Supervised Poems | Examples

Childhood Summers

I loved my childhood summers
In the mountains, where we stayed
In a small, one-bedroom bungalow 
Where memories were made.

We didn’t mind the lack of space;
Outside were fields of grass
With lots of friends to hang with -
Oh, how quickly time did pass!

In day camp we had arts and crafts;
We swam and ran around
And played on teams in every sport 
Where balls or nets were found.

Specifics now have vanished 
From the cells inside my brain,
But the happy feelings overall 
Still powerfully remain.

We had such freedom then as kids;
Our days belonged to us.
So when our moms yelled, “Suppertime!”
We bounded home, no fuss.

The youth today, on hearing this,
Would not know what I mean,
For summers now are supervised 
Or spent before a screen.

Steel Ruler

Steel Ruler

My steel ruler, Mr I Will 
Toy With Your 
Affections, passed away 
last Wednesday. The doctor said it was a 
severe, sudden disease that 
was going around that got her. At her funeral in 
the backyard I sung to 
her her favourite vowels i and v, then I 
confessed for her to be the 
Cheese Stick snatcher. My stationary wept, then I 
supervised, judged, a 
celebration adagio that was 
secretly a 
competition. Of course, the ones whom didn’t move 
slowly were 
automatically OUT! And the winner was: 
Mr Hole Puncher. No prize was given. Who placed 
2nd? Well, in 
my mind there’s 
no 2nd.

rainbow nation

Rainbow nation

It rained and rained, fine rain but persistent 
mountains dissolved, and rocks turned into sand 
When the rain stopped, a smooth landscape 
of peace and camel dung
Before the deluge, people who had sinned were
stoned to death since this was no longer
possible the sinner had to eat a kilo of carrots
until they turned orange and 
were not invited to dinner
or supervised at the supermarket
The authorities thought this was a good idea and 
made a color program,
 to better classify
 left-wingers
and radicals, making them eat cabbage till they 
turned green and could not hide their socialist 
tendency and forbidden to enter posh restaurants
The government liked this so much that they decided to
classify all classes, beetroots for the royals 
deep yellow for the middle class and potato peel
for the working class and pink for artists
Alas, people fall in love across the color barrier
their children looked like rainbows and were impossible to classify
Therefore, the government declared everyone s
equals, but instead build bigger prisons

Ancient Egypt's Glory

The Nile was serene
    its riverbank green
  Cleopatra the Queen
    supervised poverty obscene

  Ancient Egypt's glory?
    'twas short, brutish and mean
  for builders of pyramids
    worn out at eighteen

Must Be Nice

must be nice 
re-united are souls separated on Earth,
memories come to life, once again.
Uncles, Aunts, grandpas and grandmas -
a newly formed family, up in heaven.
must be nice 
Whilst we still hold on to past departures, 
for death still stings when days turn cold,
as scars attempt to re-surface, deep within our hearts.
Food is harder to swallow, gulping down liquids to help ease the throat meant to tempt the tears to fall.
must be nice 
Oh how we wish we could gain access to supervised visits, sanitise our sensitivity,
for those who left before you are now blessed to have you.
must be nice -
we miss you, no matter the years gone by,
we miss you, especially on Christmas time.

18 December 2022
"Christmas in Heaven: A focus on loved ones in Heaven at Christmastime" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by BJ Legros Kelly

Cruise Calmness

The time to be happy is now
For the task unto which my pledge bow

Has given me enough motive
To be up to its crack; adaptive

Growing up effective means through
Its affirmative defenses view

How else would confirmation sign
The awaited supervised deadline


The place to be happy is here
Holding unto peaceful atmosphere

Studying promotes duality:
A setting of  class formality

What call to duty checks often
To promote the upcoming Aaron

Before Moses free departure
To lead on others as an archer 


The way to be happy is to
Make others happy  ou of the blue

Providing clues to clueless mind
For none to go astray or grow blind

Like fools give up at ease on hope
Not sure if trying would help them cope

Off its impossibility
Worship inevitability

I have got a little heaven 
Smart OYO-MESI in their seven

Overnight switching codes for peace
Disturbing minds' growths to be at ease

As joyfully as emotions
Running moving streams to form oceans

Unbearable cross then lightened
Amidst schedules for dream so tightened.

Morality Viii

Morality is mainly 

The product of compassionate acts

That 

Are inspired by the divine, 

Supervised by wisdom,

And 

Applied by love! 







© Demetrios Trifiatis
  27 September 2022

A Hurrying Against An Inspection

A means was hurriedly devised
To have their profiles revised,
A great deal improvised
And staff strictly supervised…

Also, a means to be apprised
Of Interview questions not surmised,
To have them earlier analyzed
For  minds to be better advised…

And what it should cost summarized
To have the inspector’s toilet standardized,
His official car customized
And reserved fruits liquidized!

All ahead of his notified inspections
With staff-dropping intentions.

I Am Sorry But I Have To Say No

I will not say it’s not you, it’s me.
I could not insult you like this.
I want you to know however….

I am not going to be able to write a reference letter.
It’s not that I do not like you, for I certainly do.
I have never supervised you.
You need to ask a supervisor.

