Best Seemingly Poems
Written for the sole
purpose of proving to the
world that I am still
Very much alive
and not lying in a ditch
with my spleen missing.
Not yet anyways.
*Cue diabolical laughs
and evil music*
The first three stanzas
belong on the title bar.
now for the poem!
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Chocolate-y, milky, yummy!
I scream for ice cream!!
Something Seemingly Insignificant and Unexpected Changed My Life Poetry Contest
I was gratefully raised in a talented musical family,
Chords and B-sharps were heard many times,
Such beautiful memories full of sweet melodies,
While I sat in my room writing my own rhymes.
One day in high school I decided to flip a coin,
On which instrument should I learn to play?
It was between the guitar and tuba horn,
Little did I know my heart would change that day.
I chose the guitar to take my soul on a flight,
A sounding board echoing through my essence,
I knew instantly my winsome decision I made was right,
So I worked hard and took delightful guitar lessons.
I learned harmonies soaring my gifts high to the sky,
As I still held my precious love to become a poetess,
I created compositions of songs, made mamma cry,
I knew from me she wouldn’t expect anything less.
Euphonies were conceived using God given gifts,
Lyrics with rhymes written out of my love for life,
Added to my heartfelt verses were my guitar rifts’,
For I know deep down I’ve never felt so freely alive.
From a small coin was born a natural way of living,
I became a lyricist writing melodies dear to my spirit,
For now, I am a versifier with my soul’s songs given,
My quintessence spreads my words for all to hear it.
Date Written: June 22, 2016
"where do dreams come from?"
he lifted his head, perplexed,
and replied: "nowhere."
A lake,long,long like a rope.
It shakes lightly from the effect of the breeze.
It's seemingly peaceful like a sleeping suckling babe.
Beside it,are greenish herbs and shrubs.
Passersby stop to take a glimpse.
The goose takes a peep,
The feathery duckling never ceases to play on it.
The other bird,dove and her likes,
fly over it on their return home at dawn.
Puppy lovers long to sit by it just after noon.
It has its source from the lowly fount of the north,
to the rocky edge of the south of the village.
All love the long,long lake.
December 28,2016.
Load-shedding be done I don't give a damn
Because Kayleigh just taught me
People are both the electricity and
the juice
The bringer and breather of new
joy and the light into someone you
love and treasure in this life
And what I need in order for for
me to able to put my head down
on my pillow and sleep peacefully
at night myself when I go to bed
If only to dream and wish you we're
here with me in person instead
And to tell me yourself and have you
smile at me exactly like your grandad did to you
That you still remember to this very day
and only just told me yesterday
That sorry is a badly drawn stick picture
of a a fish
That doesn't make sense to a child until
the day they eventually grow up and
fully understand the actual true meaning
of it
Something are as simple as a smile and a hug
That no 1 on earth but you can ever understand
let alone try to explain put a meaning or price upon
Unless you are 1 of those blessed lucky few who
have actually experienced such a beautiful precious
thing as the truest form of love
Because life at it's most cruelest and worst
can take and steal almost everything away
from you and leave you with nothing
Apart and but from that because that is yours
to possess and own alone and can never be
given or taken back
Until the very moment you finally find
yourself in the presence of death
And at that point it's the only thing that
provides any form of solace and so
comfort's you
Spring starts with icicles dripping,
as tepid rays of sunshine warm the air.
And city cars are abandoned for bicycles
as temperatures rise
from freezing to mild.
Spring's warmth triggers
tulips, daffodils, and snowdrops
to poke their heads through the thawed ground,
seemingly overnight.
And from blades of grass to emerald leaves,
Nature inks the landscape
in multiple shades of green.
Suddenly, spectacular colors emerge;
scarlets, pinks, yellows, blues, and purples,
are but a few gleaned from Spring's palette.
The twittering songbirds have all returned,
tweeting tunes that decry the length of Winter's rule.
And a lune's eerie, haunting call
once more echoes across the northern lakes.
For the ice-free waters welcomed them back
when Winter gave way to Spring.
They penetrate our lands and they pollute our waters,
All while they rape our mothers and daughters.
