Best Conceive Poems
You lay down with a man
For the very first time
Unknowingly conceive a child
That will soon die
And now you can’t figure out why
You didn’t make him wear protection
So you wouldn’t end up pregnant
And to save your body from infection
Now this child who deserved a chance
Will die before become a fetus
You could have taken care of that child
Or given it to family you could trust
But this one night
Of infatuation and lust
Brought about unplanned pregnancy
But you choose not to
Face up to your responsibility
You go and abort this child
Without thinking twice
But you know in your heart
That its just not right
You’re only sixteen
But what does that mean?
You were old enough to spread your legs
And old enough to have a man in your bed
But can’t take care of a child
You had without being wed
So because of your naïve childish ways
Your baby never got to see
The light of one day
The Dream.
It is bigger than me.
It has to be,
So that I may see
Where I am going
And where I have been
And what I must do
To dream again.
The Vision.
It is far and near;
Not fully defined,
But very clear.
Just out of reach;
Within my grasp.
I must look to the future,
Not stay in the past.
The Gift.
It is my reward for living,
For moving forward,
Taking and giving.
Keep my eyes on my goals.
Make it a habit.
The dream is mine.
I will have it!
Living is inconceivable to me
As everything I try to understand
Defies no matter what the theories grand
Conceiving is the possibility.
Consider somewhat rather than no thing
Impossible quagmire, a paradox.
Can nothing not be? Thus the mental shock!
Rancour riles the mind. Occlusion to bring?
Existence racing towards the blackest wall
Oblivion ; alas I remember
All time before; nothing charcoaled ember
Have I created all that I recall?
And in the end the dreaded question why?
The question at all costs avoid - I try.
Sometimes waves fall in love,
or their swells are just filled with
lustful hormones
Communication is minimal,
they pass by, and instantly
couple together with such fluidity.
(Little do they know the moon set them up)
Then they flirt.
Their swells rub up against each other, seductively teasing.
Skies turn dark as the clouds gather to
watch from above.
Some seagulls hear the rumors and follow
the clouds. Circling above, observing.
God, from all her excitement, sends an applauding
thunder, followed by anxious lightning
She builds up the minds out of mere impatience,
causing the seagulls to scream from fear
Then suddenly the waves become tired of the teases,
And they thrash at each other with pure Passion!
The seagulls become confused
They expected a lovefest
not a bloody duel
The cowardice birds fly away in search of an aphrodisiac to heal their disappointment
The waves continue brutally beating each other out of love
Such Passion filled violence shocks the clouds and even God herself,
they disperse, and the exciting winds cease
And then the waves just lay together, cuddling gently
as they’re shifted towards the shore.
Spread unto the sand they die holding hands
as the Sun peeks through
the fleeing clouds,
forever unaware of the Passion love that just occurred under its golden stained mane.
He who said what the mind can conceive
The same can ably achieve
Was not only right but also in touch with the Creator
Who all endowments has given the human mind,
That nothing could function better
And none that can find.
How easy to conceive!
How then easy to achieve!
These are one and the same,
Both equally easy to attain;
Just like affluence and fame,
Neither can exist devoid of the other's grain!
I conceive poetry as
possibility of disarming fools,
putting health masks on them...
To wash the hands of the impure,
put a stop to the negativity...
Believing more in God and science
that God teaches...
Poetry to be a perennial vaccine
against malice and cretin..
holy app to protect
who suffers protecting life...
Poetry to argue with the stars,
to eliminate ignorance, decrease
the excess of pretending...
Accumulate saps of good practices
unravel hidden mysteries...
Expose the truth of the expansion of the universes
reveal the secret of the aurora borealis
and find the compass rose...
make poetry only with
affection, sweetness and kisses...
Create dreamy sonnets
with pure metaphors and do
verses whatever
just of pleasure and delirium...
focused poetry only
for the love that comes to be
the final solution of eternity
of life... !
The arrow points the way to heaven up above
It is part of God's gift this mission of love
We all need a direction to go with our lives,
There's no better way, there's no compromise
The first step is Jesus as he points the way
It is by his example that we should live each day
He died on the cross so that we can try harder,
To learn of God's wisdom and to love one another
We next must believe with all of our heart,
In God's ultimate goal and our important part
He loves each one of us for what the bible says is true,
But to love and believe in yourself is entirely up to you
As our love grows for what life has to bestow
It should become quite evident what God wants us to know
That the glory of loving others and caring for our fellow man
Is to love almighty God and to carry out his supreme plan
These steps are all necessary for a life ever after
So keep them in mind as you begin your next chapter
We all will falter on our way to the top,
But it's so very important to keep loving and to never stop.
Rabidity quietness as a lamb
noisy soft as the wind
always climbing noble feelings
it's my normal procedure...
Loving as a sweet word,
giving further than receiving
believing the real word
and in the final promise of light...
Seeking the truth of life
learning the meaning of the blessing
bearing heart light as a dove
believing in universal peace...
Innovating as an action of faith
waiting with immense love
the word of the Lord,
living to unite humanity
handing out cheerful roses
to hearts in God,
that's the way I conceive, live and am... !
Be filled with joy and fun filming to translate
Victor Ifeoma's years ahead into realistic good fate
Come on;
Conceive the seeds of existence
in alphabet by alphabet;
Spread it all
In the grain field of the sentence;
In the veins of a great-time
Give birth to immortal poetry
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
27/10/2021
Conceive and Create:
This is not an issue I wish to debate, because since day 1 my pen has been on page 1 and I still cannot relay my case, yet the facts sit staring me straight in the face. So, I embrace my fate.
I’m a scholastic bastard! Though I know my father; he never took the steps to help progress me farther.
What’s hard is, “this is the life we live!” And we will eventually die physically with the images we see through our eyes.
Time Flies!
What we choose to do with time can either maximize our minds or be used to destroy mankind. That is a very thin line.
Since birth I chose the grind. From big city to little towns; I’ve been around a lot of white and many browns and through 30 rounds I have found the search for your crown has a lot to do with your crowd.
We are what we eat! No, I see it as we are what we perceive to be. I was taught by the streets but intuition told me this has to cease.
So, I desist. I smashed through the wall of subliminal B.S.
No need for christ’s second coming when we know source resides within! I have a lot pride but real grown men cry. Through all this twisted turmoil in my life, I can always see the light. It’s bright!
To reincarnate means: to bring NEW LIFE. So I know we are going to be alright!
The most we conceive
and we dig deeper,
in the knowledge of the good,
most fit we are,
to create a
superior upper world !