Best Venerating Poems
Tiptoeing fond emotions how playfully you tease
Titillating seductively my memories to appease
Springs that once blossomed passionate appeal
When indulgent eyes met contours of your zeal
Tantalizing tenor of love quixotic rhythms reveal.
I hear those melodies, romantic heartbeats revive,
Pulsing strings of heart on its tempo they thrive
Promising forgotten vibes, fervid past is still alive
When gently you arrive awakening frozen dreams
Delighting love-beats, crooning amorous themes.
You sense as I do, why unsated feelings still woo,
Why the un-bloomed seasons are trying to renew
Autumns full of gilded hues you once withdrew
Disheartening two ardent souls beholden and true;
As love now rustles anew, what am I to construe?
Oh! how ebulliently you bloomed in our first kiss
When blazing impulses tolled moments of bliss,
I recognize those footprints as delicately you spree
In courtyard of longings, venerating you and me,
As whispers of intimacy implore in euphoric plea.
July 18, 2021
Poem of the day on July 19, 2021
Placed 1st: A Brian Strand Rhymed Contest
Categories:
venerating, emotions, longing, love,
Form:
Rhyme
You feel your body falling in blackness.
You snatch your shoulder to the right.
The nausea stops.
The bottomless pit is hell.
Do not enter the midnight.
Up in the window, stands a coyote.
His teeth are bared in detestation.
He howls his satanic verses.
Abomination is his curse.
Do not confront this animal.
Life fades.
Humankind is mentally dead.
They have goaded the animals with the splicing of human brain.
A dog walks with the persona of man.
Do not speak to him.
In the hollow of a tree with leaves as a covering, lies a wolf.
Her teeth are gleaming as she slyly looks.
She stands and yowls her satanic verses.
Atrocity is her hatred.
Do not attack.
Run as fast as you can.
Satan is on a journey to win.
Shout for the Holy Spirit to enter.
Abhor venerating the regards of our creator.
Do this to be save.
Satanic verses you hear in the howls and yowls of the pacts.
They speak in tongue about your nicks and knacks.
Purloins humankind has become by affronting the world the omnipotent formed.
The great divided is no more.
Satanic verses are the faunas’ voices.
Beware the midnight!
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Penned on May 27, 2014!|
Categories:
venerating, america, anger, angst, animal,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
I got arrested!... further developments await...
By gravity said law
linkedin with physics
stating that a body at rest
will remain thus unless otherwise
acted upon by an external force,
hence I cannot wrest motion
from inert human matter
regarding nearly lifeless entity
concerning how aye barely breathe
heavily weighed down
with lugubriousness easily crushing
this seventy two inch
rusty, cowardly, creaky...
complex corporeal edifice,
thus resigning myself
watching flight of bumblebee
hopscotching from one
clover plant to another
wondrous winged warrior
unphased by human "rat race"
higglety pigglety,
pell mell, helter skelter,
how grand living off the grid
venerating native flora and fauna
simply engrossed with daily tasks
solely attending
basic inalienable rights
life, liberty, pursuit of happiness
keeping stereotypical roles intact
males species pact schedule
hunting in tandem
with brotherly comrades
females tending hearth and home
tendering, safeguarding, nesting...
homeschooling offspring
supervising fledgling,
the latter gingerly venturing
tentatively into parts unknown
unfamiliar territory brimming
trained instincts detect danger,
nonetheless plod along
blueprinted genetically
inherent migratory paths
guides where uncertainty looms
within wide whirring web
invoking, feigning camouflage,
or mimicking ("FAKE")
simulating another organism.
Categories:
venerating, confidence, conflict, cry, endurance,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Oh! how gems sparkle from glinted morning dew
Wooing your view, amber rays peeking through,
Enamoring jubilation as missives of love I renew
On halo of golden sun inscribing ovations anew
Blushing purple hues, scintillating skyline blue,
Venerating day precious~ my stellar gift for you.
