A poem is an artform –
well, not always
A poem is an idea –
hmm, not necessarily
A poem is all rhythm and rhyme
Ha! What about ‘free verse’
A poem is a thing of beauty
--though some are pretty ugly
A poem is a window to the writer’s soul
--though not to Shakespeare’s, whoever he was…
O, A poem is what’s just been written
Whoever thinks he can explain one
~ that person’s got to be kiddin’
Categories:
poem., confusion, humor, poems, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Mother Nature Teaches
via
Geese
m i g r a t i t i n g
once again
intuitively
know
One = All
weak + well
vital vigor
flight soaring
long with
wings kept
tip-to-tip support
uplift motion
onward for All
Categories:
poem., bird, humanity, metaphor, uplifting,
Form: Free verse
Pen, ink and paper join forces,
Opening up a wonderful story.
Everyone will enjoy reading,
My dancing words are now a poem.
Categories:
poem., fun, joy, poetry, poets,
Form: Name
Poem blooms as flower on tree of literature .
Own muse, runs, reflects, ripples on passion.
Emotive urge surges to lighten pain, to brighten joy
More over may help to enlighten soul when reaches excellence.
Categories:
poem., poems,
Form: Name
A song is a poem
With rhythms and rhymes
It would be a blasphemy
Not to say it and explain it.
A song is a prose
Put on pause
Intermittently
With various beats and tempos.
A song makes you dance
A poem makes you dream
And a prose helps us examine.
A poem is a classical prose
With harmonic words
And well-calculated rhymes and verses
A poem is really fantastic.
A song makes you live
A poem makes you revive
And a prose helps us survive.
Copyright © December 2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Categories:
poem., allegory, imagination, poems, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Shadow Waters
The water-bearer leans his urn silently,
pours starlight over forsaken streets
where neon lights flash their final confessions
and shattered promises accumulate like rain.
Here in the reverse trickle of time,
where advancement is lost in its own reflection,
the era turns in, searching for explanations
in dregs of what we believed we'd gained.
Electric prophets air hollow gospels
while the crowds scroll through ghost lives,
each contact another strand that entwines us
to this tapestry of lovely despair.
The constellation turns above, unchanging
those very stars that once held out liberty
now witness us tumble into the labyrinth
we built from our own radiant ideals.
In tower suites and lower-level clubs,
the children of the future sell their souls
to algorithms who recognize their secret names
and dole them out in morsels, afterwards.
Yet, still, the water flows, unceasing,
carrying seeds of something not yet born
perhaps redemption sleeps in darkness
of this shattered, brilliant age.
The carrier's face away from us,
sloshing the future drop by drop
while we stand dry in the flood,
suffocating in our own lighted shadows.
Categories:
poem., abuse, adventure, america, animal,
Form: Free verse
Created from a single rib, to complete its creation and her body covers all of humanity yet her seed gets covered with soil.
Her gifts are many but many forget, only blooming with love and fully uncovers through character.
Categories:
poem., caregiving, islamic, joy, meaningful,
Form: Free verse
It's a cry for attention
it's as loud as loud can be
~ how many ways to ask
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
Categories:
poem., angst, loneliness, longing, sad,
Form: Other
A poem how precious it is
Let me talk my whole life
About a poem.
Categories:
poem., art,
Form: Free verse
I cross my heart and hope to die,
A childhood pact between you and I.
A sacred X, a secret sign,
Promising your heart would stay with mine.
We sealed our words with a silent grace,
A mirrored promise on each other's face.
One soul, two bodies, a perfect whole,
Bound by a truth that fed my soul.
But you broke the cross, you left the 'X' bare,
A gaping hole where you once were.
Left me to mend what you tore apart,
A shattered promise, a broken heart.
I cross my heart, but it's just a scar,
A ghost of a twin who traveled too far.
And I'm left behind, with everything to bear,
And a broken promise hanging in the air.
Categories:
poem., conflict, heartbroken, leaving,
Form: Other
Sail safely my darling and come back to me
Let my love shield you from the storms at sea
Remember my kiss soft on your sweet lips
Let it warm your heart when the mercury dips
Hold me in your heart and you’ll be in mine
Trust that we’ll be holding each other again in no time
Think of my touch when your heart longs for me
think of me when you’re cold and weary
When the wind blows sharp and sheer
Know that I will be waiting for you, right here
Categories:
poem., lost love, love,
Form: Rhyme
The vet had been sympathetic in his demeanour
as I gently placed my beloved Shih Zhu
on the sterile stainless-steel table amongst the fumes of disinfectant.
My emotional support pet was shivering uncontrollably with fear.
It took him two days to pass away peacefully.
He was two days in passing—reluctant to give up the good fight—
brave as always when I had supported him during past emergencies.
Life is not lived in a sterile environment—perfumed with expectations—
at times my Shih Zhu had tested my love for him with his antics.
The vet had been clinically detached in his assessment as I hid my fears.
Categories:
poem., animal, death, pets,
Form: Other
lol. get click baited.
there isn't no poem.
just me.
and you.
and your thoughts.
hmm...
I have an idea!
how about a game?
duck, duck, goose, how about that?
no? ok
just comment your favourite, food.
yeah, good enough game.
ok, get commenting.
I'm off.
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ok bye.
bible
slime block!
Categories:
poem., 1st grade, abuse, age,
Form: I do not know?
thy worldith isith thy canvasith.
thy painterith thy paintith.
thy poetith, makeith thy poetith.
thy worldith thy endith.
chickenith jockeyith.
Categories:
poem., abortion, abuse, addiction, africa,
Form: I do not know?
Tke a ltr
We ar rdy to du bsnss
Udstd our dcmnt
Tet rms spk fr thmslvs
We ar a lge cmpy
Rvw our fncl of our annl rpt
Hpe to du bsnss wth u
Lts pln a mttg smt nxt wk
I wll fllw up wth u on a latr dte.
Categories:
poem., business, care, character, confidence,
Form: Free verse
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