Best Well Defined Poems
When I think of what to write
often the ocean comes to mind
Endless sea of pretty blue
and stretched out horizon lines,
impossibly flat
Yet when I actually arrive
it isn't the sea that my eyes
take a liking too
Rather it's just below the waves
my mind does go...
...to the little trinkets
beside my toes
Fossils of sea creatures,
alive one - and now, even in death -
you can see the beauty of their features
Seashells of every shape and hue
(even if they're familiar,
somehow they're always new)
Some are inky black or cobalt blue,
creamy whites and nutty browns
(pretty oranges, too!)
Some are hefty like a throwing stone,
others quite miniscule,
blending in with the sand
Some are fragile -breaking easier
than the waves-
others are like a hardened sunrise
Their well defined rays,
my fingers always finds themselves,
unbidden as an eye-blink
(as unthinking as a smile)
I like the clanky sound they make
when lightly shook in a mason jar
I shake them like dice in cupped hands
(loaded, in my case...
I don't gamble with a good time)
Yeah, when it comes to the beach
I'm like a kid at a candy store
My treats aren't in bins,
but glisten on the sandy shore
I scoop them in my hands,
still wet with the sea
Stick them in my pockets,
if the case need be
(and you know it always does
if I'm being honest)
Where it gets me, I don't know,
but, please,
just one more keepsake!
(this simple joy I try to harness)
I pick up a second then a third
while still admiring the first
A dozen or two, is only of mild concern
(a wagon-full is even worse)
Yes
It is an obsession through and through
I could be just as happy with one
as with a thousand
(maybe happiness isn't something
you can attach a number too)
And I don't know why I do it,
treasure to me (but not for thee)
And even rarity isn't an excuse
You can pick them up by the shovel,
they aren't difficult to find
You can count a hundred alone
within arms reach
(maybe joy doesn't have to be rare,
but can be as common as clouds...
maybe it's not something "out there",
but somewhere near,
even to the ground)
Near as an object
lying beside your feet
Near as a thought that came to you...
...while walking on the beach
Categories:
well defined, appreciation, beach, beauty, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
What is a moment?
It’s a flash before your eyes.
A moment comes and goes
before you realize;
A moment is what drives you
with every breath you take
and can be your crowning glory
or can be your worst mistake.
A moment is that instant
when you turn left or right,
and if you make the wrong turn
you may never see the light...
or a moment is that flash
which tells you to stop or start,
where you make a special friendship
or you have one torn apart.
And so a moment is important
for every step that you put forward,
there’s a million moments every day
to offer shame or a reward,
and you should treasure every moment
that goes dashing through your mind,
for a moment’s not immortal,
it is swift but well defined.
So what is a moment?
It’s your birth, your death, your soul,
the very thing that drives you,
which sometimes you can’t control;
but moments are so precious,
they are seeds that you have sown...
from your birth until your death,
each moment is your very own.
Categories:
well defined, appreciation, change, identity,
Form:
Rhyme
The quote is from William Shakespeare's play, Hamlet,
spoken by Hamlet in Act 3, Scene 1.
"To be or not to be, that is the question."
But, what's the explanation of- to be?
Hopes for more than only one suggestion;
and so, I offer this which pleases me.
To be is that one choice tween life and death,
not only of the flesh but of the mind.
And choosing life is being with our breath;
and feeding thought creates life well-defined.
Yet, some may say that life's not just to be,
and brush off any joys it holds within;
to shut their minds to blackness others see
no matter in the ground or 'neath the skin.
Some say great life just happens on its own-
those highs and lows exist beyond our will;
that happenstance determines path alone-
in what we'll end up feeling- pang or thrill.
The choice is yours: with hope, it is to be;
the opposite negates life's grander prize.
Must live life to its fullest guarantee;
block not- just be, no need to compromise.
Categories:
well defined, inspiration, life, metaphor, symbolism,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
I wonder our world should it beat with one heart
The variance found would not tear us apart
In words formed of love bid to meet each new day
Together in one breath, we’d sweep hate away
Intelligence summoned by thinking in tune
Transforming the winter to springtime in June
Inside of what looks like a shiny blue orb
The water that flows through our lives would absorb
Infirmities fashioned by weakness of mind
To forge a new armor, our strengths well defined
I wonder our world should it beat with one heart
The tragedies requisite for us to start
Categories:
well defined, hope, how i feel,
Form:
Couplet
As silence fell upon the night
My heart again did stir.
Petitions made on bended knee
Return to me unheard.
O Gracious Lord, Why do I find
Your absence once again?
The chambers of my grieving heart,
Hold emptiness within.
I cannot bear another night
Your grace, from me withheld.
Pleas rising from my broken heart,
In anguish are compelled.
His softly spoken words I heard.
My sobs, with them entwined.
At last, my Lord does speak to me
With lessons well defined.
"I sent my son to wear your shame
And on the cross he died.
Tho' turned away, I heard his plea,
FORGIVE THEM' was his cry."
"A gift, not earned, I gave to you,
Your sins tossed in abyss.
Now, with a speck that stains anew,
Your pleas are asked amiss."
"A sin you hide, without success,
All things are known to me.
Mercy flows not from your heart
For one that hinders thee."
"My presence is within your grasp,
I wish, with you, to live.
My mercy waits to cleanse your heart.
But first, YOU must forgive."
Categories:
well defined, faith, forgiveness, inspirational, me,
Form:
Rhyme
The Gulls’ cries shrill in the night
Onto my thoughts they impose
I envy their wings and their melancholy songs
Carried over the ill wind that blows
I am here grounded to my faults and I watch
Imagining where I would fly had I wings
Maybe I would hover over my homeland
Maybe it’s the same song I would sing
The endless sea of black calls them
As the gulls frantically fly overhead
I listen silently to the crashing of the waves
And wonder if I am alive or if I am dead
They cry out to me as if they are mocking me
As if my thoughts are commonplace and trite
I look away from them for a moment
And know that all is lost again tonight
Soon my flight will take place
And I am sure to soar up to the sun
I will scorch my wings trying
And I will surely come undone
New beginnings sometimes call for violent ends
And I might be wrong for wishing them true
But the exhausting day has not given me the sails
This trip to finally construe
The cobwebs are still here tonight
And the wine clouds my mind
Here I stay in my prison
With my borders very well defined
The sky looks untouchable
As do the majestic mountains ahead
In my sight the treacherous road
Which never has been tread
The gulls’ cries beckon me to look up again
The moon is hidden behind the clouds
As is my dream of soaring
In a veil of obscurity I shroud
Categories:
well defined, conflict, lonely, longing, solitude,
Form:
Rhyme
Like to be free from earthly debt,
Wake to mornings without regret,
No longer hear the babes that fret,
Be satisfied with where I'm set.
I'm a long ways from that place yet.
Still searching for a warm embrace
And for all that it could replace,
I've seen the cross fall from its base
When passing through another place.
I've not yet found amazing grace.
Stumble oft' on the gravel road,
Struggling hard with a heavy load.
Somewhere the future will explode,
High above this humble abode.
And still I'm faced with what is owed.
There are some which hunger for need
And others that plant from the seed.
One will follow and one will lead,
Once in awhile I'll hear them plead
For all the broken hearts that bleed.
Souls drift over seas of the mind,
Riding the waves once well defined.
Yesterday holds the secrets blind
To the futures not yet outlined.
Sometimes life is just so unkind.
Categories:
well defined, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Let me slip into the crevices of your mind
Implant myself within your memories
I want to experience your thought
process see how well defined
Curious as I express I’d have no regrets
I’d follow your memories back in time
To know you better those memories I’d climb
Wanting to know what made you “YOU”
Struggles you’ve overcome and all that you do
Past loves, friendships, pains, through
the process that determined it was
this person here that
would grace me
last soul searching decisions how you express,
your burdens, assertions, decisions you faced,
what gave you that WOW factor
I want to know you inside and out,
feel what you felt
I need to show you I won’t hide,
nor have any doubt
To reveal how you make me melt....
babe I want to know you so deep,
more than anyone else
So we can grow, weep, have fun,
see what cards your life dealt....
I want to know you and love you....
give you my best
Because my love
I must confess
you aren’t like the rest...
1/10/21
Categories:
well defined, desire, encouraging, love, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
Quote: “You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.” -- Mae West
Life's a puzzle, quite unknown,
With pieces lost and found anew.
The more you force the parts to align,
The more you see they don't quite knit.
Get out of the tangled web,
Step back, take a broader view,
And see life reveal its subtle aspects,
In the gaps and twists, you'll explore,
The art of living,
Well defined.
Categories:
well defined, life,
Form:
Grook
have you ever seen
a bird uncombed
or a kittens hair disshovled
is a lions mane unmanagable
or a rodents fur in stubbles
the wolves teeth
are always straight
never a miss aligne
and animals feet we always find
fur and claws well defined
the peacock and the parrots feathers
may never be refined
no dog or fish will ever lack
beauty for hair or fins misplaced
tusk and horns ballence an image
to an animals face
love and grace are given
because of place
and yet we know not
of their existance
as an animal race
can an animal care for theirs
like we care for ours
can an animal ask for care
without it's animal powers
was there a command
given of God
to do amazing things
to nurture to feed
protect and lead
without there being an exstream
yes this love
can be written
in the human heart
just as the bible says
how wonderful this love will be
when this love starts
(to be continued)
Categories:
well defined, age,
Form:
Alliteration
AN INTRODUCTION OF NEFREDA MARIA CASTLE OF THE BEAN PEOPLE
I am Nefreda Maria Castle of the Bean People.
Today, I feel appease and pleased by the peace I see in Giantvillism.
Giant and Maddy are an ordered paired in harmony in that they are structuring a meaningful world.
My husband, Jake, and my children; Jake. Jr., Nefreda Marie, and Joseph, and I have travelled afar to this beautiful existence beyond.
We bring unity in the belief of what the future holds for all of us.
Therefore, we are prepared for the troubles that confront us and we are armed to protect and defend each home front.
Nefreda Maria begins to sing…
A SELF-IMAGE
I am a lifespan.
I am a journey partook.
I am woman.
I am the light and the truth.
Within destiny, I strive for meaning and peace.
I am a schema of thorough belief -
A base of knowledge that breathes discovery.
I am life now and I am here to acclaim my own.
Imminently, I frame.
I am a niche in a divided space.
Proclamation of the existence of personal recourse –
I am a voice, a look, and an expression.
I am a Bean person.
In years to come and not beyond that, life will span.
The future I am not.
I am here to create a better tomorrow.
My destiny has not been perceived.
I am my creator.
Life formed for meaning.
Peace is an ideology.
I am a lifespan that endures.
I rather be rich than poor.
I am a self-image by the way I live.
Life is only a span of time.
The future is infinite.
I am here as I am now.
Bean people are limited.
Many bridges will be crossed.
Life formed to structure.
Within this medium, my life spans.
I am proclaiming my own.
My niche is well-defined.
I am a self-image refined.
______________________________|
Penned May 29, 2015!
Categories:
well defined, adventure, creation, children, kids,
Form:
Ballad
3/21/17
Is it going to be the low, high, wrong or right path?
Something I've grasped
You can't get any time back
Days and nights just might pass
Quite fast
The weather and intentions of people colder than ice packs
Humans kill and fight over cash
Just like that
In more or less than five flat
How quickly some will put a knife in your back
Trying to set you up in some kind of trap
Regardless of if it leaves all ties slashed
Too many have little to no regard for life and laugh
And it is not by chance
Sometimes due to a leak in a line of gas
Explosions caused after one striked a match
Usually causing damage and a bright flash
Medicines made by plants
Occasional ocean waves with white caps
Vague and very well defined maps
Crude and fine crafts
Dotted, single colored and striped hats
Near and far from spice racks
As well as any spyglass or wine glass
There was different types of bats
Inside a mineshaft
A sack of rice sat
Ending up becoming a nice snack
For several sighted or blind rats
A house with orange, grey , black and white cats
And nine mats
Several windows ajar so there is a slight draft
In the sky photographed
Another unidentified craft
Not going to give this a timestamp
While using a stihl trimmer to slice the grass
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
well defined, poetry, rap, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
The summer winds caress my skin.
Teardrops like squeezed lemon drops spill.
A joy ride down my cheeks.
Joy emancipated from sadness speaks
Splash, it splatters on the ground.
A crown like structure in slow motion seen.
Life cannot tarry, to embrace.
A little care, a little concern.
Love needs constant care.
But life is too busy looking fair.
A day has no divide.
No night or day defined.
Just doing my best, looking good.
My life is a unread book.
Money power within my fist.
Dreams are within my reach.
If only I can purchase my vision.
Like when I was a kid.
As a kid my prince swept me off my feet.
Was Caressed and cuddled and spoilt.
My dreams retold before I sleep.
I slept peacefully cuddling my dreams.
Knowing, I was within the reach, of his powerful arms.
Always there to break my fall.
Growing up was so swell, so much fun.
All my passions like roller coaster ride, up and down.
Teenage trauma like actors on a stage.
Well scripted parts Played.
Dialogues written by likes of Shakespeare in his plays.
Memories kept in my notepad archived.
Password protected from curious minds.
Visiting the saloon as often as I could.
Changing fashion to suite the current style.
Movies, picnics, sleepovers and dates.
Boys will be boys, society said.
I was strong enough to defend myself of their carnal need.
And time passes by defining my fate.
Now I am a grown up woman in full bloom.
My career well defined.
Insecurities in this world of Patriarchy everyday face.
Lewd remarks of macho fashion brace.
Learnt to brave these obnoxious moments day after day.
My moral fiber strengthened beyond grace.
But somewhere, deep within myself there is this void.
Need for love of a different kind.
The warm embrace of arms to comfort me.
Strength of arms to catch my fall.
Nimble fingers to caress and cuddle me.
A kind voice to strengthen me when l am weak.
A gentle voice that can whisper words of love.
A heart that can love me for what I am.
In books and movies have known of this type.
But in real life, I doubt, I can really find, that kind?
If, I should wait..? I don’t mind the wait.
And suffer, ignominy of society.
Do I follow the doctrine of natural selection..?
I don't think so..! My heart and soul have a mind if their own.
And so it shall be.
Categories:
well defined, how i feel, woman,
Form:
Free verse
While shopping for groceries, this sweet young filly
Bent over which made me act very silly
Accidentally bumped her behind
Which was quite well defined
Starting stuttering and stammering involuntarily
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
well defined, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Hold the beauty of the desert
it's wind cold
pristine
blanketing wide expanse
reckoning
awake to drifted thoughts
blown endless across plateaus silent far
where distant dreams painted in the sand
draw close with longing
like lips across a rose
eager for the touch of soft deep colors
well defined in quiet self repose
or the purple of the sky
now stayed together
the hazed sun orange red against.
Categories:
well defined, nature, nostalgia, places, longing,
Form:
Imagism