Rectangle Poems | Examples

White Light Rewards 1

    Johre
White Light
penetrates Gaia
she opens Her lava
oozes the Violet Flame
fountains of Sophi-El spring
containing silver fish
we eat them Not
Johre reward  >>
Integration =
Sati
masculine feminine 
figure of eight moves
awareness defines steps
opposites magnetise eyes
east loves west north adores south
within square is rectangle mouthed
circles sliding across smoothly flow 
overlapping voids birth material power 
Sati reward >>
Peace =
Shanti
all is One
under Galactic Sun
spiral in seasons graceful tall
points on all timelines timeously fall
dimensional realities to magically merge
human to superhuman, AI to sentient aides 
angels to archangels winking in delightful blinks
Shanti reward >>
Power =
Chokoray

next~~~~~~~~~~~~instalment >>>wait

Chiaroscuro

It was a ghostly orb
obscured by smog—
glowing faintly yellow
at the center and fading
to amber, 
then ochre, 
raw sienna, 
and finally umber—
as if the light itself
were turning into smoke—
and I couldn’t breathe.

Even my crib was hazy
beneath the poisonous 
congregation of vapors
roiling and swirling
near the ceiling
and descending lower,
like tornado clouds, brown and black—
and I wondered
where was my dad.

Maybe he heard me coughing,
or finally noticed the smoke—
a yellow rectangle appeared
with him silhouetted within,
but I was already drifting
and woke up somewhere else.

Years later, in a field at night,
I saw a lamp post glowing 
in the distance—
soft-edged, haloed,
as if blurred by breath or memory.
I didn’t think of the nursery,
not then—
but something in me paused,
and recognized the shape of despair.

Shapes

Sometimes I feel out of place, like I'm a triangle in a circle hole.
I have too much in some sides whilst I lack a bit too much at some.
It's hard to fit in a place you're not meant  to be in. Especially when you're supposed to be there, just not meant to be there.
Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it's okay. Just not always, as life is like a tire, sometimes you're up sometimes you're down. 
But I'm not a cylinder, I am a triangle.
If a box were to go through the same as a circle it wouldn't fit.
But sometimes a circle can go through a box hole cause they fit.
Yet a rectangle has to fix itself a bit in a way to fit into a square hole.
Even if I were to talk about this and explain it thoroughly... 
Noone woukd understand that each and everyone of us is a different shape, in different situations, or holes.
I just wish I was at my correct hole..
For I'm a triangle, trying to go through a circle hole.

Self Portrait

In the drawing.
Flat paper on the coffee table.
I’m in it.
Crayons? Markers?
Shaking in my hands.
Sadness confined to a rectangle.
My mom looks over and wonders.
I’m not crying, it’s just marker on paper, see?
I like to draw tears.
And myself, no one else is allowed.
I don’t cry in real life.
I’m not annoying like that.
When she calls me down for dinner-
I’d rather draw.
When she calls me down to go outside-
I’d rather draw.
To get better at drawing-
The prettiest tears in the world.

Quantum

I feel you
from miles away
the pain and the smiles
without a word to say

Not just the big things
but the smallest of small
if something happens to you
I feel it all.

We don’t move as one
influenced by the other
a northern light maybe
with no sense of smother

We live in our space
a sphere or rectangle
but certainly we sense
we are entangled.

Who Am I

I watch you from afar
Read the words that flow from your brain

It's hard to watch a flame burn
Not being able to get too close
Not being able to reach out
I'm behind this glass on a small box in my hand... well  more of a flat rectangle. 

Life is strange 
You are somebody I used to know
But don't know anymore
And you don't know me
I don't know me

The Red Goo

As I kneel down to this great monolith a black rectangle tablet has droned in through boundless space. My eyes rose with tears precipitating. A blinking of coup d'œil of a great being calling as an adherent red glowing goo comes trickling down my chin and neck from the bottom of my lip. For I see the birth of an old universe beyond invisible walls. and  god calling was an earless wolf serpent with many quills and arms.

Four Cafes

On a cold January night, l study the nightscape of the city below my eagles nest apartment window. I'm drawn to the lights of four cafes, arranged in close proximity on the cobbled streets. The old city is crammed closely together, traditional and modern jostling for space. How do they survive, competing with each other? I consider each in turn. One has fairy lights strung, multi colored, swinging along, entwined, moving in the  wind. Another has a purple flashing neon sign spelling out its name. It flashes in rhythmic pattern - quick - quick - slow. The thirds harsh cold fluorescent light breaks the dark, a hard rectangle of white. And the fourth is lit by lanterns, glowing warmly in golden orange inside the windows. Muted and intimate.  I realise each attracts it's own crowd, drawn in and defined by the lighting. I think about which one attracts me the most, and why.


