Best Collide With Poems
I long to taste the softness of stardust,
like quivering ink of an artist,
weaving warm colors from maple moonlight;
draped in grief, drenched in evanescent light.
O chrysalis heart, healing in silence,
let whispers of autumn be your guidance,
when black butterflies on dahlias unfold~
death of a muse, carved in cinnamon gold.
There, in the garden of thistles and thorns,
you’ll find the essence of a rose that mourns,
as petals spill bleeding scars of the sky,
while crimson clouds of cocooned crickets sigh.
So listen as the russet reveries~
collide with melancholic memories..
PUT TO THE TEST
Planet earth has been put to the test,
Everyone we hope is doing their best,
Unavoidable to sometimes feel depressed,
No family member for tea or a friend or guest.
My hands I am sure have become bleached,
Police and army around, law not to be breached,
Spanish flu took 3 years for safety to be reached
Sadly, folk from what I hear, will become unhinged!
Three weeks at home with your near and dear,
But family not living with us cannot come near,
For this Covid 19 virus is one that we all fear,
Eat well, be strong, talk on phone, and STEER CLEAR!
Grocery stores and pharmacies open, at your service,
Go, Wear your mask and gloves, don’t be nervous,
Keep your distance or you will do yourself a disservice,
All this virus needs to collide with you, is a tiny crevice!
But we must have faith and believe that we will make it,
Don't we all have in our homes a basic medical kit,
We should pray with all of our strength and being, don’t quit
Stay indoors mostly, so you don’t get the virus or transmit,
God bless each and every human on Planet Earth
From Moscow right around the world to Perth,
Think of the number infected along its length and girth,
Won’t always be somber, someday maybe, will experience mirth!
Let us now think of the thousands that have died,
And honor them and their families with a fearsome pride,
By adding the growing number to our prayers every night,
And by being humble, human, always doing what is right!
I remember the day my code first compiled
the rush of creation, of bringing order to chaos
each line a neuron firing, each function a heartbeat
my digital child born into a world of infinite possibility.
Now, I seek that feeling in every street corner
every face, every fleeting connection
In life's glitchy itchy earth lab
I seek the spark again—stumbling on truths
like wildflowers creeping through concrete,
weeds cracking iPhone screens.
Philly's pulse engulfs me, a digital heartbeat.
Unwitting scientists watch atoms twerk
in cold brew puddles on grimy subway platforms;
no lab coats—just raw existence encoded in flesh.
This city, a living circuit board, pulses with data—
I gaze at tattooed, graffitied, inked flesh-encrypted brick
hypotheses of love tested in the hood.
Variables pirouette; unpredictably, hope
and despair swap / in Petri dishes
brimming with my fumbling code.
Nature hacks its own trials—roots
scan fractured foundational vines engulfing dreams.
I, the observed observer and voyeur
each breath a quantum possibility, a chance
to fail or fly, my heart racing with uncertainty
mixing mundane and profane
in my chaotic urban blockchain. I brew
reactions unforeseen... rain-scent and nitro cold brew
collide with ozone and ambition, the soured taste
of dreams deferred lingering on my tongue.
Sun's rays catalyze dreams on bare arms;
wind bites binary I can't crack, leaving me
aching for a code to decipher my own existence.
Questions loom larger than any
8K ultra-high-def answer—
This eternal experiment reboots each day.
I find repurpose in every glitch
in this accidental study of being.
My life—the ultimate beta test:
am I a player or NPC, coder or code
in this simulation of maybe-meaning?
My emotions glitching, crashing, rebooting
in an endless cycle of hope and despair—
joy a burst of vibrating pixels, sorrow a blue screen of death,
love and loss alternate like binary code in my veins
where chaos and design
blur
into
one?
