When maneuvering the world circus,
The strongest human being in the world
the wisest being in the universe... !
if he were we would have limbo
as in fact he is not, we will have hell!
Categories:
prodigy, allusion, analogy, imagination, nonsense,
Form: Burlesque
A son embarks on
The worlds wanders
Triumphant in his dreams
Swallow’s unrelenting blunders
Mother hugs him
Father gripes
Our only child
In the war of stripes
Elicit drums beat
For his fight
Mother loves him
Father loses sight
Their only son
Shot down today
Mother cries
Her heart out
Father remembers his
Only child and shouts
God you know
I prayed for his life
Our only child
I and my wife
You let him die
And now he’s gone
Mother weeps
All days long
Fathers angry no
One to blame
Sad is war a
Ruthless game
Categories:
prodigy, conflict,
Form: Free verse
You have the Florentine beauty of the soul,
with pale fingers as if made of snow,
you play nocturne farewell melody
on my ribs as if they were a harp.
and your renaissance soul
will conquer this simple one of mine,
and it will not remain of me
nothing but an outline in your past
that will complete your Shakespearean tragedy.
A picturesque depiction
of self-destruction,
after capitulating to beauty.
Categories:
prodigy, emotions, feelings, love hurts,
Form: Free verse
Liquid truths slide silent, like the thoughts
Pieces of the petal whisper soft hues
Blazing dreams amid the shadows, spots
Blurring, warming, passions to suffuse
Lighting the heart with promises bold
Joy portraying all the wonders, a muse
Melodies aching to breath and behold
Delights of the flower, beautiful grace
Following prayers made of genuine gold
Laughter so warm it feels like an embrace
Hugging the spirit with arms so sincere
Abiding in peace, feelings who will replace
All of the mourning, the tears that appear
Yearning for the brilliance of true love
Refreshing the dreams with a premiere
Opening hope inspired from heaven above
Assuring of a prodigy poetry can’t speak of
FIVE STANZA TERZA RIMA Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Used Rhymezone for rhymes
July 13, 2022
Categories:
prodigy, beautiful, inspiration, muse, perspective,
Form: Terza Rima
Pretty little munchkin,
precious, precocious.
She knows the notes.
but the music is dashed off;
a mechanical rendition.
I imagine Mozart
with a Tommy gun
that could be dangerous.
Clatter, clatter, clatter,
ratatattat.
The child smiles,
she's adorable!
The world belongs to her.
I hope for god sake,
she will be careful with it.
Categories:
prodigy, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I was no prodigy
Did not even try
Walking aimlessly
Life sliding by
I was no genius
Did not even try
Did the best I could
Still standing by
Categories:
prodigy, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
He was the fragile one , An Introvert , A Nerd . He had many names.
His work spoke for itself that he was one of a kind.
A mountainous journey , barefoot , hungry , thirsty and broke he kept going . Pushing ! Pushing ! Finally he passed stage one.
Never cried ! Never complained!
Always curious , very studios, a Genius by nature , through nouns and verbs , very linguistic wrote his first Chapter before the umbilical cord was cut!
..........life was never the same again, a journey of a lifetime begins!
Categories:
prodigy, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Pretty little munchkin,
precious, precocious.
She knows all the notes.
but the music is dashed off;
a mechanical rendition.
I imagine Mozart
with an assault rifle -
that could be dangerous.
The child smiles,
she really is adorable!
The world belongs to her.
For god sake, be careful with it.
Categories:
prodigy, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
She came out of the chute with a song in her brain.
She sang it all the way home, leaving hospital, during a big rain.
How old is she? Her pleased grandma asked.
Twenty-six hours, her Dad and Mom basked.
She’ll be a singer. She is already a star!
She is better than you, Grandma said, “And I mean by far!”
The new parents laughed, a little nervously.
They knew how pushy this mama could be.
She had her in Vegas by the time she was four.
She had her dancing burlesque, and other stuff to deplore.
