Best Ambitiously Poems
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Linda-Marie
Angelic force,
draping over me, her canopy.
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster,
her spirits alive within me
You helped erect my "secret window"
Ambitiously chasing what I hunger!
Her spirits alive within me,
unmasking the wonder of this youngster!
Our poetry sessions, I sit and reminisce.
Stress free, under this willow tree
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster,
her spirits alive within me!
When depressed and blue you come through,
relax me when feeling vulgar.
Her spirits alive within me,
unmasking the wonder of this youngster!
Every verse meant to impress this poetess,
an essence of the empress I aim to please!
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster,
her spirits alive within me!
Harshest critic yet my biggest fan,
imperfections cast asunder
Her spirits alive within me,
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster
Death cannot take the gift I was given,
Linda-Marie!!
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster,
her spirits alive within me.
Jared Pickett
2/17/2014
Asavvy1
Beautifully woven ~ magically spun
Carefully wondering about the years to come
Awakened fury rises inside my soul of pride
Driven ambitiously by this girls' ride
Seeking in deepened abyss of my heart
Finally found a woman who's smart
Educated & classy ~ this angel drops into my life
To pick up these jigsawed pieces inside me that crave a wife
To be the gentle side of me when I am rough
To be there with me ~ broken and lonely when life gets too tough
To make me see the tender pieces of a woman
(The difference from just taking her to the can)
The sensitive side of her body I shall cherish
Something that started simply from a wish
The seductive spell of a body exactly like mine
Same sex with this woman ~ finally time
Hues of a darker shade, cascading across skies of illusion....
Evaporating waterfalls, of lustful desires and want
Brought forth amid fairytale words, from within fantastical thoughts
And I thought, shall I sell my soul, for their very own, desperate and lost?
I would rather smile at the stars, and, walk away from it all!
Then to ensnare myself within satans lies and delusions....
Of disappearing phantasms, that shall never see the light
Beyond these shadows of alluring and enticing, beguile
Cloaked in the dripping blood, red, of eternal fate
How precious and colorful, vibrant the flower seems to grow....
Before the desperate eyes, cast, into the darkness' chambers
As it whispers its soothing, and wistfully wanton assurances?
While sprinkling its fabricated moondust, upon these emptying souls....
Walking through this mystic wonderland of waste
Wherein shadows beckon and call, dangling their dreams of desirable
Treasures and promises, that their blackened hands, could never truly hold
Except, in these fantasies of tomorrows nothingness....
While singing these songs of hopeful yearnings, that they, shall never know!
Perishing, within the firey flames, that engulf, their abrasive sight
As pretending to be more, than satans very own, offspring
Stealing lives and shattering souls, with lovely portraits that sound
So ambitiously sweet, until, reality comes, to carry them forever away....
Not upon spectacular prisms of golden rainbows, or endless oceans, of emerald blue tides
Nor, glittering cosmic trails of stardust, which encircle, their gasping final breaths!
But within rushing rivers of sorrows crimson, cold....
Trading their eternal paradise, for a fairytales devisable fantasy, sold
To a ghost of sugar laced words, spoken, enticingly, from the tombs of a corpse
Pretty thoughts and pretty things, created, by the prince of hell, himself!
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....Stealing Souls....
befuddled by mud puddle conversation
motivated to stay away from those in the throes of saving face
at a sprinter's pace
saving grace
each time I grind with people who don't mind blindly trying to debase my name
I end up sulking in the walk of shame
families need to learn to move on
be strong
but for crying out loud,
without a doubt,
there shall be heartfelt apologies issued from both sides
this bumpy ride might take a little swallowing of pride,
many bona fide hugs with love
you may go through a box or two of fresh tissues
to properly address the issues
we must stare defiantly into the eyes of resistance
identify the roots of our miscues
giving the boot to artificial rituals
to ambitiously make transitions,
stitch up wounds
switch up moods
shake up, move
to a place where faces are soothed by smiles and laughter
a fresh chapter
an escape after disasters happen
an island where
we realize those who actually matter
yes, addressing the crash
without making the past our current address
i write this piece in peace, for those who may be dueling with duress
stressed by words or actions of those who you may regret not being able to completely
love, respect, and/or caress
----------------------good love
takes hard work
©2014 ~JSL PoetTreez Publishing
while figuratively hunting
and pecking around me noggin
force hum theme to write about
lo and behold, the solution
stared me right in front
of my little knob nub nose with gentle clout
cuz, as an avid bookworm, the dictionary,
I enjoy expending hours
to drink up etymological history
relating to the origin and
historical development of words
and their meanings.
