Anonymous Words Poems | Examples
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From Genes to Brains to Books
Lap in words from these Brooks
Pan ideas heavy to swirl analysis
There, assimilate your anonymous
Fill your Mind to cast first Editions
Emulate Gutenberg's Impressions
Now, aspire to be
SET FREE
The Plump needs Enduring Exercise
To Excess Weight shed and check size,
I tell you: need to questions ask
For a just confronted task;
Navigator’s Compass arrange
For voyage that over seas range:
Your two legs straighten and back arch
Ahead of a circuitous March;
For The Anonymous Caller,
Calm Ears of one who is taller,
Priming them for Threats or Shy Love
To Caller: “You’re The One above!’’
Surely, one needs Balanced Diet
For relevance in A Riot…
All these Free Advice to revise
And their testing a means devise.
Surprisingly wrapped
The Gift
Bows of elegancy
Ribbons overflowing
Beautiful, amazed
In a daze
The gift.
Diamonds, Pearls
All types of gifts
Secretly anonymous
The lid is lifted.
Priceless
She speaks
Oh my, the gift.
Later noted
As the days passed by
To a Queen
Yours truly
Diamond rings.
The gift
Many valuable things
She wept
Tears came down
From her true love
He has found.
The mind is an amazing thing
it's a storehouse of much data
but you can control what gets in there
if it's empty you couldn't have a chatter
But it's not empty that's for sure
filled with effects of life's marks
my mind for sure has been altered
physiologically caused some little cracks
All of life a stammer has mostly ruled
as my mind gace into to its hints
it's told me 'you can't say that'
believed it I did having me fooled
It's a life long journey in your mind
changing attitudes and mental effects
the road is slow round many bends
living in hope straightening my defects
This key to my peison mind turns slowly
learn never give up keep turning it round
remember where I once was to where now
the door of escape will truly be found
(This is written based on a anonymous quote "The hardest prison to escape is in our own mind." )
SPENT ALL NIGHT THINKING
WRITING
TRYING TO FIND
WORDS TO GO
TOGETHER
SOME WERE CUTE
SOME WERE CLEVER
BUT THEY DIDN'T MAKE ME FEEL
THEIR INSPIRATION
IT CAUSES ME TO WONDER
THINK BEYOND THE EDGES
LIKE GOING OFF TOPIC
WHAT I'M I TO DO
WHAT WILL THE PEOPLE SAY
I WHAT IT PERFECT
OR BEST ANYWAY
NO MATTER HOW HARD
I TRY
FROM ANY POSITION
THE TIMING AND RYMN
DON'T JIVE
IT'S LIKE SOMETHINGS MISSING
IT'S GETTING LATER
AND I
WHAT THIS COMPLETE
GO OUTSIDE
MAYBE SMOKE AND A BITE
TO EAT.
MIGHT SHAKE A NERVE
OR CAUSE ME TO CREATE
BETER WRAP THIS UP
IT'S GETTING LATE.
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Ultimate wish with the great thoughts,
No one knows today is my birthday.
Knowing you is my hardest task of the day,
Never thought one will wish me like this,
Off course, it is not for me, I am mistaken.
Words are pointing me, how it is possible!?
Nice emotions these are, the person may be a writer.
Postmen surely help me to find the stranger,
Envelope is fully blank, how can he find?
Remembering every second of mine, this is only the way.
Surrounding is in silence, but, I am totally disturbed,.
Obviously, the person observed me for a long time,
None of the people disturbed me like this, then, who is this?!
4/2/2018
Contest :Anonymous angel
As a child, I'd close my eyes
Dream of the day where Mr. Anonymous and I would one day meet
And when we did, we'd talk, laugh, and smile while having a good time
And I would remember the time my mom said
"Like a river, love makes a new path. If he truely lovesyou, all that would matter isyour eye"
Every word dhe told me I believe
Cause one day I opened my eyes fromthat dream
Mr. Anonymous was by my side
Telling me everything I'd love to hear in sweet tones of true love
And he's tell me while holding me gently
"Your beautiful and so are your eyes,
I love the sway of your hips when you walk
The sound of your voice plays musical tones
Your smile, I just can't resist
And your laugh, is a gift from God that words can't describe
Everything about you I love just the way it is"
And his words are true cause I'd wipe his tears away
Then the question was asked
And the day we've both been waiting for
Where we unite as one is here
And this new beginning will be sealed with a zealous kiss
It's the desire to do better with a fresh lead
and with success on mind, not thinking of failure:
I find that doorway to escape and dream,
but remaining anonymous is no adventure.
Without impromptu or consciousness,
I wake up to a sunrise which coruscates...
becoming brighter by blinding my sight,
then I become beauty-incarnate and sigh.
Laying down with the head up on the fresh grass,
I accept another challenge to pursue life and fate...
not seeking a gloomy, clandestine place to face
ignoble fear in a cosmos which was created to elate.
Follow me and experience what makes me wake up and be as happy as a cuckoo,
touch the fragile corolla of daisies and inhale their aroma as dreamers tend to do,
and looking straight up, observe the awesome Universe so vast, beautiful and blue...
won't you take another challenge to pursue life and fate without clashing with a clue?
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Oh mercy, mercy!! Set me free!
Poemmania flu is after me!
Another contest…. which one to choose?
Will mine win, or will it lose !?
Another topic, another form
Did I enter this one before?
If I hurry and write my rhyme
I just might post, in nick of time!
Meeting deadlines, reading rules....
It seems, sometimes, I’m back in school!
Never mind how good it is,….
I’ll write it fast, and click “submit”!
Where, oh where, did my muse go?
When all my poems were valued views?
Contests, contests, (my new addiction)
Causing me some contradictions
Time is precious,… with things to do,
But cannot leave, my eyes are glued!
The challenge is a main attraction
How to break this chain reaction?
How to break my Soup addiction?
And the endless competition?
Oh…goodie goodie!!…Well, I declare!!
Contest list has more to share
Two new sponsors, starting theirs!
It’s like a monkey on my back
Poemmania flu is on attack!!
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I send these words into the sea
Knowing you will find them
Because your body is also
From the salt
And the turquoise
It holds the light in
An iridescent dance that sings of your sagas
And in the deep below, in the lull of your tongue
Storms are born
You are my heart
The center of the eye
The core that ever seeks the balance
Where time simply cannot live
I send you these words
Because I come from you
And like the water
Your shadow is my shadow
I am both comforted and pursued
I know that you’ll find me
Even in the most anonymous morning.
Writing: the great obliteration
of self-consciousness by an
untamed ego seeking
anonymous companionship
Poetry is warm and friendly,
nice to hear, healing,
with room for everyone
great and small.
Even writers of anonymous verse,
those great anodynes for the faithful,
are remembered from time to time
in rhyme if not in name.
A name is only a temporary bit of cloth
we put on to cover our naked self,
but a word from god translated
by the poet’s hand, is a word from god.
God likes poets and doesn’t abandon them
in times of strife or need, the word
is always there to be heard
by the active listener.
You have the keys to my heart
from an anonymous start
I'm free to be me
because you can no longer see
.........
not finished
Two days before the deadline.
Fingers flying frantically,
Condensing a lifetime’s achievement
In 500 words or less.
Eyes are bloodshot from the long night, spent
Staring and scanning every line, every blip
With the careful precision of a surgeon.
Secretly beautifying my faults
Like an embalmer, decorating wounds,
To make even a dead body presentable.
All to impress anonymous judges
Who are endowed with the authority
To confirm my life’s worth.
Judges who grade lives—
Out of a pool of million—
Superficial enough to be condensed
In 500 words or less.
The warmth converging over to you now,
denies that not a drop of it shall leave
as hearts have done in merriment conceive,
one's sanity to lose it or allow:
Contained in words the overture from source
has filled a sigh and sent it on a breeze,
whilst tempests urge it shudder no remorse
and neither shall they pardon your release.
I hear the thoughts surrounding you the next
whoever sends committal like I've owned
hath sworn a thousand words which now protects
the sanctuary paradise postponed.
Whilst perishing the thought I have to find,
your deep encrusted love which has been mined.