Best Deprived Poems
She looks at him and whispers, "I'm afraid of falling."
He smiles at her and replies, "I'll catch you."
A poem was brewing in my head
like the tea bag in my cup
drowning in roiling water
Ribbons of steam spiraling up
Two sweet verses had been written
Two sugar cubes slowly melting
sweltering in a cup
a dash of cream to cool the tea
My mind lingering on his words
not sure of what I'd heard...ummm
What was it that he'd said ~
"Whoever forges the key to your heart
will be a lucky man."
Were those lines he'd written for a song
or had he composed a melody for me
Was I wrong to lock my heart away
and was he the one who'd forge the key
Had I been denying myself the chance
that love would nourish my craving
I was imprisoned by shattered dreams
a scheme devised to keep me safe
but long deprived of love, I was starving
My tea was cold, but I was told...ummm
What was it that he'd said ~
"Don't be afraid of love happening."
It was a fear I'd come to dread
but when this man held out his hand
I peered fathoms deep into his soul
and gave in to my heart's demand
We feasted through the night
Hunger sated for I'd been fed
the sweetest morsels after fasting
What was it that he'd said ~
"No key did I forge to unlock your heart.
It knew you belonged with me."
It is not tea that fills my cup
I drink from the look in his eyes
I opened my heart and now I thrive
Alive as a candle flame, burning bright
Shattered dreams were swept away
when in my ear I heard him say ~
What was it that he'd said ~
"I love you, darlin'. Come to bed."
I can’t rid of the bags under my eyes
The crowfeet despise, all were lies,
Conjured was an illusion of you
Throughout my groping confusion
evasive, flimsy
A-m-o-r-p-h-i-c, innuendos
I was subjected to your derision
dissing me relentlessly
deriding my appearance,
disparaging my intellect
as I stumbled and fell into the abyss
Mocking doesn’t suit my countenance
My lips desert dry, thirsty, parched
An amazon no longer beats its drum
My buoyant nature now laden with coarsened shroud
Leaving a cardboard moon deprived of its shine
Stars like candles blown out one by one
No use waiting for the rising Sun
The end of world does come,
stopped spinning neath heavy ebon clouds
Expectations unreal
All zeal gone, listless is my spirit
along with my illumination
Now you see me
unmasked in raw anguish
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jowls hang from endless
torment endured
like the drenched and cold, wounded hawk
taken flight, eagle-eyed, a warrioress
more determined and bold, traveling on
with unlimited range
and self-esteemed
This bird,
you
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Everything is not always just black and white
hidden beneath what we think we know
are the blurred version of what is really real
and what we perceive to be real…
Our hopes and dreams might not manifest
in the way we envision them
but somehow between what we wish
and what our faith sets in motion
things that are meant for us are born,
birth from a tomorrow we didn't know existed
Yet,
It will mean the world to us,
if not today maybe the next day…
It's all part of living
between what we thought
is black and white
and what is hidden
beneath the tinted shades
of hopes and dreams
we never knew existed…
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Contest: Inspirational
6th Place
What is the shore without the sea
Aimlessly wondering watery dreams
Deferred desolate depressed empty
Is how I am without love in me
That one true love for which one is blind
Without it there is darkness blackest of times
Is like a blue bird without a heart song
No white wind of romance to carry it on
Without love there is nothing to fight for
No reason to desire life would be a bore
Amethyst art would starve forever more
No apple of the eye to amber adore
Without love music would be dead
The humming of machinery could be heard instead
Humanity would die off no kids born
Feelings would be liability and scorned
Without love I am an empty cocoa shell
With no inspiration no wishing well
No dedication or passion that bleeds
That is what lack of love does to me
I died when you denied our love a chance.
You went on avoiding me, breaking my heart.
Like a pearl locked in an oyster,
You have sealed your heart, barring entry.
What currents flow through your heart?
What eddy churns and gyrates there?
Do the thoughts of our love now linger there?
Does my image, to your mind ever return?
