Best Broadens Poems
Dancing vibrant hues
Blink in shades of blue
Peafowl, A majestic bird
Our nation's pride
Peacock - Pride of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!
Yellow sturdy physique
On glimpsing him, the forest shrieks
Bright black stripes on body regal
Stands the royal bengal tiger
Tiger - Pride of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!
Smirking amidst the fecund pond
Pink beauty lotus lightens the land
To glance her in the morning,
Arises the sun gleaming
Lotus - Pride of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!
A lofty banyan tree
deepens its roots free
Broadens its spiritual hereditary
Coerces to confront the world contemporary
Banyan - Pride of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!
Camaflouged with dry leaves
A dry leaf butterfly make us perceive
Don't judge by the veneer
Orange butterfly our seer
Oak leaf - Pride of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!
Our mother earth, the queen
Dons the elegant dress in green
And the blue crown forever
And so our place is prosperous ever
Ever friendly weather - Pride of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!
Ancient books and poems
classical songs and rhythms
Valluvar, Vyasan, Kamban, Bharathi
Tamil, Sanskrit, Hindi, Marathi
Poets, cultural treasures & languages - The prides of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!
Like different euphoric rivers
Accumulating minerals and deliver
We travel in a path discrete
But at the same sea we meet
With diverse faith and believes
With the varied swaying leaves
We still shine with glee
As we affixed to a single big tree
Named India
Diversities - The pride of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!
August- 15 -2021
Wish you all a very HaPpY InDePeNdEnCe DaY
Categories:
broadens, patriotic, people, places,
Form:
Free verse
A lone palm tree near the beach
Sometimes groping for something in sky
Some other time coming down on the ground
Seek frantically a lovely eye
Eyes do come but palm stays calm
On the beach smile bottles of rum
A lone river towards the ocean
Gazing above at the floating cloud
In between a vast vacuum
Aspiring to sing aloud
No sound resonates in the voice box
Quick passes the grey sly fox
There are times when the river leaves me
Robbed of all chime air is paranoid
Page after page keeps crying empty
Lost into barren blue, moment annoyed
Getting into thick crowd broadens the void
So sitting alone with dark Pink Floyd
A solitary mind on a desolate road
A solitary pen to a full blank page
A lonely heart bearing hollowness loud
A bird of forest locked in a cage
In a vase of flowers despair and rage
The ship gets no ground for anchorage
Helpless shadow of chin on knee
Lonely lonely and mere lonely
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July 23, 2016
Loneliness Contest
Categories:
broadens, allusion, depression, feelings, loneliness,
Form:
Rhyme
...inspired by 'Cul-De-Sac' by Allen Tate
The golden sheen had turned to rust,
the laughter to a pile of rags,
the joy to ghostly lamentations,
how the weighted second drags.
Blind and deaf to consecration,
weak the beatings of the heart,
barren now what once was fertile,
love's become a dying art.
The chasm of their lives together
broadens with each passing day,
echoes barely audible
now rattle in a death-mask play.
He spends his time in retrospection,
trying to ignite the flame,
all the tinder is but ashes,
all their tenderness a game.
Passing in the hallway, they will
glance away in silent grief,
post-it notes and conversations
miss their mark, the practised thief.
He concerns himself with models,
crafting planes no one will see,
for an unborn son or daughter,
generations not to be.
Would a child have made a difference?
(would that he were strong and able),
tiny sneakers, matching socks,
another place to set at table.
Living with an empty feeling,
she tries not to blame or doubt,
busies with the darning, dusting,
looking for a quick way out.
Finances keep them together,
stocks and bonds, annuities,
the only glue that holds the airplane,
slim and thin prosperities.
Fifty years, and inching slowly,
they will not be One with God,
separate, they make arrangements,
he cremated, she to sod.
There was happiness and laughter,
lo, those many years ago,
back before they wanted children,
the physician told them no.
They are dead and gone, I'll warrant,
separate, and in repose,
Heaven opened, they crossed inward,
What they said? God only knows.
Categories:
broadens, dedication, writing,
Form:
Verse
...inspired by 'Cul-De-Sac' by Allen Tate
The golden sheen had turned to rust,
the laughter to a pile of rags,
the joy to ghostly lamentations,
how the weighted second drags.
Blind and deaf to consecration,
weak the beatings of the heart,
barren now what once was fertile,
love's become a dying art.
The chasm of their lives together
broadens with each passing day,
echoes barely audible
now rattle in a death-mask play.
He spends his time in retrospection,
trying to ignite the flame,
all the tinder is but ashes,
all their tenderness a game.
