Best Chapters Poems
"Every day is a page to write a new story"
Each minuscule grain of sand
running rampant through
hourglass' prismatic time
at hand, awaiting life's resolve
to seize a brand new adventure,
like the dickens' nimbly flair
enthusiastically captivating chapters
of a poetically inspired existence
amidst everyday's triumphantly
conquered reawakening
Quote response contest - Nayda Ivette Negron
Carress her spine,
Finger the folds of her pages,
Make love to her letters,
Touch her where she is most fragile,
Make her bindings come undone.
Love her, nakedly.
Love her like your favorite book.
Pages slowly browned
Earmarks make the difference
Judge me not my cover
When a baby take birth in this synthetic world
The joyness of parents on peak happiest moment in world
After the passing time a baby get admired and enjoyness in all peak
Everyone in the worls who knows him love him care him on the peak
Time is passing chapters are now going to opened
With the youngness stress is started it may little home worked
Now the time to make baby to a young one in the world
Situation going to be reversed everyone aspected dreaming from him
Now the baby who give happiness to world is now symbol of sadness
Now the to fall in love searcing for that someone who care for him.
Finally foung his own love by someone
Now again the happiness is on peak
Chapter of happiness get closed with the time
Broken trust feeling emotion care and all such type of word
The word alone is best friend for him
Now the hates the everything even ownself
Feeling finished care finished aloneness get to admired
Life is now worst for him and the frustation take him to the heaven
Lifes chapeters continued how much happiness and how more much sadness
It all the thing get finished at the end of the boy in the world
Avnesh yadav
We enter this world and the story begins
The early chapters a distant and hazy memory
As awareness grows we begin to capture memories
Most of which being those that define us as an individual
We learn from our loved ones and peers as our persona takes shape
As we progress and more chapters are added "who we are" is firmly defined
That person that we have become now interacts with others’ lives
We love, we form prejudices, we project our likes and dislikes
All of this is captured by time and forms a storyline by which we will be remembered
Hopefully, these chapters will tell a story of compassion and caring
Unfortunately, this is not always the case as some take another path
If this be so, then the middle chapters will be filled with turmoil
As always time moves on and the chapters of our lives continue
Advancing age brings thoughtfulness resulting in either pride or regret
That which we are, that person that we became many chapters ago
now stares endlessly at a world moving too fast to comprehend
To live the final chapters of our lives we must do so with the realization
that past chapters now cast in stone cannot be rewritten
Our book of life is of our own making and each chapter defines choices that
we and we alone made based on factors that we faced.
Yes, sometimes our choices were seemingly not of our own making but in the end we must take ownership of the story line for chapters to follow.
As the final chapter of our life unfolds we either look inward and commend
ourselves for doing the best that we could - with no regrets and/or,
we look outward seeking the hopefully healing hand of our maker, or that
“power" out there that we perceive might conclude our final chapter with a
journey ending in restful peace throughout eternity.
A single drop of clarity.
Fear not truth’s asperity.
Following your intuition,
turn, behold, a new direction.
Chapter 1:
Contemplate this...
End of life,
Forever darkness,
A place to hide,
( A middle aged man stands
close to the edge. Enveloped
in darkness he looks down,
rain whips his face. In the
blackness below,
splinters of white, as waves
crash)
Chapter 2:
Contemplate this...
Accept...life is bad,
Depressed, oppressed,
Time line sad,
( He ponders, is this how it will
always be? should it end here?
, an exorcism of sadness)
Chapter 3:
Contemplate this ...
Those who wronged,
Synthetic weak,
You... inherent strong,
(But no, saved by a lucid
moment, a thought takes hold ,
not to let the selfish
confessions of another lead to a
leap of lost faith)
Chapter 4:
Contemplate this..
Run away,
Re-invent,
A born again day,
(He steps back, walks away
, leaves all behind, and
whilst others sleep oblivious, a
new path beckons , to live , to
love and to be loved)
Chapter 5:
Contemplate this...
A giver of hope,
Someone to hold,
A reason to cope,
( He sees her, they
share a glance, they share a
few tentative words, they
share the same
desires)
Chapter 6:
Contemplate this...
Dreams fall true,
Entwined with an angel,
Loved are you,
( He finds the purist of love, the
hurt is no more, happiness
floods his every moment.....he no longer
stands close to the edge )
The story of my stricken heart is told simply by her absence,
with the opening of the book timed perfectly with her exit from my life.
The hard words conspire and find their rhythm in between the lines of my feelings,
and echoes somberly from the preface to the tome's epilogue.
Page by page the joyless lines compile as pain's chapters reveals the awful plot,
eagerly awaiting the final word, while fearing how my afflicted heart will end.
- Written 10 March 2015 at Fort Hood, Texas
Our lives are like stories
Like the ones found in books
We all play our part in the plot
But you were a bit more than just a character
Babe, you were a chapter
Chapters begin and end so quickly
So fleeting, like the way we would flirt
A heart-pounding beginning with a dry, cold close
I'm saying good bye
This is for every time I could have cried
This is for every night that you forgot I exist
But I haven't shed a tear on you and, boy, I'm not gonna try
This is for every single mean thing you say
This is me deciding not to pretend I'm looking the other way
This is something I'm doing for me
So good bye, cause no longer will I be the girl who is blind
The chapter has sealed itself shut
So sit in your room and play some mean songs about me
I don't care, I know somebody with nicer hair
As a kid you must have been the bully on the playground
I'm done being the girl you give affection to and push down
And I'm tired of standing on the sidelines while you try to run the show
I'm gonna move on with my life
Prove there are things you will never know
There are things that books can't tell you
Things only the heart can understand
You don't have one of those
So, pardon me, if I don't consider you a man
The chapter has ended but I won't shed a tear
The future's too bright for me to look back to darkness
Mathematically speaking,
Life is not a continuous function,
but holds discrete chapters
to be closed at different times on journey of life.
Carefree childhood terminates
alarming to get prepared
to lead life on self confidence.
Bubbling vibrant youth : Most alluring period
to fulfill ambitions, dreaming and dreaming.
Aspiring chapter offering opportunity
of activities in broad spectrum at random.
Onwards start struggling taking life as a Challenge.
Career, Family, Responsibilities, Duties are embowered.
Success to access, Failure to endure
Love, Betrayal, Happiness, Sorrow appear in series.
Inevitable last phase shows
Achievements, Emotional Involvements
turning obsolete, seeming Life to be meaningless,
only to wait for last call to reach the ultimate end of Life.
When one chapter of your life is finished
You feel as if a part of you has diminished
You feel emptiness, sadness and pain
But after a while you are again happy and sane
Early chapters are written without choice.
Scripted by parents from birth.
Chapters may read prosperous or despair.
Innocence encounters ignorance life not fair,
One may learn to script their own chapters.
Open your book what might one see.
A roller coaster life full of diversity.
Open your book what will it read.
Narrative of facts or fictions your reality.
Life is a book full of chapters.
Some filled with bright chapters.
Full of strive, chapter after chapter.
The more strive, the sweeter the life.
Some lives are missing chapters.
Due to misguided writer’s block
Some lives have hidden chapters.
Unfavorable under society locks.
Life a book full of chapters.
Some are filled with dark chapters.
Full of strife, chapter after chapter.
The more the strife, the bitter the life.
Open your book what will one see.
The colors of life, harmony or misery.
Open your book what will it read,
stories describing your identity.
Each life reads like a book,
cause, life a book full of chapters.
Defines ones destiny, before, now and ever after!
secrets hidden deep
within your mind and soul
unwritten chapters
As i read the last chapters of Isaih
in the hours middle of the night
i encountered them missing verses
they tell the story of Isaihs wife
tell of Isaih's journey to heaven
and his fight with pollynesians
a race of females who enslave
by use of technology and magic
they had taken over the gadgets
Solomonic devices used for communication
Isaih managed to defeat the pollynessians
and destroyed all the solomonic gadgets
Isaih gave up his spirit and was taken
to heaven because heaven will need his
help again in the future
the future when the solomonic devices rise
and the pollynessians try to gain dominion
once again through the technology
they hyponotise the user of the gadgets
the user becomes a worshiper of pleasure
and material wealth worshiper
that night am sure i read the missing chapters
the story is still very clearly in my mind
next day i searched for the chapters
to no avail and i wasn't sure any more
whether i had dreamt up
the whole thing
lewis nyaga
Sweet love of mine
Can I borrow a sec?
To let your mind ponder..
How something so delicate
Can leave you in wonder?
I dwelt alone in this summer's weather
Hot and humid put altogether
It seems since I'm away from my lover
All joy has been plucked out from me like a feather
But Sweet love of mine
I want you just as you are,
You do not need a dollar sign
To be my one and only star
You've captivated me with your charm
the style of your grace
the tone of your enchanting accent
Have allured me into your trap
The wonderment of that to me
Is how my heart leaps for your presence
As time disappears like a dark sea
I find myself awaiting for something to be present
The delicacy of my love for you
Is the warmth you bring to me
And peacefulness that soaks through
When I can finally lay down beside you.