Best Success Poems
Go with the flow
Where zephyrs blow
Parallel the weather
Light as a feather
Set it adrift
Life is a gift
Open your heart
Play up the part
Let your mind soar
Your passions roar
Wonder if you have a hit
Stop don’t overthink it
You risk paralysis
With excess analysis
Set your dreams free
You be you and I’ll be me
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on February 15, 2019 for CONTEST 560 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Originally posted on January 25, 2019
Leaves of the Dead
Les feuilles mortes
They fall like dead soldiers
Dreams knifed in the dead of night
It is as yesterday
Once more
Where love was kissing my cheek
Where hopes had dreams
One could see the blossom of loves desires
Leaves falling in the park
Autumn coldness brings the dark
Death marching towards winters fate
Young love broken at the graveyard gates
Ah now I am holding a cane
I have all but forgotten yesterday
I have no lovers
My friends have all but gone
To their designated places in the ground
Piano keys in soft lit lounges
I remember the vodka stingers and sultry singers
Telling me life was jolie oh so jolie
If only there was love…
Leaves falling in the park
Autumn coldness brings the dark
Death marching towards winters fate
Young love broken at the graveyard gates
At 3am, with burnt cigarette butts
If only there was love
When the metro finds it’s unwitting end
Reality and cubes make ugly paintings
There are only drunks
Dreamers and bums
Thief’s picking pockets of your final instructions
Leaves falling in the park
Autumn coldness brings the dark
Death marching towards winters fate
Young love broken at the graveyard gates
If you can sober up and face the poverty
Of your empty aspirations of hope
Come to the bois de Vincennes
Where Kings and Queens danced and dined
What better place
To splay the butter
So that the knife slides smooth
Whilst the sun fades kissing the seine
Autumn leaves will fall
Dead again
Leaves falling in the park
Autumn coldness brings the dark
Death marching towards winters fate
Young love broken at the graveyard gates
I take my hat off for the flag
I stand up straight; let others sag
I get all weepy for Old Glory
thinking of my family's story
They came from Russia with naught but hope
with just their wits to help them cope
No language skills or education either
Money or living quarters, they had neither
But they scraped and scrimped, and just kept going
Gramps peddled junk, grams did the sewing
And with the help of God, it all worked out
Hard work and faith -- their kids did sprout
My father an attorney, my uncle a physician
All due to gram and gramps' prescient intuition
To emigrate alone, part of no community
to an unknown land of opportunity
Into blind rage he flew again
His neck veins bulged, his fists he closed
His wife could not remember when
She'd seen her man calm or composed
This time she screamed; she'd yelled out Stop!
Surprised and stunned, he lost his voice
Tempting fate, she'd ruled out cops
She prayed she'd made the wisest choice
His veins relaxed, his fists now hands
His voice returned, he told her thanks
She would not have to make demands
Resort to feline's cunning pranks
He managed to suppress his rage
Thanks to his wife, he turned the page
~ Iambic Tetrameter ~
Ingredients To Achieve A Dream - Panagiota Romios
Dream Recipe: Ingredients
Have a huge dream that seems unachievable!
Be fearless and put up pictures of that dream all over your house.
Invite your God to mentor you and then close your ears.
As the world is replete with nay-sayers out to choke you with fear.
You think I am supercilious or dallying in a game?
No, this is so real, if you don't do this, you will find others or
circumstances to blame.
Most importantly, do go on a total news diet.
Total abstinence, please, oh please, just try it?
Read and listen to only things that uplift you heart.
Be very careful as what enters your mind, as all that
becomes you.
And if suffering from any illness, do the best you can to not let
it define you!
Don't let anyone ever steal your dream.
Then your life can be the Creme de la Creme!
February 19' 2020
3:30pm PST
Armstrong, Collins and Aldrin
were the three that made up the crew
to be the first men to set foot on the moon
was what they were determined to do.
1969 was the year that it happened
16 July was the day
early that morning the blast- off took place
Apollo 11 was sent on its way.
They went over their plans for 3 or 4 days
on their way as they traveled through space
then it was time to descend to the moon
and gently land on its face.
On 20 July they made their descent
in the lunar module they commanded
History was made when we heard these words
"Houston, the Eagle has landed."
Neil Armstrong stepped out of the Eagle
and uttered these words so defined
"One small step for man
one giant leap for mankind."
An American flag was left on the moon
as a reminder of what they had done
they returned to Earth on July 24
their success was second to none.
This event went down in History
its success helped us to learn
that though other planets are quite far away
we can go there and safely return.
A torch carried on forever, indeed,
for the aggressive rhymer in me,
is alive again, unshackled and freed,
rising to challenge another day, I see.
As I found myself lost deep in Tolkien,
with epic Star Wars, never ending,
surrounded in a geek paradise, serene,
optical illusions before me, suspending.
Life's songs on guitar strings strummed,
an epiphany unlike they've ever heard,
euphoric dreams in my visions hummed,
as I pen archaic word after archaic word.
