Best Soonest Poems
A BREATH
Remembering the holocaust, deep in the soonest dream
Of a beloved is buried all my hope for you begun,
So I need not wait with oil and cloves to teem
Over the mind of history, or a silver gun –
Or gas chamber with the power on
When thousands surged and left their clothes behind
Bereft of rings and ornament which shone
As the glister of a tear, shedding was too kind -
Not so bitter then, and as a lowered head
Bids goodbye, to a grim life, like the slowing eye
A candle gleam of light will haunt those dead
Who all past passing, can multitudes descry
In one poet living with expectation, thinking thrill was death
Which came, in the last sentence before your final breath.
(on the anniversary of the death of Sylvia Plath, February 11, 1963)
Categories:
soonest, appreciation, bereavement, fear, history,
Form:
Sonnet
How can i Rest!!!
How could you take a girl child from me
How could you forcefully take her
Shes only 6 years of age
All she needs is a motherly care
Do not do this to her and her sister
Because they will never forgive you
Why keep them apart
Is it that you want me bordered
Well you can please yourself
But justice comes soonest
There after you have lost it all
How can i rest without uniting the innocence
I will fight to the last blood in my vein
As i will never give up on them
Finally!i see you loosing them forever
The clock of their freedom is ticking
Silence! I can hear the voice calling....
Categories:
soonest, abuse, angel, birth, child,
Form:
Narrative
From loftiness one becomes lowly
. and from lowliness one becomes lofty.
Consider the highest of the peaks;
. it has nothing but rocks and snow only.
Consider the lowest of the plains;
. it is filled with every kind of life.
Consider the biggest of the behemoths;
. the thoughts of its mind are all about
. food alone.
Consider the the smallest of the mammals;
. it can be shrewder than any creature.
Consider the tallest of the trees;
. it is the first thing that a lightning
. strikes.
Consider the shortest of the shrubs;
. no fiercest northern wind can uproot it.
Consider the heaviest of the clouds;
. it is the soonest water to fall.
Consider the slightest of the vapors;
. it shall continue its rise.
Consider the mature palm branch;
. it is brought down by its heaviness.
Consider the new and fresh leaf;
. its lightness lifts it up.
Consider the size of the elephant;
. by it, this animal would be the first
. a hunter notices.
Consider the smallness of the ant;
. with it, only a few is interested
. with it as a food.
Consider the fruits on the trees;
. most of them are useless when they fall.
Consider the crops on the ground;
. they are more useful where they are.
Still, consider the large watermelon;
. its stem cannot lift it up.
Then, consider the plum on its tree;
. its weight raises it high.
Consider the mass of the rock;
. it falls straightly to the ground.
Consider the lightness of the feather;
. it settles down gently.
And consider the top of earth;
. it is made up by mud and dirt.
Consider the bottom of the ground;
. gold and precious stones are found in it.
For the Great I AM has more grace
. for the humble than the proud;
. pay attention, you lofty ones,
. for there is wisdom in meekness!
Categories:
soonest, allegory, devotion, faith, hope,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
As the narrow roads run into us
The scorch in the city fades
As the clouds begin to stage a fright;
A choreography of serenity displays
Wearing their darkest shades up high
They usher in the drumming rains
As bad as her drumming sounds to us
The winds praise her act with a conquering cry
Louder and louder, rains tickle the bus
As the radio fades to allow them pry
Soonest than sooner the attendant shouts
The time has come to let go dry
The time is now to alight.
Travelling to a village called Atua in the Eastern region of Ghana for my district rotation. I've been told it’s a saddening experience living there by colleagues who've been there previously. A part of me yearns for an adventure; so in all the odds, I've decided to write in poetry. Poems about my days here to drag you along this experience. Will you dare come with me??
Categories:
soonest, adventure, crazy, imagery, travel,
Form:
Narrative
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The worst thing that ever happened was the whole web page disappeared to the
right of my screen once eye was able to snag it and bring it back but that seems
so impossible how that even worked and it only worked a few times not always
and when it went it went too far away and the mouse would not retrieve it and the
only thing that eye could do was to log off and back on and that won't work not
anymore.
The pain in my poor sober jaw the suffering that eye do for love is worth the price
of admission to heaven when we go.
Once there just inside the door there is a field of purple flowers where my
mansion lays in wait a picnic has been set complete with chicken fried steaks
and ice cream cones for me and mye parme.
Categories:
soonest, computer-internet, introspection, on work
Form:
Prose Poetry
A TURN OF EVENT
A sudden left
Or a sudden right
So abrupt
No, not a makeshift
But I’m assuming, a turn of event.
We never thought
Its like the Malaysian 370 flight
Its might
Yes, the effect
Would be consuming us through eternity.
We must look straight
A landscape or a hindsight
So passionate we must be dealt with
All lives go adrift
Exult though with dignity.
This Day of Judgment
Will come like a thief in the night
There’s no turning back, now repent
It will be an advent, the soonest
And no denying it is positive a mystery
More than ever….a magic - a TURN OF
EEVENT!
Categories:
soonest, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
There, they are with their scary galaxy of thoughts!
Those that wanted us to sing those songs they never
sang with the moon and the sun.
Those that wanted us to dance the dance they
never danced when the day was younger and braver.
Those that wanted us to achieve those dreams
they could not achieve yesterday with their weak hands.
Busy old parents with often nagging lips to nag.
Ask them where their dreams went in those days
and watch them waving their head in pity no explanation.
We spoke with our spirits of childhood in Africa,
they shout and curse us for abandoning westernization.
They are our faults, the fault in our stars.
Our parents are the architect of our misfortunes.
They preferred Oxford education to Ajangbadi high school!
They preferred London bridge to Third mainland's.
Our heritages were sold with the passage of time,
our culture eloped with the white men's mirror,
our traditions, Now a mixture of stone and rice!
No one wants to take the blame but we whisper,
silent whisper breaking the wind of tomorrow today.
Fragments of the cockrel crows hurt our Images,
Africa is sold cheaply by those we call father and
the blame lies on the weak offspring.
Tell religion he is our first enemy in disguise,
if he argues, tell him the truth from Father's eyes.
Tell the ladies that instagram is not a kitchen,
If they argue, take them to the Memory Lane.
Tell the boys that facebook is their major problem,
if they protest, show them their changed names.
We were made blind, history lied to us through
mother's lips in the season of her sweet songs.
We will scream and break off soonest,
we will rebuild our souls and bodies soon,
when the parrots are home again with their voices,
Africa shall wear a new cloth -
I whisper these words silently to retain your sanity.
©John chizoba Vincent
Cam'god
Categories:
soonest, abuse, africa, age, art,
Form:
Ballad
A needled wail reeks from his dusky face
while gnawing thoughts keep the moon awake,
praying for grace to ebb the lonely tides
that he blesses another empty night for godly luck--
Out there thin arms recoil …in urgent need
a street child who droops low with hunger …grief.
He dream-walks once more, all the more
to become a youngster along playground of fields
at the soonest time in a place called home,
where life is more than crumbs, where laughter glows
through lithesome family scene… and not a plague:
But wishes tear fast like newspaper rags
when midnights play a broken lullaby--
Till daybreak croons new streak of faith
as gauzy eyes yearn life’s reprieve,
believing wilfully in divine bread …
his morsel, his finest tomorrow called home.
Tomorrow Contest of Edward Ibeh
11/21/2018
Categories:
soonest, child, longing,
Form:
Lyric
Least loved, soonest offended,
An affair that upped and ended,
Leaving dust mites in the throat,
Tears that filled and sank the boat.
Least loved, quickest distraction,
To some fatal-type attraction,
For some floozy in a bar,
With extra wonder in her bra.
Least loved, fastest recover,
Nailing up another lover,
Sort of shallow and neurotic,
Blonde and bubblegum erotic.
Least loved, it doesn’t matter,
There’s no cod inside the batter,
No substance only style,
But at least it raised a smile.
Least loved, once more with feeling,
It may be crass and unappealing,
But I would rather feel like this
Than face reality’s abyss.
Least loved, for that is me,
She made it plain and clear to see,
Bring on a string of one night stands
To prove that I am still a man.
Least loved, the saddest fact,
This macho image just an act,
And all I am, if truth be told,
A sad and lonely human soul.
Least loved, there’s no forgiving,
For this shell that keeps on living,
Despite resolve and force of will,
Oh God, I want and love you still.
Categories:
soonest, lost love, love, sad,
Form:
Verse
In your mother's eyes I catch the first sight
A miracle in our lives so vibrant and bright
The pride of all married folk
A pride we will soon revoke.
Kicking into the air, you're inaugurated into my life
As I teach you everything I know.
You looked up to me with your innocent eyes
A curse that the heavens will bestow.
Your trust in me became resentment
As you grew thinking you knew more.
All I sacrificed for you
Faced my worst fears, endured your mother's tears, holding fate tightly near,
You failed to appreciate
And instead turned away from me
To you I began to depreciate
As you turned soonest to the sea.
And those eyes are still the same
But everything around them has changed.
I raised you to be the best
You turned out as bad as the rest.
Children are sweet in their innocent youth
Believing what you say and saying what they mean.
But it seems this world twists and turns
Changing the once pure inner soul.
And with a flip of a switch, a turn of the knob
The child you knew turns against you.
But can we say we were surprised?
We did the same to our fathers.
Rebelled, as we beheld rage
We too were once miracles and now we're living hell
As the maturity of time grips and makes us bitter
Bitter is time's emitter.
So let us return to those who bore us
Set an example for our offspring to mimic us
Because without em, there won't be anyone left to mourn us.
Categories:
soonest, fatherme, pride,
Form:
Free verse
Whenever
ill
health
comes
It
feels
as
if
death
Is
on
its
way.
Body
Hot.
Headache
Splitting
Like
a
crazy
drummer
On
a
tight
drumskin.
Stomach
Churning.
General
feeling
Of
restlessness
Takes
over
The
once
busy
body.
