Best Traceable Poems


YOUR BIOGRAPHY

Nothing that you say 
Is ever lost; it's filed away 
Goes down in history 
In someone's memory 
And everything you do 
Is traceable to you 
Be as kind as you can be 
Living your biography. 

  Every contact leaves a trace 
  Every line in your face 
  All the stigma of disgrace 
  All the splendour of good grace. 

That secret hideaway 
Lights up with D.N.A. 
The practiced jewelled smile 
Belies an inner guile 
A wayward sinful thought 
Enacted, sees you caught 
Be as true as you can be 
Living your biography.
Categories: traceable, character,
Form: Didactic

I'M Yours

* This is not quite erotic, but maybe a teeny bit hot*

Fingertips, just traceable,
hover goosebumped skin.
The distance left between us now
scarcely paper thin.
I hardly dare to breathe
incase this fragile interruption,
breaks the spell we conjoured
from reciprocal intentions.
I dare not close my eyes
must keep this memory intact,
for it won't be a memory
if the moments play in black.
Then as our mouths make contact
and your tongue discovers mine,
reservations crumble.
Who knew hell felt so sublime?
A gasp, almost inaudiblle
plays beneath my lips,
accelerated urgency
as soft hands reach my hips.
Between us, distance perishes
as skins entwine, unite.
I'm yours now, so just take me,
I'm yours, just for tonight
Categories: traceable, love, passion,
Form: Rhyme

Solowise

SOLOWISE

Traceable son of Adam
Blood-lined to royalty; heir apparent to the throne
He has everything easy for him as he pleases
Amongst different choices, he chose wisdom first
The elders said he was humble and not greedy
Maybe the greedy and the arrogant would have chosen differently
The righteous praises him for his act of righteousness
God admired his spirit of selflessness and simplicity
In such surprise; he was blessed with added gifts
To him who has; more shall be given.

Just as the bird can’t beg for wings to fly
The fish can’t wish to swap water for land
He couldn’t ask for what he already has that is his right
Many would do anything just to be a king’s son
An opportunity the fowl would embrace to be a raven
By being that which we wish; we are satisfied
If not completely; at least to a measurable degree
A bastard born of royalty in royalty blood
If my father is rich, powerful, prosperous and respected
I the son, am the same; I am my father’s son.

Grant me one wish
I will make the one wish no one would
Yet, I asked for that I do not have
To be king, I am the richest
Being king, I am most powerful
Being king, I will need many advisers
Why have so many advisers; when I can have wisdom
Being king guarantees me no wisdom that is mine
To have that I don’t have; I could only ask for it
That in itself is wisdom.


Lordvip
Categories: traceable, bible,
Form: Limerick

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If I Could Change the World

If i could change the world, I’d eradicate poverty, 
By doing away with the lower tax band heavy,
And implementing an increase in the others, 
By a very large amount for our richer brothers.  

I’d inaugurate a green tax, specifically to all, 
Just like income tax, but avoiding the poor wall, 
Straight to the home the bill would be sent, 
And state “For ecology,” for atmospheres bent. 

And I’d train all carers, no matter who they be, 
Home care, PAs or care assistants, many to see, 
And I’d reinforce in training that there exist some, 
Who were developmentally slow, who ask you run. 

I’d set absolute privacy laws for computers, tech, 
Apart from for criminals who’ve been at the peck, 
Who’s footprint would be traceable by a central body, 
And disclosable to the police who’d not be shoddy.
Categories: traceable, change, earth, money, planet,
Form: Heroic Couplet

