Best Unify Poems
I don't mind being your friend
Or even possibly loving you
But don't try to change me
I love being me
I have my own voice
We see things differently
But that's ok
We can co exist and still be us
I'm warning you don't try to change me
If you do I will make a big fuss
You being you and me being me makes us unique
Our differences make up the human race
We can always agree to disagree
This planet is a big rainbow
But we must all strive to unify our world with love
I can love you and still be me
And you can still be you
It's okay to be our individual selves
But love and respect must be a common goal for us all
11-24-16
Alexis Y.
Categories:
unify, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Joan of Arc – For God and Country
On the feast of the Three Kings was born,
a baby girl, in 1412, under the sign of Capricorn.
Destined to accomplish great deeds and achieve fame,
Joan d’Arc was her auspicious name.
A religious and political scapegoat,
her short life to God and country she did devote.
Fervently spurred by heavenly voices,
Joan’s fate was guided by singular choices.
She avidly believed in her mystical visions,
and was obsessed to fulfill her divine mission.
Each night she prayed, “Oh God, save France,”
until at last she was granted the perfect chance.
Leaving her family and the village of Domremy,
she pursued her destiny to defeat France’s enemy.
The “Maid of Orleans” with religious fervor and zeal
took a vow of chastity and her fate was solidly seal.
During the Hundred Years’ War, she took up sword and banner;
mounted on a white horse, arrayed in a white suit of armor.
Leading the French army to a momentous victory,
her rousing battle cry was, “For God and country.”
Abandoned by King Charles the VII and betrayed in the end,
she was burnt at the stake by French collaborators and English men.
Accusing her of witchcraft, heresy, and for dressing like a man,
at age 19, her life was all over according to their devious plan.
But even though her light was snuffed out by hatred and bigotry,
her exemplary courage and strength helped to unify her country.
Joan of Arc, a simple peasant girl, became a woman warrior,
and to the world a symbol of conviction, fortitude, and true valor.
Canonized a saint by Pope Benedict XV 500 years later,
Joan was named Patron Saint of France, rape victims, prisoners, and martyrs.
08-28-2015
Contest: Joan of Arc
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Placement: 2nd
Categories:
unify, christian, courage, destiny, hero,
Form:
Rhyme
I was born in a time
When the thrills of a thriller
Did move the bricks
Of the thickest of walls.
I grew in an era
When the dynasty of an empire
Did expand to farthest of lands.
I adapted to a phenomenon
When the existence of a legend
Did drown the fame of mortals.
A fame in immortality
Bearing the impenetrability
Of Achilles himself,
Destined to march
Through the walls of Troy.
I twisted to the strings
Of a guitar, twanging
Spontaneously in my head,
In moves of invisibility.
I was opportune to appear
In a time, when the conquest
Of one king, did crest
Long lasting tattoos
In the hearts of many.
I was fascinated in a time
When the life within a man
Did blossom young,
As he lived unaffected
By the fading of time.
I lingered in an era
When the voice of one man
Could unify the sections
In a complex world.
I flowed in his guidance,
Dined in his glory
As though I existed
In his peak of enthronement,
His conferment of Grammies.
Bedazzled by his flexibility,
I was blessed by his power
To rein in anointed glory,
Unending immortality.
I was born in an empire
Governed by a king;
The king of pop,
A king in the world,
Father of offspring
As multiple as stars.
Electrified by a star,
There shall never be another;
Another motion slider,
Another shining star.
And though he passes on,
I shall live to declare
That I was born in a time
Ruled by a legend,
Guided by an immortal,
A world of Michael Jackson.
Categories:
unify, death, epic
Form:
Ballad
Bells
Shiny silver bells with glistening red bow
Are dangling from my entry gate
Though silently because they're faux.
But I imagine they ring and resonate
Their joyous sounds for all to hear
That give us pause to contemplate
At this busy bustling time of year
Just what it is we celebrate:
As Christians sing "O Holy Night"
And Kwanzaa honors community
While Hanukkah menorahs are all alight
My bells proclaim man's unity.
Let the bells from every steeple and tower
With hope and conviction heartily peal
And the heavens open and generously shower
Society with the grace to unify and heal.
Molly Moore
Categories:
unify, christmas, holiday, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
If
There is anything worth
Dying for, my friend, it is
LOVE:
Love for our God
Love for our country
Love for our family
Love for our friends
Love for our fellow Man
Love for love's sake,
Because
There is nothing nobler,
Nothing more dignified
Nothing more elevated
Nothing more holly
Nothing more sacred
Nothing more divine than love,
For love
Is God's voice
Is God's will
Is God's wisdom
Is God's determination to
Unify the Cosmos and Man alike
And
By doing so to make both of them
whole!
Therefore
Let us love my friend:
Let us love unselfishly
Let us love unconditionally
Let us love altruistically
Let us love compassionately
Let us love benevolently
For
That is the only way
The anxiety of Man for human affairs
Forever
Would disappear and peace and harmony
Shall be established on our planet and in
Our souls!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 January 2021
Categories:
unify, god, humanity, love,
Form:
Free verse
HUMANS, ANTS AND SHADOWS
The smallest ants cast long shadows. . .
Little they are but see how discipline they can be
Millimeters apart, they all unify in a single file
It's a dismay that at some point
Humans, don't show such discipline
Instead of waiting for their turn
Sometimes one overtakes, one assumes
someone else's post just to be on time
selfish motive or emergency,
who knows?
Polymorphic ants, they merge
to do an umbrella of tasks
Humans regardless of status and age
All are entitled to do some chore
inside ones home, school or workplace
Hand and hand in a web of labor
Talking to each other
with their own way: pheromones
Some colonies act as one
but some misunderstands, they fight.
Humans as well does communicate
with the languages that abound this earth.
Hence, we can readily convey our thoughts
but still, highest among creations,
there are still confusions and war.
Amazing!
Such little creatures,
Ants and we, humans,
one way or another
cast long shadows. . .
_________________________
©O. E. Guillermo
03:31 pm, January 16, 2015
Note: Pheromones -- chemical substances released by insects (e.g. ants, bees, wasps etc.) the influences their physical behaviour particularly communication, signals.
Categories:
unify, animal, imagery, insect, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
With the grandeur of prairies and canyon
With Georgian welcomes from Springer Mountain
With cooler welcomes of Katahdin
America rises with five million feet
To exult among more mosses, mammals, trees
Than have survived in spaces smaller than countries
A president named Teddy signed off on it
America rises with these five million feet
With delirious descent of peregrines
With the swooping swish of eagles with fish
With raising and saving whooping cranes
America still rises across millions of feet
Grace as in the disappearing Chestnut
Timelessness and wonder in the redwood
Gifts of Euphorbia, Aster, Camelia
America rises in chlorophyll and feet
With red and green blood that will unify
With Hibiscus threatened by goats in Hawaii
America rises and falls from view
America for all, always preserved by the few
(c) First published with gratitude in 2005; God Bless America - and the rest of humanity. Shalom, shalom!
Categories:
unify, appreciation, environment, history, immigration,
Form:
Rhyme
My skin is in error.
Now I am clothed in revile and terror.
Flesh stitched to my hands to reach divinity above.
However, my hands too rough for a softer love.
Mortality left unsatisfied
And my life and death are denied.
Many voices unheard, many words unsaid
Far into the night within my last bed.
I sleep to dream to God's surprise
Mimicking the bird, seeing worlds beyond its eyes
Freedom grins inside invisible cages
The black is smeared on wet riddled pages.
Yet.. my song remains
I awake and proclaim:
Fly far from here to a good land rediscovered
Inevitably inseparable, we the colored.
Through the winds of every direction, we shall unify.
A world where black bodies never cry.
Indeed will shall sing
For the milk and honey our ancestors bringed.
Categories:
unify, abuse, black african american,
Form:
ABC
Wordless worries wander wearily working wayward,
Towards thoughts transgressing truth’s textured tide.
As always acknowledging agnosticism’s appeal,
Essence easily evaporates, exeunt Emile.
Very virtuous violent vowels vociferously validate,
Sanctimonious sessions some subtly sacrosanct.
Is it in incrementally immense ingenious imaginations,
Or ontology’s omniscience overcoming oceanic oratory?
Roughly rallying rage’s recessive righteousness,
Quickly quartered queens quietly quiver qualities quoi.
Under unctuous undeniably Umbrian utterances,
An astute and acute awareness as always arose.
Placing plausibly proverbial prevaricating predications,
Many morose morally myopic manly mighty men,
Eulogize everlasting ephemerally entertaining evocations.
Insinuating incredible implications, insomnia initiates,
Notably nullifying notoriously negligible nihilistic necessities.
Lies lay low, linking lofty linguistic lessons like laws,
Of optional opportunities oscillating on occult overtures
Until underlying unctions unify ubiquitous unknowns.
Joyless Joseph’s joyful Joy just jumped, just jumped!
Killing killjoy knuckle kosher korma koranic krap.
And announce another anonymous anodyne appointment?
(Empiricism’s emphatic emission, enter erotic Eloise).
Having Heidegger helps, hope’s homunculi hunting human.
Get gone ginger guesses, go grope Ginger’s grapes!
Immaculately ironic inquisitions instigate immediate impositions.
Once onto opaque ominous orbs, obey Oracles open orders.
Framing funny fractions, flaming far flung frivolous fictions,
Death defies dollar damnations, deliciously done devaluations.
Usually uncle umpire understands useful underlying ululations,
Also affirming apples avuncular altruistic assumptions.
Creeds crave caves, charms calm cause, come conquerors,
Be belligerently bad, betray birth’s beginning, balance budgets.
Entreating entirely empty, emphatically elusive, existential entelechy,
Is, importantly, incommensurably idiotic, inexplicably impractical indeed.
Categories:
unify, crazy, creation, imagination, ,
Form:
Alliteration
MOTHER NATURE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mother nature, dying!
I wish I was lying!
Pollution is killing, believe!
Both flora and fauna!
Sad, both will be gonna!
Unless we help nature succeed.
Recycle, yes, helpful.
Nature would be grateful,
if we started today; yes, please!
Governments must help too,
let us make sure they do!
We must make sure they don't deceive!
Some governments, greedy!
You have to believe me,
of nature, they haven't a care.
Fossil fuels abused,
deforestation used,
whilst leaving the countryside bare!
And all life will suffer,
the air, all life's buffer.
Oxygen for all fauna, yes us!
CO2 for flora!
No flora, all gonna
No fauna, we've all turned to dust
There could be a chance, one!
So let's start, get it done!
Recycle, recycle, do it!
Go all-electric cars,
or end, no life, like Mars!
So come on, yes you, you muppet!
Don't stand around thinking,
the planet is stinking!
You, in fact, all, we must unify!
Clean water for all life!
No wars, or hurt, or strife!
Stop pollution, let us all try!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rhyme: aabccb
In anapestic mode as perceived by Mary Boren Sullivan, aka Meter_Maid on Allpoetry.com.
A link to the guidelines:
http://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/bushballad-meter/
I would love some feedback please, on the format, (comments as normal).
Categories:
unify, nature, pollution,
Form:
FOR WHAT IS POWER
For what is power?
A dream, a vision, a destiny?
All un-achievable because….
Because we accept the definition handed down by those in power.
Power is strength. Strength is power.
Rosa Parks had strength, she exhibited power,
not in muscle or machismo but in her presence, in her tenacity,
in her steadfastness. Rosa Parks was empowered
by her strength - to act.
Ghandi had strength, cloth wrapped, sinewy strength.
He exhibited power, in his defiance, his belief.
He shed blood, his own, while refusing to strike back
at those who struck him but at the laws and mores that
permitted such actions. He was empowered
by his strength – to act.
They did not wait to become empowered,
did not seek validation of their strength,
became the empowering strength for others.
Martin Luther King was not empowered by his dream,
he drew his strength from it,
used that strength to empower others
to find their strength, to stand, to march,
to defy, to unify – to act.
And what of us? Will we acknowledge our strength?
Will we use that strength to empower others
to find their strength? Or will we deny that strength
and hope to find empowerment elsewhere.
John G. Lawless
7/10/2014
for Verlena S. Walker contest-Strength Empowers
((sorry Verlena, I blew the line count))
Categories:
unify, leadership, power, strength,
Form:
Prose Poetry
My Neighbor
By Valerie Odom
February 8, 2017
My neighbor got a problem with me
Cus’ my self confidence is “too high”
How he can’t stand this generation
But what he doesn’t know is that we are they made
and that being said we will always have to pick up their mess
My neighbor got a problem with me
Cus’ my style is too fly
How he stuck in the 40’s
But what he doesn’t know is that what’s yours is mine
and that our fashion itself is one
My neighbor got a problem with me
Cus’ I got dreams building up towards the sky
How my dreams are too big that he’s starting to become claustrophobic
But what he doesn’t know is that up in the sky way high there's more
air than the two of us can handle if only he’d let his pride to the side
My neighbor got a problem with me
Cus’ I actually wanna change the world
How just because you let white supremacy get to your head
Doesn’t mean I can’t lend you a hand and get you out of the deep water
But what he doesn’t know is that one by one we shall build, unify,
and become one with peace itself
My neighbor got a problem with me
But I don’t gotta problem with him
Categories:
unify, age, appreciation, conflict, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
chipping and hacking
sawing and sanding
this is the life of a creator
these are his sounds
a cacophony of hustle and bustle
a primal link to the past and an eye on the future
ever striving for a land bridge between the two
like ancient explorers of the human condition
back and forth
to and fro
sweeping arm movements packed with energy
eye's steady and intense gaze resting on the immediate
standing on the precipice, the gateway of creativity
ready to push the boundaries of the possible one more time
forging potentials in the foundry of insight
molten heat emanating from the source of inspiration
leaving trails across le atelier in vibrant, living color
once more into the fray.....
a chance to become something more
a demigod, replete with all the powers
to cast off these earthly shackles and take one's rightful place
amongst the Apollonian and Dionysian pantheon
standing shoulder to shoulder with the likes of Giacometti, Rodin and Michelangelo
basking in their eternal aurora of shimmering crystalline streaks of productivity
leaving traces of ocular delight along the way
but always leaving something to be desired
just out of reach and unattainable, alluding to greater grandeur
scaling the philosophical peaks and traversing the political spectrum
to unify the scattered, to join the fragmented, to give voice to the oppressed
saying something with nothing
directing the viewer's eye with subtleties
emphasizing silence with space and void
painting and glazing
soldering and welding
hands steadily guiding and grinding
unearthing the inert qualities laying dormant, waiting to be revealed
commanding that the materials speak and be known
this is a life worth living
this is the life of a creator
Categories:
unify, art,
Form:
Free verse
Your honor I wish to state, with utmost rhapsody before the crescent azure, that my client is as white as a Lilly
was it fare that he died, a tender soul twenty one phases of the harvest moon
buried at the bloom of owls, bats to grace the occasion, ghosts to usher the procession, dogs to disguise as chief moaners
is it justified that the noble lad had to endure the disgrace of his anatomy, twenty strokes to the count to fulfill an accursed ritual
was it justified that my friend, left behind a park of wives sobbing behind the stench abounded streams, unleashing life to the ruins he called home
was my client an astrology to manipulate his destiny that drew him closer to the trigger, son of a gun he had no choice
did the cops drew in their hands, utmost monopoly on his life to pin him as easily as tapping a fly, the books of records think otherwise
am not a Marxist but truth be said that poverty and affluence unify in boxing duels, my friend was just but a soul, caught in the line of capitalism dynamism
was my friend born in the antiquities of an emperor, Shakespeare would tremble before the letters of his epitaph
was my client marooned in the lavishness of the middle class,Vincent van Gogh would dance before the master piece of his graven image
I don't believe in the tune of reincarnation but my client would obligingly accept, a second chance in whatever form, your grace shall offer
make him go back the statue of liberty, to enlighten mankind of the powers of democracy
allow him to return as the cutest kitten, to offer warmth to a broken heart
I have stated, I have mourned, not in desperation but in love, not to win but to exude the jury with truth, of the realities beyond these pearly gates, the day in life of a mere mortal,
my case rests,
Categories:
unify, bereavement, dedication, forgiveness, life,
Form:
STICKS AND STONES
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Every epoch has its own bone chilling word
Causing great trepidation when ever its heard
If you wanted to destroy a group or anyone
This choice word would get the damage done
A thousand years ago it was heretic or heresy
Accuse if you had a grudge or coveted property
The catholic church was aware of dogma revision
So in circa 1232 the pope authorized the “ inquisition “
It started out as a process to unify the church
But morphed into a system to extort and besmirch
Corrupt authorities held trials on their own
Their final verdict guilty, was predictably known
The papal trials were mostly honest and fair
If found guilty the accused could pledge his repair
To follow the teachings and dogma each day
Do penitence, pay a fine and swear never to stray
Locals were more drastic with penalties applied
Burned at the stake even if the person had died
Males were accused of fornication with succubus
Females willingly sleeping along side the incubus
No one was safe from the envious of being accused
Tortures with painful devices were commonly used
Confessions obtained with torture an outright farce
Easy to admit anything with a hot poker in your ****
Forward to the present, does the devil even exist ??
We’re too sophisticated to believe in satanic trysts
But we want our own word to accuse and destroy
Being politically correct is the perfect ploy
One word can make anyone cease and desist
Just point your finger and yell “ racist”
Categories:
unify, hate,
Form:
Rhyme