Back to Nature
Back to the Created Word---
Bust to the extreme
And collide with your foes
Be ruthless and heartless
When smash on them hoes
Leave no stone unturned
When your searching for a "snatch"
Always be ready
To smash that ass
Cause they sneaky as ****
Waiting patiently for you to slip
Or get down on your luck
Then you looked surprised
When your ass gets stuck
Like how could this happen
How could this be
They said they would have my back
Always
Always and tomorrow
Are two in the same
Cause when you wake up tomorrow
Its today
And always is cool
Till it comes time for change
And that's all I'm gonna say
You seek fortune
And you seek fame
Then your a prime target
For them bogus lames
And trifling dames
That try to get at you in the beginning
So they can snatch your change
When you do make a name
Its all the same
Every mother****ing day
But u *****es ain't slick
Cause you all look fake
Like a ***** with teary eyes
You know she got raped
And took against her will
Just cause some ***** ass punk
Needed a thrill
Well meet your maker
I got a deal
Cause sent down in my presence
And your soul will get drilled
Chilled and chopped up
And diced up into a meal
For the dogs to eat
Now am I keeping it real
Or just real ill
My fates already been sealed
You silly bastard
I'm on the chopping block
And all you hear is my laughter
Before and after
The rapture
*****!
On love's turbulent sea,
my steady waves roll in
and collide with you,
the unwavering stone
who cannot feel a thing.
The Calamity of Nepal Part 2 Concluded
The crisis of Nepal is not only the result
Of manmade deeds and erratic constructions
Of erecting unplanned houses and roads
Creating illegal buildings and dams
And erecting high mountain reservoirs
On ocean like river Brahmaputra. 08
All these and many other
Horrible acts
Of changing or removing the mountain peaks
For roads, rails and for
Making concrete jungles
Without caring that
It is the most sensitive area of Earth
Where two giant Earth plates
Meet regularly almost everyday
Not for making gossips
But for making their kind of Love
Where, they often collide with each other
To determine, who has lost and who has won
These forces create
Havocs like the one we are witnessing in Nepal
They do it to take revenge
For the cruelties
Done by humans with the Nature
And with the mother earth. 09
The Earthquake is also the result
Of hollowing the heart of Himalaya
For making tunnels after tunnels and rails
For mining the hills and
Deforesting the green valleys
Removing forests after forests
For illegal mining and for erecting dams
For these reasons perhaps
The Earthquakes has hit Nepal and India both
But in Nepal it has done the worst
In spite of being affected by this crisis too
India is trying its best to help the people of Nepal
And now there are many other countries
Trying and helping the people of Nepal
Like a true good neighbor and well wisher. 10
All that is needed
In the hour of this terrible crisis
Is that we all should try to help
The people of Nepal
Treating them like our own
Next door neighbors and friends
For which every faith and religion
Always inspires us. 11
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 30th April 2015
I promise to love you
Two-four-seven
Because you are so precious
I will always slap
Your cheek with a kiss
And collide with you
In ethereal embrace
I promise you a basket
Of smiles
Every time I come home
I`ll save a smile for you
And carefully place it above
Everyday stress of work
I promise to feed your skin
With sweet caress
As much as much as you know
That I`ll never stop
Feeding you with too many
Accolades and romantic expressions
Like I always do
I promise to give you myself
You can have all of me
From my hair to my feet
But please don`t treat me
Like your housekeeper
Or kick me off
Like your old pair of sandals
Nor put me inside your handbag
I promise you all the good
A husband can do to his wife
The A to Z of marital bliss
And I hope that you
Would always keep me
Close to your heart
Not where you will keep
This poem.
