Best Utmost Poems
God never fails me
He loves me despite my flaws
Tonight I Thank Him
Categories:
utmost, god, love, thank you,
Form:
Haiku
When I was a child my utmost dream was to be recognized, famous.
I determined that it is rather a curse, not a joy, for it impedes freedom.
Being a hippie I relish my seclusion and communal time; I revere it.
If photographers were hopping all over my house I could not bear it.
I allowed my childhood fame dream to float casually down the brook,
Knowing that I can forever write my truth without public criticism.
I paint my canvases and keep them safely hidden from the Status No.
Weird how swiftly I put down my mantra of wanting recognition actually.
When I was about eight I had an epic dream that continued for a year.
I was rich and famous. Anyone who had a newspaper knew of me.
I had an orphanage, an animal shelter, a home for unwed mothers.
How in the world I knew about unwed mothers is nobody’s guess.
This was in the early 1960’s when no eight year old knew of them.
Yet, somehow, I did. Giving credence to reincarnation in my mind
As my mother shared nothing with us kids, not even her grocery list.
A secretive time; I could not wait to go to sleep to dream of my fame.
I added a movie theater, basketball court, playground and tennis court.
I could not wait to get to sleep, for the orphans fawned all over me.
The dogs and the cats did too for I had added a cat shelter.
When the dream stopped, I was shocked, willing it back, disappointed.
Now that I am grown I wear a mumu with paint stains on it,
I draw my pictures, paint them, dance in my garden, raise flowers,
Take care of dogs and cats, play with my ten grand children
I am never bothered by photographers or reporters I am happy to say!
Categories:
utmost, dream, self,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
If all i done was make you feel,the way that you do now
my feelings be the exact same,it`s simple this is how.
We share eachothers thoughts,and what we want to do
my sweetheart,my soulmate, this poem with love to you
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Our meeting be it fate,i express that so very strong
the escapades between the lines, i admit a little wrong.
But life has it`s ways of ironing out, all the little creases
however there maybe others,who may need to pick up the pieces.
Together everyday,and this and forever more
knowing we have have found our path,that suits us to the core.
We do so both have siblings,which have now flown nest
so i will do my utmost to give my love the best.
.
Paul Beadnall.
Sponsor Paula Swanson
Contest Name If All I Did Was Make You Feel.
8/10/11.
Categories:
utmost, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Iambic Pentameter To Utmost
So up to what now have I been leading
My brilliant poems should be reading
On you will have such a severe effect
Regardless of which one you do select.
Many of them always seem to be apropos
To what has become such a severe blow
Witch seems to amount to very much
But with reality may be out of touch.
Even if I were to both brag and boast
Poem is iambic pentameter to utmost
And will anyone you know a poem vet
Making format of it into that of a tet.
When you draw a broad, wide diameter
And prefect poem as Iambic Pentameter
What we have heard as a general rule
Of thought is usually used in each school.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
In many places where most poets live
Some thought tet may sound offensive.
Categories:
utmost, allegory, analogy, poetry,
Form:
Couplet
body's born undress
itself is the dress of soul
dress is changed in time
soul's relationship
itself with the God utmost
teaches all one by.....
Categories:
utmost, philosophy, spiritual,
Form:
Haiku
It was over in Brooklyn,
No, not a Met’s game.
God forbid that.
“The world was, it was, in some off-hand manner, never meant to go right.”
In which the first man jumped.
It was all over really,
That 12 million people were out of work,
There were already poor people,
But at this point a man could not just “Whistle off, and march on.”
Because he was in the same situation,
So he jumped too.
It was day after day,
That 12,000 people lost their jobs,
Wall Street for some was a “Fairy land to visit, but truly it was a desert to live in.”
And so the men who lost their jobs didn’t want to go home to their wives,
They didn’t want to tell them what happened,
So they jumped as well.
It was nationwide,
That 20,000 companies went bankrupt,
The banks went bankrupt,
As they trembled in their offices waiting for the inevitable.
They got tired of it, so they did anything to “Vary the detestable monotony”
A few more jumped,
A few more died,
All because the found that
“The universe makes a rather indifferent parent at times.”
Categories:
utmost, death, depression, school, universe,
Form:
A hollow space IT was
Out of compassion HE came
Using magic surpassing ages
Spoken words the magic was
Hollow space turned to Eden
Now behold art, yet discovered
Dust and ashes it was
Out of love he made
Using magic undiscovered
To create keepers in his image
To guide his Eden, beautiful garden
Giving them dominion over his art
For he has the magic undiscovered
Ashes made flesh he needed not
Here we are, keepers turned rogues
Even as that, he still choose us
Behold love yet to be learn
Categories:
utmost, faith, life, love, love,
Form:
ABC
9/28/21
It's been tough and humbling
Just the truth, not a dark picture that I'm coloring
People coming up to me
With a look that is puzzling
Telling me how my words have been troubling
I said, "Do you have any idea of how much I've been struggling?"
