Best Dins Poems
A warring god of wind storms and lightening,
Rudra, rough looking, well built, braided hair
Golden in color, of firm limbs widening
With streaks of lightening and fearful blares
Making nervous with fear all the beings.
But caters medicines to the world with care
The wind God is the breath bringer to all
Perfumes, caresses and senses at his call.
Rudra sired his wife Deeti with a son
Deeti vowed to keep him in her womb for more years
Letting the child be more and more brawny one.
Indra, the chief deity of heaven, out of fear,
Entered her womb and chopped him with passion
But pieces so strong reformed into numbers.
They were named as Maruts, varied Gods of wind
Who lash the world from end to end with great dins.
They are progeny of Rudra, the bulls of heaven,
Radiant in serried rank free from spots and stains
Who drench the earth with heavy rains uneven.
No one know from where they take shape and rain
Spreading forth darkness during the day time even.
Bring health and wealth in noisy way, but veterans.
*"The winds of God’s grace are always blowing
It is left to us how to set the sails flowing."
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*Rudra, Maruts and Deeti are characters in Hindu Mythology*
* Inspired by a quote
December 21, 2014
Third Place win
Form: Ottava Rima - Rhyme Scheme abababcc, dededeff, ghghghii
Sources : Wikipedia - hinduwebsites
Categories:
dins, god, mythology, wind,
Form:
Ottava rima
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In this wood, great trees have grown
Deep in seats of sand and stone,
steeped in creeks of Pan's cologne,
each his sweeping brother's clone
From the score of seeds I've sown
in this wood, great trees have grown
And of glories father's own,
none's seen more than those I've known
Alto dins of summer flown,
fall begins her tenor moan
In this wood, great trees have grown
tall with winter's baritone
Life bestows no chaperone,
each must toe his line alone
At it's close, let mine have shown,
in this wood, great trees have grown
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Categories:
dins, dad, life, tree,
Form:
Quatern
Descending eyes piercing the starry nights
Deeper yet, unto hearts of men
Crossing thresholds shattered darkness
Behold, the fallen angels unbeknown to sin
That of weakest appetites malign
As heaven's tears spilling city streets
In futility cleanse what's evil-wise
From beneath, us vagabonds of broken wings
Empty rooms loneliness desperately
Weary hearts for yearning error in love
Far off stares and blank faces, harrow in oasis
And inspirations forgotten, never peering up
Divine light cease upon closing heart
Earthly flesh feeding frenzies
To another piece of faith withdrawn
Humanity continues on and spirituality dies ending
Some pretentious fly toward false sanctuary
Never escaping whispers, persecutions within
Hissings soft, but brimstone in our heads
Countless fallen angels iniquitous deprivation dins
"Criers" define us as the times most desperate
"God, forgive us, please" hollow words that we pray
"The wicked must be punished" God's eternal now and tomorrow
His arms outstretched further still but, where are we today
Categories:
dins, faith, fear, forgiveness, funeral,
Form:
Rhyme
THE WEEPING WILLOW TREE
Listen to the weeping willow weep, its cries echo against the
Mountain sides, gentle is she the long lashed Spanish moss,
Whom tenderly wipes away the each tear drop as they fall?
Oh so softly mother winds caresses this timber child of the
Wilderness, speaks ever so delicately hush now, everything
Will be alright, in the swaying breeze doesn’t nature rock this
Wood land spirit, lulling it to sleeps dreamy embrace of
Everlasting beauty!
Beneath the nights quilted blanket of darkness, the winking
Stars of twilight watch over she, the weeping willow tree,
Shinning nay not too brightly, as not to awaken the cradled
Startling nestled within the forest nursery, hush now
These sky beings softly whisper!
The nearby babbling brook falls almost into a silent stillness,
Crackling against the rocky rapids in smooth waves of
Tranquility's peaceful motions!
The pine giants spread out their forest canopy umbrella’s above,
To comfort this newly planted forest child, beneath their ancient
Evergreen wings of grace!
Along the alpine mountain sides, the sunrises warmth baths
The wild flowers within the dawn’s awakening rays, trickling
Downwards in a golden cascade slowly, ever gently whispering
It’s time to arise unto a new day!
The creatures stir within their sleeping dins, drinking deeply
From the morning dews refreshing crisp autumn air,
As the first sounds of forest wilds sweep across the
Green valley floor, announcing to begin life renewed
Once more!
Retracing shadows of the night fold inwardly within
The hallows deepest depth, and the moon yawns
With a slumbering goodnight's farewell, until sunsets
Finally bidding calls upon him again, this ancient
Timeless gentleman, hanging amongst the illuminated
Universal heavens!
Shifting clouds pass ideally by, seamlessly spreading wide
As to allow the sunshine to gently spread sun kisses
Upon the forest clover, growing at the base of the every
Tree.
Yet the weeping willow still cries, and when the others
As her why, she responds in a somber moment’s reflection,
I’m doing what is in my nature to do, I am after all
Called the crying tree of the forest!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
dins, adventure, art, autumn, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
"D"~DAY (TH' DAY COMETH...)
JUST AS PEACE,SEEMED TO EASE US OF MISERY...
DOUBT N' CONTEMPT ARISES,YET 'GAIN TO GREETETH OUR CONTENTMENT
TH' WORLD'S REQUIRING OF INTRICACY,RESOUNDS DINS OF DISDAIN
PLUCKING AT OUR SANITY'S STRINGS,THIS IGNORANCE REWARDS US MOROSE
TO TH' POINT OF BREAK,OUR TOLERANCE IS STRETCHED TAUGHT
REASONING NOW DOUSED OF DEBAUCHERY,OUR EMPATHY WAXES FUTILE
WHEN 'TIS FULFILLED,WRATH WILL RESTORETH SIGHT OF TH' OBLIVIOUS
FOR TH' TRUTH OF THEIR PRURIENCE,SHALL PROVE THEMSELVES PRIMITIVE
TH' PERVERSION OF KNOWLEDGE,ONCE MORE AFFIRMS DESECRATION
BY ADORNING OF GRACE WE WERE REDEEMED...NOW LOOMS DEATH OF DIGNITY
LUXURY SPREADS IT'S ROOTAGE,SO OF IT'S VINES WE ARE ENTANGLED
EXPEL TO HELL THEIR WANTONESS,N' THEIR EGOSTIC DESIRES OF GAIN
ABORTED FROM OUR WOMBS OF PIETY,THEY NOURISHED NO REMORSE
ROES OF REPRISAL THEY HATH CONCEIVED,OF PROFITOUS FORNICATIONS
THEIR SURETY IN AFFLUENCE,SHALL CERTAIN THEIR CONCLUSION
WHEN DULY ACHIEVED COMETH...
...THEIR DAY OF DESTINATION!
~AZAZA~'09
Categories:
dins, allegory, history, life, people,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
The Gold 'Mind' Within
Amidst life's drudgery and dins,
In this economic stranglehold,
Zero wastes and empty bins,
Hallmarks of every household.
Ability to extricate self,
From the pressures and momentarily seek relief,
In the comfort of your inner self,
To reflect and reaffirm self belief.
Ability to explore the eerie dark silence,
Strangely heartening stillness,
Of your mind: a laboratory of science,
For self re-awakening and psychological wellness.
With ideas like tiny light flickers,
Inside black, form-less nothingness,
Flashing left and right like stickers,
Pasted on walls in the depths of emptiness.
Ability to listen, see and focus,
Tap from this 'ideas' gold mine,
Eliminating your mind's hocus-pocus,
Will ensure you drink of life's fine wine.
Categories:
dins, deep, motivation, strength,
Form:
Quatrain
By: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian), Written on 18th November 2012.
Loud dins of nihility whirls and twirls around,
Reverberating sharply in my churning mind,
Humming lowly & resonating strange they sound,
Filling my spaces with patterns and frequencies of all kind.
Vacuously locked into blunt spaces my eyes,
Are spiked with ***** scabbards of blankness…
Glimmering tear drops hold tenderness that never dries,
keep fondly trickling out from my eyes with quaintness.
My ear drums swell from within to capture,
Dull shrills of echoes from within me,
“Nothingness” they trap on the verge of their rupture,
Sounds from around me ascend to a higher degree.
My heart beats itself sore,
As “nothingness” it just can’t anymore bear,
Only love and peace can usher in some more,
Feelings of tranquility and life full of softness and care.
me and myself now for sure know,
That “nothingness” can fathoms away keep,
So reflection & solitude, will in my mind sow,
And “nothingness” within me will forever put to sleep.
Now
“Nothingness” have kept at bay,
now within have positivity filled in me,
do not care what they to me will say,
And live my life “nothingness” free.
Categories:
dins, introspection, life, me, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Through hushed musings,
Sigh of peace clings
To winds, and brings
Serenity.
Along roadsides
When dins collide,
Calm of breath guides
My inner sea.
Desiderata Contest for nette onclaud
Carly Lalion--- Dec 9, 2014
Theme 1
Categories:
dins, how i feel, peace,
Form:
Verse
Hearts Of Rusted Iron And Cold Steel
Riding along paths of illusions, glory bound-
Men with steel and fever in hard beating hearts,
Minds driven by deep desires and aching pains
Emotions deeper than anger's greatest depths-
Souls with sharpened sabers in their polished scabbards
Careful in their pride, they nourished goulish intensities
Upon spirited horses, they gallop into hell's darkest dins
With courage of demons loosed by the devil's own hands-
In the force of ages, iron blood rising to claim
At the price of death and hot savage burnings
Rare treasures men seek but can never find.
Should life rest within their grasping claws
They that know only darkness and evil desires
Greedy that nothing slips through their paws!
What of the poor and weak, hiding in modern caves
And the innocent that cry for sweet relief
And homes, peaceful in their decaying cities
And children, eager to live life and learn
And Nature's unending course filled with wonder
And the world's promises of forever tomorrows
Shall fate stand aside to bend to that dark will
Shall wicked deeds serve these gods of lust.
When time and its destruction allow such victories
Hope comes as an illusion of death's rewards
Can mankind, find another path for survival
Or will dark tragedy and loss of all prevail?
Robert J. Lindley, 11-27-2015
Poetry form- Free Verse
Note- Muse this morn informed me that she wanted a change, so get up and write anything but a sonnet....
I sat down and in an angry mood and this flowed out...
Categories:
dins, art, creation, dark, deep,
Form:
Free verse
~SHELTER FROM TH' STORM~
TWISTING INTO VORTEX,MY VISIONS VANISH TO NAUGHT
THUNDERHEADS ROLL VIOLENTLY,AS VORACIOUS DINS RING A TOLL
TH' DARKNESS...NOW FEEDS FEROCITY'S MAELSTROM
BURSTING AT MY SEAMS,TO CHALLENGE REALITY
STIGMATIC WOUNDS,PROFUSELY NOW POUR
LIFE BECOMES DEATH,AS I PLEAD FOR MY DELIVERANCE
REGRET OF MY BIRTH,FEEDS A YEARNING
FREEDOM ONCE AGAIN,FROM TORTURE...I PLEAD
DAMN MY MORTALITY,I DESIRE NO MORE
TO BE LOOSED FROM BOND OF FLESH,MY SPIRIT GROANS
A TRAUM'D PAST,WAXES NOSTALGIC
CONCEIVED ONCE MORE...THEN REBORN
DEMON'S SEED PLANTED AGAIN,SEARING RAIN BLEEDS
TH' STORM GALES TOSS ME,TO N' FRO' TO BREAK
THOUGH SEEK I A SHELTER,NOT ONE BEACON SHEWS
MINE EYES THAT KNEW BEAUTY,ARE NOW BLACK'ND BLIND
A WHIRLWIND NOW FORMS,DRAWING ME FORTH
DEBRIS PULVERIZES MY PSYCHE',AS IT SWALLOWS ME IN
ONE NOW WITH THIS CYCLONIC SATAN,I SEEK TO DESTROY
BUT AN EYE APPEARS FROM TH' CENTER...OF PUREST LIGHT
PIERCING MY HEART...RELIEF COMES AT LAST
TH' STORM NOW CEASED,I FALL AS I GASP
HANDS APPEAR 'NEATH ME,AS SAVED I'M AGAIN...
FROM CEASING LIFE'S BREATH...BY TH' TRUEST OF FRIENDS
©~AZAZA~'09
Categories:
dins, confusion, dedication, depression, hope,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
A cool Summer breeze...
Brings pollen to allergies's
own wheeze and sneeze.
Maple leafs wave against many southern winds...
Rain drops pelt rooftop's of metaled building's dins.
Storms affront the lakes of lands...
Nature's wrath confronts plans of man.
Flash floods push Californian landslides down hills
against homes a-plenty.
All about ruined homes, the remains too muddy.
Large palm trees wrapped around cars so spoiled...
Aft'ward cleanups resulted in many manned hours
so toiled.
Insurance is the brace damm'ed against Nature's
caused disgrace...
Faith in claims denied, resulted in faith misplaced.
Scattered destruction shows this planet's nature
gone wild...
'Tis time to face facts of vast destruction's very
own melee defiled.
Faith in God, should have, by man, been prayed for...
Answered with miracles, would be,
many, many more.
Categories:
dins, death, sad,
Form:
Hush, rest easy, listen and please no more dins,
Listen to the whispers of the young autumnal winds,
Tantalising and teasing the trees of their annual sins,
Down fall the secrets and away they hurriedly scurry,
Not wanting to reveal them to no one in a hurry,
The young winds sigh and then they slowly abate,
For perhaps it knows this year it's simply too late,
But with one final smile it knows next year can wait,
For the trees give their final shiver and await their fate.
Categories:
dins, autumn, , fate,
Form:
Rhyme
July 25 Scripture Meditations Based on Isaiah 56-59
Key Verse – Isaiah 58:14 Then shalt thou delight thyself in the LORD; and I will cause thee to ride upon the high places of the earth, and feed thee with the heritage of Jacob thy father: for the mouth of the LORD hath spoken it.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR FEEDING ME WELL
Thank You for feeding me well with spiritual delicacies
Despite sin-spoiled taste of jealousies
So that I can delight in Your Word’s policies
Really assured of Your secured salvation-mercies.
Thank You for feeding me well with healthy faith-provisions
Despite fretting-aroma of doubts’ vexations
So that I can trust in Your promises’ actions
Really guarded by Your eternal redemption-functions.
Thank You for feeding me well with divine vitamins
Despite worldly junk food promoting humanism-dins and pride-gins
So that I can ask for Your strength-packed bins
Really loaded by Your sure standard-wins.
Thank You for feeding me well with biblical supplements
Despite vain beauty and physique advertisements
So that I can enjoy Your holy principle-bestowments
Really taught by Your wise directive-endowments.
Thank You for feeding me well with heavenly fillings
Despite earthly burps of temporary satisfaction feelings
So that I can stay around Your grace-fulfillings
Really contented with Your constant goodness-fuelings.
Thank You for feeding me well with soul-nourishing meals
Despite body-building, weight-loss peals
So that I can choose Your spirit-revival deals
Really nurtured around Your bountiful plate-seals.
Thank You for feeding me well with everlasting diet-supplies
Despite scarcity and poverty crises-lies
So that I can seek Your welfare-care replies
Really treated within Your abundant benefit-slice.
July 25, 2022
Categories:
dins, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
When your thoughts don't enter into mine
And my thoughts evade yours
Then who put the compulsions that
You and me should face each other in the boxing ring?
Better, I should stare at the clock for ages
Listening to the crumbling minarets of thoughts
All the external dins and bustles flowing past
Better, I am left with my own ancient self
My musings overflowing streams
Against the tides I swim untiringly
So many forms I see myself in
In so many places, even in stages of reverie
I am the sole protagonist, you all revolve
Keeping me in the centre
Lighting my torch of angelic bliss
I watch the rise of dreams at the horizon of grey reality
Despite all these
Must I spell out what I am thinking?
Categories:
dins, dream, emotions, loneliness,
Form:
Lyric
There; through my canvas vest
Through my tough skin and my bony chest
There through many indifferences and the rest
Did the bullet of love swiftly penetrate?
And I felt its warmth it shared with the barrel
I wore bliss and glad as my face would label
And my eyes opened and my feelings went neural
The gun was my defense, the sense my heart had to create.
And there was war and there was peace
For long the bullet and gun remained one piece.
Shots were fire and dins were heard as far as eyes
Eyes of love to stare at would hate.
And then the massacre came and hearts were broken
As would one expect from homes people had fallen
Tears in the cold had to floor until frozen
And my heart was hit, and I felt the ribs broken.
There where the bullet hit, where the veil strains to give way
There where operation-eject- depression is underway
There where the bullet of love scratches the wounds of my way…
too hurting chest.
There where it accessed my soul, and pierced all the way.
There from; the bullet of love comes away.
Categories:
dins, love, heart, heart, love,
Form:
Free verse