Do you recall how we stood silent beneath the stars?
How we then built an epoch in a glance!
We so blindly loved each other.
Like a phantom I followed you behind.
To you alone my heart as offering I gave.
Never suspected any force would tear us apart.
But how Fate waited swift to smite
And how we had to part in anguish,
Toppling down the sand castles we built,
Leaving a heap of debris behind.
I yearn for what went missing at some point,
Somewhere in the long journey of life.
Now each sunset is a reminder of our touch,
And your laughter rings in my heart as a haunting echo.
I know, there is an ocean between us now.
Yet, desperately I yearn for your embrace.
Do I not deserve a second chance?
I yearn for you, missing so much.
Will you once more open your heart,
That I can enter it and nest within,
To douse all my smouldering pain
Until Death invites us to our grave.
After months, I have gained the courage to ask.
Unless you give a positive response, I am done!
When all the Earth's a bed & all the world's asleep,
When you dream of conquering the world,then shove away the thought & let the unheard alarm go beep, because obviously,big dreams require longer sleep,
When you dim your lights despite the birds chirping outside,
When you concur that sleeping beauty was a beauty obviously because of getting years of beauty sleep, you need it too..
But you refuse to give in,
Till the last receptor of ur brain percepts the last signal,
Till the last lash of your eye meets the eyelid,
Till the last words of the text start appearing hazy,
You won't give in..
Then,you're more than just a student,my friend..
You're much more..
You're the HEROINE of your life.
When all the forces in the universe act like a stimulus to put you to bed,
When the sunrays feel like a burden to your eyes ,& they feel heavy
When you can envisage the cozy embrace of your blanket during the cold,
And that's not all..when that pleasant romantic weather outside is not a reason enough for you to get out of your bed,
But you refuse to give in,
Till the scent of spring justt fails to tempt you,
Till your last temptation can be suppressed,
Till the vigour inside you is still alive,
You won't give in..
Then,you're more than just a student,my friend
You're much more..
You're the heroine of your life.
When the noises around don't matter,
When the constant parental nagging won't bother,
When you refuse all your friends urging you to party,because (let's face it)..people are temporary,sleep is permanent.
When it hurts because your sleep is in a relationship with everyone else but you,you feel jealous..
But you refuse to give in,
Till you're conscious enough to not fall into the toilet,
Till you can hold yourself a stabilised position,
Till you can convince yourself that coffee will help,although it doesn't..
You refuse to give in..
Then you're more than just a student,my friend
You're much more..
You're the heroine of your life.
Slowly he rolls the tyre,
to and fro,
with his pants on,
Laughing with his other
counterparts,
His dirty pants,
Shown in the noon,
Like a rag,
He saw his mother,
And shouted,
Mother!
Where is my father?
Where did he go?
when will he come back?
When will i wear a shirt?
When will i sleep on a bed?
When will there be light?
Where will there be water
from our taps?
When the sun refused to give in to season
Where were you?
Why did you eat poisonous food?
When the wind blew crisis around us
What step did you take?
When religion, race, politics and personality
Gave in to instrument of deprivation
Acceptance was not obscure to view
When relatives, friends, colleagues and neighbours
Stood on the fence
Denial was inevitable
Go l say again go forever
For the vacuum is now filled with unquenchable fire
The seed we share must timely long to see me
I open the ornate gate that takes me to you
as I follow the tree lined path that twists and turns
the sounds of life hush and only bird songs can be heard
I pass headstones old with fading inscriptions some falling over
but the one I seek is newer with a name fresh engraved in cold stone
and then, there it is waiting for me beneath a weeping willow tree
suddenly, I am standing in front of the headstone weeping
for my true love taken from me one snowy cold night
oh my darling, I have been deprived of your love
we had so many plans and dreams that died
at first I was left empty and cried each day
my tears could have filled all the oceans there are
but each time I visited you whispered to me to be strong
and so I reached into my soul and found the courage to go on alone
I found my strength one step at a time - on step at a time
but, my darling there is not a day you are not with me
not a day ever I will forget my one true love
Dear, you have just observed
the surrounding you are in,
now stand to be someone
to cover a thorny path, long far
dear, loneliness is no matter
and if no one helps you
in your difficulties,
if no one sings for you
in your victories,
step ahead with virtues,
keep vices far from you;
Insert your parts in great deeds
for country, world, society
enter for more in humanity
claiming rights for the deprived,
justice for the oppressed,
honour for its proper owner,
stretch hands in need everywhere
you shall need no fight,
you shall be successful in mission
that i can see in your vision,
No matter, go on, even
if no one favours you
you will see definitely,
a page of history
A line of geography
will look for you, sing for you
for those deeds you contributed,
they will feel you in deeds
in their sad and happy moment
though you won't be then
and that is your great achievement,
For, your life is not for you
has been sacrificed for your nation.
