Bio Image Poems | Examples
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Into a meadow,
I stopped by a gate
I often happened this way
Upon the stile I lent my arms,
Closing my eyes for a while
It often happened this way
Deep in my mind's eye
A vision,clear as day
They oftimes happen this way
This face of a man,
Had become known to me
I began (1987) & continue to walk in His way.
Women.Is this the same couple whose video got viral right?
Man.Yes,they seem like them.
Wife.Shamsher please,People are looking at us.
Husband.Let them look,I am not scared of anyone.
Man.Taking couple photo with his mobile Phone.
Husband.What were you doing?
Man.Taking your Picture.
Husband.Let's take it again.
Man.I clicked it by mistake.
Husband.Is this automatic camera?
Man.I am sorry.
Wife.Its okay please go and sit on your seat..
Note.Celebrities are Public Property.
L ynn is how my name’s pronounced
I ntegrity and imagination the ideals
N otably nostalgic on occasion
E clectic maybe even a little eccentric
M otivated by a playful muse
O pen-minded at times obstinate
N o fancy pseudo nom de plume
I ntolerant to painful platitudes
Q uality time ideally by a fireplace
U nbridled passion for photography
E mbrace uplifting peaceful views
G rateful a constant state of mind
A rt aficionado to the core
U nconventional and proud of it
T echnologically challenged tenderfoot
H appy hibernating in cozy hideouts
I nfatuated with the infinite and all that’s zen
E nergetic when it comes to writing poetry
R acing to the finish line to leave a legacy
AP: 2nd place 2021, 3rd place 2021, 3rd place 2020, 3rd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2023, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on April 30, 2020 for contest I AM: A LIST BIO CHALLENGE sponsored by ANDREA DIETRICH - RANKED 2ND
Image of God
Made in the image
The Book says..
Then arises our
Dilemma of conditioning:
We look for God in
Our body-image..
And our mind exclaims:
Why not..? What's next..?
But of conditioning beware..!
The Book also says: I Am
With nothing beside..
Bringing shock and awakening:
Our body-image dances
Within and As
I am...
Still lost
I am still lost in the ghost of you;
Waiting on a sun to shine again.
I see you, creeping into my mind’s view;
I cannot keep pushing you away.
All mentions of the long forgotten dreams,
Instantly rearrange whenever your picture is seen.
You always seemed to be so serene,
But clearly that was not the truth.
Inside you held a tormented being
And your demons only ever sang the blues.
You could have written poetry, but your heart was never listening.
You could have stayed and lived in harmony,
But now nobody will ever hear you sing.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Belief
Metamorphosis; can I really get a witness?
Searching for a loving kiss, waiting here for her lips.
Love makes your face change,
Getting better with age.
Happy days are back again.
The truth is the only way.
What more can I say?
Lover evolution; love’s an institution.
A body lies alone, lacking devotion.
One hand needs a second,
Fates date is pre-beckoned.
Death is always calling,
Tired of always falling.
Fighting the mortal coil,
Hoping to plant in the soil.
Waiting for life to grow.
Trying to hold a precious soul.
Words become pictures,
They could write a story of pure bliss,
But nobody would ever believe in it.
So tell me what I should think.
Faith in the faithless,
Apathy requires less.
This life I lead has been one Hell of a test.
Maybe I’m not ready yet.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Resourceful
Libidinous slacker resilient convict
Sister of Chad Destiny Trevor Linus and Ray
Lover of freedom fiction and vodka
Who feels insignificant hopeful and incongruent
Who fears rejection withdrawal attachment
Who would like to see acceptance publication serenity
Resident of nowhere
Scribbler
Written 01-28-19
Writing Challenge 2, Bio Form, January 2019 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
I could not write your wrongs.
I cannot list your faults.
I only know that you are gone.
You never saw the future I pictured, I built.
Inside my mind a house exists,
A garden of roses, climbing ivy,
Hopeful sunflowers catch the sun.
There are dreams you can try to resist,
But in the end the only story that interests me is a true romance.
A true love story. A story about love.
You will never know of my heart
And the crater you left as you crashed through my soul.
I could never truly say what I think you are,
Because words could not exist to help you love me.
I have no way to try; so I must let you go.
Your love is his and memories are all the reminders I have of you now.
Fantasies that could never be;
My fictional bliss.
My never was.
My never will be.
My promise to forget is written down.
It will stand there until the end of time.
Written in ink, if I ever think,
Just one line…
I loved you,
Is all that it said.
Pictures in paintings, no longer remaining,
I am removing this vision from my head…
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
It wriggled neath the thick dark mud
A small tadpole not yet a stud
Arms and legs not quite formed
Eyes still blind head deformed
Covered with a coat of slime
To keep him warm and alive
No more time to eat or drink
Sleepy eyes droop and wink
Three months of dreams under mud
Soon to awake a reptilian stud
With full legs a body and croak so deep
Now a bullfrog he awake from his sleep
The first full moon of spring
Reptilian delight the peepers' bring
All sexes dance beneath the moon
Croaking a delightful tune
Speak to me.
Your accent brings a smile to my face.
You make the words more beautiful.
I could happily listen to you talk about anything
And I would be amazed at the language you speak,
As it appears to be tangible.
I want to pluck your words from the air before they drift away.
I want to lift you up from any despair;
No harm should ever be sent your way.
I want to save you.
I will try to amaze you by telling you my truth;
I dream about you.
Well, not exactly you; just the image I have formed,
Of the ideal woman. She stands out from the norm,
For she is rather extraordinary.
I hope you are her; I have been waiting patiently,
For love to find me; I’m oh so ready to embrace love.
Are you made for me? Because I am love in human form.
If I were to become yours, would you want to be adored?
And cherished and kissed and merry and picked
Ahead of all others?
My chosen, let’s watch Frozen,
So I can hear the voice of an angel.
I have no need to change the channel.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
The Phantom of the Opera.
It may sound strange, but the books don’t work
And I am all out of luck.
I would start again if I could meet another Her,
But that time has all been loved.
A second chance at a once true love.
I am not just another fish in the sea.
I would give love back, if I only could
And then, maybe, you could love me.
Never to be attained,
Only seen through sunglasses and reflections of yourself.
If we are both the same, then you too cannot be saved,
From this self-inflicted, back-firing love spell.
I am cursed, to speak in verse,
Like a haunting message from beyond the grave.
Without love I would never have tried to be heard
And you would never have known my name.
Some people say love lets us know,
But I think it blinds my eyes.
When I am old and grey, the me you think you owe,
Will be a long time gone, up into the sky.
I desire no thanks, because I took a chance,
That the words would fall into place.
I am a selfish humane man, who never learned how to dance,
Because of my Phantom of the Opera face.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Soon forgotten
When I awake, my dreams disappear from my memory.
I wish I could see what I have already seen,
Inside my head, inside my dreams;
But those images are no longer there to be seen.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Strutting with swagger while singing along.
I am the epitome of arrogance a hundred percent strong.
Trying my dynasty to destine the cause,
I formed a voice of expression.
Walking in mediums to speak to the crowd,
My poetic mien capitalized.
I am a Diva now.
This demeanor was everlasting as I learnt the score.
I epitomized to be discovered.
I published my poetry in a philosophical style,
A rhetorical performer renowned writes about religion, politics, and life.
Quixotic philosopher orates to down-to-earth people today.
Fulfilling a void that may have manifested via slavery.
Palpable to mind, body, and soul as the words she speaks inner cores.
A Poetry Diva and a voice -
A political powerhouse has been a canon among us.
Her swan song is in perpetuity.
A s
S tandards suggest
W e must live life to its fullest
A s
N oetic beings
S o we can form vision to explore
O f life and of recourse.
N oesis possess.
G odspeed we are within.
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Scribe August 26, 2015!
Train my love oh train my love.
My train doesn’t flame.
It burns deeply inside.
In my heart I am happy.
Train my love oh train my love.
Your coach swings.
Swing by concussion.
Train my love oh train my love.
Train my love.
Continue your services.
Oh train my love.
Train my love!
This is poem is declaimed in Malay and originally written in Malay as “Keretapiku Sayang” during the “Garisan Landasan Sabah 2014” program on 28-30 March in the Sabah Railway from KK-Tenom in conjunction with the Visit Malaysia 2014. Different national and international artist comes together to showcase their talent. Please visit Sabah, Malaysia and taste the happiness in this train.