Best Damped Poems
A person who feels about others
And speaks on their circumstances
And offers a better suggesions
To improve the damped system
To add fundamentalistic solutions
To delete opportunism aspects
To develop everyone’s share
To approach everyone’s contribution
To maintain progress and prosperity
To build a civil agenda to enjoy
Without any prejudice barrier
For our human dignity and regard
To differenciate humanism and animalism
To learn about patience and respect
To discuss a topic of learning
A natural behaviour and sophisticated
Developing approaches at same time
To recover the positive and negativeness
To establish distinctions of values
To identify a usefull and useless motives
To live with peace and satisfaction
To encourage further preparations
To secure and safe future
For beyond from newborn buddies
To provide good tools to develop
To understand a constructive problems
To dissolve wastage of recycling
To save extra energy for dangers
To refine pregressive thoughts
To share his doubts and gains
For a better carriage
Is known as a political person?
How do you feel to listen others?
Satisfaction is a matter for all.
Back of my heart I yearn
Even for a glimpse of your shadow returns
It is being long past years since we met last
I am on one side and you’re on the other the world vast.
I was sixteen and you were eighteen I think
Every morning you pass our lane your bicycle bell rings
With my pony tail waggling I run to the gate to see your smile
For me it was worth one’s while
Some days you bravely ring our bell, study notes to my brother
Or call him to play cricket in the field not farther
I knew these crafty tricks played to see my face behind the wall
No matter what, your visits never fail during the holidays fall.
I still remember the day the first pimple sprouted on my face
The day you planted a kiss on my left cheek in such haste
That was real fast no time to see my blush
Paddled back your bicycle in sixty miles per hour rush
You won a scholarship and had to leave to some country far
The very first love note with a rose bud the maid brought so fast
“Please wait for me I promise to marry you sooner I return”
My eyes damped and my cheeks flushed could I wait until he returns.
Time passed on so many hills I marched
I am a mother of two boys and you are a father of three girls I heard.
Our lives go on in two different casts.
You are on one side and I am on the other this world vast .
I still yearn even for a glimpse of your shadow returns
MY TREE - IT SHALL SURVIVE
Beside the Kinta River still it stands
Colossus of the primal forest panoply
Residing native of the fecund land
It’s limbs supporting graceful arcing canopy
A wondrous teeming aerial village live
It shall survive
A plume of smoke in still cool morning air
Warned of a threat to life of our dear friend
I dragged back fire and damped consuming flames
From perilled home of copious verdant life
Reprieved to face more challenges, and strive
It shall survive
Bearing scars, endured with grace of old patrician
Looking on unchanged, while all around contrive
‘til once more needing care of a passing physician
It shall survive
Each time I pass that way, I muse as I see
With warm complacent notion : ‘That’s my tree!’
13 September 2019
Writing Challenge 2, September 2019 - The Photograph
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Blame was burning in her eyes,
Flames were screaming out of head,
Tongue was a piece of flash,
But heart was pumping fast.
Body was lying on a bed,
Night was cuddling with her,
Dreams were scattering fast,
But she was helpless to touch them.
How can she stop someone’s mouth?
What had she done so wrong?
Her welcoming steps were weeping,
And crying for her coming home.
Father was ill and mother was old,
Husband was drunkard and idle,
When comes late at night,
Demand’s money from her family.
She thought to kill herself,
But her little child climbed to her feet,
Her jumping fire fell into a pool of tears,
And her feelings were damped.
Suddenly her husband came home,
And started to kicking her badly,
Her mouth starts to bleed,
And she fell down and crying with pain.
Child was only eight and watching quietly,
His father was lying on a bed,
He stabbed a knife in his chest,
Sun was arising and he was playing in dust.
scrupulous maid
content, playful face
balanced poverty
ultramarine touch
bread baked right
blushing thoughts
rolled up sleeves
neglected arms
damped window
agreeable fate
The year my dad left for heaven
My mother made a valentine.
She decked and turned it into a pleasant one
making it for her special love divine
She looked at it as a devotee consigned.
She damped it with kisses sublime.
Then she cut its middle of the heart
and placed her photo in a slit with a rhyming
quintain and she wove a red ribbon smartly
I could thus easily read her wishes partly
“Love you dear, I’m happy to be your wife
To me you’re like a rock through bad times
Your love has blessed me blissful life
To me you're my cascade in all the good times
Waiting and wishing with you to reunite”
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January 28, 2015
Form : Quintain (English)
Contest: Magic kisses and Valentine wishes
awakes, striding seamlessly towards the
trajectory of daybreak. Abed, passionately
attended by orectic thoughts; of whom
early on was created from man’s thoracic cage.
~Envisages;~
Without the least trace of compunction; exfoliating the
Saccharine damped canal with the tongue. Combined oils
and aroma lingers on the lips. Though the stiffened, unbridled,
solid thick muscle would supersede the tongue as the
warm tightened canal adjusts to its width inextricably.
~Pausing~
Waterfalls pouring profusely
Eyes trudge backwards
to that of yesterday
Fingers ascendant
to the nearest limb.
Digits of the foot holding forth
discourse with the sun.
~Orgasms~
Simultaneously
In due course.
Garnished bed linens
Accompanied by
Whitish fluid
~P-H-A-N-T-A-S-M-A-G-O-R-I-A~
"1st Pace Winner"
Contest Name: Best Descriptive Poem
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
How else can a mortal envisage your greatness
if not through the envy of the majestic existence
of the cedar of Lebanon?
Your lofty height is damped in shady foliage
And beautiful branches multiplying with long boughs
Underground springs direct their rivers
all around the place where you’re planted
making you greater than all the trees in the field.
