Best Synthesize Poems
The light breaks free from winter’s bone
to cast its warmth; to life atone,
to warm the dark; to thaw the chill,
to synthesize through chlorophyll,
a dormant seed to resurrect,
and coax a soul from introspect.
Awake! And breathe the wafting spice
of lilac buds and wild rice,
the lavender; the orange puccoon,
the sweet of honeysuckle bloom.
An overture, the sparrows sing,
to celebrate the oeuvre of spring;
while wind and weeping willow dance
to promises of new romance.
Come alive! Draw in your breath,
let winter die a noble death.
The seeds of yesterday are strewn;
it does not do to weep and croon.
If you seek, so shall you find,
as true for darkness as divine.
Categories:
synthesize, allegory, analogy, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
Wonder not
if my thoughts are thrilled and twisted
daily and deeply by the albums of your ways,
I succumb severely to the impulse of imminent interplay
so dumb with joy, grateful for the fusion of our fevers,
I've never let you leave my mind,
you haven't finished eating your portion of my heart,
there is so much more for you, still in my chest, on my eyes,
I am your rare happiness,
that bare beast of a woman's best distress,
trigger your storm sirens with a single drop of Goodbye,
serve you with the most sensational sadness,
replenish your youth with an admiration that won't die,
knowing that I am not a makeshift man, nor a loyalty within a lie,
that I'll punish your pulse with peppered pleasure
because I can, because I must,
pull your hair just to hear those breaths beg for big flares,
treat the smooth and sweet lascerations of love's lament
butterfly cut into the surface of a girl's search for sincerity,
we get intoxicated on performance of personality,
buzzed beautifully from believing in the addiction of adoration's affliction,
We know we can handle one another's hurt
as warriors bleed hard because they sell themselves the sacrafice,
that we can process history with humor by breaking the shame of blame,
synthesize epiphany with sympathy to nourish symphonies of Divinity
we realize that intensity is the regal implement of our tournament,
I like it when you tell me the tough truths,
that you want to be loved for more than one reason,
that being respected in segments isn't enough,
that he will never be me,
that words can outlast the disappointment of distance,
that the world overwhelms you when you most expect,
that sometimes you'd rather be a heart attack
before being a pretty song or a favorite memory,
I understand your need for absolute affection, absolute attention,
lets allow our love to be confusing, dazzling, on the verge of villainy,
it isn't steady as a sleeping heart beat
or ready for celebration like a " gee wiz " graduation,
it is our Love, and its undefinably volatile and lovely,
Your cosmos gives a question that feeds one answer,
that love is ours, safe in the arms of Armageddon,
I remember the ember of our future
spazing on the hearth of fresh earth,
don't ever miss me Babe, just keep lovin me -
J.A.B.
Categories:
synthesize, love,
Form:
Ballad
Pliant, pleading flesh,
Exposed, over exposed, recesses.
Sheath of wonder, pain, poise
Full of sensory joys.
Held in, held up, dis played;
Cherished birth, God gifted days.
Living, longing flesh,
Envelope of humanities rest.
Convoluted cause of distress,
Immediate source of redress.
Held in, held up, dis played;
Cherished birth, God gifted days.
Encircled, enclosed, re formed,
Vehicle of love, so, reborn.
Arise, synthesize, surprise ploys;
Full of sensations joys.
Categories:
synthesize, faithgod, longing, god,
Form:
Rhyme
stopped along the road
to synthesize a poem
a feathery mimosa
honeysuckle vine
entwined my mind with its scent
the sweetened sapling of youth
the flutter of faeries
and butterflies on wild rose
I’m swinging on memories
held tight, wild hair asunder
6/18/2020
Categories:
synthesize, flower,
Form:
Choka
Lively interludes of myself,
this I ask of you--
synthesize the main pieces of my own music
those beats of rhythm,
the low and high notes
that resound in my heart
and hum the symphony of my
spirit--
fly, my reggae tunes and primal melodies
release the Marley tempo
invite me once again and again
to welcome the environ;
to harvest life's juicy choral pulp!
Favorite Music Type Contest
For Nayda Ivette Negron
9 Oct 2015
Categories:
synthesize, happiness, music,
Form:
Light Verse
sun shines from above
to synthesize chlorophyll ...
green peas appear
my meal full of them
like herbivores and insects ...
sweet basil flavored
green snake hides
between the grass and creepers ...
bush rat approaches
CONTEST:"The wearing of the Green" sponsored by Francine Roberts
Categories:
synthesize, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Aroma lingers
within the encasing bastion,
aisle upon aisle haunts the ancient catacomb
that is home to the decisive many.
User friendly ecstasy
depending on Fahrenheit fifty two,
this golden age to cherish?
Hypothermia guaranteed, with anything less.
Inward the soul is searched,
waves of thoughts woven by the juggler,
the body a vast kingdom to learn
yet the power to levitate.
The mind, acting out mutation
although not in the normal way,
“Optimist” He thinks he’ll save the world
when standing tall upon its pinnacle.
