Best Calculative Poems
I am like an avalanche slithering in shivering angst,
free-falling into an abyss of an aching era,
where luminous lakes reflect pixelated regrets,
for time throws my canvas into splitting helplessness,
and mind plays tricks in aimless frequency,
framing toneless tenors within paralyzed psyche,
pushing and pulling ivory strings of my ebony heart.
Now I’m dwelling in the chaotic caves of a calculative carnivore,
unable to grasp the lunar light that envelopes forsaken fields,
while crooning caged memories, like a pensive nightingale,
pondering, would the moon ever untangle these starless thoughts?
Or was it written on the wailing walls of melancholic museums~
that I was meant to drown in dizzying darkness?
I’ll rest my pen in a glass casket of equations~
cloaking this crippled conscience from seeing beyond vague visions,
detached from kohl eyes, eager to steal my voice,
as I keep sinking in black and white polarity,
pausing curative prose in screeching silence.
Categories:
calculative, angst,
Form:
Free verse
Translating ideas through energetic muscles
and calculative minds
is his doing
knowledgeable tricks and wise options
converted to the physical for the honour and glory
is his aim.
The one at the top of the chain
possesses his own repertoire.
A personality with tactical onus
is the one and only expectation.
Catastrophic it is;
when such a charisma is tempered with
An effective philosophy gives him fame
but ambiguity in strategy wins the point
a winning atmosphere brings out his etiquette
a loss- he treats so diabolical.
Every attack is a litmus test
mental kunfu blended naturally
with physical dynamism in display
closing down angles, tight markings
speed injection, courage cultivation,
identity-showing formations with opponent-neutralizing weapons,
massive onslaught, defensive solidity and quick counters
all for a harvest of victory
coming from the equations of his thoughts
watered by distinctive motivational skills.
A team player who's always outside the line
The football Manager is he!
Categories:
calculative, football, soccer, sports,
Form:
Narrative
I see people of different race and culture
so calm and calculative i stare like the vulture.
I see mothers with babies strapped to their backs-
and men with goods in woven sacks.
I see the child with the hope of tomorrow,
so do i see the old with tears of sorrow,
all these that i see-
is nothing but guts and glee.
Categories:
calculative, life, people,
Form:
Alliteration
He, She, they, them, their or choices .
I wonder if your world is round or maybe not because probably your mind is cubical , you are a dice, it is as similar as the dice given as an example of cube , a cube which is closed , has defined corners and one measurement perhaps it would have been better if we could deter to these bold and times old Indian fonts of sterotyped examples and ask for more pentagons and circles which were ***** , just like me .
You love explaining area and mensuration with examples of a gender entangled bangle , a match box that dosent match me , and an unwise dice but little did you realise that you have yourself become a box of typical undynamic identities , closed and formalised with prejudiced formulas of measurement .
So I want to switch your camera from portrait view to a panoramic view to notice that I am a decagon , difficult to the vocabulary of a polygon and unacceptable to the category of human.
Maybe I know that now you are old enough and you've learned about this ***** trans decagon like me but still when you hear about polygons and humans , your answers are straight line segments of triangles & squares and straight people whose gender binary is fair , well unfair to the notions of identity which remains undefined for not just me but also you swinging between choices of being extremely feminine on some days and masculine on others .
You see the problem with this arrangement is confusion of building a glass wall of hatred for people we find strange to our little knowledge of normal , so we assume them to be an abnormal comfort smelter , stone pelter , destined to give us a discomforting experience of flawed birth , flawed to our little knowledge of what's correct .
Them , their , he , She , her aren't identities but preferred pronouns which is a very basic question out of our mean calculative binary syllabus , but a question meant to be inculcated in our cubical boxed syllabus because earth is round and endless and so are my choices .
Categories:
calculative, gender,
Form:
Didactic
He was a gambler
who had been knocked down by a sizeable margin,
not that his bank account would show low returns.
He was a wealthy man.
Quiet and calculative at the poker table.
Meek and mild in a crowd.
He was an unpopular man.
Slightly overweight and sporting a lumpy tummy,
he was an unattractive man.
Receding hairline. Middle aged.
A smoker short on breath. High cholesterol. No muscles.
He had a very active asthma that would act up should he try to run.
He was an unhealthy man.
He was a target.
He was before he was not.
She sat down across from him at the table.
She is a gambler of sorts. She is quiet, completely silent,
and gives off a supernatural eerie calm
that strikes like sharp perfume at the nostrils.
She's a woman removed, but still relevant to the action.
She's skinny and pale. Blonde hair. Dark eyes. Soft lips. Pretty smile.
She is an attractive woman.
Toned body. Fast reflexes. Observant eyes. Strong for her size.
Lungs that can hold infinite air.
She is a strong woman.
