Voraciously Poems | Examples

AoTEARoa aka New Zealand

Spine chilling velocity
Willing feverish ferocity
Pollution spilling atrocity
Pushes our buttons
Top billing forging
Fiendish drilling pomposity
Gluttons gorging in the isles of muttons

Coining the term “purloining”
Plunder even here down under
Cast asunder..can hear the thunder
In the proud land of 
The long white cloud

Scold from the fold to heal
But won’t listen..do a deal
Gaudy gems appeal..glisten
History sold for pieces of gold

Cower to phoney crony power
Dour Parasites roll the dice
Show pony baloney hour

Off their heads...now divining 
Mining our whining sea beds..

Palaver of scour..devour and sour
Splice our shining slice of paradise
Vice rather than stories of glories told

Voraciously gobbling veracity
Audaciously hobbling precocity
Generosity wobbling even in the home
Of lengthy Cumulus Curiosity…

Not being funny
In this Land of Milk & Honey
Won’t kowtow to the cash cow

Getting out of hand
Because the answer forever
Whatever will never ever
Be just money!

WHEN I WAS WHERE

I remember me when I was until
I become what I am I was just a child
And I began to walk. Then as I walked
I also I tested my talk. Voraciously 
Yeah I spoke I began walking on
Further I stalked adulthood and 
Knowledge as well and fell a few 
Times within my lines of rhymes
As I walked and turned the corner
Before I knew it I was a full blown 
Full grown adult! But oh now wait
This was Not my fault! Where'd my
Coloring books and crayons sweep
Off to what was this CRUEL CUE?! I need
The glue! FOR SURE MY LIFE WAS
FALLING APART?  maybe Coming
Somehow together whoa! WHATEVER!
Alright I have the mic. I need maps
Charts  statics I AM SERIOUSLY 
AFFLICTED! HEEEY! WHO DID THIS!
Have to grow though I can't  so...
I have to strain. In pain nooo I know
But I know things I know every avenue
Of my strife...I know... thing? 
MY LIFE  CHANGED.

Vampire - Pleiades Poetry Contest

Vigorous cold creature 
Valiantly lingering 
Voraciously preying 
Vicious during the night 
Vulnerable in day 
Vetting the source of light 
Vampire, afraid of light

Pleiades poetry contest 
3rd place

Vampire

Voracious blood suckers
Vespertilian beasts
Vermilion eyes, white fangs
Velvet cloak, black en-wrapped
Vigilant for dawn's break
Voraciously gorging
Vivid red neck vein blood

Stone Soup

The storm stirred…having ingredients our neighbors provided.
Stolen goods, the storm stashed in its wings, and headed East.
The storm boiled in Mississippi - all baby boomers spelled
that state voraciously m-i-ss-i-ss-i-pp-i…the eye of the storm, calm,
while the raptor tore apart lives. The weeping of dark clouds
over smithereens. The storm with a long wooden handle, stirring
hail and adding more broth. No one cared for this stone soup.

neighborly stone soup
NO THANK YOU emphatically
Bless your heart tongue goads

3/26/2023

From wikipedia: Stone Soup is a European folk story in which hungry strangers convince the people of a town to each share a small amount of their food in order to make a meal that everyone enjoys, and exists as a moral regarding the value of sharing.

Prayers for those affected by this terrible storm!

Pharisaic Shark

You are a lustful Pharisaic shark, who feeds voraciously from the sea of corruption.

You turn your soul away from the righteousness of God's ordinance, and now your head is sick with greed.

Your flesh burns with desire.

Your heart becomes laden with iniquity.

You wear an integument crimson as you let the tide of immorality navigate you to an equable rookery.

You are trapped in a world of get rich, stay rich syndrome.

So, at will, you summon your false devoted mien when you assemble the sheep.

You are a rhetoric genius.

You are brilliant in systematic explanations of the biblical text with theatrics and thematic expository narratives.

With an unpurified soul, you instill in yourself the force to be personable and charismatic as you sink your articulate fangs deep into the throats of your faithful sheep.

You gave birth to yourself and you live in a realm of narcissism.

You live with no prickling stings of regrets.





January 16, 2023

1 Timothy chapter 3 verse 8  
2 corinthians  chapter 8 verse 21

A Lurking Shadow

How perfidious is it to hide,
not to be found and be recognized
for the values not revealed
but shamefully being cast aside? 
How deplorable is it to renounce existing,
refusing the crown of meekness,
a life of peaceful days, of a lesser complicity  
and accept the glory of vanity...
when feelings of betrail resurge, contesting
the perception of loss beyond credibility?

Does one choose loneliness so voraciously sought,
that retreat from a squalid existence that fate brought
to a secluded place that lacks colors and sounds
allowing horrid darkness to descend upon defeats,
blocking out the brilliance and blighting the thoughts
of a mind in search of solitude and self-awareness? 

How pathetic us to turn 
into a lurking shadow
to conceal the frown of scorn,
the angry look of hurt...
rejecting soothing comfort,
accepting horrid sorrow!

Do all have the same principles of idiocy
and follow a deceiving voice
swerving them from reason...
does it offer delusions that attempt treason?
How strong is their effect on honesty;
how will it coordinate with their choice?

Departures the Movie

movie about 
Preparing the dead
Was moving
In so many ways


It celebrates life
And the beauty contained
As a heart wrending
Story relays

My favorite scene
Is the one
Where they feast
After closing up shop for the day


As one of the
Leading men
Gorges himself
 He looks at his partner to say

I hate myself !


The embracing of
Life so voraciously
After dealing with death
And it's sting


Fills the viewer
With hope
As for answers they grope
As to if their own lives mean a thing

Though it's written
That we 
On the scales 
Are mere dust

This observation
I've 
Come to trust

He sees me!

Return of the Swifts

A chirp-chirp-chirping I find delightful
Echoing through my open hearth,
Chimney swifts have returned to nest
In the open flue, their usual berth.

Warmth from the pilot light drifts aloft
Keeping the nestlings nice and warm,
Nurturing parents flying back and forth
Capturing insects from spring’s swarm.

Feeding their voraciously hungry young
Who soon will fly skyward and take flight,
Then I hear no more chirp-chirp-chirping
As they soar through the square of light. 

written April 10, 2022
submitted to Brian Strand's Premier Contest

Capture the Lesson

With your dad idling in a box stand for huge bucks.
Over time, you're fled with mates, proving plucks.
After all, swiftly, your kids start engaging in sport.
Over the eager mass, they may trap your caring snort.

The sensitive inner voice is voraciously unhappy.
A bird in an enclosure inside a parent's bravery!
It mused with sails when tackled with the ocean.
It stood back from the nest in awe for heaven. 

It draped blaze in such a way to reach the moon.
And strayed the long-appreciated rules of the boon,
Also, hypothesize what our flawed eyes might follow.
From that ugly lofty position of vehement sorrow!

For the dirt's posterity, this is precisely madness.
To confide in ocean's furls their home excess.
We are thrust in the hardness of your wings.
Anyhow, the fore divided signs of airy plings.

If you're ripe to revere those who heaved you,
Besides, all other bodies sailing by your view,
And acclaim the person who conceives you from the void.
To arise as an idiosyncratic being, yet not decoyed.

Written: February 04, 2022

Encourage Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh

Ventriloquially

Voices filling my mind
vailed beneath languid lips,
voraciously needing
valerian release.
Vain are my attempts to
vocalize her desire.


05/05/2021

Haiku

tornado
on the plain
eats voraciously
cattle stampede


Modified haiku form for Non Traditional poetry contest.

Aromatic Florence-

Fondly fragrant favorites fierce findings,
Florence's feelings fluctuate forcefully  foreknighting  fleshly furously fondly voraciously fresh finally flows

12/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr

Scavengers

I’ve developed a deep respect for scavengers.
They ravenously attack that which most would disdain;

The impure,
        the contaminated,
                         the defiled,
the rotting flesh gorged with maggots.

Furiously devouring the putrid flesh of the no-longer-living,
inhaling its essence.

They voraciously consume what others abhor,
taking it in with a fervor, a passion,
allowing their body to perform its natural process.

Turning rot into life.
Taking those sacred nutrients, missing from the board of kings,
and churning it into the milk of gods

Dancing In Clover

Skies were gray again,
 another day of rain falling constant without end
but the cottontail buck bunny made his way
 through the wet bending grass on display
 to find the clover patch for which he prayed.

The little herbivore nibbled and he chewed
 all the while in observant surroundings he viewed,
first the green leaf shamrocks eaten voraciously in repeat
 then a momentary pause before the greater treat
 the flowered blossoms white and sweet.

As the rain slowed with clouds oft and behind
 he found himself in delight, happy with his find,
and stood on his hind legs to clean his face of its reward
 and with the swift energy he now stored
he kicked the ground and in the air he soared.
 
With an energetic twist and leap
 he rose high flicking head and feet
his jump and twist and run binking
 exuded joy and fun without blinking
then quick away from the clover patch he danced.

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