Best Artpoetry Poems
Pure poetry opened this magic door
Opening new vistas of ILLUSION
Enchanting the dreams and golden thoughts
Travelling from silence into words
Riddled shadows of this palace
Yearning for immortal INFUSION
Planets, paths, abyss, stars
A casement where moss EVENTUALLY grows
Leaving an entangled impression
A mind’s CREATIVITY flows
Climbing mood motionless in memory
Ever challenging the INEVITABLE
By-Tahera Mannan
For Linda Marie’s, Poetry Palace contest
When the heart beats in pain
The poet comes to life
His words seem to rain
As tears flows sharp as knife
The raging storm complements his strife
Destroys all the limit
The poet with pain survive
Only then true pearls of poetry shine
The night with torments gain
The light shivers of afterlife
The poet with images strain
Troubles from all over arrive
Simple wishes a fire revive
The stars become weak and timid
Looks for a reason to be alive
Only then true pearls of poetry shine
The poet and his enchanting pain
Takes a sudden dive
When thoughts whirl, swirl and rain
And on the pages revive
His ideas for coherence strive
Emblazon the sky vivid
With powerful and forging drive
Only then true pearls of poetry shine
Poet, you must not deprive
This world so helpless and livid
Must let your rhymes thrive
Only then true pearls of poetry shine
POETIC DROPS OF NAKED MUSIC
Writing drops of poetry, writing drops of rhyme
Dripping, dripping so sublime
Hush and hear their words fall lightly to the ground
Drops of poetry with nary a sound
Nay, there are no sounds to poetry but for the speaker
Some will tell you the world is wonderful however I say it’s getting bleaker
Some poetry will boldly describe, in accurate detail, a tale
While poets leave drops of poetry as did Hansel and Gretel to follow a trail
Sometimes that course leads a poet off course
Yet he writes against any power or force
Poets open their eyes and beg you to open yours
These wordsmiths live in towers with a hallway and only poetry will open its doors
Doors in a hallway that can make one laugh or cry
While one poet needs another to put the “good” back in “goodbye”
Still others are tortured and need that which only a needle will do
Well that’s how it is for me, I know nothing at all about you
© 2011.…..freepoetry
Poets are very sensitive folk who require only a concept and a pen
But then there are poets such as me who are weak in a powerful way
I leave drops of tears mixed with my poetry that drips
Because sometimes it’s pharmaceuticals which my shaking hand grips
Words pour forth from beyond a realm of my mind
And in the end drops of poetry is all I’ll have to leave behind
© 2011.….free cee