Collected Poems | Examples

Mr Calm, Cool and Collected

        Pick on me. I stay calm
        Insult my family. I stay cool
        Hit me as hard as you dare.
                              I stay collected

        Anger never does me any good
        Never solves a single problem
           My face turns crimson-red
           and I make things worse instead

        So, I've given up fiery outrage
           for the countenance of a sage

COLLECTED CONVERSE-Converse

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Collective converse
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Referencing channing collective communication

1/1/24
Written words James Edward Lee Sr 2024

Collected Tears

Lay your head on my shoulders
shed as many tears as you want 
cause your tears are being collected 
for all your troublesome. 
God puts them in a bottles 
and keeps each shed tear 
he'll bring joy for your mourning
 if you trust and hold him dear. 
Don't be ashamed let them all out
 he cares about the things that concern you 
that's what our  Father's love is all about

Collected Pain

At first the pain was too damn bad
to say that I would live
Until the chance to add some more
came knocking on to give

And I would say of course for sure
I certainly need more
And respect the need to want and blow
my mind to add to horror

So now I claim I'm P.T.S.
and I can go insane
Ignoring all I did that day
when I was sure to blain

Concept Corrected and Connected and Brains Collected

in again had clocked
thoughts from my mind had been blocked
my brain tightly locked

concept corrected
mind with body connected
my brains collected

had been head scratcher
not ever virus catcher
be of sound stature

seen in state of shock
we had checked out cattle stock
chip off the old block

poem up contriving
did see bird which was diving
find more food striving

masks decomposing
them should be reimposing
properly disposing

when things went to waste
they will have done with much haste
did not meet our taste

books stored side by side
none of them will want to hide
read them all have tried

about quanon
always wished that it was gone
start a bright new dawn

a brief nap I took
read one more page in my book
about Trump being crook

on you God will grow
my Bible has told me so
did fight off each foe

ingenuity
should buy an annuity
in community

at wheel may have dosed
to virus we were exposed
whole house should be hosed

Mr Cool and Collected

What is his secret? They asked me.
I had no idea. 
He was an anomaly to me.

I had worked with him for years
Nothing ruffled him
He never got excited

He drank out of a red plaid thermos.
With tiny specks of yellow.
Had for over ten years.


What’s in the thermos? They asked me.
We plotted and planned.
I stole it after lunch on Tuesday.

Ice I told them. Just plain ice.
No wonder he is so cool,
he has ice in his veins.

Calm Cool and Collected

If fun became  our daily life’s M.O., 
If pure joy turned into status quo, 
What then would be our aspiration drive 
To make the world a better place to thrive? 

If we nest in a cocoon of serene, 
If grass on either side is ever green, 
How would we cope with unforeseen extremes 
When life turns out not to be what it seems? 

Along the winding road joy may not steer 
Calm cool and collected - most stable gear. 
 
February 14, 2021

Collected Sounds

I wonder how I came to be
My inner self's best symphony
I started out with sweet, sweet blends
Inclined to avoid the long-held ends.

Came those days of anxious fears
They characterized my middle years
When sustaining wage and family
Was all I ever deigned to see.

Somewhere along my merry way
I collected noises where'er they lay
Unaware they gathered in my brain
They caused me neither joy nor pain.

They lingered there throughout my life
And now they play me like a fife
I wonder how I came to be
This amalgam of cacophony.


FIRST PLACE WINNER
Brian Strand's Contest 
on Poetry Soup

Collected By Sunshine

Rambling of thought
                 scatters on breeze 
Collected by sunshine that naps in the trees

Some are sweet memories
                         floating on air
Some are the dreams that I dream, if I dare


Gambling of thought
                 tumbles with ease
          Carried by birdsong, an owl overseas

Many are hopeful
         for good times to share
   Many are troubled, obsessed with despair 


Scrambling of thought
                    drifts to appease
     Walking, my mind is ahead of my knees

And I am so grateful
                       as I am aware
                How lucky I am to be, anywhere

Poems Collected In a Big Clutter

Poems Collected in a Big Clutter

My poems collected in a big clutter,
And mind worries and does shutter;
A real whiz,
Thinks he is;
Found Trump had his in the gutter.

Jim Horn

Memories Collected

Collect memories born from earth's joy, that beyond seasons they'll live on...


The Last Line for Silent One
12/28/2018

Forces Found Collected and Combined and More

Forces Found Collected and Combined

Forces were found collected and combined;
Either would go with or had been left behind;
Could consider,
Some a quitter;
They also had an option to be reassigned.

Jim Horn

Plant Seeds of Sin 

There are those who  God always leads;
On earth sin and then plant their seeds,
Were bitter, 
And a quitter;
What we will end up with are wild weeds.

Jim Horn

When we went on the expedition,
There was too much competition,
Animals all gone,
To dusk from dawn,
And also, not  enough ammunition.

Jim Horn

Collected Thoughts

This line
may be unimportant
it's little wonder, it's what I get,
and yet....
it is that,

at this point,
not that,
that slips away,
to play, 
and reply,
Such as it is.
That's all.

She Collected Sea Shells, I Collected Sand - Repost

She collected sea shells, I collected sand

She collected sea shells,
I collected sand
She searched for the perfect one
I reached down my hand

I carried a bucket
A basket she did whirl
Mine was filled with tiny grains 
Hers with mother of pearl

She came out each morning
Me, just late at night
She adored the sunrise
I loved the moon light

Then one day it happened
My alarm clock didn’t ring
I woke to a rising sun
It was the weirdest thing

I ran down to the shoreline
My bucket in my hand
It’s then I saw her gorgeous face
While I collected sand

I found a perfect seashell
And watched her eyes grow wide
She held out her basket
I placed the shell inside

Then she reached down before me
And gathered in her hand
I held out my bucket
She filled it up with sand

And now each day and evening
We walk along the shore
She told me that she loves me
And her I do adore

So if you see us out there
Strolling hand in hand
Know...she’s collecting sea shells
And I’m collecting sand


This is one I posted when I first arrived here, I thought I'd share it again. :)

Cool Calm and Collected

8/14/16


Currently scientist believe there is around ten dimensions
In the future could there be less than seven or more than eleven?

Particles and matter all around us every second
Some light rays are reflected
This is well known and documented

Before, during, after the day and night ended
Cool, calm and collected
With my methods
In any direction
Staying perceptive
To what is the most effective
Even by means that are inventive

By using my peripheral, intuition and senses
As everything commences
On either side of the fences

Oh well, still many questions
And learning lessons

While a lot of mountains and hilltops were crested
Certain opportunites augmented

They say all dogs go to heaven
Is that true or just a so- called legend?

Colors blended
Leaving a beautiful impression
While some devices and stars oriented

By: Dalton Ogletree

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