Short Well Versed Poems
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well you got me beat
the wrong end
of the meter stick
MagiCicada13
Romantic poetry,
Once translated into:
Caresses,
Affection and
Kisses
Easily understood is,
Even
By a not well-versed
Heart!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 OCTOBER 2014
FORGOTTEN INTENTIONS
a
sense
of
the
surreal
contrasting
sharply
in
immobile
apathy
surround
well-versed
elements
of
vitality
in
three
dimensional
context
..unopened
Versed in minor poems
Until I came to thee
Doors then opened
That were closed
Exposing delight
For me to see
Your countenance
Enthralled me
The many poems
Of many races
The poems
Of many hues
Oh the joy of reading
All well versed
Of Mother Earth
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Form:
Cloth of gold circled her feet
Sitting at her tapestry kindly smile
Dear, you love me do you not?
With all my heart Sweetest !
She clapped her hands twice
Banquet table , minstrels , ice
Bright eyes blue loved to stress
Well versed charms all impressed
Sat down in ceremony served a treat
What are heartfelt emotions without words to caress them?
What are well-versed phrases without actions to address them?
What are thoughtful beliefs without truths to express them?
What are feelings, flattery, faith without proof to refresh them?
Pots of gold at the ends of a sky full of ribbons
Upon boxes of beautifully wrapped gifts never given.
SPECULATION
preferences
in
lumiscent nuances
with
tender clarity with
of a visionary
sense of the surreal
immobile
contrasting
dimensional
apathy
an
effect well versed
&surrounded
by
elements of vitality
empirical
interpretations
with
findings silhouetted
in the
spontaneous
&emphatic
so mysterious
romanticised
&fictitious
The volume of all of life's channels is turned up
loud, but not loud enough.
The actors are in the ever present
but the viewers watch in fast forward
complaining all the while
that the characters act like the children they are
but they grow up too fast.
that she doesn't know what's behind the door
and yet mourn when she's all too well-versed.
David seems to have the knack
Although he thinks he’s cursed
With the gift of tongues
He is exceedingly well versed
No language is a hurdle
To this fellows conversation
He can get his point across
To any man from any nation
But when it comes to ladies
Words are gibberish and random
He is tongue tied and he’s speechless
‘cause he just can’t understand ‘em
NaPoWriMo
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Eloquence
Shorts
Many of the greats in poetry are said to be eloquent beings,
Well-versed in language as well as the human mind, soul, and heart.
Their legacy of distinct impressions;
Such aureate diction surely leaves the world a more vibrant, colorful place,
But at times I wonder: Do THEY leave this world more vibrant?
To those who remind me of the boy in the back
Your intelligence is spellbinding
And I am entranced entirely
Your heart is as smart as your mind
Oh, you are seamless
But to those who remind me of the boy in the back
You are not that shadowy figure
Sitting behind the girls in the front
You are not well-versed in philosophical problems
You are not the boy in the back
Though you cast that image
Form:
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Not dreamy from strict parenting, or Natural Selection;
Quite simply Dream Dates are so, because they put us first,
It’s selfless consideration—in which Dream Dates are well-versed;
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I'm an angry, hateful, spiteful, dangerous person well versed in the art of lying! The cause of many lost souls who lay dying. You try to wipe the tears, but your eyes they're never drying. I stay high on your low; you try to step away but I make sure you have no where to go! With me you will learn a lesson; don't think of it as a curse take it as a blessing; one day you'll see that the person you hate isn't really me its you!
Saying there is a rock bottom
Absurd to me
One well versed being in pits
I never felt rocks beneath
Hitting rock bottom
Different for each
You might sink down
To a sandy beach.
But that would be
To easy a fate
To be in a pit of hell
And only scathed
On the way down
Rocks of hate
Ripping the soul
Self inflicted as you know
But the sandy bottom
Please don't tell.
It's my secret, I only attest
That it is cold.
Well versed are traversed
.....the fully immersed,
versatile thru the turnstiles
left behind are footprints
that go on for miles....
Magnetic is the wheel
that you constantly feel
circadian is the rhythm
....souls migratory zeal,
compasses direction
.......in chaotic spin,
intoxication is the motion
unknowing whereupon to begin....
The flow of the energy,
eventually pulls....
unified synergy,
lifting heads above in lull......
Dorian Grey
has lost all trace of his self-image.
Like many elderly male models,
there are now no mirrors in his mind.
Musty images of his centenarius youth
are hid in crusty shoeboxes.