She is a force to be reckoned with.
She is and she will always be.
It happened out in the snow.
He normally parked in the parking garage.
On that day, however, he parked far off from the casino
for no reason in particular. He walked slowly.
He moved timidly,
as he had his whole life through.
She moved briskly. She moved confidently.
She didn't run. She trailed just behind.
He didn't see her. I guess her pale skin
blended in with the snow, or maybe
he just needed new glasses. He got to his car.
He fumbled with the keys. She came up from behind
and knocked him to his knees.
What happened next was not pretty.
The excess blood from his body
seemed cartoonishly bright
as it flowed out form his neck
and soaked into the snow.
It looked like strawberry syrup;
the kind you put on a snowcone.
He was before he was not.
She is and she always will be.
Categories:
calculative, character, dark, murder, scary,
Form:
Narrative
Tough in spending even in abundance of resources
Indifference shown to priority of any needed purchase
Giving is rendered a gruesome punishment to mankind
Hall of famer to the accuracy of the expression of feelings
Tight fisted, closed minded and currency conscious in all situations.
A swollen wallet ironically ignites the need for fewer expenses
River accumulating water to the point of flooding but never overflows
So in control of the inside irrespective of the nature of the outside
Even the cheapest budget suffers the axe of a calculative cut down
Categories:
calculative, character, life, self,
Form:
Acrostic
OH!
You punched holes in my system
Now, I am incontinent
I can't hold water for a second
You blame it on indiscipline
You licked my mind
Now , I am permeable
I can't sieve immigrant thoughts
You blame it on gullibility
You dragged my true self
Now, I am a masquerader
I can't meet the world without the mask
You blame it on cowardice
You attack every step of mine
Now, I am calculative
I can't choose expediently
You blame it on Indecision
Oh Society !!!
Categories:
calculative, betrayal, confusion, heartbroken, irony,
Form:
Free verse
love is like mathematics....
you add yourself..
subtract the hate...
divide your time...
multiply your feelings...
you will have to factorise your communication before you underline your status in your calculative love zone and begin to do your statistics of drawing your frequency smooth curve as you are lining up your little human beings while you are going to the positive side of your love number line, so this love you can name with a number 1because 2 are involved. so if you want to be in love, just add yourself and do as math.
Categories:
calculative, abortion, absence, abuse, adventure,
Form:
ABC
Worthy of making decisions and drafting conclusions
Ideas manufactured from careful observation and scrutiny from a
Sound mind soaked in constant learning and
Dipped in the dense sea of understanding
Only the unwise settle for just any result, because
Matured thinking and calculative views give an excellent product
Categories:
calculative, character, wisdom,
Form:
Acrostic
To greet the day, the sun does rise
overrun with golden flames.
To my surprise, that centered sphere
has a thing for slender dames.
His solar slopes descend on her
but a yard from where I sat.
He found for me a single point,
and acute young girl at that.
She sported quite a quadrant fair,
parabolic hips and chest;
and though she too thought I was fine,
I derived her somberness.
Perhaps our origin would bring
disappointment to her folks;
her bottled sobs did soon subtract,
and in tears, she softly spoke:
"Parental factors intervene;
our equation can't be solved."
I kissed her puckered sinusoids:
"but our bond will not dissolve.
Your father's but a variable,
and I know, with time, he'll change.
Don't fret--we're bound by constant love;
his approval's in my range.
It matters not where we may lie,
here amongst this earthly plane;
two points are always linear,
and a pair of hearts won't wane!"
Categories:
calculative, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, love
Form:
Ballad
Opposite terms-poles-charges attract, like terms repel. In today’s world most people who
rampantly –constantly fight each other seem to have more in common than they can imagine.
Why?
Because if it is true that like terms repel it means that the people constantly fighting
are like terms that have so many things in common that’s why they fight. In other words
they have so many similarities-“identicalities” that’s why they fight.
For example
If in a house Peter and James are always constantly fighting, it must be because they both
always unintentionally happen to demand the same thing, wants especially not necessarily
in terms of needs but it could also be needs. Their approaches to things must be similar
which explains the reason for why they quarrel all the time.
But it is their choice because they can both choose to agree.
What happens when they eventually choose-decide to agree?
When they eventually agree, their bond-relationship-friendship might-would-could seem to
be as strong as their disagreement – but their disagreement and agreement can be in the
same proportion but can never have the same end result or product-sum total because the
sum total of their agreements-unity will be more than the sum total of their disagreements.
Hence they could end up becoming the best of friends.
In a world like ours both rules apply like terms repelling and unlike terms attracting but
as humans with our large, structured, orderly calculative and highly complicated brain
capable of calculating what a computer-robot cannot we should know better that the sum
total of our unity-agreements-synchrony is more than our competitions our disagreements.
So, we would be better off without disagreements, I mean business wise and other wise,
agreement would benefit us as a whole more than what our quarrels-wars leave us with.
Categories:
calculative, philosophyworld, people, people,
Form:
Hush! Don’t utter a letter!!
Lo-they are coming ….
At this very moment they are coming,
Those you say enemies – they!
They are dragging away my father
Perhaps to there, to that hell
Maa, is that hell a dense forest
Or an unknown land?
May be it hell or heaven?
I want not to visit it !
Maa, kindly hide me
Hide me in your secure lap
Hide me behind the loose hanging end of your saree,
I’m extremely afraid, maa !
Behold ! Wind is panting
Air is heaving long sighs afflicted by death
To conceal magnanimity of light
The sky is dropping the screen of clouds !
Enduring earth is sucking fresh blood
Helpless angels bewildered,
In the jail of calculative humanity
Nude civilization imprisoned, senseless,
Confounded in frightened pain,
Maa,
Let us abscond to a remote land
A land where death never wears
The costumes of violence, apparel of executioner !
Where is that Utopia ?
Where is that paradise, Maa ?
Where is that protectors motherland ?
Categories:
calculative, mother, writing,
Form:
Free verse
My Lady
Quiet like a parrot;slower than a cheetah,
Her benevolent is something to cheer,
In which many indigents have a share,
The pitch in her voice soothes many hearts,
which has made many guys to bow with their hats,
She romances humility with good nature,
Just like tenacious Dorcas in the books.
Have you seen her in active motion?
Unbelievable!cool,calculative and alluring;
Her words serve as curative remedy for sorrow.
While others practice gossip for pleasure,
She accommodates criticism as a treasure,
Her sassy attire befits a queen with
a golden crown on a platinum throne.
Categories:
calculative, friendship, love,
Form:
Free verse
The poor are lazy, languid, and loafing – the rich rut,
Is this why many people of my nation have no hut?
Isn't the concept: every rich is industrious, a myth?
Isn't there a great gulf betwixt a blacksmith and a goldsmith...?
I know my rickshaw-puller neighbor, born in penury,
His ancestors were poor too for many a century;
Can I judge his hardships his sin or the sin of his dad?
Or the transgression of a system that has gone so bad...?
I have seen the rich climbing the ladder of life briskly,
The branches of trees of mammon, they catch hold so quickly;
Hard work and calculative effort, no doubt, are in them,
Don't cells of dishonesty occupy their root and stem...?
By tilling the earth and breaking rocks pennies the poor earn,
In torn rags they shiver in cold; in summer sun they burn;
Is begging a fashion that the poor bejewel them with?
Doesn't shame cut them to pieces, within, like grass in a scythe?
Poverty is a curse and not a blessing, the world knows,
Hunger, thirst, homelessness, and illnesses paucity sows;
Undernourished children, like cattle, are pushed to labor,
The poor are, often, abhorred and loathed by each rich neighbor...!
Isn't fighting poverty a duty of every person?
Doesn't, by the vile of inequality, crises worsen?
God has made the mammon for all - this fact each one should know,
The concept of living and letting live, each should follow...!!!
28 March 2023
Writing Challenge - 'P' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
Categories:
calculative, poverty,
Form:
Rhyme
A Game
Chequered
!
Verbose;
Pawned divinity
Words are pieces
Phrases are moves
Players' wordsmiths
Egos crowned kings
Drawn out are words
Empty stands sheath
Reveal your Chess
Strategy-Tactics
Grand master Mikhail Tal speak
On checker board strategies.
"The deep desires
Of a chess player
To lead opponent
Into deep
Forest
Dark
And
The
Path
As Way out
Narrow enough
For only one to fit.
Quintessential paradox
Of battle games with words
Insiders from their prison cages
Re-arrange pieces in endless loop
Noisy minds trapped in eerie silence
Tactics is knowing-
What's done when there’s something to do
Strategist is busy -
In making, in contemplating counter moves
The gamer: the cold calculative mover, brutal
in purpose, moves words, forward and backward
The gamer knows; the words shall be rearranged
Checkered boards of Chaotic; Noisy; Wordy; Game.
The sale
Buy one
Get Two
The-Chessmatic mover
The-Charismatic Baiter
Squarer of self and ego
the believer;the knower
Biting bytes; Now is No
In -A never ending loop
The Self
But One
Not Two
Settled-flow-words when soaked in love
Entrenched-in- compassion all powerful
Wherein in-mated in thoughts and deed
To,
Checkmate the words-as-bait- is tactics
Know,
The web of words is A dense wild forest;
It is A habitat of 'Mind's wild wanderings.
.
The gamer; moves words; fore backward
In another brutal checkered board game;
~
Categories:
calculative, analogy,
Form:
Concrete