Arrayed in crystal vase are red-roses you adore
Where silken petals gleam, evoking springs of yore,
In bouquet of our memories exulting evermore,
For you are the love-blossoms my passions implore
Titillating heart today, tomorrow, and forever;
Answering my prayer, you’re life’s holy endeavor.
Birds gently awakened you strumming your song
As cadence of my soul, extolling you sings along,
For endearing is the appeal buoyant on your zeal
Soothing me in your bliss, forlorn tears you heal,
My cheerful theme you are, deity of eternal glee,
You are my voice of poetry, exhilarating as can be.
Fabulously shines your smile on splendor of today
As dreams satiated replay waltzing rhythms of ballet
When lyrical praises of lifelong allegiances convey:
You are the guitar my heartbeats ceaselessly play,
You are the harmonics, tunes of symphonies sway
In chorus of heart’s music celebrating your birthday.
September 4, 2021
Poem of the day on September 6, 2021
Placed 3rd: Premium contest--A poem to your spouse
Sponsor: Funom Makama
Categories:
venerating, birthday, celebration, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Honour
Bravery Gallantry
Venerating Glorifying Respecting
Soldier Warrior Conscie Coward
Panicking Daunting Alarming
Defeated Vanquished
Dishonour.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Categories:
venerating, war,
Form:
Diamante
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Embellishing the psyche's shrewdest notions, venerating
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Written: August 29, 2022
Poetry Soup Beyond Its Name Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
Categories:
venerating, analogy, appreciation, poetry,
Form:
Name
Framed by moonlight,
Neither sunlit consciousness nor death's aegis,
Will come between our union tonight,
For I can no longer deny myself the happiness they promise,
Every creak in the floorboard and fluttering of my heart is talking,
Urging me to become the prince of her story,
The future they've envisioned for us seems like a fantasy,
A sleeping damsel in distress calling for a knight in shining armor to defeat the societal dragon,
And exchange an eternal vow through one swift motion,
Life after death wrapped in each other's arms,
Devoid of doubt or personal persecution I leave the door ajar,
Allowing the night sky to be our chapel and the stars our ladies in waiting,
The moon illuminating your mattress altar in a white crystal morning,
I stand behind your headboard,
Too far away to kiss but close enough to touch,
Venerating your resting form that I for so long have secretly adored,
Stricken by your dormant beauty I use your pillow as a crutch,
To gaze longingly at your chest as I lay a single rose,
Commemorating our transition out of life's comatose,
Our bodies a mere breath away from coexistence,
The night breeze envelops my senses with your intoxicating fragrance,
Leaving my arm weak and trembling as I raise my knife,
Surrendering to our last moments of mortality I crane my neck to give a final goodbye,
Your terminal expression captured in my knife's reflection,
I plunge the knife into my chest embracing their postmortem romance doctrine,
And without volumes of poetry nor gifts of gold and ivory,
I inter our wedding in your bedroom cemetery,
Our chests adorned with matching wounds,
Only a few moments left before my dream comes true,
So for the first time I hold your hand,
I sever it, sewing it to my chest as a macarbre wedding band,
Christening our matrimony between corpse and man,
A loving bond the world cannot understand,
Never again will I be alone,
Nor will she need a tombstone.
Categories:
venerating, girl, inspiration, love, love
Form:
Rhyme
Thee United States bedrock foundation
built upon premises sans,
Greco-Roman template,
whence freedoms as liberty,
life, and pursuit of happiness
revered as constituent concepts,
precepts, and tenets,
within which complex edifice
(unique to these United States),
which metaphorical palimpsest blueprint
analogously enshrine
(akin to interlocking mortise and tenon)
quintessential sacred scores
constituting, fortifying,
idealizing Magnum Opus
allowing, enabling and providing
nebulous yet magnetic gestalt
cuddled ,culled, and curried
from the crucible
whereat whirled wide web
witnessed Weltanschauung
woven weft and warp wrought,
awakening whispers down alley oop
see daisy budding attempts
at abstract applications
(while Atlas Shrugged)
eventually ancient begone civilizations
bequeathed domain fundamentals heralding
a brave new world
where enterprising anonymous minds
wrought principles preserved
jarring “invisible hand”
predominantly writing writs
rendering realistic aspirations
roiling with fits and starts
*****Sapiens ambitious modus operandi,
asper systematized (albeit)
unrecognizable crude
bare drafts, barley experimenting flavor
hop ping tum malt ensues
jamming, kickstarting, livingsocial
perfecting quintessential salient rubric
training cognizance with deliberation
fostering general heuristic trial and error
limning knowledge upon primate tree
rooted tracts venerating wide-eyed
yoking zealous basis daring fanciful flights
germinating human insight kraaling management
of fledgling political organization
pollinating fecund minds hankering
toward conceptualizing justice.
Categories:
venerating, allegory, allusion, america, creation,
Form:
Lyric
(This piece is dedicated to those innocent youths gunned down inside institutes of learning, by guns improperly regulated, and utilized by cold, heartless entities who committed these crimes without an iota of guilt or remorse. It is also a bold criticism to those lawmakers who are just as frigid and have done nothing about it and are more concerned about political contributions going to their coffers).
Clarity Of Purpose
Adolescents prodding elders for elucidations responded to evasively
Probing Machiavellian faces heralding scathing biases superciliously
Hindered and challenged fiercely resisting like the endangered tiger
Opposing mortal greed searching for answers revitalizing will power
Bullets impale youths with weapons running rampant on the streets
Second amendment used as shield whilst corpses bloodstain sheets
Talking heads blatantly blamed mental disorder as the sole offender
While the fragmented system of law abandons to uphold a defender
Mired in the abyss of ambiguity noble objectives negates doomsday
Induced by human instincts defying monsters lurking along the way
The mind ponders are they worth venerating if they conceal disgust
Clarity of purpose stained with wicked machination morph into dust
Written:
02-05-2018
Galveston Cruise Terminal
Texas, USA
Categories:
venerating, dedication,
Form:
Rhyme
Quote"A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked". Bernard Meltzer
Her gaze was distorted beyond recall.
Looking at me twice and venerating all.
The two of us in tandem fascinate me.
Whose life was broken, many days to glee?
Light travels through cracks in the glass,
Amidst shards of her, thrown on the grass.
Using golden glue to restore crank pottery,
Rules used to foster mayhem and slobbery
The girl in the crystal appears to be broken,
Sharp wounds full of light and left unspoken.
Once she reaches fullness, she is complete,
Even if it fit her head, wouldn't cover her feet.
Light breeze in when spirits burst woven,
Aspires for dark healing, sets heart in motion.
When we sieve to embrace light and love,
Let the blissful benison of God deign from above.
Written: March 05, 2023
Cracked Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Categories:
venerating, analogy, bereavement, character, crush,
Form:
Rhyme
GENETIC FOOTPRINTS
EMANATING WITHIN HEARTS OF MORTALS
ARE GENETIC FOOTPRINTS BEQUEATHED BY CELESTIAL ESSENCES
WANDERING UPON THE IMMENSITY OF A DYNAMIC TIMELESSNESS
VENERATING ENLIGHTENED SPIRITS EXPLORING ENDLESS SPACES
ILLUMINATING DARK ENIGMATIC PORTALS
One uneventful night, I had an interesting thought that *****sapiens,
might be the by-product of wandering space explorers from a different time
and space, with the instinct and desire to travel far and wide, to seek for
answers of their origins and wished to touch the face of their Creator, but
unfortunately ended up living on planet Earth for a period of time before
continuing on. Questions and desires that sound and feel familiar to us
humans?
Just a thought...
October 2013
Aboard cruise liner:
"Splendour Of The Seas"
Categories:
venerating, humanity, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
...under oak, poplar and terebinth,
where the shade is pleasant.
Hosea 4:13b (NIV)
WHERE THE SHADE IS PLEASANT
Let’s gather daughters and sons
into the complacent shade,
arrest our minds
with shady thoughts.
Meditate of mindful things,
writhing and diamond rings
— noses poked, like cattle folk
under the pious tree.
The light sans sun,
moony-eyed whites
in transfiguration,
venerating mother nature.
Mushrooms and mold
in shady rooms,
poisoning of youthful lusts,
posturing of prostitutes.
Look to the hills then,
to mountaintops…
Follow the stick of wood
to its wick —
a sacrificial burning.
But prey tell me,
will you be left with a stump
when your demon burns to the ground?
Elah and Alon hold hands
looking to the figure on the cross.
The perfect shade dissolves the dross.
Nails, splintered wood, wormwood thorns disappear
as the Savior ascends past wooden clouds.
Look past the pretentious shade!
Look past the mountains and hills!
Look past the sun!
Look there with branches held high!
See the Son of God! Look to holy things!
Bow at His holy feet!
Be lifted up by holy hands,
the One’s that hail,
“Well done!”
5/31/2018
Matt 25:23 His master replied, “Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness!”
*Alon and Elah - Oak and Terebinth trees
Categories:
venerating, christian,
Form:
Free verse
1.A, cardinal of alphabets
deity is pre-eminent.
2.What use thou learned?
unless venerating divine
3.Captives of his flower-heart
long live on earth.
4.Devotee of fair nature
never faces hazard.
5.Admirers of nature never
suffer ignorant fatalism.
6.Self controlling of sense
organs, long live.
7.Critics of unique divine
suffer constant misery.
8.Forsaking sage of charity
uncross delightful seas
9.As insensate organs, nonconformists
of him worthless.
10.Devotees of divine cross
birth-ocean, censure not.
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Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31 B.C), the author in Tamil
Translated by S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU,INDIA
Published in poetrysoup.com on 3-12-13
Email s.kandasamy@hotmail.com
Categories:
venerating, nature,
Form:
Couplet
No, she said, it just wasn’t worth a try.
Her life, she said, it must come to an end.
Goddess Latona of the darkness said goodbye.
Mother enigmatic could no longer pretend.
Her children caught in advancing adulthood,
we never clearly understood her daily anguish.
She exposed parts of her hidden to us by motherhood.
How dare she bring her life to an enfeebled finish!
At 84, her joyless life racked with chronic trauma.
We sat feigning dispassionate deliberation,
Hearing her date with death, we tried displaying no drama,
a surreal sham, as our mother declared her termination.
Shocked readers must think we should have done more.
Surely, she suffered from Alzheimer’s, or some sudden dementia.
Mother lucid, clearly contented in family, but resolute to her core.
Venerating her dignity compelled our deference to her enigma.
Inviting us around her final table, she said goodbye.
Her gesture of honesty to us intended to make it easier.
As she stripped us of family grounding, I did not know how to cry.
With everything in her death choreographed, I was an awkward actor.
Some of my siblings were quite confused
but seemed willing to take it in stride.
One, in particular, went off the rails, feeling quite abused.
Indeed, the cavity left in hungry hearts could never be denied.
Categories:
venerating, death, family, grief, lost
Form:
Rhyme
Can we be more human?
A splendid idea came into a man’s mind,
Let’s make something to connect folks,
And this is how social media flourished.
Social media has lots and lots of pros,
But only if one knows how to use.
If one is unaware of its cons,
Then this boon turns into a nightmare.
Have we not noticed how this overarching platform became less merrier?
Yes, We do it every other day!
People are engaged in escalating hate more and more,
People are busy impugning one another,
People are being more fake,
They have started following someone blindly,
They have started being more ‘me’ than ‘us’.
Some are clobbered mentally and emotionally without any cause by the same species,
Today human is not backing human!
People are now plunging to conclusions without any pause.
Can we be more human?
Answer is yes but,
When we will stop impeding each other,
And start supporting one another.
When we will abridge hate and propel love.
When we will keep ourselves in the victim’s shoes,
And realise the importance of being polite.
So, folks encapsulate all the kindness in you,
Bring out the suave you,
And not the haughty you.
Let’s make social media more sanguine and venerating place.
- Vishwa Patel??
Categories:
venerating, 12th grade, anti bullying,
Form:
Free verse