Not using a supervisor might indicate that
you do not get along well with your supervisors.
Also, I only worked with you about six days.
That is also not impressive on a reference letter.

If they ask me if you are reliable, dependable, punctual,
or trustworthy, I would have to say I have no idea.
I enjoy your friendship, but you need to do yourself a favor
and ask a supervisor to write you a reference letter.

Not a single one of them would out of seven?
I am sorry, but I have no advice, only appreciation that you asked me.
To do you the best favor, however, I have to say no.

A Butterfly For Rolla

She was beautiful in a way that only nature understood 
walking out into the sunlight she turned sunlight into Hyde   
raven black hair that fanned, two eyes of mesquite wood 
no taller then four feet guided with a partnered girl guide 

Little did I know she belonged to the day camp next door 
recovering from trauma she'd been matched and supervised 
all I said to her was,  " your beautiful" no less,  no more, 
she froze turned around and ran, all I saw was her backside 

Later I was told she had been burned and scarred by an Uncle 
I assumed the word beautiful was a Stanley knife to fear  
she reminded me of a meteor rock, a magnificent Runkle 
that burned very brightly as she re-entered earth's atmosphere 

Oh she was beautiful  in ways only nature could not misconstrue   
truth be told I sat on a bench and cried, deep inside I felt her pain 
so I painted her a butterfly so she could put it on her window pane 
and at the bottom I inscribed the words, "Rolla, I love you " 

July 15, 2021 
Sponsor Name: Regina McIntosh 
Contest Name: Touch My Heart

Self-Deluded Brain

I have tons of dreams amid the night's agony.
My optimism was tainted by despair.
Is there a cure to reignite passion?
Even anxiety found me sad.
The walls of the soul were silent.
The definition of wanting was inhibited.
And now I find myself at the ending of the hallway.
I am vigorously and repeatedly supervised.
Have faith in healing, waiting for relief.
We are puzzled by social visions.
The sharp focus is like a cloud.
The light on the Dark Ages.
Appears and vanishes.
Meaningless.
Stress.

What Good Can Come From Today

~ January 6, 2021 ~ 


What good can come
  from the malevolence of today
Our jaws dropped to the floor
  as insurrectionists held sway

Our faith in our institutions shattered
  and, yes, in ourselves too
To handle the transition of power
  like democracies do

Staying angry won't help
  Instead we can learn a couple of lessons
To run 'by the book,' tightly-supervised elections
  ~ and never to let anyone with our capitol be messin'

Numerious Horn Haiku

God helped me count sheep
so i safely went to sleep
that did become deep

throughout the city
they had formed a committe
that measured pity

knew trump did deveive
who in will never believe
him we should relieve

heard democracy
became a bureaucracy
with hypocracy 

had been called willy
then they would name him billy
was born in philly

things tried to explain
be sure to get out of rain
or will go down drain

brain God did disturb
He predicated a proverb
sinners slipped off curb

trump learned about lust
likes women with a big bust
him could never trust

outlook had been dim
was trump and because of him
people seemed so grim

trump we do despise
will see women with their thighes
gave fives that are highs

they knew what we meant
trump is illegitimate 
glad when he will quit

trump who we all hate
library wants to create
which was out of dat

what we realized
trump needs to be supervised
his dirt was disguised
definitely deceive
always wanted him to leave
he is our pet peeve

heard latest rumors
when trump was wearing bloomers
one of baby boomers

I Am Right Here

I Am Right Here

Thy lent shadow tenders thee liberty,
In occasional fading of the sun,
Willed to oneness, stayed in captivity.

Rift recurs thy stained disability,
A jigsaw puzzle of thee spreads undone,
Thy lent shadow tenders thee liberty.

Thy severance stirs midst society,
Vacant faces go unanswered by one,
Willed to oneness, stayed in captivity.

Focused attention gifts simplicity,
A wanton fix since medicines begun,
Thy lent shadow tenders thee liberty.

Supervised courses thy anxiety,
Being cut-off, edges in its long run,
Willed to oneness, stayed in captivity.

Prayer capitulates thy malady,
Free to explore a memory homespun,
Thy lent shadow tenders thee liberty,
Willed to oneness, stayed in captivity.

2020 June 20

Sand, Bricks and Binkies

I'm convinced that if we can't be civil, we must separate.
The differences are becoming too great.
The privileged and the entitled
feeding on the exceptions to the rule.
Plucking out the worst of our races
the rotten grapes of our society.
displayed in a crystal clear bowl
for all the world to see.
Dirty black and dirty white laundry
hanging upon a thin blue line.
Pin headed agitators preparing the bon fire beneath.

It's time to separate-go our own ways,
rather than sling boulders
push each other into pits and grates.
We need a two-state solution and quick.
but first we have to build a wall between us.
The building of bridges experiment has burned down.
But if and when things settle down
{when we grow up a little}
we could open a door in the wall
have a supervised play date,
With pictures of Gandhi-Martin Luther king 
rimming the sandbox-to set the mood straight...
With God and the {international} guard at the ready
just in case we start slinging sand, bricks and binkies...again.

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