Best Culminated Poems
"Sequence of Love"
Love possesses many faces
occurring in romantic places
culminated by embraces ...
Love illuminates the soul
intertwining halves to whole
fulfilling a human, earthly role ...
Love radiates rare quality
increasing to a sweet degree
of everlasting ecstasy ...
Love invades enchantingly
perhaps, appears repeatedly,
but only once, comes sacredly ... eventually ...
Categories:
culminated, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Painfully the heart beats the chest,
Ember of lineal segregation will come out,
And the ripping blaze of fire will engulf,
Communal harmony consummating peaceful coexistence gulf,
Executing ethnicity, caste, creed and religion smithereens.
Patriot’s spirit yields serene backdrops,
Everyone permanently scribbling down the tales,
And if we don’t improve the stories,
Coming generations will be forced to clean up our mess,
Ending up in the question “what is peace?”
Peace is simply forgiveness,
End of hate, war or violence,
Abstinence of using violence to show our emotions,
Calming silence,
Endeavor to have unity in diversity.
Portrayal of Kenya’s flag is peace,
Entailing every magic spell of her climate, history and culture,
Appraised by her quick succession of seasons,
Culminated by the gentle sun and benign rain that softens the mind,
Endorsing peace naturally.
Wishing a peaceful 2017 General Elections in Kenya.
Categories:
culminated, peace,
Form:
Acrostic
My fractured and wounded spirit has wandered off course.
I have relinquished everything to a disreputable source.
In the vessels holding pyres of sacrificial flames
are the ashes and cinders of prodigies without names.
All prospects and promises have culminated to an end.
The sum of production is reduced by a subtrahend.
A dilapidated castle results from wants unsatisfied.
A king is a vagabond with appearance undignified.
Greed and gullibility leaves an unsound foundation.
Adverse conditions have filled me with indignation.
Hopelessness and frustration render anyone with ennui.
Nobody hears the pleas for help coming from me.
If the future is deaf and blind from warnings by the past,
no dynasties and empires can be expected to last.
Addiction to what is believed nectar and ambrosia
can lead a crowned fool to a borderless dystopia.
Categories:
culminated, recovery from...
Form:
Quatrain
“You stiff-necked people, with uncircumcised hearts and ears! You are just like your fathers: You always resist the Holy Spirit! Was there ever a prophet your fathers did not persecute? They even killed those who predicted the coming of the Righteous One. And now you have betrayed and murdered him— you who have received the law that was put into effect through angels but have not obeyed it.”
Acts 7:51-53
All who were sitting in the Sanhedrin looked intently at Stephen, and they saw that his face was like the face of an angel.
Acts 6:15
THE STONING OF STEPHEN
Before Stephen fell asleep, he gave a sermon.
It culminated into a bold accusation t’wards the leaders.
The Sanhedrin, with the high priest, would determine
The fate of this angel-face. They were breeders
Of contempt, accusing God’s man of blasphemy.
They were teeth-gnashers, stuffing their ears with glue,
indignant, jealous, furious. They would rob Stephen’s vitality.
This follower of Jesus is never alone, heaven’s in view:
“Look,” he said, “I see heaven open
and the Son of Man standing
at the right hand of God.”*
Clasping their ears, they rushed at him,
Yelling in full view of the glory of God, not
Seeing nor hearing, choosing their dim
View of life. It was evil they sought.
They snatched him, dragged him out of the city.
Were those chosen stones unearthed from hell?
Upon a saint of God, they took no pity.
They were underneath Satan’s spell.
This favored of God, they could not ignore.
A Sanhedrin bull in full vent with dust and smoke.
Truth will shake powerful men to the core.
Arms and legs like chariot spokes,
The high-horse pretenders lambast
the great orator with great force.
Stephen would soon meet the holy cast
Of forefathers…most importantly life’s source.
Another man is enthralled, also blind
To the goads he’s kicking at. He’s in his heyday,
a young man giving approval to death, the kind
of man Stephen prayed for in this way:
“Lord, do not hold this sin against them.”*
8/8/2021
*Acts (from the Bible)
Categories:
culminated, christian, murder,
Form:
Quatrain
From some week
Nauseous I feel
Last month my period also ceased
I'd gone to Doctor
"You are preggy"
She congratulated me.
A sweet smile ran through my lips
Oh! I was tickled pink
But wait..
Is it any pleasantary?
I'm preggy? So funny it is.
I'm just seventeen
Having no boyfriend
Or any such relationship
Again, she checked
But this time, she was amazed
She ascertained my virginity
Also assured my pregnancy
Spiralled up from blank theory
She culminated "Miracle in my uterine cavity "
I went to the library
turned the pages of biology
Found the term Parthenogenesis
A process in which
Female egg converted into offspring
Without fertilizing it
But this was never seen in human
Maybe I'm the first one -I fathomed
It means I lost virginity in my brain
Which induces the secretion of hormone
& thus all other events made
But with whom? When? & Where?
