Best Din Poems
in the din of the night
in the fast fading light
men will sleep the sleep of the dead
with a graveled grave as their bed
sightless eyes sewn tight
in the din of the night
and no one will grieve
even those who believe
in the soul's final fall
which takes one and all
no matter the strength of the fight
in the din of the night
let no man assume,
in the gray empty gloom,
pale angels will sing
joyous tidings they bring
to the absence of sight
in the din of the night
as the dust of the earth blows wild in the wind
the silence of death in darkness has grinned
while the sun's golden rays
have numbered the days
of men who lie contrite
in the din of the night
philosophers fiddle and shout
what piety will bring about
but the dead cannot hear
the philosopher's fear
his words but a withering blight
in the din of the night
in the din of the night
in the fast fading light
in tattered torn shrouds
below the sparse crowds
man searches for light
in the din of the night
Categories:
din, death,
Form:
Rhyme
How does part of the world leave the world, how can wetness leave water
don't try to put out a fire by throwing on more fire, don't wash a wound with blood
No matter how fast you run, your shadow more than keeps up, sometimes its in front
Only full overhead sun diminishes your shadow, but that shadow has been serving you
What hurts you blesses you, darkness is your candle, your boundaries are your quest
I could explain this, but it would break the glass cover on your heart.
You must have shadow and light source both. Listen, and lay your head
under the tree of awe. When from that tree feathers and wings sprout on your soul
be quieter than a dove. Don't open your mouth for even a COOOO.
By: Jalal Ad-Din Rumi
Recited by: Mystic Rose Jan 15, 2023
Categories:
din, appreciation, poets,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Achhe din k dekho haal,
140 k par h daal
chhote to the hi kangal
bre- bre v hue badhaal
pyaj ka mt puchho haal
assi tk pahuchi filhaal
dhaniya mirchi ki ye uchhal
chatni v ho gyi janjal
karj se ujri chamri khaal
kisan latak gye fanda dal
bijli pani se hr koi behal
Adhani Ambani malamal
America China Nepal
sirf ghum rha h natwarlal
kale dhan ki batein tal
sb pr chupi ka parda dal
vyapam raja lalit ghotala
aesh kre chokri chandal
kon sunega ye sb haal
neta hue gende ki khaal
janta ka ab kise khyal
kre jhute wade feku lal.
# Feku PM
Categories:
din, anger, political,
Form:
Rhyme
In the heat of a passionate encounter
Do you ever stop and think
“Wonder what's for din-din?”
Seems all our thoughts and energy
Are devoted to the task at hand, so to speak
So much so that it feels like our head will explode
Then that indescribable moment
When the trumpets blow
And a band of angels start singing, “Hallelujah!”
Are we interested in who won the big game last night
Or the political situation in Kazakhstan
Well I can surely tell you here and now
Because at that indescribably moment of joy
I REALLY don't give a poop!
The building could come collapsing down around me
I'm intent on finishing what I started
Come hell or high water
Did you ever stop and wonder
What's for din-din tonight?
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
din, humorous,
Form:
Narrative
In the heat of a passionate encounter
Do you ever stop and think
“Wonder what's for din-din?”
Seems all our thoughts and energy
Are devoted to the task at hand, so to speak
So much so that it feels like our head will explode
Then that indescribable moment
When the trumpets blow
And a band of angels start singing, “Hallelujah!”
Are we interested in who won the big game last night
Or the political situation in Kazakhstan
Well I can surely tell you here and now
Because at that indescribable moment of joy
I REALLY don't give a poop!
The building could come crashing down around me
I'm intent on finishing what I started
Come hell or high water
Did you ever stop and wonder
What's for din-din tonight?
Categories:
din, joy,
Form:
Narrative
Mankind.
Such a fragile thing.
Spending our days to find immortalised legend and fame.
We hide ancient desires: a primal roar of fury.
To walk in the smouldering fires of lust, murder and revenge.
A cry which echoes in the throes of time, an insatiable appetite for conflict.
Wars arranged, soldiers armed, hatred preached.
Love ferociously betrayed, decency executed, havoc wreaked.
Tap into human nature, the beast is unleashed.
Yes, love and peace make us feel warm inside… for a while.
Then comes the rising din of our flaw.
It always starts with one.
Innocence taken, anger awakens.
It’s a ripple.
Our minds cannot resist the lure of a cause.
Only to become ‘humane’ by sweeping blood off the floors.
Categories:
din, addiction, anger, conflict, desire,
Form:
though your actions speak loudly,
I can't hear a thing
beneath the deafening din of your intentions.
If it's true of beauty, that it comes from within
then, it's that which you wager from holding it in.
confounded, I struggle to grasp how this happened
to the heart that once made you feel love ever-lasting
the same one that made you ashamed for your actions,
then stifled regret
and placed blame in it's absence
Categories:
din, betrayal, break up, conflict,
Form:
Lyric
wrt ptry fr yrslf nd fr n-ne ls nt vn gd
Categories:
din, on writing and words
Form:
Free verse
things to remember
things to forget
that's what she couldn't
get out of her head
smashing her skull
attempting to cull
the murder of hecklers
their million black feathers
slicing her soul to shreds
Categories:
din, mental illness,
Form:
Rhyme
The data is coming.' From the past three years
Its bright and cheerful, dispelling many fears
Much false info, falls by the way.' Reality in this
Land has plenty to say.' They are free of covid
Less than 19 dead today that is ' what path did
They travel the fear load to shed? I think they
Were the lightest hit? Throughout the world yes
No 'b s' I mean thats just it.! Lets add Bulgaria
A jabless land, seens like not planning for a
Disaster, was the winning hand ? So no doom
Sayers, equals an even keel ' no fuss no bother
No death count unreal.' I don't do balony even
My polony i check, I hear some sausages are
In it well over the neck.!
Categories:
din, 12th grade, drug, education,
Form:
Rhyme
I am but a living corpse,
Emaciated and flogged horse.
See no light at the end of the tunnel,
Seek poetry as a channel to funnel.
Slogging all my life for everyone but me,
Such a painful responsibility you see.
Lady luck even refuses to give an appointment,
Lament do I in deep disappointment.
Death is not a solution,
Don't let cowardice get from me ammunition.
Need to look deep within,
Need to find silence in the din.
Categories:
din, courage,
Form:
Ballad
A party was held for wife swapping
But so many bellies were flopping
The wives searched in vain
For something to gain
As any big deal spurs thrift shopping!
Categories:
din, humor,
Form:
Limerick
The Christmas Season (Away From the Din)
The punctuation of Winter’s drear,
Most people turn to wishing cheer,
Tradition, plays, and carols ring,
Alone behind doors, alone some sing.
Memories so intensified,
Piling one on one near deified,
If there is a sad memory left in the mind,
It is side by side with a brand new kind.
Hill and dale, rising and falling, side to side,
The mind between symbols on a crescendo ride,
Where is that peace we so long to know,
Standing under the mistletoe.
In the quiet, under stars, away from the din,
Cold and silent, I will let our Savior in,
His purity, his love, no cross for the moment,
He will infuse me if I, too, be still and silent.
Categories:
din, christmas, encouraging, faith,
Form:
Quatrain
The din has become too much
It has taken over my head
It has taken over my thoughts
The din, it swirls around my world
Filling in the spaces in between
It's chaotic, loud confusing
The din flies about my head
Like a fly
Buzzing, swooping, a nuisance
I need the quiet
I need the softness
Back in my soul
I need the wholesomeness
White
Peacefulness of the quiet
It nees to blanket me
Once again
I need to hear me again
I need to hear my song
In my head
No more din
Banish din
And find myself again
Categories:
din, peace
Form:
“Ah, the din,
How could one not love
the robust ramblings of humanity?”
Families full, ripe, rotund,
fostering love amongst the feast,
the forage sublime.
Babies squeal.
Mom’s scold.
Dad’s strut, so proud, so bold.
Ah, the din of happy times,
times of feast and fellowship sublime.
Ah, how food makes love shine!
Categories:
din, caregiving, childhood, family, happinesslove,
Form:
Free verse