Best Uniqueness Poems
If my mind be painted in colors borrowed, would it be red?
Rusted in brown, or maybe instead, an indigo streak?
Depending upon the source of inspiration,
and the song on the radio at the time of connection...
I keep coming back to sea green,
or the blue of underwater murals at 3ft tall of childhood,
eyes wide in fickle, transient hazel
absorbing each moment, be it safe or unstable
categorizing each scent and each color
each love and each valor
each crisp Autumn, Summer
in vats of brain paint to be later unlidded
and splashed with insignias
of every person and place and event
that ever touched corneas innocent, bent
on absorption.
If my mind be painted, I think it be green
like the moment I'm lucid before I dip dreams
and hang them to dry in the gallery
"Mind's Eye"
and push to wake up to connect, signify
every sensory path that I've traveled before
to traipse them again and still come back for more.
I'm a stickler for art and with your canvas blank
my sweet innocent dear, with each word that you hear
you will brush stroke your way to uniqueness.
she was a mess
people were scared
of uniqueness
she did not care
lived by her heart
knew herself well
people jumped back
friends delighted
family annoyed
followed her rules
lived her own dreams
happy magnet
Just Me: Part 1
I am just me.
That's all I am.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
I am me!
Edited: 01/09/2023, 7:40 AM (EST)
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.
i am so special
i am so special
i am a winner
not a loser
a conqueror, born to conquer
from zero, to a hero
from nothing, to something
nobody, to somebody
from grass, to grace
came out of darkness
to show my ways
my God created me special
i am so special
heavenly king, i will reign
power over sorrow
and from pain
good in name
and of fame
good in spirit
and in mind
one of it kind
you will never, ever find
i am so special
so so special
Expressing your individuality and uniqueness
It's strange to me, how people express their individuality and uniqueness by copying other people!
John Derek Hamilton
July 27,2016
The uniqueness of nature
Sometimes calm so much clear
With the wind to flow
With the fragrance of flowers.
Nature brings happiness
For living beings
From every corner, it begins
The beauty of uniqueness.
To praise nature is necessary
For us it makes sovereignty
Of beauty for the world to create
Natural mystic lovely space.
Rohan Dhabade
Revive forth own verve
By stating your swerve
Extolled
Height of straight, deserve
You thrive and observe
Withhold
From the maelstrom, serve
This wicked world's nerve
Remold
Show the strength you hold
Your wings just unfold
God cheers
Fawning dazzling cold
Peace and faith are gold
Calm fears
We are soft-built mold
Bleak tales will be told
Shed tears
Thwart faults from past years
When gray face appears
Conserve
Trawl wise warn from seers
Gold rings in your ears.
Subserve
Life, precious gift dears
From bright life, mind peers
Preserve
Written: March 16, 2023
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Write Me a Virelai Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
In the twinkle of an eye, time wanders
With past memories of awesome delight
When fun buries all hassles mind ponders
To ease pressure on heart's peace filming plight
Live to prosper in all your endeavours
To be at peace with everyone else grace
Getting doors opened with various levers
While growing muscles to cover up trace
I pray your long days destined be lengthen
I pray you live the best to wish for such
In another life if grace been strengthen
Such is an awesome heavenly great touch
That last through laughter cum fun-filled moment
Birthday references in cool merriment
Ebony skin, tendered beauty that's how she made her mark.
The beauty of her woolen hair, scented with the soft drizzle of jasmine blooms and baobab oil.
Lips so thick, tepid and deceiving.
Beauty is not known till you see her.
God must be in love the day he made her,
She's blessed with crown of beads,
She's blessed with a doek that's wrapped with pride and dignity,
Her narrow tempting eyes sliding from side-side,
,Her skin is dark and sleek as the sky.
African women that's what she is!!
The beauty of mama Africa,
Her strength found within her chest ,
Her curves births attention,
Her wafting movements are tested by all eyes
Her skin could bring the tattoos of african nature.
she's an African flower.
She's god's gift to Earth,
She's everyman's dream,..she,
She carries the future of Africans in her womb,
She's a woman with no fear,
She's a woman of no other form, she....,
She is An Africa Strong Woman.
He was here,
for an eternity.
Then gone,
in the blink of an eye.
Who was he?
Did we really know?
What a waste,
not to experience,
the uniqueness of a man,
his heart, his soul, his dreams.
In
My
Country
There are ten
Million blue T-shirts
Saying, "Dare To Be Different"
Darkness and self-awareness drive me chaste.
But it has naught on musings upon life's haste.
I'm in abeyance due to the wrinkles in the mirror.
Once I grow anile, I ache to be born as a hearer.
Silently trusting oneself to physical reality
It built me as a kaleidoscope to raise my vitality.
A hidden gem, pent entirely for my own whole.
A sketch viewed my dough, strength, ego, and soul.
I oft dread resting in my comfortable bed.
Why am I here while everyone else is not?
They received a deadly blow to the head.
With it all, I reside in this abandoned lot.
A smudged mirror hinders the sight of beauty.
The essence of a sparkling heart is its depth.
Ripples absorb love as raging wells of duty.
Break the mirror; pledge never to split breadth.
Our spirits urge us to once draw and push away.
We love and hate our bodies at the same time.
What should we do now that we've gone astray?
Let's release our suffering and rotten grime.
Overloaded with innumerable happenings,
gas explosions, abrupt crashes, and illness
On a thawed pond raft, were careless things.
flailing in pain, a chary swimmer, and weakness.
Experiments outside of one's own body
What impact will individuals undergo?
Have they overdone it and stayed shoddy?
Is it terrifying to flinch back from a blow?
It was poised, hazy green, and serene.
having a wonderful feeling of calmness.
Slowly approaching the slope, blaze between.
Grasping the chest, unable to remain or lean.
Don't send me back to life; I'm begging you.
I sobbed and felt pain before calming down.
I'm back in my body and have lost my peace too.
I am alive now; one day heaven will be my town.
Written: March 2023
Break the mirror Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
The broader effort you put in, the better rewarding the situation.
Never lose sight of your uniqueness; you're the exception.
Breakaway from the classical norm evolves the portrait.
Being authentic to yourself is critical; you're straight.
If you are fearful of taking risks, you will never succeed.
To put it mildly, this is a fantastic surprise, a great creed.
There was a surge of action after mastery of Pinnacle.
The dread of losing harmony made all tremble.
Never allow others to shape your soul into their psyche.
It's ideal to leave than adapt to natters' harmful sticky.
First Place Contest Winner
Written: July 7, 2021
A Brian Strand July 13 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
I’m not for every eye to see,
a quiet truth that lives in me.
Steady in heart, grounded and whole,
I guard the light within my soul.
I may not bend to each demand;
my roots hold firm where I stand.
Through scars and stumbles, I claim the road,
guided by courage to bear the load.
If I don’t fit the world’s tight mold,
I’ll shape my life with hands untold,
for I’m not bound to every frame,
and what I am won’t fear the flame.