Best Warranted Poems
Dear Children,
I can only give you a deep love that lasts
The span of my lifetime, nothing less.
On a quotidian basis, you will feel
The warmth of my embrace.
You will inevitably make mistakes,
And it's okay to make them.
You learn and grow from them.
They make you a better human being.
Never be wounded by constructive criticism;
Welcome it, give it to others when warranted..
They also help people learn and grow.
Don't be defined by your shortcomings,
You're human because of them.
Trouble me with your troubles, anytime.
Yes, my dear children, you can talk to me
About anything, and I mean anything!
I promise always to be emotionally available,
To tell you uncomfortable truths about life,
To be of comfort to you when you feel pain,
To dry every tear I see you cry,
To help push you to the summit
Of the highest mountain,
To help you reach the pinnacle
Of any dream you may dream,
To do my best in explaining the confusing,
To protect you from harm of any kind.
Never be less than who you truly are.
Shine your light in this word, my dear child.
Always strive to do your level best.
Always trust your instincts,
And faithfully follow it; never question it!
Always treat people with respect and dignity.
Waste no time with toxic people
That want to bring you down.
Waste no time dwelling on conditions
beyond your control; God is always at the helm.
Practice patience, it's really a virtue.
Believe in God and say your prayers, always.
It costs absolutely nothing to be
A good person. It gets you far in life.
Categories:
warranted, encouraging, meaningful, wisdom,
Form:
Didactic
My eyes were sorely struck when once they perceived
verity in your insightful words. Oh, how they grieved
when you chose to kneel low enough to kiss the ring
of a cunning being, whose unmerited praises you sing
My ignorance would have been a cliched state of bliss
if I'd not stumbled into great depth of a poetic abyss
'Twas with bitter regret that I unveiled your charade
No longer do I doubt the crux of a contrived crusade
With prudence and humble nature, you oft' disclosed
but a false facade was revealed and hubris exposed
As a poet you declared compassion and a meek heart
but sold your feeble soul for the nod of a counterpart
Poet, I hungrily supped at the banquet of your lines
but a person's integrity is one that genuinely defines
human value. From reading you, I refrain and eschew
Aware of your pretexts, I know what motivates you
*You may think I only post something on PS when I have a gripe, and I have when I've felt it was warranted. It's your right to believe what you will. My recent posts prove otherwise, but after very recently reading something that touched my heart in a sadly profound way, I chose to write about it instead of trying to forget that I saw the words. Writing has always been a means of comfort, solace and closure. This write serves as a dissolution for me.
Categories:
warranted, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
SEPARATE WE ARE TWO, BUT TOGETHER WE ARE ONE,
without this strong camaraderie we would fail-
For we shall show amity until eternity is done,
and through all adversity we shall prevail.
You shall show me empathy I shall show devotion,
there’s nothing as persistent as our deep emotion.
When Karen died I knew how you struggled so severe,
because I too wanted to stop breathing with you-
But even though your pain was harsh you’ve been here,
for you have given me yellow, taken away my blue.
Now together we are powerful as the Lord above,
and it has all been warranted by the gift of love.
The only thing that sets us apart is that we live afar,
but close together in what matter the most in life-
You told me to look above and wish upon our star,
hope with all my might it would take away my strife.
For there is nothing as beautiful as your benevolence,
as I talk to you on the phone and feel your essence.
You helped raise me and took me under your wing,
I was in my youth, you felt responsible for me-
Now when we’re together I hear the angels sing,
and we shall shower each other in acute intimacy.
The oceans aren’t deep enough, mount isn’t high,
because without you I wouldn’t have learned to fly.
Nothing compares to our penetrating affection,
as heavy as life can get, you carry my load-
We share a bond, a cunning sisterly connection,
and through our children our warm tale shall be told.
It is one of great ability to show true solidarity,
peace inside our gentle souls of concord affinity.
SEPARATE WE ARE TWO, BUT TOGETHER WE ARE LINKED,
an entirety of forgiveness when we need atonement-
For you are here for me before I could have blinked,
making special memories and living in the moment.
Unmatchable we are friendship and love combined,
for separate we are two, though we share one mind.
*Dedicated to my beautiful sister Jennifer. We have lost
a sister, yet without each other wouldn't have been
able to make it through. She is my mate to my soul.*
Together We Are Strong Contest
Silent One
March 11, 2018
Categories:
warranted, friendship love, sister,
Form:
Rhyme
i yearn for a world devoid of struggle,
where peoples are one, respectful of other people.
where bonds transcend gender, colors, beliefs, and creeds.
a world devoid of wants, and people live simply with their needs.
i would love to walk along the streets, unhindered by fear.
tread along the pathways safely, something, i long so dear.
let the place i live upon, be absent of violence, crimes, and hate.
across divides, let the peoples be united, living as one blissful state.
if only in this world, no one lives in hunger.
everybody learns to share their resources, no matter how meager.
let no single child be abandoned, uncared and unwanted.
let the whole world be one big village; foster everyone, and care be warranted.
but no, this world, i realized, is only just a dream;
with all the chaos, hopeless as it may seem.
people fighting, nations warring, where can peace reside?
when will this ocean of blood and tears subside?
when will this world be healed from strife?
when will the people stop sending others to the after-life?
when will this world be truly free?
all those questions i’m asking, i hope, it’s not just me?
Categories:
warranted, passion, peace, people,
Form:
Free verse
There are wounds that may seem very repulsive,
they show on sleeves and inside of a painful soul-
Some demons just become too much and impulsive
and can eat your essence and swallow you whole.
For some people life just has taken its daily toll.
But scars are nothing except beautiful imperfections,
damage to the heart can be warranted as appealing-
Only sutures on a slash can become a connection,
giving you reasons to move on and start healing.
Lines left from hurt can give you back your feeling.
It seems like everyone looks at internal scars as if ugly,
they cringe and scour at the sight of any affliction-
I see them as a mystery of something lovely,
not just hideous marks from a very old infliction.
If only this world didn’t live in complete contradiction.
I see the marvel and wonder in a scar from the past,
it brings amazement as I think about their journey-
What anguish did they live and how long did it last?
What could their honest recovering story really be?
For I see in their eyes they have found love’s recovery.
Tears were shed yet they have found restoration,
there may be no erasing the lines that were engraved,
but I know deep down they have found recuperation
and somewhere along the way their souls were saved.
For it was nothing except healing that they craved.
I may be different saying scars are beautifully created,
they show growth and strength from yesterday’s pain,
and I pray that in hope and faith they are saturated,
where only memories of resilience can remain.
For we all have beautiful scars running through our veins.
*Something most people see as ugly but which you see as beautiful*
Jamie's Interesting Contest 3
April 28, 2018
Categories:
warranted, pain, strength,
Form:
Rhyme
Some of my fears are warranted
some might be coming true
but I've coined a lovely catch-all phrase
to keep me from feeling blue...
“Probably not today” I say
as my health is in decline
I'll probably not fall dead today
just gripe, and groan, and whine.
“Probably not today” I claim
as I look inside my cupboard
I shouldn't starve to death today
no, the thought is quite absurd!
“Probably not today” I state
as I think he loves me less
but he's not fallen out of love in a day-
no, it's needless, senseless stress...
“Probably not today” I judge
that my creditors won't be inclined
to seize, and freeze, and take away
all the things I consider mine.
“Probably not today, my dear”
I comfort myself by saying
the roof will hold another day
'though the shingles are decaying.
“Probably not today” I think
no, it's not as I had predicted-
although the rent's a few days behind
I probably won't be evicted.
“Probably not today” I chant
as the storms about me howl
I probably won't be blown away
'though the weather is quite foul.
“Probably not today” I add
as the list is growing so
that I hardly can keep track of all
my probable someday-woes.
“Probably not today” I fear
probably not, I guess...
I'll probably not stop thinking these things
'though it causes a terrible mess!
Categories:
warranted, angst, anxiety, depression, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
Methinks Mine Earlier Rhyme Came Across Desperate...
For Hard Cold Cash
This small medium at large
kibitzer did appear
more brash (albeit) poetically,
and insinuate with soft pedal blare
perhaps at the expense of dare
ring to losing followers, this crash
test dummies star performer
did not mean to ensnare,
perhaps hypnotically tugged
heartstrings with his flair
analogous to birds eye glare
ruffling tail feathers of
a frosty buoy hoar gull (hare
reed) loon seething with hormonal
secretion and the brink to engineer
foolproof mating elaborate fanfare,
when bytes of my obviously clear
expression to succor minted heir
to a fortune (courtesy
anonymous philanthropist), now leer
re: asper point blank plea
for wads of moolah, but mere
lee issuing agitation where
substantial outlay to repair
(passenger side rear)
brake assembly, the automotive
technician espied situation where,
abrasion and erosion clear
as day, which critical assessment
warranted me to declare
an immediate affirmative
decision, which near
broke ma stainless steel piggy bank
to tune of six hundred bucks - hair
reed, an understatement, almost near
lee six months to the day, a prior reap
pair cost similar dollar figure,
which even at present
found yours truly still in despair,
then only to experience,
sans "FAKE" foreseer
(as ordained by Oracle
of Delphi) despite prayer
for me to vouchsafe share
ring at least one daily
compliment to the missus - neh veer
being privy (during our
twenty second plus year)
of whetted bull
lust stick missile exchanges, there
came shortfall of forced favorable blare
ring of said utterenced, thus superstition
an ugly head didst rear.
Categories:
warranted, addiction, culture, green, heaven,
Form:
Bio
Days until ‘Pride’ fast approaching,
On the phone with mom, she said;
Not to make myself a target by going,
That she doesn’t wish her daughter dead.
Better yet, stay home, she insists,
Everyone that goes is at risk.
As if I should hide who I am inside…
Truly, I understand her warranted concerns,
All the same; the event, for me, isn’t ruined,
Realistically, the fact makes some people spurn,
Gay, perhaps no different, I’m invariably human,
Eventually, everyone will understand and discern,
Then I won’t have to live a suppressing illusion.
Honestly, I didn’t take moment to decide,
Only the one answer buzzed in my ear,
No, I won’t sit by with anxiety and hide,
Especially so, I won’t give my all to this fear,
You can take my life, but you can’t take my pride.
——————
May 4, 2019
Poem Type: Acrostic
Categories:
warranted, pride,
Form:
Acrostic
Today is the day my heart has to take a stand
Against the agony and anguish of being alone.
Hopefully today, my head can make it understand
That it has unequivocally had the upper hand.
It’s a prudent proposition, the evidence has shown;
Today is the day my heart has to take a stand.
How can you hold on to this hollow strand
Holding this overly oppressive weight of stone?
Hopefully today, my head can make it understand
That forever is but a forgotten fire never fanned
By the fervor of two fevered souls never grown.
Today is the day my heart has to take a stand.
Hasn’t the bullying, bullfighting, butting and
Beating been enough to burst every single bone?
Hopefully today, my head can make it understand
That war is definitely warranted and I command!
Love has become loathsome liar we must disown!
Today is the day my heart has to take a stand,
Today, my head will make it understand.
Categories:
warranted, lost love, love, passionday,
Form:
Villanelle
Conversing with You is no easy task,
I can’t see Your eyes when You laugh.
I know You handle everything I ask,
everything You do is on my behalf.
Child, I have given you all that you need,
the sun, moon, and stars are My eyes you see.
I will never sleep, to ever mislead,
it does not mean I will always agree.
God, sometimes You do not answer,
when my reservations are why.
Why You allowed my Breast Cancer,
permitted me to live not die?
Don’t get me wrong God, I love life,
love having my family around me.
Nothing is better than being a wife,
and having children was no guarantee.
Child, I did not assign you the tumor,
to enter your form with warranted pain.
No idea where you acquired such rumor,
you need to know that I am more humane.
I cannot control what your cohorts do,
the ones who manage food and pollute lakes.
Waters have changed to brown not blue,
it is mankind whom has made the mistakes.
You live because you have asked to,
remember your prayer in years past.
To watch your children live life through,
I have done everything you asked.
God, proud to converse with You my concern,
although I talk to You most every day.
I know someday You will return,
when, is not for me to ask or to say…
Copyright © 2012 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Fifth Place Winner ~ "Collaborating In The Clouds” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Poet~Destroyer
August 21, 2012
Categories:
warranted, children, inspirational, life, me,
Form:
Rhyme
I went through the alphabet and wrote the first word that came to mind in alphabetical order then I put them into a poem. I think it’s pretty funny. Read it and reply…
Alternative, Barracuda, Catastrophe, Eventful, Dramatization, Faithful, Gruesome, Harmful, Jubilant, Kaleidoscope, Lemon, Maniac, Norway, Opulent, Precise, Quirky, Resentful, Shameful, Tantalizing, Unfortunate, Victory, Warranted, Xylophone, Yearning,
Zany
Playing With Words
As an alternative to dinner
we decided on the barracuda
which turned out to be a real catastrophe.
Without a full dramatization
of the eventful season we had, simply put,
we have been forever faithful to the cause.
Albeit gruesome or gross,
there were no concerns of harmful fish bones,
and we were jubilant when we
looked into the kaleidoscope
to find a lemon yellow redfish
with the personality of a maniac.
Much to our delight when took the fish to Norway we were
pleasantly surprised at the opulent and fanciful ways of the people.
We were extremely precise in our movements
around this quirky little town
not wanting to attract any resentful stares
while parading around in our shameful ways with our fish.
Our tantalizing habits drew much scorn
which was an unfortunate way impress others.
We heard a xylophone play in the distance and
had to resist our yearning to
overpower the townspeople with more zany
written rhetoric.
Categories:
warranted, cheer up, confusion, dedication,
Form:
Verse
There once was a branding woman that worked on a ranch
She ran through woods looking behind every branch
Frantic to find a tolerant male to arrange wedding plans
Her methods guaranteed producing orangutang comedians
Also, her cranky, exuberant life made the ranchers blanch
Grandmother arranged a meeting to hear Francine's rants
Knowing Granddaughter's strange ways warranted determents
Temperance must transcend the errant flagrant desires
As firebrands marked her ignorance with intolerant stares
Piranha guilt sprang up for ransom, pondering the real tyrants
The assurance of wrangling from parents with adulterant ways
Francine, and Frank, alone on the veranda during their days
Siblings needing the furtherance of love and instruction
Suffered the hindrance of rancid marital destruction
Random attention translated strangely, creating two castaways
The children, under the guidance of the grandest of grandparents
In arranged tranquil surroundings, estranged from things of ambivalence
Grown from a cankerous start into the fragrant innocence of youth
But for the lack of francs, school in France could deal better, in truth
The appearance of courtship years made the need for etiquette transparent
The end of the tale transports us two years forward
With genteel manners granting old wisdom its reward
Frank now owns the ranch where the ranchers work
And Francine branded by a marriage proposal from a local Grange clerk
Categories:
warranted, caregiving, childhood, family, life,
Form:
Rhyme
If I sin with good intention,
Will God forgive at half the price?
Will I receive half of heaven
Or hell for my warranted vice?
What if I stole to feed my kid?
Am I doomed to hot detention
If I sin with good intention?
I sure hope not—heaven forbid!
Would I live in heaven’s ghetto
If I sin with good intention,
Or would my hell be half as hot?
Oh wait, I forgot to mention,
What if I kill in self defense
Or take a half of temptation?
Would He not love me any less
If I sin with good intention?
Categories:
warranted, faithsin,
Form:
Quatern
It's not funny
To die for the liberty
For the freedom to speak
Freely without fears.
It is not beautiful
to suffer for the rights
To use simple or single words,
To write truthfully, to shed lights
On everything, which is distasteful.
Freedom of the Press
Must be fundamental,
It is the very foundation of true
Democracy, which is a form of wisdom.
A great Nation wants nothing less
Than constant criticism from the few.
Bring the projectors, the martyrs,
The cameras, the writers,
The headlines, the headlights
Of the intelligentsia, to educate the mass,
The unemployed and the underprivileged
The real Heroes
Are never afraid to die,
For the words,
For the pens, pencils
Brushes, and crayons;
The dead heroes
Are our eternal champions.
The sick cowards
Are afraid of the words.
They are unreasonably angry,
Because they kill and hide
Like rats, like rodents.
The freedom of expression
Is absolutely warranted,
And is basically normal.
Open up, open wide to speak out,
Scream and shout.
This is fundamental
In a true democracy.
It is not funny or freaky,
To die for free speech.
However, it's too early
to die for the expression
Of simple words.
Copyright © January 2015 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Categories:
warranted, anti bullying, death, dream,
Form:
Free verse
Ode to Michelangelo’s “The Deposition”
O divine light
You have cast shadows upon the eyes of Him
And they have warranted His blood.
His hands maimed from hate or duty
His fingers curl from wretched pain.
I who have Loved Him
Carry His burden it is not heavy.
Love has no weight
Love sees divine
Do we hide our sorrow
Do we hide from those
Who are the shadows?
I see wounds of flesh
Cast deep in darkness
Cast deep into the stone soul of man.
I long to breathe life where life no more breathes
I mourn our loss
The city himself grieves in pain and suffering
and carries the body
with those who recognize
the pain of the earth.
We have dined and beheld
We have listened and followed
Yet disgraced by jealous power
This lifeless lamb
Has paid the price.
SACRIFICE! Oh great sacrifice.
How could Your Light sacrifice and
For what?
For Who?
Why?
O Love Divine
I SEEK Your Eyes
To understand this blight
To All Mankind.
Our arms cry
Our hearts faint
And who are we
To Love this man.
To see this Light Divine.
To wrap His wounds and bathe in Love
To feel his flesh so torn.
His Passion stole
By shadows.
His head a lighted Crown.
O Son of Thine Light
He will live on
The story we will tell.
Our silent stone froze in time
Redeems beyond All Hell.
Our pain is set and passion spells
Carved in every line.
Our humbled hoods
Our weakened hands
Yet firm in Thy belief.
Stand in the light
And see it move
Across the face of Thine.
It chases shadows,
Creates a Crown,
O Great Light Divine.
Jeralynn B. Clark
Categories:
warranted, introspectionpain, light, life, light,
Form:
Ekphrasis