Punctuations Poems | Examples

Echo And Reality

I sing Shahana Bahar, a malody of delight.
It echoed aloud, Marwa, music of sadness-filled plight
I laugh aloud and I hear it back as a scary scream
My gleam of glee turns into hallucinatory dream

Each false virtue that I hate haunts me like a hounds unbound.
Trust and mistrust amalgamate and make meaningless sound.
The impressions I form to attract all, impress no one
Amidst my endless fights, no inner battles I have won.

Efforts that give the illusion of success often fail.
Why does fate prompt me to upset the boat when I still sail?
Convictions are converted into crude catastrophes.
Punctuations of quotations close as apostrophes

With silences of bridge, ledge, and edge, badge, bodge, and budge clash
Amidst pitch dark clouds torches of light as thunderbolts flash
Sounds of church bells peal from graves where tolling knells are hidden.
Though echoes sound true, is disclosure of truth forbidden?

Bart Simpson groupie

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      She watched, with beam hern showed hot spark  
             Sum say, she jumped up shouting "Bart"
                     Sun Time's said with jest
                 "Squirming, her blouse crests.
        Stoned she, slipped out nips rough az bark"












*one would have to understand
  'Limericks' to roll with this write
  necessary punctuations i must admit
  to ease the humor in... Lines 1,2, and 5
  must ryhme, 3,4 likewise 
  ab aab aab
  ab aab 
  if one iz curious, please look up "Limericks"

Poetic Hide and Seek

Are we but dancers on an unlit stage
Disclosing secrets hidden in the angst of now
Revealing the ups and downs of then.
Singing in the choir of the off key
Whistling past punctuations grave yard.
Our words a chant to taunt the demons
Remind them that we are still here
That we have words and are not afraid to use them.

Do we not hide behind, and within
Each metaphoric medley of madness
Bare the essence of an eager soul
In the nakedness of our ramblings?
Children clamoring for attention
Making mud pies, walking through puddles,
Bravely turning off the night light
Yet still afraid of the dark.

But for myself, I warn you, I am here
Within the words I blend together
A guileless garment maker
Obsessed by the texture of the threads
Stitching errant words together
Into this patchwork that is me.
For I am here, peeking from within the fabric,
Modeling each moment on an unlit stage.

Potato Skin Potion

Scraped, friendly freckled face falls to benchtop
Starchy spud plays poker, blank slate envelope 
Lost costume spotted cape, super elixir escapade
Layers on shiny raised scars, recovery escalates 


Sticking plaster, milky soak soothes, heat tempered
Compost bound bandaid quells Hell unrelented
Derma learns renewal, Nurse dresses fire sore victim
Tugged taut rawness fades, subsiding symptom 


        Nerida never administers synthetic medicine
        She reassures peel press is healing essence 
        Piano punctuations plod, then pace, parade
        Figaro notes frolick over keys, aural first aid

         
Choral cure prays perfect circle curse moon miracle 
Stroking fingers fuse potato to patient, glue
Discarded skin glimmers in kitchen, hopeful sunbeam
Her burn potion infuses through bloodstream



 
               6th May
          Quick Recovery

A System Situation

Concentration,congregations,communications
illustrations,consultations,relations
persecutions,sanitations,punctuations,hesitation
revised,surmised,surprised in a disguise

The reality is known, system re-booted
salute, population expansions
weather changes, climates are changing
social sites exploring, overloading in errors

sharing, caring, giving back
homemade tasks, ideas forwarding
showing, make known
groups of gatherings
experiments abroad
laughing full of joy
a world, the Eagles soar

Precious moments
tender sounds
alerts notification
concentration,meditation
exercising, food preparation

In a given moment
each day is lived.


Note: The world is not waiting on time. Changes occur. Love, be of peace. Be kind. Trust in GOD. Taking one minute at a TIME.



Be safe. Stay safe.

Held In Kisses

Lately I've been withholding poetry 
desiring to see if you're still into me?
 Ready for you to lie lingerie on lingering words repeating all the moans previously heard
hoping you'll undress all my meaning. 
Placing punctuations pre foreplay 
so we might experience 
 endorphin releasing endings 
from tongue touching beginnings.
 Trapped with no inclination of escape 
wanting to feel just how 
 refreshing a baptism can be.
 Reflections of a soul that absolutely knows
 exactly where it's supposed to be. 
You and me wiping steamy mirrors clean. 
Sorry I waited so long to tell you this. 
Please except my apology 
as your body gives pause 
for this mental applause
and your spirit yields
to a standing ovation.

