Best Borns Poems
A new borns cry
Tearful last good bye
Swaying waves of golden prairie grass
Shifting desert dunes - an hour glass
An acorn dropping among forest leaves
To mighty oak - a lifetime of dreams
The changing moon - to full again
Each morn' the sun - new skies begin
Eagles soar high - our hearts go there
These ripples in time - we all share
©Donna Jones
Categories:
borns, introspection,
Form:
Couplet
Spring
summons
season of
rebirth, where birds
build nests for new-borns.
Nature's palette spreads joy
as bright colours flourish with
buttercups, daffodils, bluebells,
blooming with rows of vibrant tulips.
Golden orb begins to spread its warm rays,
virgin summer roses bloom like rubies.
My inner child smiles at butterflies,
fledglings expand their tiny wings.
Mild rain hydrates perfumed buds.
Rainbow dahlia garnish,
under turquoise skies.
Sweet pea prolongs
around trees,
screening
stalks.
I
shiver
at the loss
of my blossoms
crumbling in Autumn.
Green turns yellow then brown,
as clouds grieve and bleed charcoal.
Auburn leaves decorate soaked paths.
Flock of birds soar to pleasant pastures.
Flashbacks from laid to rest souls resurface.
Winter weaves frozen cobwebs as winds howl.
Dark days, cold nights with nature naked,
sun hides its glow as ground hardens.
Snow kissed evergreen sepals,
covered in pristine white,
appear grand until,
bitter raindrops,
create ice
upon
them.
Categories:
borns, appreciation, nature, seasons,
Form:
Etheree
He's running out of Colour.
*eternity eternal mind over matter
*He forms combative images of daffodils and lilac hedges
The Grey Seeps From his Eyes.
* His heart holds abundance, life close, close as a shield
Nature is Turning Black.
* All of the mind intent melds a joyfull palette into an encompassing black
- Can't You Smell Their bitter Entrails?
* Retching he adds fodder to ripen the ground for rebirth.
He Could. He felt them weave
*Balance sought to assert dominance over discord with the Fathers hand.
In and out of His Senses,
*Mesmerizing optiforms presenting themselves
Alienating his Perceptions.
* He strains to hold human concepts dear.
- Count the Bodies, Count the Women
and The New-Borns if You Want?
* From Death, Life, from Life, Death
*the endless circle sustains his weakening heart.
It's Just Math. No longer
*The count down, or up? continues…….
Did Time Stress Relevance.
The Sky was Red: and Empty.
*Empty, yet, the promise of nature abhorrence of a vacuum ..screams.
- If You Wait, They'll Come Back for You
*And you, son of God, child of the Mother will deal……-
He Walked Through Various Flesh
*Seeing the shell for what it was …casing of soul…..
Obscenities, Traveling for Miles.
*Caricatures of Man, insults only to ego long gone.
But The Smell, The Smell Had Followed Him.
- Where's Your God Now?
*………………Now and forever, his soul answers, eternal in the heart of man
*……………………beating with the pulse of the Universe……..
*…………………………Ashes to ashes…..dust to God……….-
*I felt it necessary for my soul to reply, please forgive me Conor? A month of wicked was
too much without a reply.
Categories:
borns, faithheart, heart, daffodils, universe,
Form:
Free verse
As bombs blow at night,
smoke fills hazy skies.
Children cry from fear -
broken toys add angst.
Fathers helpless to
protect their blood,
embrace them tight.
Mothers give birth
but their new-borns
struggle to breathe.
Their screams fall silent,
against a backdrop
of rocket attacks.
The wise ones say
time can break your heart,
time can heal your pain,
but what hope lies
under the rubble?
Dead bodies can't speak,
so leaders debate
what is wrong and
what is right.
War is nothing, but
hidden agendas.
Why aren't we all born
equal to justice,
why one life has less
worth than another.
An industry of
profit always wins.
Categories:
borns, conflict, integrity, war,
Form:
Lyric
Warm, sticky hands palm off dry, self-centred ground,
Touched by gingerly acclaiming seeds of new-borns:
Ready, willing and eager for the harsh, expecting role,
Supposedly not with any crudeness, brashness or horns;
As we sit in it, my tears embrace his spritely youth,
And I ask for forgiveness for my naive, vigorous misdeed:
He secures me with his smile and instinctive composure,
Such that I no longer trepidatiously have to sweat and bleed;
Permanency fairly permeates my fearful, angered heart:
The hope of someone else to tease the difficult, awkward task;
My failure becomes his promise, and his foundation strong,
So that the demand is no longer a mountainous, rocky ask.
When you yourself cannot conquer the rough terrain,
Your friends and lovers attend to take the strain.
2nd of October 2015
Categories:
borns, appreciation, forgiveness, friendship, love,
Form:
Sonnet
WONDERFUL SURPRISE
where’s our white kitty?
on the plush blue bathroom rug
suckling 5 kittens
missed early breakfast
imagine our amazement
mamma cat new borns
it makes one wonder
how our tiny white kitty
had 5 black kittens?
talking minuscule
a tiny tiny kitten
hid under my thumb
Dave Austin
Categories:
borns, birth,
Form:
Haiku
I love to watch them eagles soar lands edge
I love to watch them unfurl their wings wide
I love to watch them dip and dive while circling blue yonder
I love to watch them acheive highest mountain peaks
I love to watch them crest their new borns in the nest
I love to watch them ruffle their feathers after a rainfall
I love to watch them represent the United States Of America
I love to watch them not back down from predators
I love to watch them continue seeking for missing mate
I love to watch them conjoin and start a new tradition
I love to watch them eagles soar lands edge
Categories:
borns, adventure, animals, imagination, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Wrigglers dripped again
from hidden heights. The red river changed
its course furiously. The wave climbers
abseiled from a lethal boat
to wipe out the beach memory. Timeline
sneaked to put the blood signature
of a cult on the glass shards.
A biosynthesis starts for tadpoles
destroying the infrastructure of the species.
Yolk sacs were emply. New borns
were turning into snakes.
Enemy swept across the land. Deers
were being released for the panthers.
The boundary was only meant for the victims.
The metamorphosis was complete.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
borns, art,
Form:
ABC
IRA; a strong idealogic and separatists,
At last surrender to the democratic values,
Over decades, after a long fight to achieve,
Thousand innocents blood on their name.
When a religion has a fight against a religion,
What a person can achieve in this invisibility,
He can kill himself on the name of a religion,
With a belief God will honour him in heaven.
But God never honoured to anyone,
When Lord Jesus was fighting for justice,
Tarrents hanged him innocently until death,
A miracle was disappeared to punish cruelity.
Lord Mohammad was fighting for justice,
To deliver a better service on the name of God,
But no power came to save innocents,
They were martyred as Hassan and Hussain.
Lord Krishna pretends that a man borns,
For his duty, he has to do that as he did,
Million people were killed in a battle,
As respect for a lady is a story of Mahabharta.
Lord Rama has a fight for his honour,
To defeat King Rawana who was seeking justice,
For his sister she was insulted to cut her nose,
Is Rama respects for ladies as Sita was banished?
Guru Govind Singh when declared a Khalsa,
Society killed his innocent family to stop him,
To establish a religion in a religion’s boundary,
And killed thousands innocently who followed him.
At last they admit that religion can’t survive,
Without a state power and a state power,
Can’t deliver peace without a belief in God,
They also surrender at last to democratic values.
Democracy where a person can enjoy his liberty,
Thousands lost their innocent lives to replace,
A better system to remove dictatorship,
As Iraqi nation is fighting for democracy.
Democracy is a best from for governments,
If they know how to respect and honour a law,
Law is superb in democracy, law fails there,
A system is corrupted, nation has no respect.
All likes peace because peace is only a tool,
That provides sources to develop personality,
To understand a cause of birth to identify him.
Who achieves a best achievement of nature?
Categories:
borns, education, faith, family, friendship,
Form:
Blank verse
OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF - NativePen 001
TIME OF THOUGHT- Lost
DATE OF THOUGHT-Lost
Naira
Most sought after Naira is now in her gone glory
The beggar despise her even on the street of her Country
Oh! who is gonna rescue her?
Like a rag, her ten borns surfers
The foreign currencies are now loved more than before
Anyone to rescue Naira out there.
Categories:
borns, abuse, business, corruption, fate,
Form:
Chant Royal
Wrigglers dripped again
from hidden heights. The red river changed
its course furiously. The wave climbers
abseiled from a lethal boat
to wipe out the beach memory. Timeline
sneaked to put the blood signature
of a cult on the glass shards.
A biosynthesis starts for tadpoles
destroying the infrastructure of the species.
Yolk sacs were emply. New borns
were turning into snakes.
Enemy swept across the land. Deers
were being released for the panthers.
The boundary was only meant for the victims.
The metamorphosis was complete.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
borns, art
Form:
What is being free?
Are we really free?
Or are we set on the illussion the world has built for us?
Are we really free?
Or do we enjoy the invisible shackles that tie us down like convicts?
What is freedom anyway?
Is it being 'given' rights?
Is that wat we call freedom?
Who but God reserves the power to free us?
Are we not all from 1 breath of God- 1 rib of adam?
What is freedom really?
Is the sittin in an office workin for a hot meal later?
Is it paying tax inorder to abide by the law?
What is freedom really?
When we all walk emotionali shackled to one other-
Prisoners of our own thoughts!
What is freedom really?
When love comes with boundaries..
Faith comes with qualifications
Nd hope being only for the new borns?
What is freedom really?
When I sit here writin a poem that may or may not be read
.. Dreaming of things I may never achieve..
What is freedom really?
When prayin to God seems like a duty now..
When speakin your mind can land u in prison-
*ironic how they say we have the right to freedom of expression*
What is freedom really?
Iam just a girl.. In search of freedom within the confinement of my mind ..
Iam just a young woman-
Seeking freedom within the walls of my heart ..
Nd just like you ..
Iam just a mere being-- seeking the true meaning of freedom!
Categories:
borns, conflict, confusion, corruption,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Written to my Cherokee mother:
Meadow Lark's voice is so soft and so sweet
She's a Cherokee woman and won't accept defeat
At Meadow Lark's voice the birds will listen still
As her gentle voice carries around and over the hills
She cares for all creatures both human and beast
Meadow Lark's voice is so soft and so sweet
Meadow Lark's voice is so soft and so sweet
As she hurries along and does her good deeds
She makes Indian medicine for all the new borns
And everyone states that she inherited her charms
She's a spiritual healer to all both great and small
She gives them faith to be brave and help to stand tall
She whispers in ears of battles soon to be fought
and reminds them that they should not accept loss
Meadow Lark's voice is soft and so sweet
But listen closely and don't be deceived
For this voice is so strong even the wind will say
Listen to her and you will know how to be brave
Categories:
borns, blessing, earth, women,
Form:
Ballad
Bones of the weak
Lie in style
but not here
Categories:
borns, grave, memorial,
Form:
Epitaph
(Poet’s Note : This poem is the first of two poems on The Nature of Truth)
Truth came from the purest of pure
smell of pine between toes endure
from crystal streams where trout shimmer
like rainbow dreams
from seagulls on wing, willow whisper then sing
deep down Poseidon takes his blue cue anew
She came from violet centres
floating in a bowl she enters
new-borns suck her milk rippling
down sunburnt throats
never forlorn, sailing a boat
Truth swoops her eagles over the Globe
travelling cyberways to hold her laughter
floating from Galactic Sun
Radiant across every gradient smiling
warmest sweet, tiny perfect teeth
gleaming in a tweet !
She came to stroke, sprinkle justice with
joy, transform lies with tears, lifting hearts from holes with bells on her toes
out of dirt, up the stairs eating mushrooms
with dare
breathe in human hair, listening to rolling
drums with care, sucking sweet nectar
She senses through many lenses
Truth comes to give Grace, sweetbreads
shout-outs, petals, stardust, eggs
across ages and aeons from Mercury
Venus and Mars to give answers in
glasses between shells from lagoons
Her breath smells of grass newly cut
exuberant nasturtium and lily in hug
conflicts melt away
Truth in a barn where couples lie
butternut soup on a winter’s table
where fathers laugh with a terrier
in good health, Siamese
purring on a persian rug
Truth completes a circle, opens up
channels joyously
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Categories:
borns, deep, emotions, inspiration, inspirational,
Form:
Personification