Best Self Expression Poems
I am
one has
to say
sudden
understanding
a conception
emerging
a
refinement
fully
realised
and
distinct
a
moment
of
song
a unifying
voice&
script
as one
revealed
to
all
to see&
hear
Color flows from the void and
hands swing, sway across a canvas;
to the music of the life;
erecting a universe.
The pulse of existence
beats out its rhythm and soul awakes
into being.
Poetics Poem, Red River Gorge, KY
I traipse the course of a forking, rambling stream
Barefoot from the rounded top of one small boulder
To another, the slashing strikes of cold water
Startling my every careful leap, place to place,
Landing with deep, short gasps, yet wordless
In an utter joy of intense sensation over sun-sprinkled
Spots so bright against the deep gray hollow splotches of
Drenched stone. The stream does not trickle
Along this gorge, but roars the air and throws
Its echoing roundabout the cliffs like a newborn
Learning its scream forth from being
Buried for years beneath massive storeys on up to
Greater views. But, the stream continues its carving around
The hillside. And the newly-born cries will
Find the voices of self-expression with each gasping
Leap from boulders to cliffs, climbing in a wrapabout
The gorge’s hidden, grand lowlands and rising
Of its own ineffable poetry so fully held within the birthing
Of Nature herself, all that which carries
Of language as spoken
In the heart of God.
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(C) sally Young eslinger 10/9/2020
I have this cloud that follows me,
I have this cloud that noone wants to see.
It's all in your head
Nothing major can be done.
So suck it up
Get on out and have some fun.
But they can't see the demons in my head -
Scratching
Clawing
Biting.
The demons want me dead.
But they don't care,
They don't want to know
What is under my skin,
They just want me to smile
And pretend tht I fit in.
Another appointment,
Another prescription,
Another bottle of pills.
Saftey pin a smile on my face
So everyone else feels comfortable
While my world slowly collapses
And I fall from grace.
But the world must go on,
Everything done so formal.
I wish I could take the bottle
And one by one eat my pink freedom
But that just wouldn't be right
- Oh no-
Heaven forbid I don't act like I'm
NORMAL!!
"Outside of the box"
-- not packaged -- is how I want
to define people.
I wish I could untie my tongue --
find courage, strength to shine
light upon those least illumined
recesses still hidden from public
view, shielded and scabbed over
like festering raw wounds...must I
accept that there will never be a time
when, freely, I can express my "me"--
that one among those other "me"s
I've not displayed? Depending upon
circumstances-- places and the hour --
perhaps I may set out at least a tiny
kernel of myself -- but I will never
ever tell, and can never be expected
to expose to this world's cold
unwelcoming climate my failing,
fragile, damaged -- pitiful -- but
still barely beating bloody heart.
.
Words forming stories on my mind-canvas…
The written words, letters drawn upon a page are, power;
a force to be celebrated and dreaded.
The images of the artist;
words paint profound stories within paintings.
Communication illustrated to teach;
from these seeds we all grow.
Words sketched with pen and brush can move mountains, change a life or heal;
the Cadillac of tools for those who see and
know how to utilize them in any situation.
They are universally, multilingual.
Words initiate communication,
interaction is vital to the survival of all species.
Symbols, images, a glance or gesture are
all forms of word-art; cosmic graffiti.
Words bond and obliterate,
evoke emotion and soothe the soul.
Words are invaluable allies and formidable enemies;
both the life-of-the-party and a safe place to hide.
Memoirs, adventures, challenges,
hopes and dreams are all shared by words.
Stories and tales experienced by
writer and reader alike.
The ultimate superheroes
enabling their creators with the power to
change the world or an entire universe.
These inter-dimensional characters
tumble from pen and brush to the page.
When read out loud or spoken they serve as
transformational powers.
This trans-formative cosmic dust,
a sacred gift used by rich and poor, alike.
Uniform cuneiform's, precious petro glyphs and
hybrid hieroglyphs
paint eons of growth and wisdom.
The human condition at-a-glance,
making a vibrantly painted record of life.
4-11-2021
ALL YOURS (APR11) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Everyone is a student and teacher,
each offering a new perspective
to this world so mimic your muse
in poetry and song; upon canvas
wood or stone, for someone needs
your expertise.
SELF-EXPRESSION
Your self- expression matters to others,
if others are interested either to you
or curious to your style cum idea to view.
Then and then others will bother.
Self-expression is a form of self- realization
also, to release own pain and pleasure
to share dream in your trove of treasure,
simultaneous creation and recreation.
When self-expression matters to others,
it forces to think and analyse
either to admire or to criticize
sometimes even information to gather.
Self- expression claiming varied interpretation
surely matters others to affect
to reject or to accept as perfect.
That’s action- reaction- social interaction.
10/03/18
Shadow Of A Neutrino
A grandiloquent assumption of man in having a vast expanse
of knowledge regarding the enigmatic progressions
of the infinite universe is as illusive as seeing
the hazy mirage of the physical
shadow of a Neutrino
Penned sometime in the past
decade or so...
An online site is, in no way, for the meek.
You must live in conformity, giving no cheek!
Worse, one must be a jolly gal. or smiling fellow.
Living in a pretentious world, all bubbly-mellow!
The masses loathe those, going their own way.
You must conform, or forego your right to play!
Writers must be individuals, and have their unique say.
To deny them this quality is indeed, a very tragic day.
8/15/2024
@Panagiota Romios
Darkness
A locus for expression of tears
Muffled thoughts grow vociferous
Suppressed emotions arise uprighteous
Societal demands and self interests lock horns
only to be put to rest before dawn
My obsession with writing implements is getting out of hand,
while not quite turning out as planned. I’m still without
that vintage Montblanc, but I’m saving a place in my cabinet
for it, right in the middle where it’ll really shine.
a good pen is
necessary for writing
rivers of ink
I collect all sorts of pens, varieties of nibs allow me to create poetry and illustrate it too; it allows me to create universes. With the ink, I am in flow.
the power of
the fountain pen
creating worlds
My pride is a toss-up between Parker Blue Diamonds and Esterbrooks; if they don’t glide like silk across the page
my creativity stalls. What is given to me, echoes through my soul.
the rivers that flow
from my soul onto the page
channeled scenes
3-24-2021
ALL YOURS (Mar 26) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Freedom of Self Expression
True freedom
is freedom to train oneself by harnessing free will
to free oneself
From false freedom's illusion.
Aqua Marine. 5th July, 2024.
Dare anyone in this wide world,
To tell you, to line up and take it?
Use your head, if you want to be free,
You must have courage and grand espirit!
Dare ye not follow the lame, boring crowd,
Who want you as just another sheep, humble and cowed.
Don’t blame evil leaders, if you won’t speak out against madness,
That is what we do now, creating a universe full of violence!
By ignoring what a huge difference you can truly make,
Passive attitudes are a signal to all evil men, to be on the take!
11/10/2024