Best Verb Poems
faeries found freelance forest
matched up verbs and adjectives
married them fine and dandy
the nouns were so mad
Love
is a
verb, not just
a feeling, not
just a pretty word.
Love reaches out,
meets a need,
touches
hearts.
Love prances into my heart
Zinging me with her arrows
Twirling my emotions
I do not choose who I love
It happens naturally, instantly, suddenly
Love causes me heartache when there is a death
Smacking me upside the head
With the realization I cannot fix everything
I cannot fix anything
And I especially cannot fix cancer
Love oozes into my eyes
When my grandchildren come calling
When I get to hug them, when masks are not an issue
Love causes me all kinds of delight
When there is not a pandemic
But love keeps me away from them because of it right now
Love has her own way, makes her own truth,
Love shakes me, makes me, and sometimes breaks me.
Love is all powerful.
God is love
I love who I love who I love
And nothing can change that
Why would I want to try?
Tight taut but one verb
and ample e.e. cummings....
steal a foreign form.
Love does what it says and it dreams
Love has faith, it envisions streams.
Visions of beauty, peace and joy dance in it's head
Garlands of flowers drape around Love's bed.
Whispers of oceans and birdsong fill its air
Love breathes heavenly breezes of all things fair.
It hopes forever more.
Will you open loves door?
Disturb A Verb
What if I were to conjugate a verb
Was wrong and many did disturb
Adverbs and adjectives not properly apply
People started asking for reason why.
How about pronouns and preposition phrases
Never knew how to use and it amazes
Me how respect you expect to receive
When all you do is confuse and deceive.
Bad dream subject truly must have been
And I must repeat and then do it again
We knew it had to be part of bad dream
Trump doing great on his senior theme.
Jim Horn
love is a verb
a word to be heard
don't be inert
cause that will hurt
Verb
What is a poem absent the context of motion
a meandering spark of nebulous intent
a senseless sentiment bereft of sphere
an ultimately monumental apparition
a lie of omission
and a trivial pursuit of nothing
there can be no intensity before breathing
before tasting the gun smoke
rebellion and anguish in the air
before inhaling the acrimonious stench
of one-sided comfortable silences
and before biting one’s tongue until rage and red ink
suddenly crescendo into a scream
you’re a poet…
so what?
a world full of torment and vitriolic laughter
is no place for empty sentiments
in the end what sacrament
will you have sacrificed silence for
what will be the punch line of it all
when the stars are obfuscated by
your failure to protect the sky
and all of the water is as black
as the hearts of the damned
and the Earth has chosen to mirror
the austerity of men
when all the choirs have died
and there’s no one left to praise you
who will you pray to
who will be your refuge
when you finally deduce that you are small?
will you awaken
when the apocalypse descends
will your words miraculously echo new meaning
alighting seraphic wings to reach the ears of God
an apology shabbily prefacing their recollections
when there is nothing left to say
in real life
what do your insights incite
where is your wit
the incisive intent of your pen
what hours odds and ends are too long for your will
too over the top for your “god given gifts”
how will you be remembered
in the end
as you reached for the stars
how deep did you dig
were you the oracle that God intended
the deliverer of liberation
diminishing the sum of the dimness
if it took withholding nothing to save a no one
how much were you willing to give them
when it is all said and done
what truly was?
in retrospect
when you spoke
what did you move?
She shot off her mouth
Just once too often
The last shot killed him
Right through the heart
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schoss sie ihren Mund von
Gerade einmal zu oft
Der letzte Schuss ihn getötet
Mitten durch das Herz
Words are verbs
And poems little birds
You can feel their wings wording
When upon your soul alighting
Written by Gail Debole
November 26, 2024
Adding "ing" to nouns has taken over the town.
English Traditionalists - turn your frowns upside down.
"Being an adult" is now one word.
We are all "adulting" or haven't you heard?
So I guess the next noun to be "verbed"
Is that a child is "childing" or is that absurd?
All languages evolve through the years.
Face the facts. Get over your fears.
Nothing you can do to stop the "ings."
"Verb-ing" the nouns is more than a fling.
Younger generations speak their own type of speak.
Older generations try to keep up so they do not look weak.
No one person controls the words we say.
New ones arise and old ones lose sway.
Now all the nouns can be "verb-ed" or "e-d-ed."
Language creativity cannot/should not (shouldnot?) be impeded.
And, in the future, how many words will survive?
Will acronyms and emojis be the language that thrives?
VERB ME
WORDS:
fill me like a burst balloon
hit me like a speeding train
burn me like a solar flare
cut me like a surgeons blade
drown me like a bag of cats
twist me like a hated love
hang me like an empty frame
use me like a broken puppet
bite me like a rabid dog
sink me like a capsized ship
shock me like down power lines
**** me like a two-bit whore
choke me like i'm being lynched
backstab like a guilty friend
shoot me like a ***** flick
melt me like a flaming spoon
love me like an enemy
drop me like an atom bomb
eat me like malignant cancer
waste me like a bright future
Form:
She shot off her mouth
Just once too often
The last shot killed him
Right through the heart
The verb, when well wired,
acts as a unit of electrical potential
equal to the difference between two sparks of meaning
on a graduated scale of question marks,
carrying a constant current of one impact.
When poetic power charges the space
between the thought and the word
there is a jolt,
and a vault from an ought
to a fact.
In the right hands
a marvelous toy.
sans verbs,verse may.....SHOW
some may do,but others...DON'T
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