Passing in the hallway, they will
glance away in silent grief,
post-it notes and conversations
miss their mark, the practised thief.
He concerns himself with models,
crafting planes no one will see,
for an unborn son or daughter,
generations not to be.
Would a child have made a difference?
(would that he were strong and able),
tiny sneakers, matching socks,
another place to set at table.
Living with an empty feeling,
she tries not to blame or doubt,
busies with the darning, dusting,
looking for a quick way out.
Finances keep them together,
stocks and bonds, annuities,
the only glue that holds the airplane,
slim and thin prosperities.
Fifty years, and inching slowly,
they will not be One with God,
separate, they make arrangements,
he cremated, she to sod.
There was happiness and laughter,
lo, those many years ago,
back before they wanted children,
the physician told them no.
They are dead and gone, I'll warrant,
separate, and in repose,
Heaven opened, they crossed inward,
What they said? God only knows.
Categories:
broadens, sad
Form:
Verse
I don't fear Betrayal, for it broadens my understanding on Trust.
I don't fear Enemies, for they were once Friends.
I don't fear Hate, for it is envy disguised as Love.
I don't fear Pain, for its unpleasant sensation gives me Pleasure.
I don't fear Hunger, for it is a shadow of Satiation.
I don't fear Death, for it is freedom from the troubles of Life.
I don't fear Sadness, for it opens my soul to yearn for Happiness.
I don't fear Failures, for they are simply the foundation of Success.
I don't fear Wars, for they are conflicts that bring Peace.
I don't fear the Dark, for it is the hidden form of Light.
I don't fear the Future, for my present made peace with my Past.
What I fear is being Fearless, for fear is afraid of itself like I am afraid of Myself.
Categories:
broadens, courage, emotions, feelings, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
While in course of writing
Some words appear spontaneously
We see a new face smiling
Though not meaningful literally
Such suddenly cropped up medium
Of expressing our thoughts and music
We aptly call them idiom
That captures the shadow elusive
Only the other day in a composition
About the picture of loneliness
I wrote the words without hesitation
‘Page after page keeps crying empty’
Let me quote the whole extract
To make my viewpoint more exact
“There are times when the river leaves me
Robbed of all chime air is paranoid
Page after page keeps crying empty
Lost into barren blue, moments annoyed
Getting into thick crowd broadens the void
So sitting alone with dark Pink Floyd”
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July 27, 2016
For the Poetry Contest: Create an Idiom
Sponsor: Jesse Day
Note: My poem ‘Blank Pages’ contains this idiomatic expression ‘crying empty’ which many fellow poets in ‘Poetry Soup’ have read. I do nurture a thought to refer it to some competent forum like Oxford Dictionary for their opinion.
Categories:
broadens, creation, culture, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
PUNGENTLY POIGNANT (STRONG & EMOTIONAL)
I am from the Mississippi Delta where cotton use to grow.
I am a codified bonified mind that way sets the flow.
When Hurricane Katrina hit, the vibes of so-called power were felt.
Crossing the Mississippi River was a manifold shown.
I went to the North to discover self.
I gain knowledge and intellect.
They say the ways of the oppressed man was embedded by King, Jr.
Who went to West to learn Gandhi’s concept!
Oprah Winfrey visited his slums.
Where she was greeted as a great one.
She walked through the City at night.
Gaining her insight as sums of sums.
You see the Northern region of the U.S. desires the prophecy that man bought via
enslavement.
The time of servitude and bondage.
Today the power struggle cover is iniquity.
A paved path of emplacement is the European man statement.
X marks my footsteps said 101 Black Man of the Delta President.
He is a statue of political etiquette.
He hides behind a culture of low-downiness.
He broadens my world as the bawdiest *****.
We all family out.
What do we talk about?
The systematic discrimination happening in our lives.
To conclude, family and friends is how we socialize.
If you want to know how this lineup.
I will see you in stance as a home front hand-cuffed.
Get your house in order.
Your blood does not provide a hidden culture of defiance.
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Penned 02/21/2015!
Categories:
broadens, parody, philosophy, poetry, political,
Form:
Rubaiyat
Changing your priorities
broadens the width of your scope.
And you start searching your heart
for a faint glimmer of hope.
Luck leaps merrily along,
then makes a sharp reversal.
For life's not a Broadway play;
there's no script or rehearsal.
The beauty of Winter's white
leaves Autumn colors in doubt.
And when tears morph into guilt;
anxieties start to sprout.
Reality devastates
dreams sculpted by hope and time.
For emotions are fickle;
and often turn on a dime.
Life is meant to be enjoyed;
or it'll simply slip away.
And you can start by merely
appreciating today.
Categories:
broadens, emotions, feelings, imagery, inspirational,
Form:
Quatrain
Genetics and freaky things.
Reptilians and hybrid humans’ DNA.
A demonic blending of the past and the future present.
I say “future present” because it is here now and it is here to stay.
Forever.
Forever until Armageddon when the LORD’S ARMY kicks satan’s ugly minons to the pits of hell.
Critics.
Skeptics.
They scan over all of the prophesies.
Name calling and counter bidding.
They say it’s all a big hoax.
“You’re just a bunch of conspiracy theorists,” they argue.
A word made up for their own excuses at the end of time.
A label created ahead of time to placate the masses while they lure us to drink their lemonade.
Welcome to their little paradise of freak shows.
Freak shows and masquerades and sipping on the blood of innocence.
There is no end in sight in their blood-thirsty brains.
They sip on their expensive champagne while the poverty gap broadens more than the Aegean Sea.
John wrote of this at Patmos.
He saw the dragon and he saw the beasts.
This is the situation that we are finding ourselves in at this late hour.
The COMING OF THE KING!
Repent and Prepare for the Messiah, Jesus Christ!
Live holy in order to escape all of these demonic freak shows to ensnare our souls and drag us to hell with them.
Reptilians.
Reptilians mixed with human DNA.
The Second Coming of Jesus Christ!
Categories:
broadens, creation, dark, evil, hindi,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Appreciation - Helps us value the loved ones around us.
Balance - Bring beauty to our souls.
Conceptualization - Characterizes our world of complexities and simplicities.
Delightfulness - Delivers diverse sweetness to our world and dreams.
Ecstasy - Excites our inner beings.
Fantasy - Forms our dreams and follies.
Gratitude - Graciously acknowledges blessings from God and man.
Holiness - Brings a soul to happiness, eternally.
Imagination - Leads our dreams to discovery, inspiration, creativity, and success.
Joyfulness – Diminishes sorrows replacing them with merriment.
Kindness – Increases thoughtfulness, compassion and benevolence; improves humanity.
Loveliness – Surrounds our souls with physical and spiritual beauty.
Majesty – Uplifts the soul to a state of awe.
Naivety – Enjoys innocence and teaches opposition.
Obedience – Disciplines id and ego while leading to personal strength.
Passion – Imparts intense feelings that lead to elevated emotions.
Quirks – Provide individuality and entertainment for mankind to enjoy.
Righteousness – Teaches a man to stand firm, practicing making right choices.
Serenity – Instills quiet calmness to a man’s mind.
Tolerance – Broadens man’s ability to love and live peacefully.
Understanding – Opens the doors to wisdom.
Values – Direct a man’s path to positive morality.
Wisdom – Lives from a heart of love and understanding.
X-perience – Prevents drastic mistakes.
Yearning – Drives a man to crossroad, choices, dreams, and triumph.
Zeal - Supplies enthusiasms for all things.
Categories:
broadens, inspirational, life, passion, peace,
Form:
ABC
A drop of sunshine broadens the ground and shines
like a coal upon the blazing street. And I am enjoying
the last of the wine which tastes as good as the
tree bark shoved into my heart.
The brown of the tearless eyes corrupt the message
swooshing from the lips. I am the growing river
which slides like a storm into the shore. Some
voices cry against the wind, others shout in
support of it.
I am neither for or against anything.
A crucifix dangles from my neck. It was a
gift from the children. They grow up so quickly.
They grow up like weeds
which have flowered despite the thistles and thorns.
They call them wild-flowers. They call them uncontrolled.
They define them in a multitude of labels so that
confrontation can be erased.
I am as defined as the next man, as shapeless in my
exterior as a dripping candle sloshing wax
into a plate.
A letter waits for me in my former mailbox. I understand
it contains the fabric of my thoughts. I cannot imagine
such a mailing, and one defined for me alone.
Stick a needle in the arm. Drive a wedge between
the heart. Life is a process of adjusting, of
correcting attitudes which do not comply
with the flavoured faces of the
people hiding in the dust.
I am forgiving but not forgiven. I am silent
in my loudness which becomes my armour
against the nestled carpet of denial.
Categories:
broadens,
Form:
Free verse
Folded in cloth, her eyes did shine
Parabola shifted by pi, ‘the daughter is mine’
Said in front of others,
How did you feel inside?
Okay let’s make a confession
It was on mother’s guide.
The girl grew up,
As broadens a brook.
Papa followed Mama,
She had a beautiful look.
Mama hugged the life
Papa was reluctant
But the daughter believed in him
Someday, he too would be resilient.
Then occurred an accident,
Mother had to go.
Daughter was left with father
And he got a blow.
Papa, papa, she said
In everything that followed.
Little did she know,
She would never be endowed.
Then 10 years later,
At 4 o’ clock in evening,
Daughter didn’t come home
The thought itself was aching.
For maybe he didn’t want her
He was a dad within
Was it already too late?
Got a rush of adrenaline.
Went to the police,
Took help of a neighbor
Nothing came in hand,
Except the morning newspaper.
"10 year old, raped and murdered"
Stood the headline distinct.
The face was translucent,
But the apparel succinct.
Dressed in mourning stands,
He who didn’t care.
Daughters are not a burden
They are gifts ultra rare.
Respect them, accept them,
Without them, the world is despair.
Categories:
broadens, baby, birth, father daughter,
Form:
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 3
Politics’ the art of decrying nations
The national art’s how to prostitute Mother
Arming nations need no justifications
The People's Ego broadens shores of nations
Which provokes invasions by the Other
Politics’ the art of decrying nations
Tongking’s engulfed behind United Nations
You know whom strangled by the likes of Hitler
Arming nations need no justifications
Victim stones make no dent on pretensions
Vietnamese mothers bear with stoic laughter
Politics’ the art of decrying nations
Resist and invite self-mortifications
Retaliate and be dubbed mortal sinner
Arming nations need no justifications
Hug the Nation during incinerations
Pride will stand us good stead in Life hereafter
Politics’ the art of decrying nations
Arming nations need no justifications
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
broadens, political, power, pride, violence,
Form:
Villanelle
Denouement
The plot thickens broadens in plastered confused juxtapositions
over time there and then weaves tapestries lost unfound caught
Viscous tears dried out shed rivers searching oases oceans of love
squeeze suffering hatred solid misconceptions scripted resolve
Crocheted dreams unsnarled in disguise colour rainbows stain-bows
stain blows and arrows offer inkblots from coiled council reconcile
Waters cascades cataclysmic beginnings alleviate alluvion’s weight
skirmish tease entice droplets of truths splashing change alteration
Naïve native losses childish unadulterated tangential torrents unfold
allude inundate delude adulthoods’ illusions commence from afresh
Under the bridges of ricocheted echoes trickle drops from Styx to
Ganges feed and contend with the seagulls and vultures of life
The story line concocts and conceives tell retells and remembers
the past as it blends narrates a misty final initiation’s webbed spray
Resolute resolution wets the gills washes clouds spins them around
until springs guzzle project thoughtful narration to entangle once more
Denouement Renewal De-new-ment confer contain depositions repositioned
as some tangling wisdom posits one swims in the same ocean never again
09th August 2016
Originally entered for contest 'Denouement' judged 24th August 2016
Categories:
broadens, change,
Form:
Free verse
...dedicated to Allen Tate
The golden sheen has turned to rust,
the laughter to a pile of rags,
the joy to ghostly lamentations,
how the weighted second drags.
Blind and deaf to consecration,
weak the beatings of the heart,
barren now what once was fertile,
love's become a dying art.
The chasm of their lives together
broadens with each passing day,
echoes barely audible
now rattle in a death-mask play.
He spends his time in retrospection,
trying to ignite the flame,
all the tinder is but ashes,
all their tenderness a shame.
Passing in the hallway, they will
glance away in silent grief,
post-it notes and conversations
miss their mark, bring no relief.
He concerns himself with models,
crafting planes no one will see,
for an unborn son or daughter,
generations not to be.
Would a child have made a difference?
(would that he were strong and able),
tiny sneakers, matching socks,
another place to set at table.
Living with an empty feeling,
she tries not to blame or doubt,
busies with the darning, dusting,
looking for a quick way out.
Finances keep them together,
stocks and bonds, annuities,
the only glue that holds the airplane,
slim and thin prosperities.
Fifty years, and inching slowly,
they will not be One with God,
separate, they make arrangements,
he cremated, she to sod.
There was happiness and laughter,
long, those many years ago,
back before they wanted children,
the physician told them no.
They are dead and gone, I'll warrant,
miles apart and in repose,
heaven opened, they crossed inward,
how they fared? only God knows.
Categories:
broadens, introspection, lost love, sad,
Form:
Rhyme