Best Deviate Poems

Scurrying on my way home, a little leaf catches my eye, and I am compelled yet again to slow down.

a whirlwind of thoughts
compete with swaying of trees~
lone leaf on my shoe

I am not sure exactly when my fascination for falling leaves started, there is just...

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Rumi Verse
("I want that love that moved the mountains.
I want that love that split the ocean.
I want that love that made the winds tremble")
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We succumb, collapse, and slide,
But then we rise, ease,...

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A lonely beam of yellow-white light,
carving a curve in the ink of the night,
upon the snow-burdened branches of pine,
standing still guard to the lord of the line.

The icy wind howls in the silence serene,
tempting the light to avert and careen,
off of the timber and iron...

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Why must I feel like this?
After so long a time of
As they say, normalcy.
How strange it would be
Learning that all is odd.
Strange for me to deviate
I need to remediate
To learn again.

What is it I need?
Who knows for sure
How does one know
Something never tried

Now I've cried
Buckets...

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Poets whose hands are tied
     voices silenced
Deviate from issues
     Tragedies that plague our hearts

Others are free to read 
     what appeals to them
Why should we not write
    about concerns with...

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Across the countryside and into the grassland pastures;
inhabits the battle fields that segregate a Peony Rose.
Such as the gentle beauty of the rose that threatens those,
who are drawn to the undisturbed meadows of the divine,
and become caught in the thorn barb and twisted twine.

Coveted by...

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The unpredictable yaw of rolling seas,
as in life pummels us from side to side 
randomly dictating its capricious ways 
lacking logic the tossing grips us and seeks to take our lives    

Death, like the ghost of Christmas past,
comes and expresses a tale...

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                On Faith


       Faith to follow as a blind human instinct,
      not to be analysed, not to be judged...

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The book of one's life has been written 
The paths he has to walk on have been traced
The goals to be achieved have been chosen
The time of completion of the events has been set.

One has just to:

Read carefully and understand the plot of his book
Walk...

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When we went to high school
We’d do best to fit in
And our popularity was measured greatly
By the number of our friends

We dressed up in the fashions
That everyone would wear
And only spent time listening
To the gossip out there

And our thoughts and our values
Would always be in...

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Bharathidasan’s “Pulikku nay enta muulai” (To the Tiger, the Dog knows no safe dwelling!) translated by T. Wignesan 

Bharathidasan (1891-1964) was a self-proclaimed disciple of the eminent Brahmin poet: Cuppiramania Bharathiyar (cf. two poems of his already posted). Born in Pondicherry – a French enclave...

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We strive for the norm.
We don’t dare deviate,
for fear of rejection
from parent, peer, or schoolmate.

If you do, you’ll be labeled
weirdo, kook, or quack.
People may point at you
or talk behind your back.

But what, exactly,
defines normal, anyway?
Is it in the way we look
or in the things we...

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A Wolf...A Lamb...A Wolf

Forgetting myself...started with me
To be sweet, to be quiet...to fit in.
Conformity!
Impress by agreement.  A Lamb I could be.
Convince all my thoughts; 
Copacetic is me

*So it began...
My best thought is, I'm at peace.  I'm content. 
Be positive!   I can...

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I found you there an early morning
The shimmering rays update nature
So everything in the park would be pink and yellow
From spray smell of honeysuckle
With full water among the rocks in churned
Regardless of where we can explore the passion of love
Sitting in shade of trees
In a...

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I just took a moment from my converse with the clouds, the elite of the sky
To relate the with the lay, at my feet
To ascertain the state of things

Oh mortal! How goes thy fate this late?
What fills thy weight with spite?

Ah, I see
It’s in the...

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