Best Symmetrically Poems
I FELT A TOUCH
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It touched me soft
As a brush strokes
The hairs of my head
Soothed, then smoothed
To a straightened end
A gentle, tranquil sensation
I'd never once embraced
Til the time of this day
We clashed face to face
A remarkable memory
Made it's monument's mark
Upon the lands it light trod
To flaunt the voyage embarked
An ethereal endless epic told
Throughout my temporal tenure
Writes historical classics
Painting ventures unseen
Nor uncovered except
By the sole, live witness
Present the era/day the scene
Illumined with thickness
A misty, mystical, mythical
Melancholy dream
Symmetrically lensed
Amongst the mundane masses
An opalescent obstacle
For the morose eye
Its optometric mountain
Too immense to climb
An empirical event
Embedded in my mind
With heart who won't detach
The touch from right behind
It's my intimate film
Seen up close at first sight
My reminiscent rerun
Which I replay
Through the night
~Poetra Jah~
Categories:
symmetrically, allegory, christian, god, heaven,
Form:
Pastoral
A whispering word is a whispering void cantering over airspace. Clear but unclear. Oh the sheer detectable ideology of the fungal worm. Chitter chatter consume. Consumption is the eruption. And like a fine wine to a palate leaves no bereft anarchical wonderful wound. It leaves only a blemish you see. Wipe away and wield and wield. Surely only in a field is one golden shard shirt obtained through an era of cataclysmic canals. And now the peace of the sound injects and vibrates the atmosphere with simple yet symbolic and symmetrically placed soul speak. And so medicine is delivered to the gatherings at many a synchronization and talking cannot halt the dosage. And idle is the bows that do not shout or shoot. And to interrupt a single layer of brain peanut style is to merely swim backstroke against a myrtle current of which is called time. Collaborative collisions then. Good. Youthful digestive tunnels but as yet no turrets. Bouncing booming boogie bongos. Waves of impassive moods.magically magic majestic morphological moods. Xxxxxx ever since a baa comes an array.........savour not a salt and salute no angel for angel is an angel and anglers waltz in a very highly driven snow. So hahahahaha lumps of pressure means a tyre washing in progress....hahahaha mean not a mingle....hahahaha elevated eon.....hahaha and hohoho honourable hideous hundred xxxxxx inconspicuous..z
Categories:
symmetrically, april, arabic, basketball,
Form:
Please excuse my dear aunt sally
cause mathematically
how geometrically in reality the measurements accurately
shadow me
actually
my aunt manufactured me
multiply
my design
then divide by zero
it would be undefined
my existence is geometry
any form an shape symmetry
symmetrically an entity
whos positively unbalanced to negativity
cause negatively im positively magnetically
my well being makes me an mathematician
using mathemically the principles to define my existence
Categories:
symmetrically, art, self, stars,
Form:
Personification
Infinite game possibilities
As numerous as the stars above
As numerous as the sands in the sea
It transcends all the particles in the universe
A simple yet complicated game in the world
Played in sixty four squared battlefield
With a total of thirty two pieces
Controlled by the players.
Squares and pieces are symmetrically created
Divided in two distinct colors: Black and white
Each with sixteen pieces
In five exclusive designs
It includes:
Two Kings
Four Rooks
Two Queens
Four Knights
Four Bishops
And Sixteen pawns
Functioning differently
With own moves that could kill
All of them resides in the chessboard
A board made with ranks: 1-8 and files: A-H
Every squares has a name for their identification
This game was played by two various players or more
It's a sport, an art, and a game where the intellectual battles
It's the number one game I will ever play with love, it was CHESS!
Categories:
symmetrically, color, fun, games, image,
Form:
Shape
From a metre of cellotape one can actually fashion a spear. To fashion is neither fashionable nor cosmopolite it is merely to work an object into a work. And to work is to toil so don't throw the washing in a tall bin. It is wise to tie shoe laces symmetrically for doctrines might become very upset and cry. Which causes tidal waves to throw themselves upon lands. Oh boiling hot pan when will the hour of warmth be given to the ingredients? Forty minutes and twenty-nine seconds. Enough time to race around carrying a silver knife, a goblet of resin, a ball of dough, and fifty fluffy jellied eels with paperprint hats. Wow. Whoosh goes a sluice then. Again and again and again and again. And a mealworm with glowing eyes attends a fancy dress gala dressed as a pair of pruning shears. Fear not an ornate orchid snapping at a breeze. Fear only manicured manifestation of mirrored meows in tight skirts prowling corridors for caper supper. Supposed to be angled. Supposed to be superfluous. But starting is stopping and skirting is to stall. Stallion strength seeping staffing savouries. Haha and watch the new number of prancing prawns playing patio polo. And derive no wisdom from an item with many clauses. Had a shower with 3M radioactive isotopes in a very interestingly decorated tent. Wow. Stacking starting stirring. Xxxxx ornithine ordered orange ones. Xxxxx gardenias going gymnastic xxxxx institutionalised z
Categories:
symmetrically, beautiful,
Form:
The calm before the storm
remain shapeless
to assume any form
step into the strange
to get a good understanding
of the norm
why be symmetrically perfect
when you can be perfectly deformed
I've been a geek nerd freak
black sheep since I was born
I may not weild any weapons
but my tongue is like a double edge sword
Categories:
symmetrically, art, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme
Simplicity seduces stunning symmetrically salivating stimuli
Complexity confounds controlled curiosities calculating clarify
Ambiguous ambitions amplify arousing academics admirable
Mellifluous melodies making magical memories memorable
Poetic pendulums pondering pensive promiscuous pleasures
Esthetic echoes encouraging efficacious emulative endeavors
Deceiving diametrical dilemmas distancing dichotic delusions
Receiving rhythmically ratiocinative raging roaring revolutions
Beautiful breaths breathing benevolent boisterous behaving
Irreducible imaginary immortalizing idling iconic interfacing
Harmonic hemispheres hovering Homeric humble hypnotic
Tectonic transitions technical tantalizing theatrics thermotic.
This poem is dedicated to my friend Andrea Dietrich...whose poetry inspires all
In reference to her latest potd "When Poetry is Art"
Just messing with you my friend...love ya...and Happy! Holidays!
...this poem can also be read backward~from right to left...
Dec.17.2019
Your Best New Poem
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
N/A for contest
Categories:
symmetrically, conflict, imagination, poetry,
Form:
Alliteration
For this eternal moment,
setting aside imagined barriers
between ecopolitical empowerment
and psychological health,
indulge in this deeply rich Thought Experiment
that the multicultural empathic trust of cooperative WinWin strategic diplomats
is also the compassionate love of co-redemptive bodhisattva saints.
It may become resonantly transparent
why perfect love of multicultural regenerativity
cannot sustain within a toxic climate
of survival of the fittest,
competing WinLose evolutionary revolution models.
Perfect co-mentoring love
cannot exist in a vacuum
for the same reason that naturally evolving ecosystems
abhor vacuums between polypathic energies,
co-sympathetic enculturing truths
with symmetrically ionic, iconic, beauty.
Perfect love is bionically double-bind co-messianic,
cooperatively co-mentoring dipolar,
or it cannot be perfected
as Yang light with dualdark notnot Yin's ecological flow
of WinWin regenerating health.
Love cannot be returned away empty,
unfulfilled with longing for promise of fertility
unless also absorbing a pathological vacuum,
absence of co-empathic trust abundance
sufficient for this moment,
this day,
this life,
this regeneratively living Earth,
still grasping through pathological climates
of love's polypathic absence.
Categories:
symmetrically, health, life, light, love,
Form:
Political Verse
It was a rainy thursday when we rode a jeepney
We saw a boy scout seating in front of me
He was very cute and chubby
Wearing his boy scout attire incompletely
He was a kid who looks innocently
His blue bag was on his back while he was seating chilly
He observes everything silently
With his stunning Utopian round eyes that opens widely
His color was not too dark and not too lightly
His round face was created symmetrically
The angle of his nose is on a nice degree
His pinkish lips fits on his face perfectly
His haircut follows school rules correctly
And he wears himself neatly,
He catches our attention so easily
Thus me and my friend was amused constantly.
Until we reached our trips extremity
We are shock cause we and the boy scout has a destination equality
So he go out first and we follow intentionally
For we want to see him until we depart totally
As he go down out of the jeepney,
We saw him going on a right direction precisely
But just after him, we go down out of the jeepney
Yet in a span of a second we didn't see him anymore, he was gone unknowingly
We look in all directions fast and carefully
But our senses failed to track the scout: we didn't saw him and we didn't heard any noise from a running boy, he disappeared totally!
The right direction was part of a street and it was blocked so if he go there we must see him in reality
We are thinking all the what if's logically
But after all we cannot decline impossibility
What we experience is truly extraordinary
The boy scout transcended our fast eyes, does he teleported and gone swiftly? is he a time traveler? or we are just played by our own fantasy?
Categories:
symmetrically, imagery, mystery, november, ,
Form:
Narrative
for Nolan
Morning, I tell my betta, Beau,
how beautiful he is. He fans out sideways
turquoise, crimson and green for my
inspection. It's introspection time for she
who wears a writer's hat, anytime is writing time,
and she sees again through the window where
she works the stately oak, talking to itself,
thanks to the leafy wind from the lake that
clears its throat. It's shaped symmetrically
like the Chinese fan I yearned for, spread out
in Bo Song's parents' laundry window down-
town on Third Street, the one the father I
was named for bought me when I was nine
before the blood clot in his leg found home-
base in his heart, and I was suddenly
twelve, bereft of sire, almost a woman,
alone to fan her way through her
thirteenth summer.
Categories:
symmetrically, father daughter,
Form:
Free verse
A mystical mayhem is a deity left undisturbed. Yet in corrosive eras even a sharp shrapnel can shatter even the most strongest of iron souls. Interesting is it? The formations. The planned plane. The corrosive killers. Plan not a wield upon a shield. And merely hide and lounge behind a base curve. Expect no larger ten weeks of a kip is neither a lay down sausage nor is it an elongated pillow public pillow case. Haha to that. And benign is the duties of the metre long united slumber chain. Symbolised stirring sap syrup should start saving some. And of course a clam giggling and gurgling likes marble gargling in a tentative terminology. Arteries arresting attestation arbitrary are applied apples aren't they? And no beacon blob. And no born booming boiling bonnet. Oh ho ho to that. Now get up you lazy guts and start a curfew curve. Ridgeback dodge ball in a pie is an anagram of wisdom in a shy ping pong ball. And to work is to wound so to work is to want. And the disco ball reflects the antonyms and synonyms against a backdrop of high fluted time gems. Hahahahah synergistic syndrome symmetrically symbolised stirring sap syrup as aforementioned......6%6%6%6%0%0%0%0%00000%800% of a cubic metrical device. Leaping. Of course. Wow. Fantastic. Interesting isn't it and the clan of the world is a good day and night and sweet dreams of the world is full on a trip and the other side is the best thing for the purpose of the world of goo. Choo choo then in a chip shop. Xxxxxx and a hahahahahahahah deviational duties xxxxxxx catalogues cauliflowers carbonated carbohydrates xxxxxxx coniferous clambering clam xxxxxx and an interesting chat emerges from an amateur radio station broadcasting organization xxxxxx feel felony's frailing fleas frying....xxxxx carbonization z z z
Categories:
symmetrically, anniversary,
Form:
Sunflowers make a unified display;
symmetrically joined, each one by one-
gold petals dance around a center stage;
together, side-by-side in harmony.
Sunflower stems exhibit stable strength
supporting well their towering large heads;
as they, with thick, broad leaves encounter wind-
stems firmly keep them upright in the fields.
Adapting for good light, sunflowers thrive
by using their heliotropic heads;
they turn to face the sun when changing paths-
from East to West- and back to East again.
Framed by a landscape under sunny skies-
sunflower scenes are lovely works of art;
bright, sunny faces, swaying in the breeze-
creative work of nature- full and lush.
Bright, golden sunflowers- for me, mean love;
a gift presented to me through the years.
To honor special days, my family-
oft send me lovely sunflower bouquets.
May 8, 2021
Contest: Workshop: Inviting the Muse
Sponsor: Joseph Webster
Emotions/Feelings represented:
Unified, Stable, Adaptable, Artful, Lovesome
Categories:
symmetrically, emotions, flower, tribute,
Form:
Quatrain
Past the second light,aboard a ship am drifting
Feeling elated I need a minute to let it all sink in
If the crown fits I will line mine with pearls
Take a trip to Utopic Islands just to get my cereal outta farms
High_grade bud and tantalizing rum
I feel queasy flimsy,if am sick its the whisky cheating
Lets go far from here a place with no hurt or fear
I need freedom for a while, not mere wishful thinking,perception or dreams
Nothing imagined is real
We don't need simulation to make whips spin a rim
My goal is to make mankind supreme delight
Notta buncha snitches n rats
My artistry was sculpted from ancient Egyptian Vines
Made to last in a mummified extension of euclidean signs
If hanging the verse by double rhymes will bring justice to musicality then I will guillotine a chapter in style
Sex a whole clan of verbs just to make my point heard symmetrically
Categories:
symmetrically, art, hip hop,
Form:
Free verse
As snowflakes symmetrically formed falling from gray tumultuous clouds
and storms bursting in anger spewed their violence
my heart sailed beyond the storm into the sun seeking my parent's love
drifting high I searched for the comfort and security they gave me
The eye of a needle is small
a businessman cannot go through it
neither can a camel, so the Bible says
so sons and daughters are not dissimilar to their parents lives
Snowflakes fall to earth resplendent in their symmetry
in falling to earth snowflakes lose their uniqueness
but soon merge with Mother Earth to nurture nature
and the planet that feeds us all
Daughters carry the seed of her family's nature
sons carry an urgent need to propagate the seed
daughters reciprocate the kindness learned from parents
sons may return to help when parent's need is urgent
Parent's strength is needed by children to traverse Life's eye of the needle
a mother teaches her daughter how to raise her own family
a father prepares his son to find his place in this harsh life
but parents will grow old and will need assistance
Snowflakes and needle eyes have different reasons for existing
needle eyes have a beautiful practicality
snowflakes possess an intrinsic, salient beauty
sons and daughters are different but precious in their parent’s eyes
At the time of a parent's last breath
sons and daughters will bend their knees at their parent's bed
to offer their last gift of love
giving their parent's closure to the Life cycle of their Life's Journey
Categories:
symmetrically, beauty, children, daughter, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
oh fettered women,
do you walk symmetrically?
lining up your steps with calculation/closer to death, end of the day
oh faceless noons,
do you tread me and my flawed desires?
bringing your midnight reflections,washing over me like troubled water
oh fettered women,
do you believe in shamans, blindness, or love?
are we all broken yet?
Categories:
symmetrically, adventure, angst, art, confusion,
Form:
Free verse