Best Self Explanatory Poems
Hymns of salvation
That my own body
is my greatest enemy
was unknown to me.
Deluded,
O Lord, I was reveling in its pleasures.
The ones that
do not listen to Your tales,
never speak the truth and won’t feed the starving,
worry not about what is right and what’s not,
would not obey the Guru,
do not remember Your name;
O God, why should anyone care if such folks
are alive or dead.
O God, fed up we all are
kinsfolk with weeping ,
relatives with cremating ,
moms with giving birth ,
I with getting born.
20/Nov/12
Form: “Suzette Prime” with the syllable count, per line, of 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13 etc , all Prime numbers.
For: Su Crous’ Prime numbers and Philosophy contest.
By: S.Jagathsimhan Nair.
* The philosophy of the poem is borrowed from the hymns ( in Tamil) sung by one of our( Indian) saints named” PATTINATHAR”, revered for his words of wisdom and deeds of miracles. The reference in the 3rd stanza is to the innumerable incarnations each soul has to go through, age after age, till it gets freed from the cycle of births and deaths on attainment of salvation. Here he is praying to God for his own salvation : ” In this never ending cycle of births and deaths ; times without number, have my close relations wept for me whenever I died, my near ones cremated me as many times; times without number, mothers gave birth to me and times without number I was born into this world. We are all totally fed up, going through this process repeating itself again and again. O God, deliver me once and for all from this terrible fate”.
Stanzas 1 and 2 are self-explanatory.
For SKAT's contest on 15 Jun 13
The ups of relationships are self- explanatory
But you shouldn’t force your partner to say it in a hurry
When people fall in love they think their feelings will remain
They never mention all the confusion, all the heartache and pain
What will you do when you’re in love, but that person doesn’t love you back?
You’ll feel all alone, and you don’t know how to act
Love is a very powerful word, but you use it in vain
You say you love them, but you feel like you have nothing to gain
When you experience the ups of love you feel like you rule the world
You feel like you wouldn’t trade your partner in for all the riches, diamonds, and pearls
You can’t put a put a price tag on love, but you try to
You feel deceived when that person runs out on you
In the beginning you felt like that person swept you off you feet
But at the end you realize all their wrong doings just repeat
Falling in love isn’t a decision that you can make
So don’t deprive people of not wanting to love, because you caused their heart to break
The writer I am in my dreams
is more sophisticated than I am
and sees the world as an untold story
I mainly see the footsteps behind me
Where I stepped softly so as not to call attention to myself
this writer conjures volumes about the man on the bus
who has a scar on his face five inches long
she elaborates on his life with gifted prose
he is a pilot shot down in Vietnam
guerillas gave him a scar and set him free
he used to be a lion tamer
that one is self-explanatory
I simply cannot stop staring at his scar and wonder
does it bother him to have such a mark?
The writer I am in my dreams
has perfect time management
goes to work, attends class
has a beau
moves from day to day
finds time for friends and play
hobbies and exercise
dance class and likewise
the writer I am in my dreams
her words are clear and precise
they don't feel like empty thoughts on a page
they don't sound immature
her words and statements work
they don't get in her way and make her mind spin
and conjure up thoughts of self-worth
they whirl around the room and
whisper about the unimagined
they dialogue with rhyme and wit
and they always converse graciously
the writer I am in my dreams
I wake up and pray to be
and sometimes my prayers are answered
maternal instincts
miraculously unique
precious gift of life
NOTE: According to fellow PoetrySoup member, Charles Henderson, "Haiku is a serious poem in that it is a true mental picture projected by one or more of the five natural senses. It is considered Objective when written as though the writer were outside of the poem looking in. All the words are self explanatory, in the sense they are words which elicit a reaction in one or more of the reader's five senses, see, hear, touch, taste, smell. The reader has no other obligation in the poem. Only to read it and have one or more of those responses."
My original was revised with his help to make Lines 1 and 2 connect easier and to make poem objective. Haiku has 3 lines and 2 statements. I kept the 5-7-5 syllable count because I prefer that. I cannot thank Charles enough for his lessons and help.
murky fog descends
around constant worrier
faith less visible
NOTE: According to fellow PoetrySoup member, Charles Henderson, "Haiku is a serious poem in that it is a true mental picture projected by one or more of the five natural senses. It is considered Objective when written as though the writer were outside of the poem looking in. All the words are self explanatory, in the sense they are words which elicit a reaction in one or more of the reader's five senses, see, hear, touch, taste, smell. The reader has no other obligation in the poem. Only to read it and have one or more of those responses."
