Best Carom Poems


Conception

Conception

There
In seconds words birth
A phrase laboring me to pen
Anticipation of a perfect offspring
Contraction squint the mind for me
That shudders a intent, until
It flops on the page, kicking
Father critic oversee sternly 
At times pushing me to the side
I separate from a creator
A witness as it breathes 
The air is a  touch of  Intellect,  soft
It’s a raindrop in my lover eye
Or sharp carom in the back
Pain echoes for immortality
Joy wanting the freedoms lounge 
Clarity in the pitch black
Or the divine shine,
Like the lamp beside me.
Categories: carom, artme,
Form: Free verse

Blood Is Thicker Than Water

My childhood friend, my blood brother
We did a lot of fun things together
Playing carom, table tennis and skating
You were the dull school boy
My eyes were always pained 
To see you struggle through school
The painting on the wall of the little boy in tears
Always reminded me of you
And so I kept a close watch 
To give your dull mind a spark 
Now and then teaching you, stoking your inner fire
What a fine eagle you turned out 
Life’s battle you have won
Whereas I have lost one and all
We have now parted ways
You are now  wrapped up with another
And I in my lonely mansion with father and mother.
Categories: carom, brother,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Golden Days

Golden days





Reminisce those golden days left far behind,
little joys lived to most, recalls the mind,
Aiming sky high and free as birds,
Cherished life, simple were our words,

Childhood friend at primary school,
Waited daily for me but I was such a fool,
One reserved seat for me always next to him, 
Ignored the passion till it flowed to brim, 

Teased others as together we grew,
Till medical school, left were only few,
Hostel life was more of a fun,
Witty siblings added to real time pun,

Affection of parents in family of five,
Pretty house, floral garden, fruits and beehive,
Bright sunrise to twilight of sunset,
No hues were missing in my palette,

Delicacies that my mom cooked,
Anyone who ate got really hooked,
Carom, cards and chess that my dad laid,
Losers tried till years and decades,

Reminisce those golden days left far behind,
Little joys now unseen, have I turned blind ?





Written April 2nd, 2015
For contest "Golden days" by rob carmack

Awarded 9th place
Categories: carom, memory,
Form: Rhyme

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Games

Each day is like a different game
Few are like chess,
they need tactics to win.
Few are like a carom match,
they need perfect aiming.
Few are like a tennis tournament,
they need concentration.
Few are like a relay race,
they need cooperation.
Few are like swimming,
they need a lot of stamina.
Few are like a marathon,
they need a lot of will power.
Few are like gymnastics,
they need you to be flexible.
Few are like weightlifting,
they test your ability.
Each one is unique and thrilling.
As our strength differs,
We cannot win every game.
Keep in mind this simple rule – JUST PLAY!
Categories: carom, inspiration, inspirational, motivation,
Form: Imagism

Trillergy

Faint away Ry Cooder 
as the candle flame danced 
reddish green and the wick crackled 

Cassiopeia together 
through the night screen 
crooned Diana Krall 
and a dying moon 

three white birds 
softly perched at the 
window sill 
hoping to join in 
their warble a suitable fit 

insects of every shape 
and watercolor 
tangoed past 
as if ordered 
by some higher authority 

stinging pain carom off the 
right side of my heart 
and get lost 

fall asleep 
earlier than smoking the wicker
© Alan Reed  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: carom, allegory, imagination, inspirational, uplifting,
Form: Light Verse

Frayed Plume

she got on about three stops after I did 
I was sure she was conversant in ballet 
by the way she danced up the steps 
and delicately deposited her passage 
into the device next to the driver 

her fingers were disproportionately 
long and far too elegant for 
such tiny hands 

her nails were ornately painted 
with purple flowers on a white back lay 
she must have been very ambidextrous as 
each tiny fingernail looked exactly alike 

it was winter and there was about 
18 inches of snow in the lanes 
she wore white rubber boots 
the bus wore its annual tire chains. 

I was dressed in my traditional white tennis shoes, 
weathered blue jeans a white Eddie Bauer T 
and my socks were soaking wet 
from trying to dodge the slush 
near the bus stops 

she was enveloped in a long 
camel-hair pea coat 
and, crazy as it sounds 
a feather hat much like 
Robin Hood used to wear 

I thought I would depart before her 
as she asked for a transfer 

like a novice-carom-billiard player 
I almost fell flat on my backside 
when the bus shot off 
before I could grab the overhead rail 
as I lent her my seat 

the bus was lousy 
with swing shift laborers 
headed to the fish packing plants 
I one of them 

pangs of passion 
swelled deep in my heart 

and seeped through every pore 
I wanted to hold her in my arms 
and love her, nothing more. 

then she left, brushed close by me 
and the driver sweetly shut the door 
pain exhaled softly 
silencing a lion's roar 

with mangled mane (and vanquished pride) 
I knew not what to infer 
through toothless jaws silently cried 
my heart alone for her 

the seat where she once sat 
remained unoccupied 
save for her plumed hat 
that I stared at 
'til the end of my ride
© Alan Reed  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: carom, life, lost love, for
Form: Light Verse


Kwik-E-Mart

Altiloquent in behavior
Quick to carom
Unabashedly pawky
A labyrinthine of misadventure

Like living in Greenland
Hardly felt warmth
Got the oil-
Wanted nothing more

Silenced your weapon
Named it trust
In the end
Just shot yourself

Like Halloween everyday
Since the mask came on
A new disguise
Darker and darker you stay
Categories: carom, black love, change,
Form: Alliteration

Premium Member Indian Stuffed Paranthas: No Counting

crisp hot paranthas stuffed with
mashed boiled potatoes, 
spiced with ginger and carom 
topped with white butter 
and pickle of choice
finger lick
treat!


Date: 9.11.2014
Categories: carom, food,
Form: Epulaeryu

Premium Member The Night Drinks Us In

The city’s streaming lights are 
                                                 incandescent veins,
                                you and I a runaway fizz of champagne.

                                       From gilded parlor to speakeasy 
                                                      we carom, 
                             giddy bubbles out to carbonate the still night.

                                         And the city is now sparkling,
                                             intoxicating as new love.
Categories: carom, city, drink, imagery, light,
Form: Free verse

The Foyer of the Heart

The Foyer Of The Heart


In the center there’s
a hollow

small, enclosed,
oval like a locket

called the foyer 
of the heart.

There the bullets 
carom while 

the widow,
room to room, 

hunts her man 
around the house.


Donal Mahoney
Categories: carom, loss
Form: Free verse

Last Train To Nowhere

Clickety-clack! sang the wheels on the track 
slowing into a dead end shunting yard; 
crawling aboard as the baggage gets stored 
amidst groans from the red-faced station guard.

Scored by the nasal growl of the tannoy, 
indecipherable instructions relayed to the blind; 
framed by diesel fumes, tears gently dripping 
into the void with clatter and whistle fading behind. 

Echo and boom, career and carom 
about the cortical fast track; 
off steel and cement howls a chilling lament 
for those leaving home to never come back. 

Upon this evil stretch of line all is wrong and amiss, 
the wrong type of leaves, the wrong type of snow, 
wrong sense of direction, wrong love, wrong kiss, 
wrong reasons to stay, no reason not to go. 

Cursing this place, the look on her face 
reduced life to perpetual travel; 
alone in a carriage the dark side of marriage 
made love's fragile tapestry slowly unravel 
right to the end of the line...
© Tony Bush  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: carom, life, loss, lost love,
Form: Rhyme

Mind Games

random thoughts carom from shuttered sights
in geometric harmonies  of cacophony colors
reverberating drum rolls kaleidoscopically spinning
through theoretical manoeuvres of polished possibilities
Feelings of frustration follow  furrowed  brows of fluidic concentration 
Trying to ascertain where these thoughts began
While my partner calmly chalks her cues  with over studied indifference.
Four dimensional  mind games in two four time with ever changing keys
What color was that harmonic? 
What kind of english was used to play it?
The loser wracks his brain cells
Then steps back for a break
Categories: carom, life, love, wife,
Form: Bio

Cream No Sugar

Hidden in  musty dusty folds of ragged thoughts I've sought to hide
Unbidden and driven by emotions chained in dungeons deep and wide
Bursting free from no sensation  breaking into concentration
They fly and burst asunder as they thunder on the jetties of my mind 
Cacophonic colored chatter  caught in chaos shed to scatter
Like the ashes of a warrior  how could it really matter
What’s first wrung from hidden childhood fears
May not sound as jarring after lo these many years
But the trains of thought I ride carry weight  to hold aside
As they clatter through the stations un expressed
Rattled reasons Battered seasons misled missions 
Deliberate  decisions carom through silly severed sessions
As I contemplate concessions to a tired weary mind
Another cup of coffee couldn’t hurt
Categories: carom, life, on work and
Form:

The Cinder of Ella of the Cedars



                      Wood Nymph, wraps white 
gossamer legs in hello, as branch shakes 
in obvious "ka_ching"!
'Oh wait till you see what she does next", 
tattles the tree, in an excited and mischievous 
foreboding.
Itself, a Familiar and Servant, 
hypnotized to carry and present her gift of wrap 
and wrap of gift.
The naughty Nymph O pushes herself halfway up 
like a tired and cautious sloth 
(on the lip of a drinking cup.)
An innocent look beguiles her face 
as essence of bark soils it's digits up,
To stick like a sponge to her curves like a leech 
leeching much. 
Nurses a clamp to her soft skin 
as if to aspire seed of sapling in sap, sapping sin.
As She stares through, impossibly pierced, 
her cruelly clumsy jiggle starks the eye 
in an ultra violence of lumplumpsum.

The forest stirs with whispers of silence, 
gossiper secretions to soil more.
Wood nymph dances careless, 
her story unfolding, merciless amore.
Her web weaving legs, wrapped in ethereal grace, 
licks of
delicate tricks of creature of delicacy.
Surreal ad vise given visa visage 
it's enchanting embrace.

The trees, they giggle with mischievous delight,
as they await her next move, a magical sight.
A familiar servant, the branches extend,
presenting her gifts, their devotion, bend.

Halfway she rises, cautious and slow, oh dear.
Like a tired sloth, uncertain where to go 
but nearer near.
Innocence plays upon her beguiling face,
as she clings to the bark, leaving presiding trace.

A sponge to her curves, the bark holds so tight, 
seeks to crumble there.
Leaving a mark, a visible sign of it's mare.
But she dances on, with a clumsy sway.
A violence of debauchery in a mystical play, 
there there, tears tears tears.
Her presence, it lingers, in the air, a fragrance, 
mimicking the soul bare.

A poem to stir souls, in carom of supernatural 
resonance in crept.
The wood nymph bewitches with every step, 
to numb your penance swept.
Leaving an imprint of memory kept as plum-line erect.

In the depths of the forest, her essence will remain,
a powerful muse, never to wane.
For she is a poet's dream, an excuse so rare, 
relished relic of the gone insane.
Captivated, beyond complain, 
the Satyr's forehead yields sign, pops a vein.
Categories: carom, april, art,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Our Effervescence

In the darkest of shadows
where deaths distress throes
where haboob cold winds blow
sandstorms one only knows
and where the heart’s a swindler,
a flame needs its kindler
The force of darkness ends
as sparking awareness mends
As the sun responds with heat
at dawn's rising we greet
Gratify light and energy
ratify our source of synergy
Life’s thriving in Amazonia
since days of Babylonia 
Goddess Flora’s allure and beauty
fauna’s animated antiquity
Ravishing roots uncovered               
medicinal miracles discovered
Flowers blooming bright
a bride’s bouquet, a rite
A rose scents us with love                                                    
purity of the white dove,
liaise and symbolize
God’s striking creatures are the prize
Planet Earth’s born native
our souls be collective
Baboons and macaques eat its figs
scarlet macaw’s perch on its twigs
An Amazon rainforest aerate
soulful breaths cognate            
A tropical canopy perennially                   
and shall perish eternally,
sans the sun’s rays that carom
across a ginkgo harem,
or man’s deforestation at bay
Deforestation decays
Deforestation is our death
stifling the Amazon’s breath
Sun-loving deciduous
spiny forever green cytisus 
While briny sticks and stones
in conjunction are onymous tones
We crossed its path and tripped
our life source stripped
Eremite, anchorite
inheritor of dirt a birthright                                          
Of warm zephyrs in August
and enlightenment we trust
As final cadence alludes
a sequence of preludes
Velvet vignettes ponderous
our effervescence wondrous 
Evolved body and spirit
sans any limit
Sans light, the soul shan’t rise
lest a spiritual demise 
When all laden and encumber                                                 
burdened by the stark of slumber
As dark vs light torments         
paroxysm laments  
When in a verklempt presence 
reach out towards God’s luminescence
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: carom, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
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