Best Unmistakably Poems
Alliteration always awesome
Ballad beyond barnyard basics
Crystalline calls careful consonants,
Diamante delivers deeply
Enthusiasm excites eager ears,
Fanciful frolicking faerie
Generously gives grateful glee
Hyping haiku to heavenly heights,
Imagery and imagination
Jubilantly jumping joyfully,
Kimo kindles king-sized kingpin,
Lamenting the lily-livered lunacy
Momentous muse modulates melody,
Necromancer normalizes Neverland,
Opulent Opalescent orchestras opt
To pollute poetry previously pristine.
Quixotic quorum of questioners
Respond and recover rhymes rapidly
Serendipitous sentimentality
Turns timely tanka traitorously toward
Unmistakably understated Uranus,
Vindicating verses vilifying Vashti.
Whacking wannish warblers west,
‘Xaggerating ‘Xtemperaneous X’tra special poems
Yet yielding a yeomanly yearning toward
A zealous zany zingaroo of zest.
Categories:
unmistakably, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Alliteration
Before I knew the day, the time
He’d die,
I came home to him,
My little smile, knowing he’d
Be there, he was always there
Always aware I was his
Defender, his reminder that
Some of us were willing to believe
In his war with intruders
Intruders who were often invisible
Yet, unmistakably real
Like the thunder he accepted
With trembling heart, fear concentrated
It seemed almost a tangible thing,
Even as he squirmed from the peace
Of my arms, where there was
More love that a heart can bear,
Love rushing to his rescue,
When life didn’t seem to care
He knew me when I smiled and
When I cried, saw the darkness
Bipolar draws over the mind,
The soul, and the gentle that a prayer leaves
Behind, he knew me like I know
He would have died to protect me
From the pain of his passing
A pain that embraced me with lasting
Grief, permanent memories
A yearning for the four soft paws,
The echo of howls, the affectionate
Licking, gentling even the worst of doubts
With assurance that love is always
The way to bring music out of the clouds,
Poetry out of the whines,
Breathing hope into the moment
Just before yesterday becomes the memory
That silences the dark
Whispering joy to the heart
Who evokes – his little expression
When stroking him restored some semblance
Of the grace that has always shown me
The truth in his eyes, warm and caring,
Glowing with affection that comes to life
In those whose destiny is service
To those of us who hear the song they sing
Before their hearts grow wings!
Categories:
unmistakably, animal, dog, friend, heartbreak,
Form:
Free verse
I've courted luck, in countless ways
Against the ragged judgments and self-umbrage
I still draw breath, and the mirror has been charitable
Most I meet deem me forty, (I don't challenge)
My visage betrays very little of the darkness and damage within
Oh, it will one day chase me down, no doubt soon enough
But I feign my teens in bearing also, and perhaps 'tis a lack of maturity
I make no false assumptions of grandeur or wisdom
My child's heart thrives and bounds, a lad seeking truths yet proven
It yearns, still, for a soft meadow's callow passions
Or the blossom beams of a summer moon, daubing sweet skin
I hold no kinship to middle-age or frosted brows
'Tis a young man's mad marrow that moves my flesh
The ambitious vigor of a yearning heart that thrums my chest
There is NOTHING of my age but the years themselves
And the altered perspective of being nearer dusk than dawn
My eyes look abaft now more than onward, I must concede that
And all the myriad priorities of gain and dream and want
Have dissolved into the one meaningful prerogative of life itself
The only TRUE worthwhile endeavor that should be the foundation
The solid base that we learn and treasure and build upon from childhood
The ONLY thing that I've come, through all these years
Through all these countless lessons and struggles, to care about ...
That is, quite simply and purely and unmistakably, LOVE.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "A Contest On Aging" Poetry Contest, Emile Pinet, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
unmistakably, age, growth, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
SUNRISE
I rise from bed and open the window.
Stars of Cassiopeia and small aurora are still visible;
Venus hangs like a lantern in the eastern firmament -
Goddess unmistakably beautiful and strong,
Dominating the dark velvet void.