My original was revised with his help to make Lines 1 and 2 connect easier and to make poem objective. Haiku has 3 lines and 2 statements. I kept the 5-7-5 syllable count because I prefer that. I cannot thank Charles enough for his lessons and help.
Here is something to brighten up your day.
Our technology is great, like twitter and what people say.
When celebrities tweet and prove they are a little slow in the head.
“Why do people take pics of me when I pose?” Paris Hilton said.
With that statement she proved to us all,
that she is as bright as a plastic hollow doll.
Sorry, I didn't mean to insult plastic dolls everywhere,
but if they could talk they would agree with what I share.
A famous pro athlete once tweeted, “my head coach needs to be retired.”
His coach followed his account, and the next day, that athlete was fired.
It was hilarious when Lindsay Lohan tweeted, “I need some coke.”
She thought she was personally texting someone, she said it was just a joke.
The judge didn't see it that way,
so he asked to see her in court the next day.
Technology is so wonderful, we get to sends pics of whatever.
But some of us should think to send these pics, the day after never.
Most of them need to send things that are a little cleaner.
Its self-explanatory, a little hint, like governor Weiner.
I hope these rhymes brightened up your week.
But more laughs are sure to come, in this technology peak.
****for Natalie Fllikkema's contest***
BY MATTHEW MCQUEENEY
THE NAME GAME...ALSO I HAVE A PAGE OF ALL THE METAPHORS, SECRETS, NAMES...ETC. WHICH ARE ALL BASED ON MY 20 YEARS OR SO OF DRUG EXPERIENCE...MEANT TO SCARE AS WELL AS GIVE HOPE THROUGH A REALISTIC AND POWERFUL MESSAGE...TINA=CHRYSTAL METH, MOLLY=MDMA AND THE LUVVY DUVVY FEELINGS DUE TO THE EFFECT ON THE BRAIN'S FRONTAL LOBE, THE OTHERS PEOPLE KNOW. WARRIORS COME OUT N PLAY FAMOUS LINE FROM THE MOVIE WARRIORS 1970'S, DANTE'S INFERNO, PENNYWISE FROM THE MOVIE IT...MOST OF THE REST IS PRETTY SELF EXPLANATORY. OH...LET US ENTERTAIN..FROM NIRVANA ENTERTAIN US FAMOUS SONG...MIX INDICATES SPEEDBALL. JASON FRI. 13. FREDDY NIGHTMARE ELM, NEEDLE MORE LESS WASTED FROM SNORTING TO SHOOTING, PILLS, BOOZE, AND WHAT'S BEHIND IT.ALSO, THE MORSE...THE FIRST ONE IS 6 AND THERE'S THREE=666...THE UPSIDE DOWN MEANS THAT WHEN PUT UPSIDE DOWN THE MORSE ON THE LAST PAGE WHEN ITS REVEALED SPELLS LUCIFER, WHEN PUT UPSIDE DOWN SO IT BEGINS WITH R...THE DEE'S N DA'S. SEEING EVIL IN THE FACE IS WHAT LED ME TO BELIEVE THERE MUST
? BE AN OPPOSING FORCE. FOR ME IT'S CHRIST..JUST MY HIGHER POWER, IT'S PERSONAL AND FOR THE ADDICT TO DECIDE FOR HIS OR HERSELF. THE FACT IS THAT MOST PEOPLE WITH EXTENSIVE CLEAN TIME WILL TELL YOU THAT THEY FOUND A HIGHER POWER. THANKS FOR READING MM
***Crazy Menagerie***
I definitely bit off more than I could chew,
when I came a-running to my friend's rescue
He said it was no big deal, a real snooze actually
to just please, please look after his cutie menagerie
He said everything was pretty much self-explanatory
just feel at home, and relax...he sure was being sneaky!
I thought the word "menagerie" was just an exaggeration,
but goodness me, I almost fainted when I was greeted by a python!
He just lay there by the foyer, quite snug as a bug on the rug
So I carefully stepped over it, and planned to make tea for my mug
I headed to the kitchen, when I heard something go squeak! squeak!
What was that? I wondered, then I let out a bloodcurdling shriek!