Suddenly I saw my dreammachine
& everything got clear
That I purchased from the science fair
In which I uploaded, pics of shri Krishn
With whom I spent, my all nights in the Dream
Biologists regarded this
As Super parthenogenesis
After some months or more
I gave birth to a demigod
& my virtual husband is my lord
15March 2018
Poetry contest "Science Fiction"
Sponsored by "Deborah Guenther Beachboard"
Categories:
culminated, birth, child, imagination, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Your lotus like hand resting on my hand
amid the chanting of hymns.....
first ever touch of you
This wedding moment scripted in Heaven
culminated in happy
marriage of two hearts.
© kashinath karmakar
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Placement:HM; (May 2011)
Contest:Any 2,4,6 0r 8 line form
Sponsor:Brian Strand
By:kashinath karmakar (22nd March 2011)
Categories:
culminated, love, wedding
Form:
Kimo
Yellow Letter Pad
In the environs of Kashmir our romance unfurled
As we sat honey eyed in our celestial world
Time had stopped running and lovingly slowed
A year had gone by and our unsurmountable joy glowed
As we held hands in the dim lights of the balcony's corner
Of a our first five star hotel in a celebratory dinner
Overlooking the Dal Lake with hundreds of houseboats brightly lit
Like sparkling stars had descended while I felt the light winds flit
My greek god had proposed to me in a car park a year ago
Till then we had only eyed each other, the future I didn't know
But was always struck by lightning and there was a thunderous tempo
Our families were familiar, but each ran after his own rainbow
The silence was broken when I migrated and stood on my own
I was a voracious letter writer and let the seeds of love be sown
I compelled a man suffering from writer's cramp for penned exchanges
Dried flowers were embossed on my yellow letter pad pages-
They had to be sadly burnt down some while ago
As white ants too had started romancing with them and I had to let it go-
He paid me some outstation visits as we sat by the lake
He regaled me with his anecdotes of his adventures in the army
My knight with his charismatic chauvinism did charm me
A year later I culminated my relationship with my beloved
As promised he took me to the paradise on earth that he just loved
(February 11, 2016
Contest: One Year In Love)
March 20, 2016
Contest: Screwed # 12
Sponsor : Rob Carmack
Categories:
culminated, adventure, celebration, husband, light,
Form:
Rhyme
I thought about you this afternoon,
Just as I usually do when my mind wonders into the past.
I think I saw your face
And I might have heard your voice,
But I know for sure I lived your story.
The story that You wrote for My life,
You know it, you've told it many times I'm sure.
It was normal, just like every other time I thought about it.
The only difference this time, was that I jumped from frame to frame,
Without feeling. I played out each scene sometimes more than twice;
trying to find something deeper than an image in which I stared at you- and you stared beyond me.
But there was nothing.
I felt nothing.
Through my mind's eye I saw, I heard, I smelt, I touched and I tasted
but I felt
nothing.
If emotions had once clouded every thought that had culminated into these things that I called Memories
then at that moment Myself, Your story, and Our story sat side by side in the most frightful state of clarity anyone could ever know.
I think the phone rang.
I snapped out of it.
But the questions remained,
“Why?”
“Was it real?”
“Did I even care?”
I don’t have the answers,
And I don’t think I need them.
For now, I'm happy to let my mind wonder back to you
And feel nothing.
Categories:
culminated, absence, emotions, feelings, heartbreak,
Form:
Free verse
Blemished
She lives with dishonour;
Besmirched
With hate, she’s surrounded
Broken-down
Her fate was thrown into darkness.
She is the mother of evil
A scum-bag of a woman
A lowlife
A rotter
She deserves death;
An eye for an eye.
In response to the mother who abused and starved her one-year-old son until he suffered a ‘horrific’ death, then sobbed about it on Facebook.
Tonika Willoughby, 28, is said to have inflicted appalling and ultimately fatal cruelty on her toddler over an extended period of time, which culminated in his death at her home in Labadieville, Louisiana, on November 9. 2020
A Facebook page that appears to belong to Willoughby
She posted: ‘November 09, 2020, is.
Da worst day of mah life,’ on the day of the toddler’s death.
Categories:
culminated, abuse, anger, angst, slam,
Form:
Free verse
He was there recumbent like a log
Cancer has culminated,prevailing over him
Enfeebled all his shielding apparatuses
Yet spurned to frolic prolongation
Eschewed palliative care ministrations
He detected the vital prognosis was engaged
He had instead to plough money into God's certitude
For he realized HE implements nothing fortuitously
Could he yet afford to acquit himself otherwise
Engage in a battle lost right from the dawn ?
Categories:
culminated, death of a friend,
Form:
Free verse
Meetings part one....A moon is neither a plant nor a weapon so never sit in a washing basket at ninety eight degrees. And a tick tocking plant is available for hop scotch games. Timed over frontiers and available to view in a slip stream. Hang gliding sparrows then. They dive to skies unseen. Whilst horses in cars kick out no fumes as fumes belong to plates of rotting peas in a disorganised kitchen. Speeches from a rhino make the bees tap dance. But when trapping an ant one must place a teaspoon to entice. Moonlit menagerie many monsters moving. *** armament aflame. *** antacid alter *** clandestine cinemas *** luminous .... Meetings part two....Circular wisdom robotic wisdom of a once well fed leaf. Orangutans race across the well placed floors of a once dusty landscapes when acrid moons sip a passing juice of sea bud. The flares from a dome can be found in worldwide chains. But never let it be said that upon mastery of sun chiming the turning flame could alter even the most dormant of chasm. Thus releasing the glows. Ejecting powerfully with great force. In a constant ever increasing united wave. Fathom not a thread. It is to be of great peril. As balance and footsteps are very carefully counted by a nine metre sea slug who buries items if antiquity on a beach. Often during a sandstorm. A reason unsaid is a goblin ghost. Woo woo nightshade collapse. So go paint a plant then. Several sheets of toilet paper are often akin to paperwork in print. Circulating a very stale air. All pop. Yogurt pots are empty. Please do fill yet no film is of the fodder of the diet of royals. And royalties are only marginally accepted by crafting a large diagram of a field to delay deliveries. Justice delivered in a strawberry jam. Strawberries are the wisest fruit. Dance with a heifer, a snake, and a very wise stripy frog. Erogenously placed power porks pickling places potently. When a free bird cackles. As a bud erupts. Volcanic arts in a sky. Xx radiation xx branches *** during dinner dance do *** culminated clapping clam xx and healing hippos plus 48% of a dangling dandelion in a sarong. Xx fashionable. *** dutiful deity. *** horsemen hounds. *** tea sedation *** representation *** oink oink oink b 4 q
Categories:
culminated, animal, anniversary,
Form:
This abysmal agony finally ebbing away from my mind
A grotesque phantasmagoria of spirits in the wind
The duel with death has eventually culminated
The disease that almost ripped me apart has dissipated
Now is my trial to convalesce after my battle
Now I finally find time to balance myself in the saddle
I reminisce the sights, plights and frights
I perspire because the disease almost raped me of my rights.
The sickness has left,presently,wondering
If it afflicts me again and leaves me stuttering
If it does,I can no longer stand the attrition
But be overwhelmed by the infectious apparition
A relapse, I will have to endure,if not death
But if I do die, I will no longer have the desire to loathe
Myself at my lack of strength to fight the parasite
As atrocious as it may sound, it is best to commit suicide!
Categories:
culminated, farewell, me, me,
Form:
Lyric
Just as every tale begins “once upon a time”
His life began the same with an unpredictable character
Where he learnt it from can’t be told, because he was cold
Disappointment was his first name
Anytime he was told about his unreliable character
He behaved like a maniac
He laughed with people but later went round to stab them in the dark
He did not give but always wanted to receive
Everyone was exasperated because of his behavior
Because of his hostility, he became a hustler
It was very difficult for him to preserve his human dignity
His life of hostility culminated in disaster
Just as every tale ends “happily ever after”
His life ended with sorrows and regrets
Categories:
culminated, life, life, life,
Form:
ABC
People crave to belong
We all want to pull together
We hope to get along
We wish to live in harmony with each other
Ideally it would be great if we all got along
In the real world this is but pure hypocracy
We cuss and fight incessantly
We never treat another like a brother
Hatred is not new
We only have a rehashed caustic brew
Of umbrage and petty slights
That cause problems that won’t go out of sight
The world is thus in a great plight
It’s all about acceptance
In this day and age of turmoil
Upheaval
And terrorism
Everyone wants to belong
Belonging is a natural state
Where we can achieve a purpose in life
An individual is naught but
One part of a greater whole
He can only achieve his best
When he is bolstered by another
To live in a world
Where you look in
Rather than participate
Is to be an outsider
A loner
A leper
This is not a life
Most would consider
Stratifications abound
In every aspect of society
Alignment of every criterion holds sway
We naturally have a gravitational attraction
To another of similar ilk
For none of us wish’s to stand alone
Truly no man is an island
We cannot exist without interaction of any kind
We must participate
Working together
For advancement of ourselves
And of society
Enmity has culminated in Great wars been fought
Over who can belong
The aim is to triumph natural selection
A waste of communal talent
Cliques are our shelters
In a world that does not always
Meet our needs
A homogenous environment of people
Creating a physical and mental ghetto
Sowing the roots of genocide
And other inhuman actions
We cannot all be the same
Individuality is good
Let us live together
Accept each other
Advance as one
Categories:
culminated, society,
Form:
Free verse
As a young child I fondly recall
tuning into Desi Arnez and Lucille Ball.
Their chemistry was great and brought
many a guffaw.
Lucy always stumbled in to comical pitfalls,
which culminated in to marital quarrels.
Desi's broken English, always saying,
"Lucy, you got to do some s plaining."
Yet there's nothing funny nor deserving
of a rhyme when one recalls T's presidency
and the rise of hate crimes..
The threats to volunteers who worked at
our polls nor to Mr. Pelosi's tragic hammer blows..
The January 6th attack on our Capitol police,
many still badly traumatized, several now deceased.
Mr. D. Trump has the audacity to want another reigning.
It's time for his MAGA buddies to "do some s plaining."
Categories:
culminated, america, corruption, money, perspective,
Form:
Political Verse