Hungrily they trek through our minds dripped in honey,
To disguise the propaganda that feeds off our money.
Not just corporations and stores will confuse us,
But also the governing peoples who'll use us.
Our pineal glands will show us the way through,
The laws and restrictions that keep us subdue.
Fluoride is poisoning us so we will not see,
The answers from above, the land, and the sea.
Are we but helpless? It does seem to be so.
But each little bit counts, so we'll learn and we'll grow.
Do you ever stop and wonder about that seemingly perfect girl?
Does she ever feel unloved,
Imperfect?
Hardly, isn't that me?
Is it possible to always have good hair days?
And never get those feelings of self doubt
Feeling alone,
Scared
Hopeless
And tired of it all
She couldn't possibly feel the same things as me,
That "perfect girl"
could she?
How often do we ignore the look of pain in her eyes
For you must look quite closely,
Under all those fancy clothes and makeup
Her pain is hidden under that seemingly happy,
But in reality, plastic smile
She may be hurting deep inside from a breakup,
Problems at home,
that no one knows about
She really wants so badly to be cared for,
Don't we all?
If only we all took more time to show concern for others,
And not just ourselves...
Someday reach out with a touch of genuine love,
And just see,
If you can brighten the day of a lost and broken soul
You may not be as different
As you think
From that seemingly, perfect girl
Questions
With
Impossible answers
May introduce
Not knowing
Into the story
Teasing a freedom
Seemingly missing...
How oft must the Seemingly Blind witness the act of Pathetically Hidden Fascinations,
Seemingly Stolen Stares and, lest not forget,
the Ever-Quick Dismissals of Spilt Emotions with the onset of Guilt.
Surely the Blind would Blush for the facade leaves much to be...
No! Of course there is no room for Desire here! It is currently pursuing its own Lust.
The Seemingly-Blind left with the Gift of Front-Row-Seating.
Tiresome it is...
So very weary the Seemingly Blind Soul,
the Unpleasantness of Human-Nature thrust upon it…
so Heavy to bear.
How Bitter the taste of your Sweetly-Stained-Cruelty.
How Grief-Stricken the Silenced-Cries of Seemingly-Blind-Souls echo through your Cold, Dismissive and Annoyed… “love”...?
Self-Denial might be rife within you, but know this:
My Love Languishes within this Dismissive, Reward-Based love…
Your Passively Silent Torture…
Your… “love”…?
On the the brink of change
Vague yes but rearranged
At the edge but with a grin
Not some grim hypocrisy
It might seem like a phase
You said "Grow up and act your age!"
But I reciprocated
While you elated, confiscating
I may not seem enraged
But the seam has burst this rotting cage
And now I've been unleashed
Only to see that I can breath
Insanity's cold touch
Has softened up this bleeding crutch
To gain a new perspective
Convey to you I've had enough
Freedom in knowing
Although some things never change,
Neither always same.
I don't care about
the so called grand design
once again I'll shout
screw your subtle sign!
and I don't give a ____
about the changing of the season
nor how the pieces fit
I just want a reason!
a reason for such pain
and for this lack of mercy
this design is insane
oh, here comes the controversy
maybe I'm dysfunctional
living in distortions
maybe I'm too emotional
but I'm tired of life's contortions
can't even catch my breath
before another flood comes my way
damn it, life, I'm sick to death
of the awful games you play!
I've been penning sentence years,
my blood seems made of ink.
With every vowel and consonant,
my letters true I think.
I dream out loud the alphabet,
paragraphicaly it streams.
How true it is,
its me and pen,
that make the paper scream.
I'm a poet so it seems...
Seemingly Through Space
The Vampire stood at a viewpoint
gazing at the stars.
They were utterly still--cold,
harsh light without Earth's atmosphere
to make it twinkle.
Nuclear explosion nearly destroyed the Earth
several years ago,
and now the images are left unperturbed
No where to feed,
no one to bleed,
Now traveling seemingly through space,
looking, haunting,
remembering he doesn't die,
no cure,
no pure,
only to endure,
The Vampire's cry.