Artistry is born only to be my brother,
encircled this star, a pentagram made,
my day is done, I have conquered another,
as the sun slowly brings down the shade.
A Word Collage For Chan Hurst
(Cyndi MacMillan's contest)
Often women dream about famed lover sweet
While stars shine above mused quiet meets
Coded notes given neath party arbor
Eager hands which cause fresh ardor
These alter truth while love's fight wanes
Breed venom, fuels anger, solid bonds drain
Rings' blest oaths rival heavy chain
Death comes swift where wrong ideas start
False charm tears unity apart
After dawns first light sleep ought cease
Madam casts aside bogus scene; finds peace
12/20/2017
Fem Bogstaver
Hosted By: Rhoda Tripp
...this was flipping hard! lol
Color, miracle of light, never ending palette of energy; flood my mind and wash away the gray abyss.
Paint my heart, red and gold;
my life with a million color-scapes.
A life without color, is a monster;
lying in wait to devour everything.
My palette, likes to dance, among the tulips and poppies; nature’s canvas, provides the music.
Pirouetting brush, taps out scenes on a canvas;
a one-dimensional adventure, to peruse for years;
a snapshot of a moment in time.
My spirit rides the flow of pigment across the canvas; skating on the flow,
I am at one with hues birthed by light.
Meditating upon them, I come to see the beauty
in the world and in myself;
a palette of colors, am I.
All life, dances in reds, greens, yellows and blues;
their blending, gives birth to hues, pastel to bold;
life is light in inter-play, with everything.
Look around and brand the colors upon your heart,
memory and soul; tattoos of joy and sadness,
blend to build a canvas that is viewed by all.
Your colors; valued by others or hated,
determine your destiny.
When you re-paint your life, do not fear the colors;
revel in them. Your imagery will live on, eternally.
The secret to success is to simply stop.
Stop seeking attention.
Stop arguing with those who gossip.
Stop listening to lies.
Stop squabbling for your rights with stupid people.
Stop searching for the negative in...anything.
Stop fighting small fights.
Stop sweating the small stuff.
Just. Simply. Stop.
Potential is a most tantalizing Hypocrite
Views the toil of Accomplishment and quits
Your thoughts go a long way in determining your future
Positive thinking will allow you to portray your life in a way that only you can picture
Negativity creates a journey to unhappiness along the way
Banish those thoughts and your life will flourish I have to say
We can all become the person that we dream of being
Decide who you are in your mind, then put it out there for the world to see
Form a picture of the life you wish to create, then follow through
Visualization is a tool you must use to become the ideal you
Even while sleeping your dreams can help you to see what you can become
To be successful with anything you want to achieve, you must make it fun
First and foremost you must believe in yourself for any chance of success
Show that you are confident and try to manage your stress
We all have a lot to offer to make this world a better place
When you truly figure out who you are inside, let it out for society to embrace
The secret of success is to pay attention to the whispers of our inner voice!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
25 January 2019
I cast these concepts
I cast these kernels
Kernels in my hand
Kernels in the clay
Clay of loam
Clay of words
Words to describe
Words packed
Packed with exegesis
Packed with strength
Strength of scavenging
Strength of crowd
Crowd of swarms
Crowd of staleness
Staleness with enthusiasm
Staleness with bluntness
Bluntness of prediction
Bluntness of demeanor
Demeanor with smile
Demeanor of delight
Delight in adventure
Delight of writing
Writing of nursery stories
Writing of poetry
Poetry from heart
Poetry for show
Show of pride
Show of faith
Faith in progression
Faith in aestheticism
Aestheticism in connoisseurship
Aestheticism of spirit
Spirit to convince
Spirit with zoanthropy
Zoanthropy from hysteria
Zoanthropy of diabolical
Diabolical in a cave
Diabolical of power
Power to rule
Power to deceive
Deceive with attempt
Deceive to mislead
Mislead unfair impression
Mislead into thinking
Thinking about calm
Thinking about success
Success isn't happiness
Success isn't wealth
Wealth
Happiness
Our heroes roar
There they are
Flags held high
Voices raised too high
Eyes raised so high
Heads up in the sky
The spirit of football so much
They are our heroes
To play it all
All mouths are wide open
Throats always yelling out
Our heroes truly roar
Our hearts stir to the rhythm
While we watch the ball
We widen our souls in the stadium
One world on the pitch
We catch the ball in our eyes
We all kick it
‘****in **** we goin to do it’
The cries of victory make us sane
The laughter for the goal
The red card curse
The yellow fuss
It’s in the news ;’what a hurray’
They win or lose
The heroes kick up the wind
And kick up the sun’s rays
Till the sweat reminds us of the power
We want them to get the cup for us
When they do we promise to hail them
Though not all of us can have it
Those who lose want to kill
But we remember more excitedly
It’s better than the world war three
It’s the world cup
Those who put their lips to it
Will play it and play it
Because our heroes roar! And roar!