She sneaked her in, and she claimed she was her mother.
They learned her real age, after they located her brother.
Her irritated, exasperated mommy and daddy got on a plane,
They flew out to Vegas to rescue, their child, no longer tame.
The grandma got arrested, and put in Naughty Grandma Jail.
And if you believe this, you are now being swallowed by a whale.
Categories:
prodigy, grandchild, granddaughter, grandmother, grandparents,
Form: Rhyme
I hear it,
That symphony in my head,
Countless notes guiding my being into a new beginning, following the notes and each one creating the orchestra of my body.
But, my hands are frozen, my body frail to the well equip mind,
My band plays on broken down pans and splintered strings.
But a glimpse of well oiled bows, refined power in the hands of the mind.
The chords are close to being heard when the power is lost,
Crumbing in the path of the ashen plane.
Forgotten by the forged fire of the drums
The unbearable thunder in my chest from the outside world.
I’ll stay in my seat,
I’ll watch the destiny before me,
Because I could never go on that stand
And be something.
Categories:
prodigy, anxiety, music,
Form: Free verse
Every waking moment,
I breathe in fresh words
Every sleeping hour,
I inhale new ideas
When I'm standing alone,
I fashion poems long and short
When I'm sitting in a crowd,
I create songs that make people dance and cavort
No need for anyone to stare at me;
I'm just your normal savant,
your average prodigy
If I grasp an intricate line,
it stays firmly in my mind
If I concoct an unusual piece,
it shapes itself exponentially
Every waking moment,
I exhale timeless ideas
Every sleeping hour,
I respire ancient thoughts
No need for anyone to gawk at me;
I'm just your normal savant,
your average prodigy
Categories:
prodigy, blessing, humor, satire, truth,
Form: Lyric
Prodigy of Ignorance
Stay away, go away, you are not wanted here
Please leave, won’t you leave, intoxicating smell of Fear
Are you blind or out of your mind, maybe a tad bit *****
Read the sign, THIS F#@%ING SIGN, it’s here loud and clear
Can you see? You sure can’t read, you're just another dumb lunatic
From us, from we, not you, from me, the pain comes slow then quick
What's next comes free, you pay no fee, charity of this evil Mick
One step then three, 180 degrees, this reality now makes you sick
Who would’ve known, all alone, but there’s plenty of company
You start to moan, uncasted stones raining down in perfect harmony
Useless bag of bones, the speechless deftone, idiot in dichotomy
Positioned prone, in the death zone, the phantoms newest prodigy…
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02/19/16
Categories:
prodigy, deep, psychological, slam,
Form: Rhyme
Lying is a moral error towards Christian faith.
But seemingly, our world covets it.
“tis like a natural skill.
For sophisticated liars whose minds are frail.
Tactical deception, misrepresentation;
People lie to hide the obvious.
Liars fool anyone,
To let them live on cloak and dagger.
Lies flourish in the world, fuel the pain;
They create money,
They invite temporary ecstasy, war;
They’re now embedded in human evolution.
But do why we allow it?
Logic is our strength.
Yet, many have used it to delude others.
What happened to now and forever?
With each lie, it sickens us.
Yet, we use it.
Categories:
prodigy, conflict, confusion, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
A dog trained to play the piano
Is a remarkable sight
But Boston neighbors say its Bach
Is worse than its bite.
Categories:
prodigy, pets
Form: Quatrain
She picked up pen and paper
When she was only three years old
What happened next was miraculous
A story that's never been told
Not knowing how to read or write
The words just fell in place
She wrote with understanding
From the pain that was on her face
They said she was a prodigy
A poet of old reborn
For her words could bring new found hope
To all who were tired and worn
People came from miles around
To read the words that would heal their pain
Written by a three year old
A miriacle they couldn't explain
She wrote for only three more years
Then her pen fell silent like before
This prodigy couldn't read or write
She was a little girl once more
Categories:
prodigy, fantasywords,
Form: Rhyme
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