with no shadow of a doubt
and most times, this animatronic,
the technique of making and operating
lifelike robots, typically for use
in film or other entertainment
dogmatic, enigmatic fugee dooby
brother beastie boy
(actually a mwm) dislikes to flout
his abilities, hobbies, interests,
as aches hike kant imagine being treated for gout
a disease in which defective metabolism
of uric acid causes arthritis, especially
in smaller bones of the feet, deposition
of chalkstones, and episodes of acute pain.
Boot lemme return full circle
to thematic core curriculum aye started to aim
and express gratitude
to the ghost of Noah Webster,
who gets credit yet also blame
if some snide haughty guttersnipe,
some slovenly individual feels snubbed,
and hence, living personage, said descendent(s)
of oblivion, whatever unknown
man or woman to living persons
stake a valid claim
that his/her many generations removed
heir (Harris), and or heiress ancestor (proven
with tangible researched reportage,
then cited with countless
prestigious explorers of English language),
that a daunting scrivener perhaps
even a courtesan or rich dame
rightfully ought to receive the fame,
thus such living relative might
upend the huck cult personality be game
to dare challenge secure historical niche
ambitiously held by Mark Roget (1779–1869),
British physician, natural theologian
and lexicographer. It was released
to the public on 29 April 1852.
The original edition had 15,000 words,
and each new matured edition
of the Thesaurus grew larger.
A GuN FoR A GAIN
I have a gun to stun ambitiously armed
Aimed at my success
My possession to access
The hidden treasure to my pleasure
Given to me without measure
All I need is composure less pressure
More confidence to show case my talent at present
The issue is very pertinent to my contribution in society and the world at large
I acknowledge the challenge is huge
But winners don't quit
Am fit and able
My mind is credible
Available for the battle
My epistle is my pistol
A tool i possess a weapon I never knew I had
Sad, almost suppressed but now revived and aiming so high
The target is clear I will give it a shot
In short , to write a book
Announcing my presence for the audience of every generation
That is my intention as I raise my hands to the heavens in supplication
For a mind so powerful and handful
Lord thank you for this mind so sound
I will use it to explore and implore the world to the awesomeness of your goodness
Your greatness is overwhelming
Welcoming at all times
In all terms
I will walk the talk as I speak your words of greatness in gratitude to your work in my life!
Given onto me without a fee
Fill me with humility as i climb the ladder without a shudder to my achievement
Now and forever!
Three hours of grassy scramble
attain Fairfield horseshoe
enveloped by immense landscape
an awe inspiring view
gentle glow upon my cheek
expelled from summer's ray
the timid breeze encircles me
this wondrous month of may
twirl to ambitiously consume
breathtaking panorama
the vastness of the rambling fells
create pure natural drama
I rest upon Saint Sundays crag
a scene which saturates
Helvellyn rises in the distance
cirrus cloud it infiltrates
brown, gold and red of heather below
amid gullys and facets sharp
inhale the flawless air around
I discover the windy harp
Dodecahedron dominions of divinity soul sparks scattered throughout the infinity
Masters of creation and creativity travelers of space-time constructing continuity
Effulgent within ethereal beaming of brilliancy seraphic sculptures of symmetry
Invaders of the soul in infancy as they expand the human condition ambitiously
Manifestations of the melding mind instinctive infusions of morality in mankind
They are the nuclei that lead the blind idiosyncratic intuitions that are undefined
Eternal consciousness a benevolent bliss integral illuminations when we reminisce
Echoes of forever in the ambient abyss the enraptured etchings when lovers kiss
Dimensional deities in our existence descended on the world for our assistance
Transcendental travelers of great distance lighting the path of least resistance
Spatiotemporal spiritual sparks of rebirth encapsulating our wisdom and worth
Know to us as Meraki on planet earth our majestic mediums minstrels of mirth.
Dec.04.2017
Meraki
Sponsored by: Silent One
Within a world so wander
Most of us live of pretend
To puzzle hopes we all surrender
Dreams on never gone to end.
Holding a light all the way
Never becomes being right
It's chasing darkness away
And always be ready to fight.
Understanding all the about
Never becomes the within
Nor knowing the what
It's being introduced there within.
Being a head to a crowd
Never means being meant
It's all being priotised
Ready for stress in your sight
Fighting hard and righteously
Never means becoming a winner
It's losing victory before you get any
Building hopes ambitiously as a loser
Those who know and know it
Are those who live it and don't care
Who think they know never get to it
Ongoing searches interrupt their fare
Calling yourself normal, abnormality
Much love brings much pain
Much faith brings worry
And much trust brings fear herein.
He who fears fears not
Who fears not fears already
Who lies knows the fact
Who say true don't know a lie
A trusted is not a perfect
It's who needs it much
Fights for it day and night
Not a frequent in any church
Who dreams big never get big
Who suffer the most never get tired
Walls of curse occupy a ring
Who's wise may be far beyond.
It's he who plans big to get big
And who aims far to get a trend
Be a silent rude of the ping
A silent slim and so fainted
Who yells isn't a more wounded
What is seen isn't what's there
To know what is you get bumbled
To never live this confused sphere
Vicariously
Brilliantly
Gregariously
Ambitiously
Eagerly
Writing words from day to day
Vehemently
Humbly
Fervently
Instinctively
Understanding
Learning what others have to say
Profusely
Intensively
Literally
Reflectively
Philosophically
Reading each other’s poems undercover
Openly
Honestly
Realistically
Copiously
Liberally
Commenting our thoughts to one another~
copyright 2008
~inspired by my friends at the soupie~
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/freedom
Unhampered velocity, flow of continuity
Selected autonomy, explore your philosophy
Treaded geography, to grasp empathically
Of no ambiguity, to reason amicably
Of no accord, nonsensical
The freedom just to be
Desire ambitiously, of difference unusually
Give access academically, promotions periodically
Acts of kind sporadically, improvise remarkably
Caring sentimentally, peacefulness tranquillity
Of one accord intentional
The freedom to be me
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Bright days are set to break every dark pace you have in your way
Just be yourself and accept the deal of becoming you for your today.
Enough of pretending that you’re with others’ shoes
Try to slip your feet in your very own glass shoe.
Walk with your chin as high yet humble heart below your gut
For people may spell you yet they can’t define the letters you have in your mind.
Approach freely as if you’re running for presidency
But never be too loud for an empty can is worst to hear for it rooted with yes, emptiness and nothing else.
Smile gorgeously as if you’re the ambassador of a leading toothpaste brand
But never forget to show also your melancholic face for people to feel your empathy for their blue nights once you’re by their side.
To cap your day, try to relax and remember who you are,
You are one of a kind’
You are unique
You are ambitiously down to earth *****sapiens
You are filled with positivity
You are vessel of blessings from up above
You are YOU and NOT just YOU, but extraordinaire YOU
A fat white moth flies ambitiously up to a high branch
Where a slim black bird awaits mindlessly for lunch
The bird looks lazy but gets a lunch of fat moth
And the moth works tough dies of making efforts
she chooses to begin
where ever the nearest end of the road bends
she chooses to share an identical heartbreak
for pains he painted
she cannot mend
she chooses to see no other men
her fiery red eyes
love now disgusting to her
but in her he is deep within
growing pains
nightmares
moans and aches
the road leads to open sea
a place where introverts roam
free
she and he may never be
so disturbing
these two distant lovers
destined to be
traveling carefully
carelessly
ambitiously
aimlessly
defining and defending
some new definition or new dimension of love
doves soar high above this open sea
where last and sudden embraces were shared
she and he may be no where
but love
the blossoming of intimacy and friendship
the busts and bursts of insanity and fear
the world blows winds of life
and life experiences new world leaders
leaders that warned them
of the end
and even still
she chooses to begin
again
and with him
to domesticate and civilize
the brave new world
a new old world
with him
Mental barriers continue
to steadily arode;
Feeling plenty more alive!
The destine moments
for ridding cobwebs shall
momentarily arrive.
For now 25 years old and
still rugged ebbs
are taken therein strode.
Yes,
desired change is nigh of
this grasp.
Ambitiously onwards in
strive of a better day,
in search of God's plan;
Presently up highway
25 i take a good ol' Sunday
drive.