Best Synonym Poems
She made a sanctuary for synonyms.
Kept them safely sequestered away.
Had to spank pail and pale yesterday, she told me.
I was surprised, but not morbidly so. She is strict.
I had to chase when and win around the block.
I had to make flu and flew eat their vegetables.
I had to straighten out to and too but not two.
I was getting tired of these phone calls.
However, I have to admit, she is keeping masks on them.
And so far none of them have caught the Covid-19.
But I do wish she would release a few of them
For I need to use wail and whale in my next poem.
I need more synonyms for my sorrow
new adjectives for my agony,
better yesterdays before tomorrow
with the prescription for my sanity.
For what is sorrow without words,
or agony without actions?
I know not of wingless birds,
or lovers lacking some attraction.
I crave stronger metaphors for my madness
better nouns for my nostalgia
before I am eaten away by their sadness,
I suffer from caraphernelia.
For this madness is a thorn in my mind
I hold onto the heart you left here.
All these things that you left behind,
what’s so good about picking up pieces my dear?
Synonym of Developmental Slavery
there once was a bashfully bashful shy and mistreated, abused girl
who new only about her own back yard
and in that backwards back yard she did not grow the proper intellect
now in a enforced slavery of the mind
she be not (wasn't) aware
for bondage new it's captive seemingly from birth
planting many unaware involuntary subjection's to provide for others
servitude now embedded in the small outpaces of one's mind
unwilling to be enslaved to the cruelty of it all
i do fight back as if by swinging at the air
with complete brainless misses
by emphasizing my complete right to suffer and contractually perish
to be a moth to flame
flickering my last dire moments in a vivid, and intense violent dance
wings are set to a fiery luminosity
ending has no wisdom of glory
now bondage holds no captivity over me
burden was a cruel inescapable master
Might mountain
Mostly valued by all,
Mountain contains no stones and grasses
Maintained by all fools
May be I know not the meaning
Mean life mostly climbed.
As I flicker speedily through the channels on my TV screen,
I pause because a man now lifts and anvil twice my weight above his head,
Which begs the question:
What is strength? And who put Webster in charge of nomenclature?
I know thats one more than i promised, But honestly
2 questions is hardly and ******** in this hardcore **** of a topic.
I stare and compare the circumference of his biceps,
To the baseline i hear when my head rests on my mothers chest,
At five feet two, one twenty who...thinks,
No, Knows a bench-press would drop as rocks do sink...
Two blinks wake me from my wandering slumber,
Picturing my mother under a 300 pound paperweight...
Maybe a defined pectoral major is a way strength is expressed i guess...
I feel deceived because i was conceived through my perception of strength,
Endurance through this devilish obstacle called life it was,
Resistance through persistent manufactured happiness,
Molded in the shape of a smile...it was,
Having faith through the brutal unprotected rape of a heart,
In part...it was,
My mother personified it was and still should be,
Its be all you can not be all you could be, Would be
Easy to pick up a free weight whenever he or she hates, Debates
Between chest or abs to suppress rehab...
Love as a mother, before love of another...
It was...
FRESH WRITTEN
I resume being paused as my mind dissects the vernacular,
Is continuing to think, a symptom of strength?
I chuckle as I sit befuddled,
With a constant struggle between this or that...
Yes or maybe,
As a baby, knowledge of strength was passively instilled in me,
Watching my mother produce more out of nothing than I could out of something...
But my eyes remain fixed on power lifting,
Awkward body shifting,
As he lifts a ton, perfectly balancing the mass,
Which pushes me to ask,
Are my mother and the lifter somehow in relation?
If so this equation, or rather expression's direction is pointed away from my mother,
For she is greater than he...
He lifts, then pushes, then rests, i guess...
Since the first push of birth not only has my mother lifted,
But for 18 years she carried and balanced a household and 3 lives,
So no matter how hard you strive to convince me,
It's simply impossible to drown in a glass of water,
When my mother treads water in the pacific,
And because of her treading, I now have a boat,
And hope does float...
I guess Webster was just trying to save time...
Without "Love" which is "The Only" "Synonym of God"...."The Lord God Almighty" who "Created Love" ,we would "Not" have a "Synonym in "The Name of "Love"!!!! We all can realize that "Without Love","Charity,Hope,Faith,Compassion,Empathy,Diligence,and anything that is "GOOD" would not be able to continue!!!! Love which "The Lord God Almighty Created" directs them all,and "Created them all""Walks with each one of them "Daily"!!!What would happen without "Love"? There would be no "Heaven up above? There would be no "Hell" down below"?.....Without "Love" "Hate,Anger,Greed,Enmity,Jealousy,Ego Tripping,Deceit,War,Pain,Vanity,and everything that is "Hateful",to include the worst in "The Holy Spirit" of Those who do not "Believe in "The Lord God Almighty"....."The Lord God Almighty" said in The Holy Bible"......I cause "Peace" and "Create Evil"!!!! I "The Lord" Do All These Things!!! .........Love Remains........The Lord does all these things! Praise The Lord!!!!The synonym of "GOD" is "LOVE": and you can ask "Jesus Christ" ,who "The Lord GOD" raised from "The Dead",who was his only begotten son....."To Be"......"The First", to be raised from "The Dead" by "God" to receive "Eternal Life",and Jesus Christ raised Lazurah from "The Dead" but not to "Eternal Life",but Jesus Christ "Prayed To God" "His Father" to raise Lazurah back to life!!!We need to "Never,Never,Never, forget that we travel on a road,and we may be in a car,and step on the brakes,and when we do "The rubber of our tires meet the road,and we stop just in the nick of time!!! The road that we were traveling on ,and the brakes ,and the rubber that stopped us was ,and is created by "SPIRIT",along with the man who created the road,and the brakes,and the rubber,as we can desearn something "SPIRITUAL" is not "Nothing"! The Spirit of GOD loves us,and created all matter,and anti-matter of which "The Entire Universe is Composed of to let us have a realization of "The influence,and "The Power" over anything that "Exist",and created by "The Spirit" that "The Lord God Almighty" Created in "The Spirit of "His Love""The Lord God Almighty" Created Hate"so that his "Love" will always "Defeat It"!!! The Devil Himself is "A DEFEATED SOUL"!!! PRAISE THE LORD!!!!!!!!!!
Synonym of love, sent by God from above;
Address of affection, a perfect creation;
Patience personified, sacrifice epitomized;
Combination of all roles, an oasis to all souls;
Matchless forgiver, besides a perfect life-giver.
To her kids a fond mother, can’t find like her another;
Unparalleled caretaker, an ideal homemaker;
Source of abundant joy, knows not any ploy;
Ever appears so polite, conscious of everyone’s plight;
Has confidence so sublime, competes even with time.
Though she starves, her family, well she carves;
To the core she is viceless, her services are so priceless;
Knows no holiday, found busy everyday;
Solving every family strife, radiates each one’s life;
Melts like a candle slowly, giving everything wholly.
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Synonym for love ah this bench,
For many a dream dreamt on bench,
The refuge of a last resort—
Felt by all that sat on this bench,
Of two happy souls’ hearty tales,
Filled to brim with joy by this bench,
Hand-in-hand old thirst when they quench,
A mute witness this happy bench.
Many come maybe soon to leave,
But where if ever goes this bench?
And when I pen paeans in its praise,
Lotus-leaf-untouched stays this bench.
Drop all pains to know, O poet,
It’s myth-like vain to know this bench.
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Ghazal |34.12.2020|
Topic: bench, memories, love
Inspired by a Gujarati ghazal of poet Takhta Solanki:
DNA blueprint embalmed in womb,
protoplasm embarks on a journey.....
enigmatic waves crash uncertain shores,
life effuses ...a seed becomes a tree.
A brief stay in a big planet, breathing in and out
fragile dreams race, to reach the summit top.
Crossing paths with family and friends,....
poignant memories heal wounded feelings.
Some hidden stars behind dark clouds...
Some unsung songs composed in heart.
Few poems remain, without an ending...
It's all work, no passion,.Eureka eluding.
A gilded life meanders, in turmoil of past
illusion of happiness, in amusement parks.
A vast field grazed, in unknown fear aghast.
hoping for a future...new things to embark.
Searching the world for a synonym of life,
Worthless wealth is all that we view.
Life asks a riddle "How are you?
Loudly we proclaim, I'm fine, Thank You."
Dated 28th May 2019
Sponsor Chantelle Anne Cooke
Contest Name: The Meaning of Life