Dawn is a yet unborn child following the black drama of night.
In the uncertain hour before dawn,
In the twilight zone of heaven’s half-light,
Dawn seems fragile and may never succeed - still
A young half-awake day is turning back the dim
Dark cloths of night in a timorous start,
While I light my flickering candle.
Candle shadows on my wall : myth and reality changing constantly.
The pressing sun rounds the curve of the horizon :
The vault turns to dappled lighter shades of pastel.
I finish shaving and wash away the soap and the sleep.
Steady air not yet heated and land is black,
Silhouetted under the fragile heliotrope veil,
Ever-changing, embroidered
With golden and silver light across the azure blue.
As I put on coat and step out into the day
The sun peers cautiously at me over the whitewashed wall.
Out of the blue, dabs of sun tip the mountain peaks and spread down.
The warmth starts to drive away small clouds
Lit underneath with their glowing gold edges.
The empty empyrean floods with gold, becomes alive and certain.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
( Date of posting 24 April 2011 )
For Chris D. Aechtner's Contest "Your Recent Precious Gem"
Categories:
unmistakably, naturelight, light, sun,
Form:
Free verse
If only alluring butterflies led me the right way,
If only ravishing flowers showed me the idyllic path,
If I fathomed what the blinking stars were trying to tell me,
I would come back to you in an instant!
May be you were immersed in thoughts of a meandering journey,
Perhaps you sent your adoring messages
with silvery clouds which floated away.
I would not be hindered by any obstacles, believe me, my love,
I would find my path to you!
Sometimes life is menacingly gloomy,
dark clouds cover the unilluminated sky,
Sometimes it rains relentlessly,
Oh my beloved, trust me, trust my unwavering love,
I would not lose my way even in the fiercest of darkness,
My path would not drift away from yours,
I would unmistakably return to you,
If Only.....
February 12, 2022
Edited and Reposted From My Poem " If Only” - Written For “If Only, May Be, Sometimes" Poetry Contest - 2020 (Sponsor: Silent One)
Photo 1 Reference: Story of Radha and Krishna is the most famous love-story in Hindu Mythology. While writing this poem, the story of their eternal love and devotion inspired me.
Categories:
unmistakably, longing, love,
Form:
Free verse
Her personality blooms like a daisy.
The peace and prosperity her presence brings.
The warm feeling of love people have for her.
Her voice is recognizable.
She cannot be replaced.
She is a caregiver.
A mother.
My mom.
My mother may not like to cook.
She may not like to shop.
She may not be like a lot of moms,
But she is my mom.
My only mom.
She is unmistakably the best mom.
Do not be offended,
This is my personal opinion.
But yes,
She is the best.
Mothers are kind,
Mothers are sweet.
Mothers guide us in everyday life.
Mothers are there to give help and advice.
My mother.
Ode to my mother.
For all the hard work you do,
To keep me alive,
Healthy,
And most of all,
Happy.
Thanks mom!
Categories:
unmistakably, familymay,
Form:
Free verse
If only alluring butterflies led me the right way,
If only ravishing flowers showed me the idyllic path,
If I fathomed what the blinking stars were trying to tell me,
If there were not many uneven pebbles in the meandering stream
I was following,
I would come back to you in an instant!
May be you were immersed in puzzling thoughts of uncertainty,
May be you were worried I would be lost in complex maze of the world,
Perhaps you sent your adoring messages with silvery clouds which floated away.
I would not be hindered by any daunting hurdles, believe me, my love,
I would find my path to you!
Sometimes life is menacingly gloomy,
dark clouds cover the unilluminated sky,
Sometimes it rains relentlessly,
our eyes indistinctly mystified.
Oh my beloved, trust me, trust my unwavering love,
I would not lose my way even in the fiercest of darkness,
My path would not drift away from yours,
I would unmistakably return to you.
August 3, 2020
Second Place
"IF ONLY, MAY BE, SOMETIMES" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Brian Strand - 1071 - Poetry Contest
FIRST PLACE
February 12, 2022
Photo 1 Reference: Story of Radha and Krishna is the most famous love-story in Hindu Mythology.
