Best 18 Poems
A thousand small kids
Floating on the summer wind
Dandelion seeds
12.06.2013
A-L Andresen :)
what do you see
beautifully created -- fatally flawed
will you love me
David Meade
I studied him, just as he studied me
I in disgust, confusion, and he in angry fantasy
His eyes, black, and yet still blackening
He embraced me with a terrible fit in his mind
Those piercing eyes, saturated in obsession,
Moving up and down my steady body
He watched as I drew in resolved breaths
Sensing my growing antipathy
Beyond the ease in my tone
He shook with want
He shook with angst
“Your dark thoughts are not hidden in my sight
This you will know by my piercing stare
There is power in words,
Just as there is power in your glare”
“Then breathe with me,” He sung with sting,
“And free all of your wants and cares…
Be the master of your own destiny,
And with your straying light, impair
Me, just as you impair your faith,
Against all but your own breast,
Penetrate
Seize our moments with pursed desire
Dress me in your sweet sung fire
Darling dear, our message is clear
Among this fight we share
Take a sip of my saccharine whip
And consume the inviting dare
Be my temp as I lure you
Deceive me as I floor you
Damask me, shock me, piss on my pride,
I dare your soul to take these reigns and ride”
In my ears he sung,
“Let us be lost together…”
Like a roaring sea trapped in a restricted bowl
Ready to overflow the moment my lips consent
“Hellbent you are,” I sadly sung
“Hellbent, and dragging all the lonely with you,
How strange we have come to these crossroads,
To test our patience with lusts unspent
Hellbent, you are, hellbent!
And yet you would croak to crush all heaven-sent
Give me into your darkness, never see the day
Follow me into the light, and never be the same!
You are my lovely enticement, oh Devil, oh Prince,
Your claws clutch in my knowing heart,
And I thrash in diffidence
Emboldening me, your lure,
The stone in you has fled
Grow in this desire, sweet wings
Your light is yet not dead”
Holding me, I felt his darkness lathering me
My eyes, my nostrils, blurred in his scent
“Your light is yet not dead…” I whispered again
Fainting, eyes struggling to stay awake,
I clasped his shoulder and shook my head
For in his eyes he realized,
That his light was yet not dead
Scriptures declare that believers be true
to be faithful to Christ always in His way
being not unequally yoked to unbelievers
obeying God's word stand fast they would stay
Righteousness can't compare with lawlessness
it's totally opposite having nothing in common
just like back and white so colourfully distinct
remember your place not to be forgotten
A believers fellowship needs are akin
to those of similar likened taste
so that unity blends uniquely together
making your pilgrimage have no waste
The sweet communion of believers faith
be full of Christ's abundant light
giving no room for any darkness
making fellowship such precious sight
Believers need be equally yoked
filled with Christ's love for each one
enticing others of what's true love
be separate unto Christ God's son
(Do not be unequally yoked with unbelievers. For what partnership has righteousness with lawlessness? Or what fellowship has light with darkness? What accord has Christ with Belial? Or what portion does a believer share with an unbeliever? What agreement has the temple of God with idols? For we are the temple of the living God; as God said,
“I will make my dwelling among them and walk among them,
and I will be their God,
and they shall be my people.
Therefore go out from their midst,
and be separate from them, says the Lord,
and touch no unclean thing;
then I will welcome you,
and I will be a father to you,
and you shall be sons and daughters to me,
says the Lord Almighty.”)
2 Corinthians 6: 14-18 (ESV)
I would not call my love a flower
Lest she languish in the sun and fade
I could not kiss my love a brief hour
My desire is deep as Jove's high glade
I would not compare my love to day
With all the traffic of commercial vice
And nights are poor in their bright display
And drip not sweet as her in love's spice
I would not call my love a river
Lest the rains deny her, she abates
Not as supplier and a giver
Of my constant joy her heart dictates
There is no word or thought for love, poor
Images everything, hence I wait
Each hour for eternity to pour
Itself in us, finding better state
Where two are one in fact, truth and deed
And love can never more be apart
And all our sweetest shall we exceed
When are cradled heart to beating heart.
fall sheds its first leaves
fine trees are becoming bare -
golden coloured path
chilly rain smells near
no resting place for nature -
all bears hibernate
fireflies lie torpid
underground or thick tree barks -
warm spring will wake all
God has revealed Himself to be
the Lord of glory, gracious and great
for He created His very heavens
where all His own will come for their date
A date chosen before eternity
when His faithful ones He will draw
the earth God has formed from not
establishing it makes one stand in awe
God's purpose for this earth He made
was not to leave it full of nothing
this is God who reigns from all eternity
for the Lord's plans always has meaning
His plans and purposes are without error
for in it's formation He left man a space
all along God's design included humanity
knew they would need a touch by grace
I am the Lord and there is no other
standing high above all His creation
sovereign in control never to fall
one day will make up His own nation
('For thus says the Lord,
who created the heavens
(he is God!),
who formed the earth and made it
(he established it;
he did not create it empty,
he formed it to be inhabited!):
“I am the Lord, and there is no other.')
Isaiah 45: 18 (ESV)
bulldozers
quiver the forest orchids~
fragile democracy
Shall I compare thee to a winter’s day?
Thou art much more shrivelled and much more cold
Rough winds shake the withered leaves of today.
And your stomach hath too many a fold.
Sometimes too hot your sister shines,
And often is your grey complexion dimmed;
And you always smell like my uncle’s swine
Except your upper lip is less well trimmed.
Thy eternal summer did long since fade
And lost possession of that fair thou ow'st;
And Satan brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives death to eyes.
N ever a harsh word spoken
I love you mom he says every day
C aring and considerate
H appy and carefree
O n the ball about his chores
L ooking for food in the cupboard doors
A lways eating me out of house and home
S haring time with mom before he leaves home
Young love has revolutionized the entire centry. It's not justr affecting all teen couples in the
U.S. of A., it's affecting the lives of all teen lovebirds from around the world, including Canada
and France. It seems that both teen lovers (a teen boy and a teen girl) are never going to stop
loving each other, even if they're from different countries. When everyone is looking at both
underage lovebirds holding hands and whatnot, it's like a virtual U.N. of young couples. And
even when they're in either middle school or high school, their love for each other is as the
same as the one in America, which is called "The Land of Opportunity." Sometimes most
relationships among teenagers don't last long, but at least 24 hours, but some of them do last
longer than ever. Or so everyone thinks. Both teen lovebirds are lucky to have each other on
each other's side because without him/her, he/she is nothing. It looks like young love is
growing nationally and globally, even in Africa. Also, these people can either see other in
person, talk on the phone on a Saturday night (which is on the other side of Earth), or whater.
But either way, young love is still young love. And if their parents hadn't met and their children
hadn't met each other from day one, then they never would've fallen in love with each other.
Young love will always live.
Shall I compare thee to a rainy day?
Thou art more dreary and more malignant.
Rough winds do shake the thrashing waves of bays,
And Neptune’s lease hath all too long a date.
Always too damp the eye of heaven hides,
And often is thy grey complexion dimmed;
And every air to air sometime collides,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal downpour will not fade
Nor lose possession of that air thou blow'st;
Now shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in aging lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this takes life from thee.
Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 18
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi Title ‘Madan Dahan’ 18
Compassion degraded by passion,
Would make him weak,
And weakness would make him intransitive,
Making him brute and selfish.
That robs the sense of duty,
Creates only sensual desires,
Which bring total destruction,
Making him self-destructive.
Thus under his influence,
Man would acquire beast form,
And would destroy human glory,
Through exploitation of the weak.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 9th May 2012
To continue….
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A Tribute to the Great Master's Composition -Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to the Moon's Sublimity?
Thou art more tender and more sensitive:
Serene breeze does twirl the treacly toes of November,
And winter's spell hath all too soft a note;
Sometime too cold the eye of the needle shines,
And often is his silver resplendence shown,
And every dare from dare begins,
By fluke or legerdemain nature's epiphanies undeliverable;
But thy nocturnal winter shall not give shade
Nor lose affection of that rare thou become'st;
Nor shall health drab thou asunder'st in his tread,
When in pensive wines to years thou grow'st;
So long as we can discern or we can redolence be
So long is preserved this is and this will make thee.
Avijeet Musafir Das
Luke got hold of a camera
And went on a picture taking spree
He took a picture of his baby brother
He took a picture of me
He took a picture of his nan
He took a picture of his mum
He even took a picture
Of the dog, while it was licking its bum
But Luke was holding the camera
Completely the wrong way round
It wasn’t until we saw the photos
That all that was to be found
Were not the pictures we were expecting
All we ended up with instead
Were lots and lots of photos
Of Luke’s shiny forehead.