It flew right over my head, yikes, another one got me all panicky
My eyes bugged out as I realized that he had a couple of paniki*!!
I went rushing out the kitchen and ran straight into an aquarium
No cool fishies here, just mousies out of equilibrium
They were jumping up and down now, trying to escape
when I heard a suspicious grunt, it sounded like an ape!!
I was so scared to search for it, but curiosity won out
So I opened doors and cabinets, when I ran smack into a snout!
Ewwwww, I just realized that I just kissed an ugly pig!
I then remembered he kept one to go on truffle digs!
He said he had a cat though? Where were the common pets?
Ah, there it is; here, kitty, kitty, when I saw it was a ferret!
It was doing this weird dance, it hopped then bumped into me
I wigged out, then stepped right on the tail of that poor kitty!!
It lunged at me and I fell back onto aquarium glass
of course it had to teeter totter and I was too late, alas!!
It just hit the marble floor, then I heard that sickening crash
Mousies all over me!!! Shook my head till I got whiplash
The cat was now scratching me, I was screaming 'till my throat was sore,
This was a total nightmare, that snake was blocking that damn door!!
My eyes were like leaking faucets, I had thick tears, I didn't know?
When I wiped off my cheeks, I found out it was icky guano!!
Boohoo, sniffle, snuffle--am I never getting out of here?!?
Dang Chris says he'll be back in a week, will just drown myself in beer.
* paniki=bats
** for Sharon's Pet-sit Panics contest
He exited the train carrying a luxurious
portmanteau
Walking with a BODACIOUS strut
exuding an air
which swept away the SMOG
Just CHILLAXING 'pon the bench
she watched ___
He approached the ticket master
letting SNARK sayings flow from his narcissitic persona
A lovely lady dressed to the hilt
sashayed
Across the cobbled train yard
Displaying an air of refined richness
Which adorned her every move
Rich in wordly goods and in social grace
He only had the appearance of riches
Not a cent to his name
Definitely lacking in social graces, arrogance was his game
But could he do magic
And TOMFOOLERY everyone
Across the cobbled train yard with his eyes on the prize
He fell ASPRAWLING entangled in a slight crack in the neat cobblestones
Prostrate upon the cobblestone with verbage of a sailor flowing from his lips
The cheap imitation leather ripped from his
portmanteau
Here lies a man humbled by a fall
Finis'
Portmanteau has two meanings and the first is a suitcase..The second
combinating two words
Tomfoolery--tom/fool--tom a common man and we all know what fool means
Asprawl--a/sprawl...self explanatory
Chillaxing--chill/relaxing
Smog--Smoke/fog
Snark--snide/remark
bodaciouos--bold/audacious..bold/ brazen
sashay not a portmanteau means to glide move..The dictionary said it would
be unknown to most English speaking people..
trees diffuse sunlight
as time filters memories
shades of our shadows
NOTE: According to fellow PoetrySoup member, Charles Henderson, "Haiku is a serious poem in that it is a true mental picture projected by one or more of the five natural senses. It is considered Objective when written as though the writer were outside of the poem looking in. All the words are self explanatory, in the sense they are words which elicit a reaction in one or more of the reader's five senses, see, hear, touch, taste, smell. The reader has no other obligation in the poem. Only to read it and have one or more of those responses."
My original was revised with his help to make Lines 1 and 2 connect easier and to make poem objective. Haiku has 3 lines and 2 statements. I kept the 5-7-5 syllable count because I prefer that. I cannot thank Charles enough for his lessons and help.
RHYMING WAVE POETRY
The Rhyming Wave is a poetry form created by Katharine L. Sparrow, American writer and poet.
It's format; 2 or more quatrains plus an ending couplet. Lines 1 through 3 are iambic tetrameter and line 4 is iambic trimeter.
The schematic, is, I hope self-explanatory, showing the iambic feet, unstressed normal print and the stressed in bold. The coloured text shows the refrained and repeated/rhymed syllables. Note in lines 2 and 3 those coloured blue are matched, the red and orange one's rhyme.
The first line of the first stanza is used as the first line of the closing couplet, the last line of the final stanza as the second.
NOTE: The author is amenable to having poets substitute rhyming as well as identical syllables. I have, as will be noted in the schematic, stuck to the original rules. However, if you have read some of my R.W'S on Poetry Soup you'll note that has not always been the case.
