Best Submit Poems
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L E N O R E L E N O R E
E N T W I N E D E N T W I N E D
Always with my HearT I Always with true Feeling
Love You, my Dearest WIFE ALWAYS with Emotions
My Love grows like an oak My Heart beats for YOU
Mighty and E v e r l a s t I n g MY TEARS are Real
YOU are M Y STRENGTH Yet My Heart still Aches
FOR YOU LIVE in ME Though You live with GOD
ETERNAL B L I S S YOU wear the gown of Angels
INFINITE P U R E YOU carry my Heart in Yours
You grow in my heart EACH and EVERY Day
The LOVE grows and I am at Peace KNOWING
As LOVE Grows In my BROKEN Heart
Constantly Knitting cracks and Fissures
My Dearest Beloved Tenderly Mended
Repairing Loneliness My Wife Lenore
Angelically Smiles Eternally Loved
MY Only Most B E L O V E D
L I F E L E N O R E
Always F O R E V E R
YOU My Heartbeat
Are My S O U L
MY W I F E
One Breath
N e v e r
Alone
YOU
And
I
Categories:
submit, life, lost love, love,
Form:
Concrete
Submit a poem is haunting me.
I cannot find a word.
It seems all that I think to write.
I think you all have heard.
Ooooohhhh! How it can take it's toll.
Not knowing what to say.
You wish with all your heart and soul.
But end up in dismay.
You only hope that in the end.
What's written's worth the ink.
And that you still have just one friend.
Who likes the way you think.
I'm not one for contests.
Though theme's help to inspire.
I will usually just ingest.
My own consuming fire.
Categories:
submit, dedication, desire, devotion, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
Is there a reason why all ballplayers spit
Can they get to the majors, if a spittoon the can't hit
Twenty paces while chawing
On tabaccy while jawing
At the ump, methinks it's likely tradition I submit
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
submit, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Shaking her wet ears, uncertain
How her purpose may be best served
Stagger concealed in immersion
Shown the pasture that she deserved
Frolicking safely within a flock
Diminutive trot to the beat kept timid
Faithfully bides time, tick clock
Offer of grace to God signals her limit
Wool washed, cleansed by clan
Coddled offspring wrapped with cotton
Shepherd held title, simple plan
Dinners prepared, archaic ideals rotten
Bristling beneath her softness
Fibres frayed at what her life signifies
Dismayed to only boost profits
Loyal lamb follow is forsaken sacrifice
Fuming, she rips off her fleece
Livid lion malicious marauder dormant
Roars revenge, discards peace
Trek to reckless, divorce her informant
Taught to shelter, even in harm
Trust husband’s will, cutlet finale fate
Savage feline, leaving the farm
Sleek escapee lapping blood off plate
Sacrificial Sixteenth November
Categories:
submit, africa, analogy, animal, destiny,
Form:
Rhyme
A BATTLE BETWEEN CATTLE
I don't think men were created to battle
I don't think men were created to fight wars
they were too busy feeding their family by slaying cattle
while trying to repair the infection in society's sores
but something stops them from focusing on a pat on the back
and a reassuring handshake that says may luck be yours
one man would gladly help carry a brothers pack
because that might fix the infection in society's sores
I don't think men were created to covet anything of worth
they should just build a better world from a bitter earth
I wish mankind could share the planet we live upon
lest half the planet and people be gone
I don't think men were created to make others cry
I don't think men were created to fight
one day, in the name of easiness, brave men need never die
and one day we'll all live in peace, yeah right!
© 2012.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
submit, angst, men, men, planet,
Form:
Quatrain
"Submit"
Best Bower or Joker?
Submit intense pink velvet tipped
wrapped all around your Proust
hot silent Senryu’s ripped
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"There are two "bowers" in a trump suit and they are both Jacks.
The right bower is the Jack of the trump suit,
and this is the second highest trump
(the highest trump is the Joker).
The left bower is the Jack of the complementary suit,
and this is the third highest trump."
https://youtu.be/RV4IGSh_3Cs
Wax Tailor x The Games You Play No. 40
À la recherche du temps perdu
Author's Notes:
1. The Rules/500
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Categories:
submit, desire, psychological, word play,
Form:
Free verse
Submit
I submitted my ego between the hollow of her horns
As tears and scream emanate from her apogee
The sweet sensation of my aroma sweep through her spine
Spilling Adam's gifts
The becoming of a small Adam
As
Guilt stood before my gifts
I ate the apple
Its taste was paradoxical
As Gabriel gnashed at me
With his blazing sword sweeping my spine
Fiery tears and fears had a filed day on us
Eden stood behind us , Eve at the center, and toiling before us
As a wanderers we move to nowhere
Wearing the boots of nowhere
As age and death beacon on us
Regret echoes at the center of the garden
At moonlit we gazed at the moon
Contemplating
When shall we free from this pockets of pains?
