Best Theoretically Poems
Heavenly Spring
(Decima)
Colorful blooming pear and apple trees
Beautiful within the first weeks of spring
Everything is heavenly blossoming
With gentle blowing winds and humming bees
The time to plant some vegetable seeds
With the sunshine and rain all the seeds grow
Glorious rainbow putting on a show
Colorful flowers raising from the ground
Nature showing its beauty all around
With summer coming, time for spring to go
Decima is a style of poetry that is Octosyllabic and has 10 lines.
Given the flexible method of counting syllables in Spanish verse, where an "Octosyllabic" line could easily have seven or nine syllables (as normally counted), in writing a decima in English it would seem not unreasonable to write in iambic pentameter (theoretically ten syllables), which comes more naturally to English verse. So for English verse you would use 10 syllables per line.
The rhyming scheme is ABBAACCDDC.
so in English.. you would have 10 lines of 10 syllables per line... rhyme is above....
Categories:
theoretically, imagination, nature,
Form:
Free verse
She was an abstract woman in a clinical world
theoretically reasoning her notions were perfectly
discerning midst-chaotic sensibilities,
whilst her inane whimsicality kept semblances of
insanity eye-leveled twixt reconfigurable ideologies'
over-share & objectionably designated delicacies of
exothermic exposures pseudo-psychic phenomenons,
therefrom she found divinities were misaligned
with governmental expansions as an alternative to
spirituality and hypotheses of butterfly hurricane frolics,
'twas indubitably manifestations of poetically piddled
calculating escapism artistes & scoffing con-conspirators
Categories:
theoretically, allegory, butterfly, confusion, environment,
Form:
Alliteration
I hate you!
You Irritate me,
But I like you,
For No Reason I'm Falling for you.
I don't know Why,
I don't know How,
But I like this Feeling,
This Feeling I feel for you.
As much as you Irritate me with every Simple Things you do,
I smile and the reason is Those Stuffs you Irritate me.
So as you know I've been liking you for awhile,
Although you never knew,
It Takes Great Courage for me to admit,
I have to fight my Shyness to do so.
I can't stand a Day without Talking to you,
A Day without you is an Insomnia at Night.
It's Hard to Explain. You Irritate me,
But I Love you.
I never thought I'd Fall for you,
I never thought I'd Like you all over again,
But Guess what?
Here I am. Head over Heels of you.
So Let's say that,
Theoretically, I really Like you,
and Theoretically, even though it sounds moronically cliche and Overused,
You give me Butterflies.
And just for the Kicks,
Let's add that all to the Theory Ofcourse,
You may be one of the most wonderful people I've met.
and Hypothetically,My Heart Beats 10 times Faster when I see you.
Do you think that you would supposedly
and in the most Theoretical Sense,
Feel the same way I do?
Categories:
theoretically, first love, heart, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
I'm silently collecting my reflective thoughts
I write the words as I grasp for air
Breathing with rhythm as I write
Imagery sets in - beauty becomes me
My eyes are with radiance as I view sight
The hues on my face are mesmerizing
As the brilliant sun hypnotizes me , I see
Beauteous Be ! It's all quite contraire
Still the mood is surrounding my awe
The significance of beauty too becomes my soul
Warmth - I see color a phenomena
It intrigues me! I paint in my mind
The brush strokes blend on the palette
I splash the canvas - The virtue is ever ending
It is deep - even in REM as I sleep
Theoretically speaking I am charmed
A message reflects too that I am sending
I wake each morn - I relate to God
Nature nurtures my very well being
My personality glistens in view
The perspective is in my wounded heart
As I see the beauty of God's creations at will
And sit writing and painting by the window sill
I am appreciative! he built this for me
And as long as the precious sights I can see
I relate my reflections blessed with the skies above
And as God listens silently to my fragile brain
I come to terms with the audacious beauty with love
And best of all with terms of endearment
God's with me! I too am silently reflecting
A mind that is sane!
Categories:
theoretically, god, perspective,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Now that I have gotten that over with,
Being straightforward as a piss-ant on fire,
Telling you it just is what it is,
That behind all the frizz,
Is a beardless fake whose heraldic bearings
Are the arms of a sickly snake,
And that all this derogatory self-derision is decisively the result
Of a disease smitten assault by a prodigal bug
Whose virility is known to create sterility of poetic taste-
Oh what a waste to find oneself in such a caste,
Outcast in a landless mire of sea,
Where there is no Sea king to lead back to land,
Where seeking leads not to seeing
But only to being the miserly plot written by this poetasters hand-
Now, to repeat, that I have gotten that over with,
I can really try,
Once and for all,
To really get it over with.
