Best Surmount Poems
Forgive intrusion in the fray
I'm making comments today
Tom's limericks, three
were cute as can be
But of Kim and Jack, I must say.....
We all know how well Kim can write
She graces each page of the site
But limerick queen
Jan is a machine
There's no cause to argue or fight (all done in fun)
Limerick's have a syllable count
Ya can't use just any ol amount
Jack uses too many
His words aplenty
It's a problem he must surmount
It's the same with Shakespeare's sonnet
No matter whose name is on it
There's one Scotland Yard
And only one Bard
No imitators, doggone it
Don't get stalled with rhyme and meter
Sometimes prose can read much sweeter
Write what's in your heart
Poetry is art
Pick up your pen and don't teeter
No showdowns here; we're having fun
Put away your slingshot and gun
Not calling the law
Just havin' a jaw
Don't run me out of town...I'm done
Written: October 28, 2023
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Among the living is where perfection is found.
Stoicism is a path of life that acts as dull ground.
The advice is to focus on the bright side of life.
Dispel the negativity, and let vanish all strife.
Inciting people to enhance their morality
To foster resilience in the face of adversity.
Strengthening your resolve and impediment
Beat iconoclastic wits for a fine pediment.
Grasp of the overarching rationality
Sustaining integrity even amid adversity
The Stoic Path is a philosophy of such depth.
With wisdom and tranquility in your breadth
Life taught us to persist in the face of hardship.
To sustain balance while still preserving worship.
Maintain calmness under challenging conditions.
Surmount your inhibitions and avoid suspicion.
And to welcome fulfillment with dignity.
Handle highs and lows with stoic sympathy.
Stoicism, truly, provides solace and calm.
A way of living that allows us to fully qualm.
How? By concentrating on our inner proclivity.
And shedding our bonds is an act of loyalty.
We are liberated from the bonds of conflict.
And accept a promising, significant life profit.
The Stoic Way is a philosophy with lofty stature.
steers our deeds into an improved, sound future.
Integrity and prudence in the face of misfortune
To mold ourselves and have a vital life and fortune.
My silky ivory coat keeps me warm in the artic climate,
my keen senses search for prey in the Alaskan wilderness-
When I encounter the mighty mount Denali, I climb it,
yes, I am an Artic Wolf and am known for being carnivorous.
I savor the flavor of a great
muskoxen and caribou.
The way the twilight sparkles
upon my prey, I feel the
desire for more-
When darkness hovers over
the land, my pack and I
find that there is more prey
than during the day holding
such brilliant light.
My teeth-
Razor sharp.
My eyes-
Deep chameleon blue.
Here I am, hunting for the fox that I always fight,
we battle and struggle with each other’s strength-
And as I search for artic hares in the middle of the night,
my leap into catching him is nine feet long in length.
As dusk arrives I anticipate
the salmon-
The reverie delivers the taste
I can never resist.
As I run through my territory
of about one hundred miles
I feel the fervor of the fight.
My teeth-
They clench.
My eyes-
Intense.
I am ready for the temptation of killing as it arrives,
and as my teeth growl I soon become prepared-
My claws dug deep in the ground as I begin to thrive,
for I have encountered a black mountain bear.
Through the combat of the
battle I have found victory.
I am alone, with no other wolf
in the brawl.
I relish in the taste of triumph
and surmount as being the
greatest Artic Wolf in the
Alaskan territory.
My teeth-
Superior.
My eyes-
Acute.
My famished body has been marked with the game,
my prey killed with one grasp from my mouth-
Then I linger on to my cave, fulfilled and tame,
tomorrow it will be the time to travel down south.
Poetry in an Animal's View
Jamie Pan
January 29, 2017
DIFFICULTY: -noun
a trouble or struggle; something that is hard to understand or surmount
I’ve felt hell’s fire and dealt with many circumstances I may confide-
But the most difficult thing I have to live with is being touched by suicide.
She brought sunshine to my rain and day dreams of true compassion-
That was my beloved sister - Karen…so full of life long dreams and passion.
-so I thought…
Truth be told the last six years have been the worst years of my life-
Remembering her final days on earth, so full of self-hatred and strife.
She went from a blazing fire to embers of ashes in all of one glance-
And I knew deep down inside she really never had a living chance.
-this I knew…
See, suicide is a tricky situation when I stop and think of her reasons-
Looking back, she seemed to have a different personality for every season.
The anguish I am left with bleeds my soul dry and heart ripped to shreds-
If only I could have given her a healthier life, more happiness instead.
-my only wish…
“How do I cope?”, one may ask when wondering how I still live in grief-
I need to say the greatest gift is my quill that brings me honest relief.
I had days of mourning and nights of weeping without a breath-
And many times when I wished I too, that I ended up leaving in death.
-sad days encountered…
Life is so difficult even when you are having the greatest of days-
But when dealing with such a tragic loss it’s worse in so many ways.
People always tell me, “don’t worry honey, time always heals”-
Well I say right back to them, “you just don’t know how it feels”.
-pain never passes…
A Difficult Topic For You Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
Date Written: September 23, 2016
you've broken me in ways I can't recount
unloved, uncherished, and unsought am I
the anguish of my soul I can't surmount
the pounding of my heart an echoed, "Why?"
You were possessed, you were obsessed with me
the sun would not go down till we had met
you claimed my eyes bewitched in fantasy
and dreams of me would leave you in a sweat
you said I was the best of women found
my beauty ravished sweetly every thought
no one like me above or on this ground
for such as I you had sincerely sought
the years unraveled and I lost my glow
no longer did my form desire ignite
the love of someone else you came to know
and so descended hope to endless night
you took away from me my fondest dreams
I came to feel much like some loathsome trash
my tears came not in droplets but in streams
as self esteem then crumbled with a crash
you did not love my soul, you did not see
my true identity, you did not love
and so I tried to be other than me
my eagle heart I veiled to be your dove
and though I try so hard, it is in vain
no word, no smile, no touch can love awake
I daily try to live with searing pain
my heart and soul for you I must forsake
you've broken me in ways I can't express
but life goes on and on, and I survive
now and again I long for love's caress
so that once more my heart can come alive
Eileen Manassian
Unseen but ubiquitous,
Savage and surreal,
If not curated but contagious,
Annihilative and aerial,
Then lurking, now loose,
You are the silent stone sepulchre,
Tangling, tormenting; transient truce,
An asphyxiating, aggravating and apocalyptic aperture,
You might among countless thriving throng induce fear,
Cause bountiful bouts of darkness and despair,
You might perhaps possess lives of mankind in multitudes,
Cripple economies and ravage revenues.
Say, can you cease the blowing of wildly winds?
Say, can you banish a bridal blush or a child’s caprice?
Say, can you hold the hanker of a koel for its lilting lyrics, while it sings?
Say, can you shackle the Sun, or rob its rays with your bitter malice?
You are nothing but an atomic annihilator, a sombre spree,
In vain you strive to rule over our spirits free,
We would surmount all sufferings and decimate your derisive decree.
Saptarshi Mukherjee
The Naughty Pen
She loves my naughty pen
Little wonder why her bunk shook
The last night I visited
Between the boards of her heart my verses are vast
Written with unspoken words
Littered with love language
Only her heart can decode
The naughty pen’s code
She loves my naughty pen
Because of its beautiful rhymes
The reverie of having my pen made her snore
As we snore
I swim through her imaginations
Exploring and emancipating her innermost
Conquering her doubts
Surpassing her body
Plowing the unknown
Building fences around her garden
She loves my naughty pen
And my pen love her I swear
But I hope she won’t stone my pen to death
For its naughtiness
Even if she does
My pen shall resurrect on the third day
Because no stone can kill true love
She kissed my naughty pen
Like a mother whose child needs lullaby
Caressing my innocent lips with her wet lips
As a baby pen, I cuddled between her two tender layers
Standing between her chest
The baby pen sucks her milk
Thus making her sobbed, saying; ‘crazy baby’
The sand hill stood straight, pleasure mixed with imagery
Dragging the night into an endless quest of possibilities…
Possibilities encoded with lyrics
I gave her my naughty pen the last night we met
Now, she is accusing the lyrics of my pen of being naughty
And yet, she is smiling all the way, asking for naughtier pen
Is it a crime to express my innermost feeling?
Is it a crime to build true imagery and fantasy?
Is it a crime that the mental state of my pen’s imagination is naughty?
Is it a crime that my pen loves her; and she loves my pen much more?
Much more because the frequencies of her heart beat is stronger than Rhythm FM
To my bosom friend
My naughty pen loves you
Stop acting shyness
Shyness is for the weak at heart
My pen is ready to go hungry for a century to proof this;
Ready to surmount Mount Everest for you;
Ready to blow you kisses when the night is dark and fear arises;
Ready to stand by you when the arrows of life rail at you;
Ready to cover you when the night is cold and cruel
Ready to make you feel like a woman
Ready to forgive and forgive, and forgive…
I love you….the naughty pen
Dedicated to Adeola Adenekan
Written by Awoh Kingsley
October 19th, 2012.
FORGET NOT GRATITUDE
Over the accolades we reached and claim:
forget not, the lamps lighting tricky paths:
they help us surmount, survive every flame,
nurturing the soul away from bloodbath
turning common days to joys, one could aim -
gratitude within and of we became. . .
Written January 30, 3017; 10:52 am
Birth: the first step to journey’s end.
We cannot travel and pretend
That our paths will be all straight
And leave the helm to luck, not faith.
There will be chasms full of gloom
Where evil spirits hide and loom
The eerie feelings forecast doom
And wide-eyed flowers do not bloom;
There will be dangers hard to count
So many mountains to surmount
The angry waves will roll and pound
While furious winds despoil the ground
The weary feet will turn to lead
It will be hard to forge ahead.
But are we going to give in
To the backstabbing from within
Become a prey to currents’ might
Or beat retreat and take to flight?
Oh no my friend! That’s not the way
To reap the fruit of our stay
On this domain where life must rise
Above the slime; so let’s be wise
To turn defeat into a win
To put a stop to faults and sin
To change the darkness into light
To not submit without a fight
To find the means to learn to cope
So that we travel on with hope
Till when we give the final breath
We cross the bridge to life, not death.
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Author: Paul Callus ~ 16/03/2014
Contest: Life is what you make it!
Sponsor: Dave Wood
Placing: 1st
My dreary life shunned, a chance to escape;
atop glacial peak, glorious vision.
Oasis amongst the frigid landscape;
found sanctuary, almost Elysian.
Colorful fish dart, despite intrusion,
in clear blue water of idyllic lake.
Grand oaks' enclosure heightens seclusion,
if this be a dream, no wish to awake.
Surmount gnarly trunk, in bosom I nest,
relax for a spell, savour treetop view.
Ponder existence, I truly am blessed;
alas, paradise, soon time to eschew.
'fore starting descent, 'fore limbs are unfurled,
shut eyes and breathe deep, absorb nature's sounds.
This close to Heaven, at top of the world,
touch of Creator supremely resounds.
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(C) 12th May 2017
ABAB-CDCD-EFEF-GHGH rhyme scheme
10 syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com - but had to remove apostrophes in fourth stanza as it was mis-counting)
For Brenda Chiri's Mountaintop Lake contest.