All this damn alcohol I continue guzzling
The drugs and alcohol help temporarily, but I'm still suffering
Out in the country where the connection keeps buffering
All this dirt I continue shoveling
Amid any weather, even when thundering
As I continue wondering
All this ground I keep covering
Meanwhile overhead other lifeforms are hovering
Never lived a life of luxury
For a long time, been in the Coventry
Just trying to live sucker-free
Ain't got the time for f***ery
And puppetry
Never treating people like they're 'under me'
The first step for me is recovery
At times, excuse my honest vulgarity
I need to step my game up, I don't need therapy
Another's misfortune and in it others find hilarity
Well
It's towards heaven or hell
In the end I don't think there'll be any stairs for me
Only one way to find out apparently
As I travel in the dark or with a lamp fueled by kerosene
Amidst particles that contaminate the very air we breathe
My actions and words are of the utmost sincerity
I'm an oddity and a rarity
That is not infatuated with wealth and popularity
Becoming a singularity
From finding clarity
All the while working toward prosperity
Ever since the situation reached severity
In a world full of barbarity
I'm finding it harder to relate, it's having little familiarity
Categories:
utmost, dark, deep, life, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Remember Newton's Third Law
Forces result from interactions
Are equal and opposite
Wow
A lovely definition to remember
I hope that
My love to my hubby is repaid
My love to my children are repaid
My love to the others is valued
My love to God is utmost and eternal
With the encouragement of
Newton's Third Law
Let's give before we take
Categories:
utmost, devotion, faith, god, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Live life to the fullest!
Let your cup runneth over!
Everytime I try to live life to the fullest,
I get so thirsty I drink from my cup.
It never seems to get full enough to runneth over.
Do I HAVE to achieve both?
Categories:
utmost, funny, life,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Is it hearty to eager gaze at him with fond hope?
As the latter view with life borne, in gradual slope.
A high-flying plane to God's never-ending city.
But picking dreadful death isn't offered entirely.
Endwise, I'll once again aim to relish a joyful life.
A cheerful get-together for all who have left strife.
No also poignant anguish, torment, or intricacy.
Since I merely bear all lack, will not require any.
In eternal Heaven, God will reward and soothe me.
As we promptly proceed on a never-ending journey.
With ample time, we'll be heeded as utterly were.
To sustain in perpetuity with my brood there.
As I anxiously exit from this premonition planet,
At the point when I enter Heaven's greatness exquisite.
Nudging me will reliably provide no justifiable excuse.
In regards to this loathsome and impure recluse.
Written: November 21, 2021
Categories:
utmost, analogy, beauty, destiny, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
If utmost and final truth of life is realized with wisdom, nothing is left to be realized for life
Categories:
utmost, introspection, life,
Form:
Monoku
The god of this world is not wholly
Wholly good or wholly evil.
He does his best to avoid extremes.
With his cornucopia he feeds the paying multitudes
While the rest discreetly hunger. He nourishes,
Admixing with good food insignificant,
that is – as far as we can tell - insignificant
Doses of toxin. We must say grace mindful
That slightly poisoned food is better than none, and
“In the long run,” as one archdeacon of economics said:
“Who cares,?“ We’ll all be dead.”
Progress was not made for man, but man
Was made to serve progress. “What progress?” you ask.
Ah, the answer to that is far, far, above us,
Filed away on the fiftieth storey.
By the way, don’t get too worried
about that radio active leak!
An expert has assured us we need expect
Only a couple of extra cancer cases at most.
And besides, don’t rock the boat
No, the god of this world is not holy.
Period.
Categories:
utmost, cancer, environment, food, political,
Form:
Blank verse
You want me to think simple,
In a simple and fun-loving way
Often I heard your voice in the other room
The laughter of kids, giggling along
Often I force myself
To try to think in a fun-loving way
I could not.
Growing up gets in and lets in
In a somewhat tragic way.
I see laughter, beauty, and simplicity of little ones
And I see you, laughing and growing old day by day.
I bid my simplicity farewell, there.
And simplicity is sometimes a dormant form
Of the absence of thinking or bypassing too much.
We approached the bridge, and the rest is the call of time.
The utmost drug of life is appreciation , after all.
Categories:
utmost, simple,
Form:
Free verse
I have a confession to make. I’m a trust fund baby
and a member of the educated Elite.
In my defense, I'm a newcomer in both categories.
I got my trust fund at 18 and graduated Yale University this year.
I was a double major, at university, in biochemistry and celibacy,
until as a sophomore, I met this tall, handsome, awkward, disheveled, physicist in a coffee shop and knavishly schemed my way into his life.
(He insists that he knavishly schemed his way into my life.)
Let’s get poetic-ish..
I said,
“Let’s start a flirtationship
abstract, immaterial and fun.
We have a little chemistry - an interesting.. tension.
Could we just have an involvement and not read into it?
Something friction free, hands free, germ free, and guilt free?
Let's get a pizza, don't worry, I'm paying.”
Of course, that was a lie.
I had designs, I wanted him in the utmost
and honestly, when do I not get what I want?
"I was by far the knavishist." I admitted.
"Then you don't know knavishEST.," he responded, shaking his head 'no'.
.
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songs for this:
Honeypie by JAWNY
Really Saying Something by Bananarama & Fun Boy Three
Categories:
utmost, baby, boyfriend, humor,
Form:
Free verse