Best Toning Poems
Radiant beams of Aubade,
Basking brilliant aura,
Sun is in the mood......
Ramifying fragrance of florets
And aroma of plants,
Wind is in the mood.....
Nurturing spirit into seedlings,
Blooming plants and all mortals
Water is in the mood........
Blessing us with soulmates, pals
And little ones,
Toning the ambiance and climate,
The creator is in the mood......
Bestow upon us thy commendation
Oh lord !
Glorify us with divine crotchet !!
Written on 17/5/13
Contrast - on nature #3
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Featured poem of the week- Dec 13th, 2015
Categories:
toning, nature,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Feelings of mine
Similar as a chiming of church bells.
My feeling of love is like bells,
Echoing loudly.
Sorrow as beautiful
A blue as bluebells.
Gradual as time
Flows onwards, profound.
Feelings I hold.
Love found as gold as a bell.
My feeling of love is like bells,
Fading away sound.
Liberation as open
As bell bottom jeans.
Silent and as still
As calming golden bells.
Feelings of mine
Clang, sang, faded all away.
My feeling of love is like bells,
Ringing, eventually toning down.
Said farewells
Unto thee as I become free.
Expression as fading out
As the veil of these bells' spells.
Feelings I hold
Have hope until something unfolds.
My feeling of love is like bells,
Peacefully waiting for some day.
Emotion as gray
As clouds, carry away.
Love as bright
As day, will one day show me true light.
Feelings of mine
Like where the bells chime.
My feeling of love is like bells,
Patiently remains, in steady faith…
Categories:
toning, love, romance, romantic, romantic
Form:
Free verse
( Nb- I can assure the reader that this is in no way autobiographical- absolutely impossible)
Excuse me, madam, you're too fat
and Lady, you're too thin.
Your hair's not blonde cascading curls
you've dull and spotty skin.
An hourglass figure is out of reach
for somebody like you
you look like you are pregnant and
your butt needs toning, too.
Foundation and some blusher could
improve you, for a start
then work on your eyeliner, though
you'll find that's quite an art.
Try these techniques, be careful though,
you won't know when to stop
then one day you will look like me-
product of Photoshop.
Categories:
toning, beauty,
Form:
Light Verse
Defeated, hopeless, helpless.
A slow sinking of the heart.
Overwhelmed. Drowning.
The brain has reflexes.
Plugging. Toning.
Must find a balance.
Right, wrong, whatever.
Masquerade, parade,
celebrate illusions.
Conspiracy, hypocrites
sewn into innate intelligence.
Regrets, cigarettes, beer
save a life by giving a dollar.
Useless, nonsense, crazy.
Inspiration meets shadow.
Smile, cry, frown
get on medication.
Numb, hollow, void
welcome to normalcy.
Smell, touch, see
perceive unconditional love.
Rejection, imperfection
nail it to your mind.
Not your fault.
Not your fault.
Not your fault.
Crooked face, sweet smile
blank mind, dishonorable.
Apostrophe not needed.
Mission accomplished.
Categories:
toning, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
I came from a village
Very fortunate to have attended college
He came from a cottage
Got lost on his quest to finding courage
I need not waste time for I have no future leverage
During the busy day when both the minute and the hour arm of the clock
Fell on each other at the very top of the clock
Signaling the day in its half
When the sun becomes shinny and unfriendly
They sat in the class all catchy and quietly
Seeking to decipher the key to unlock the answers
to scientific formulae and mathematical equations
I walked bare footed with a single arm shirt hanging to my west
With a very flat stomach as though I have smelled no food in the years past
My skin pays no more attention to the burning sun
For they now look like father and son
I travel from one town to another
Looking for what?
you will wonder my brother
People stared at me and wonder
Most people think of me as a thief
But those who knew me look at me in grief
I am no thief nor mad
I am only a boy who is grieved and sad
Searching for a way to making my future glow and my progeny glad
I am the scavenger of the waste metallic materials called scrap
I am not solving scientific formulae and mathematical equations
I am seeking the key to unlock my future from the shackles of poverty*
My palms are all callused and nails fractured
My teeth lost its purity for it knows no tooth brush in a while
My beautiful toning black African colour left without notice
My youthful smile gave way to a sadden old age
But I was brimming in determination to succeed
I shook off my lethargy and fought on all odds
I walked, scratched and bled just to work
Most people said I am useless and or mad
But I was just a hard working lad
Working so hard to see myself through education
So to you I say, see me not as destruction
For all I need is your kind word of motivation
And do show to me the right direction
So that I may be among the beautiful generation
In contributing my quota to building the nation
That is all I ask, I plea thee
Categories:
toning, childhood, dedication, destiny, education,
Form:
Free verse
I'm a color guard mom,
I am honored and proud,
Cheering and very loud.
Dancing in a routine,
Stretching every body part,
Toning up muscles are smart.
Glitter girls are so sweet,
Moving flags to the beat,
Catching the flags are a treat.
Categories:
toning, daughter, music, school, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
“UNDERWATER CONTOURS”
Curves and contours testify
The mirror never tells a lie
Bathroom scale the confirmation
Body toning contemplation
Sub-aqua training fitness enhances
Submerged serenity with sparkling nuances
Gliding fulfilment and dissociation
Flooding the senses-- underwater salvation
Upward blue curves denting the side
Stark white lines indicate and divide
Soft, silky, satin water caressing the skin
Breathing awareness deep from within
A swimmers experience provides compromise
Muscles respond as minds liberalise
Curves and contours deep below and submerged
Underwater encounters float boundless, resurged
Kim van Breda—February 2013
Categories:
toning, water,
Form:
Imagism
The hardest door to open
The hardest door to open is the door outside my gym
I think you know the one I mean, the door that lets you in
I meant to go there many times and start my life anew
But breaking down that barrier is very hard to do
Well finally I got there and I opened up that door
And I asked if they could help me lose a stone or two or more
And they made it clear that losing weight and toning up is fine
But you have to do it slowly losing one pound at a time
I was glad I went along that day to Healthy Lady Gym
The members are all sizes down from extra large to thin
Plus members of all ages there with daughters mums and grans
All ages shapes and sizes is the spectrum that they span
They greeted me with open arms and made me feel at home
And kept me focused pound by pound to help me lose a stone
Plus losing several inches off my arms and hips and thighs
Has made me change my wardrobe as I’m now a smaller size
So thanks to all my brand new friends the members and the staff
Who pick me up and cheer me on with banter and a laugh
I’m slimmer and more confident and have a permanent grin
Cos the easiest door to open now is the one outside my gym
Categories:
toning, change, community, depression, health,
Form:
Limerick
5/9/22
Let me change my toning
Skills mastered and others still honing
I am not droning
People to this day passed away from a stoning
Continually condoning
With no cease to cloning
It's become often and corroding
Occasionally exploding
All the while a struggle to break through the coding
Something worth noting
It's harmful not beneficial, yet constant doting
Still too much gloating
Evil agendas many have been secretly promoting
Originally got to the spot by boating
Then thrown overboard now saturated and soaking
The body would be floating
Due to bloating
But it was weighed down from others hoping
It'd never see the light of day, or an investigation probing
More or less
Cause and effect
Correct, I'm still pot smoking
Go ahead and ask me how my battle with alcohol is going
I start dozing
From overdosing
Little if any good that did like loafing
And postponing
As well as screens always loading
It's a joke, no I'm not joking
Still adding fuel to the fire with prodding and poking
Eventually leading to a struggle involved with choking
For one party the outcome was croaking
A process of life and death, living or decomposing
All this goading
And foreboding
Opportunity remains yet the door is closing
Either after it or just ogling
It's pathetic or engrossing
Having to do with an article of clothing
Or a sharp point dipped in a toxic coating
Meanwhile maniacal egos they're stroking
No I'm not joking
Like all the boasting
Is there such a thing as safety when danger is always approaching?
Treated like garbage it's gross to me
In the end it always benefits them mostly
Just the truth, not looking at it morosely
Homie
Pay attention closely
Instead of overlooking it all like it's bologna
Regardless of it being clear, rainy or snowing
The wind calm or harshly blowing
You're out of the loop or knowing
Impacting how waters are flowing
Endlessly on it's growing
Radioactive and glowing
Causing harm with no chance of slowing
This is what evidence has been showing
Whether or not it is the time of gloaming
To this day still roaming
It's worldwide not just in Wyoming
Like a rabid beast at the mouth foaming
Toward their desires always combing
With missiles that are homing
Categories:
toning, dark, death, deep, life,
Form:
Rhyme
In more quiet moments, I may look inward
Noticing about myself
The little things that need changing as well as
Regular traits that I could still improve on.
Obliteration of a few bad habits seems impossible to me,
So toning them WAY down seems the logical solution.
Perhaps it’s pure laziness; I like to think I’m being realistic.
Escaping my weaknesses is not an easy thing!
Certainly I can at least try to make the good in me
Tip the scales to far outweigh the bad!
I have a very keen sense of self - of how I can be at my best -
Open, cheerful, steadfast, senstivie, conscientious.
Naturally fun-loving, I seldom self-reflect! That’s just how I roll.
June 25, 2016 for the Introspection Acrostic Contest of John Hamilton
Categories:
toning, truth,
Form:
Acrostic
P) Power O) of E) effective M) mentality
Seeing the external internally
Imposed but there is a possibility
Get you thinking constantly
Spoken out with clarity
Meaning it sincerely
Increasing minds physically
Teaching the mind eventually
Sowing a lyrical tapestry
With the power of the pen and pad it be
The influence of God’s philosophy
Balancing human hypocrisy
Enriching hearts spiritually
Spreading emotions evenly
Sparking a forgotten memory
Freeing prisoners emotionally
By painting pictures vividly
Always coming out visually
Rhyming with a melody
Wiping all misery
Toning down insanity
Showing everyone brightly
And clearly
This is poetry.
Categories:
toning, art, beautiful, courage, emo,
Form:
Rhyme
Now my skin issue sags and has bags and droops.
Aging skin, I smile, frown, ignore and pay way too much attention to my own
aging and skin sends up the flares.
"You're getting old girl." "You're tired girl, get some rest, you look haggard,
wrinkled, sagging old." "Your skin looks tired, dry, depressed, and old."
This is all self talk. To me, to my skin, little directives-get some moisturizer, put
some cream on your feet, lotion your ashy elbows, find something for those sags
underneath your eyes.
Yet I've earned my wrinkles. Five grown children who've never all eaten a meal
together, two marriages, a treasure chest of seven grandchildren. (Two more on
the way )
I've worn myself thin on this 'story'. . Thankful for the skin, I'm in- be it bruised,
radiant, and wrinkled. (Yes, those stretch marks are badges of honor but toning
them down and evening them out can be a rite of passage also.)
Oh yes and just as an aside, we were Vaseline lovers for decades, in winter,
summer, for church or school, you put your shine on with your Vaseline, even in
your hair and sometimes on your patent leather shoes but those are other
stories, for another time.
Categories:
toning, black african american, family,
Form:
Bio
Martial arts come in many forms
They’d studied the animals until dawn
With style and grace they master their art
From dusk till dawn they train from the heart
Fluid and free they move like water
Practicing moves that could slaughter
A highly skilled philosophy
Moving with elegance, such as tai chi
The wind you don’t see, it’s just the effect
Using their chi, with the greatest respect
Ready for action at lightning speeds
They deliver a blow with complete accuracy
Their knowledge of every meridian point
They flexibly, challenge every joint
Toning their body’s to live their dream
Kung Fu masters these ones supreme
With speed and timing precise as can be
Their talents are raw, quick and deadly
Balanced, controlled and complete in mind
These the grand masters of ancient time
One full of wisdom, courage and hope
The fist of the dragon, one might boast
As these martial arts make one to reform
It’s an art in its self, a philosophy born
© Copyright 24 January 2014
K.C. Leake
All Rights Reserved
Categories:
toning, art,
Form:
Light Verse
Sending me gems and old gold will not make me like you more
The tales about your fantastic journeys really are a bore
Passing only bologna is such an embarrassment to me
I know you only do it because I’m as credulous as can be
If you really want me to flower you with romantic praise
You’ll have to be honest with every exciting and colorful phrase
I know you like your strawberries with lots of sugar and cream
And never eat a bagel without a load of cream cheese in between
Maybe toning it down just a little for me now and then
Is not too much to ask of a girl trying to make a friend
Categories:
toning, friend, friendship, judgement,
Form:
Couplet
Who is she who has stained my heart?
Who is this woman of glory, valor, and virtue?
She, like a melodious instrument, plays songs of wonderment that my soul enjoys.
She with joyous harmony completes my every measure of symphony.
Who is her who has spoken my name in a language I have never heard?
Who is her who embodies my justice, my peace, my abnormalities? Like a calculable equation she is the invisible function to my relationship with God.
Like a grand sword her edges are sharp yet still in my hands. Like an eternal flame we ascend, smoking out our impurities and causing them to thin out in the air.
Who is she? Who is her? Who are we?
We, incompatible compatibility complete each other's cycles, words, phrases, and dramatic soliloquies.
Lovely lullabies kissing the tongues of our inner ears - like a choir we now sing jubilantly in desperation of finding each other.
Who am I?
I am not her. She is not me.
Total belonging is key and everything we desire to be, we are.
All that we desire to do, we become.
And we, the stuff of each other's greatest dreams are outcast from the world's Sorrows and become something else.
Yet, we still are very far apart, singing songs on different oceans - staring out into deep blue aquatic territories, exchanging love languages from separate rivers. Deep we go into the 6th and 7th Heavens inspiring Angels...
Higher we climb into dimensions unspeakable, toning out the sights and sounds of Forces greater than we. So high up the altitude seems to be where we began.
Our spiritual coordinates dissect abomination, destruction, and peril. The map of my She-wonder floats majestically in the wind. I too float.
"Where am I?" She plainly asks.
"In me," I reply, "in my prayers."
Categories:
toning, cute love, fantasy, for
Form:
Free verse