Where is The Lamb?
If only he peeps at us
In the region of my imaginations
A saw a Cross bleeding
It was The I Am
His Innocent blood echoes,
Submit, submit, submit
awoh awoh
Categories:
submit, life,
Form:
Classicism
January
February
Sitting atop a frozen world
In this igloo house
Hovered o’er by Gods
Of ice and snow
In their awful grey vault of heaven!
Some Jupiter’s joke up there
Has turned things upside down
Somewhere above the roiling roof
Lay a land of spice and fruit
Mind reaching out
Logy along the vein
Tastes the unpeeled
Plumb of paradise
One short minute’s warmth
But then
Back down again
January
February
This igloo house
Categories:
submit, depression, sea, seasons
Form:
Free verse
~ Timeless Pieces ~
_______________________________
Timeless pieces
Timeless classics
Timeless days, and
Timeless nights
Everything is timeless
When your running
Out of time....
Scurry~Hurry~Haste
To get all your thoughts, in place
Glancing over your shoulder
What day, is today?
So little time, so much to say
Will it even matter
Climbing up the ladder
To the loft....Where'd I leave off?
Timeless pieces
Timeless classics
Timeless days, and
Timeless nights
Everything is timeless
When your running
Out of time....
Rubbing the cobwebs from my eyes
Staring out the window
Frozen for a second, upon the sky
And wondering deep inside
What words, should I write?
Not a moment left to waste
Rearranging, the page
Scurry~Hurry~Haste
So little time, so much to say
Timeless pieces
Timeless classics
Timeless days, and
Timeless nights
Everything is timeless
When your running
Out of time....
Will it even matter
Climbing down the ladder
Peering into the aquarium
Along the way
What day, is today?
Sitting at the computer
And turning towards the wall
The clock upon the mantel
I better, make that call
Scurry~Hurry~Haste
Words in hand, and typing like mad
So little time, so much to say
Timeless pieces
Timeless classics
Timeless days, and
Timeless nights
Everything is timeless
When your running
Out of time....
That's it, hit the submit
Will it even matter?
I better, make that call
Looking at the pictures
Hanging, on the wall
Talking to the parrot
Playing with the dog
Thinking....
I better, make that call
Scurry~Hurry~Haste
Timeless classics
Timeless days
Everything is timeless
When, your running
Out of time!?
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*.*Timeless Pieces|*:*\
Categories:
submit, angel, baby, jesus, love,
Form:
Strobes peek in through curtains drawn,
The pulsing lights of twelve past dawn,
Moon's gone fishing behind indigo cloud,
Dragging moaning fogs in August shroud,
Sobbing woes to concrete unforgiving,
Still providing for all that's living,
So is it sadness that here ends drought,
Or only kindness though given in doubt?
I am merely but one breath on evening rest,
At most a heartbeat chiming thunder abreast,
And only gazing in lights rendered skies,
From my grasp of insanity this night pries,
I'll give my life my love my sleep,
If only this recluse serene air to keep,
I'll let shuddered tears come wash away,
The woes and troubles of mid-summers day.
Categories:
submit, rain,
Form:
Rhyme
And He put you to sleep,
Cut you open,
Took one of your ribs,
And came up with me.
Thus, I am from you,
Part of you,
A derived being,
And so to you I shall
submit.
Bone of your bones and,
Flesh of your flesh,
You had to be for me to
become,
You breathed first before
I woke
up,
And so rightfully you are
the
pioneer of me,
The ultimate, the alpha.
Dear Adam,
To you I will submit,
Your authority I will
respect,
And even though I
struggle for
equality,
At times even dare put
you under
me,
At the back of my mind I
know I
am wrong,
So I apologise, and am
going
back to where I belong.
He made me your helper
and not
competitor,
He made me from you
and not
from Him though He had
the
capability,
So automatically, you have
priority.
You are the head,
I am your neck,
I support you as you
function,
Help you turn this way
and that
To get a better view of
things and
at times bend to help you
relax.
