Everyone's heard the story
Of how the world began
How God created all in seven days
On the seventh day He took a restful stand
And God said "let there be light"
On day 1 God said "let the darkness
Divide from the light"
On the left darkness was the vast universe
The light was the promise of a bright future
And it took its place on the right
ON day 2 God divided the water
Seven times to make the seas
From it came the mightiest rivers
And the tiniest streams
On Day 3 God divided the valleys
From the peaks
Up grew the green grass and the
Yellow flowers (the beauty of nature
That everyone seeks)
On day 4 God divided the brightness
He made the sun, the moon and the stars
He sprinkled the stars against the night
so that to reach them
Never seemed very far
On day 5 God divided His praying hands
To cover the empty land
Fish swam the rivers
Beasts roamed the prairies
Birds flocked together in a strand
On day 6 God divided "lonely" from "life"
He scooped up the clay to make a man
And a rib from man's side made his wife
On day 7 God rested
(I'm sure He thought about all He'd done
and thought it would be the perfect place
to raise His only Son)
Categories:
mightiest, absence, appreciation, beautiful, care,
Form: Rhyme
When I am tired, sad, lonely, bored, or depressed
I remind myself to bring out Mightiest Me.
Mightiest Me is joyful, excited and thrilled with life.
She loves being unleashed; we laugh together upon arrival.
How can you do it? Some ask me. I have a few answers.
I know how awful it was before I summoned Mightiest Me.
I could stay in a blue funk, sad for hours, days, then weeks.
I did not get dressed or greet people. I wanted to sleep.
I guess I invented Mightiest Me to pull me up.
To give me pep talks, to hug me and love me.
She has never disappointed or disrespected me.
I had enough of that before she appeared the first time.
Categories:
mightiest, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
Laziness, procrastination, and indecision are failure's mightiest allies!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 December 2021
Categories:
mightiest, life, success, work,
Form: Monoku
Two sides are effective jointly-
good or devil as the twin
mightiest can win
-November 09, 2018 Chattogram (Monoku
Categories:
mightiest, how i feel,
Form: Monoku
God Is Mightiest and Tidiest
Not only is God of all the mightiest
He to all of us is the always tidiest;
When He made our earth for sure
Was organized, arranged, and pure.
To good earth look at we have done;
With air pollution blocked out the sun
Also, His pure water we have polluted
For no one now will it be well-suited.
God for us only good things He meant;
Wanted earth to stay clean and decent;
Now we only love getting in our licks
On Route 66 while playing dirty politics.
Sticks and stones beat heck out of my bones
In dark or light sky all I see are drones;
All of our great plans Congress decimated;
To take their place dirty politics created.
Congress's practices are also poor as well;
Always being impractical and hard sell
And finally, in the we have lost all hope;
Worst of all they do think we are a dope.
So as I sit here my many poems writing,
Waiting for Congress to do something exciting
Of course fine friend and wouldn't you know
Can watch it live on Saturday Night Show.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
mightiest, humorous, political,
Form: Couplet
In the days to come, the sun will be victorious
New dawn emerging
And the Mightiest rising above all
Calling the moon, stars and the sun,
By their heavenly names
The Mightiest will rise wider than everything
Changing history like the river of Jordan
His voice heard deeper than the deepest deep
Commanding oceans while everyone is watching
In the days to come, the Mightiest will rise taller
Making fervent appeal for peace
Calling for love to be the master everywhere
And forbidding everything that is against the truth
In the days to come, goodness will make final call
Without hidden agenda and any boundary
The Mightiest will rise, giving hope to all humankind
In the days to come, He will rise with brightness of lighting
In the days to come, The Mightiest will be revealed
Clouds will assemble daily to celebrate
And all nations will forever live in peace
In the days to come, His glory will shine eternally
Categories:
mightiest, faith, hope, longing,
Form: Narrative
How does one describe the beauty of love
Words are just not enough
It's an overpowering and divine emotion
Leaving us overwhelmed with lust
As hard as we try to avoid love's power
There's no escaping it's grip
Ultimately even the mightiest succumb
And into it's clutches they slip
There's only one cure, it's complete surrender
Or you'll always regret that choice
A missed opportunity will haunt you forever
To drink in it's passion and rejoice
Our existence and main reason for living
Is to satisfy this burning desire
To find that someone's meant for them only
Reason for adding fuel to life's fire
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
mightiest, love,
Form: Quatrain
Greatest of all waves
Flying high into the air
Cascading foam down
loudly it falls all about
Crashing through itself with force
Leaving ideas
Posting another window
Crasher of being
Works in tandem with others
Being itself an image…
Of all others before it
Russell Sivey
Categories:
mightiest, life, nature,
Form: Tanka
She drove in the morning in
veil-like fogs, hair whipped in
a stream of windows, cracked. Like
slick, black snakes, her leather
skin faced days, days, and yet
more days, with a cigarette lit so
her red embers glow in the dimness.
A puff from her nostrils, another
from her lips, her trembling hands
subside on the wheel, save for two
fingers with a smoke-stick stuck
between them. It wasn't the hum
of the engine, or the rasp in her
breath. No, it was her silence
that taught us mostly, ours and
hers alike. When days, days, and
more days passed, silent was her
sound, and it was the mightiest
sound of them all.
Categories:
mightiest, death,
Form: Free verse
Hark! The mighty sage’s quill,
Leaves remnants of genius, still.
Reminding me of richer days,
Where wines could really come to age;
And gods among the people dwelled,
In works of master poet’s felled.
Where aerie tales and thoughts of fancy,
Awaken something everlasting.
The faded thoughts of vestments tore,
Through mournful tales of days of yore.
I bore inquisitive insight,
To mouth a masterpiece delight;
Reciting thoughts from Edgar Poe,
In poetry and foul-like prose.
And as I muttered, “Nevermore”,
I pondered on his lost Lenore;
A femme who captivated thought,
His inspiration to the plot.
And in his wording wizardry,
So haunted by his imagery,
Moves me to expound wanton lyrics
To every soul who dares to hear it.
And with immense humility --
No pen shall cite as good as he.
Categories:
mightiest, history, nostalgia, on writing
Form: Couplet