Best Underline Poems
I feel privileged.
I have been chosen by the Government
as part of a group testing something called
Edible Clinical Marijuana.
Honestly I half expected it to look like a Burrito
because the name sounds sort of Mexican.
It actually looks more like a brownie.
I’m am about to take a bite so hold on.
Yum,
tasty!
So here is the point
I am suppose to consume
one half of a brownie
then fill out this sheet
giving them my feedback.
Hold on
I am going to have a few more bites.
Okay,
no wait,
milk would go great
with these babies.
I’ll be back.
(after a long while)
OK, sew sorry I was gonna while
I was staring inside my fridge\
for a while'
tying to remember
I think I wanted a glass of ink%
aktiually I’m dinking from the bodle@
I am eating my forth brownie
as I was instructured to do;
Did they say four or? ate
cause these. are tasty
And/
aaaahhhhhhh,,
tasty^
tayysstee^
hahahahahahahahaha""
a program on my compuwhatyoucallit
keeps underlyning my words
with read squiggles=
hahahahahahahahaha
but it diidn’t underline squiggle#
hahahahahahahahaha
wel dats stoopid
squiggle isa perfect lee
good underlying word*
stoopid Bill Gated^
hahahahahahaha?haha
sorry I ment Will Gated~
so watt was I saying ]
oh yeah+
fill the sheet)
hahahahahahahahaha
I don wanna sheet,
tha is gaross[
heeres a pen
quesshun= Sex
easy!
ansir; yes- please)
hahahahahahahahaha
?why m i bein so polite
hahahahahahahahaha
queshun!
oh wow Blues Brothers on my TV
what was I spose? to do
oh yeah watch tv
why am i so angry hahahahahah++
hahahahahahahahaha
i mean hungary
haahahahahah
h u n g r y
dere hungry>
hey look
brownies?
those look good
hahahahahahahahaha
i con't tipe with mai mouth
full dats rood/rood
i'll get bak too dis later..
sew as they say
hahahahahahahahaha
two bee contitnude
Categories:
underline, humor, humorous,
Form:
Narrative
English is not a language
one can ever get ahead of--
there are just too many words!
Like 'ludic; for example: meaning
playful, in the sense of spontaneous,
without real purpose....Soooooo,
how come I never came across
Little Ludic in over sixty years
of reading hundreds of books
in my beloved mother tongue,
the language I love,
the language I married.
Even spellcheck never saw it,
or else why underline little Ludic
in red, like a criminal of some sort
who needs a good sorting out,
a spell in word prison perhaps?
If one but takes the time to look,
one can find sweet Ludic laying low,
hiding quietly in the BIG FAT ONE,
the Oxford Dictionary!
Lord and Regent of all word books.
Ludic lives there with his cousins:
Ludibrious and that stuffed shirt,
Ludibry, and the handsome,
macho Ludrico ( who is no doubt
from the Italian side of the family)
and of course, the far more famous
Ludicrous, a celebrity who seems to
want all the spotlight for himself.
Words can be so very selfish too....
Categories:
underline, humorous, language,
Form:
Free verse
Write Me
your ballad of beliefs
your epistle of emotions
your parable of paradigms
your chronicle of convictions
Underline Me
------------ -------
leave nothing out
embrace the honesty
bare your naked soul
Italicize Me
finesse the cadence
narrate with engaging elan
embellish with panache and aplomb
UPPERCASE ME
Magnify the Momentous
Shout from the Summits
Accentuate the Ascendant Apogees
Bold Me
use your signature font
imbue me with the vocabulary of your DNA
...the glossary of your very own fingerprints
*Punctuate*
your paragraphs with personality;
your chapters with charm -
your stanzas with s t y l e !
I am your diary of daydreams
your scrapbook of stories
your poem of promises
your litany of life
I am your tale
Write
me
written 6 July 2023
Categories:
underline, life, write, writing,
Form:
Free verse
She wakens to the most ungodly ring tone-
her husband's cell phone left there by her bed.
And next, her damn alarm clock's blare is fed
by noise of the neighbor’s lawn mower’s drone.
At work, suppressing groans, she is a clone
who answers e-mails, and with silent dread,
takes clients' calls. Guff fills her pounding head;
again and then again that ringing phone!
Then finally she’s home. Ahhhh. . . . time to dine -
except the children cannot break away
from Face book - and the oldest starts to whine.
Her hungry spouse then walks into the fray.
Amidst it all, as if to underline
her plight, that neighbor’s dog begins to bay!
For Cyndi MacMillan's
TIMELESS YET CONTEMPORARY, A SONNET THANG
Categories:
underline, life,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
To you. I dedicate this poem.
Sweet poetess across the sea.
I tag your name and underline.
All the feedback, that is mine
Your comments and suggestions.
Make my day.
I love them , to come my way.
To hear you say.
My poetry.
Made your day.
I will try to-night.
A happy poem to write.
Sometimes the Devil gets in.
Making my poems, grim.
I write with all my heart.
They are all truly.
Just for you.
.
....................................
Categories:
underline, devotion, uplifting,
Form:
Light Verse
Still Seconds ( A Valentine )
Chocolate box romance
Of ribbons and flowers
Wishes in poetical phrases
Letter and verse
Imprinted rhythmical beats of hearts
In soft sweet confessions
Underline Cupids children
But my love prowls
On feline soft paws
Its breath an engine
Its rhythm slow steaming
Waiting
Saint Valentines greatest lovers
In painted masks
Have struggled expressions
Too beautiful to defy descriptions
Of eternal Kings and Queens
In heavens love
Of Cherubim and Seraphim
But my love rages
In perfumed heat
Its still seconds it eats
Its constant deciphering of
Wanting
A full deluge could wax Shakespearean
With torrential emotion
Propound and profess
Passions unceasing delirium
And so esteemed the grammatical invocations
Of loves powered obsessions
Would write unceasingly on
But my love irreversible
Stands helpless acceptance
Its distracted ecstatic if
Its intoxicated blood
Needing
And so I break upon a howling wind
Aching pours from my throat
A screaming name
Desperate tempest to a brooding sea
I stand helpless
In still seconds
Unable to contend
With love
Categories:
underline, lovelove,
Form:
Free verse
Between the Indian plains and the hills of Burma.
Protected by the affection of its three guardians,
The Ganges, Brahmaputra and Meghna.
From there - this story began.
On a grassland full of hopes and dreams.
Right at the edges of Brahmaputra river.
Lying there without any wheezes,
A sad and lonely royal bengal tiger.
He remembers the smell of the Sal trees,
In Bhawal Park near Dhaka, his place of birth.
He remembers the sounds of peacocks, elephants, and deers
His heart wish they were not yet became a myth.
He has been a part of Pohela Boishakh feast.
When people bathe early and dress in fine clothes.
All the men put on their kurta, or the finest lungi at least
While women dress in sharee, letting their beauty to be exposed.
Tears streamed from his cheek. As the old tiger weep.
A momentary recalled the legends of his ascendant.
The story of the one whose once Sultan beloved,
And the one whose survives the liberation war in 1971.
The tiger now stood, underline his courage and chivalry.
"Will this liberty be felt by my offspring?" his mind fly.
Despite the poverty, instability, and all its vulnerability,
There is more to Bangladesh than meets the eye.
~ For the "LOVE LETTERS TO THE INDIAN SUBCONTINENT" contest by Cyndi MacMillan
Categories:
underline, symbolism, sympathy,
Form:
Narrative
How?
How is that we shall remember.
Remember many things, least of all to dream.
Dream dreams of yesterday and tomorrow?
Dream.
Dream dreams of today, one will go, one will stay.
Ours to keep?
Keep one eye on want you want and one on what you've got…they say.
To keep an eye upon the dreams,
seems such an easy thing, but leads instead, to
Enormity.
Enormous pressure and contemplation
with mounds and mounds of piled up words
and lessons learned.
To sift through, takes patience.
(Something that I haven’t got).
But, Oh please, I will listen, if you will tell.
How do we keep an eye on what it is we dream,
When perhaps it seems to float about without visibility?
To find it, just point in the direction, and with or without certain introspection,
I’ll set out upon the task to it's projection...
still, how, I ask?
I sit and wonder.
Wonder, Wonder... Wonder.
Wander... wander, my mind wanders.
Too late, my mind now wanders.
I have set out on a path, another endeavor.
Oh well, I must add to my list...
this dream thing-very important.(underline twice)
**geeeeet baack to ddrreeeeams, period. NO! no. Yes. exclamation!
(There, that should do it).
Categories:
underline, satire,
Form:
Free verse
Three notes
Of hard music
Roared in my head
The first time I saw her.
Three notes of steel
To underline hers strength.
The same three notes
Three notes of gold
Sweetly sounded In my head
Later on
When she kissed me
To underline
Hers gleaming sweetness.
Three diamond notes
Create a sublime music in my head
Just now
When we have been long wed.
To underline strength and gleaming sweetness
Of the woman of my life.
Categories:
underline, love,
Form:
Free verse
The Test by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T. Wignesan
What’s an antipoet:
a trader in urns and coffins?
a priest who does not believe in anything?
a general who entertains doubts about himself?
a vagabond who laughs at every thing
until old age overtakes him unto death?
an interlocuter of bad faith in a dialogue?
a woman who dances at the brink of an abyss?
a narcissist who loves everybody?
a bloody humourist
deliberately miserable?
a poet who dozes off in a chair?
a modern-day alchemist?
a pocket revolutionary?
a small-time bourgeois?
a charlatan?
a god?
an innocent?
a peasant of Santiago de Chile?
Underline the sentence you consider correct.
What is antipoetry:
a storm in a tea cup?
a sleeve of snow robed round a rock?
a shallow tray full of human excreta
as Father Save-the-Earth believes?
a mirror that tells the truth?
a big slap on the face
of the President of the Society of Authors?
( May God preserve him in his holy kingdom)
a warning to younger poets?
a coffin in river rapids?
a coffin of centrifugal force?
a coffin of paraffin gas?
a burning chapel without a corpse?
Mark with a cross
the definition you consider correct.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Categories:
underline, imagery, imagination, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
God forbid i ever tell on my friends
God forbid I ever betray my country men
As aesthetic as the gas-mask
Dressed for work, dressed for success
As alien embryos thrive inside glass tubes
101 psychological tactics classified welcome to that classroom
The instructor he's fantastic as unstable as a bait cast
Watch for the hook watch for the backlash
The words clandestine written across the chalkboard
He say's Underline the the two words Cherry Terror, The Masters
A hand raises and he looks right past him
As he has flashbacks of the cold war the whole classroom
Ask him in unity why did they outlaw Shock and Awe
He draws a diagram of the food chain and says life is a cycle
HE ASK THE QUESTION WHAT'S THE 5 BASIC NEEDS TO SUSTAIN HUMAN LIFE?
FOOD , WATER, SHELTER, CLOTHING
DON'T FORGET THE LOVE YOUR MOTHER FAILED TO SHOW YOU]
He hit the nailed on the head repercussions from cowardly acts
And now I wonder why my brother's still missing in action
They camouflage sexual harassment
But in this classroom they call it forced rape
Go back in time, Go back to the Air Forces
Tell me how an alien killed three Airmen
I guess they die the same way i kill em back with my bare-hands
Categories:
underline, allusion, funny,
Form:
Free verse
Avant Garde declarations of flawed misunderstanding
Ethereal hand's star cast thought's scattered materialised being
From under stones crept
To kindle fires of imagination's spawning grounds
Turned over in tumultuous caverns of repressed understanding
Unbound suddenly as spring leaves answer a sun's call from a hundred light years distant
Feeling crosses dread chasms with invisible bridges having no descriptive language to flaw their being
Under stars knowing by being under stars
Become my brothers outside of time's fantasy born gasp
My eyes know you over centuries in microseconds
Depth forgotten I reach out to hold you in my palms
And for a fleeting heartbeat's moment I hold a universe in my arms
Nails scratching a ceiling of light
The earth beneath me rises to a firmament's elemental haven
Drawn to sky alive
Laying inside the space between
Brink of countless worlds
Mirrored on grass by ancient paths
By fire cast by fire's hand
Kalimba tones underline music's word of finger etched peace
White flower in fields of midnight silver
Glowing through memory screaming parallel truths
Searching through countless lifetimes for bridges
A path to close the gap
I found it in the mirror's face
Dark lakes of highland dreams touching skin to a traveling gleam
Still pools on ancient roads holding timeless light
Reached out again for star's caress
Soul communication's shout
You are the bridges
Minds of walking life
Our transience quantified
By wandering stars
©David Nickle Read
2014
Categories:
underline, beauty, earth, feelings, journey,
Form:
Free verse
WEBSTER'S NEW WORLD COLLEGE DICTIONARY, DEFINES COUNTRY AS:1. THE WHOLE LAND OR TERRITORY OF A NATION OR STATE. 2. THE PEOPLE OF A NATION OR STATE. 3. THE LAND OF A PERSON'S BIRTH OR CITIZENSHIP. 4. ONE'S OWN COUNTRY; NATIVE. NOW PAUSE FOR A MOMENT. NOW CONTEMPLATE THIS TRUTH. WHO WAS AMERICA, BEFORE YOU BECAME AMERICA? IS YOUR AMERICA A COUNTRY OR IS YOUR AMERICA A BUSINESS?
THE HISTORY BOOKS WILL NOT TELL YOU THE WHOLE TRUTH, BUT IT WILL TELL YOU SOME.
WHEN YOU ASK YOUR GRANDMOTHERS AND YOUR GRANDFATHERS FOR THE TRUTH, SOME WHICH EMBRACE INTEGRITY AND COURAGE WITH A RELENTLESS PURSUIT FOR YOUR HAPPINESS, WILL WAVER NOT IN DEVULGING THE WHOLE TRUTH WITH THE HOPE OF YOU DISCOVERING WHO YOU ARE AND WHY YOU EXIST.
THOSE GRANDMOTHERS AND GRANDFATHERS WHO ONLY EXIST TO MAKE CERTAIN THAT YOU CAN BE A MAN WITHOUT SHEDDING TEARS AND WORK VERY HARD TO ATTAIN STUFF SO THAT YOU WILL BE A GOOD HUSBAND AND A GOOD WIFE, WITHOUT YOU EVER REALIZING THAT YOUR WHOLE LIFE WAS UNDERLINE BY HISTORICAL SECRETS AND STRIFE.
IS YOUR AMERICA A COUNTRY? OR IS YOUR AMERICA A BUSINESS? WEBSTER EXPLAINED THAT A BUSINESS: ONE'S WORK, OCCUPATION, OR PROFESSION; A SPECIAL TASK, DUTY, OR FUNCTION; RIGHTFUL CONCERN OR RESPONSIBILITY(NO ONE'S BUSINESS BUT HIS OWN); THE BUYING AND SELLING OF COMMODITIES AND SERVICES, COMMERCE, AND TRADE.
NOT THE SELLING OF JUDGESHIPS, SENATE-SEATS, LAW ENFORCEMENT BADGES AND POSITIONS, CHILDREN, WOMEN, YOUR NEIGHBOR'S TRUST, YOUR SONS AND DAUGHTERS GIFTS AND TALENTS FOR TEMPORARY-FORTUNE-FAME, THEN LATER YOU BUY THEMTHE MONOPOLY GAME. PART 1
Categories:
underline, dedication, america, integrity,
Form:
Concrete
through the wind i hear your solo
each note nicely placed for me
slipped back to this journey i lack
miss led international direction
my own intention is to communicate
a feeling , an emotion , anger gets the best
how will i live in a sea of forgetfulness
turned away by anything that would care
a language i don't understand , but i feel it
somehow underline the thoughts of it all
you are speaking , no more stone wall paintings
i sense your words ,they are cutting my soul
enter in a part of my being your speaking
nothing is sacred anymore here
i have had it with my self-doubt and pride
you don't exist to me , this war is over
my hand has the power to change
the launch of the power button
tv off. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Categories:
underline, technology,
Form:
Free verse
"In Unison between the Point of Singularity"
Rarely
notes ever compliment
suspended like points in
singularity
opposites eventually attract
silent string theories
suspended in animation
dancing around each other
flirting with the birth
of the concept
of another life
existing in
the mirrored
room of
parallels
The Double Point
a code in trust
where unseen the 5th
unknown elementals meet
The Dance of
minds in bodies -
lost,
when the You is underscored
Where the concept
of Love
touches itself and is lost
without crossing
the warm zone
In Unison
between the
Point of Singularity
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Yann Tiersen - Porz Goret
https://youtu.be/9z3jCiCrsx0
“Perhaps the string will also touch itself without crossing, like an underlined "U".
This is another kind of singularity.
Unlike the double point, it is not stable,
in the sense that a small push will lift the bottom of the "U" away
from the "underline".”
(String Theory, unstable)
Trust
“To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved.”
“Trust is the glue of life.
It’s the most essential ingredient in effective communication.
It’s the foundational principle that holds all relationships.”
"The Sprites of fiery Termagants in Flame
Mount up, and take a Salamander's name.
Soft yielding minds to Water glide away,
And sip, with Nymphs, their elemental Tea.
The graver Prude sinks downward to a Gnome,
In search of mischief still on Earth to roam.
The light Coquettes in Sylphs aloft repair,
And sport and flutter in the fields of Air."
(Alexander Pope, the Rape of the Lock, Canto 1)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singularity_theory
Categories:
underline, love, lust, psychological, trust,
Form:
Free verse