Like many, he collects his social security,
munches slowly on a daily bowl of Cheerios,
then entertains himself
by watching cat videos on YouTube.
Sometimes, he pens the odd melancholy muse
as do many another, well versed,
superannuated
senior citizen.
Saying there is a rock bottom
Absurd to me
One well versed being in pits
I never felt rocks beneath
Hitting rock bottom
Different for each
You might sink down
To a sandy beach.
But that would be
To easy a fate
To be in a pit of hell
And only scathed
On the way down
Rocks of hate
Ripping the soul
Self inflicted as you know
But the sandy bottom
Please don't tell.
It's my secret, I only attest
That it is cold.
Well versed person in never enamored,
As Mithya consorts to transcend to childhood,
Youth or the aged physical consciousness;
Neither affected by good or bad in life.
Joys and sorrow like cold and hot weather,
Touch not creative or destructive senses,
Residing as unique undefined being,
Within our soul we garner to suffer.
Atma plays with Maya in novel rebirths,
Dons different wombs to one's salvation?
Ref:-
Gita Chapter 2 verse 13
She was well-versed in writing,
With words which touches the heart more than the pierce of a nose ring,
Her characters are bold,
With a nature both haughty and cold.
Elizabeth did find her Darcy at last,
Though she did not explore him much,
Like finding a piece of creamy cake after hours of fast,
And finding someone who is one such!
She wrote at a time when much women could not,
Thirsty for expressing - like the oozing blood from a cut without getting clot.
BOILING LIKE WATER IN A POT ON STOVE SO HOT!!!!!!
INGREDIENTS
GLOBALLY FREATURED
DAY TO DAY,
WEEK TO WEEK,
CREATING PICTURES
VIVIDLY.
MERE ARTISTS,
TALENTS,
PROFOUND,
WELL VERSED.
IN A GUMBO-LIKE
EXISTIENCE
JUST THE WAY I LIKE IT,
BUBBLING AND BREWD
YET, ALL THE WHILE,
TASTY AND TRUE,
UNITING, COMING TOGETHER,
IN WHAT
WE CALL POETRYSOUP!!!!
AS I TAKE TIME TO READ,
CONTEMPLATE AND THINK,
THIS SOUP.......
UMMMMM
IT'S SO TASTY TO ME!!!!!!!!
Flow of pleasant wind
With slow flow say something
Someone understood well the flow
And try to well versed
Magical magic of the nature
Every moment creating new tune
Fall of rain fragrance of earthen
Slow flow of river Ganga
Spread only love
Make its reach to each heart
Beauty of your is work of nature
And innocent like Ganga River
Like the melodies sound of Ganga waves
Your lips also spread melody
You are both called heavenly art
You are both creation of god
Indubitably, you're a writer like me
But your world is drenched in apathy
You're plodding through with lethargy
To write words so unclear.
Introvert, you're unrehearsed
Yet so well versed
In lines that hurt
And tear apart the things that I hold dear.
My love for you
It still holds true
You're begging me to notice you
But I sense that you're a person of regret.
In stanzas and soliloquy
The daggers you choose carefully
Are aimed to say
"I'll criticize you yet".
Well versed
rehearsed
Best man
began
He joked
provoked
Each word
was slurred
Blah blah
faux pas
Defamed
and shamed
The bride
soon cried
Now crushed
she blushed
Red faced
disgraced
Without
a doubt
He put
his foot
Inside
his snide
Wide scouth
loud mouth
Not quite
contrite
Ashamed
he blamed
His botch
on Scotch.
3/ 21/ 2018.
She protruded from a background well-versed in mythology
Riddled in metaphors
Steeped in false parameters
Yet gifted in iambic pentametre
She coughed a bloodied bee onto her lap
and let the sparks fly.
She married a beekeeper in two syllables
And bit her tongue
Whilst the lines absolved her dichotomy of life
She tripped over her song's rhyme
She whistled a white-hole onto the page
And dropped herself inside.
Her jar will always be half-empty, with complete thoughts.
The shower is where we go to get dirty
A domain of filthy activity & debauchery
Together, we defile the sanctity of a shared space
An exercise for the well versed
Maneuvers that would make an acrobat blush
Water droplets mark the beginning of sensual hurricane
Swirled strokes to shake up the epicenter
Gripping the handles to hold onto dignity
Inhibitions tackled and thrown down the drain
Cleanliness, no longer lives between us
The shower, a whirlpool of emotions