"challange" poems
Dancing on the lifeline,
Flying through the dirt,
Mixing into puddles,
Resembling the sky...
Everything is nothing.
Nothing is everything.
The truth is but a lie
Not looked in the eye.
The spoiled goods we buy!
Dancing on the lifeline,
Spinning dervish, spin.
Aquire all the knowledge you seek,
Find it is within.
Poets are the prophets
To the souls of those that read.
The magick that is in the verses
Always plants a seed
To enlightenment, the need.
We are all
Dancing on the lineline,
Connected by the threads,
That comprise the ribbons
Of the thoughts within our heads.
Everything for which we thirst
Is already in our chalice.
We only need to drink of it,
But need to keep the balance...
Beware the one called valiant.
Never fear that victor,
Who has never seen a challange,
Who has been given everything
On a silver platter.
Listen to the hope inside.
Follow it, as you lead.
As you cast your spells
And spin your webs, take heed.
Dancing on your lifeline,
Holding onto what is true.
Only when you care for others,
Will you know they care for you.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
Eratic Plastic Dysphemistic Euphemisms
the rain in Spain
falls mainly on the plain
while the dome in Rome
is a place to call home
and the gazoot in Beirut
is in cahoot
with the Neo in Reo
and his brother Theo
and Levi in Shanghai
munches blueberry pie
the roast on the coast
has been burnt like the toast
and my frog on the log
barks like a dog
its a pity how gritty
it is in ** Chi Minh City
never challange Mr Wong to play ping pong
in Hong Kong
or smoke a bowl with a mole
in old town Seoul
or the gendarme will storm
the crowd in Pittsburgh
Gomer LePoet...
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 11:33 AM UTC
Punk Sandwich
there he is walking down the street
slicked back hair and a thin mustache
high rise collar on his button down shirt
sparkle in his eye and always talkin trash
he loved his Italian beef on pumpernickel rye
he loved his mama and his brothers too
he wasn't your ordinary everyday punk
there was more and you knew he knew
fear for him does not exist or so he claims
quicker than a bolting flash of light
behind you with a jagged edge of blade
he is no one to challenge to a fight
he has connections to all the right ones
the ones you need to know for security
or to make some annoyance disappear
his word is golden shinning with a purety
a perfect friend intelligent curteous and brave
but these can all change to weapons of death
if you are so disposed to challange his way
it just might be your very last breath
after dropping you in a pool of disguise
he will tip his fadora with playful grace
back on his brow and cigarella between his lips
and that same old smirk upon his face
Gomer LePoet...
Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 8:23 AM UTC
Its late at night,
The most Awaiting dream comes to life,
My Heart in the space now wanders,
To feel the creator's wonders,
About the rays of light it ponders,
Origin of the universe it envies,
Treading is it to the planet of rubies,
Our GREAT GRANDFATHER, THE BIG BANG, has a highest record of Babies.
Meteros paas by around,
But they cannot hit me,
I am like a shadow here,
Everything passes through me as If I am smoke.
Hey I think I see a rainbow here,
Its a bit different in shape,
Long and wide straight stripes covering a million kilometers of the same seven colors.
I travel through black holes,
Saying, "Hey Mr. Black, You can destroy physical bodies, Try to challange this pure soul,
I have come up with some shortcuts here too, LOL,
How peaceful here the life is,
No rise and No fall,
I look at the nebula,
like, would look, billions of earth's clouds,
but painted in different colors,
The vaccum out here is so hypnotic,
A normal human would become psychotic,
Gravity here in empty pulls uniformly all over my body,
But its gentle while the pull preventing to rip me to pieces,
And then theres a road of white light which leads beyond,
But white is leading to black, this feeling's so sound.
Many small planets are arranged around it to give a bridge like effect,
Does this bridge lead to the ultimate energy,
The ultimate truth as the mortals of the earth say..
I take a step forward to commence the final journey after plenty,
Conjuring all the memories of my life to feel eternity.
As I reach the end in front of me is a small particle placed on a slab,
And the strongest of microscope above it to make it visible.
I turn around to look far away the glistening galaxies
Confined in an arrangement like nerves of a brain,
I give a smile to all my beloved,
And then touch the microsope,
It ****** me in,
And I got shooted from its otherside,
To be absorbed by particle and never to seperate.
"Hey Moksha, Wassup..?"
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
This is not
A po em But
rather a cha lange
For you to
Write. A poem about
The sh ape that you see.
What oddity, unusual deformity do you see inYour precious minds eye?
A castle?
A cloud?
A hand or
A heart?
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
impartial to war
i try to keep peace
motives still alive
i will survive
enemies don't help
as hard as they try
the sky is dark
clouds heavy tonight
i run like the wind
war close at hand
to escape from the wrath
i need to defend
i fight for the truth
keep safe all in sight
my entorage close
i leap for the fight
spreading so far
we fight in disperse
i'm running in anger
down mountains of bone
blood flowing thick
i hold nothing back
the full blow of fury
headed straight for the top
in mud caked clothes
the blood is stained thick
a sword in my right hand
dagger at left
archers fire in anger
i dodge behind rocks
they hit me in double
i ignore the shock
running now screaming
the serpent sees me
i spring for the ****
blade ready to run through
sword clashes ring
across hills and valleys
we stop in horror
a moment of silence
then blood all about
we challange each other
winner shall live
do as they wish
the looser will die
in bad honor at that
they die cold and still
on flat rocks of stone
clinking at first
we warm up the tension
the swords are flying
death drawing us in
the skill is high
you can't see it all
a blade here now
in one second gone
keep your eyes keen
to see the quick end
shoulder, leg, arm
slices death blowing
still not over
we fight until finaly
i stab the heart
his face melts in death
the fight below
turns into fleeing
we won the war
all tired and steaming
the casualty rate
is high on our side
2000 souls gone
of my 5000 here
the saddness goes on
never to end
home bound we go
leaving all wrath behind
home once at last
good conquered evil
we went for a fight
came back with no evil
May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 4:13 PM UTC
None shall cherish what was never meant to be,
none shall challange what was and what has come.
None of my lovers have ever loved me,
and I'm in a pit of lonely I can't escape from.
I was once a more free soul, only concerned about what I was ding and where I was going, but then my paradaigm was shifted. Luckily, I leapt out of bordom and made personality my mistress, bending her to my will and following her as she lead me through the section of my life where I needed her most.
But it all changed.
It was al taken away without a goodbye or even a subtle wave of longing. I was lonely again, stabbed in the heart, left lifeless as if I were a physically dead body.
What once took over me as a feeling of annoyedness with the public has forced a want out of me, a hunger for their attention. And I'm sad to say that that hunger has fueled many a regretted act.
vent to me, a poem to you, random word structure to those who couldn't care. They'll never cherish my words, never try to feel where I come from, and I wish that they might.
But alas, you can't capture everyone, so I stay close to home, praying that those who can understand me continue backing me with the love, the love I'll always continue to be thankful for, the love I'll always
Cherish.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
At some moments I wish to extend time beyond limits,
And at times to continue a moment for a lifetime.
Time can give scars, destroy and steal,
But also has the ability to provide, protect and heal.
Time teaches to be honest and truthful,
Also, if required, to be arrogant and cruel.
It has the strength of doing componendo-dividendo with pain and happiness,
And it also brings with it, complications or simplicity for life.
Time isnt always rude, it shows us the correct path of our destiny,
But we are, instead of understanding, we ignore.
None of the most precious things can buy time,
But time has its choice of picking up anything.
Dont challange time which has the prowess of changing the dark night into a beautiful sunrise,
Also the change of seasons from summer to winter and vice-versa which it does with life too.
Afterall time has its own mysteries,
Its sometimes short with long talks,
and sometimes long with short walks..
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
The well of inspiration, the whisperer of words of wisdom washing away woes and wounds of wallowing men and women.
She imbues lost and broken hearts, with bliss not a drop of ink is waisted as her skill is demonstrated.
Passionate and proud, we ponder after she writes. She's the master of imagery and the Queen of Poetry.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC
Ive built a wall around my heart. Dont mistaken the guard I have up for strength. The confidence to leave yourself exposed and vulnerable is true strength, and what I have grown to become is quite the opposite, shut off and distant. From all the pain Ive witnessed, Ive created a maze to confuse and throw off anyone with intentions of getting to the core of my emotions. Ive let others in too easily in the past, and am not sure if Ive grown weaker or stronger as a result. All I know is Ive become a challange that not many can or are willing to conquer. Maybe Im pushing people away, maybe Im filtering out those who are undeserving, Im not sure. All I know is Ive become intentionally difficult. Maybe its fear of being hurt again, maybe Im wise enough to spot a threat to my mental well being before they breach my thoughts and feelings. Am I strong or am I weak? Again, Im not sure, but all I know is that Im still that child of old, filled with fear and skepticism, through being exposed to great depths of turmoil. These experiences have caused me to take up defenses and bear an armor, for Ive found that most of my distress has been caused by the most trusted, and seemingly sincere. All of this has left me in a state of disarray as I second guess, and over think. Maybe Im the problem, and one day my lack of trust could become over bearing, and push away the one Im meant to be with. My true phobia is that my own fear will imprison me, and Ill be responsible for my own solitude. I would then be the one self harming, by refusing the chance at real love. Ive become my own worst enemy, blind to my own self sabotaging ways, while actively redefining it as precaution, in order to remain in a comfort zone built with overwhelming denial.
Oct 5, 2024
Oct 5, 2024 at 5:02 PM UTC
The stars are a magic of light
They hide the truth in
Plain sight
The universe tricks our
Very eyes
Misleading what is perceived
Light
Darkness
Sound
The moon our guiding light
It shines Above,
But reflects the light from
Another source
Sun light
The universe is a magical place
Wonders for
Touch
Sight
Our senses on a galactic overload
There is magic
In the very heavens tonight.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC
The shadows call me to the dark
I hear a cat scream and the big dog bark
It is bright as summer but, cold from the rain
Slowly I unravel ...embrace the insane
You always try to save me
you think I'm going to fall
If you only knew
I dread to hear the call
I walk from within the shadows
and down the lonely block
Hear the birdies singing
watch the lady breathing
Wonder why we are really here at all
You always try to save me
hold me and constrain me
There is no way to tame me
Just let me be myself
And this we will remember
when the storms of this september
shimmer to an ember
And we place it on a shelve
and continue into winter
Holding on and dreaming
of summer's distance embrace
the tint of your sunkissed face
And the shadows that challenge my grace
The darkness that lerks beneath
There can not be a repeat
For there's nothing there to beat
And I will never claim defeat
You always try to save me
Love me and obey me
Take my heart and warm it
Grab my hand and hold it
Don't let go...oh, don't you dare
You know I am here...You know that I care
The shadows they call to me
but, theres no fear I wish you'd see
It's just a place I sometimes go
To toughen the spirit and challange the soul
Oct 2, 2010
Oct 2, 2010 at 1:30 PM UTC
Im gone
turn me around
succumbed to pomposity
all i think about is success city
life is just a challange
gift from him
i am him
ya
thats right
its all me
give till im dead
thats my plea
hate seeing species hate
im here for progression
whats up with this fake?
replace fear with a blunt
i like it raw
reality is how i draw
any canvas i want to unfold
hold, make glow, and show to every inch of mind in the scene
planet earth is what i mean,
thats the lives.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 4:31 AM UTC
hello,
right now i have renovated this hello poem,
a hefty amount of times,
with the hearty intent,
to get this hellish hunk of hello poem of my heavy tongue.
hello,
hardly have i crafted a poem,
i have instead handwoven a handy distraction from the whole point.
hello,
all of the half-decent "h" sounding alliteration words have horribly,
been wasted on his half-assed poem.
having ruined the word 'hello' and any horrid word with similarities,
in the phonetics or what have you,
i end this poem here.
and i end this hallowed hell of this poem in high regards to you.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 3:54 AM UTC
i've been longing for a body which could never have kept me warm.
Reaching arms stretched above my frame catching far-flung reality
Active against this claiming, taken over by this divine will.
The thought of these verse's and vices.
My pipe dream of complete armistice .
I had not known of its falsity , only of my craving for shared naked truth
After a radical soul with a particular Glimpse into lifes inner working.
Able to travel and willing to leave.
Trying hard to play catch'up, but unable to find the real me.
Long after running away from the bad , life got a little easy.
Found a new challange that highlighted all of my dreams.
Finally able to communicate because I'm in touch with me.
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 1:34 PM UTC
As I reflect on my past,
I realize many things have passed.
Flowers have bloomed,
Yet I can't ever "find the room",
To watch them as they bloom.
People have graced me,
With their beautiful personalities,
And yet I never find the time,
To allow their personalities to overwhelm me.
I wish I could reflect on my past
And say many good times have passed,
But sadly there is more good then there is bad,
I wish there was more happy then there is sad.
But alas I cannot change where my pieces have landed,
But I can't fix my past either,
So I shall allow the past to remain in the past.
So if you ask me to reflect,
I will not reflect but honestly say,
The past is just another fallen day.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
The Verge
S. A. Marshal
15 Jan, 2021
Hey! Look, it's me!
Not at verge
nor for your mercy,
and certainly not at urge.
I too dream
a presidential hope.
To ideate a creation
from deep kaleidoscope.
From within my ingenuity,
I colour the skies of Aurora.
I know how far I can go
to challange the Zeus' Pandora.
Look! It’s me,
not a roadside verge.
You may think to
not to merge.
For I too think
no life in you.
To create a stanza,
for rhythmic tempo
needs to beat a super-hit,
but it cannot be the you,
so off you go, shoo shoo.
And hey, it’s me!
Not at verge
but about to center
a time of surge.
Where you'll see
chants of my people.
My pride-vibrant in glory of ripples.
Lights and flashes,
stages that sounds
to see of my last
at Turin another shroud.
Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 9:59 PM UTC
I've read 1000 upon 1000 of poems
Where I see not many write about God
I challenge you all, to write about God.
In your own words and you can scream it out loud
In the beginning
It started with Adam and Eve.
There was then Noah, follewed by Moses.
They have,
Psalm,
Proverb's,
Ecclesiates,
Songs of Solomon
Is poetry about life
Along with the rest of the old testament
Disciple's,
Apostle's,
Major and Minor Prophet's
Along with the history of God
Now to the new testament
Where we have the following
Letters to the church
Along with the gospals
Where Jesus speaks to you
And you see how he lived
With his words of silence
Now we have Revalations
What a strange place
So many creatures
That will **** the human race
Me, I'm by far not Godly
I curse and I sin
I desire flesh of women
But I try to live his ways
I know many things
About our God
I do read the bible
And sometimes out loud
Yes, I have been reborn
Still figuring it out
But I'm one of God's creatures
And that's without a doubt
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC
We can run through the race or walk you can be by me or challange me my heart dont care anyway im here by your side or against you baby what do you choose run through the race or walk by me do you wanna win the medal of gold or do you wanna win my heart baby we can run but im hurt you still wanna run or walk by me choose my heart or the crouds well its up to you and the clocks ticking whos heart is it want the medal or my heart
One second you here now your not you've choosen them over me thats ok though im still here.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC