Best Attains Poems
Fleeting into the ebon night,
a million fairytales tremble at us.
Never cursed or full of deep blight.
I embrace you, you hold me tight.
For our love loses not insight.
Sounds of swift ivory doves cry out.
They know how our love does outshine
with flickering light.
Descending onto my grateful knees,
I knew the pain of loss and pain you carried with ease.
Black Ravens plague this existence.
Saturated in loneliness were you,
yet you stay with me.
I faced before you attains,
longing for my hopelessness to cease.
I sense your essence in the breeze.
Weeping in the forsaken land,
for I am but a man craving to be near you.
Sweetheart you are my perpetual connection!
For all of eternity my desolated heart remains,
bound by love and affection.
The wind blows and gusts prevail,
intense obscurity of the calamity.
As the tempest rages in warm rains.
your genuine affection sustains.
A million fairytales tremble at us.
My alleviation found in perfection
and...
I shall feel this pure affection,
weeping in the forsaken land.
Or you my beloved, eternally bound by love and affection,
fleeting into the ebon night.
Written September 7th for Lu’s Poem Switcher-Roo contest.
Categories:
attains, beautiful, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
When mind is in the moment, thoughtlessness prevails"
~
Keep your mind away from thoughts that rebound
Hear the mesmerizing melodic music of surround
Bask in the bewitching beauteous objects that astound
Sense all the sensations you skin has sensed around
Inhale the myriad magnetic fragrances floating around
Experience boundless bounteous bliss of God abound
Mindfulness leads to cessation
Of thoughts, the causation
Of our miseries, our vexation
Mindfulness makes us aware of creation
Leading to captivation
Then to our admiration
And acclamation
Of love of God flowing without cessation
When thoughts end
Vibrations ascend
We transcend
The body
Situated in Samadhi
experiences bliss eternal
Sees soul internal
Attains salvation
Instant elation
To final destination
Categories:
attains, 10th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Living the most complete life--
No man deserves less or more from living than another
From a tiny drop of nectar, a flower blooms
One blossom though different invites the same appraisal
Such is the life of a man…he merits happiness and fulfillment
Survey life’s purpose--
Assess what is the best and the worst that can come
If something is meant to be, it will find a way to happen
Never walk without knowing where to go
If no design, the desire may go unfulfilled
Follow the perfection of nature--
The butterfly flutters by radiating beauty
What is forgotten is how it attains its loveliness
Beginning as a hideous larvae, then the ungainly caterpillar
Bursts out of the cocoon as the magnificent butterfly.
Nature’s plan-- the butterfly thrives
Planning is the key--
Humanity mimics the beautiful insect
Once an unknown quantity, man wrestles with his prospects
A dream develops with deeply planted character and strength
Man takes small steps if he knows where he is going
Thus, a man finds the way to his aspirations.
Hold fast to dreams--
Planting the feet assures nothing
Impediments block the way
Sometimes, days open up like flowers blooming despite adversity
Sometimes, man leans too far forward injuring himself in his fall
Sometimes, he opens up his wings and flies needing no net to catch him
Test the possibilities--
To have a life well lived,
Man should venture outside his comfort zone
Do something that scares him every day
Dwell in the here and now but look to the future…
Grab hold of a smile and never let it go.
Categories:
attains, life,
Form:
Free verse
A Cup Runneth Over
His cup runneth over, yet he craves more
As flights of hubris on wings of greed soar,
Rich is the life of caviar and champagne,
Where ruthlessness wins his races in fast-lane
And nightmares roil semblance of sane;
His cup runneth over, yet he fills again.
Some sans much, assert they have enough,
Strengthened by love when times are rough;
Not so for the man, whose soul preens in vain,
When arrogance of ego commands his terrain
As flights of hubris on wings of greed soar;
His cup runneth over, yet he craves more.
Dreams he dreamt once, vacant still remain,
Benevolence of love never could he attain,
For illusory is glitter spurious gems feign
And love is just a mirage phony hearts reign
Whose rhythm never attains lyrical refrain;
His cup runneth over, yet he fills again.
Void of nothingness is driving him insane
While haughtiness tallies his ill-gotten gain,
Detesting ruthlessly woes of others’ pain,
Mocking their misery in contemptuous disdain
As flights of hubris on wings of greed soar;
His cup runneth over, yet he craves more.
July 24, 2022
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 31 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Theme: A Cup Runneth Over
Categories:
attains, emotions, humanity, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
Bound by love
~
"I sense your essence in the breeze
my alleviation found in perfection-
I knew the pain of loss and despair you carried with ease;
sweetheart, you are my perpetual connection,
saturated in loneliness were you-
the wind blows, and gusts prevail,
black ravens plague this existence,
as the tempest rages in warm rains,
they know how our love does outshine with flickering light-
weeping in the forsaken land of my desolated heart’s remains;
intense obscurity of the calamity I faced before you attains-
yet you stay with me, longing for my hopelessness to cease,
your genuine adoration still sustains
never cursed or full of deep blight;
and…
a million fairytales tremble at us,
sounds of swift ivory doves cry out,
emerging from the dust I was found
descending onto my grateful knees-
for I am but a man craving to be near you for all of eternity-
fleeting into the ebon night; for our love loses not insight,
I embrace you…you hold me tight
and I shall feel this pure affection or you, my beloved…eternally,
bound by love and affection”
10/02/19
For: Lu’s Poem Switcha-Roo Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lu loo
Categories:
attains, love,
Form:
Free verse
I crawl into the turmoil of life...where
black ravens plague this existence
bound by love and affection
I embrace you...you hold me tight
sounds of swift ivory doves cry out
never cured or full of deep blight
weeping in the forsaken land of my desolated heart's remains
where I was alone, seeking you
as the tempest rages in warm rains
I sense your essence in the breeze
the wind blows and gusts prevail
and
a million fairytales tremble at us
In the deepest realm of the darkest shade, I cried
yet you stay with me, longing for my hopelessness to cease
intense obscurity of the calamity I faced before you attains
I knew the pain of loss and despair you carried with ease
I found myself tethered to your understanding
fleeting into the ebon night, for our love loses not insight
sweetheart, you are my perpetual connection
your genuine adoration sustains
saturated in loneliness were you
my alleviation found in perfection
emerging from the dust I was found
descending onto my grateful knees
for I am a woman (*or man*) craving to be near you for all eternity
they know how our love does outshine with flickering light
and I shall feel this pure affection or you, my beloved...eternally
9/8/19
contest Lu's poem switcha-roo
four lines added
I crawl into the turmoil of life...where
where I was alone seeking you
in the deepest realm of the darkest shade I cried
I found myself tethered to your understanding
Categories:
attains, conflict, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
D –
Decay,
The logic of rotting, and withering;
Like the purity of human beings.
Like the given touch of life.
Just simply vanishing and vanishing into a burning void.
Senses like a soft rose, slowly burning away at the tip.
Flames sweetly consuming it in whole,
Than leaving nothing but the taste of ash in your minds lip.
E-
Evolution,
A change or something of old becoming new.
Slowly shifting into the darkness
Or gradually ascending towards the light.
And beings of no remains.
Guided towards a valley of bliss, or a city of woe.
Ever-changing into demons and misguided angels.
A-
Ability,
Skills, talents unknown,
Reaps away at your soul, as does things of life.
An ability to save only reaches the pure not the wicked that plagues’,
Tip of a hand touches the clear water,
Showing the impure, as water turns black.
T-
Time,
Consuming and taking
The healthy the sick
The pure and the wicked
Like a being with never ending hunger.
Slowly ticking, and ticking
Then simply vanishing like a grain of sand.
H-
Human,
A Homo-sapien,
Ill fated with the genes of war
Ill fated to die out, like a once ancient civilization.
The good, still eager to save the so ill fated,
Die of a miserable death but attains true peace.
Beings of war and destruction,
Once knew of this thing we called peace
Now we are just going, going, and going
Then gone
Categories:
attains, death
Form:
Free verse
BEAUTIFULLY BOLD
The purple angel facing the sun, so fair to look upon
has a tenacious grip on the moors; it roots secured.
With its head held high, it sways at ease in the breeze;
yet for puncturing thorns, surely, it will be scorned.
Never trained for battles, its winter seed pods rattle
defying each foe, flowering even in spring's white snow.
Its sharp spines bring tears, pricks equals to a sharp spear
to Scotia a dauntless brave, for their land was saved!
Like a woman defending her virtue, to any, she is bold to face,
yet, the angel as a lion-heart. Her words full of art,
bloom despite the pain, a greater beauty she attains.
Where ever she may live, this heavenly thistle will thrive.
This humble weed will prosper in the rich faithful soil she seeds
before the sun she and Royal Scotland have plighted their troth
__________________________________________________________________
***Inspired by the painting Thistle in a Field, by Fidelia Bridges 1875
__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
January 19, 2015
~~This a late post because I have no internet connection for almost 5 days...
Categories:
attains, beautiful, flower, strength, symbolism,
Form:
Personification
A drowsy sun has closed his eye
Leaving me in tinted twilight
Hemorrhaging color by degrees
until I stood in blue-black night.
Dusk is the darkest of twilight
where sights and sounds become adverse:
a contrived unreality,
imagination unrehearsed
and interspersed with primal fears.
Harmless shadows act out phantoms
conjured deep within my psyche.
Howls and hoots: night sounds most fearsome
Quasi-influential fancy
when dusk attains ascendancy.
Categories:
attains, allusion,
Form:
Verse
Freedom is the power
Rooted in reason and will
To act or not to act
To do this or that
So to perform deliberate actions
One’s own responsibility
By free will one’s own life
Human freedom is a force for growth Maturity in truth
Goodness
Attains perfection
When directed toward Eternal God
Our beatitude
Categories:
attains, faith,
Form:
Him fountain of eternal joy from
Where life is renewed,
Ageing and life to be drained out, exit
From the world is nigh,
When suddenly comes a call from him
Above, who regulates
The flow of life through cycles of many
Births and deaths, to stop.
Suddenly sounds the drum from sky for the
Second act of play,
Life really awakens, drooping life
Joyfully responds to the call;
The wintry night desolate soon turns
Into a joyous spring day,
Undoing death, His rhythm and dance
Rejuvenates life force.
The flow of life from star to star
Follows the rhythm of his dance,
Freed from the confinement of matters
Th'Earth finds salvation;
With multitudinous fruits and grains and
Flowers of myriad hues
Her baskets of seasons are filled to the
Till and brim and all.
Thus she attains the fulfillment at the
Touch of his dancing feet,
The flow of life gushes up from death
Following incessantly
The pattern of his rhythm and dance, to the
Tune of his golden flute;
In the tornado of this violent dance,
All that is withered falls.
The triumphal arch of life is erected
Midst the joyful tunes,
And the journey of this spring meanders
Towards the fountain again.
This poem was originally written in Bengali Language by Rabeendranath Tagore. Its Bengali Title was Udbodhan. It was then translated into English by Mr. Rabeendranath Choudhury who expressed his wish that somebody from some other generation may attempt the rest so that all the English-speaking people may enjoy India's Pride. And here it is, slightly edited and recast in the true poetic form by P.S. Remesh Chandran, Editor, Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum.
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Categories:
attains, beauty, inspirational, life, light,
Form:
Light Verse
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 64
Cogito ergo sum: I LIE therefore I AM
Even if I lie Nothing’s more certain than Death
Not Birth Not Life Nor this Multi-Verse logjam
Does not violence invoke much pain loss all damn
Intended or not openly or in lethal stealth
Cogito ergo sum: I LIE therefore I AM
Is not violence the excess worlds condemn
And which by default attains the body’s health
Not Birth Not Life Nor this Multi-Verse logjam
Any movement in any direction breaks dam
Can Qian rape Kun to make for eternal Death
Cogito ergo sum: I LIE therefore I AM
Is Death the Tao of non-action in I AM
No change without movement antithetic Death
Not Birth Not Life Nor this Multi-Verse logjam
Can the human mind find stillness in space maelstrom
Wish for NOTHING wholly want but Ultimate Death
Cogito ergo sum: I LIE therefore I AM
Not Birth Not Life Nor this Multi-Verse logjam
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Categories:
attains, death, judgement, nature, violence,
Form:
Villanelle
Cold-blooded,
I poison my precious poem
with the tip of my quivering quill
to quench the venomous quest
of my crystal inkpot!
Burying the edited lexis from my perished poetry
in the grisly graveyard of
dusty Dictionaries and tattered Thesaurus
I nip a bud from a withered bouquet of
touch-me not blues
and preserve the petals in the perky pages
of my decaying diary…
I push my pristine poetries in the ‘tower of silence’
for the heartless hungry vultures
who will devour them briskly,
while the inedible skeletons will melt
in the holy fires of eternity…
I crumple my unpublished work
and toss them in the unfathomable depths of dust-bin
lying near the moth-eaten closet at the Editor’s dusty desk!
With my ink-stained immaculate fingers
I strangle my perennial poem to premature demise.
Lets pray for her sanctimonious salvation
And hope she attains Nirvana
and get a peerless placement in
the lexiconian library of immortality…
Amen!
Categories:
attains, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Rise Out Of The Ashes
Filled with apprehension the heart pleaded for sympathy
Eyes desperately focused beyond normality seeks a sign
When anguish mount while darkness insists on lingering
Do we deserve sheer punishment for misjudging gloom?
At times love misinterprets emotional ache as an excuse
Must it lay silently underground until it freezes for good?
If even just one promise attains autonomy from disarray
Plant a kiss, a subtle embrace, and rise out of the ashes!
11:33 A.M.
11/22/2022
Aboard cruise ship:
Rhapsody of the Seas
Chania, Greece
Categories:
attains, allusion, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Immortal land awakes through dusk and dawn
Beneath ceiling spun sugar and midnight blue.
Wind's breath trill of tiny song accrues through
ardent woodlands, rivers, and natures gentle fawns.
Tears of life stream with allure and glamor
Dreams grow draping over nature's life in each
Branches newly bereft of leaves, tips reach
Gilded sunrise bonding souls and laughter
Ocean's emotion echoes deep shifting realm
Its grace untouchable in its deepest depth
As it attains its greatest heavens breadth
ancient secrets adhered on coral helm
3/15/2017
Categories:
attains, earth, nature, ocean, weather,
Form:
Quatrain