Best Topmost Poems
Love is ultimate, but with you it was fatal.
I had lots of laughter not until I said “I love you too!”.
Number two was my certified location
b’cos I’ve always reverenced you so high
at the topmost of priorities.
Your gladness was much more than my enjoyment,
it germinated into compulsory duties I had to perform.
My pride became your belt and my shame, your underpants.
The definition of me translated to the adoration of you.
I worry to give us a balance
but you hurry to topple the equilibrium.
My life, a spreadsheet of your errands,
subjecting my feelings into a standby
to suit your taste and exhausting comfort.
But one day!
The slightest of contact with an acid
will change the litmus colour
and a continuous debt by a tenant
will abruptly render him homeless.
Your oil is used up, the engine is knocked
and the lamp has gone dark.
A heart so tender, you deserve not.
Arms once warm have been frozen to rigor motes.
My back is turned towards you
and that beauty, you’ll never see again.
Go and taste the seedlings of the city’s daughters
and the well sauced soups of its young maidens.
I’m no longer yours even if nature advocates for mercy.
Consider my sweetness and calm now as stones
mixed in dough, baked and served with vinegar.
You proclaim “I’m now a completely changed man”,
I believe you, but for the next girl.
Know this Mr. Irresistible guy,
even if you’re the last birth of all men
I’ll never again present my affections for your selfish trade.
Goodbye my past lover, I sincerely wish you well.
Categories:
topmost, heart, heartbreak, heartbroken, relationship,
Form:
Epic
My drowsy eyes turn to wander
Where window gazing, finds a crescent moon
Rifting the darkness, and against it's light
A magnolia branch is stenciled, black and keen
Three stars are tangled in the topmost bough...
And because deep loveliness is there,
I turn to you...
You lay in half light
As the fringe of dawn approaches
Breeze stirs the sheer lace curtains
Our room is infused with crimson hues
I’m wishing you might soon awaken
But you are sleeping soundly
With such contentment
It seems all the worry lines
Have disappeared from your face
Your legs are tangled
In the softness of the sheets
Your familiar hand now lies
Gently on my waist
The profile on the pillow
Is that boy from long ago
I love watching you
Your lashes are fluttering
What are you dreaming, my love?
How could one explain
That a love like this exists
Before coffee, on a Thursday morning in a shadowed room?
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PD's Contest: Any Valentine Will Do
By Carrie Richards 9/26/11
Categories:
topmost, devotion, love, love,
Form:
Free verse
Shopping today was a right pain
Stopping in aisles, searching again
Trying to guide useless trollies
Buying stuff like chips and lollies
Strained up high to the topmost shelf
Drained all my strength, frazzled myself
Standing in line to pay the bill
Landing back home, ready to kill.
Categories:
topmost, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Learning Math is so much fun
We sing, dance and play to count
We compute at topmost speed
We are all Math Wizard Kids
Let’s have fun, let’s all start
Numbers make us bright and smart
In group games, let’s cooperate
And Math skills will make us great!
We’ve got basic operations,
Addition and subtraction
And one more is division
Means, share our love and joys~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Math operations that we have
All areas are dabble jive
Statistics and geometry
Algebra and there so many
Let’s have fun, let’s all start
Numbers make us bright and smart
In group games, let’s cooperate
And Math skills will make us great!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Learning Math is so much fun
We sing, dance and play to count
We compute at topmost speed
We are all Math Wizard Kids
Let’s have fun, let’s all start
Numbers make us bright and smart
In group games, let’s cooperate
In Mathematics we’ll be the best!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Enjoy four Math operations,
Addition and subtraction
Also multiplication
In our lives, we use them all
Let’s have fun, let’s all start
Numbers make us bright and smart
In teamwork, we all cooperate
In Mathematics, we all be great!
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©2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Dec. 28, 2015 11.20am
Categories:
topmost, education, fun,
Form:
Lyric
Today, the local daily papers highlighted a man of honour...
Deserving of his honorific title Datuk bestowed on men of honour...
Given his loud and strident calls for those holding the reins of power....
To better buck up in all matters of governance, to honour pledges while in power..
From relative obscurity, this quiet man has been religiously executing his duties...
As a number 2 man in the high office called the Special Branch, overseeing matters of security...
Given that his beloved nation now staggers under a yoke of suspicion and bad governance....
He is steadfast in his intergrity pledge of topmost quality service to the king and nation...
Loud is his urgings for civil servants to uphold pledges of intergrity and loyalty...
It is obvious his strong conviction is born out of a man of the highest principles...
Befitting the post of the Special Branch deputy director....
Today's interview in The Star provides an insight into his character...
Clearly it shows he is not easily cowed under political pressure..
And most admirably, not seduced by subtle promises from political masters...
Headlined as From Special Branch top cop to enemy of the state...
His candour in this news piece is credit to his character...
He knows where his loyalty lies and he is highly principled...
Admitting that he deliberated well and hard before he launched....
Some very personal and opinionated statements that jeopordised his career.....
When in fact he has merely 1000days more to see the tail end of his career...
What a ignominous exit for the country's top cop because of his stand on integrity...
How many other officers in the goverment dares stand up to uphold such integrity....
This dedicated man daringly calls each spade by its name and no other names will do...
Even as in this complex society we live in, a wrong can be whitewashed with blinded loyalty...
If only there are more politicians and statesman of this datuk's quality...
Our country will not be suffering from escalating racial prejudice...
Or economic ills that is plaguing our posperity and currency...
Are there more men of integrity and high principles..
Are there more such men to help steer this troubled country...?
Categories:
topmost, anxiety, community, corruption, courage,
Form:
Light Verse
(for: them who are ever there!)
these branches and roots
that cord to the grave ancients
should be free from man’s swords!
both oracle and priest held for days …
I
Your voice speaks in the silence of the night
To the deep still shady earth
That once held a great zest for our childhood
Here in the once thick wooded land
Where progenitors strewed their rustic huts
Yes! where, sang tho’ unseen those sonorous kin-spirits.
2
Ah! Happy and keen folks were the ancients, then;
But their sons? what a sad lot, now! even
Demented hearts aching from those drinks of dizzy times
Raw anguish, sorrow, painful hemlocks of death-lines,
The slow songs that tune softly to the mirthful graves
That still hold the ancestors like prisoners in the wild caves.
3
O! for your unravished wave of primal welcome,
That bade the sonorous weaver come
To make loud greeting of blue azure with song-fleet
O! for such uudecoded song that for the sagging flesh bear ointment
Secret balm from the rhyming unsteady palm leaves of the winds
That flute clearly to ancestors those eternal silent songs.
4
Known are those festal spirits of your night
From whom many lives readily spring forth:
Mused thru’ the voices of strong mortal compeers –
Priests, priestesses, praise-singers, warriors, dancers!
That with gusto, flounder across the space of time;
O, for those festal moments of flush! o, for the celestial clime!
5
You are the unseen bridge of the world,
Like Nturukpa, that elder amongst our ferry trees;
Your bark exhumes the bright colours of the past;
And carried thru’ the festal wings of your night
We desire to be mused to the ethereal clime;
Of uncurbed equanimity and euphoria of the divine.
6
I now know the anguish of these festal spirits
Who take refuge on the water-void banks
Of the topmost branches and leaves;
I now know the noise of their feasts in sacrifices:
Doleful sacrifices in the gods’ swollen foot!
Then adieu! adieu! from the cloyed humans in advent!
7
O farewell! with all your festal spirits,
Who coaxed to the night of sacrifices, priests,
Priestesses, dancers, praise-singers, warriors of the land;
Adieu! with these cold celebrations and coax-throated songs heard,
Thru’ the voice and echoes of rain’s thunder,
In the day of the panther and his noble twin, the hunter.
Categories:
topmost, nostalgiavoice, voice,
Form:
Free verse
When It Rains It Pours
Idiomatic sayings are such a delightful way of expressions,
The truth in them may sometimes stretch our imagination..
When it rains, it pours is one such expressive gem of wisdom..
When troubles in numbers mirror realism in a weather phenomenon..
Here in Bolehland widely hailed as a Land of Endless Possibilities...
Ernest concerted efforts are put in place to deny negative publicity...
Like minded politicians are staying resolute behind a highly ranked civil servant..
Whose exalted position demands he be above controversies as a public servant...
Electorates on the ground are increasingly befuddled and anguished each day..
