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I apologize at any unintentional
flagitious, egregious,
deleterious et cetera and
atrocious (asper wording),
which accidental faux pas
toward an allpoetry participant
named skypriceireland, who brand
did me with
crookedly unflattering feedback,
and practically demand
did, an explanation,
which hoop fully
clarifies intended feedback,
thus aye expand
utmost sincerity and perceives
how my anger got fanned
when purposeful intent grand
lee and roundly surmising
if the Jesse (un-named child) referenced
in the poem played
an influential invisible hand
as the whims of children
can be so inventive
absent any parental oversight
to inveigle being baited
from kiddie make believe island
a desired outcome, rather
exclaim with com manned
double delight at such un-planned
Hi Yo Silver braying ejaculation,
thus upon this
expostulation I stand.
In a Void of Emptiness, I Found a Dream : that did not belong to Me
You may call it Curiosity, but I decided “to Dream that “LOST “, Dream
As my Eyelids became Heavy with Sorrow : A Fatal Accident I would See.
Let me figure this out : A Beloved Has been Taken by a Tear, so it seems
A Sibling, A Sister , A Friend, A Companion, A HEART of a HEART
A Memory : Living FOREVER; Thriving on the TEARS of the Past
I did not Know YOU ; “Suzanne” but by Proxy, by YOUR Sisters’ Heart
I have someone very Dear, in Heaven: also “will YOU say Hello when You Pass
Inspired by LOVE for SIBLINGS : Dedicated To ~ Constance ~ A Rambling POET~~
Author's Note : If I am Wrong in the wording of this POEM, Constance, Pleease tell
me and I will delete LOVE , ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Liege, with LOVE...HG
(Harry)
Anna is the name that's mine
Banana is the witty rhyme
Clever was the one to find
Different words that sound so fine
Ending every other line
Flowing, they become Devine
Glowing as they intertwine
Helping to make up one's mind
If they will stand the test of time
Just in case, your ears are blind
Knowing it, should ease your mind
Limits help you, to align
Many thoughts, you must assign
Numeric, alphabetic, or by rhyme
Options vary, but are confined
Poetry must be defined
Questions answered, every time
Riddles only some can find
Stanzas, group several lines
Take it from the grapevine
Unique wording will spellbind
Vulnerable souls, when combined
With poetic thought, behind
X marks the place in time
You find the niche where you shine
Z was predestined to end this rhyme
People can save the world by the way they think and by the way they behave and what they hold to be important. By Cyndi Lauper
To utterly assume someone else's position
Hide under a mask and retain your volition
Put on fresh skin all the way over your body
Lead as the other one goes, tamed by the toddy
To utterly put oneself in other people's shoes
First, pick the cut and fabric he would peruse
Then you travel along the route he has chosen
Scoot your inner biases and set your heart frozen
You need to pick exact spells and praise
And fresh benchmarks are bound to amaze
Alter the family, loop of friends, and hairstyle
Then you buy a whole hot attire and a smile
How about wording, etiquette, and culture?
It's tedious, as others can opine you're a vulture
You then put his clothes and shoes on the shelf
And determine that you ought to be yourself
You, in turn, understand his previous utterances
You also cease judging and tallying preferences
You draw judgments and then forsake him as well
As you shine up your own lumpy skills, can't you tell?
Written: April 12, 2024
Write A Poem As Someone Else Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
A testament to Prince
Prince, I saw your vision in the purple rain
And in that moment, I knew you were in no more pain
You graced us with your presence and filled our hearts with love
With your unbounded talent
That came from straight above
You left us sad and broken
And now we have no peace
But together we will strengthen
And our grief will cease
Oh thank you Prince for everything you’ve shared with the human race
We’ll treasure your gift of music
We’ll miss your handsome face
The heavens are rejoicing
And there you’ve found a home
And in that place you joined there
You never are alone
We never will forget you
Your voice will never die
And we will look forever
Into that purple sky
And so we will remember
How richer our earth is
Because Prince Rogers Nelson
Indeed he did exist
Rest well our purple angel
We love you with all our hearts
And we will meet in heaven
And then, we’ll never part
Hi there, Thanks for creating this contest!
I have been with "Poetry Soup" for a couple of years now. I really love "Poetry Soup" because the comments from other poets are genuine and provide wonderful feedback. I am so glad I found Poetry Soup.
The poem, "A Testament to Prince" started it all for me. I have been profoundly moved and devastated by the loss of Prince Rogers Nelson. After he passed away, I began writing poems which were dedicated to him and then eventually evolved into other subjects. I was so inspired that I wrote a poetry book, entitled, "The Microcosm of Poetry". I am in the process of completing my second book. I think my poetry has grown significantly. I have been reading works of other poets. I have also been studying poetry by reading books about it. I think my new poems have better wording and are tighter. I mainly write in lyric or free verse form, but I am always learning! I sincerely hope that you enjoy my first poem on this website.
Thank you for reading my poem and entry. Sincerely, Alona Perlin.
with frost's chill ginko's leaves turn gold
arctic rush of cold air leaves tree bare
orginal wording :
with frost's chill ginko's leaves turn gold
arctic rush of cold air, leaves leaves bare
orginal wording's meaning:
We had frost and the Ginko's leaves turn gold.
Then we had a blast of arctic cold air of about 20 degrees which turned some of the
leaves black or brown devoiding them of their beautiful color in other words the leaves' color was bare...The Ginko dropped her leaves the next day..
“Paste”
by Positive Mark
At times, I find it difficult to call myself a poet.
Can such a grandiose tag be placed on a recluse?
It’s one thing to possess a passion for words,
quite another to put them to use.
Political climates produce frigid spells, intended to get on your case.
Busted relationship matters that swell into masks that I wear on my face.
The pieces of man and his harsh incantations
The heartbreak of vixens revealed at this station
The murder of music
The horn blasts of sports
The sight of my girl’s daughter prancing in shorts
The use of two eyes, while ignoring the third
The smoking and toking of each broken word
The hairdo
The smile
The swagger
The butt
My slip on the grip left a kid in her gut
The Black on Black crime
The innocents shot
The infrared beam never placed in one spot
The wording
The phrasing
The stories we tell
The eloquent way to tell you “Go to Hell!”
The grease on my lips
The holes in my shoes
The deep crystal stare, tryna find Langston Hughes
The coffee
The creamer
The over used pot
The anguish of wanting to be what I’m not
The piping hot liquor that burns in my chest
The rhyme at the Devil’s behest
I’ve discarded pieces of my broken soul with the chaff on my living room floor.
The poetry virus just cannot be killed, so the hurt ones can even the score.
Peace.
To distort or corrupt: It can mean
negatively altering something
from its normal or proper state
like prejudice warping a person's judgment..
Playing with his words, making him understand her lingo
she then try to get him to understand how
things were and who her allegiance was with.
He had ;had several project that were failed due to certain
reasons.Finding people to take him serious wasn't easy.
They often act like they know what you are doing and understand what you are trying to
accomplish.
But in reality they are all spies and grifters.
Undermining you and taking advantage of you.
They will use you in there stories to explain there disposition.
While advance forward they will make sure you are
sent backwards toward
a point you never knew you were ever in. When people create your story using there timelines
you are often lied about to fit into a defined wording.
'The Black Hole Appeared" does the observer share the responsibility of the
Blackholes existence and is he liable do to his knowledge of
it being there? Should he quit his observance to say that stopping it is futile? Is the ration there to quit what he is doing to make those who know him think he has learned some lesson by making pretend it isn't there?
.Captain Wiggen Duex DeBout of the Charter Ship (spacecraft)U>S>S> Evock
Charter Class.
they began using coins that were never minted before to allow passage through the Blackhole.
"It saves us 22 weeks of travel how dare they not let us in!" "Where do we find thius currency?"
"Auto-Warp-Warp (defined!)Distorting,twisting and turning, manipulation of the fabric of space! Abandoned this thought this notion!"
I'm the worst poet that's ever been.
Worst poet, and don't you know it.
I write for the world, to read my words.
I write for the world, which feels my hurt.
My spelling is awful.
For which I'm ungrateful.
My wording's like dirt.
For which I'm unfaithful.
I'm the worst poet that's ever been.
Worst poet, and don't you know it.
My pencils are broken.
My pen's out of ink.
My wording is lacking.
They think I'm a fink.
A stoolpigeon writer.
Where things could be brighter.
Without so much laughter.
Because that's what they're after.
I'm the worst poet that's ever been.
Worst poet, and don't you know it.
The worst poet that's ever been..
Worst Poet-Humorous Poetry by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1999,2014..All Rights Reserved.
I word the blood that freed our land
breathing opens minds which are
partly insane
popping midnight blue on cue
splattering palms moist
hoisting what is true
onto blank page as unhealed rage
this theatre an expanded oyster
Pearl becoming translucent
¥¥
glows pink silver the waiting Pearl to hurl
theatre seats are empty cold
rage evaporating with poverty
Truth speculatively mature
palms wrinkled warmly
cool blue a crying sky afar surfing
insanity protected his Heart
my blood runs a River of Stories
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