Ne’er question hell upon earth
or life in constant rotate,
darkness into light synthesize
the mingling tendon of dawn unfolds.
From the elusive underground the mind retreats
while hazily shedding off coats of vertigo,
worn, his weary body loiters with gleet
till “Xavier” goes flashing by.
“Screaming, his deep desires yearn
for the potency of ‘Zeus’”
© Harry J Horsman 1992
A form of ABC poetry, each line first starting with an A must contain
a letter in order, from the alphabet, second line B etc till the last line Z.
Categories:
synthesize,
Form:
ABC
If only I had a million or twenty
Perhaps a billion that would be plenty
Then I could build a house
by the fountain of youth
I would drink from it daily
until I am short in the tooth
From my picture window
I would watch unicorns
My Roses would all be perfect
without any thorns
No need for rushing
Away from life's fast pace
The best of the best
is that I would see your sweet face
We would live forever
At our youthful best
We'd travel from home
To the East or the west
But when we feel tired
We'd just go home to rest
To the South or North
We would never go
We'd prefer tropical gardens
Where warm waters flow
Money might not buy us happiness
Still it would be better than okay
If we could live in paradise
and not have our youth slip away!
For then we'd give away money
For of it there'd be no need
Those who have little
are the ones we would feed
We could synthesize the water
Give everyone a drink
Install special fountains
on every bodies sink
So to make this dream happen
A million twenty or billion three
Please won't you all send
Your extra money to me!
For Rose's where would I live if I were Rich contest.
Categories:
synthesize, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
My life is a Rollercoaster
My life is a rollercoaster
filled with emotional highways, fast ups, faster downs,
crashing myself into euphoria smiling, waving
at every person i see wondering why they dont wave back,
or smile, when they see me
not always the other way around.
So i go down, and crash for an instant
as my heart hurts of failed attempts
to try and communicate with the mindless.
Seconds later,
I smash into the sky the happiest ive ever felt
induced from a single thought
in a milisecond
a surge of energy electrifys my mind, tickles my bones
and shocks my senses leaving me enchanted,
exuberant and pure, grateful and delighted.
Thoughts of appreciation, for things i have,
for who i am as a person, and who
i have in my life,
flood my brain with chemicals of euphoric taste
and i feel like a million bucks without a suitcase,
loose and free.
With a million thoughts and feelings which will i choose?
Where do emotions come from, where are they born?
Are the sparked from thought?
Are they molded by sight?
Are they crafted by the mind?
I feel them.
I create them.
I forge them with tools.
Emotional blacksmith by the fire, learning
to synthesize desirable feelings only.
Positive re-inforcement of the mind
seems to be the key but copied, as feelings
of hostility and disgust sneak into my mind
bringing hatred and jealousy through the back door
contaminating my character.
Smoke stacks of media pollution burn inside my head
so i find myself more often these days
locked in my room with lit candles
in deep meditation within each deeper breath
the vandal disappears and i am left
with myself and nobody else,floating
becoming one with the universe, at
the same time i become one with myself.
The rollercoaster stops,
and so does time.
It doesnt start agin till i open my eyes.
So i keep them shut.
Communicating with the universe, thinking
of a single thought detoxifying my mind
pouring light onto my brain in buckets bright,
pure,
filled to the top,
i think of sharing this ride with with her,
for the ride is not important,
its who rides with you.
Andrew West
2009
Categories:
synthesize, happiness, inspirational, life, passion,
Form:
Free verse
The Purpose Of Life
Some say that doubt among many truth’s convictions relieves the questions
relives narrates unfolds the thinking understanding cogitating human being
Too much like cogs in wheels of life some thus respond and posit that its
enterprise oozes soothes from a sense of feeling warmth’s emotion’s intuition
‘Its action good deeds and virtue’ shout philosophers from roof tops root tops
crowned winged elegance of contemplation clothed in ivory towers
Or is it ‘Science’ ‘God’ ‘The Revolution’ ‘A Path Of Least Resistance’ ‘Trying Harder’
‘Drugged Insistence’ ‘Evolution Fit and Fatter’ or ‘Sex’ and ‘Happiness’ Hottest Guns’
A panoply of tapestry and fabricated fabric’s fragrant fragmentation to synthesize
pragmatic hedonism ‘I Want It All And Now’ approaching nearing paradise
The apple of our eyes in cycling spiral’s procreation or might there be no sense or
meaning just simple free and undirected flow of something unbeknown to any kind
Tumbling in the halo while sunshine radiates in love compassion kindness seems a good
design on meaning my purpose aimed at understanding what its all about before I die
01st November 2016
Categories:
synthesize, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
cravings, like niggling whispers,
flit on covered tables
skitter on the floorboards
shiver nerves like humming cables
racing up my backbone
trembling spinal pathways
as I dive for pantry's knob
in a glucose fired craze
tearing through the shelving
jumping for the flour
cracking eggs like gunshots
batter stacked like sugar'd towers
but wait! oh, no! there's something wrong
a final crucial piece!
recipe's cruel words laugh off the page
will this torture never cease?!
"...paraffin for stable rounds
synthesize the compound well
melted into pyrex mixing bowls..."
I swear I fell another level in Hell
slashing through the shelving,
(broke the icebox's fragile handle)
finally, with fevered eye,
spot her stash of scented candles
by now I'd reached a fever'd pitch
impatient I just tossed the batter in
staring at the brutish countdown
nervous capered guilty sin
at last my tortured moments
over with these steaming treats
cackling like a madman
at this half-baked pastry feat
but flaccidly they fell off
spatula and spoon
crumbled burnt and formless
I swear I cried out like a loon!
but no set back could stop me
as I snatched up those candle stacks
biting crumbled chocolate pieces
while gnawing chunky scented wax
sated, I sit gluttonous
sprawled out on the floor
burbled aromatic belches
gob of wax sat at my core!
when she came down looking
for a fruity sconce to put next to bed
I shrug and counsel guiltily
we could just touch a match right to my head...
Categories:
synthesize, humor,
Form:
Critical thinking is science at work,
not hasty indictment with cynical smirk.
Start by collecting data and facts,
then analyze, synthesize, hypothesize that.
At final judgement to general position,
evaluate sides for the best supposition.
Apply reason when testing
Check facts to the letter
Challenge your choices
From good to much better.
Categories:
synthesize, appreciation, change, confusion, corruption,
Form:
Rhyme
Oblivion's needles and lines
camouflaging an ugly truth.
By using dope to escape life,
your addiction drains you of youth.
Drugs synthesize reality,
magically banishing pain.
And you live lies disguised as bliss,
seduced by the lure of cocaine.
On the road to self-destruction,
you tread upon the hearts of friends.
For, in worlds of your creation,
everyone hustles and pretends.
When highs morph into misery,
resistance drowns within your tears.
But you don't try to get away,
for hope's been denied you for years.
You're trapped in a web of deceit,
delusion's shackled to greed.
And you've strayed beyond salvation,
living only to feed your need.
(Quatrain)
8/10/2015
Categories:
synthesize, abuse, addiction, angst, emotions,
Form:
Quatrain
fragrance of yesteryears distilled from heartache and joy
mixture of entropy and cohesion scented in hopeful aroma
sweat from wanderlust of adventure
tears from emotional advancement
blood of hard work’s injuries over time
fears contained and turned into vigour
petals ground into an effusion of love
a medley of rose-tinted lenses and reality’s patched spectacles
a truth serum of honesty kindness and unshakeable compassion
the knowledge that one’s perfume blends with compatible skin
smell of freedom to mind our souls
salve to soothe blisters and calluses
tincture of longing and tangible peace
composure of hard-won harmony at last
array of butterflies collecting honey dew
just like myself you had to endure the stench of past injustice
tribulations trials errors betrayal and displeasure of suffering
have been hurt by flavoured malodour of other’s transgressions
had the dubious benefit of having to turn up your nose to escape
stink fetour and mere existence in order to synthesize essence
balance of reason and heartfelt emotions
waiting for yin yang seeking a perfect fit
a mate best friend mirror spouse and lover
in sack cloth silk linen and satin sheets in a
bodouir graced by passion and pheromones
kisses of sweet pleasure rapture and satisfaction climax together
wet lips follow the path of mountains rivers splash and nurture
fan the flames in which fireside ashes mix with ember and warmth
in candour I have no magic potion until our perfumes merge into one
Categories:
synthesize, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
Music intersects your soul with mathematical connotations
It is both logarhythmic and exponential in its ability to heighten or diminish moods
to multiply or reduce emotions
to cause enjoyment as well as reflection or introspection
Music brings joy to many people
as well as painful remembrances of times past,
of moments lost and of memories which cannot be regained or recollected
Music can bring a feeling of exhiliration and to some a feeling of aloness or sadness or isolation
Music can help synthesize the senses so that they function heuristically in a predetermined fashion
Music can help inundate the eyes with a swath of lights, reflections and of shapes of beautiful glowing instruments:
The vibrant strings of the guitar, the cello, and the violin, the violincello, and the harp.
The crisp shrill happy sounds of the flute, piccolo, saxophone, and trombone,
The emergent strokes of the melodious piano which coalesce around symphonies, overtures, minuets, and rhapsodies, accompanied by a cadre of accompanying instruments which follow various harmonius accompaniments.
The tasteful notes which follow sequentially in both ascending and descending order
The touchy lyrics which link to your soul in a magical vibrancy and take you to secret destinations of peace, tranquility, and of meditation, within your mind.
Music helps to reconcile feelings or emotions
Music helps to quantify and add notes to mathematical abstractions which jump out and leap out of the pages of well orchestrated music in a cascade of sounds of distinct and effervescent clarity.
Music's effect on the mind and the soul is both pervasive and everlasting and soothing, while in other it is sadfully but roughly elusive.
I love music.
Categories:
synthesize, happiness, music, uplifting,
Form: