Best Severest Poems
Written: May 15, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Crystol Woods
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I’m neither harmonious nor a hidden hymn
Who said I'm wedded to whimsy, lilac looks?
to all those who gifted me
countless worries through the years.
Simply silhouettes in my rear—view mirror.
I sail past rhyming reefs,
of my quest faintly reflecting
Why should I let them define me anymore?
I make mistakes; so what?
my heart is full of love and ambrosian words—
it shines with rhapsody.
my hands can heal amidst the severest pain.
my mind envision cures
for sparkling vanilla—algae tears.
Tidal teals whisper tales that truly transform.
Despite doubts in glittering, grape-colored gales,
I'll face them as the north star kisses the sea.
I will rise and face them head on,
while history hisses at my heels.
I'll sustain my anxieties for what they are — illusions
with a clairvoyant cape and rivulets unraveled
what matters is now
what matters is my striving
what matters is the rise
toward rebellious rainbows
and what I require,
as a necklace of seashells
worn and stained with sepia
Human spirit
Unconquerable
Rebounding from
His enemies severest
Cruelty and persecution
of him.
Remarkable the resilience
and strength of his chaste,
pure and noble spirit.
Magnanimous in the victory
Of Islam by forgiving all
After his conquest of his
Enemies.
Silence is gold and an art of great conversation,
It is more eloquent than words and often the severest criticism.
Silence is wisdom and a perfect expression,
It is modesty or even irritation.
It speaks words ,
though none are spoken.
It shatters hearts,
Though none are broken.
Silence is peace,like rivers in an ocean,
Each river has infinite gestures but the ocean remains unshaken.
It shows consent and is the unbearable harm,
One faces different answers though some act like a protecting balm.
It can create a world or even destroy two,
It is the best answer and is often true.
Silence is charismatic and charming,
Still we don't know if it is harming.
It takes great devotion and patience,
To build the mystical world of SILENCE...
(Visual two)
Future's Promise Of Hope Stirs In Us All
Within epic sea of man's greatest quest,
amidst usual pains laid on each head-
Cometh dark trials of the severest test,
deep mourning crying for love ones now dead.
Future's promise of hope stirs in us all
with stronger courage to race in life's train.
Precious, sweetest memories we recall,
brilliantly stored within each clever brain.
Should we obey an eternal request
heed its solemn and very wise advice.
Trusting truth that good is always the best,
holding faith in our God will then suffice.
What of gravest doubts at the journey's end?
Pains of deceased family or best friend?
Robert J. Lindley, 1-31-2016
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 100
Note: Sonnet writing is my new therapy .
As I find it occupies my mind, brings joy and may even serve to help others! At least, thats my wish..
This one addresses doubts even in the midst of an acknowledged strong faith...
In this write, I challenged myself to write this hitting my "perfect 100 words" per sonnet goal.
Succeeded in my first draft.
All for the black liquid underground
Stealing riches fact to face
An elitist group of people
an illumatti condemns a nation falsely
without just cause or evidence
to back up actions or such vile deeds
against another race
Now for me that shades the colour
Shadows of their rotting souls hidden agendas
sending the rest of the world into chaos
creating hate and sickness when poverty stikes
speaks volumes to one's heart and soul
a disgrace to modern day democracy
going backwards
Shame on your war and genocide inflicted
Pride based on space filled with filthy lies
Sending hundreds of thousands to death
deceiving people in this modern day
Hitlers with blood on their hands
Justice has not been served
as the shoe is on the wrong foot
Bogus trials executing witnesses
Aired as snuff videos
A hanging barbaric truth
for a world to see the demon at work
Soldiers torturing prisoners and Rape
The break down of law and order in peace
They who should be prosecuted
under high treason nothing less
Facing the severest penalty
of this world and it's many lands
Countless women and children
have died at your ugly hands
Pride people of this modern world
see your weakness and beast
As suffering is continuing to grow
Envy and greed drives that engine
God is not your ambassador
Peace and love is truly understanding
When the good speak ugly about the bad
In looking upon abominations carried out
There was a president whose name was Trump
That in the White House he had set up camp
For the climate didn't care
Cause for U S wasn't fair
In the end Zeus' thunderbolt struck the tramp!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 January 2018
10, 10, 7, 7, 10.
*President Trump withdrew USA from the Paris accord last year and since then USA
witness a series of the severest weather phenomena in their history.
** Zeus, strikes all those who commit Hubris i.e. those who place themselves above
natural order which means above God!
Universal love
Like a rose
Rejoicing in the giving
Of its fragrance
Wanting nothing in return,
Human spirit
Unconquerable
Rebounding from
Mans severest cruelty,
For the courageous
The worst adversities
Provide the most
Fertile soil
For the achievement
Of excellence
Of mind and character.
Should National Security be compromised from emails of privacy?
I say to you, NO it should not, but you can blame that darn Hillary!
Quid-pro-quo Clinton Foundation during ten years of Secretary of State,
spreading lies and deceit, so much controversy did she create.
Failing to protect Americans about the nature of the Benghazi attack,
corruption to the severest degree, so much dignity she does lack.
How about the “Uranium One Deal” with the Russians overseas?
Intimidating women to stay quiet while her husband spreads disease.
She has a “dead pool list” with strange disappearances and suicides,
and then when confronted she runs like a spoiled baby and hides.
Seriously? Murdering babies at seven months in the womb?
Little do we hear about the people she has sent to a tomb!
No there’s nothing on earth that could make me earn her respect-
but after all, look who she’s married to…what more could I expect?
A Realistic Hillary Clinton Poem (it is NOT positive) Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Michael Wegman
April 7, 2019
*Awesome idea for a contest, just sayin'. Hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it*
Words are vile worms
Worse than pathological germs
When I see them on blackboard
Or behold them on computer screen
They pester and prick like pointed pin
And make me scream and writhe in pain
Sending sore signals to my brain
While passing by a big hoarding in a bus
They seize and smother me like octopus
They have hideous hands and perilous paws
Which have caused mankind all its woes
They frighten me
For they emerge like cacophonous crowds
And round me like dead body shrouds
When I encounter them in a novel
Or unearth them from history with a shovel
They fill my eyes with itching and irritation
With their wanton and weird aggression
When I see them lurking like panther in death sentence of court verdict
Or see them in Astrological forecast
That darkest future predict
Or see them in Pathologist's Report telling blast cells in blood
And detecting leucocytes rising like flood
In Elisa Test declaring someone positive...
Words kill and stab and nip in bud
Merciless butchers they are!
Ignoble ripples in mud
Words everywhere words
Repulsive and ubiquitous like migratory birds
Can't we get rid of them as we do
With poultry birds infected with flu?
Can't we turn deaf mutes and talk in gestures
And in maim the drama of life rehearse?
Let's be disoriented in a spell of Amnesia
Where we forget
Who we are and all our paraphernalia
Or let's be struck with severest aphonia
So that neither sign nor sound can us harass
And we can fly calm kites of euphoria
From a lonely terrace
Loud claps of thunder introducing torrents of rain
Severest river storm I have seen in recent years
With broad streaks of lightning lighting the sky,
Enough to frighten any timorous chronic worriers
Main street has turned into a raging creek bed,
Sweeping broken tree limbs into the gutter drains
Run-off won’t help farmers in coming days so dry,
Such is the case with a summer’s torrential rains
Which most of us living near the Ohio truly dread,
Especially when accompanied by direct line winds
Which can be dangerous like twisters on the plain,
But here bring relief, from the heat, as it descends
The storms come on so quickly, it hard to explain
Loud claps of thunder introducing torrents of rain.
Written July 6, 2022
The mat outside my door says folks are welcome.
How many months will pass before that’s true?
Though some who make predictions have great knowledge,
they've nothing concrete to support their view.
This epidemic spreading through the nations
has changed our lives. Each day seems more surreal,
but my small inconveniences are minor
compared to heartbreak many millions feel.
I ache for those whose loved ones have been taken
by this pandemic and those gravely ill,
the ones who risk their lives each day for others,
and those who lost their jobs and can’t pay bills.
I feel for working parents and the children
who never failed a class until this year,
those used to being taught inside a classroom,
now home, on I-pads, due to wide-spread fear.
I praise those who give time, supplies, and money
to those in need. Such times bring out the best
in many. Volunteers prove pure compassion
brings joy and peace in life’s severest tests.
*UPDATE: Our parking-lot stay-in-vehicle services occurred a few
months back. We're back inside, but some haven't attended since March.
Date: April 4, 2020
Contest Title: Quarantine Poems placed 1st
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
December 11, 2020
entered in Nina Parmenter's It Feels Surreal Contest
Will Voters Rule Sperm are Persons?
By Elton Camp
When a recent referendum was voted down
There came a smile after the initial frown
Another group of folks, protection needed
So to arrange for another vote they speeded
Folks down there in the Magnolia State
Have had a scientific revelation of late
What they see nobody can rightly assail
“Sperm aren’t just cells with head and tail.”
They have looked at them with a microscope
And what they saw almost made them choke
A tiny baby each little sperm does contain
And so, alive, discharged ones must remain
Birth control methods designed to kill sperm
The severest punishment by the law will earn
Condoms and contraceptive foam are crime
Their use merits the death sentence each time
Women merely provide a warm and moist place
Where early development the babies can face
So sperm should be granted the law’s protection
Kill ‘em & you will, for prosecution, face selection
At state borders checkpoints will then be erected
So that any illegal contraceptives can be detected
Big Bubbas will be keeping the sharpest eye out
For any vicious serial killers who may be about
I believe a fertilized egg to life has a right
But I am not trying to make it a public fight
When the public votes on matters like this
The need for moral decisions is easy to miss
(Note, you might enjoy googling “theory of preformation” to gain insight into the historical background of the idea that sperm are actually tiny humans. This write is SATIRE and should be read as such. Mississippi has no plans for such a vote.)
Too many years,
Did I sit,
Listening to my thoughts,
Festering maliciously,
Rapidly, Unnaturally,
Malice and Compassion,
To the severest degree,
Polar opposites however,
coexisting in me,
Too many years,
Silence was my ally,
Don't speak your feelings,
You become a thorn in their side,
Emotion becomes weakness,
Sentiment a burden,
How wrong I was,
As a young man in Berlin,
Too many years,
I pondered the trivial,
Driven to delusion,
On minuet details raising mundane questions,
Too many years,
Did I lose myself,
But this is my last year,
For my road ends here.
TEARS OF THE INNOCENCE
Alone and friendless
With a change in situation
From the tenderly cherished son
To despised and helpless slave
Complicated relationship
Untold pain and anxiety
Emotional unrest
Tear of persecution
Cannot control others choices
To either hate, live or love
Surrounded with severest affliction
Virtue will bring it's own reward
Strong and courageous
No condemnation now
Truth will surely unfold
Time will tell.
My constant fall during my boyhood,
(Between age of eight to nine), stood;
A concern for my father who thought,
There’s something lacking from my part;
Proteins? Vitamins? Calcium? Iron?
He did not know what could be done,
Balanced diet, he thought, might end;
Making bones and flesh greatly blend,
I ate, slept, woke, coyly played around;
Like a calf untied with happiness abound,
And fell; Lo, there my father had to feel;
Has the illness not got a proper heal?
He did not relent, yet; increased the effort,
Though, within him, he got a little hurt;
A strong young man of royal decorum,
Was what he wished to see in my bosom;
He did not give up though he was upset,
He knew strength within children gets set;
It’s then he saw me learning to rise,
Amidst severest of falls, with no cries;
He, slowly, left me to rise from my falls,
He’s happy for this; success this he calls…
06 December 2021