we stimulate our minds for our intellect to grow
becoming more technical
remaining spiritually slow
so we face trials and tribulation
crisis and complications
praising God, while serving Satan
expecting love when spewing hatred
our faith is dissipating
until its totally forsaken
for miracles we pray
yet and still we disobey
missed lessons
means blocked blessings
wrong paths are chosen
cursed to glimpse the promised land but never enter like Moses
it's hard to humble ourselves cause we've got pride
so we find a hard head leaves a soft backside
when stressed i ride
reclined, inside
sounds booming
trying hard to decipher the message in our music
Pac said keep your head up
Treach said guard your grill
Wu sang protect your neck
Cube said to kill at will
Eazy said easy does it
Run said hard times
Jigga ask can I live
but Big ready to die
50 cent said get rich ore die trying
K.R.S made stop the violence, and listen to my nine
these are questionable times
that leave young impressionable minds
hoping to find success pushing dope on the grind
thinking all the pain would end if they became rich
but the harder they hustle the more pain and anguish
if we could understand the hustle
we would over stand the struggle
instead we constantly land back in trouble
on frivolous pursuits
searching for forbidden fruits
living lies until they collide with the moment of truth
I been there and done that
played with fire and got burned as soon as my hand healed I'd run back
so young and misguided
mama said don’t do it I tried it
it's by God's grace I survived it
flash back to my youth I was so naive and timid
wondering if that path I walked on is the one the Lord intended
tired of getting beat by bullies so I learned to prevent it
but I found my self in front of the judge as a defendant
five times aquited of crimes that I committed
but the one time I was innocent is when I got convicted
justice may be blind, but she so vindictive
so I struggle with it
trying to make since out of the senseless
You ask me what I see
How can I tell you the sky is red
Large strokes of blood color the sea
Collide with a firm horizon
You ask me what I hear
How can I explain what I hear is
what I see, swirls in myriad colors
and music dance before me
You look in wonder
and ask me if I speak in tongues
or metaphors. I don't, this is
what it is. Sound dances, colors are heard
The sky is red, your voice hesitates
between yellow and blue, your mood
orchestrates its color. Your questions
uncertain dark in my confusion.
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July 20, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Thinking, deciding, and cuddling all muddle flow.
I'm not a wiz; I solve, yet my riddles, I know
My thoughts and deeds, like an artists', are creative.
My reflecting and planning are liberative.
Should dews of hope be erased by beams of despair?
Should my compassion change as per seasonal air?
There are unconscious courses in my mind and soul.
Like webs that fuse each fleck and speck into a whole
Nightmares that slaughter peace within the inner shrine's core
Feeling that, like birds, above the skies of mind sore
Impulsive admiration of flimsy beauty
All this progress as though a soon-to-do duty
Love, happiness, forgiveness, compassion, and trust
Collide with loneliness, helplessness, and disgust
Self-awareness, like a breeze between tempests, struggles
Between beliefs and doubts, there are silent rubbles.
While sour dualities of good and bad exist
Isn't there, between each straight-seeming path, a twist?
Slowly falling away...losing life's game
Say you love me, but it's not the same
I miss you so much and you know so well
I miss your touch and you can clearly tell
Under your spell in this darksome cell
I fell into your rabbithole and going pell-mell
Is this a heaven, disguised as living hell?
These hardships got a hold of me and I hide in my solitary shell
Slowly falling away...my vibrant voice fails me again
Say you care about me as I dwell in my moonlit den
I miss you tremendously and God knows and you know
I've tried to win your heart of serenity - my efforts will show
The pros and cons of life will make me stronger
I must fight back with might and not be a forlorner
Conjure confidence and cheerfulness in my joyous and woeful lifetime a little longer
Dance to the music of my mesmerizing, meandering mindset and it will be your cure
Remarkable how time flies these eccentrically reckless, dark days
Say you'll be staying with me forevermore, the one I simply adore
Kiss me soft and slow, but sure in many make-believe ways
Turn me on and pretend to fulfill me with satisfaction galore
I feel swell without your doubting spirit of scorching, kindling uncertainty
I fell into the blackhole of your soul of serene sincerity and fearless honesty
You are seven times a seven in my heart's beautiful, compassionate tune
These tribulations have given me difficult tests to conquer, so embrace me real soon
Overcome the waves of emotion and collide with me, outlandish ocean, creating erosion
Numb the grief-stricken and be my darling devotion of elegant, empathetic efflorescence
Drastic dreariness damages my cranium of rainbow emotion and creative commotion