(3rd Place)
Used the following word(s):
#1 treetop view
#2 colorful fish
#3 clear blue water
#4 nature's sounds / sounds of nature
He won’t fit inside a church
He won’t fit inside a thought
He won’t fit inside a hope
Yet He fits inside a heart
He is light and He is love
He lavishes us, each one, with good
He restores us when we doubt
He reminds us we can always surmount
The enemies that seems to cloud
Our joy, our hope, our inspiration
The feelings that create in us
A grace that rains down His love
He won’t fit inside a dream
He won’t fit inside a house
He won’t fit inside a song
Yet He will fit inside the soul
He is the wonder that leads us on
The feeling of promise that teaches our hearts
The beauty and joy of knowing His love
Abides within us, where He will fulfill us
He is the kindness and the strength
That brings us beyond all the sorrow and grief
He destroys the darkest dread, despair
Reassures our hearts that we always have a prayer
He won’t fit inside a star
He won’t fit inside a cathedral
He won’t fit inside a religion
Yet, He will fit inside the spirit
He is wise and He is trustworthy
His light reflects the peace that is His
Sign – His crest – His insignia that suggests
He knows our hearts, our souls, our spirits
He tears down all the walls we’ve built
With our worries, our fears and our suspicions
He shows us how to love, unconditionally, completely
With a love that He inspires, rousing inside
The one who knows He is the answer to each prayer
The reason for our desires, our hopes, our dreams
The reason for our joy, our kindness, our faith
The reason for a love that lives throughout eternity
He won’t fit inside a mind
But He will fit inside a life!
1 Kings 8:27 (KJV) – But will God indeed dwell on the earth? Behold, the heaven and heaven of heavens cannot contain thee; how much less this house that I have builded?
Love is the commitment based on respect
To forge an alliance in ways abstract
When two hearts unite as life's architect
Their souls intertwine by a karmic pact
Knitting the fabric of their daily life
Blissful togetherness its foundation
Nurturing exchanges devoid of strife
Each other the object of affection
Unblemished trust is the almighty glue
The strength to surmount any obstacle
Promise to be loyal faithful and true
Protecting fiercely our inner circle
Sometimes we're needing to work through baggage
To heal within a small child with damage
AP: 3rd place 2022
Submitted on March 2, 2019 for contest WHAT IS LOVE sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND
She has had her share of pain, the kind that turns life inside out
She has learned to survive on her own while inside, she wants to shout
She has passed through doubts and came out the other side
She has humbly rebuilt from places where people lied
She has felt broken while still caring for her friend,
who receives her support with a gratitude that will never end
For she shows with angelic action that she understands,
how to care, regardless of where her friend lands
Thank you my friend, in more ways than I can count
Never forget the many things, you helped me surmount!
Heidi Sands
5/13/25
(C)opyright
When I wonder in those days counting look
Smelling love's scent ever painted leaves hold
In barren variation i did took
A stem from the tree that never grows old.
Against present hours do i fortify
The urge to reveal grace of such account
That none of their faces can home my life
For memories alone they can't surmount.
Lo, to save remembrance of youthful love
Let fixed mind remind through eyes what i sight
My sweetest escape when I'm left with sobs
This is a small tribute i wrote tonight.
Time so fast can't take what black ink lays still
In my verses our love saved without ill.
Before time existed - MY HEART WAS FULL OF YOU-
for you have always been my dream come true.
Periwinkle mornings with a splash of tangerine,
never saying adieu,
keeping vows true;
our love, the most magical playwright I’ve ever seen.
So, I walk with my head held as high as the mount,
for ease cascades, flowing gently down the fount-
simple nights held under the glowing harvest moon,
savor the amount,
love shall surmount;
melodies flood as my mind recalls our youthful tune.
My heart was full of you before time existed,
I thank the kind Lord above we never resisted.
Embraced by chiffon in a bed made of affection,
we both persisted,
true love enlisted;
for loyalty binds as we share a rare connection.
My love-
you have always been my dream come true,
and
that’s why my heart shall always be full of you.
August 10, 2019