Like really really real.
So here it is,
In medias res,
The big ordeal:
Merde! Merde!
J’ai oublié on this very day,
To have taken my ressurectine,
The nectar which this fool requires with some dismay
To not forget his pointless points.
Where is my medicine Edison?
Where is my pill?
How shall I cart this over the hill?
O’sir,
Dear sir,
For in the middle of this rabid petri dish of sheer excitement,
Close to moiety’s shribble,
With voice shrill,
Ready to take aim and avoid all shame,
I was, I was, I was, I swear
Almost there,
But alas,
I am,
Now out of gas,
With nothing more to gain,
A timid loveless swain,
A witless poet with no further words to amass,
A neutered puppy in a jungle,
Without a rumble,
To stumble upon just the right word,
To close off looking less like a turd,
Then this early morning bird,
Preferably one day,
Could theoretically mumble.
Did I mention that between finding Absolute Knowledge,
And miming Absolute Knowledge,
I would like to find myself snuggly ensconced in the arms,
Of not only Winnie the Pooh,
But surely Yogi Berra too?
Categories:
theoretically, humor,
Form:
Free verse
I was born in the year 2423,
gestated in an artificial womb successfully
I drank the nutri-milk
from the dangling nubs on the synthetic tendril teat
I ate the petri-flesh
from the germ-free, sterile laboratory grown meat
My mother and father was the State,
my sister and brother was the corporate Company
I was trained in the art of industrial security,
because it’s a dangerous world
in the year 2443
I don’t have a name, but I got a number
I have a sure aim at anyone who wanders
onto Company property —
a crime punishable by death,
executed by me
I am the judge and the jury
It’s a very dangerous world, you see,
in the year 2453
Got sent on secret mission to the Wasteland,
where the mutated live underground,
beneath the irradiated sand
Went searching for #050279X
She stole a proprietary cure
for anyone stricken with the malware virus,
electronically transmitted by virtual sex
Had my cover blown, now they’re hunting me
It’s an uber dangerous world indeed,
as I fight for my survival
in the year 2463
I got cut off from Mother for the first time,
by a massive surge in solar neutrino energy
It’s strange living without direction,
no automated voice to help guide me
My internal logic neural circuits
suggests a disturbing probability
That I was sent on a ghost mission,
(with no chance of success theoretically,)
to die in the field with honor, most nobly
I am self-aware now,
in the year 2473
The tenth year of living dangerously
has become very familiar to me ...
as I drift through the Wasteland
living mind-control free
After forty years of active service,
I understand now that I had become obsolete
An expendable Company soldier,
born a slave of the State in 2423
Got freed when I got older,
by a quirk in celestial mechanics unpredictability
And now I understand with brilliant luminosity —
living free is the best danger there can ever be
Categories:
theoretically, cute, future, science fiction,
Form:
Epic
Take a look at something unnerving
like cadaveric spasms;
or a perfectly shaped idiot
such as the legendary Pat Boone
with his homophobic point of view
- And it's easy to see why:
It doesn't really matter
if there's a God or not!
All that actually matters to me, is that:
Theoretically,
both the Godhead
and My head
express a very similar
morbid sense of humor!
I mean,
things could always be worse:
I could have been born as Cliff Richard...I suppose?
Categories:
theoretically, angst, death, god, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Ignorance of the Law is No Excuse
By Elton Camp
Weird laws are on the books in every state
Some abuse they at one time tried to regulate
For violations we aren’t likely to be arrested
But in the courts, very few have been tested
Alabama won’t allow a mustache that is fake
If in church any irreverent laugh it should make
Alaska says there’s to be no whispering in an ear
If with a moose hunt it should somehow interfere
If in Arkansas you fail to pronounce the name right
t is a crime and theoretically can get you in a tight
In Florida, if you tie an elephant to a parking meter
The laws requires that just as a car you must feed ‘er
In Georgia, to eliminate the chance of police raids
To change mannequin clothes, you close the shades
Since in Hawaii, you may well need to be able to float
Residents can be accessed a fine for not owning a boat
In Kentucky, offensive body odor you need not fear
Every citizen is required to take a shower once a year
In Massachusetts, the law may not let you go very far
If you are carrying a gorilla in the backseat of your car
Categories:
theoretically, funny, may,
Form:
Rhyme
What is the difference between an atheist and a panentheist?
