Best Standing Ovation Poems
In one of her melodies of sundresses,
Heavenly Light erupts in full blaze,
well dressed in yellow, orange, and caramel.
The audience is passionately waiting
to bathe in her extraordinary performance,
of her golden rays.
With the evening coming to an end
creation cannot hold back with a standing ovation.
6/21/2017
Bright sun and cool breeze
Through green branches of tall trees
Along the park's trail
Reveal whitest clouds
And birds in flight and song as
We walked hand in hand
You ever live a life full of mysteries and
Just wonder.....
Who are you destined to be and what kind
Of things you were destined to do....
Coming across with people who open the doors
To success... so every new accomplishment
I hold up a fist symbolizing my individuality as a human
Person but think about it harrd it really means
The success of a young blacc youth....
Who is Mel some may ask......I who you call the most efficient with words with
sympathy converting into harmony and as my words of metaphors enlightens
thoughts in ya heads....the progress to my Panamanian dream becomes reality.....
Ladies and gentlemen I present to you what is called
Reality in the making.
Walking in the light in which I can say if I aint getting noticed let myself be
Burring my past and creating a new beginning
Remember No sacrifice equals no victory
And as my epitome of taking my poetry
reflects a hidden talent within me I hold up my fist once
More and say I don't hold up not only for the skin color
Of for the broths and sistah that made history
I hold it up because of my individuality and
Stand as a successful brotha to become history in the making
And as I live under one nation and its under god
As the blood rushing my vein burst out the color red white and blue
I repeat myself again....I hold up my fist not because of my broths and sistah who
made history
I want to make history
And when making it to the top I look down on my haters as they struggle to make
their way to the top
Im over the edge so I say.......Who ARE YOU?
And the Oscar goes to………..
your performance was brilliant.
But don't think for a second that
I will give you a standing ovation.
Alexis Y.
12/23/19
Don’t provide a culinary delight
On a gourmet’s table like a goose
Instead, stand up for just causes and alight
Your upward mobility flight of stairs like the Indian grey mongoose
To strut your agility to take on and slay cobras
Which in one form or another your tranquil life attempt to plague
As verbal problems in Algebra
You crack with ease in the league
Where mathematical equations you munch
By the dozen to feed the appetite
That taps and harnesses the curiosity branch
In your bid to develop the tripartite
Arrangement in which your soul flourishes and nourishes to while away time
Productively when from mundane platitudes
You take leave, preferring instead to climb
The ladder of conciliation and reconciliation on platforms where positive attitudes
Couched in genuine concern you reinvent
Curiosity in techniques that slay animosity
Embedded in foibles that vent
Frustrations in ways that conflate religiosity
With mumbling and mouthing nonsense
That the less pious you treat
Like lesser Christians whose sense
Of spiritual uplift you greet
With disdain and reluctance
Although Jesus preaches accommodation
Of sinners and backsliders without grandstanding askance
That salvation mission meets without any standing ovation.
Pain sometimes rains strain
That catapults us either to seek to inflict punishment
On others as churlish challenges drain
Our stamina until if misused pain robs from our judgment
Powers of discernment essential
To separate fiction from fact
Trash from quintessential
Enabling us to care and to detract
From misdirecting our energy
In spreading pain
Slaying synergy
If we deign to enable the reign
Invaded by misconception
To twist our perception
Surrender to the mirage of deception
To betray the correct conception
Of the role pain in our lives plays
In God’s grand scheme
Where pain slays delays
In reaping opportunities to reap cream
From shafts of pain meant
To elicit the best
From pages sent
To prevent the pain test
From degenerating into a curse
That worsens our fortune
If from our belief purse
We stress the tune
That strays from the narrow path
That leads to our salvation
Promised to Sylvia Plath
If we are to earn from God a standing ovation.