Veracious Poems | Examples

Passive Aggressive

Please don’t create all the drama 
and then sit and ask why it’s there.
Say it’s okay but clearly it’s not 
start in on the texting girl just stop. 
It’s clear that you won’t just say it,
veracious words are absent here.
Either shoot straight or stay silent. 

All I really want is a peaceful vibe.
Girl, I’m not going to fall into it,
good god you feed off of conflict!
Reel it in and just simmer down 
easy to see why your crutch is THC.
Suture your mouth if you need to 
sour grapes is not a good look. 
I don’t want to play all these games. 
Victorious are those who will walk,
exit alone rather than sit and squawk.

Society as few know it

Veracious vanity about victories over 
veils shows vain values corrupted by 
vicious volatile villains in hopes for 
votive to vindicate, 
Grossly gluttons gain grains over 
gloomy groups of ghastly greiven gulls,
Foreign fighting by ferocious foes gets 
fulfilled here by fat-headed fools 
fulminating for their unknowing fatalities, 
Deep dark derivatives of evil dance daily 
drawing delusional dimwits to drown 
devishly in damnation, 
Multimedia manipulates millions 
maliciously magnifying multitudes of 
mass misguided many, 
Local laws layover latitudes of laundered 
logistics layering subliminal taxations 
lowering lifestyles lived by the 
Land of the Limited.

Veracious Mirror

Mirror tend me to realize, 
Invisible seems visible. 
Mirror rise the factual, 
It is not just a showpiece. 


Time always rotate mirror never, 
Full of secrets,
Create puzzles and  puzzles. 


Mirror is always right, 
It lead you to see the real fact,
Fact is not universal, 
It is beyond the actual. 


Mirror tend me to realize ,
Invisible seems visible. 
Mirror rise the factual ,
It is not just a showpiece.

Letter To My Beloved Celine

Honestly, I wasn't fine,
I told a lie.
I knew you won't stand the veracious
Of my suffering, that's why I lied.
Many lies I've told;
I said that I'm placid and cool, when I'm far from good.
All that I told you was "having a wondrous night sleep" 
when I hardly take a nap.
All my smiles and outer feelings were big disguise.
I couldn't tell you any of them- knowing you 
Won't stand the chance of seeing my wrecked heart 
tearing apart before you.
I love the memories we shared, so I wouldn't let 
A dim blacken a bit of it.
I'm enchant soul you couldn't see me bleeding
I didn't plan to leave you this way because, the life 
I promised you was as luxury as Nua's garden
But sorry I had to go.
Dear Celine, recent me as far as you could because to you
I have done many wrongs, but Have a miraculous and 
transcendent moments with our babies.
Please bear with me my beloved Celine.

A Hopeless Lament

Oh Veracious One! We knew about You 
And we despised You. How we resolved 
To disobey You and Your words
   In all possible ways. How could we foresee 
That to love You was the predicate 
For storing goodness throughout our lives?
That in You was the life we would desire
   If we did not hate You? How could we know 
That transgression against He who made
All things good would be our chains
In the darker places? Our jaws ache and burn
    From their clenching, our eyes blur ceaselessly,
For many waters pour forth, and yet in all of this
    Our cries are not heard.

Victoria Dianne

I dreamt of her last night,
It was so real I could taste the salt on her lips,
and the vengeance on her tongue
So sweet and so violent.
I believed she loved me
but only for a moment,
She was so tender 
seemingly veracious.
Till I lifted her black veil
and saw the lies behind 
her sparkling amber eyes.
That almost gets me every time.

Parton's Theory of Love Explained

It has been proven I think,
yes I believe it's almost a fact,
scientifically verified,
not by all experts but quite a few.

Yes, 'Love is like A Butterfly.'
Dolly Parton has said so
and what better proof do we need?

The best butterfly nets
are made of holes.
The very best cost more - naturally,

these nets have even larger holes
and are especially made for
people to get caught in

thus allowing
veracious love-sick butterfly's
time to nibble at us
all the live long night and day.

Veracious Rover

Hundred million K' away neighbour, Mars
     Hovers bolognese smeared brother, ice brick
     Fondness for possibles although bizarre
     Intoxicate screw loose hair brained psychic


     Frog skin glint silk soak, last page of atlas 
     Frigid rift in regolith terracotta
     Ancient alien sustaining chalice
     Embalms escargot creatures exotic  


     Savant submerged in claiming lake, limbs grey
     Gnawed on by hordes of sword fish ravenous
     Haunting waters, explorer credere 
     Stores files in his spongy tissue camera


     Angora cotton ball goats, horns antennas
     Munch dust, dull marbles watch earth untether




       
         Still the twentieth of October
            Extra terrestrial Thursday

Love Funeral

Another day is about to die, 
And another tear in my eye 
Just blazes and sparkles. 
We are simply standing in the darkness 
Feeling the sadness that kills other emotions 
And makes our bodies with no motion. 
You are unable to tear the silence apart, 
And you are trying to gently touch my heart, 
But every next move of yours makes 
Just another one of my eternal aches 
Which are hidden somewhere deep inside, 
Hidden in the back of the feeling called pride. 
I’m smiling, but a cobweb of sadness gapes between us 
You don’t feel that, even nobody else does. 
Something cold and strange fills the air 
Oh, God. Let it be just a night-mare. 
But, let’s face it. It is not. 
This is far away from what I’ve sought. 
The love, your love for me is gone now 
It happened…I don’t know, somehow. 
I’m unable to say anything on my part, 
A beaming wreath of thorns covers my heart. 
But the thoughts are clear in my mind 
Although a way out they shall not find: 
I will never ever love the way I loved you, 
And I’ll nobody let hurt me the way you do. 
The most veracious fact I regret remains unsaid 
Is…”I will truly love you till I am dead”.

Springtime

Springtime touch unfolds veracious winsome,
colorful rainbow blossom to come.
Tranquil redolence fragrance,
a ballad narrated on carpet grass pleasance.

Crisp dawn enlightens fanciful golden
colors, of purples, pinks, greens, quaint and olden.
Blends float and dance amongst the valley
outstretch, toward enraptured abbey.

Glorious hanging ivy, juniper, kiss
me not plants, all in a garden's vast bliss.
As the fields blossoms quince to thirst
sweet and tender jewels among all to burst.

7/28/2021

Sable Poetic Leakings

assiduous
spiritual voices
whisper veracious words:
faith tested
is faith strengthen…
firmed like tested muscles…
flexing mind
expands and joyful spirits
dance as mental quills
ink blood of truths…
hemorrhaging
melodic metered sounds
flowing freely from 
the sable cerebral womb:
delivering new hope
sucking leaking nipples
of undying faith…

Sacrafice

Sacrifice 
Hardships, however hard they try,
Will always be cruel.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the hardships,
Gently they go - the harsh, the barbarous, the inhumane.

How happy is the true atonement!
Are you upset by how veracious it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the atonement so accurate?

I saw the big unpleasant person of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the pain.
Are you upset by how prodigious it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the pain so galactic?

I saw the the yellow compunction of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the repentance.
Whip. whip, whip.

One afternoon I said to myself,
"Why isn't the fellowman more extraordinary?"
Down, down, down into the darkness of the fellowman,
Gently it goes - the characterless, the mundane, the commonplace.

I saw the eternal trait of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the humbleness.
Does the humbleness make you shiver?
does it?

A Poet's Duty

Sondering mind which realises the agony of every heart,
this is how the journey of a poet starts.
Praise and prejudice he receives all,
one who rises is bound to fall.
For telling the truth and being a sleuth,
the poet is refrained.
His veracious poetries are simply disdained.
Using his pen like a sword he slashes  through the society to know it all,
the ugly truth makes his body shiver,
his candour heart starts to quiver.
A poet is a  mirror of the society ,
who portrays the real picture with propriety.
He writes what he feels,
he writes what he sees.
He has seen love blossoming in the middle of a war.
He has seen treachery in a family of four.
He has seen the fear in the eyes of  a prey when the lion roars.
The duty of a poet is to write and write with all his might.
To write about war and forget love,
is like describing the colour white  without mentioning dove.
Sorrows ,misery and happiness are the stanzas of the same poem,
look around my dear friend, you will find a poet in every home.

The Moose Family, Marvin and Matilda

The Moose Family
(Marvin & Matilda}

Marvin was trotting along in the deep of the woods
Alone so he could hunt for food for wife and son as he stood
Reaching his destination he waited for his mate Matilda
Veracious he was in evading the many hunters like fella
Instantly he caught sight of his loving wife Matilda
Now his eyes are plenty happy for Jr. Marvin Woodya

Matilda was slowly trotting to her son Marvin Jr.
Allowing for her little one to catch up like a small warrior
Trotting together was the three- some  family of moose
Into the wilderness of open fields like wild feathered gooses
Leaving a trail for all the weathered hunters out there
Delving deeper and deeper in the forest way out there
All the family of the moose evaded the weathered hunters quite fair.

Beloved Bosomly Bestie

BELOVED BOSOMLY BESTIE

Swift & Sweet Salone-Titi as the Washington West Wind,
Frenzy, fearsome & fair stallion,
Your loving heart heals a battalion,
Tho a victim of veracious voluptuous vociferous bum,
But many wish they replicate you, tho different for some,
Wisdom is not only your name but your act,
You tower even far above imagination and fact,
Your tenderness is like kisses from a dear,
No better feeling I can get than having you near,
No fear in your love
Cos your cheer is enough,
I shed ink and punch screen because I miss you,
Hope my words top your cup to the full.
My DIVINEly REBEKAH & one in a millie DELPHINA,
The passion in me that burns & drips like liquid fire,
Now I'm fulfilled to call thee wifey,
Because the butter has been spread o'er the bread nicely.
Beloved bosomly bestie,
Swift & Sweet Salone-titi as the Washington West Wind.

VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 28th March, 2020.
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