My Theory

Okay so I think I have a theory..
Let listen 
Okay so I think this world goes along without some rule. 
I think there are some hidden facts in this world.
Fact we don't understand yet.. 
If u can get it then u know how the world works.
Isaac newton discovered gravity which has long been hidden before a mab gave it a name.
So we have affection and reaction... 
Do you a theory.. I have one
Then if I can prove it, it not madness.
Affvetuon and reaction I call my theory. 
In physics there is an action to every reaction. 
Theory of substitution. 
You can only process one thought negative or positive...
We try so hard.. We love other success but you have to understand that the world rotate, if it not ur turn then it won't favour you.. You success line can never be the same who told you. Your story must be different. That will make others that wants to go that line have hope. 
Now I want to become a great poet but no one is into poetry. How will the iron detrain law of the universe work "that every thing is traceable" 
I felt the wind but my theory on the wind was that something I cannot seen I can only feel... 
Affection and reaction states it all started from the mind before it becomes your everyday activity, it correspond to the law of physics, it correspond with energy.. 
If you want to succeed you can work in others footsteps, so what if you are born not to it won't work out for u, the world works differently. Am just out here studying the theorm.
Categories: traceable, books, identity, journey, life,
Form:

No Tolerance

Gaelic must go, the British Government ruled
They took our lands away
Banned the pipes and wearing of the tartan
But our memory holds to this day
Our strong sense of lineage, it’s influence is vast
Traceable back to Somerled 
Who masterminded the Viking outcast


Ours is a land steeped in hospitality and charm
Home to the eagle and the wild deer
The mountains, lochs, islands and moors are a celebration
Of what the Gaels hold dear
A  strong new generation of Gaeldom has now grown
Out from ages past
It’s seeds of genealogy have been sown
Categories: traceable, history,
Form: Rhyme


On My Sick Bed

On my sick bed

On the hospital bed I lay helplessly
Breath was almost far from me
I wished death could come be the judge
And take me on a journey of no return
Diagnose with no symptom all at
No traceable cause for my predicament
Between life and death I stood tall
Not knowing what will become of me
The pills were high
The bed was nice
But my condition was out of hand
I had always watch been sick in the movie
It' was a fairy tale or maybe I say an adventure
But now am faced with two options
Bid my loves one goodbye or stand face to face with death
I droped out of school for months
Its obvious am missing each day
My dreams were become Delusions
Would I give up or put my faith to work?
I had few more days to live
I was 7 years and its few days to my birthday
I was certain of the Holiday and I could remember it fell on Sunday
Every day is a great day I always believe
If I survive today then it certain I have escaped
Groaning in pains
My cloth were socked with it stain
Still in the midst of my though then i heared a still Voice whisper to me
If only you had faith like mustard seed
You would tell this mountain be ye moved.
I summoned courage and declared by faith
The outcome is why you are reading this piece.
Am back on my feet
Sitting on the cushion seat
Soliloquizing how I would have given up if not for Faith

Faith does the magic, confess it, believe it and you will have it.
© Ekoh Jones  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: traceable, age, cry, death, health,
Form: Blank verse

Premium Member Vanquishing Fear

Vanquishing Fear
                 by
Odin Roark

Her unwritten diary
Read of descriptions
glittering private
Her hourglass of
diamonds
Where forever truly
destined forever

Her beauty made
artists shy
Their palettes’
ablaze with
unfettered colors 
Her trail of
fragrance brought
flowers about face
Her presence in
crowds like a warm
tropical breeze

Suitors rifled their
pockets of tricks
Bent on conquest of
the untamable
For beneath her
silk-like curls
Dwelled the
inexplicable
The enigmatic
defense
Protecting the lost
Never to be found
Lips not yet ready
to part

So grew the nymphet
of patience
Often confining
herself to shoreline
treasures
Where shamans
fathoms deep
Shared sonnets of
passion
From sea shells to
auricle passage 
Personal imaginings
to echoing without
end

And then…

A man did appear
Heretofore merely
another serial lover
Leaving traceable
imprints
Evidence for
confirming
He did exist 

Her first glance
fostered nightmares
Burning fear of
losing that
Which she knew not
of
So virginal her
experience

Yet rarities do
happen

Pen and paper gave
birth
To offspring of word
and symbol
The poetry of two
reflected many
Where shamans and
sea shells
Imprints and
nightmares
Poetry’s family tree
of shared resonances
Became transcendence
together
© Odin Roark  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: traceable, hope,
Form: Free verse

Foot Steps

FOLLOWING YOUR FOOT STEPS 
LEADING ME TO YOUR SIDE 
AWAY WITH THE MADNESS 
THAT DOES ENTER YOUR MIND
LOVE IS TRACEABLE IN EVERY THOUGHT 
EVERY TIME REMEMBER THE WORDS
IN THIS UNBEGOTTEN TIME
HUNTING THROUGH THE COLORS
PAST PRESENT OF SIMPLE TIMES
HEARING THE WORDS I LOVE YOU
FOLLOWING YOUR FOOTSTEPS'
TILL THE END OF TIME
LEADING ME ALWAYS RIGHT BY YOUR SIDE
Categories: traceable, adventure, caregiving, confusion, death,
Form: Ballad

Akin Twin Invisible Presence Coaxing

Akin Twin Invisible Presence Coaxing...

Action across ouija board
fingers of left hand appear to move
planchette of their own accord...
inexplicably, silently, and verily
along a barely traceable minuscule chord
dance, with some spatial force

from outer limits,
perhaps a dimension unexplored
of twilight zone, (where spirit
of Rod Serling dwells)
horizontally, linearly, and peculiarly unmoored
hashtagging, kickstarting, and zigzagging
while just barely hoovering

with maybe a hair breath
of space to afford
between alien world and terrestrial
plain playing field, when oh my lord...
(this premature ejeculation
from an atheist sword

like cross my heart), thee paranormal
shenanigans witness movement toward,
and away from death still
participants mouths agape
with bated breath until last letter scored
which message... uh...ah...cannot be revealed
yeah...yeah...yeah...due to HIPAA laws...

...(Without explanation, there
gets heard a clangorous din
along with whooshes of ice cold air
brushing against my chin
analogous to some unseen
genie i.e. and/or jinn

freed from the lantern by Aladdin,
then,...how odd...a deathlike
stillness one could hear a pin
drop pervades so painfully quiet
as if...all sound got vacuumed in
to a void of parallel universe...

...Though I don't dabble in the black magic,
nor nothing linkedin with the occult,
yours truly titled his poem used to
"grab" attention fast as Usain Bolt,
he who dashes off runners block
as a blinding earth shattering jolt

faster than speeding bullet,
a praiseworthy athlete with no win tent to insult,
but merely chose his name out of thin air
(in accordance with abracadabra)
and flimsy rhyme that did result...

But..., aye...beg (bribe with 
all the wealth of Midas)...please
believe me you, this rather cheese
zee poetic endeavor got
wrought with eyes wide shut
(for all intents and purposes eyes closed),
where gentle force did cease

phalanges asthma southern paw
of righteous honest to dog 
gone guy with sixth cents sees
dead people as like miniature floaters
(in my eyes with ease)
poised and struck unbeknownst
computer laptop black keys!
Categories: traceable, allusion, dark, fantasy, mystery,
Form: Free verse

Vintage Postal Stamp

Vintage Postal Stamp ( Poem )


Turn of the century Vintage Stamps
Traceable history make value enhance

Prices get higher as the years go by
Dream of finding one valued so high

Extremely fine with the perfect gum
Designer flaws bring high premium

Famous from error illustration
Collection of art inspiration

We are crazy for detailed graphics
Finding rare depends on the markets

Unused are the old collectibles
Their worth can be unbelievable

View history with a new focus
My playlist is something to notice

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By : Doris Anne Beaulieu
Categories: traceable, art, education, history, people,
Form: ABC

Preening Snob

once again, with an air of 
            smug self-satisfaction,
          he flaunts his wealth and 
                   social position,

            boasting a lot about his 
                 alleged pedigree,
        traceable, he says, to some 
                    distant royalty;

      with what he thinks is sartorial
                       elegance,
  he prances around in a snobbish 
                        trance,

            as atop his superbly 
                  groomed hair,
         dances a couple of lice, 
                  a creepy pair;

   I neither laugh nor make a face
                      at a face,
         but I make an exception 
                   in his case !
Categories: traceable, funny, people, social,
Form: Rhyme

Lurching Toward Grammatical Perfectionism

To compensate for (A -Z)
     ineradicable alphanumeric
     character flaws (i.e. mutations
     of body or mind,)

     and avoid amass
sing wracking up vexatiously
     undesirable threatening class
action lawsuit against

     Matthew Scott Harris,
     which preliminary measure
     taken to avoid disembarrass
sing said individual as

     a majorly flawed individual
literal shortcomings of body, 
     mind and spirit,
     the metier of writing doth encompass

a creative realm to trump
     geomorphology, sans groundmass
at the unsolicited expense
     (mine alter ego i.e. worst critic)

     will gleefully find,
     and expose grammatical,
     misspelling, spelling,
     et cetera errors to harass

glommed together with isinglass
hop, skip and jumping
     to appear as a jackass
whereat no respect

     able collegiate lass
would give a fig about me,
     one totally tubular royal morass,
which expert anthropologists

     stumped asper nonclass
     if eye able Homo
     sapiens mutant ninja turtle
case in point being his

     wanting in height not e'en pass
     sing the six foot mark
     plus mental illness
     perhaps traceable to

     besotted cognitive damage
     inherited predecessors
     quaffing an overdose of quass
made obvious peering at resulting

     Ct scan results viewed
     via microscopic spyglass
revealing abnormal amygdala
automatically designating
     his aptitude underclass
among average human 
     with mettlesome Zeusian brass.
Categories: traceable, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse

Pandr Not Public Relations

Prospect to rejection in a matter of minutes 
Always in a lifetime people rarely finish a sentence
We hop from line to line, relationship to relationship, family to family, job to job
Without adding the comma’s and periods
The problem in America is we don’t take our relationships serious
Because we intertwine ourselves and others fate with run-ons
Crash, bang, boom no conjunctions to keep us from colliding lives and emotional ties
Prospect in a matter of minutes a few spelling and grammatical errors and eraser 
marks
But we fail to finish, but overall prospects diminish and rejection runs on the scene
Flowing and connecting neighborhoods as rains flows through storm drains, carrying 
pollutants in down stream
Rejection brought on by critique and lack of satisfaction sends a confident individual 
backpacking
In the Alps, not knowing, rejection spreads faster than the speed of light, sneaking 
upon lives as day to night 
We are guilty of not finishing our stories and responsible for breaking and adding 
traceable errors to others, but lets not ply, resist and reject our own fears because 
in a perfect universe
The first prospect started here in the Garden of Eden Park
Misunderstanding as a serpent coned then persuaded mankind with question marks
We disregarded our own love for our human race for a pencil trace of a fruit called a 
sentence fragment, ruining manuscripts of life set from the creator’s lips. We created 
commitment issues with our evil works leading life back to the formation of dirt
Leaving people void of respect and repentance, entangling our negative paths in an 
unfinished sentence, which should have been finished never intending folks requiring 
a renaissance 
But blank autobiographies are opened in the book of our remembrance
Categories: traceable, peoplepeople, life, people, universe,
Form: Free verse

Killer Instinct

A beast,wicked and callous without culture,
He injured me several times but never again,
Accident I had months ago was~him;I am sure,
lustful and diabolical with a canker worm in his brain.

Not easy to kill so as not to get nailed,
I would have tried poison but it is traceable,
I have tried pushing off the staircase but it failed,
I need to be discreet so that I will not be accountable.

Thrust of knife straight to the victim`s heart,
can do the trick,if one is very skillful;
But you need to be an expert in this act,
so that homicide detectives will have their cup full.

Shooting with vaporize bullet from a gun
can be effective without autopsy report,
Brainwashing and mind control can be done,
leading to self-infliction and suicide without rapport.

No finger print,No murder weapon;
No traceable motive,source or wishful thinking,
No evidence in this case to act upon,
Telepathy and telekinesis are the best forms of escaping.


Olusegun Arowolo;Contest;"Murderous Thoughts"
Categories: traceable, life,
Form: Quatrain
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