I will offer my opinions
and
suggestions,
But let you make alu the
decisions,
I will every night whisper
your
name in my prayer,
Asking God to give you His
wisdom and strength,
To lead us everyday,
And I will forever follow
after you,
After all I am the shadow
of you.
I will submit,
I will obey,
I will humble myself to
you,
Therefore letting God's
blessings
smoothly flow through.
Categories:
submit, truth,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I choose to blame it on something or somebody.
In cases like this, it's something, but it's also me.
Years ago, when I was younger, I would often hear
'Small talks' of a particular behavior or phenomenon.
Let me explain in a way that some 'Soupers' will understand.
On the other hand, maybe this behavior is unique to me.
Or perhaps it's something many elders rather not talk about.
Anyway, life is a journey, and not all of it is pretty and smooth.
It was only yesterday that I checked the contest status of
a poem I submitted; or I assumed I submitted that poem.
As it turned out, I wrote a poem specifically for the contest,
but never really entered the contest. As per requirement,
I even indicated contest information at the bottom of the poem.
Mind you, I must confess; this is not the first time. Time and time again,
it keeps happening. Surely, there is an unwritten rule that I am violating.
It says, "You must commit in order to win; but you also must submit".
Nevertheless, I value and cherish the challenge and never bow to frustration nor consider my action an exercise in futility. Call it what you like, but I think I'm having Senior moments.
040522PS
Categories:
submit, age,
Form:
Verse
Wandering through dreams and silences, I choose to survive or submit,
the blow is different now, no longer what it once was, a faint echo.
Submission was just a bow, and life promised a new fight,
survival was mere awakening, without titles and hollow possessions.
The world, with its sweet pursuit, has left holes in our souls and chipped smiles,
I wander through thoughts and ponder the meaning of the word "submission,"
lowering my being, I wonder which path to take,
do not offer me shelter under a wing, I need no kings or thrones.
Be lost with me, let change come from conviction and fury,
peace carries a cost I cannot afford, it's too expensive a luxury.
I wander, and I’d rather drift aimlessly than be anchored
in the world's trash, I prefer to float through dreams and unknown winds.
I wander, an ever-seeking soul, between hidden questions and answers,
searching for a world where freedom has no chains and the heart can fly free.
Categories:
submit, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Find me among threshold of submission
Gather from within the twisted
tangles of my mangled brain.
Use the torch that hides below to
melt away the ice within my soul
Find me among tangled weeds
that bruised and cut me at the knees
Watch darkness hang over day
as my insides begin to fall astray.
Feel the heat that surfaces from below
as my insides turn to stone.
Sing me a melodie of wishful thinking
Find me among thresholds of submission
Categories:
submit, absence, betrayal,
Form:
Rhyme
Lord, we submit* ourselves to You according to Your will
Not insisting our stubbornness along arrogance-hill…
Help us whom You’ve granted Your redemption bill
To humble at Your throne of mercy where we keep still
In obtaining grace on how Your plan to fulfill.
Lord, we submit our hearts to You in Your name
Not doubting Your promises we should claim…
Help us whom You’ve rescued in our pitiful frame
To confess our acknowledged sin and shame
In casting our cares to Your provision’s fame.
Lord, we submit our pursuits to You for Your glory
Not coveting any honour nor entertaining worry…
Help us whom You’ve raised by Your victory
To lift up to You praises we carry
In pursuing for a holy life story.
Lord, we submit our hope to You through Your Spirit
Not ignoring Your might for our faith’s summit…
Help us whom You’ve made heaven-fit
To rely on Your Word’s perfect wit
In sharing the Gospel, so compassionately lit.
Lord, we submit our strength to You with Your guidance
Not banking on feeble and failing self-endurance…
Help us whom You’ve called with assurance
To yield to You against carnal resistance
In subduing foes through Your divine assistance.
Lord, we submit our thoughts to You by Your way
Not leaning on our understanding’s ray…
Help us whom You’ve ransomed with Your blood’s pay
To depend on Your wisdom without delay
In overcoming problems we face everyday.
Lord, we submit our cares to You along Your goodness
Not frustrating deliberately Your loving kindness…
Help us whom You’ve blessed with Your graciousness
To thank and praise You with joyousness
In worshipping You in Your truthfulness.
James 4:7 Submit yourselves therefore to God…
May 17, 2020
Categories:
submit, blessing, christian, devotion, faith,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue