Best Shames Poems
Double Chained Sonnets, Nature's Beauty, Our Vanity So Shames
(1.)
Nature's Beauty, Our Vanity So Shames
Nature, deepest hues set to color life
life its temptations, bringing moral strife
strife, its agony he can not ignore
ignores, so doing denies, all the more.
More as he himself, huge treasure demands
demands as if Heaven, heeds such commands
commands that show his darkest of dark lust
lust he reasons as reward that is just.
Just as he thinks his life is to control
control using, to his honor extol
extol false virtue, truth rightly denies
denies as into great fits, he then flies!
Nature's beauty, our vanity so shames
Shames man's, so shamelessly set, wicked games!
Robert J. Lindley,
Chained sonnet, ten syllable rhyming verse
perfect 100 words..
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:: 140
Total # Words:::::: 100
(2.)
Music, Could We Live Sweet Life Without It
Music, its gifts serenades, so rewards
rewards we, wanting to be famous bards
bards that struggle for magnificent words
words to all mankind, singing as songbirds.
Songbirds singing their music truly sweet
sweet to, in Life stir, man's tender heartbeats
heartbeats racing strong as soft glow showers
showers, as if from heaven's high bowers!
Bowers above, that set angels to sing
sing to mortal man, to greater joy bring
bring in deep beauty of music's treasures,
treasures, as one of Art's greatest pleasures!
Music, could we live sweet life without it?
It that oft sends, darkness back to dark pits.
Robert J. Lindley,
Chained sonnet, ten syllable rhyming verse
perfect 100 words..
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:::140
Total # Words:::::::100
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
~Langston Hughes
The clouds spill a thousand secrets
but keep ten thousand regrets
ensconced within the billowy frames
of a life lived with all its shames.
The shame of greed,
the shame of need,
the shame of selfishness,
the shame that leads to wretchedness.
I’ve been told that clouds are wise
and provide the waters to baptize,
drown the sins that keep us bound
And set our feet on higher ground.
"Lucifer's Laments"
By M. Taha Effendi
(Dramatic Monologue)
Do You not see, Almighty God,
How Your order man defied?
So base, so vile, so gravely flawed,
Yet so consumed by pride!
He broke all sacred codes though warned,
He dared to pay no heed,
He mocked Your words, Your gifts he
scorned,
He breached what You decreed,
Beyond the holy saint's facade,
There hides a worthless cheat,
A savage beast, a thief, a fraud,
The master of deceit,
Too weak to tame his lust and greed,
To feel remorse, too vain,
Power, wealth his only creed,
And Your worship he disdains,
He quenched his thirst with blood he
spilled,
In countless wars he waged,
Centuries wore on. Millions killed,
Civilizations laid to waste,
But he prides this life of sin and crime,
As he leads himself astray!
His humanity lost in his race with time,
And by the error of his way,
Why then My Lord was I expelled?
Was mine a darker sin?
I am the angel that rebelled,
But is not man my evil twin?
To salve his conscience, me he blames,
When he himself is full of vice,
While in his heart surely he shames,
To have staged his own demise,
It is a myth his vice I feed,
He writes himself his fate,
Man: A far more disgusting breed,
Not merely my incarnate!
(Finalist - International Poetry Soup
Contest 2011)
With a voice ornamented in ogled tension
you ask me,
like vulnerable flesh queries warm obsession,
Do you mean to love me this way...
on your mouth, a hold of hope I see
to you I say...
Does the sun choose to flare into sapphire atmosphere,
Does the moon decide who's eyes to enchant,
Does a rose ponder its tempt,
Does a man dare his heart relent,
Does a woman wonder whence came her allure and dare,
A heatwave of heartache's swelter swells over your soul
as the outcry of orgulous omens try to defy our survival,
blood drops fall lonesomely from the old body of a lark
a steeple bell broken by the thunder of sorrow in the dark,
gold found burning into rivulets reaching into graveyard rock,
you begin to weep
because the weight of worry waylays your wishes for our eternity,
I surround you with a love shield that shames the arrows of agony
kissing you softly deep,
then I tell you that fate is not our enemy,
don't you understand my Lady...
Sultans cannot buy or sell the feelings we share,
Emperors unable to enforce the silence of our hearts,
rivals are but ridiculous in attempt to dowse our flame,
Time be trite in march against the magic in our care,
the poetry of our purpose will not be censored by cynical marks,
emotions erratic in wrath will not wrest the roots from which our passion came -
J.A.B.
I toss the coin anxiously
For both sides perturb and dazzle me…
The first side, well, it is a beauty to say the least
It is clear, crisp, like fresh pages of a favorite book
Peace offers a stronghold in its rhythmic and quiet composure
It is unassuming in all that it is…it is truth, with open arms
Like droplets of rain against my neck,
It is refreshing to caress its cooling pages,
Best of all, it heals when I choose to feel it and live it…
This side is strong, and often shames my desire for the other…
The other side, I gaze upon it often, its presence so shocking
I often doubt it even exists as much as I sense in my life
Then I remember that it surrounds me,
A universe of glow aching to crawl into my night
Wishing to embrace me, so it may reveal its secrets to me
I am drawn to its perplexity, its grand design…
Its fiery resilience silences my prayers to puddles of pleasure
It is a hard-heated side becrossing all sides… stopping all resistance…
I toss the coin high, mindful of its landing,
Though as it does it spins furiously upon my heart and mind,
Caught in the blurry winds of dissonance and rivalry
How distressing it is to see them collide together in all that they are…
For I want them both to win…I want them both desperately
But only one side will dominate in the end
And only I know who will win,
As I set this silent war of hypocrisy
Free…
Free into the stars, where that unknown wisdom will be revealed in future days
I had to set it free…
For there are still other sides we must struggle to let go of
Touched by so many hands before us…
We must choose the side to say goodbye to
As we fight to focus our fleeting attention
Upon the one and only side that will touch the face of Providence
-For Justin Bordner's "What is Your Hypocrisy?" Contest -
Encased in earthen form, I rise,
held chest-tight with fear my eyes belie.
Tumbled stone and ancient steps so steep,
lead to a mound and valley deep
where I let loose my song to sky.
The song resounds from crag to peak
a lonely echo blue on green.
The soulful song from quartz careens
and shames the hillside cold cheek
returning brazen, seldom meek.
For once sent forth, it must return,
its formless flight, a brief sojourn,
A repetition not unique,
a hollow copy which respeaks
of lovers lost and trust unearned.
Boomerrang Contest
Let writers write their stories
And singers sing love songs
But we both know it, baby
They’ve got this “love” thing wrong
Cause what we’ve got is greater
Than all those words combined
The feelings that course through us
Defy being defined
No, nothing does it justice
It’s deeper than a word
Our “love” is more than magic
Makes all those songs absurd
Your name, there’s nothing sweeter
Your eyes immerse my soul
Your lips, a fiery furnace
Your breath revives my soul
To me, you’re not a hero
Each pales when next to you
And we’re not star crossed lovers
We need a term that’s new
For what we have is legend
It's truer than what’s real
It shames each song and story
Our love is what can heal
And so, I say, “I love you”
Though words can never tell
What rages in my heart
Makes heaven of this hell
So, let them write their stories
And let them sing love songs
But we both know it, darling
They’ve got this whole thing wrong
For there’s no love like our love
All others don’t compare
Cause what we have is stronger
No other stands a prayer
Yes, what we have is stronger:
The sweetest love affair
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Love's Greatest Costs Are Pangs Of Deepest Remorse
Life is not all love, sweet fun and joyous games
nor pure enjoyment seeing dawn's early rise.
Sometimes it may be our deeds revealed that shames
and cost us dearly, our heart's most precious prize.
Lost love is fast fleeing and elusive beast,
armed with sharp daggers and even deeper lies.
If returned, offers us a sumptuous feast,
of rarest delights and reclaimed cherry pies.
Ah, but to recover bright golden treasures,
one often endures hard blows and sharper cuts.
Sacrifices offered in painful measures,
one may win the prize but others think us nuts!
Love's greatest costs are pangs of deepest remorse.
Which avoiding, would mean no loving of course!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-08-2016
Form: Sonnet in 11 syllable verses(RJL 11).
Syllables Per Line:
11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11
Total # Syllables: 154
Total # Lines: 14 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 111
If love is...
feeling unloved,
anxious and starved,
give my regards
Does the torment of love's hate
eliminate pain?
If love is trembling lips
and sultry eyes, upon them
everlasting cries,
Charcoal tears that pour
What answers are there
for these unwanted sores?
Binding spells of
the unforgiving way swells
She the accuser shames
with her bitter blame
Aging with, until the bitter end
Accusing of his unrequited love
Awaits for his apologies
with a scorn, torn in self-pity
Nothing gained, nothing learned
Yearn, yearn, yearn
Self-loathing is apparent
Possibly inherent
Therefore, never really knowing
love and its understanding
and had mistaken it
enamored in its--lustful cradle
When the soul still yearns,
The chaos in her heart burns,
lonely is desire
It’s truly Greek to me and you
“Agape” may sound like the English, agape
I gape; are we awed by Christ loving me and you
The human in me is a swine, sloppy and greedy for love
Consumers-Supreme, like shopping for shoes and food,
Hording homes, trophies, even the Dodo and dove
Beloved, the love of God is not to be presumed
The Creator of the behemoth, leviathan, and atom _
Imagine: He wants a relationship with puny humans
Imagine: His kiss, the force that holds up the universe
Prevents atoms from splitting in awe and fission
Gave all to love ... gives every gift, but we won't converse
O Holy Spirit, forgive me! I take too much for granted
The One who split the firmament into heaven and ocean
Who tells the blood how to make life’s music
Became a baby in Mary’s womb, to grow slow by slow
Suffer like us, become the Perfect Adam, such love
Only He can take my rags, wrap me in His High Priestly robe!
I used to be a romantic; forgive me for seeing how obscene
Is a love that is all face and human flesh
Forgetful, ungrateful of the source; agape love that kisses the perverse
How to conceive this, almost beyond any human being
Such love shames the greatest fairy tale or happily ever after
I want too much ... missing all the while, mysteries of living
Glory to Father-Son-Holy Spirit, amen.© Anil Deo, 20170331
Years have come and gone, with softly dancing lights,
Gesturing with wonders, bravely swirling flames,
Changing doubt to faith, remembering Christ’s claims.
Reflecting hope, yearning to still the dark nights.
Years have transformed my heart, feelings, and insights,
Showing me to love, without fear that shames,
Giving and forgiving, not playing mind games.
Sincerely sharing takes your heart to new heights.
Transforming shadows to silhouettes of bliss,
Glittering in hearts, like stars in summer skies,
Promises of peace that summer’s sky won’t miss,
Interpreting dreams who wind’s wrath can’t disguise,
Stirring belief in those who know the soul’s kiss,
Transmutation brings joy, much like love implies.
Blinded by the Light
What love's blind eyes see ever more
bereft of heart and soul?
The fervent truth the eyes disguise
like shallow water's shoals.
The righteous eye knows not the fool
whose light betrays it's beams.
There's none so blind who will not see
the lighthouse of one's dreams.
The salty air corrodes the heart.
The taverns steal the soul.
Decadent ports of tawdry sorts
forever take their toll.
Sail on, sail on, back out to sea,
lest romance run aground.
The bright light shames the shallow heart.
The fool doth double down.
The captain cursed the billowed sails
as waves began to breach,
for in the distance sees the light,
forever out of reach.
Regret and pain fill heart and soul.
The helm could feel the grip.
What light with fresh epiphany
goes down with once proud ship.
The skies did tell of coming swells
as tides seduced the shore.
Once righteous dreams of treasured love
now dumped on ocean's floor.
No seas to sail, nor sights to see,
no harbor left to dock.
Those foolish eyes horizons seek
face undefeated clock.
When inner beauty shines it's light
see past the shapely sails.
Look not ahead toward morrow's bed
as surface beauty pales.
Swollen pride
Hides broken heart
Time impatient
Rips us apart
Fading quickly
A damn good thing
Mourn our choices
And all they bring
Listen carefully
Speak no more
All is silent
When you close the door
Anger moves us
Sadness shames
Love surrounds us
And we're all to blame
Moving closer
To what feels right
Fighting darkness
Cursing light
We reject the familiar
And embrace the unknown
Never finding the courage
To be all alone
Long lost memories
Fading away
Photographic innocence
Shows happier days
Breathless whisper
A careless embrace
An image immortalized
Without showing its face
I struggle nobly to describe my love.
Her voice! It calms my soul like peaceful dove.
Desire for her burns deep within my heart.
Her beauty shames a priceless work of art.
To be with her is much of my life’s joy;
I feel for Greeks who saved Helen from Troy.
I think about what life was like before;
Glad I’ve no other lover to look for.
Do I compare my love to starry night?
The countless lights that strive to be so bright?
Her grace and elegance cause me to sigh.
I am a better man when she is nigh.
To pass the time away from her is pain,
But worth it all when I see her again.
We're angry! What sports fan can blame us?
There hasn't been one loss for Jameis
But off-the-field ruckus
Makes sportscasters muck us
Once famous, now Jameis just shames us
*Written about former FSU quarterback Jameis Winston's run ins with the law.