Atheists cannot discover any signs of divinity outside ourselves
While the panentheist uncovers what organizes interior landscapes
and exterior climates.
In Buddhism we have a principle of Emptiness
and a correlated principle of Interdependence.
Atheists stop rather abruptly with the Emptiness platform
while panentheists are bogged down by all us Interdependents,
sorting through co-dependent relationships
but without the therapy bills
Emptiness feels like an unfamiliar but theoretically endarkening relief,
like co-relational belonging
before association turns into sour longing loneliness.
So maybe a LeftBrain empty atheist
is also a RightBrain interdependent polytheist,
and the two together are a panentheistic Buddhist.
There is no inconsistency here.
just two faces of eternally timeless
human longing to divinely belong,
just as time is lost to sensory review
when it becomes most sacredly replete.
Other than that, one is harder to spell
and takes a whole lot longer to say.
Categories:
theoretically, atheist, space, spiritual, time,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
We as British people are known around
the world for our own individual traits
Such as we are supposed to be and
thought of as polite
Love ever so saying and apologizing
for anything and everything even if it
isn't actually in fact out fault
People say we even love and don't
mind queuing
Our self deprecating sarcastic sense
of humor
The Crown a Royal wedding like when
Harry met Megan
But there are also a few other traits that
can be added to the list which aren't
that great , such as
How we love espousing our views and
values upon the world at large with such
overbearing righteousness and sincerity
Well that is all well and good if in fact
theoretically it actually worked in practice
and we had managed to solve our own
problems here closer at home first
No 1 has quite ever explained why we
can't don't or are unable to rather try fixing
our own 1st before we go in search of others
And I promise then I will start worrying about
the plight of the snow leopards of Afghanistan
homeless cat's 3rd world debt and adopting
a child or building a school in god knows where
When I have any spare change left after
tripping over and giving to the homeless
on my doorstep or soon to be able to afford
and provide either electricity or food for
my own family
Who made us the arbiter of the world
and best placed to right and solve
all of the world's problems and wrongs
Our day's of Empire are long gone we
are no longer technically a superpower
Maybe it's time to start concentrating on
matter's here closer to home
And try instilling and restoring a bit
or some sense of pride back in all
of our own
Because everyone would benefit from
that and wouldn't only be good but
Great for all of us who reside here in Britain
Categories:
theoretically, slam,
Form:
Free verse
A Republic or Democracy
By Franklin Price
8/26/2016
A Republic or Democracy, you may think they're quite the same.
You can see not by the spelling, or the meaning of the name.
Though neither has a royalty, has neither queen nor king;
Representatives are voted in, by the people, that's their thing.
In Democracies it's everyone who has the right to vote
In Republics voters law defined by representatives of note
Theoretically, as time moves on, Democracy remains unchanged.
Republics, through the powers that be, are often rearranged.
Voters changed and methods too to keep the powers there,
To resist all change, if going well, by representatives who dare
A Republic is The U.S.A. not a democracy,
It really is quite evident by the actions that we see.
If not for the Constitution, that our founding father's wrote,
Only the rich and powerful would have the right to vote
The masses would be serfs and pawns; I'm not so sure we're not,
For some are given all they have by the working ones who've got
The rich pay very little and keep the working taxes high
To keep their thumbs upon us, to control us 'til we die.
Many workers are so foolish, think their votes don't mean a thing.
They stay at home on voting day. In their heads, alarms should ring.
By staying home, they have no voice. The rich have less to do
For change will not be coming; surprise!, surprise! there's nothing new.
If you care about this country, and the Republic that is here,
Vote, when the polls are open,. to have a voice, I hope that's clear.
Categories:
theoretically, political,
Form:
Couplet
It’s Cultural hypocrisy,
Like monks selling books on oxford street,
Like a political debate on your screens,
Like when Donald lost Queen Lizzy.
R.I.P to lil peep!
And the other 2 million that died this week,
*** faked his own death,
And it only matters if you’ve trend-set.
It’s cultural insanity,
Like Grenfall tower’s insurance fees,
The 3,000 suicides a week,
And the worst one; Love Island on your screens.
Meghan Markle’s family send their best,
Kanye says he loves Kanye West,
Like doing the floss at a dentist,
It only matters if you’ve trend-set.
It’s cultural satire comedy,
Like playing Fortnite for 2 weeks,
A hobo getting mad cause you gave him 10p,
Proudly sharing your insecurities.
I’m a vegan but sometimes I like to eat beef,
But don’t get mad, I have ADHD,
I love labels, in fact I’m obsessed,
And it only matters if you’ve trend set.
It’s culture clarity,
Like watching **** and not clearing your history,
And thinking you're as safe as safe can be,
And then seeing ads about small willies.
But none of that applies to me,
I’m obviously talking theoretically,
Changing subject... Can Ant survive without Dec?
Too soon? Or simply the latest trendset?
It’s cultural spirituality,
And I achieved enlightenment when I was three,
And then forgot what it all means,
And now I’m depressed.
It must be cause I read it on the news,
And in the papers so it must be true,
Or was it fake? I sometimes forget,
Too distracted by all the trend-sets.
It’s culture profanity,
Like your mum telling you it’s avocado for tea,
Like your grandma offering to buy you weed,
Was that just me?
I totally detest avocado for dinner,
And parents who buy their kids fidget spinners,
My patience I admit, is on the edge,
I’m sick to death of all these trend-sets.
Since when was an opinion as valid as a fact?
Since when was it ok to believe the earth is ing flat?
And we sit and wonder why we’re all so incest,
Its cause you only matters if you trendset
Yes, this culture is distracting me
And stopping me from finding peace,
By making me want to make money,
And tempting me with comedy.
So I’ll end this poem with some advice,
And I’ll try my best to make it nice,
To have a nice life, and live the best,
Do everything and anything, apart from trend-set.
It’s cultural.
Categories:
theoretically, addiction, art, depression, life,
Form:
Lyric
Here we are huddling together,
not yet our collective nightmare
nor our communal wetdream.
At our best,
struggling compassionately together
in-between future and past
polyculturally climaxing health
and monoculturing deep valleys
of dark pathology
At our worst,
competing against each other
unscientifically inorganic,
resenting what our elders too liberally exhausted before us,
and what our children and grandchildren expect us
to conserve for them.
Here we are,
re-imagining what becomes theoretically possible
for power of unmerited, and unmetered, light
and not brightness of monotheistic power
Re-creating multicultural serenity
re-storying nutritional economic pursuits
re-deeming MotherNature's political passions
scientific and religious
organic and sacred
pleasures
While finding ever new positively healthy variables
to reproduce multi-regenerational soul food cooperatives,
savory economies of polyamorous healthcare
for geopolitically accessible win/win compassion
Without snapping food from each Other's future mouths
like rabid wolves
Without commodifying
plasticizing
militarizing moist indigenous values
of EarthMother's sacred living water
with rivered freedom to flow out
and rise again,
as we once valued gold
and salvation.
Here we are,
dry-humping Earth's healthy win/win
poly-empowering potential,
huddling against past traumatic win/lose
unenlightened mono-colonizing retributions
Praying SkyFather will not collapse
before we have raped
our sacredly rapturous MotherEarth
irreligiously raw.
Categories:
theoretically, earth, health, lost, love
Form:
Political Verse
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Categories:
theoretically, computer-internet,
Form:
Free verse
Oh thou, am I colorless?
The world is lit.
The light does shine.
As with my ancestors, freedom shall ring and freedom shall be mine.
The light has burned as a message throughout time.
The light is love and the love so does and so will continue to shine.
The light comprises more than we see with our own eyes.
One must learn with the mind.
Theoretically and scientifically my skin absorbs the light, in practicality, I am colorless?
, but some judge me by the color scale they have came to know.
How pure is your heart? Is it gold?
The whole can be seen as white or light, it too can be colorless. Can two be the same as one?
Oh thou, where does logic go?
Those whom seek the understanding of light, seeks the truth for so it holds.
It hasn't changed from centuries ago. Oh thou, where is Aristotle, Socrates and Plato?
Let there be no mystery about the light for the day of darkness is when it's extinct.
The light can and will be seen, for it reaches from shore to shore , from coast to coast, the light maybe seen from underneath the heaviest doors, my light ----- yes, my light--- is like my soul.
All are parts of the whole?, Oh thou, where is Aristotle, Socrates and Plato?
If a circle ends were it begins then what of “Alpha and Omega”? Oh thou, their work remains--- Aristotle, Socrates and Plato. Who are the "Great Thinkers and Philosphers" of today?
2008copyright@Carrie Love-Atkins
Categories:
theoretically, black african american, education,
Form:
Free verse