Best Theme Poems

"Year's end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us." -  Hal Borland

Each year goes round, and so I must surmise
that even though four seasons make a year,
we cannot really say...

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So, what is the best theme for
a poem?  No guarded secret, all themes --  
Freely to Roam! And what, the prescribed 
destination or direction? Wherever the poet, 
himself, deems worthy of fond or pertinent 
affection –


Poetic Theme (extended metaphor)

So, what is the best...

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The infinity of the universe
stretches beyond our comprehension
Our minds can only imagine
with renderings on the theme
and our perpetual colors of creativity
painted in our minds by the sense of our smallness
So we look in awe
gathering in starlights to fill our wondrous dreams

7/6/19 
contest The Universe...

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The vision of colors
Words that intensify with every varying assortment
When it comes to spectacular, it’s the amazement in what is to come, and what was transcribed 
Beauty in every letter in what they provide
Suppose with no oppose
Every thought captured at the right moment of the...

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The instructor said,

Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you--
Then, it will be true.

I wonder if it’s that simple?
I am twenty, an average girl, born in Chicago.
I went to school there, then here, Florida.
Fifteen years, I’ve been to school
Two more,...

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I thought it would be fun to pretend to translate 
a yakuza-enka (gambler folk song) by Shintaro Katsu, 
to be sung with gravelly grave seriousness.

Nobody seems to love me
Or care about my pain
My sandals are all worn out
I sleep out in the rain
I am a...

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Hmm...What Discursive Poetic Theme Shall I Write About...

Today (a rather brisk, chilly,
and otherwise sat
tiss factory twirly delightful
December 18th, 2018) matte
her of fact quite
refreshing noontime, while this fat

tend plot of Earthen surveyed terrain
situated over scat
herd modest suburban tract,
(actually yours truly some watt
urbanely sprawled out) at

Latitude: 40.2538...

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Entertainment tonight;
It's alright;
Entertainment tonight;
Out of sight;
Woo oh oh, we're here to entertain you;

We've got entertainment media news;
Music, and fashions dresses pants and shoes;
We got the scoop on the latest Hollywood news;

We're here to entertain you;

Entertainment tonight;
it's alright;
Entertainment tonight;
Out of sight;
woo oh oh, we're here to...

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Resting Ancestors,
Far from Science,
But the fathers of social science,
Traditions and beliefs,theories of their science,
From rise to demise,
Marriage plays in between,
Bride and bride groom,
Bridging a gold ring,
Round like the moon,no ending surround,
Between in and out a tiny wall stands,
Many curves and many bends like Iceland,
In and...

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A spirit who had the sense
to want a human experience.

So, growing through earth days
she walks a thin line always

between heaven and hell
and oh my, she's survived very well !!

Survived and continues to grow,
an artist blessed, always curious to know

this earth's history and mystery, philosophies
never to...

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When we first met here, it didn’t have such a dead feeling like it does now. This place used to have a soul, it used to be alive. Now it stands alone like a nameless grave. Forgotten and empty. Isn’t it funny? A place that...

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Afghanistan, Afghanistan,
you can't win a war in Afghanistan
ask the Russians and A Mer I Cans,
if they can't do it, than no-one can

Watch out!....The War in Afghanistan


Afghanistan, Afghanistan,
full of Al-Qaeda and Taliban
opium poppies throughout the land,
a big paycheck for Afghanistan,

Watch out!... for The War in Afghanistan.

In...

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Is it a farce to lean on Lent
 
                                 to receive the black...

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I fear my monster
Powerful and beautiful.
With her deadly green thorns
And two piercing green eyes
She screams for me to let her out....

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The rusted Ferris wheel, a skeletal hand,
Points to a sky it can no longer command.
Once, laughter echoed, joy on the breeze,
Now silence reigns, whispered by the trees.

The carousel horses, their paint chipped and worn,
Dream of merry-go-rounds, of days yet unborn.
Once, children squealed, clinging to their...

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