Spotlighted Poems | Examples

FLY HIGH!

‘tis not this scape judgy?
‘lo, prey on the defenseless
short of a chirp, quite rationalized
facets of your twisted facade
the soul degrading you?
despises, despises theeself
thy insecurities shall protrude
thy good and their wrong spotlighted
i won’t get ready for this world
it will get ready for me
let their hearts pound in their chest
cause I’m fighting for those who can’t fight
it’s going the hell down
FLY HIGH! No one but you has lived a second of your life
FLY HIGH! The useless always negatively lie
FLY HIGH! We’ll prove our existence to those who reject it
TO THE SKY! F I G H T !

Nightfall

Solemn overcast 
         of black 
spotlighted by 
         tingling 
twinkling stars 
         who's jealousy 
take over the sky

Bide'N Time

Beneath the spotlighted glow
He puts on a curious show

reads from his notes
mangles his quotes

knows not what he needs to know

John G. Lawless
©4/30/2023

Peabody

Faith and Adam to the rescue
Delighted many people in queue
Purely a heartfelt-blow of compassion
To people of the world in different fashion

Peabody is the name on filminis
A small horse spotlighted out of many stories
Strength to Faith and Adam for their concern
And to dodo, awarding an inspiring life for Pea of mane

To Levitate

To Levitate

 Star shades dance on the sea spotlighted by harbour light
seen when you levitate unhindered by an earthly body
when the sea is dusky silk, sleep under an abstract cloud
embraced by Morpheus's insentience.

As the astral body arises held by a fine thread of life
that can spontaneously snap by instantaneous Zephyr
from the galaxy of restless stillness,
speed back to the body dulled, lest the sleep is forever.

Only Girl Stature

In a nostalgic scene of my childhood* dramatic moment…

…. there was I …

The only girl among three siblings
most beloved by my dear family 
as the darling princess
oh, pampered stature I held 
for almost five years…
then… I felt dethroned…. 
by a brand new baby
“ so prettily cute…”

 ~~~~~~~
Pain gripped me then
as one helplessly robbed
of a precious possession…
yes, I grieved to lose 
wondrous apple-of-the-eye-attention
lavishly bestowed to me 
as the only girl.

… that was me … sulking…

Oh, I admit having been spotlighted 
in my pity-party nook
nonetheless, my dear parents 
with their unchanging love and care 
constantly affirmed my princess’ status
thereby announcing: 
“you two are our beautiful 
princesses from the Lord.”

Thus, my sister and I are still and forever in our family!

*1Corinthians 13:11 When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

June 12, 2021
1st place, "A Brian Strand July 8" Free Verse Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 7/8/2021.

He Had No Rights

The spiral staircase made her high heels sing 
Her soft silhouette was mesmerizing
The orchestrated trills were riveting 
He would not have missed this for anything

She slowly turned spotlighted to the crowd
Which, along with drum intro, drove them wild
Her sultry voice and entertainment style
Rocked the arena for many a mile

From here the City churches pierced the mist
A scene no photographer could resist
Heck with the order to cease and desist
Taping her performance, he blew a kiss

Stars twinkled and music filled the night air
For him to make money seemed only fair
Video, in its case, was marked with flare
He closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square

Promptly arrested and taken to jail
He called his ex-wife to help him make bail
Her sultry voice told him to go to hell

May 18, 2018



One, Nine and Sixteen Upgrade by Viv Wigley*
Sixth Place

*Line one - 'The spiral staircase made her high heels sing'
Line nine - 'From here the City churches pierced the mist'
Line sixteen - 'He closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square'

Charmed At First Sight

It was in Westland that I met this barmaid, 
She looked fragile,and complexed with manifestations of excellence, 
That very night I sat exactly after four seperated bevies nailing myself to eminence, 
Kindly when she served me a bottle of drink, 
I spotlighted her beauty towards higher regard,though she saw herself as a fink, 
Frankly,what I was seeing in her had a prospective blink, 
This lady was pitch-black, 
Framed in reality,she was an erudite and not a yack,
With inner pattern deemed with confidence,
I made her to believe the first sight attraction she spread out in alpha mense,
And she divided her lips into structure of my hopeful bens, 
What came after that late night is when we're now couples on honey moon, 
And I just can't match our excitements to what feelings intends to move, 
Only when our personalities are commune and tied with a strong single loop,
Because,your presence has outlined the eyes of my heart to hold you in my room.

Government Is Broken

GOVERNMENT IS BROKEN.

NO RESOLUTION,

ONLY DIS-APPOINTMENT.

A GRAND DISTRACTION,

BUT NO TRUTH,

ONLY DIS-SATISFACTION.

FAKE NEWS SPOTLIGHTED BY THE MEDIA.

REAL ISSUES COME AND GO,

BUT NO RESOLUTION.

WHAT IS THE RELEVANCE OF A GOVERNMENT BROKEN?

IS GOVERNMENT TO SERVE THIS CHILDHOOD RACE CALLED HUMANITY?

WE ARE BUT A SPECK OF CIVILIZATION,

OF THE TRUE HISTORY OF HUMANITY.

SHALL WE REMAIN A DISTRACTION FROM FREEDOM?

SURELY HUMANITY NEEDS TO RISE,

ABOVE THE DARKNESS, GREED, AND LIES.


WE WILL RISE!





WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT

AUGUST 3, 2017.

A Wingless Angel Fallen From the Orion

You came down from the Orion to this damned earth. 
Somewhere in space you lost your heavenly wings. 
You have come far away from your place of birth. 
In coming down, you have brought numerous things. 

Among the presents you brought is your brilliance. 
The brilliance in your eyes is totally unrivaled. 
At your shining existence all beings sigh in resonance. 
Your celestial mind is a mysterious world untraveled. 

Deep in your eyes there is something wet. 
That wetness is unique to your own being. 
In no one else have I seen anything similar yet. 
To me your gleaming eyes are always tear-jerking. 

Dancing on the stage with your refined skin spotlighted, 
Your alluring smile grabs my whole existence. 
Even to the Antarctica I'd pursue you delighted. 
Your magical glow stands out in all this silence. 

For your love I could easily sacrifice my life. 
Your adorable thin lips make me tremble. 
Your ephemeral slender figure kills me as if with a knife. 
Your divine eternity always makes me humble. 

   (June 30, 2015)

Michael's Final Olympics

The Louvre debuted an exhibit today:
Cascading Marbles of Ripples and Folds.
In waves came patrons in trenches to see
what secrets David, the masterpiece, holds;

Each stroke of genius from Michelangelo,
memories written by one fountain pen.
The stories of glory reflected in mirrors,
standing on mantels as sculptures - not men;

Below, the crests are eagerly waiting
to swim with artists whose tributes remind:
Of time, friends, and even love sacrificed,
with hopes that they may be honored in kind.

Immortal cocoons that blossomed to gold,
butterflies all, confident, hold steady,
their backs are pressed with spotlighted silver,
adrenaline flowing now as they ready:
Greek gods embossed with streamed streaks of bronze,
on cliffs of Olympus, peer at the sea;	

Then, from the silence, a shrill piercing scream –
     Michael Phelps gives chase to one final dream.


8/10/2016
Submitted for Contest:  Olympic Mania

Gentle Ape Ft Worth Zoo 1980

"The Thinker - FORT WORTH ZOO July 1980"
What's on your mind? You scratch your head and stare,
as if perhaps you've known me all along;
and in your eyes, yes, I can see it there,
a silent thought, that something must be wrong--

behind your glass--spotlighted for the world
to have and hold, a precious memory
of you; your eyes so deep, your fingers curled,
and in your face, the look we never see.

Oh gentle ape! If we could reach your mind!
Perhaps the wrong that's grown with you in age
won't mean so much--but you will never find
a tropic breeze, there in your Texas cage!

   I've seen. I've left. And felt a little shame
   because your eyes are always just the same.

              copyright 1980-94 ron wilson.aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
in honor of THE THINKER, a massive, wonderful gorilla who greeted the public as first entering the Fort Worth, Terxas zoo for years, behind a thick protective glass. If still alive, he would now be over 38 years old. God bless.

Moon Bathing

The soft humming sound of the cooling fan seeps through the crevices in her head, escorting a maze runner within her. She wishes to put an end to it. Both the fan and the maze runner.  Yet, she requires both, much like oxygen, to sleep in this Indian summer night. Instead, she rises from bed and ribbons the drapes to the sides of the window, the moon rays' reflections cutting through the capiz shells of the shutter like a blade, leaving her skin singing the blues. She opens the shutter, and her bed is flooded with music and light akin to a spotlighted opera stage. She then lay down for the night, bathing in the woody amber scented moonlight.

The night sky asks the moon.
Down there, is someone thinking
Of you tonight.
The moon smiles.
The stars giggle.

-maria
11.9.15

Gone Forever

Here I sit amongst the long grasses and the reed,
in a solitary place, where my breath is freed,
on an Indian Summer's evening on the lake bed,
autumn has come, yet the warmth has not fled.

Blazing orange skies, are mirrored to reflect,
I cannot imagine a scene being any more perfect,
as I looked up, an unfallen leaf caught my gaze,
spotlighted in the sun's last golden rays.

I noticed this crimson leaf as it began to wave,
the end of a short life that I could not save,
then swept away suddenly by the wind's rake,
and ripples formed as it landed on the still lake.

The leaf was carried away and my eyes followed,
then drowned by the water's surface and swallowed,
windy fingertips tugged it from the branch to sever,
existing once, like today, and then was gone forever.








Note - This was my original idea for the poem "The leaf",
but it was revised for a contest. I just wanted to post both 
versions of the poem.

The Leaf

Among the long grass of the land and reed,
there is a lonely place where thoughts are freed,
Saint Martin's summer spreads upon the lake
in warm conditions all domains partake.

The blazing, orange skies, on earth reflect
perfection's lingering details connect
a red, still hanging leaf has caught my gaze
spotlighted in the sun's last golden rays.

This leaf, upon the branch, began to wave,
(it's ending, little life I could not save),
and swept away by Autumn's windy rake,
imprinted ripples on the peaceful lake.

The leaf was carried, as my eyes complied,
then drowned inside the lake's blue waves that shied,
the sweeping northern gust, the leaf discerped,
that neath the surface is forever kept.









Written by Kelly Deschler   September 19th, 2014

Revised by Giorgio A. V.

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