With apologies I messed up on the schematic, I will post it when done.
Fishy Tales
river life, what can be seen, fish,
yes, can be, can be, can be fish.
some can be cooked, a fish pie dish.
some can be caught in nets.
young tench, when caught were kept as pets,
yes, kept as kept as kept as pets.
some sticklebacks, with sad regrets.
some stick to rules; see more
river life, what can be seen, fish,
some stick to rules; see more!
I've got a voice
Actually I've got two
They serenade the crevices of my brain
And tell me what to do
In one ear
We've got Mr. Nice
A misleading Name
With this guy, mercy won't suffice
Blood... guts
He lives for the gore
I just wish...no, I pray
That he wouldn't talk to me anymore
In the other ear
I hear Dr. Kill
Pretty Self Explanatory
This guy's mentally ill
His whisper's like that of an angel
His commands are inhumane
I can't live another day
With a mind so insane
For these voices
I've killed
Slurped the blood
That spilled
Danced with the corpses
While they decayed
Punctured my own skin
With a razor sharp blade
Stop talking to me!
I don't want to hear what you have to say
Never mind, I think I like it
Goddamn it! why am I this way
I beg for that third voice
But it hides
Cowers behind the shadows
Of the other guys
Please conscience
Come back to me
Why can't we be friends
Like we used to be
But that's my head
A soulless slaughter mill
A psychotic structure under the reign of
Two voices named Mr. Nice and Dr. Kill
To the city of gold
It brings me great pleasure
To inform you that your application to grab hold
Of my attention has been successful.
Your name is self explanatory
Your status is unquestionable
Your record speaks for itself
You are remarkable indeed.
You have made the dreams of the dreamers come true
You moreover led promising men from the rural astray
In the hopes of hitting the jackpot
Your beauty is of course a bonus
However , I owe you an apology dear great white
For being prejudice
I believe the name is heavy
And the expectations heavier
You too were wronged by us
We named you "the city of gold "
to make sucking you dry excusable
We used you and are still for
Our own personal gain
You were beautiful now your beauty is limited
You were free now violence and barriers surround you
You were clean
Now your trees bear drugs
You were a God fairy
Now you're a dream crusher
People resent you
You were fair
Now you only favour all those that are on the right side
Those that have the right connections
You used to be home
Now you're shelter to the highest bidder
We made you like this
We interfered with mother nature
We we we
We are to blame
We are to be prosecuted
We divided you
And gave the other half capital punishment
We demonised you
We made ourselves God to you
And our sin is bigger than you
And our apology is as tiny as Satan's mercy
From a sorry and regretful being
unrhymed quintets
Short-sighted sorts are better left unsaid;
but I’ll let you in on what I mean;
near-sighted neighbors are just plain nosy.
At close range they can read the bottom line.
Blind-sighted beings must guess at what's there.
Far-sighted folks focus on distance
and can see the buds on the trees
in the front yard from the back forty.
Short-sighted sorts, well I don't want to say;
Fore-sighted fellows can see ahead what is not.
Know-sighted kindred? rudely arrogant
looking down their long noses at others.
You-sighted yahooes? they’re somewhat selfish.
Insighted icons claim they see through you;
short-sighted sorts? self-explanatory.
written 28 April, 2016
There is stupid in your tone...
your voice outside alone...
...For your words speak without
experience...
...Your stupid lacks great depth...
...The wise understand with little
surprise...
...You encounter conversation...
your eyes meet with no conviction...
self demise...
...We know what and how you say it...
with descriptives you delay this...
...regurgitated information cries...
...Just recalling without reason...
...You yourself have a difficult explain...
...Yourself confused...
...others bemused....
...The uncovering...
...You have only cheated yourself...
...In the actual act you yourself display...
...The aware zero tolerance ricochet...
...You with held information...
... Borderline corruption...
Truth in lies now follow you everywhere...
...A piece of work for sure...
...your life all meaning dis taught...
...Now all heir achy over you...
like a rash...
re-explained facts re-examined...
...and the lies they confiscate...
...With known self explanatory...
...The end result no joke...
...In life self rule...experience eludes obey...
...All reason suffers no fool...
...your signature dictates...
...only the fool itself frustrates...
...Play the victim if you dare...
...your reputation you have smeared...
...I have bowed out stronger and more aware...