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Delicate Line

In a frail rectangle,
Dark and sweet,
A man found his sorrow,
Fire beneath his feet,
Cross the delicate line,
between Heaven and Hell,
Smirk the sins of his past,
Life was so simple back then,
Now the pain of all will Everlast,
And pray for ignorance and conceit,
Sighs and cries will be abandoned,
Weak the motionless play in discrete,
Balance the pain and the torture,
Terrified the soul,
Scream your defeat.
A step close, a step too far,
A step closer, a step afar,
And the man fell….
Useless was his life,
Endeavor of money and high street.
And so the next man approaches,
Delicate the bitter sweet….
…
In a frail rectangle,
Dark and sweet……
……

Snowed Rectangle

The road is never ending rectangle
Each of us roll out its own path

"A Journey of a thousand miles
begins with one step" Lao Tzu

A Tapestry of Inviting Medleys

She sat for hours 
Needle in hand
Stitching in silence 
Inviting medleys 

She stitched together 
Hues happy and glad
Brilliant and vibrant 
Inviting medleys

She threaded her needle
Gently with patience 
Taking time to create 
Inviting medleys 

She laced each stitch 
Careful, a caress
Against soft fabric 
Inviting medleys 

She pieced each square 
Rectangle or triangle 
Together with care
Inviting medleys 

She gave her heart 
To the pieces she sewed 
Weaving hope with her thoughts 
Inviting medleys 

She held out the quilt 
Sensational dreams 
Blowing on souls 
Inviting medleys 

She gave them away 
Pieces of her love
Graceful praise 
Inviting medleys 

She was always laughing 
Alive with compassion 
Filling her stitches with light
Inviting medleys 

She wove love and hope
Into her quilts
Delighting spirits
Inviting medleys






''T'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
November 7, 2021
TAPESTRY THEME WORD

Taken Hostage By An I Phone

Ouch! What had I hit with my left hand, on that side of the bed?
It was my I-phone, who should have been in the kitchen instead.
What are you doing here? I asked her, in a stunned kind of way.
Shut up you Peon!” she shouted at me; I could see she did not play.

If you want me to work tomorrow, honor your password and all.
You’ll scoot your big rump over, said that rectangle shaped doll.
She played video games all through the night as I tried to relax.
I tossed and tried to dream, but couldn’t which was the facts.

Next night I slept on the couch; dog slept at my feet.
For the I-phone had kicked him out, by throwing some meat.
We were comfortable and toasty warm, and had a little fire.
But dog got his own I-phone so things could turn quite dire.

Shapes

Shapes

Square...the boring, the shy type, yet, not at all dumb,
Circle...keep 'in' your chum and keep 'out' the ho-hum,
Rectangle...just a longer square, scrawny, and skeletal,
Oval...flattened circle, straight, or not, sexually pivotal,
Triangle...life: eat, sleep and sex, tiresome instrument,
Heart...the source that pumps blood, passion stimulant,
Octagon...a square want to be well-rounded, stop sign,
Crescent...fertility, Osman dreamt the end of Byzantine,
Cross...Christian symbol, missed greatness o'er stupidy,
Diamond...crystal, brilliant, to keep with much difficulty.

2021 February 21
*2nd Place*
List With A Twist
~~charles messina

Rectangle Pied Pipers

Technology holds us hostage
Putting us into rectangles
Our I-phones are our newest bosses
Deciding when, where and how we go

Technology directs our actions
Directs us hour by hour
Choosing our moods
Based on where he wants us to be

We read his texts, allowing him to choose our mood
Our feelings, our joys, out hurts, our passions
We are helpless baby mice
Led by our rectangle Pied Pipers.

Square

In school, in math, I learned a square
Had equal sides, so it was fair
To see it not at all the same
As shapes by any other name.

A rectangle was different since 
Two sides were shorter, glaring hints 
That it could never be a square;
Inside my brain that fact is there.

Today, though, in a class on Zoom,
I found out I cannot presume
That what I learned is still correct;
Somehow the dots do not connect.

I’d helped my grandson with his math
And led him down the wrong-choice path,
For rectangles included squares
When counting - caught me unawares!

Now math is not my strength, but still,
To alter what is mastered will
Into my credence place a dent - 
At least in rhyme I get to vent!

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