Categories:
unmistakably, devotion, love,
Form:
Free verse
her eyes
were
seafoam green
they pierced
the night
in one
fell swoop
their glare
left folk
speechless
a feline grace
like no other
haunting
unmistakably
unforgettable
and like the wind
...just vanished
in the moonlight
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
posted on June 10, 2019
Categories:
unmistakably, dark, memory, moon, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
My motherland, the land of four colors, the land of sweetness
As is described by its rich history, filled with wars and battles
United it stands today, giving freedom to each and every son of its soil
Revered as the land of the sun, sea and sand, the beaches, the golden skin
It is where was found the lost Dodo, killed till its last by those hungry colonizers
The land where I took birth, the land I admire, the land away from which I shall not survive
Imagination pours strongly in every corner of this island, be it in songs or in poetry
Unmistakably the jewel of all the Indian Ocean
Sweet is its fragrance, sweet is its beauty, my homeland it is!
A small retreat surrounded by the blue lagoon
Loved by all those who upon seeing its nature, do swoon!
Categories:
unmistakably, africa, nature, ocean,
Form:
Acrostic
Autumn brings leaves in multifarious hues,
Time's flow quickly readies us for winter's blow.
Fun days on our patios will soon turn to blues,
As it takes its leisure neath a blanket of snow.
The Sycamores have shed like some molting dog,
And each Crape Myrtle is dressed a yellowish red.
The huge Hackberry resembles an old upright log,
Now, too soon our days may be filled with dread.
The Hibiscuses are a gathering of pithy stalks,
Where once dinner plate size red flowers hung.
Now no cars come, stop and give strange gawks,
But things will be normal once spring has sprung.
Fallen leaves unmistakably are whispering to me,
Dancing at my feet they swirl along the ground.
As if they can't decide where they're supposed to be,
Each movement choreographed to whispering sound.
Categories:
unmistakably, nature, seasons,
Form:
Lyric
Underground French café
Sun has gone astray,
Gone home for the night,
I sit in dim half-light
Seated alone in my booth
Feel calm, distant, aloof
Cool breeze coming from
The creaky door at the front
Live jazz, delicately playing
In the background, I’m swaying
Laid back, to the beat
The hi-hat moves my feet
The snare and the kick
Compel my fingers to click
Index digit taps on my table
Only here is where I’m stable
Amongst all the others
Alone, like me, not bothered
Atmospheric transition,
Here I am free, before in work-prison
Stuck in the daily grind
Working the dreaded nine to five
It tries to steal my mind
Sucks away my precious Jazz time
Misty room; smoky and sensual
My time, Jazz is my cherished jewel
Oozing class, style and flair;
Sophisticated; naturally debonair
That cannot be imitated
Its natural, not replicated
It’s Jazz, ‘Hmmmm’, I relax
I sit back,
“Chillax”
Waitress strolls by, I sip my drink,
Feet up, no one cares, at least I think
Sultry singer takes to the stage
I smile and lean back, an audience awaits
Blissful sounds escape her lips
I hear the purest Jazz you could ever wish
I close my eyes, and think of the notes
Hear the song this singer conceived and wrote
The Jazz dream; she unmistakably has captured it,
The song she sings,
Well, you’ve just read it….
The Jazz Dream….
Categories:
unmistakably, life, music, people, places,
Form:
Rhyme
"Gold Bitten"
delinquent minds
call the creative in
gold bitten terror bites
he thinks he’s a poet
she thinks of other things
not so equivalent
she thinks she’s a brevity
he believes he’s a harlequin
the point mute and hammered in
golden words delivered
shining against the banished burnished
flowing in the unleashed freedom
up from the depths
some kind of risen,
coldly removed, poetically bitten
unmistakably
apples rolled, stark competition
outrun, yet golden
monster
loved, and
monster driven
where did you come from beautiful?
the question derisive, velvet tones,
moss hidden
From the depths of it all,
she responds,
from the dead, risen
(LadyLabyrinth/2023)
terabyte.