Although filled with greens
A land deprived of people
So terrifying
Three-hundred milligrams
Approximately one-hundredth of a fluid ounce
Three-hundred milligrams of water a day, I’d die
Three-hundred milligrams of caffeine after three
I find myself staying up all night
Thinking of you.
What else is there to think of?
How something measured in milligrams
Could have such an effect on my state
Causing me to think in anagrams
Like what my life would be like if we didn’t meet
The letters would all be jumbled
Nonsense, no rhyme or reason.
Maybe I should try to sleep instead of imagining you cheating.
I think of how I’d react if I found you in such a state
But I am well aware that it would never happen
But…
but…
but… if it did
I’d definitely punch you square in the face
Then cry like a child lost in Target
As their most beloved has gone missing.
Even if you left me, you would never really go.
I dream of you once the caffeine wears off
Even if you lived three million miles away
You’d still be here with me
Its as if you have your own special compartment in my brain
Your own chamber in my heart
The impression you have left on my soul could never depart.
I wonder if I have left such a mark.
This poem doesn’t really reek of poetry
Probably because its two in the morning
Three-hundred milligrams still in my system
But I was thinking that if I wrote these caffeine inspired ponderings
Then maybe, just maybe
You’d see how much you mean to me.
Okay, I’m ready to go to sleep. I think…
Deprived (sleep)
The small green light
on the radio dial...
glares at me in the dark.
It is like a lazar light show going off.
I threw it out the next day.
I bought a new one,
and went on my way.
Night came,
and I went to bed.
My head heavy, my body tired.
I turned out the light,
and the red light,
came right on.
It was a giant, glaring sign...
gleaming "No SLEEP"
at me,
you see.
I unplugged the evil box,
and threw it out the window
of the second floor.
Then I shut the door...
and went back to bed,
my head,
heavy... and tired.
I overslept.
Morning sun rays touched the window seal,
and all I could feel was free.
I did not want to work today, anyway.
Displays deepest mind
And a resolute that endeavor
Yet memories were treacherous and sere
Sound of silence startled ear
Disconsolate linger chasten'd more fair
Eclipsing taunting the innocent air
Pale rigid faces leave hollow empty traces
Retrace chains endure
Inspite of time revealed
Vague imprinted dreams
Eternal fame of rushing wings
Dispossess on the waters, cease
Think for once why you lost him, twice why you kissed me
And thrice why you met me – patient how much should I be?
To endure this, pain but as pain and plague at full cry;
Within the borders of this life when everything is just so sly.
To have awoken enamoured and deeply attracted to your charms,
With sincerity and a desire to hold you but in my arms –
But what anguish does it give me hence? And what plight?
The deprivation of finest and divinest kisses of goodnight.
But what pleasure does it give me thus? And what thought?
The deracination from me of the lips that I dearly sought, –
So, what feeling of love so profound can be satisfied fairest,
When you, the lady that I so much love cannot love me best;
‘O who shall love you but as I do?’ I enquire –
And you say, piteously: ‘Everything is up to the Holy Sire!’