
Dark chambers of dreams long forgotten
It matures in hallucination
A collection of moments we misplaced
Occasions consigned to oblivion
Minutes and dates we distreasured
And sins we wish were forgiven
For within these brief recollections
Your face reappears clear as day
Til reality strikes like a python
And your features fade back to grey
Categories:
secondary, imagination, me,
Form:
Rhyme
I gave my all to thee
then fell to my knees
feeling robbed.
I was given Risperdal
that released me of rage
against my foolish ways
floating on cloud nine
that held my self-centered ways at bay.
I had to have thee
loving little old me
as if tulips held the power and smell of love.
I was not alone; and
clamored to your kindness
yes, the number of times you arrived
dressing me anew
driving me to banquets
my heart was in it for all the wrong reasons:
the loss of my eldest brother
the loss of my eldest sister
the shedding of addiction skin.
I gave my all to thee, and
I feared you left me dangling.
I threw lemon merengue pie in your face, and
learned a lot about love, and spiritual maturity.
It's true you drove from New York to big sky country
seeing for yourself I was fully wedded.
*
Categories:
secondary, addiction, anger, black love,
Form:
Bio
huge Christmas gifts
conspicuous consumption~
boxes house homeless
11/20/2021
Categories:
secondary, christmas, imagery, poverty,
Form:
Haiku
She may walk among
untrodden ways.
But beware,
your trips and slips,
face first slides into reality
Not always your own doing
Is ever present
Always lurking.
Tight rope walking over well
worn paths.
Danger lurks in the familiar.
He who made the lamb made
thee.
The falcon trusts the falconer
And so returns with retracted
claws.
Like we must return the
innocence
We stole from whom
but could not use.
Some do it with a lethal sword
The familiar prefer a kiss
All to exact a balance of power
Be careful for what you wish.
Categories:
secondary, poets
Form:
Free verse
Day 2 Weekly Thriller
Narrator
All through the night, this Inquisitive teacher thought up of new a project for this troubled youngster in her class.
The weather from yesterdays storm kept the generator repeatedly trying to generate as the lights kept going out
Inquisitive Teacher
''Good morning class, now let's have a seat!''
''Today we are doing finger painting with all sort's of different color's , you can draw whatever you would like.''
Narrator
The class jump up and cheer . She's looking at youngster but no emotions showed. Did he lack such emotions or ? Yesterday his eyes were transfixed yet coherent . He approached her as he tugs on her skirt. She bends down as she looks him in the eye . A scratch below his eye she notice.
He as well notices her looking in awareness so he turns away and runs screaming causing a commotion towards the class room.His scream kinda made her jump. Now shes really alarmed.
A bird slammed into the already cracked window as the generator gave out
Inquisitive Teacher
" You get back here youngster!''
Narrator
He starts thinking its a game of tag .He starts screaming , "No, stay away"
to be continued tomorrow
Categories:
secondary, anxiety, boy, character, child,
Form:
Had I delved deep into The Word
I would have heard,
It wasn't from beyond the cloud
My first winnings were as large as the devil's lure
I wrote the slips; swiped my Visa sure as true grit
Now I know for sure, God was not in it.
I've been playing numbers that
Played against the enemy that was me
Winnings coming out of no where held me in suspense
I was washed in sea of nonsense.
Then came the blues
It knocked me to my knees
It drenched me to tears
It caused my heart to fear, until
I felt the power and warmth of answered prayers.
Now, I am free!
I feel it in my being
I feel it in my bones and marrow
I feel it inside sinews of my soul,
Yes, I am free!!
My riches flowed from beyond the clouds
When I was a child, my grandmother fed us from her winnings
My winnings surpassed the look of blank slips, because
I am free as a bird facing new victory
Free, free, free!
*
Categories:
secondary, abuse, addiction, anger, blessing,
Form:
Bio
A fat older man from New Delhi
Had much trouble seeing his willie
He tried to lose enough weight
Alas, it was not his fate
So he posed for Buddha on telly.
written July 15, 2021
Categories:
secondary, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Day 1 Weekly Thriller
Narrator
As the youngster blinked a little more often firstly this morning
The inquisitively teacher as she very much looked, noted, as asked
The wind was very windy today , making sorts of noise
Inquisitive Teacher
" Is something the matter with your eye's youngster ?''
The wind knocked a branch of to the window of the class room,
the kids all screamed
Narrator
Witnessing the youngster trying to blink back tear's as if ready to save a sadly
exposed fire. Again as her question was all but most intelligently non
questioned upon . On par , as one could be , more or less. Inquisitive teacher predicted upon herself . May another say passive aggressive she may be so.
Silent word's been by looked beyond a feeling gave her a shiver. Brought by coldness of word's becoming both retrospectively doublet responses.
All of a sudden the lights go out, screams were silent but heard through out the school
Inquisitive Teacher
" Now, let's have a seat " as she's shushing with a hand gesture
Narrator
Duration of this unexpected day was mere analyzing this subjective subject whom was her student . No more , no less. Her heart felt troubled yet heroically toward's the psychological next step .....to be continued
Categories:
secondary, adventure, anxiety, character, child,
Form:
Day#4
Inquisitive Teacher
"What do you mean he comes into your room at night , and touches you ?''
Weather Announcement
Hale the size of gum ball's start to drop as if a meteor of shower's were to greet our entity. The humidity felt overwhelming, exhaustion rushed all
Editorial Omniscient Editorial
Teacher turn's around to see her class group together with big innocent eye's.
She take's a step closer pulling her knotted hair back into place.
Youngster
''When Mama fall's asleep he come's into my room to play a game , he call's it a nice touching game."
Inquisitive Teacher
"What kind of game ?" furrowing her brow's anxiously she inclined. Just then the town alarm start's sounding. Alarming everyone to duck for cover.
Youngster
"Mama's sick and we can't hurt her , I wanna , I need to go home to Mama!" He start's wailing with his hand's in the all crazy , rocking back and forth.
AS A WRITER , I DO APOLOGIZE ON MY BEHALF FOR MY FIRST WEEKLY THRILLER , AS MORE THEN SINCERELY IT'S UN PROFESSIONAL TO NOT CHALLENGE MYSELF AND POST DAILY AS I'M SUPPOSE TO ... I WILL BE MORE DEDICATED TO MY READER'S ..... APRIL LADAWN BELIN International Writer/ Poet
Categories:
secondary, confusion, hope, imagery, innocence,
Form:
Day 6
Omniscient Editorial
The knock on the door made everyone's head turn .
Youngster
" Mama"
Youngster Mama
" Bruce , you forgot your lunch sweetie "
Youngster
He frowns a little as he looks her up and down not recognizing his mother.
Narrator
Youngster questions his mother's appealing look , stops in his tracks and takes a step backwards. On his 4th step back , he turns to Inquisitive teacher
Weather
The Sun is out it seems
Teacher hears a lightening
Youngster hears birds chirping
Youngsters Mama hears echos
Youngster
" That's not my Mama, look at her eyes and she's not singing "
Teacher Inquisitive
Confusion overwhelmed the look out of Youngster, she grabbed her hands out ,
" what?"
Youngster Mama
" Now you know the rule's , dont you run from me, look's like we got another participant"
Second Narrator
The lights in the classroom start flickering on and off , the kids start screaming.
Youngsters Mama starts running madly
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Categories:
secondary, anger, betrayal, boy, child,
Form: