Best Unique Poems
I've thrown my quill in quiet rage
sometimes, when mocked by empty page.
I read such vibrant poetry
in awe, and ask how can this be?
Fresh imagery splashed on the page
with wisdom of the ancient sage,
allusions from the well-read shelf
with rhymes to please the Bard himself.
Thus insecure, I feel defeat -
believing I cannot compete.
My words like sap from maple trees,
I strain as others write with ease.
Poetic thoughts freeze like a creek -
why does my muse play hide and seek?
Why grow downcast when I compare
their gifts to mine - what gain is there?
It's then I spot a butterfly
and see my story flitting by,
with wings unique and delicate,
in colors bold and elegant.
It draws the flower's nectar sweet
and knows that it need not compete,
for nature's bounty will abound -
there's plenty there to go around.
My double-helix DNA
will dance its own distinct ballet,
no other tale could I design,
no other poet could write mine.
So I retrieve neglected quill
and vow to write again! I will
share thoughts to fill another's cup
with odes to hope, not giving up.
If insecure, make this your creed:
to learn from poets - read, read, read.
Let thoughts ascend to soaring height
to hone your craft then write, write, write!
Wait patiently upon your muse
to send fresh words to speak your views,
for only YOU can speak what's there
within your heart, your poet heart
so rare.
Written 19 May 2022
The other girls were Shallow Waters.
Catching Sunlight with ease,
and gleaming crystal clear.
She was as deep as the Ocean.
And the further you dive into her,
The Darker the waters get.
-December 7, 2017
I am but a slave among lives hidden features
Who cares what I crave midst these two-legged creatures
I crave superb polish and fine furniture wax
Extremely strong wood glue and upholstery tacks
To be moved more toward the shade and less in the sun
To have a tung oil bath, ah, now that would be fun
I crave to be gently rocked and read to again
Like when grandpa was alive and Jimmy was ten
But most of all to stay in my room at the keep
And be warmed by the fire until I fall asleep
One day, I decided I will beat Tom and be the first one to congratulate Potd poet. I kept my eyes on Potd screen, refreshing again and again. After a long time, I finally found who had got Potd. I clicked on poem title to be the first one to wish. Much to my dismay, Tom had already wished.
I realized I can't beat the expert
Next day I thought I will write ten poems. If Caren can do it, why not me? With 11 poems, I can even beat her. I sat searching for topics, finally found one. It took me one hour to write that poem. I was out of ideas, housework was calling me. I decided to quit.
I realized I can't beat the expert
Yet another day I thought I will write a funny Limerick like Jan, Tom and many others. If they can do it, so can I. I thought and thought but no joke would come to mind. Whatever I wrote, my son dismissed as not funny. Finally after many attempts he said, Mom it is not your cup of tea.
I realized it is not easy to be funny.
Yet another day I though I will beat Regina McIntosh by writing an awesome contest poem before her. I sat with a pen and paper, thoughts would not come. Whatever ideas came were not so good. After few hours, I gave up. By that time she has posted her prize winning contest entry
I realized I can't beat the expert
One day I though, I will write a sonnet. If Andrea can do it, why not me? It will be smooth flowing and awesome like her sonnets. I sat with Rhyme Zone and How many syllables on. When rhyme was in place, syllables went haywire. When syllables were perfect, it would not rhyme. It seemed like mission impossible. I gave up.
I realized it is not easy to write a sonnet. Certain tasks are best not attempted.
So here I am writing what comes naturally to me. Yes, it is free verse written in simple language
We have many experts out here, each with a unique talent which no one can replace. We are all unique in our own way.
As you write poems remember, your poetry has something special which no one can take away.
It was very hard for me growing up
As had to raise my two months old cousin.
Me! An adult at the age of six, yup.
After three years, my aunt gave birth to twins.
Then, three years more and their sister was born
To get trained after getting a degree
In the populated house, was forlorn.
Thought for a job to have my own life’s spree.
Then, the uncle and aunt died suddenly
Leaving my four cousins under my care.
And my dream to have my own died wholly
Though my head said, “No, It’s not fair, not fair”.
But my heart won over my head duly
Now the four cousins are my life only
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Based on a true story
December 8, 2014
Form: Sonnet: (Tetrameter)
Second Place Win
Counted on howmanysyllables.com (Total 140)
The moon light streaks through the clouds in magic,
A golden haired in voluptuous posture
Resting on the rock merged to the green sea,
Beckons me; bewitched I climb down to her.
In innocence I kiss the open lips,
A half fish as I see her now responds,
To shed her curse as I moan to her touch;
Changing to a maid her legs play to kick.
Clouds begin to disperse I see the smile,
Wish with my heart she be mine forever.
She pulls me into the cool calm waters,
Whirls, cradled in her arms, we dive deep below.
Body spins, lungs cry for air as I cough,
Her mouth meets to capture my breathless lips;
Life explodes I swish my tale with hers,
Swirling we surface holding each other.
By the rocks my clothes float lifeless;
Never to break the true code of silence:
Prompt:-
“The greatness of art is not to find what is common but what is unique”
- Isaac Bashevis Singer
Picture used:-
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UNDENIABLY UNIQUE
Thief, steal not the thoughts within me, but let evolve my dawn unique.
Poetry Contest Monoku 17 syllables
Sponsored by : Bobby May
Everybody cooks at their own time and temperature.
Your journey is for you, mine, uniquely, for me.
We are not 'sameness-evolved' meant to be.
We all grow our spirits separately,
so, too, our emotions and philosophies.
Uniqueness serves our soul’s artistry.
Some of us are new souls, others advanced.
Earth-mingling our unique is not circumstance.
If manifesting divine potential were a tangible,
it would be a puzzle of pieces non-sequential.
When souls combine the 'know' their lives did grow,
various, glorious soul-twinkles will truth guide us.
We are same totally loved, differently etched.
Each of us, a spiritual beacon from His Kingdom,
may, in time, entwine to design a brand new Eden.
Green is green and must be that, but blue is none the worse for it.
Your walk, your talk, the magnetism
The thoughts of you still make me smile
Your smile, still etched in my mind
Everything still there
Memories we shared
I still miss you
Still wonder
Recall
Wish
We had a common love for music
Pleasure of sharing them with you
Our favorite songs still played
The tears trickle at times
Feelings has changed
No longer sad
Happy thoughts
Cherished
Smile
My birthday’s significance changed
You took your final breath that day
It happened so suddenly
Would not alter a thing
A last smile not shared
We never kissed
Amity
Magic
Love
7th place
A JOURNEY BACK INTO TIME CONTEST
Sponsored by: LINDA MARIE
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Everybody is different,
nobody is perfect...
but that's what makes
our very existence so wonderful.
It's the little imperfections
and adorable idiosyncrasies
that truly define who we are.
Our time on Earth
is precious...
life is precious;
*you* are precious!
You're beautiful,
special, amazing and unique.
And you must never think otherwise!
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30 October 2018
Your beautiful vanity will resurrect the weak
Growing emeralds changing landscapes by the week
The pitiful old man couldn't see past obsessive bleak
His white canvas now serves to feed that which you seek
The maple fire in your eyes now flows with every creak
Oh, beautiful mother, that ice will become your creek
So long this is goodbye, this springtime will be unique
Be yourself
You are unique
No less than others
Life is always yours
You are the ultimate
You are your best friend
Feel the friendship
Others may be good
Sailing in their own boat
They do not escort till the end
Weathers change
The fall is not forever
Bloom will return
Life will blossom
There is lot more for you
Events come and go
Circumstances change
Those who lost the battle
Have ruled for centuries
Go through the history
Continue flying
Sky has many treasures
Discovery is yours
Darkness is not forever
Brightness will come
Life is like ocean waves
They strike the coast and collapse
But, rise and travel again
Know your strength
Do not abandon your pursuit
Oh for your loving caress
The longing for your gentle touch
When you're near I am so refreshed
Now that I've experienced you I long for more
Your scent is so unique
It's just right for my sensitive nose
The gentleness when you float across my skin
If I could just have you twice a day
When you're near I want to sing
You're also an eye opener
Until you came I was fooled
Now that I have you Dial I can go anywhere
Before my birth You made a glorious place in this world for me.
Keeping watch over me all the time.
Your love covers my wrong.
Cleansing me to be white as snow with the pure blood of Jesus Christ .
Your love is a shield that defends me from my enemies.
I am worthless without this precious love.
Your love is unconditional and pure .
Your love surpasses what I give to you.
A loving God.
A love so unique
You always pave ways for me when all my exits are blocked .
You still give me a loving touch even though i offend you.
Your kiss of life made me a living being.
Your sweet manna gives my spirit strength.
I always ask why you love me ?
I know I don't deserve it because I offend you multiple times.
You tell me you still love me dearly and you want me to be happy.
Your glowing smile grants me favour everywhere I go.