Best Comprise Poems
“To have the wings to fly and roots to reach deep inside is to find beauty and tenderness amid the gravel and dust and the wound opens the rupture into a rapture.." Jayita Bhattachargee
In the ambient silence of twilight's gentle embrace,
silhouettes and shadows dance as stars sparkle in grace.
Ecstatic eyes gaze towards spheres where dreams come alive,
an enchanting canvas of wonder where spirits revive.
An air of perfumed peace whispers in pomegranate skies,
celestial sensations glow as lavender clouds comprise.
Ivory moon commands horizons with purple hues,
as its rays reflect in glorious amethyst views.
A sense of serenity gives birth to spiritual rapture,
like a moment of nature, photographers crave to capture.
Where lonely lovers allow their elated souls to take flight,
merging with darkness to illuminate an ebony night.
Soaring beyond earthly boundaries of euphoric delight,
in a cosmic flow reflecting lanterns of fluorescent light.
Romance is a rhapsody of rainbow colours free flowing,
a perfect palette of pastels that leave a heart glowing.
Realms of true love endow golden visions of vivid bliss,
softly soothed by lips of a beloved's enchanting kiss.
You wake up in the morning to look in the mirror,
To say "This is me".
To Compare yourself to what you think you should be.
"I'm fat.",
"I'm ugly.",
"How can this be?",
"Why did God do this to me?",
You put on some make-up or some acne-cream,
To cover the blemishes that others can see.
But it doesn't mater what others see,
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
And the beholder is me.
So stop annotating,
And start complimenting,
Not on what should be,
But on what is!
You were created in God's image,
Oh.
How.
Powerful.
To see who you really are,
Oh.
How.
Magical.
In that mirror is not,
"I'm fat.",
"I'm ugly.",
But a scientific creation from stardust,
Something that's way beyond us.
And what's inside is something so unique,
So special,
Because no one else has it,
It's.
Like.
Magic.
It's you!
You are the most amazing thing to walk on this Earth.
With the ability to wake up and show your worth.
So why wake up and talk negative?
When you could wake up and smile.
Why not be happy for a while?
Why try to please everyone else,
When all you have to do is be yourself?
People say "What matters is on the inside.",
And you say "But look at my outside.".
And I say there is no good side,
You as a whole is the creation,
There is no separation.
Each person with 46 chromosomes working in perfect symphony,
Destroying themselves with negativity.
Just Stop!
You are beautiful because you are rare,
Because no one else can compare.
Your face,
Your nose,
Your eyes,
With your sense of humor to comprise,
Someone no one else can match.
Try to make it in a lab...
Try throw it down the hatch.
You compare yourself to everyone else,
When you are one of a kind.
Why can't you get that in your mind?
Diamonds aren't perfect so why should you be?
Beauty is not symmetry.
Look in the mirror and what do you see?
The beauty that you are...
This is me...
I'm young with no identity,
A faceless boy, alone and shy.
To classmates, a nonentity;
My parents fret and wonder why.
I'm part of the unnoticed pack.
I step aside as others pass.
To be alone, I sit in back
And never volunteer in class.
I cannot dance or speak on stage
And hate to pose for photographs.
From social scenes I disengage
Avoiding bullies' taunts and laughs.
Uncaring, they my spirit crush.
At lunch I have no company.
I shrink from hugs and tend to blush
And dirty jokes embarrass me.
I dread the days we swim at school
And shower with the other boys.
I try, but nothing 'bout me's cool.
I lack both confidence and poise.
I'm frightened by the internet
Where vicious rumors often spread.
There mockery's a constant threat
While thoughts of vengeance fill my head.
The girls and jocks just walk on by.
They're unaware that I exist.
No welcome waves or friendly "Hi."
I'm seventeen and not been kissed.
The popular comprise a clique
Where bolder boys have fun and flirt.
Among my peers, I'm seen as weak,
And girls avoid an introvert.
The meek inherit all the earth.
That's what the Bible verse asserts.
But while alive, we've little worth.
We're targets for disdain and hurts.
Tomorrow's graduation day.
