Ooh, perfect poet :)
The Sun shines hotly–
A white tulip’s petals droop,
Seeking cool refuge.
Thanks for this award!
For the next poet rally, I nominate Rashmi!
Have a great week, everyone 🙂
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Narcissus
Glancing into the pondwater,
I see not the water beneath
bursting with slippery life;
Nor the dark grey rocks
glistening with moss.
I see instead
an exquisite face!
Looking coyly out from its watery throne,
amused slightly;
deep brown curls roll splendidly
past two perfectly pink cheeks.
Full lips — like petals —
crown a smooth chin, shaped
by the gods.
But strange, isn’t it?
Strange
how a single drop of dew
from a lone leaf above,
falls brave and graceful
onto this proud beauty;
Dismembering it into ugly ripples
like welts and lacerations —
each more terrifying than the last.
The beauty flees.
And stillness reigns.
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Tags: allegory, elusive search, myths, narcissism
Is this how you write a haiku?
Why such tight constraints?
Just seventeen syllables
Can’t possibly work.
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Haikus, in my opinion, are one of the best ways to write a poem. It’s short, it’s simple, it’s pure genius! The best part is having to express your poetic thoughts in only seventeen syllables and the intense brainstorming that follows as a result. When I first learned to write poems, I used to question the seventeen-syllable-rule; I didn’t like being restrained in this way — I found it stingy and difficult. Rules are meant to broken, yes, but sometimes rules like these make poetry such a joy to write and read.
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Tags: haikus, jingle poetry potluck, laws, misfit, poetry, regulations, rules
Vain efforts
How do we stop
a biting criticism
before it bursts through
the doors of our mind?
How do we stop
that murderous feeling
of jealousy, hate,
contempt?
How do we keep
these frail, pale cheeks
from turning a
weak and bashful red?
How do we withdraw
those brimming tears;
can we bridle them,
pull on their reins?
How do we snatch
our spiralling heart
pushed to its demise
by a mere Glimpse?
How do we seize
such careless words
spoken in a fury
like stripe on bare back?
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Tags: anger, haste, hurt, infatuation, love, regret, troubled heart, unbridled emotions, unbridled thoughts, vanity of self effort
Like traffic, the busy fumes
of a clogged heart do not
seek solace.
The many earthly loves do not help,
The world in all it offers is
mute,
and it fills none; it
empties.
But like key into lock, some
Great Wind,
strange and compelling, strikes you
into a known whirlwind,
strong and solid;
a phenomenon
of epiphany
and it is realised!
It is felt from your depths,
This is what the beginning was.
This is what it always will be.
Filed under: emotional, spiritual, the little things | 7 Comments
Tags: elusive search, God, solace, the Holy Spirit, troubled heart
Now you’re probably wondering why
I am the worst poem in the world.
I am about to tell you.
Because I am literal. I am shallow.
I have no beautiful inner meanings.
You can’t, “read between my lines.”
I don’t use big words.
I have speling misteaks.
I have no form or interesting structure.
No rhythm, and no rhyme.
I’m not a “sonnet”, or a “haiku”.
Not even a limerick. I am nothing.
I wasn’t written by anyone famous.
I never graced the pages of any anthology,
just hastily scribbled on some newspaper.
I am a careless thought.
I have already been forgotten.
I wish I could pull heartstrings,
I wish I had advice.
I also wish I had inspiration to give out,
Or just touch a few hearts.
Cause some tears to fall
And they’d be all because of me.
But I never will.
Because I am not acceptable.
I don’t meet people’s requirements.
I just don’t work, no.
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Tags: elusive search, misfit, poetry, simplicity
sentiments
today
I bought a doll
with bubbled cheeks
and silken lips
and hair like dust in sunshine.
clothed in plain cotton
smudges on its shoes
and its soul
shined through its porcelain eyes.
we play together
like friends from birth
soul mates
siblings
lovers.
today
I bought a new doll
with eyes like mating butterflies
and a head of black velvet
rosy cheeks and rouged lips.
clothed in white silk
and a hat of ribbon
a secret smile
dances across its face.
and we play together
like strangers on a park bench
with nervous flutters
of our lashes.
but I think of my first doll
the doll I first loved
lying somewhere, unattended
lonely
vulnerable.
and I weep.
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Tags: elusive search, forgetting, infatuation, love, pretty, regret
Of evening trains and heart pains
Like those silent strangers,
Blurred faces, musing opposite me
in the boring rumbling ride,
You detach yourself as if
we had never met.
Like the indifference upon these
downcast passenger faces
And their devilish fixation with
books and newspapers.
Do you know who I am anymore?
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Tags: anger, hurt, lost in time, love
Windy day
The prettiest sight
I have ever beheld:
The weightless leaves
At every second, held
Mid-flight, then scurrying,
In a flurry of hurry
Chasing each other
No time for introductions
Just silent laughter
As rustling echoes
Impatient in the wind
Dicing cold air
With leaps and spins
The settle a moment –
But only a moment –
Til up again
With movements so slight
The playful leaves
Take joyous flight.
Filed under: observation, the little things | 1 Comment
Tags: leaves, pretty, simplicity
To forget
Is to leave the mind,
to close that door
left carelessly ajar.
Is to cool old anger
into pale ghosts
and sweep them away.
Is to fight the soft urge
to drown in pity
and in strange embrace.
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Tags: anger, forgetting, forgiving
Verse for the Cynical 