Best Clash Poems
Two rivals meet after long time,
The battleground set for a thrash,
Defying age, not in their prime,
They're geared up for a summit clash;
It's a tense atmosphere down there,
Stadium filled with fired up fans,
There's great excitement in the air,
Best friends have changed to battling clans;
Combat's shifting from side to side,
Both, champions in their own right,
Every shot keeps turning the tide,
Let's see who wins this final fight;
Now, fighting for that crowning point,
Which will conclude play in action,
Game. Set. Match. What an effort joint!
Roger in tears. Eighteenth slam won.
02/15/17
(Note: This poem is about the title clash between Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal in the Australian Open, 2017)
Clash of Truth and Beauty
I find abhorrent this perversion
That the ancient Greeks had
For sexual engagement with animals
And that they entertained the belief
That offspring could be procreated
Through this act of bestiality.
It defies reality and escapes imagination
(Even in that time period).
How a culture so advanced could be clouded
With superstitious, inhuman ethics and morals
(If it weren’t so sad, it would be laughable),
And to accept this depiction as art
Taxes the brain for justification;
Not because of the act, but because of the culture.
I cannot see any beauty in this!
It’s the fact that it’s so despicable
And degrades the animals.
In Oxford and Cambridge, they can get jolly batey
‘cos they don’t speak proper wot like I do matey
Stars glare at the twigs,
darkness begins to settle
Forlorn dreams of stars,
moonlight covered them with clouds.
As clouds expressed its thoughts,
Moon strengthens its mettle
Dreamy stars infuriated,
with flares, bashed clouds.
Stars and Moon clashed,
deleted dreams covered by ash
As clouds watch over,
comets ignited so fast.
Dwindling down are sprinklers of dust,
speeding with lash.
Titans collided,
Clouds wept like a torn outcast.
Two eagles hover over the bare bones of a poem
leaving choice morsels for the appetite of the other.
And with poetic hunger, they devour each other's words
occasionally choking upon the other's genius.
With wings spread wide, they ride a poetic thermal of prose
eagerly dipping into the ink of the other's thoughts.
For when eagles combine talents to create poetry
oh, what wonders they conceive amidst such sheer majesty!
They peruse through ideas like a garden of delights
collaborating on proes fueled by dueling dreams.
And collectively nurture fledgling thoughts, giving them wings
as they scratch enigmatic lines using both claws and beaks.
Searching for perfection, two egos soar beyond belief,
seamlessly approaching the heights of creativity.
When eagles clash, they oft release raw, unbridled feelings
that converge, crafting compatible prose worthy of note.
(Blank Verse)
2/27/2016
Clinton and Trump
King Kong Godzilla
which is more exciting?
I have been struggling with a faded thought
until my mind's become confused and tangled.
At a crossroad, this battle is being fought
between my stubborn brain and wounded heart.
I've great fear one of them will be strangled.
I thought I knew what my life was all about,
but perhaps my heart has been deceived.
I'm suffering a sense of loss; filled with doubt
hoping I haven't taken a misguided route.
I'm finding that life is not as I had perceived.
Their controversy is deeply rooted down,
encompassing what is far beyond my vision.
I search my memory, but it makes me frown,
and my grieving heart will not backdown.
I'm left wrestling in the wallows of indecision.
I won't deny that what troubles me the most
is my attempt at arbitration has gone unheeded.
I'd just as soon try reasoning with a bedpost,
than a brain and heart that are nearly sclerosed.
Neither wants to be the one who has conceded.
I'm fervently trying to make them understand
that if there's to be any hope of our salvation,
they must stop their outrageous grandstand
before I'm forced to give a harsher reprimand.
They suggested I give the other a total ablation!
Surgically remove my brain? I gave it thought,
but it was something that I would have to keep.
We'd all expire if I agreed to dispose of my heart.
That certainly would not be clever on my part!
My anatomy is cursed with two black sheep!
I'm stuck in the middle and I've made a decision,
to threaten them to make peace or they're out.
If they don't come to terms, I'll have to audition
for a new mind and heart who'll be in submission.
I felt a bit cruel, but enjoyed watching them pout!
Let Our Swords Clash!
I found that life in my world is like fencing!
Tell me, World!
What’s on the line?
Does the loser give in?
Ready or not? Let’s begin!
For all these years I finally realise,
It was me and the world
Joints now petrified
And my mind, bind to never go outside
He is leading and I am behind
« En’ garde! »
Welcome to your first match
Welcome to the latest patch, 1.0
« Pret, thrust, intercept and slash! »
Come closer, I won’t flee and dash
Have at thee, lad! Let our swords clash!
Blade and body in space scarcity
Resolve to win is considered piety
Blow by blow and bear witness this variety
In this boundary, this cage, gelanggang is our reality
There is always worry
But ain’t never such thing as sorry
Fight me and you may win to earn some cash?
You may earn title and sash?
Our fashion whites are rash
Come closer, let’s see who is the first to gash
Let’s see who is the first to fall to the ash
Have at thee, lad! Let our swords clash!
