Best Conjoint Poems

Sea
Is full of majesty
Person picks up seashell from the sea
To listen to ballad of the sea

The duns are covered by sea holy 
The seashell song is of destiny
It unveils the soul of the sea
And persons own soul aches listening to its beauty

Above the sea sunset...

Continue reading...

Days were I have chains on my ankles,
I moan and groan because I don't have a key.
Today I embraced the work Jesus did on the cross,
and now it makes sense that you can be free.

I remember I used to be like Adam, sitting through services...

Continue reading...

Moon shines with silvery light
To the eye it is delight
But when moon will turn red
Does it mean someone will be dead?

Wolf has fire in his eyes
So does the falcon diving from the skies
Every action 
Has like and opposite reaction

We all need to survive
Sometimes it is...

Continue reading...

One of the beautiful things about Siberia it is a sea of grass
Like purple color of the soul Roth grass
And flowers like Siberian corydalis hides in the grass
The surreal beauty of flowers sends its divine fragrance through the ocean of grass

The grass covers the endless...

Continue reading...

I cannot stop grieving this loss
A line of healing, I must cross
Nature has highlighted my life
Wildlife has fled and caused such strife

I never knew what it was like
Empty skies without birds, now strike
Squirrel are not around at all here
Walnuts untouched, I shed a tear

Silence, no...

Continue reading...

Magnificent Alexandra bird wing butterfly spirit can console
He himself is like a painting of a soul
But this is not just a butterfly its beauty to extol
With its colors representing spirits full rigmarole 

The mathematical nirvana is the fuel for the trip
To the neural flame’s vision...

Continue reading...

Taking into account; the Poeter's quip
Shant it be unfurled to reveal thine
Penned and newly coined path of authorship 
Paying out the Poeter’s plumb line

Veering from the course 
Plotting new wave points 
Carting the next rhyme before the horse
Beginning each line with the next conjoint 

Taking...

Continue reading...

Soft hills roll endlessly through the expanse
To the north lights of aurora borealis will dance
The castles on the hills the view will enhance
 Sun’s orange glow seems to dry the tears of the sky as west it will advance

The sunset turns from orange hue
To blend...

Continue reading...

Behind old church
Just couple of minutes of march 
 Beyond the back stairs that lead to the church
Sometimes looking up at the rainbow of time forming an arch

Between where the church and the castle stands on a hill
There is a place where time stands still
Place...

Continue reading...

His skill
Is far beyond surreal
His face is covered by mask of steel 
He is an angel of horizon will

But even if horizon is his reflection to it he has no reference point
By the greatest power he is anoint
He is definition of sublime from every view...

Continue reading...

Mathematical nirvana is the key
To every abyss in all its majesty
The logic in its synchronic beauty
It is the key to doors of destiny

The ultimate consciousness has only one reference point
With minimum of being conscious and ultimate it is conjoint
Because base opens doors to abyss it...

Continue reading...

The endless horizon above the law less world
Swoops down like through the air cuts a sword
By no resistance of any kind it is impearled 
It is free and line between possible and impossible is blurred 

The abyss to anything earthly has no reference point
Yet at...

Continue reading...

Haven't the brains of beings fractioned into lobes various?
The hearts of creatures have dissections multifarious;
My physique and psyche got several separations,
Like a train or a shelf, yet, these have conjoint relations...!

Classifications and categorizations are good,
If, like good deeds, they're optimistically understood;
Like roots, shoots, and fruits,...

Continue reading...

VANISHING POINT

Does the end of life explode in a blaze of glory
Or constantly diminish toward a distant point
With few left interested in hearing one’s story

And the absence of future days will disappoint
The prospect never considered in one’s youth
As today and tomorrow seemed to be conjoint

I...

Continue reading...