This high school torment will have passed.
When college life gets under way,
I hope for friends and peace at last.
Angel rift star dust
In one hand
The sun
In the other
The moon
In the mind
The earth
In the heart
The space to comprise it all
But I have skimmed the rim of the abyss
Stood on the edge of a ledge and blew it a kiss
Took a dive from so high to enjoy the freefall
Than I stayed for a day in the heart of sheol
I got those streamlined moves timed to avoid the hate
I got those sidelined hooves signed by the eye of fate
I'm dipping diamonds in gold for the souls that you sold
I'm lifting layers of lies from the beats you baptized
Using that haptic magic
Fantastic acoustic
Let the mind drift
The heart combust
Tripping on my angel rift star dust
Stiff pleated fronds in concert rise
to wax under the April sun
and trill their canticles begun
in verses jade that they comprise.
Chartreuse of thorny branches splay
a tumult to belie the grace
that on display they interlace
like rose stems on a breezeless day.
Atop the thatched denuded bole
gush fountains cast in cardamom,
an opalescent diadem
that glistens on the mossy knoll.
In thus exuberant array
do cloistered peacocks mime ballet.
1/20/18
The blood and lapis daylight sets
in ether. How the mind resets
brutality of winter chill
with February's codicil;
what gossamer a dream begets.
I hear the crickets in the dark,
their clicking takes up where the lark
has been. The flagrant marigolds
have huddled into twilight's folds,
on sanguine nightfall to embark.
The eastern zephyrs fall and rise
with rapid movement of my eyes
and echo whispers midnight makes
of blood white trails on moonlit lakes.
In silhouette I recognize
a dogwood, though can only sense
its glowing coral consequence.
The blossoms tell me they comprise
sweet spawn of sun rays in disguise
and capture all my heartbeats hence.
Now honeysuckle is entwined
on crisscrossed pathways of my mind
with jasmine in a potpourri
to conjure shamrock reverie
that leaves the pewter scape behind.
Around the lambent dogwood tree
alone upon that verdant lea
buds can prosper, bees will hum.
As though seduced by opium
I greet a vista I can't see,
at least not quite. I know it's there
and feel the dogwood everywhere,
behind me, flanking left and right,
an omnipresence in the night,
like answers to unconscious prayer.
Now high upon a clovered scarp
the tree is standing clear and sharp.
In silence I see restless blooms
play music that my ear assumes
is chiming dulcet as a harp.
Such Efflorescent star bursts splay
like windmills on a gusty day
that in ebullience do portend
a vibrance that will never end
and all my reticence allay.
In waking to a winter storm
that's February's gelid norm
I long still for my fulgid tree,
resplendence that surrounded me,
but only meet a turbid swarm.
I rise and pull back hermit drapes
to see the torrid flurries traipse,
yet through the chaos can discern
the leafless frame for which I yearn
beyond the window storming scrapes.
The dogwood stands just as before
unclad upon the icy moor
with nascent berries undeterred
as though through humble verse and word
like daylight through an unclosed door.
2/23/18
Strength Thru Adversity
Gregory R. Barden
IT ISN ‘t ME
It is not four score years that I exist
Though calendar and records say it’s so
And I do not comprise this mortal coil
Though it may seem to many and to me
Some say we live one life then candle fades
Or having sat the test must pay the price
To then exist in bliss or endless pain
A curse at least of tedium sans end
I’ll not be limited by tyrant time
Though substance of this form may tell me so
The infinite unchains us from this frame
Releasing untold lives: were and will be
Imagine all the stories we might tell
Inscribed or dramatized for our delight
Adventures and great games to focus mind
And give us purpose to participate
Yes I in here-and-now am what you see
But will not be this for eternity
17 August 2019
Toward my golden years, I’m moving fast
As recollections cherished in my heart
Pass through my mind, those bright threads from my past,
Entwining with the present. It is art!
Such lovely images comprise this fine
Tapestry I’ve woven over time -
Reflecting past or present in each line;
Years coming will complete a life sublime.
from 8/1/2012
Used for Theme 2: Tapestry
Entered Nov. 7, 2021 in the '''T'' Contest, New or Old' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
two feathers, each four inches long -
bought *for a song -
comprise a pair
of rings I wear
rings for my ears, not for my hands,
with silver strands
of beads entwine
my plumes divine!
the dark hue of the feathers goes
with many clothes
and flatters me
in ebony
* "for a song" is slang for "at a bargain price"t
To the devil they bow, soul they defile
In a battle chosen come to defend
An evil incarnate, a pedophile
For this old demon, weakened knees will bend
They pray to their God before sleep each night
Defend an unrighteous man when they rise
Turn away from teachings known to be right
Bow to an idol their votes will comprise
With biblical words, they read from a book
To try and hide unreasonable fault
To serve their new masters which they mistook
Sacred vows to their soul they now insult
To sell your soul for an idol of gold
An old and ancient betrayal foretold
12/7/17 contest People
Nature is the very life-giving globe,
She's galaxy, cosmos and universe;
Kith and kin, like moon and stars, in her throb;
Each creature, like true mother, she does nurse;
Hills, vales, seas and oceans in her immerse...!
She's peerless and paramount in patience,
Dig her; kick her; clip her; crop her; she's calm;
With bits of cooling clouds dwells her presence,
To rains and breeze and streams she's soothing balm;
Shortest grass she protects; and tallest palm...!
None in this world can comprise her beauty,
Beauteous beauties before her charm bend;
She never fails in her rhythmic duty,
Each brokenness of beings she does mend;
Each dooming dominion she does amend...!
12 July 2022
It's All About Three Q's Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Nature
only random densities
comprise the real puzzle
that is the recipe of chance
thoughts that come together
like a mixed pile colony of ants
which retreats and which attracts
when it must to establish what facts
comprise that reality puzzle of the now
conundrum going on and on without an end
in sight of the light house that casts the fractal
shadows we call complex existential reality problems
that are actually no more than one and one is two so what
is the problem that must make do before any obvious solution
may pass through this logic gate and put and end to this circularity
of words that goes on and on forever as the nature of thought without
is to reflect on the abstract or whatever end be in sight or just some notion
Once foretelling portents swam within the
Apogee bath.
Torn wounds in flesh,
unequip the afflicted. Lack.
Unilaterality Undesirables systematically
inspect an overture unto the future.
Incisions.
Indecision.
Discussions.
Decision.
Resolution Found between
Thigh
and
Breast Fat.
We spoke on the old West.
Distain allowed to follow
in
shadows' shoes.
Walk-
from the gravestone tomb,
Talk-
from the cemetery plot.
prefer amnesia, anesthesia, or euthanasia,
the lot.
Apposed to this undying pain,
grief,
return of
disbelief.
A contrite
Sorry resentment
Sodden in maple
Solidity.
Solidarity pushed well past
comprise while
the unconvinced so
remained that,
a sacerdotal yet
antidotal dissenter.
Go on.
Permission to let Pessimism steep in dark tea leaves.
Reverse dove beneath the San Fernando crust.
I comprehend the wind when
your hair dangles ...
is when you say yes
for me !
I comprise the sun when
everything goes off and in darkness,
when i perceive your fiery look
sublimating me!
I understand the rain when
shed your grateful tears
wetting me with emotion!
I realize then that
the storm,
it's just the
most vibrant
manifestation
of our love ...!
Ashoka Chakra is on the flag of our nation.
It symbolizes movement since there is death with stagnation.
Twenty-four spokes comprise the mighty wheel.
They represent the rishis whose knowledge and power were real.
The spokes signify love, courage, patience, and peacefulness.
There is also magnanimity, goodness, faithfulness, and gentleness;
along with selflessness, self-control, self sacrifice, and truthfulness.
Don’t forget righteousness, justice, mercy, and gracefulness;
as well as humility, spiritual knowledge, the fear of God, and empathy.
Finally, there are moral values, spiritual wisdom, the faith or trust, and sympathy.
They are all the virtuous qualities of dharma.
Forever may the flag fly over India.
I thank wikipedia.org for information I obtained to write this poem.