As snippets of less than positive news and episodes are revealed each day...
It is widely accepted that the door of opportunity closes while another opens..
Likewise all tall tales of lies and deceit, numerous are the twists and turns...
Here in Bolehland, there is outright shock and disgust at the latest turn of events..
After months of in-depth investigative reports, no one could comprehend...
When the highest legal prosecution office in Bolehland triumphantly blared...
Despite the voluminous reports and papers, there was no crime to declare ....
The presumably guilty topmost civil servant was declared squeaky clean...
To top it all, he was so honorable as to have had returned millions unseen...
The gossip mill is rampant and unflattering over this latest seal of innocence..
More so when there are incoming news of global inquiry and investigations...
The court of public opinion is out there in the streets of Bolehland...
To the man in the street, he is seeing multiple acts of Houdini first hand...
But as the proverbial wisdom has so aptly been used when troubles abound...
When it rains, it pours, especially for someone in high office in Bolehland.....
To all interested, seat back and watch the melodrama as it unfolds by each day...
When it rains, it pours should hopefully reveal the elusive truth one fine day...
http://malaysiansmustknowthetruth.blogspot.com/2016/01/a-world-of-scandal-descends-on.html?ref=source
https://sg.news.yahoo.com/twists-turns-najib-rm2-6-230008097.html?nhp=1
Categories:
topmost, allusion, community, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
MID-SPRING
It is mid-May,
Mid the welcome of spring’s changes all
Over the norther hemisphere;
Amid still growing joy with strolls through
Parks and fields, admiring the all
Of after Winter,
And here, still growing in our own ways,
We live:
The long blooming mass of babies (born after 1945);
We,the vigorous, overwhelming, well-meaning,
Once new generation, now with
Slower action or being taken on the avenues
In wheelchairs through
This year’s disturbing Spring
With its news of impending environmental
Crisis, wars, injustice,
And pandemic hatred and illness.
Here I may be seen by the wayside, abloom at
The end of an ambitious, climbing vine of
Morning Glory. There! Off the topmost
Dried-throughout branch
Of a magnificent, ancient, gnarly tree,
Which cradles me
I pray from here ——
Hanging confidently at the tip
Of Glory’s vine,
Against the mid-day’s sun at its highest. So,
Squinting, maybe see me against
The blanched-blue sky,
Ever close to the promise of God —
Dangling, reaching
On sweetly…down, trying
To keep a longer hold
Onto my rising fragrance.
The full area of my petals’ centers appears
Still whiter than the higher clouds, despite
My contours maybe trying to edge brown
And curl.
In the traveling breezes, I do not always
Even seem to feel my pleasant bobbing
On these warmer airs;
Nor with each dawn do I seem to feel
Quite as bright, or light or spry.Yet
To and in Nature’s eye, I
Remain here aflight
— Even ‘tho, yes, on a vine,
Observing the earth, keen
For the surprise
Of some sprout bursting
With awesome strength
To push aside then out
Free from under a stone,
Using its force against the greater mass,
In a motion
To find its unique
Space of light for life.
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(c) sally young eslinger 6/3/22
Thanks be to God
In thanksgiving for my family,
friends and my brothers/sisters on PoetrySoup
…
Thanks for all well wishes & your prayers as
I face my surgery 6/7…Hugs!
Categories:
topmost, flower, god, growth, light,
Form:
Imagism
Known for one, behind which are many more,
a Land well carved into
geographic abundance and anthropologic history.
A land of majestic fjords and of the midnight sun.
A land possessed by the people of colourful clothings
and known for rearing reindeers.
A land of the troll
both that of the scandanavian folklore
and the largest object ever moved by man.
A land of the “tran” against rickets
and one also full of romance to the brown cheese.
A land greeted with a great history of raiders
but having a landscaped virtually void of castles.
Now a modern terrain
and an advanced pasture of the Scandinavia,
glorified by its topmost position
in the eventful tussles of the winter.
Categories:
topmost, community, earth, education, environment,
Form:
Ode
You, topmost brass of the military chain of command,
though it's your warriors who blast away humans from the land,
you're liable,
answerable;
you can never wash away the blood of guilt from your hand!
Categories:
topmost, political, social, war,
Form:
Limerick
Hilda shut him out of her life,
with combative tongue and hot air.
Gunther launched her, off topmost stair,
shut the lid on his battleaxe wife.
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Hilda: Maid of battle
Gunther: Battle Warrior
Battleaxe: sharp-tongued, domineering
Categories:
topmost, angst,
Form:
Rhyme
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I am the soul of all the Grecian Gods you have revered and penned
I know no matter what happens to you, you will come back to us in all ardency
The gods always test their worshippers, you know that, don't you?
You have made your home the temple of Jupiter. Very appreciative!
Now, move out of your blessed walls for a sterling holiday to Mount Olympus
You can't import an ancient religion into a completely different environment!
The whole point of it is that you keep your gods sweet and generous
- you scratch our backs, we will scratch yours to your hearts content!
High time you realised we establish a quid pro quo relationship
You have dared to make us only simple offerings of flowers, candles, incense sticks
Do you think titanic strengths can survive on such fancy stuff?
We the Greek Gods have a solemn protocol to suit our palates
You who have only slaughtered vegetables on your chopping board
Will watch and learn ritual sacrifice at the altar outside the temple
And then with your magic fingers in a jiffy overload our feasting tables
With an assorted array of the worlds best meaty cuisine and wine!
How could you just foolishly forget our hard taught lesson-
The way into hearts of the gods is through their stomachs?
The gods betray their anger that you have never ever attended their Summer Solstice
We the Greek Gods love romance, music, dance, sweet whispers on moonlit nights
Have you ever taken our breath away with a mesmerising song and sensual dance?
Come and beguile us in your skimpily robed flowers at Mount Olympus festival
Age is no barrier if you oblige to dance on a moonlit night,
Sybil won her youth from Apollo, you see? Why lose yours?
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You scratch our back, we scratch and scratch and scratch your fragrant flowery back!!
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October28, 2015
Contest:Any poem#34 Contest
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(Earlier contest
Oct. 9, 2015
Competition: You Want It Bad -Then Bribe Me
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Categories:
topmost, allusion, dance, flower, food,
Form:
Classicism
Through the restaurant what joyous day,
Just because in the noonday
I’ve an enchanting first date to go!
I have got love to grow,
All as quick and all as cordial;
Yet everyone cares at all for my congenial
Girlfriend. She can drink but half a content,
Yet that slight thimbleful’s a moment
To all the drinks that I can drink,
In the shortest winter’s brink.
She cannot grimace, yet if she smiles
With imitating action out on tiles,
As if she thought she were best,
It’s acclaimed more than my topmost test.
Categories:
topmost, first love,
Form:
Sonnet
Identified by a combination of the third and eighth letters
is this region considered the best place to be born,
and also housing one of the most welcomed topographies
in a habitat highly rated and respected globally.
The father of the Red Cross
with a long standing tradition
of political and military neutrality.
Little wonder, its social vices are measured in a micro scale.
A quadruple identity of communication,
having the topmost position in chocolates making
and an unbeatable reputation in affluent watches,
Vacheron constantin being the unequaled and consistent trail blazer.
They seem to be the reason for soft drinks production.
They ensure Guinea pigs must be kept in pairs as pets.
The birth place of world most famous companies
and its power house decorated in over a thousand artificial springing waters.
Categories:
topmost, earth, nature,
Form:
Ode
With pride and pain
I watched him sleeping peacefully—
his head on the window of the airplane
pimples and their remnants on forehead
a discernible thin line of hair on upper lip
few strands hanging from the chin
shoulders shaping into a man’s
How I miss collecting him in my arms
pecking his cheek
tousling his hair
now that he is about a foot taller than me
Almost always reticent
answers in monosyllables
Miss his excited stories ,hugs and tugs
when I entered the door
Reaches the topmost shelves for me
but too proud to ask for help himself.
Just yesterday he was
crawling, tripping, falling, bawling
Wonder who flashed a magic wand overnight?
Was lost in those alleys when he stirred
and rolled his head onto my shoulder
My heart exploded
but I sucked in my breath
held very still
resisted the urge to run my fingers through his hair
just cradled the moment
my baby resting on my shoulder again
Did the sky I was traversing hear me pleas?
Written on 07/01/2016
Categories:
topmost, cinderella, mother son, boy,
Form:
Free verse