The
once
energetic
hands
Become
limp.
Objects
Hard
to
hold
Difficult
to
lift
All
cos
I
am
sick!
Toilet
Keeps
calling.
I
have
to
answer.
My
shape
Becomes
altered
My
neck
Long
it
becomes
Like
that
of
A
giraffe.
All
cos
I
am
sick!
Prayers
I
Offer
That
fast
That
quick
That
soonest
Should
I
return
To
good
health
And
that
All
sick
bodies
Become
healed
fast.
Medicines
Drugs
Antidotes
Cures
I
run
to
And
guzzle
And
consume
With
prayer
and
faith
Cos
I
am
SICK!!!
Categories:
soonest, health
Form:
ABC
Man is dust and clay;
So, why carry yourself like a god?
Man today, dust tomorrow,
Why gather all wealth greedily?
Man is dust and clay;
Why carry yourself like a god?
Man is worthless under the sun,
Why do we kill each other selfishly?
Man is dust and clay;
Why carry yourself up like a Demi god?
Grasses worth much more than us
Because they suffer today and rises tomorrow?
Man is dust and clay;
Why carry yourself like a Demi god?
Do not put your trust in a mortal man
They will fail you in the rising of your prime.
Man is dust and clay;
So, why carry yourself like a demi god?
Man's achievement and activities are evil
Under the sun, yet, they are proud animals.
Man is dust and clay;
So, why carry yourself like a Demi god?
Man's wisdom wouldn't save him soonest
Why acquire them to destroy yourself.
Yours Poetically,
©John Chizoba Vincent.
Categories:
soonest, abuse, africa, art,
Form:
Classicism
And the red demons screamed aloud,
miseries and gories of a black scary death hurried by in the middle of the night.
My father's shrine quaked in pity,
My mother's excited wrapper loosed.
Cain hurried by for the blood and skull of his brother.
The Israelites defeated by Nigerians!
How could it be their bones scattered in the midst of Nigerian greens?
Drought. Hunger. Defeat. Death. Evil.
Death brought all eyes to the feasting table of mediocres.
Yet another feast for the deadly vultures,
Yet another testimony for the pit of hell.
For every righteous man labelled 666,
For the indigenous heaven' occupants.
Every children eyes shot horribly,
Mothers, basking their fears in the hands of death, madly.
The owls howled terribly torturing the sirenity of the cloud.
The lions tamed and goats wilder.
Darkened wind roared by,
Thick gummy substances of the lurking embryo of the night cried.
The wind stood, the stars wept.
The moon hallucinated.
Another destruction!
Another destruction!!
Christ watched at the corner of hell,
Satan seen standing at the gate of heaven.
Hell loosed! Demons freed!
Angels captivated mockingly in the
Voidness vodka of the horrored emptiness.
The minted red evil spirits shriek of laughter echoed in the bottomless pit, dark.void. gloomy. Saddened.
empty survivor's of royal Oak of vivid imagination darkened the unqualified agony lurking the painted firmament, advocating the peace of the world.
Blood shattered all around, skulls littered yonder.
The ant' eyes bugged with a lonely fierce myth along hell.
They sounded the trumpet without the knowledge of Christ.
They have tortured silence in heaven,
They have made war and war among nature, and humans will bear the consequences.
And every pillars are set loosed and the earth will wail soonest.
Woe, woe to the world for the dragon is set free.
The punctured silence flew into the world and humans groaned in fear.
Terrible strange agonies gripped humans.
And the angels waited on and on for the set time of another trumpet.
Darkness filled the earth and Christ is come.
And I raised my head to a new world from my nightmare,
These words are broken, I lost my mind scripting them.
Yours Poetically,
©John Chizoba Vincent
Categories:
soonest, abuse, africa, art,
Form:
Blank verse
With the voice of Niyi Osundare,
I will sing a beautiful song to your
Departing spirit until my voice ache,
A brave saint you are cracking every
nut that refuse to put on a smile on face.
You are a drumer breaking the wind
of a glory once stolen from humans,
Adieu great man of the eastern voice.
Legs of patriotic eyes watches printed
Footsteps on the sand of your yesterday.
In the spirit of Fela Anikulapo Kuti,
I will dance and sing alone to you.
Adieu great gem once behold in glory,
your name is still carved on the sky
from one generations to another, you live.
Adieu! Adieu!! We all say in unison,
we've marketed our souls to mourn you,
deeper than sword, your words pierce
Into our souls for tomorrow which is to come
Rest we shall meet in glory soonest.
Categories:
soonest, africa, age,
Form:
Free verse
Do we grow too old for the moment,
too old for the visions and thoughts,
which, though seeming ephemeral,
live longest of all things on earth?
Do we cast away hoping and dreaming
but cleave to all that is seen?
Do we deem what is passing substantial
and what shall abide but a dream?
Was love brought by a moment,
by a moment stolen away?
Did the fire that burned most ardently
turn the soonest ashen-grey?
Categories:
soonest, dream, loss, lost love,
Form:
Elegiac Lyric