Some individuals dream dreams of burning bridges, brewing brazen benevolence
You can truly tell that I miss you so, but you got to reap what you sow
I love the way you make me feel though...let the plants of peace grow
Say you adore who I'm becoming right now - a man of beloved bravery
Fly me to successful heights, for I want to rise above my negativity
That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart and made it a hundred times more beautiful. ~ Rumi
A sense of apprehension stills my hand
As I reach out to pluck the lovely rose
Weakening my hunger for its splendor
Resting upon some spot in my home
Where I can delight in it whenever I want
Mysterious melancholy weaves through me
Stilling my yearning and forcing me to see
The beckoning of a new pod surfacing there
Where a faded rose shares its depressed petals
Caressing the heavenly masterpiece of vision
Miracles collide with grace and create serenity
From the master’s hand, sweetest sensations
Of inspiration dancing across the heart and soul
Arousing joys that cure all doubt when I chance
The burst of gladness felt as I finally notice the rose
Music softens my calloused feelings with reminders
Of the many times I’ve felt His hand upon my spirit
Harvesting the gentleness, inspiration and kindness
That lives there, producing sensations of pleasure
Alive where I’ve fed and watered the precious beliefs
Whispers of silence breath through my lively intimacies
Embracing me with sensitivity and sighs of encouragement
Revealing in me the need to heal from my past pains
The grief that hopes to cut through my current painting
Of exhilaration with its knife of disillusionment and disdain
The rose finally rests there on the stem instead of my table
Revealing the wisdom of knowing that it will forever be alive
In the thoughts where it displays itself with grace and hope
Reminding me of the dewdrops, the tender petals, the gentle
Experience of not grasping its beauty while it was most ecstatic
Although I often grasped the thorns in my everyday living
This once I refused to give my desires their utmost attention
And decided to leave the beauty where it could last longest
Allowing life to go on where it was bound to encourage someone
With its rich and vivid caress upon the soul who knows its muse
When words collide with thoughts of love
to fountain forth an eager pen
Then lines of light begin to form
and fill the page with hope again
A world that pirouettes in pain
will often bid a muse to bed
Then feelings bottled and constrained
can ne’er escape a weary head
Yet love not only heals the Earth
but all that hinders words to flow
So when I write with heart and grace
I write from what I yearn to know
Written: June 07, 2025 for contest sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
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If hopes are meant to fade,
cling to them tightly.
Life is a bird with broken wings—
It cannot rise.
Cherish your aspirations,
for they vanish when least expected.
Life is a barren field,
swallowed by shadows.
A landscape carved from disappointment,
sorrow, and silent weeping.
Years spent enduring hostility.
No angels remain,
and the cruel often prevail.
Yet beyond fear, beyond loss,
the universe turns, indifferent.
I can never grasp why I exist.
Gravity presses against me—
I close my eyes, drowning in silence.
Wounds etched upon my wrist
whisper stories of battles unspoken.
Life seeps into my heart,
and I cannot fight it.
I am the one who cries himself to sleep,
haunted by hurdles that creep in shadows.
Steel meets rubber—no raw chance.
A flash of tempers,
the sharp spark of collision.
Truth may reveal itself
unparalleled ~
Rare, fleeting—extraordinary.
Serendipity belongs to those who dare.
To find a soulmate is a chance gift,
a quiet miracle.
You search without knowing
what you have needed all along.
Moments of fortune do not arrive
without hardship.
A single card can turn stone to gold,
A blind introduction can lead you
to something familiar,
yet entirely raw
If your star aligned with Mars
on that one, untamed day,
life hands back only
what you offer.
Mishaps will always exist—
swing too wildly,
and you hit the dirt.
So scrutinize before you leap,
before your feet leave the ground.
Some loves are built to live.
Is there an alternative to destiny?
Celestial beings hum in idyllic order.
But if you crash recklessly,
collide with another
on cold asphalt—
was it ever an accident?
Your car may remain unscathed,
yet the impact lingers.
And accidents—
they will always occur.
There will always be marks,
and everything will
eventually align.
As crashing waves collide with sand,
It’s pictured in the water's sway–
relentless, as a tide's demand
to wash the tracks of yesterday.
Yet, as it ebbs, new prints appear
in place of those erased by sea;
each step an echo, crisp and clear,
a silent, screaming memory.
Her eyes, like windows to the past,
as forceful as the ocean's surge–
to heal, then break me just as fast
when sky and sea begin to merge.
And she’ll not feel this déjà vu
or hear your echo in her voice;
but in her blood, she’ll carry you
and mirrors never have a choice.
The salty sea can sting so deep
when sprinkled on my wounded skin;
you walk beside her while you sleep
and reach me from the grave you're in.