Police Brutality

when i saw it i was sad angry hurt shocked, and sought my sanctuary

082420PSCtest, When Plans Don't Go To Plan, Silent One
Per rules: No caps, little to no punctuations

For When It Begins

my kitty plays with
my yarned ball it scratches gnaws
prepares for the mouse


2019 September 13
howmanysyllables
5-7-5
*5-syllabic title, novel content of nature, no capitalizations, no punctuations.

Santa Knows Explanation

pre-shakespeare there were no: sentences, paragraphs, punctuations, or spacing, etc etc; first and last letters of words were usually shared
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intent thinkers seek key yule expressions                   (how to hint)
signifying gifts sought                                               (for desired presents)
this santas salivary yearnings space                           (this christmas) 
expressing greed dreams singing good days songs       (for greedy good times)

stan sand

...intenthinkerseekeyule...
...xpressionsignifyingifts...
...oughthisantasalivaryearn...
...ingspacexpressingreed...
...reamsingingoodaysongs...

My Poetry

Halfway on the curve of your waist
Rhymes become audible
Climbing your pelvis
Rhythms suffer
Falling from your hips
Syllables dream of feathers
In the heat between your thighs
Metaphors melt
Crawling down your legs
Verses laugh like lunatics
In the moist folds behind your knees
Punctuations swim
Grasping a purple vein
Words descend to your feet
Between your toes
Becoming a river
My poetry flows to dust
Notwithstanding the magical commotion
What precedes the fireworks
I dare not write
If I do
Earth will be in flames

Love Is Everything

Sometimes I think
love is everything to me--
In fact, am convinced
love is everything
upon reviewing my
final punctuations:

Not a poem
I read and enjoy
left without the 
comment: Love it!
Nor blazing sunset
flowery air
that seems to me
not twice as fair
for the breathing
in and out...Brahma
either shares
or is royally 
jealous of me, I suspect,
on a daily basis;

even the God’s
of war, at times
must totally deplore
my painting over
their evil portraits
with winter’s clean prime
and springs colorful
healing….Love
more than a feeling--

everything to me.

Hard, Her Vacuum To Fill

Wonder, if God thought of Mother’s pure love
Because He can’t hope to be everywhere,
Nor be where so His children's need might move, 
Alone He can no justice do, nor care.
Among things well their worth upon this Earth,
Bare if a few man ever can replace.
Mother's love stands on top, what unique grace!
Why gods and goblins vie for human birth.
If among punctuations God's period,
Mother's love sure is exclamation mark,
All else may hope to be second and third, 
In luminance, she's no less than an arc.
   Sole saviour, nourisher of new life,
   A silver lining in dark clouds of strife.
___________________________________________
  Sonnets | 22.03.2017 |

Empowering ComPassion Arts

I suppose open ended flows of thought
represent Earth's holistic arts collective.

Poetic licenses and decomposingl life sentences
invested in prayer to fully incarnate,
cooperatively manage,
then master healthy performance arts
coarising social-political research sciences,
life through death ecotherapeutic punctuations
of rhythmic passions.

Co-empathic political art trusts 
empowering truths with beauty bounty.
Poetry readings engaging sacred liturgies
of Earth-enlightened art therapy
deeply stretch-canvasing compassion.

Communicating arts 
predicating and predicting love of resonant life
regenerating resiliently healing sciences
of and for healthy future co-investments
in perennially recircling performances
engaging deep listening octaves
of fully colored feelings.

Osho Poems-Self Evaluation

broken words like
short thick strokes
of colour capturing the
essence of the moment not
content or details flowing art-
fully surrealistic images of passion
incomplete sentences sparse punctuations
blurred edges of reality merges
starry nights of dreamy thoughts
abrupt endings vague beginnings
unplanned rhymes unknown meters
spontaneous expressions of an absta-
ct artist prick for  the purist revelation
for the spirits of freedom expression in
the moment by the moment for the moment

Typo

I’m an educated idiot,
Who’s learned to hold a pen.
I find a bit of paper,
And I write things now and then.

My punctuations lacking,
And my spellin is absurd.
My handwriting, so dreadful,
I can hardly read a word.

But I’ve found a way to hide this,
And don’t have to bear the shame.
I just type it on my keyboard,
The computer gets the blame.

Now I write lots of poetry,
I do this everyday.
And when people say, “how awful”,
I claim typo’s, right away.

So if you try to read my ramblings,
And it’s ‘doing in your head’.
If you don’t know what your reading,
Have no clue what I said.

Then be thankful that, I typed it,
Or I’m sure that you would find,
You could not even read a word,
Now that would blow your mind!

Ivor G Davies

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