Best Verbally Poems
A Poet's Gift
A poet writes to share a secret depth
Of feelings within their soulful breast.
They write to grasp onto immortality,
To be remembered beyond their death.
A poet shares emotions inked upon the
Page that cannot verbally be conveyed.
They dwell in a world of dreams, of dark
And light, of imagination, of metaphors,
Where heartbreak heaves and love believes.
Poets dwell where nature inspires, and
Longing desires may elevate or decimate.
They feel compelled to write day or night
From their innate state of expressiveness.
Music, dance, and art entwined, are all a part
Of creating that sonnet, free verse or rhyme
Which may capture hearts in belabored sigh,
Cause tears to well, the heart to swell, joy to
Bloom, cause lovers to swoon in blissful reverie.
Poetry...the greatest gift a poet yearns to share
With sensitivity, with their open heart laid bare.
7-23-19
A STRAND (1048) Poetry Contest N/A
Sponsor Brian Strand
I open the cemetery gate and walk a winding path
the ancient trees sway and reach out for me as I go
I pass mazes of headstones
like time feathered in stone
there is an unwritten absence within me
so many unspoken words
unvarnished words
there are things isolated within my heart
things I need to express
but I feel in my soul that you already knew
how I felt and loved you
though I did not say aloud
I reach the place of tears
the stone that is engraved with your names
I always find the experience spiritual
and feel an otherworldly magic come over me
names and dates in stone
but nothing of the people and bones recorded
we are in different realms beloved
absent from each other
yet connected by a love that death cannot remove
afar, distant, and separate
oh, hope you know how much I loved each of you
each soul unique and beautiful to me
my words are not written but verbally uttered
absent of ego
so, I sit on the grass for many hours
and speak my authentic words
sometimes, we are silent
and I weep with long woven emotions
oh the memories like daggers sting
as birds sing me a beautiful unending symphony
and the wind whistles in the trees
and the leaves murmur as they swirl and twirl
such a peaceful place to rest in peace
I feel your tranquility sublime
I will be with you one day
it is the natural progression of humanity
dust to dust and birth to death
earth to heaven the journey complete
home at last . . .
Above the sky
Is a dream
That comes to my
Distant shore.
Here's a little, formula ,
I hope all. Can
Endure.
Keep your dreams
Nurish them.
Compound it in
Your soul.
Seal it in a destiny
Box,
forever you Will hold.
Confine & patent it,
Replace it in your mind
Preserve & restore it
True love you, will find
Meditate, with prayers
Keep it refreshed,
Revived & new.
No matter how diminished
At times,
Dreams do follow through.
Let not age, gender, race or
Where your from.
Hinder you.
Never believe, for a second
Its unattainable.
Channel, create, & formulate
The self esteem, in you.
No matter how simply small
Or enormously big it may be.
Throw it in the stratosphere
For all the stars to see.
Memorize, emancipate, your
Own prophecy.
The destiny is self fullfilled
If only you believe.
Think with an open heart,
There's something, out there
To achieve.
Come in humble spirits,
It is there for you.
Keep dreams to yourself
Bind it to your core.
Never relinquish the dream
You have.
Keep it safe & secure.
This is the most important
Detail, I must say to you.
As selfish, as it may seem.
To hold a fragile dream in
Your palms,
Can be destroyed, before
It starts.
When verbally rendered
In the wrong hands
May take away that
Special chance.
For it is meant to be
Gods gracious gift,
Indefinitely
Created souly for you!!!
Dedicated to my Friend, Andrea Dietrich
A blessing meant to materialize is how I define Andrea’s role in my life. Andrea is a bright light of warmth that I began to seek more and more as our personalities seamlessly bonded in fulfilling and meaningful ways. While we share the same continent, thousands of miles separate us that will eventually be conquered by the powers of friendship. I have told the universe that I insist on such! I will admit a slight fear; Andrea has an abundance of energy whereas I’m a napper who might fall face down trying to keep up with her. To me, Andrea is goodness personified. She has the heart of a caring teacher as I’ve learned when I’m baffled about Soup matters or other, for she instructs without even being asked. My friend is consistent, reliable, organized, committed to people and things she cares about. Andrea can be much too hard on herself for she is a perfectionist. As a writer, she is a talent whose well of creativity has no bottom but an endless stream of imagination that blesses everyone who reads her. In many ways, Andrea has an innocence that I find difficult to verbally discern though I am keenly aware of it and delightfully refreshed by it. In a world of business and family schedules and demands, I greatly admire Andrea for carving out niches where her individuality is nurtured and sated; she knows who she is. She is a genuine, individuated individual who truly seizes each day in her best grasp to live with her best effort. I love her very much.
she's always been good
i have colored outside lines ~
we bonded as friends
I didn't always adhere to the warnings of the experts
who declared nothing beyond time-outs should be used
to correct a child’s behavior—that parents must not,
even temporarily, take away a toy or a privilege OR
use “psychologically damaging” responses like
“What you just did was bad”!
When you, as a teenager, fought me at every turn,
when you despised me--or seemed to--
the experts' words came back to haunt me.
Still, I continued on my chosen path and tried
not to reveal how defeated and helpless I felt.
While the renowned psychologists were saying,
"The teenager's privacy must not be violated,"
I was watching you, not always from afar.
When, in spite of me, you began accomplishing a degree
privacy at the tender age of 14, you hid from me, opting
to use that freedom to forge risky relationships
that alienated you from those who really cared.
Over time, something beautiful happened.
You metamorphosed into a fine young lady.
As a parent, you have neither punished severely
nor spoiled your children. You've limited
their privacy and kept hold of the reins.
As they sneer at you and rebel, you wonder,
as I once did, If you've taken the wrong route.
I can't verbally assure you that you haven't.
I can't give you an encouraging embrace.
Perhaps I did enough while I was there.
January 1, 2019, entered in Emile Pinet's Free Verse Style Poetry Only contest,
placed 2nd
February 4, 2019, entered in Chantelle Anne Cooke's Favorite Free Verse Contest
I used to wish I made a difference in his ife,
I thought it possible, since I was labeled his wife.
But it is sad to admit that I'm just being used,
I'm constantly treated poorly and verbally abused.
I have lost the joy of waking everyday,
Now in my spare time I quietly pray.
I ask for strength to be strong and make it stop,
But when comes home from work, my heart will drop.
Nervousness and feeling constant fear is all I know,
He always hurts me emotionally, it feels like a hard blow.
At his feet I beg to have that life I deserve and need,
But he tells me I'm selfish and full of greed.
Why does he see me in such a bad light,
I began to pray that my soul is taken during the night.
But the morning comes and I deal with another day,
Of sadness and listening to the harsh words that he'll say.
I walk alone in this world of sadness and misery,
No one knows what I deal with because I'll never let them see.
My soul is lost
upon ice-blue crevasses so deeply!
help me my blue elephant
that lettuce is brave
like electrons always saying hello
and never goodbyes!
You slip on lice and break your arms
it's all so SCHIZOPHRENIC: tangentiality!
stilted speech and phonemic paraphasia
are mainly broken-minded poets
who use both sides of a pencil
-+95% of black eyes kill 5% of rabbits
and the bird whistles in Japaneses:
"sei shin bun retsu byo"
( mind split disease)
where logic and proportion falls
between the King & Queen
AND ALL ANGELS go to 7-Eleven
in their heavenly garments to buy
hot dogs and slur-pees
and writing is a socially acceptable
form of schizophrenia...hmm....
such is the paradox of delusion
and how are you? When you walk down
a sidewalk to the abuse of verbally
abusive birds chirping loudly how
dull and stupid you are. So you move into
a homeless shelter and make new friends!
:: 10242015 ::
“If you cannot be yourself, do not take away the identity of another.” -D.J.E.
Why do you return in another form,
Another residual voice?
Did you forget the palpable scar you left
Through your romantic coercions?
We believed you.
We trusted you.
We even kind of liked you.
You knew this,
You cherished this.
Yet, with enamoring backhands
You crossed the boundary of someone else's heart
While you forgot to rediscover
Your own independent territory
All in the name of co-dependent epiphanies.
Blame the shameful animosities around you
As you hide behind atmospheric rainbows
And tectonic miseries
You reach for the loins of those in disdain
As your smile falsely proclaims
That it will stop their rain
Your stalker’s reign,
The only truth behind your crooked swagger
Verbally, your conjugated kiss could never complete my sentences…
…for I’ve already been sentenced to a lifetime of paradoxical complexities.
And no matter how many profile pics you lay claim to,
You malicious self-worth will always be defaulted.
©D.J.E. – July 5th, 2018
We live in a world of time
everything is controlled by the clock
always looking to see where it's at
engagements band meetings in its lock
Social media is not my scene at all
whatever it is Twitter, Instagram or Facebook
people wanting to tell all that they think
nothing is secret not even how we look
What do people want to know about me?
I'm a pretty boring kind of bloke
people are not really my favourite item
they would want instead a diet coke
But having said all that about me
suppose they are things I do too
that when I think about it are a waste
taking photo pics just to show a view
I love to write and receive emails
also, watch westerns from yesteryear
love being retired being just myself
dislike speaking verbally to avoid fear
Now these things latterly others wonder
what a waste of time they would be
but to me, they bring me peaceful content
just as meditating upon Calvary's tree
Not meant to be alone forever,
Someone special is reserved for me.
I have the eyes of a machine, x-ray,
Color is society’s impenetrable gateway.
I want a woman I can be real with,
She appreciates me like she gets.
I pray she will be patient with me,
Being verbally open is hard to be.
Ecstatic to have a family of my own,
A foreshadowed dream in my mind.
My wife will change me in ways unseen,
I will be changed from who I used to be.
No roads are the same, only similar,
We will meet face to face I pray.
We each have our own path in life,
I pray one day I will have a wife.
Is it cause youre small minded Mr jones asks the many voices who once had
repect counting the crows pecking the and gouging out their eyes?
Is it cause you loathe what you dont understand and this revelation is something
they need to see in themselves?
Is it the fact you carry a heavy load and need a helping hand
was it the opium you down like poison that you Jones for
leaving you to ask who i am?
Whats the will I am saying?
as he steals my spotlight
leaving me here assassinated verbally like a sitting duck
sure im no hippy sniffing daisies
pounding on drums in peace beads begging for sex
with a picket sign saying peace please
Is it because im gay?
Is it because im spiritual?
do we have ***** envy?
Have you read the lists?
are you going to pay the tithe?
and before you mash the send button with snide cruel bitter comments
please please
don't think twice
the murder of crows circling
cawing in the blood moon sky
November rains down on this wedding day
and I am forever by your side
why does my will
the will i am hate me?
is it a syndrom of an itchy trigger finger
an itch below the waste
why must everyone pull eachother down
back into the boiling pot
like the crabs we truly are in this amazing race
to lose it all
then fall
and sing and
sway and praise
and humm such blasphemous amazing grace
of grammatical errors and spelling mistakes
oh sweet sugar coatings
and icing on the cake
The will iam
I wonder counting crows
a famous last name with me
Mr jones
why do you hate the will I am
Is it because i read tarot cards?
is it because i'm gay?
is it because i'm amongst favorites?
is it because im controversial?
is it because you have nothing to say?
but who am i flamethrower
i sit here a hack
with a curse gor the harpie you are
and a smile upon my face
i throw this effortless nothing
and never look back
the stone falls into the pool of the abyss
oh will i am
mr jones
why do you loathe what you dont understand?
Child abuse causes pain, everyday of the child’s life is nothing but rain.
Child Abuse is something really horrible and bad, that by the doing of this leads the child to feel very much sad.
Child Abuse needs to be stop, when verbally/ physically and emotionally committed they should quickly be arrested by a cop.
Child Abuse takes away the child’s childhood life, and makes them want or do successfully end it by a gun, medication or a knife.
Child Abuse is no fun, it’s repeatedly having bad weather with no beauty of the sun
thoughts morph into ideas in the mind,
which words verbally express...
communication's birth.
(Kimo)
03/26/2022
Form K - Kimo - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Deeply motivated
Highly concentrated
Emotionally elated
By your love...
Im complicated
Extremly frustrated
Sometimes un-cooperative
By your love...
Passionetly persuaded
Often intimidated
Internally fixated
By your love...
Verbally Stimulated
Visually captivated
Unconditionally infatuated
By your love...
Would be...
Completly aggravated
Visibly violated
Undeniably devistated
Without your love!!!:(
From the moment we met
he'd treated me like a princess
I was young and naive
flattered by his attention,
misinterpreting it as a forever love
Mum took an instant dislike to him
She said he was like a chameleon
and I should be wary of his dark side
but I was too loved up to listen or too much in love
In fact, it only made me want him more
Within a month
I'd moved into his flat
Swapping girly nights out
for cosy nights by a blazing fire
He revamped my wardrobe
threw out my sexy dresses
preferring me to wear jeans
Mum used to ring me
but he told me to ignore her
said she wanted to split us up
I deleted her number from my phone
Friends stopped calling me
I always said I was too busy
One night I burned the pizza
and he went ballistic
A black rage engulfed him
His eyes flashed as dark as coals
and his fists pummeled me
like a volley of cannon balls
Vivid, violet bruising covered my body
He couldn’t see the scars in my heart
and I doubt if he'd have cared
He begged for forgiveness,
said it would never happen again
Like a fool I believed him
I even blamed myself for ruining dinner
Next morning, I put on a long-sleeved blouse
painted on a smile and went to work
It was then the cycle of abuse began
Verbally, he’d fly into a rage
sometimes over the slightest thing
Then, physically which ended up
with him using me like a punching bag
One night, he went too far
grabbed a hammer and beat me
neighbours heard my screams
and alerted the police …
Hours later, I woke up in intensive care
Mum was sitting by my side
a look of sadness in her eyes
instead of one that implied, "I told you so"
I only wish I had listened to her