#1: A Day Begins
Sand grains station elevated for want
in the cool starless relics spell of dark
a sun behold horizon that dews haunt
favoring a virgin's touch settled spark
illuminate sprawl hope echoes a night
prejudge ripens new to the golden day
freedom speculate oddly slept by light
as shadiness telltale spots dead astray
undulating surge flowing wetness stir
uneasy granules settle in hair strands
surf push nonsensical ashore transfer
waterline mind a sun aloof shift sands
a shoreline of lying seashells mumble
amidst the noisy sand castles crumble
Categories:
prejudge, allusion, analogy, appreciation, beach,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
Everyone has a special talent
Everyone has some special skills
Nothing is eternal under the tent
Everyone is entitled to some special deals
Who are we to prejudge or judge?
Who are we to refuse to budge?
Once in a while, comes a little surprise
Most of the time, it is no good to surmise
No one is the same, no one is perfect
We all have to do our best, to be correct
There is only one first time
No one has the same shade of paint
Lemon is yellow, and different is lime
Everyone has a different talent.
Copyright © October 2016, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Categories:
prejudge, anxiety, color, happiness, heaven,
Form: Rhyme
I'm wearing the blue,
yes, proudly, and don't prejudge me
and I won't prejudge you.
Some nights I sleep swirling in
nightmares,
seeing the blood of victims, and
I still very much care.
I grope for the lamp on my nightstand,
my headache becomes a tight band,
my wife awakened, softly talks me down,
I would love to leave this "toddlin' town."
Brother, sister police officers agree,
that our job puts a strain on our families,
I come home from tragedies such as
gun violence, child abuse, accidents,
robberies,
yet, I'm accused of being
cold and unfeeling,
when the hurt closes in and is
joy stealing.
Yes, I wear the blue,
my life, my heart is of rescue,
take a ride with me to see,
some of the human acrimony,
Yet, at the precinct it's comforting to receive,
flowers and cookies from some caring
people reaching out,
that's what gratitude is about,
it helps after long hours,
and when some distressed strangers
say, "Thank you for responding to my call,"
it can, at times-
relieve me from the pall.
We need to be more understood,
we need more cooperation from the
neighborhoods,
after all, it's for all our good. ~
Categories:
prejudge, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form: Rhyme
One of Those Days
Written: by Miracle Man
10-17-2019
Some days I awake,
and my stride is maunder.
Even time, like money,
I too will squander.
I can’t seem to get,
pending problems to budge.
Even now, in cerebration,
Practical solutions I prejudge.
Categories:
prejudge, how i feel,
Form: Lyric
I love you mom very much
when you give me a bit touch
that's like my chocolate fudge
the soft touch can make no one any more prejudge
I love you so much.
Categories:
prejudge, 4th grade, mother, mum,
Form: Rhyme
Tommy’s having a meltdown
in the local supermarket aisle
I know his careworn mother
so greet her with a kind smile
Tommy’s cries are getting louder
and he throws himself on the floor
Amy ignores him to do her shopping
but hears folk tutting by the door
As Tommy looks like a normal child
folk cannot see that he’s autistic
They assume it’s bad parenting
their attitudes are far from altruistic
People prejudge, it makes me cross
they are narrow minded, it's their loss
2/27/19
Categories:
prejudge, child, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
How can you prejudge someone with Post Traumatic stress?
They're a lot more compassionate than you can guess.
Plagued by constant images from their past.
Branded by the ignorant, as an outcast.
How can they feel sane when they've seen so much madness?
How can they smile when they've known only sadness?
Have you noticed the Thousand Mile Stare?
Why should they open up to a world that doesn't care?
How can they cry when they're supposed to be strong?
How can they prove they're alright in a reality gone wrong?
It is hard to live when they've seen so much death?
To fight a battle within until they're last breath.
Are you willing to go beyond the lies?
Are you afraid to see the truth through their eyes?
Have you ever been paralyzed with fear?
Who is the real monster here?
Categories:
prejudge, anger, angst, anti bullying,
Form: Free verse
axiomatic altruistic asseveration
her striking vehement grudge
that suspicious selfless statuette
was ample to prejudge
axiomatic altruistic asseveration
her evident disinterest
those envied eyes effectuated
clear patent of mistrust
axiomatic altruistic asseveration
her gestures vivid conveyed
that grim garland graded
sharply as she frayed
axiomatic altruistic asseveration
her warning vibrantly hurled
those scintillating spectrum spirits
are separate from our world!
Categories:
prejudge, horror, psychological, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Im disgusted to my sickest illness of judgemental, criticizer that plot my situation's that mode everything i sculpt and cannot stay nuetural in the there zones point fingers to blame yourself in a decision thats not made right to there satisfaction which may not be granauteed which there's a false situation that dont make since or just still like and paraplegics. But as i move to be grounded to move forward as i play in an formation of since ability to maintain my process and knowing my faults of my doings but to prejudge my conception of my life ratification but to ratify all the madness that happened upon me overall as i careless what people may solidify or cruel intention on my inflictions that cant chance what i say nor what i think but people love to critics in critical standpoints that doesn't have a point or appointed judgement to as i judge and bang the gavel to maintain my decision in how i may direct my action thats scene's in a movie that i direct and co- write so vivid in my views...
Categories:
prejudge, feelings,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Sweet is only a matter of taste gentle for the soul who dosnt dearve the kind words
She dosnt prejudge she only cpntemaplates
The outcome
that'll be the final verdict she saysdon't worry if you was figjting for the wrong cause it'd be plain for all to see
And as I behold the spell she dosnt even blink to cast
It's her burning desire yet to be fully understood
A compelling conversation she seeks to engage
to initiate. And then there's a need she feels
A pull so strong its a battle to fight back
Minds can't deny tell me tragedy can be prevented
Tell me disaster is only a matter of time
a matter is only a moment that never last forever
See now ypu know the unspoken is so dear gravity dares me to take the plunge
Her heart signals me to look in her eyea I look and see stealth and secretive thoughts she can't seem to hide, success to those who succeed I'm only sweet till you feel the sorrow I still hear the souls that scream for the unjustice that was done
a minute is a memory yet the hours they spend strengthimg the needy is a powershift, strickly the advantage is clear, others see but don't say a word
message I no longer attemt
Categories:
prejudge, anniversary, blessing,
Form: Free verse
Our fingerprints leaves our identity
On walls, doorknobs, books, all around
Each touch an impossible escape
Challenging me to face each reality
Compassion and kindness be abound
As good heartprints, my great break
Thus, they can never be use as "mask"
To disguise my fingerprints' touch
To a daughter, friend or neighbor
Hence, when someone there dares to ask
Even obviate to commit a prejudge
Real love heartprints - my labor
Our fingerprints leaves our identity
Thus, they can never be use as mask
by
olive eloisa
2:00 AM
04/07/2014
CONTEST: ANY POEM #22
SPONSOR: POET DESTROYER A
7TH PLACE
Categories:
prejudge, caregiving, character, imagery, inspiration,
Form: Sonnet
Linda-Marie...The Poetess Extraodinare!
A woman sweeter than an eclair!!
Linda-Marie...The PoetrySoup Princess!
A woman who only shows such gentleness..
Linda-Marie...Whose comments have really touched me.
I'm glad she digs my sensual poetry;)
Linda-Marie...Who takes us "Soupers" on her own personal journey.
A poetic ride, for a new bride, and happiness for eternity!
Linda-Marie...Talented, loving, caring, and so lovely.
A poetic friend who doesn't prejudge me!
Linda-Marie...Who was the first "Souper" to send me a Christmas Card
A poet and friend who understood, that behind these bars is hard.
Linda-Marie...I pray you have a life filled with bliss.
And I end this, by planting on your cheek, a soft kiss!!!
*Written for SKAT'S contest "Linda-Marie the sweetheart of p.s. (enjoyed)
Categories:
prejudge, dedication, friendshipwoman, friend, sensual,
Form: Kyrielle
Look, I'm cool with being alone;
I did it for seven years behind these walls!
I am a Latin King sitting on his throne;
And before you learn to walk, you gotta crawl!
Once I walk out that barbed gate,
Things will eventually fall into place.
Love can't seem to find me 'cus I'm an inmate,
But soon freedom will shine upon my face!
I'm use to close-minded individuals;
And people who prejudge me.
They have no clue I'm a rare jewel;
And no matter what they say or do, I will gain victory!
See, mentally, I am built Ford tough!
I will not fail, I can only succeed.
My childhood was a bit rough;
A child in hell, like in the papers you read.
So when you prejudge me,
Make sure your judgement is correct.
Look deep into my individuality,
But know, no one is perfect!!
*The man I was yesterday, is not the man I am today! (Who are you to judge?)
Categories:
prejudge, dedication, inspirational
Form: Rhyme
My Dear Poetry Soup Member,
Pleased to know some of you enjoyed the piece I wrote "Just like November."
I just want to forever light up a room like a burning ember.
I'm striving to be a talent people can look back on and remember.
By now most of you know I'm incarcerated.
But when you prejudge me it makes me sad and frustrated.
My back is against the wall and I have already been checkmated.
So avoiding me totally makes me feel discriminated.
Get to know me, I promise I'm not contaminated.
I just long for love and to feel appreciated.
Sincerely,
Poetry Soups convict Jimmy
Note: Written for Brian Strands contest "My Dear."
Categories:
prejudge, friendshipme, me, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Some people think what we have is still taboo,
And it's obvious when we enter a room.
A few eyes seem to watch our every move;
But that makes me pull closer to you and appreciate your value.
They're unaware the stares can't shake nor break what we have,
We just shake off the dirty looks and laugh.
The ignorance of some people say white, black, Latino's don't mix.
I say that's something this country needs to work on and fix.
I've wondered why society stereo-types by race.
People don't lack human emotion despite the color of their face.
A shame we are unable to see, that all are one in the same.
Yet as a nation we prejudge the individual without knowing their name!
This is a new day, a new era.
And yes Sara, I would follow you to the back of the bus.
I would give up my seat to you just because.
If you could not eat in that restaurant, then neither would I!
I would fight for your civil rights, do or die!
That is the depth of our love.
Who cares if others find it "unheard of."
There would be no stopping you and me.
We would walk hand in hand down any street in Mississippi!
Categories:
prejudge, confusion, girlfriend-boyfriend, introspection, politicalpeople,
Form: Free verse
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