Culminated Poems | Examples

Fulcrum of a Rose

Underneath the earth, she starts
A budding, not yet known
A seed planted, unfinished, unloved

Roses grow best with bright sun and regular water
All of which she’s been denied
The fulcrum of a rose indeed passed her by
And headed towards the unhidden, the undamaged
Her companions illuminated
Their blooms mere reminders of her shriveled form

Until one day
One rare, unlikely day
The sun rose and landed on her
The rain fell just right
So she could finally taste it too

Her petals came alive, her thorns as well
She finally flourished
Her blooms came late
But her blossoms were just as sweet
Her companions began to wither
Their life cycle was complete

But still, she stood
Tall and bright in a sea of death
Flourishing amongst those she once envied
Her delay had made her strong
And every hardship, struggle, and stunt
Now culminated in creating her entire being
Indeed, the fulcrum of a rose did not pass her by
It came right on time

Do some s plaining

As a young child I fondly recall
tuning into Desi Arnez and Lucille Ball.
Their chemistry was great and brought
many a guffaw.
Lucy always stumbled in to comical pitfalls,
which culminated in to marital quarrels.
Desi's broken English, always saying,
"Lucy, you got to do some s plaining."
Yet there's nothing funny nor deserving
of a rhyme when one recalls T's presidency
and the rise of hate crimes..
The threats to volunteers who worked at
our polls nor to Mr. Pelosi's tragic hammer blows..
The January 6th attack on our Capitol police,
many still badly traumatized, several now deceased.
Mr. D. Trump has the audacity to want another reigning.
It's time for his MAGA buddies to "do some s plaining."

Zen Mode

beginning an action spontaneously
then choosing to pause in mid flight
throb germinated but not culminated
attention poised in agendalessness
in this vibrant void of no-thingness
is where we dwell, oh worthy hermit

The Power of Words

Words Outlive

Culminated at a cease, a fate sealed tight.
Raise your thirst for fiction to set issues right.
Bestow on doubt with each dense mental wave.
Deception grips and reasoning cannot save.

Words that are both memorable and bold.
Attracts awareness, but the truth can't be told.
Because words outlive the time they are said.
And acts must follow aiming to be truly read.
 
So let us not be misled by meaningless talk.
or pledges that were offered but never chalk.
Words are potent, but actions speak louder.
And it is by the actions that we truly empower

Evil Woman

Blemished
She lives with dishonour;
Besmirched
With hate, she’s surrounded
Broken-down
Her fate was thrown into darkness.

She is the mother of evil
A scum-bag of a woman
A lowlife
A rotter
She deserves death;
An eye for an eye.


In response to the mother who abused and starved her one-year-old son until he suffered a ‘horrific’ death, then sobbed about it on Facebook.

Tonika Willoughby, 28, is said to have inflicted appalling and ultimately fatal cruelty on her toddler over an extended period of time, which culminated in his death at her home in Labadieville, Louisiana, on November 9. 2020

A Facebook page that appears to belong to Willoughby 
She posted: ‘November 09, 2020, is. 
Da worst day of mah life,’ on the day of the toddler’s death.

The Christmas Purpose

The Christmas Purpose 
By: Miracle Man
December 6, 2021

For fear of offending another, and starting a fray,
many don’t say Merry Christmas, but Happy Holiday.

A commercialized holiday often void of Christ’s name,
Leaving Jesus out of Christmas is a foolhardy game.

Jesus came, was virgin birthed, in a far away stable,
accomplishing for mankind what no other was able.

His earthly life was culminated at a forlorn cross,
making man opportunity to expunge all his dross.

Christmas has become a giving and merriment season,
too many have forgotten that Jesus is the reason.

Hope

Hope

By ROSTI

When the days were dark
With illness and death all around,
Hope lay dormant - 
A lamp hidden under a bushel
Of despair.

But it still gave it’s light
To allow the man to go on.
How this happened
Was that the man was certain
There was meaning in the meaningless.

He often created his own meaning,
Certain of that hidden light.
The light waiting to be uncovered,
Placed on a lamp stand
To light the room of his life.

There was a certainty that the light was there
Just unseen - like a tree might make a sound 
As it fell in a forest
Although no one was there to hear.
A light of potential.

Love removed the bushel.
Time and blessings upon blessings
Acted as that lamp stand.
Faith kept the feet of his life
Plodding one step ahead of the last.

And when that light shone
All of those blessings
Culminated in a cacophony of grace
Abundantly poured out
Flowing like honey

Into every crack…

© Richard A. Martin, Jr., MD, CPC, 2017

Atlanta Shootings

There were some more hate crimes the other day.
Eight unfortunate victims had their lives blown away.
The murders happened at spas around Atlanta.
This is the largest city in the southeastern state of Georgia.
It seems Asian-Americans all over our nation
have been targeted with crimes and racial discrimination.
This has culminated into an unfortunate growing trend.
It seems racially-motivated hatred will never see an end.

From a news story on aol.com

Fatima Extinguishes Freedom

Culminated cloud cluster promotes ghost apparition 
Robed in purity unearthly, portrayed as only option 
Virgin white vision given blindly adopted approbation 
Vulnerable youngsters succumb to scare doctrine


Commanding loyalty to solitary living love, avoidance
Real application sways wavering suitable standard 
Message to refrain from rambunctious enjoyed by us
Marries happy with demean mist canon demanded


Susceptible pious victims of supercilious Lady Fatima
Follow sparse path shadowed in shame, illiteracy
Denied desire, myth written inhibits discerning latitude 
Dogma's reason thinly rationed induces celebacy


Discipline within cage fears imminent mire of purgatory 
Unlocked box predicts scrutiny of scare strung thesis
Indulging choice embraces mortal meridian exploratory 
Ridicule of able arm splint, creed's hypnosis releases






                  21st October 2020 
         Written for Contest : Fatima
      Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann

Amid Falling Leaves

Demise of Summer crushed by time
                 Impatient branches bare themselves 
                   Stilled by awareness of impermanence 
                     Crispy leaf meets mates' disintegration 

                    Decay of softening debris feeds furthering
               Intact stem faithfully departs its life source
           Slippery black moulder begins project
         Culminated rotting holds promise

             Discarded friends have served dutifully 
                Instilled with sturdy knowledge of tenure
                   Shading resplendant trembling team offers
                       Cosy habitat for harbouring creatures 

                   Drifting ruin accepts wild's arrival 
              Imminent Winter hurls vehemence 
        Shifted season defeats the previous 
     Compulsed assets begin next task

     Autumn drives Spring, broken by slowing 
             Resplendent hues shake in conversation 
                    Due relinquish brings their descendants


                        26th July 2020 Free Verse
                Written for Contest: 
        Pick A Title 20 Vol 3
  Sponsor:  Edward Ibeh

Solace

Stinking of time
Became detrimental...

The devil dweled inside
Haunted me and and everything

All my guns started blazing
To harness it back

Culminated in SOLACE.

Life's Dream

Life's

                           Sweet dream

                             Culminates

                           With advent of

                                 Death!*








© Demetrios Trifiatis
     30 March 2019 


1,2,3,4,1.

* Tribute to a dear cousin of mine that her life's dream 
culminated yesterday! R.I.P dearest Matina!

My Flower Fascinated

I left that red rose on her dressing desk
But found in the evening as untouched but dried
Tho' I reminded not to forget among her other task
Unable to control emotions, my soul too cried

I just asked her what did happen
She could realize now the blunder
She said sorry and began to reopen
Mind, as busy chores led her remain blinder 

Both of us felt the pain
Since silence ruled our home
Next two days too went in vain
Rose was let to remain as same

Rose was in same solid soft state
It looked with same pride and beauty 
Both of us wished the pain to abate
As the rose smiled at us, like naughty

Surprisingly she took the flower as fascinated
Lifted it lightly like a treasure
Upon her blonde tresses, it culminated 
Later she shielded it safe, to treasure!

Thus an end ended with a new beginning
Lovers failed are there
With lack of understanding and balancing
But love failed is never!




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The Forbidden Heroes

Hawker Hurricane was his plane.
 Karubin was chasing a German fighter
 at tree top level, when his Hurricane
 had run out of ammunition.
 
Karubin closed the distance
 and climbed right above
 the German fighter,
 who crashed into the ground
 
when he had seen, underside of Hurricane 
within arm’s reach of his cockpit.
 The German pilot tried to avoid the collision,
 reducing altitude without precision.
 
In 1944 on D-Day,
 he and all members of his Squadron 303
 flew many times
 over the landing beaches.
 
Division 303 used its Spitfires
 on various ground attack missions
 on V-1 and V-2 launch sites,
 located in the Netherlands.
 
Pilots from Squadron 303
 claimed 126 kills in six weeks,
 had 7 their pilots killed and 5 badly wounded,
 but were not invited

 to London Victory Parade in 1946
 and Western betrayal of their country
 culminated upon taking half of their homeland -
 braking morale of the broken winners.

Culmination Reached

One day to have in your heart
Trying to keep all things possible
Playing the tunes in your mind
You reach the top of the mountain
And shout the greatest words
Which of wisdom come from within
Where you have successfully reached
Higher grounds than ever before
And now can soar higher than a bird
Beyond the symmetry of alignment
You have reached the pinnacle of life
The farthest bounds of your mind
And culminated the rings of knowledge
Into wise moments of realizations
That life isn't just books and words
Its full of twists and turns that speak
Towards your heart, keeping it sane
Is the right way the moon expresses
The truth of reality, and you've reached
That realm, by your highest potentials

Russell Sivey

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