Me against the world, this is my battle!
This is my challenge of might and mettle
This is my biggest issue to tackle
I’m the Man of Steel! Hit me, thrust me, pierce me, outta the field should you throw me
No!
My mind derives of titanium metal
My drive derives of francium petal
My sword derives weight of helium handle
Fear me and rattle
Because like the Avengers I assemble!
Come closer, and finally lash
Have at thee, lad! Let our swords clash!
I attack, forward! Took hits like a champ
Vitality decreasing as my stance start to damp
Now I realise how huge
Enormous it is... Is it? This ramp
Now I know-
I... need... AMP!
So that my name may stamp
Stamp on the history of this world!
Come closer, let’s create the greatest battle
Have at thee, lad! Let our swords clash!
Up with my mortal jihad
Here I find myself ashore on islands full of tears
And fear
And here fireworks explode and disappear
As millions of colours swallow up everything.
My presence mocks of you, mocks of everything
To the world,
Now, I am thanking!
In the future, I am reimbursing
Have at thee, lad! By then, our swords had clashed.
Thoughtlessly formed and impressively spoken
by a naive and dreamy-eyed youth,
they floated and billowed until they collided
with an ugly reminder called truth.
Then, overwhelmed by superior power,
they plummeted wildly to earth.
Victims of time and demands of the real world,
they failed to establish their worth.
What does a middle-aged dream-maker do
when his last youthful fantasy dies?
He worries and labors, complains, and wipes teardrops,
dreams new dreams, and watches them rise.
This time, more aware of reality's boundaries,
he'll plan more and lower the skies.
July 30, 2020
entered in the Completely New (15) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Tired of the echoes of emptiness that clash against encrypted voids in his wandering mind,
He searched for an escape, a door, a window, or even a perforation in the fabric of nothingness,
His eyes sought the light that would scatter the darkness of the clouds covering his world,
A dying cloud, a rock he was, hardened and molten lava of silent volcanoes.
Stubborn and lifeless, his bound and restless eyes find no rest,
Heavy and toxic breath, trembling and sharp voice, aimless steps,
Bound to trodden paths, committing regretted mistakes in every sleepless night,
Forging trust from disguise, in obscure voids, his heart lies motionless.
Trapped in past and failed ignorance, he waits for time to isolate him from nightmares,
All is hopeless hope, with no escape, a false promise of deliverance,
In the dark void, his dreams unravel, seeking meaning in silent chaos,
Only a lost soul remains, a prisoner of shadow and forgotten illusions.
He waits for time to free him from the clutches of tormenting dreams,
But there is no door, no window, only echoes repeating endlessly,
In perfect silence, only memories find their way, like a pale light,
A universe of darkness where his heart remains captive, without hope.
Titans Clash
The lightning, it was over-bright
Beads of sweat raining from above
titans clash in bloodthirsty flight
The lightning, it was over-bright
vaporized death exploding light
mythical violence without love
The lightning, it was over-bright
Beads of sweat raining from above
06/22/16
blue green riptide wave
clashes with the coral clouds
after the shipwreck
2-10-2016
Streaming rainbow of flashing fires
Holy war in the spiritual realm
Uriel with fires battle dark fires
Tragic was the world of dream
As colorful fires clash in beams
Weaker spirits writhe in pain
When vision vanished in a gleam
I woke up and queried my brain
Note: Uriel is one of God's Archangels. He is known by his Flaming Sword or The fires that gush out of his palm.
Feast: September 29
By Joseph Osita
For the contest: 'Hutain this one'
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
I try to face the fight within
I walked this path that lead me to the end
I'm caught in between this loss
And love still left to give
I'm ready for the riot to begin
So I can surrender
My heart it is your prisoner
Only you hold the key
Do you continue to hold me captive
Or will you choose to set me free
When all is lost and daylight comes
I'll carry you forever
My wounded soul it still holds
The memories of us for eternity
It was not all bad, it started great
Our hearts they clashed, caused such hate and envy
We must do what's right, give up the fight
So our hearts can have some rest and solace
They will mend in time from this strife
Maybe next time we'll be not so foolish
I just wanna rock with you.
If your down let's find a place to go.
The stars are out.
In an honest world the clouds have no say so.
To deny the vibe you give.
Light, airy.
They'd all run from you.
The clouds that unreasonably linger about.
The arms of your galaxy infinitely stretched.
Kindled in rotation.
The dynamics a simple smile can make.
A sort of religious happening.
Expanding with time.
Let's find a place to go.
Nothing but space
In the cosmos of you.
The hint twinkles.
We spiral in orbit.
Inhaling bright hue.
The analogy of aesthetics.
All together in vibe.
Asteroids appearing at the right time.
Sincerely running towards you.
Another galaxy that mimics the millennium of fantasy.
Alone in the blink of an eye.
Starstruck in the center of the universe.
Her universe.
In the galaxy of her arms,
We clash.
Colliding in bright hue