Spellings Poems | Examples

Kingdom Come

And your kingdom come is mine left undone.

Like oil against water, a ladder with black cat,
is this passion or an anxiety attack?
Vampiric pale skin craves darkness in spades,
homophones trick spellings, “…she cleans to impress the maid”,
and your kingdom come shimmers where mine will fade.

One man’s rubbish is to black magpie treasure shining white,
through moss, mulch and mud sows snuffle truffles, a tempting bite.
Your kingdom come sees mine as blemish and blight:
when I wake in the morning and wish it be night,
content in loneliness but hope still for someone in sight.

Your kingdom found became my kingdom dropped,
even these rhyming jigsaws don’t always fit my refrain.

Your kingdom come and kingdom arrived and kingdom gold
your kingdom brave and kingdom holy and kingdom bold,
is foil for my kingdom came and kingdom went and kingdom past
my kingdom old and kingdom rusted and kingdom last.

Your kingdom come is nothing like mine - left undone.
Or maybe, your kingdom come is mine fatigued and just… done.

“…don’t fear the reaper,” he said, and I don’t. Why would I?

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To-be-at-your-best-version

Poetry Form: Sonnet
Date Written: 8022024
Time Written: 10:33pm

Old charm dies hard

(Seeing an old man walking out of a marriage registrar’s office with a young girl, two women talking…)

Retaining charm till old is art
More than the matter ‘tis of heart,
Look, unstirred, undeterred,
Caught he has a young bird—
The daughter of his old sweetheart,
Now hurt as if by Cupid’s dart! 

And old habit as well

(An old man, a retired teacher, and his two sons invoke spirit to write on Ouija board, which makes a spelling mistake, and the old teacher would not allow it to go farther, quoting, a mnemonic device to remember spellings of words with ei or ie. )

Invoked, the ghost when came to be,
The planchette moved on its will free,
The old man still shouted:
Ye must recall, blockhead,  
This: I ere E, save after C,
Look, there’s no C in grieve, it’s G.
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Tongue-in-cheek |07.07.2023| humour/rhyme

For the Love of Leigh

we are standing beneath a large marquee
to hear arrogant words of some marquis
a horrible man i just hate to see.
However, my obstinate girlfriend , she
insisted we leave our boat at the quay
to attend this function. It was her plea.
I don't understand my fiancé  Leigh,
but doing whatever she wants is key!
I hope afterwards they'll at least serve brie.

Nov. 8, 2022 
64 Words. Checked by Howmanysyllables.com and RZ (there are actually two other spellings for the ee rhyme sound that are not included in my poem and I was surprised that Leigh actually sounds like Lee!)
For Hilo Poet's Monomixorhyme Poetry Contest

Victoria's Secret

He and she wear similar names
Altered spellings
Brown sugar and black salt
Are meant to serve different purpose.

An offensive outfit
Hard earned money worth a semen
Mucus and milk must be siblings
Soul & tarot card reading is an unrecognised hobby.

Nine balls are snooked on an English table
The cue lies on her court.

Crime Dunt Pay

Please read it how you see it.lol.

Spellings not mi 4 tee tude,
I dunt no rite from rong.
I only borud that mistas car,
An a fortneet dint seem 2 long.

The coppas cum an tuck me,
Thay put me in a sell.
I put sum fewel in his car,
So y did he av to tell.

Thay tuk me to see the mista gudg,
That man with funny hare.
He sed that I am goin away,
Al av to tek anotha car
Or how will I get ther.

I dint no wat he ment,
He wos lokkin me away,
I just cum to re a lize
That crime just dusnt pay.

23/9/2021

Heck I Don'T Know

i.....

don't know.....
man oh man.....

why does it ake.....
friggin crappolla now a mistake.....
nuthin aches it all just takes.....

nuthin so that means talk about whatever!?.....
anything from something to nothing and that is.....
all that's left on the how to do page.....
so now it's time to creatively shut down the memory.....

andt....
fly by.....
instinct of words.....
sounds and spellings played.....
to think and feel a.....
music called poetry of times being.....
something that is legibly of conscious perceptions....
that is not solipsism but a deeper view.....
in which a being of self constants means relativity.....
shapes the world not solipsistic composers not learning by ear......


stan sand (piled    : )

Of Living More Than Loving

My words have failed me.  
I sacrificed my name to public records and statistics, 
it never existed in Bold,
 I sacrificed my voice to Times Old Indian 
I wrote my revolution but in a language that doesn't belong to me so I shaped my tongue in twisted Italics 
I forgot to underline the important phrases in letters I wrote to my family far far away 
so they forgot the importance of loving and bargained it with a money order of 2000 rupees. 
My spellings have been treacherous to me since I was 12, 
My teacher corrected me when I wrote living instead of loving. 
I'm 20, I know the difference. 
I have lived a lot. 
I have bargained living for loving.

Class Test :: Letrilla

  

My classmates asked how was the test
replied getting max, it's my best.

Good topic; wrote poem on cow.
Spellings OK, rhymes were perfect.
Meter, syllables count, twice checked
right stanzas placed, correct rhythm picked.
Got zero, while expected ‘wow’! 

Paper asked: write Essay; I'm stressed.

My classmates asked how was the test
replied getting max, it's my best.

Under Blood Red Skies

A mystery surrounds the stranded boat
Deserted in the shallow marshy fen,
And surreptitious rumours are afloat   *
Which bubble to the surface now and then.

A lad of good repute had claimed to see
Three people cast off late one afternoon,
But strolling home across the grassy lea
Two shapes alone rowed back by light of moon.

The boat rocks gently by the water's edge
Under the sanguine sunset’s sultry skies.
‘Foul play for sure’, some village folk allege;
No evidence, but questions still arise.

 Fear lurks without a shadow of a doubt
And surely one day soon the truth will out.

22.05.19
‘Choices poetry contest’ : sponsored by Sara Kendrick (picture 3 was chosen)
* British spellings

Relationship Scrabble

The letters of our language are unique and our own,
creating spellings unheard of and vocabulary unknown.

You send ‘imagidink’ through my ‘soigroundcrete’
and I ‘appberryana’ across your ‘voictalspeak’.
You place ‘forgemory’ below my ‘swimketball’,
I ‘sofchailow’ above ‘phorincall’.

Our gaming squares merge ‘upsangety’ for emotions new,
and ‘chopicany’ for debates and points of view.
They introduce ‘bagovel’ about reading and ‘shapeasel’ about art,
meld ‘caplarry’ to plan travel and use ‘freshinning’ for a new start.

Our words are a vernacular to trump any triple word score,
not confined to a board but free to ‘leviflysoar’.

Polka Dot Crazy

My uncle's polka dot bow-tie is markedly symbolic,
For he has been, throughout his life, a fervent spotaholic.
His patient wife, dear Dottie, with whom he is quite besotted
Will only buy him underpants if suitably bespotted!

Punctilious with spellings, it will come as no surprise,
That he delights to cross the T's and gaily dots the I's.
And even as a lad when bad concussion laid him low,
To see those spots before his eyes had minimised the blow!

So when he goes out walking with his pet dalmation,Spot
His coat aburst with polka dots, he doesn't care a jot!
I doubt he'll ever mend his ways for everybody knows
'A leopard cannot change his spots' - or so the saying goes!


18/01/19

'Polka dot poetry contest' : Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh

The Paint Mover

He leaves his silent signature on every piece of art
Not seeking worldly profit or acclaim,
Yet touches of perfection often set his work apart
And witness to his honourable name.

He moves his painter’s palette from the east unto the west
From north to south he coats the sweeping land.
His artistry is limitless and stunningly expressed
With every brushstroke marvellously planned.

Assorted textures bring to life the panoramic scenes
Resplendent in their richly varied hues,
From pastel pink to persimmon and dazzling emerald greens
Warm russet browns and iridescent blues.

A masterpiece can sometimes be neglected it is true
And counterfeits delude us at first sight,
So let us keep this perfect canvas in our field of view
And in the artist's workmanship delight.


06/10/18

(British spellings)

N/A :‘The paint mover poetry contest’ : Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen

Doctor Johnson Cried Out

Doctor Sam Johnson
In London one day
Cried out, “ ‘Twould be awesome
To look up a word, in a book say,
In order to ensure that the spellings are right
Of all of the words that are written these days.
(Not that I need it, but Boswell you might).” 
And so he set out to write one, and so it arrived,
Revolutionary, resplendent, in the 
Year of Our Lord, seventeen hundred and fifty five.

Overabundance of Books In Market

Overabundance of Books in Market
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"On the turn, 
I've found 
an overabundance of books 
in the market !
I've heard .......
There characters are being sold -
in some relations,
in some selected installments. ........
Some has filled with reasons.
Some has filled with superstitions.
Some has guided the paths.
Some are seeking the ways.
Some has for equations.
Some has for clarification.
Powerless words on paper 
are moaning in acute torture.
Wound of such scratch 
that are not coming on tongue.
Some are stumbling 
due to anomalies of characters. 
Some are shrinking & blushing 
as they're too scared with spellings.
As if, buried in the pages, 
worn saree of bookbinding. 
The middleman is recovered 
the desired auctioned amount.
It's the worst crime !
The buyer 
becomes offender.
As finally he does confess.!!"_____Durgesh Verma (28/07/2016)

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