Best Sought After Poems
A transitory phenomenon, a grand adulation of opulent desire,
Seeking mirth of heaven on earth, passions ablaze ignite fire,
A destination sought after; pleasure is aim of its cherished theme,
Yet, it ends in vexation and vanity~ it is an illusion, not a dream.
Ephemeral as fog of dawn, as fleeting rainbow on fuchsia arc,
As flirtatious infatuation of sunset~ a splendor before dark,
A fantasy preceding a nightmare~ the reign of pleasure is short;
Alike amber hopes of morn, stygian clouds shroud and thwart.
Follies seeking triumphs eternal, are defeated as failings vain,
Juxta-positioning on feelings of joy, anguish blaring of pain,
Resembling a lunar cycle~ phases of life that wax and wane,
Rising with ambitions of full moon, yet, retreating in disdain.
Authentic is goodwill of divine, presiding over grandeur of life,
Counterfeit are feelings of joy that detour into angst of strife;
Permanent is the flame of heart, lit with sapient, inner light,
Vacuous is search for spurious delight, futile is its phony plight.
Transient pleasure does not yield, if happiness is ultimate goal,
Pursuits mundane, ordinary, fail to satiate enlightened soul;
Contentment can be achieved, despite the ecstasy vanity stole,
In lasting inner peace and harmony, aspirations virtuous extol.
Categories:
sought after, desire, happiness, vanity,
Form:
Rhyme
Rise Up
Rise up to the blessing of another day.
To all that awaits you this moment.
To all that will challenge you and enlighten you.
Rise up to the opportunity to live in your truth and appreciate the truth of others.
To make a difference and matter to those in your path and to those you never noticed.
Be awakened by the joys of opportunities both sought after and placed before you.
Rise up to the choices that you have the freedom to make and take delight in being the vessel to enforce them.
Embrace your beauty, your strength, and most importantly, your flaws.
Be courageous when faced with adversity and smile when you’ve conquered the impossible.
Rise up to your fears and shortcomings and face them with the belief that you are not the only one; you are never alone.
There is so much turmoil in the world today. Be that small ripple in the water that becomes the huge wave of hope and positive change.
Be that spark that ignites into a blaze of restoration.
Rise up to the responsibility of reminding our youth that they are royalty and should conduct themselves as such.
With the dignity and respect which is needed to be a part of resolutions and not part of our demise.
Although life has a way to often break us down, we must rise up to the realities of our destiny.
We cannot be broken. Our spirit cannot waiver. Our souls have been fortified with ancestry that embodied perseverance, power, and the will to praise God.
RISE UP KINGS
RISE UP QUEENS
We are backed by our foundation of greatness and all that we are facing in the world today is our foundation of inspiration and purpose.
We must be inspired every day to simply and deliberately RISE UP!
Categories:
sought after, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
The psalmist and the deer which pants from thirst along the brook....
As a treasure sanguines heart, hidden within this field called life?!
Arriving upon another day in hopes of finding its perfect place inside
Sacred; sitting aside the world outside with this longing spirit of mine
Always closing these eyes that they may envision, the purity of its prize ~
Desiring to hold such clarity within these fortuned palms; illuminations
Essence as a cloudburst of beauty; aneath loves waterfalls....
Drenching rains pouring upon myself these reasons that we live
If in fact we live, beyound superficials realms painting temporals canvas!?
This spectrums array of glittering things yet like the wind or that a dream
They'll all disappear amid a breath to be swept away when, one awakens....
Unto the tangible truth of these phantoms in hard to touch and fathom
A masquerades jeweled metaphors; their jubilee within this box of lured dust?!
Aqua; when I arise unto the gift set afore my eyes aside this world, outside
Sanguines sought after heart; the treasures that I have longed for aneath
Purities waterfalls of illuminatings beautiful cloudburst upon my spirit ~
To be soaked in loves drenching rains as a deer whom pants amid the forest....
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....“Hidden, Along The Brooks of Sacred Waters” *
Categories:
sought after, hope, life, love, longing,
Form:
Red Cloud....
These reminiscing waters have grown somewhat stagnant now; mirthless repose
It seems as the shimmering simile river begins its, millennials requiem
Canines still echoing somewhere beyond the sunlit sparkling of her eyes ~
While as their hunters now gather amid the densely diluted cannabis woods
In search of this lone gray wolf; Calaxial, their long sought after prize....
Sine qua nons aurora borealis' zenith from afar, his guide; apsis
Her fragrant scent beyond the wildflower clusters afore this linden twilights
Reflections of resplendencies graceful contours within, her beauties silkened coat ~
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{Amid Renaissonic Refurb}
Categories:
sought after, life, love, time
Form:
After all of these years,
Because you have stuck by me through thick and thin,
Candidly, I can tell the world that I love you more each day.
Dawns come and sunrises go, but your love never waivers.
Every morning you tell me that you love me and kiss my heart.
Forever is a long time, but life would be nothing without forever with you.
Generations change ideas and habits, but one thing remains constant.
Happiness is sought after, prayed for, cried for, and even died for.
I cannot imagine, now that I have found you, myself without you.
Just as flowers need the rain, I need your smile, your trust, and your dreams.
Kindled by your embers, my soul seeks no more.
Love has smitten me and my happiness has been found with you.
Memories fade in comparison to the passion in your soul.
No person, except by God strengthened, could give as you do.
Omnipotent, everlastingly, and consistently you are here for me.
Protecting, caring, and serving without fail, God watches.
Question not whether I know how wonderful you are. I do!
Remember the days of yore when love was new and dreams were large.
Somehow, locked inside of me is the strength that you shared, the love.
Tomorrow may see hardships, but together we can overcome all things.
Undying commitment keeps us two, forever strong.
Victory comes by rising above struggles.
We walk and the ground floats beneath our feet.
Xanadu looses luster without you.
Yesterdays have become beautiful tomorrows.
Zealously, our souls soar and joy sustains our love.
12/27/2016
Categories:
sought after, life, love,
Form:
Abecedarian
his excited bright eyes, his laughter,
the puckish way he draws me in.
the moonspun prize he sought after —
roses, champagne, candlelight…he wins.
dawn in afterglow, birdsong on breeze,
silent shadows billowing…lovers drowning in
two cups of coffee…bright-zanthous trees
in morning sun, yawning leaves, bare skin.
salutations of solitude cleaving,
breath to breath, before unbridling the door.
perch of our souls, pulsating sigh, weaving
its ebb and flow climax to the shore.
7/10/2021
What Makes You Sigh
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
sought after, imagery, love,
Form:
Quatrain
Two sisters it seems lived near Bowling Green;
Each a beauty in every way.
One fair it is told with hair of pure gold,
Eyes blue as the sky in May.
The other brunette, the lovely Collette,
With eyes a deep, warm brown.
Two beautiful girls with masses of curls,
The most sought after girls around.
Wherever they went they turned heads and gents,
Would follow it seemed in their wake.
They were ladies of leisure, used to parties and pleasure,
And their father spared nought for their sake.
A young man came their way one fine summer day.
Debonair and handsome was he.
He charmed his way in, with each sister he sinned;
But he'd learn that their favors weren't free.
Their father was wealthy, his bank account healthy.
The young man thought he'd hit his mark;
But to his dismay he found out that day,
To dally with these girls not smart.
Behind him he'd left many hearts bereft,
And he thought the sisters the same;
But together they came and called out his name,
And their family knew who to blame.
'Tis a very small man who will take a girls hand,
Then leave her ashamed and in tears.
To be left in the mud covered with blood,
Would now be the least of his fears.
Because of deception they'd shared his affection,
Now he would deal with their father.
The old man cried out with a mighty shout,
And the young man began to grow smaller.
A small man I see, a small man ye be,
And never no more shall they see ye.
In a prison ye'll live in a prism I give,
To my daughters where they will keep thee.
There is no escape, this is your fate.
For your crimes now you'll pay the fee.
Ye'll live in the locket I draw from my pocket,
Until they no longer desire thee.
The sisters would share it, each one could wear it,
And he would be theirs forever.
Trapped in the locket he took from his pocket,
Because of his wicked endeavors.
Now the sisters it seems visit him in his dreams,
So he isn't too lonely at all.
Though filled with depression he's their prized possession,
Trapped in that little gold ball.
Kept locked in his prison to madness he's driven,
And the sight of it leaves them in stitches.
Never play fast and loose or attempt to misuse,
The tender affections of witches.
Categories:
sought after, halloween,
Form:
Quatrain
A Sonnet On It
It comes and goes on idle vagrant winds
hitching rides in briar like dependence
under pressure its aimless trek will bend
for it is not concerned with making sense.
So does it guard its anonymity
its preference - stay lost amid the stir
sought after for its ambiguity
as evil lout or ever faithful cur.
However, it may change with careful groom
take on an aura larger then its self
become the centerpiece of crowded room
festooned with all the trappings of its wealth.
Coyly fan itself beneath its bonnet
listening as others read its sonnet.
5/18/2016
submitted to – Pen A Sonnet On It – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Janis Thompson
Categories:
sought after, humor, word play,
Form:
Sonnet
Three words to do magic, touch the stars
Three words to undo a lifetime of hate
And anger, these all will be quenched
Thirsty yet, for those three words?
The triple threat, those beautiful ones are
Said with none of the regret
Do it all over, not a chance you bet
Then trust me to stop and say
Just the three
Most precious and sought after words,
Just those unbelievably powerful visceral like
Vocabulary vocal treasures, vanquishing evil
With heavenly grace, say them with me now
I love you
And did I mention... God does too.
Categories:
sought after, faith, inspirational, religionwords, me,
Form:
Free verse
My memory is obsolete in fashion:
the short blue skirt I saw you in that day
is out of date eons ago. My passion
has cicatrized from when you went away,
but thrifty memory still stores your grey
T-shirt with spots of oil paint, your beret
of modern artist that you used to wear
coquettishly aslant, the bag across
your chest, the thuya needle in your hair,
the band-aid on your knee, the minty gloss
on your sweet cherry lips, the silky moss
under your pliant back, the sassy moth
around my stupid head, the distant laughter,
the flash of bliss, the willow’s leaf embossed
on your left buttock and the most sought after
remembrance of the panties that you lost
in ferns in haste… One day I will exhaust
my recollections but at any cost
I save this one, unclouded and precise,
as my permission to the paradise.
22.04.2019
Urban Sonnet Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
Categories:
sought after, love, memory, paradise,
Form:
Sonnet
Like a rock
loved and adored
Touched
Watched
Imagined
Sculpted
Carved into the most majestic sculpture
A presence sought after
Solid and strong
The perfect figure
The perfect rock
Like a rock
solid and strong
Firm
The weight of the world
Like a rock
Crushed into a million pieces
Broken
Nothing but dust
Kicked into the curb
Blown into the wind
Into the world
Into what seems like nowhere
Like a rock
Solid and strong
Cold like stone
Broken and crushed
Turned into dust and blown away
Into nowhere
Obliterated
Scattered into a million pieces
Into nothing
Like a rock
Poof
Nothing
Categories:
sought after, anxiety, confidence, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
So many seek you by the light of the dawn only to lose you through the haze of dusk
You are mysterious at times a silent secret in the navel of mans thoughts, a deviance
a variate inside the doors of the conscience far remote when peppered with denial
you want to be sought after like love agape,
so many seek you by the light of the dawn, only to lose you to the heady scent of musk
you are like a fine cut diamond in the raw, if I press you to a mirror you break the image
you save, you redeem, you make deer sleep, you see a sinner and turn him into snow
Palpable like the studded stars of heaven every filament of your grace, is a hot burner
You show up at the most inconvenient times and sometimes the most timely ones too
So many seek you by the light of the dawn but you being truth, always come as you are,
clear faced and bold, you hold your own
So many seek you by the light of the dawn only to lose you through the haze of dusk
you are mysterious, at times a silent secret in the navel of a womans thoughts , deviant.
Categories:
sought after, truth,
Form:
Free verse
My life, it is too short.
Not enough of my time can be spent here,
But I'll try my hardest
To complete my task.
Ignore the want and need,
Nothing should be sought after
Except for love.
Love is my task.
Keep away from war and harm.
To hurt is to be quite against my task.
Peace is important,
And reprieve is possible.
I can make reprieve.
It is my job to offer myself to others:
Whether to take jobs,
Or listen with love.
Whatever my task,
I will try to do it without question.
Everyone needs love,
And I want to give it.
Categories:
sought after, faith, happiness, hope, life,
Form:
Verse
A red rose blowing on fidelity's bow
With the glow of grace, affection and love
Alive to afflictions not only for show
Enchanting like poetry, peaceful like dove
An edifice of goodness, embodiment of truth
Epitome of generosity, magnanimous and great
A balm sought after for wounds to soothe
A flame making afflictions evaporate
Neither a praise nor gratitude desires
With me in the horizon of thoughts flies
And even my flaws and faults admires
Unshaken in faith, how hard one tries
Not perfect like angels, not pious like saints
My idol, a human, in entirety
An artwork of excellence may also have dents
But the ocean of friendship be boundless and free
Carve me a red rose, oh chisel of thought!
And dip it in the perfume of features profound
To fit the excellence of model I sought
Let the world say true friendship is found
Categories:
sought after, friendship, imagination, philosophy, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
out of everything that i’ve ever been told in my life
out of all the things that have been said to me that render me
obligated to shove a coy smile and an aloof
“thank you”
into the hands of whoever was speaking,
the heartfelt anecdotes
that have stuck with me the most
are the ones to have been branded and signed by you
the way you worded them
made me sound so much more valuable
than anything i’ve ever heard before
the focal point being
“you’re the kind of person someone leaves their entire life behind for”
and what bloomed
from the seeds
you planted in my garden
is something i thought i’d never lose
something i’d tried to protect so heavily
perhaps too heavily
but now i must ask, are you as comfortable with her in your arms are you claimed to be in mine?
do you miss her warmth on nights you’re alone in your own bed?
or is it mine that you sought after at 5am?
have you said things to her that even remotely resemble the things you’ve said to me?
or did you just copy and paste?
do you still expect me to believe that i meant anything different
to anything you’ve felt with her,
when your claim to be too busy in your head
actually meant too busy in her bed?
did you think i was being playful
when i told you that
i’m always aware
of when i am being deceived.
had you taken me seriously the first time
perhaps i wouldn’t be straining myself
trying not to completely push you away.
under any other circumstances
i would’ve had to remind you
that no matter what you do
and no matter what i say,
you will always be weak for me
but you already know that
and that is going to be the
end of us both.
~ r.a
Categories:
sought after, angst, art, i love
Form:
Free verse