Thick and solid, wider and commanding,
strong and bold, gigantic and forever young
even the general shermann giant sequoia
bows to your simple intimidation
All the birds of the sky will nest in your branches
all the animals of the field will give birth beneath your boughs
and your shade will create a means of livelihood to great nations
The beauty of your greatness extends to the height of your limbs
and your roots extending to abundant waters.
Behold! Not even the cedars in God’s garden rival you
nor the pine Trees compare to your branches.
Also the plane ones, matching your trunk
b'cos out of you, the coals of life would be burned
And a better existence accurately circumcised.
Was it a fantasy?
Seashore breeze on caught
Live on a dream
Did I slept yesterday?
'Cause the view was stunned
Stunned in Bali
Was it just fantastic?
Footprints on damped sand
Welcoming peace
Can I just be extend?
Bali is too great
But I leave soon
It's absurd to think we're surrounded by love
Children shed tears, malnourished and maltreated,
Men go to war, fight, and die without justice,
Women are dejected by society, bounded by clothes of a prostitute.
It's absurd to think we even have laws
Murderer at every corner, masked by innocent skin,
Debauchery spearheaded by the government,
Unblemished souls sat quietly at their cage.
It's absurd to think that legacies will last forever.
While memories fade, people forget,
Papers scorched by fire, books damped by rain,
My voice last only to be an echo, then into oblivion.
It's absurd to think of what is true
If we believe only what's naked to the eye,
Or refuse to believe at all, taking refuge,
In nightmares and dreams, in hallucinations and illusions.
It’s absurd to think that everything is impossible
When black and white are already a color,
When only paper flowers are given between lovers,
When children burden everyday labor, and adults, their leisure.
It’s absurd to think of tangible dreams
When these dreams are achieved with only temporary dreams,
When life is here, death will come, and in the end
We’ll wake walking through pavements of broken dreams
It's absurd to think the idea of normal and success
If fools believe they're wise, and the wise, a fool
When success uses blood as money and flesh as steppingstones
Drench in our natural insanity. I truly believe in absurdism
~~ Sorry for this, I feel like that it's still so incomplete.
And that it's too.....WORDY
Guys, I'm 14
The morning arrived quickly
like some destined death at sunrise
this means its time to go
Across town to our morning job
waiting for us like the patient spider
I swear to you I didn't see him
standing there at first
cloaked behind an umbrella of darkness
his eyes layed upon me like great weight
on my shoulders; feeling his motives knowing
what comes next.
We got him first
the guard I mean
the latest stun g-- helps
he fell face first unto the damped
concrete.
We got away.
Copyright 2009 By Diiamond Rich
To whom it may concern,
For time will surely tell,
I write to my loved ones
To say that I am well.
I scarcely can recall
A time more I content,
Than here amongst my friends
With time more wisely spent.
The rooming here is quaint,
In truth, a little cramped.
Likewise, harsh April rains
Make all my walls feel damped.
The silence, although grave,
Does make for better sleep.
Yet, every passing day
More neighbors moan and weep.
I hope to see you soon,
Perhaps within the year.
For winters cold and stiff
Are awfully lonely here.
Until we meet again,
I wish you all the best.
For my death after all
Is quite the restless test.
Soup kitchens,
holed shoes, torned pocket
Shared bed,
stenched wall, damped floor
City siren,
whispering ally, neon glare
Brown bag,
trembling hand, goosed skin
Silked lined crombie,
blackened nails, matted hair
Stray dog,
molded bread, scavanged bin
Lost lust,
torn soul, wretched hope
Dedicated to "Boxcar Brian"
Chilled wind in the *metro wheezed louder, shattered
The eyes and damped skin. Thistles and grass blades
washed by gaping teeth and drenched. Haggard,
we were troubled by piles of birds waylaid.
It is frost moment once more , frost moment
all along. The moon grew old too soon, bawling
through a crummy *playlist of blues’ songs
Like frail bowl torn. *Hunk of a wind ruled the scene.
It rode far into the dark sky’s legion, an energy
Fierce as tail whipping oaks and fallen spires
To wager a fight. Amidst a team of man and Luna,
Wild stomps of thrill reeled, and then called a ceasefire.
In gentle deed , it *gassed up fresh clouds to open
With pleasure. As if, in the wheeze, nothing ever happened.
~ nature ~
Contest of Cyndi Mac Millan
Timeless Yet Contemporary, A Sonnet Thang
By nette onclaud
Imagine…
A family sitting in a living room; the living room made of sofas and chairs
The sofas told a tale of antiques; never a complexion, even to the brain’s follicles of hair
Her grandfather, and other members of the family sat there;
laughing; nourishing the air
There she sat, opposite to her grandfather’s left side
She looked at him, at his laugh, and smiled
Everyone around them seemed to be damped with fog;
nothing was seen except; herself, her grandfather, and a picture that seemed unprepared to
trod
Her grandfather held that picture and saw his grandson
Immédiatement*, he smiled and admired the photo’s photon
She then spoke and told her grandfather that his grandson has now grown;
thus calling his grandson to come; to be shown
There, his grandson arrived, and his grandfather held him in his hands and placed him on his
laps
It was a beautiful scene without any empty gaps
But then, she noticed her grandfather didn’t look at her;
it was as if she was out of the picture…
It was then she realized like she was talking to him, but he didn't hear her...
It was then she noticed that it was a dream within a dream...
She had seen her grandfather when she was three
But now, she misses him a great deal…
‘May you rest in peace’
*Immédiatement: Immediately