"The prefix tera is derived from the Greek word for monster"...
brevity.
harlequin.
apples. ;)
Categories:
unmistakably, muse,
Form:
Narrative
YOU ...
small, furry,
soft, warm, joyful,
sweet little creature,
came to me in a shadow ...
a time when my heart ran cold,
kicked far down the road by sorrow,
and lost as any hobo without a compass.
I had given hopes and dreams their pink slips ...
shown their sorry, deceitful little selves the door,
and told them where to put their accursed optimism.
Then YOU ...
you who had
been so neglected
and abused by others
of my race, others who had
seen kittens as something less
than themselves ... something for
their twisted amusement ... something
meant for the focus of their ire and hatred
and evil intent ... something at the mercy of the
dominion granted them by their so-called "acumen" ...
YOU, Sugar ...
had come with
such a simple name,
a name I had every intent
of changing to something far
more artistic, or worldly, or cute,
or extravagant, and yet as the time
passed those first days with me, as you
worked your gentle, loving, tender, amiable,
precious, good-natured way deep into my heart,
it was more-and-more evident that whoever had given
YOU your moniker,
had somehow, through
their sinister intent, STILL
been unmistakably affected
by your pure and precious spirit,
and had out-done my best intentions
and wholly self-lauded creativity, (as well
as trumped my attempts to attach a name to
you that others would feel obligated to soak with
feigned praise), by giving you a sweet epithet which,
in its absolute simplicity and virtue, was nothing less than
PERFECT.
YOU, my sweet
little Sugar, abide
the very essence of
your name, and you have
not only sweetened my days
beyond measure, but have saved
my life in ways that I'll never be able to
impart you. Who knew that the dark clouds
of my heart would be rent by such a fuzzy little
face of sunshine - that all I needed was a little bit of
YOU.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "My Companion And Close Friend That Never Complains" Poetry Contest, Eve Roper, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 5th Place ~ in the "Just A Little Bit Of Sugar Poetry Contest", Debbie Guzzi, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
unmistakably, animal, cat, cute, love,
Form:
Shape
The-lit-wick-burnt-quick
I am the dipped stick
People are always referencing to
For two reasons:
One, is that I held on too long
Two, is because all but two fingers are gone
Lets look on the bright side, shall we...
I was a beautiful explosion!
A vibrant bouquet
Of summer flowers in bloom
Emanating from my hand
In offering to the night sky
There was an orange so serene
It could make the setting sun cry
At least I lost my pinky finger
And not my right eye
The potassium and iron oxide
That filled the firecracker's column
Made brilliant scores of violet and red
As visions of pyrotechnical plum ferries danced in my head
There was also a yellow that looked as if it escaped from dreams
Like a day lily in the morning that just busted its seams
This can be attributed to the explosive levels, of sodium
Which may of in turn resulted, with the loss of my thumb
Iron was unmistakably there creating a pure gold
The color of the ring a lost extremity used to hold
Copper sulfate was present creating the truest of blue
Five digits once stood where now there is two
Titanium, aluminum, or magnesium powders
Gave the finish a hurtful bright white
I may be giving a peace sign
But everything is not alright
6/9/16 - real late at night
Categories:
unmistakably, angst, color, firework, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
By Elton Camp
Of Ebola, sensible persons are scared
There was time in the US to be prepared
For decades the virus has been known
How to control has clearly been shown
Working in a crude Liberian tent
Doctors are found reasonably content
When, to safety, strict attention is paid
Ebola virus disease is rarely conveyed
Growing numbers in Africa dead
Showed Ebola continued to spread
Nobody could sensibly think anymore
The virus wouldn’t reach the US shore
The threat the CDC should understand
See that needed supplies were on hand
Issue guidelines unmistakably clear
Make certain that all hospitals hear
Then, before it was too late
Training sessions mandate
Be certain nurses knew what to do
A virus, to them, deadly and new
Rather, in the manner of stooges three
Their ineptitude all could plainly see
An apology is far from enough
For failing in such basic stuff
Categories:
unmistakably, angst,
Form:
Rhyme