Best Discords Poems

Withered meadows of yesteryears ache, recalling memories forlorn,
As discords of then mourn, assailing vibes of now, emotions torn;
Yet I believe, love would have still vouched~ together we belong,
If only you knew, how to strum, sensuous rhythms of our love-song.

Gracing my embrace, lovingly you caress, my...

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A sanctuary waits for me
Beside a woodland stream;
Creatures chatter, beast and bird,
Dithering among the trees,
Engaged in nature’s repartee.
Fungi, moss, and flower
Gather in this shady, holy space,
Habitat of happy innocence,
Idyllic, secret forest glade.
Just let me linger in the quiet,
Kneel beneath the trees,
Listen to the lessons
Majestic nature...

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Threading Hunger’s Needle
                                by Odin Roark

Acumen's voice smolders quietly
When deafened ears respond only
To discords...

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The melody gradually filters
Through my being 
Filling my soul with joy
I go with it savouring, anticipating
It’s genius – no other thoughts enter
Just floating with the melody
Surprised by some discords they startle me
Prepare me for the majesty of sound to come...

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Music
Sonorous poetry
Enveloping, reverberating, measuring
Life’s harmonies and discords
Soundly...

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My hope was my delight boundless,
Unfettered, unbridled!
It unfolded a conformity in my life
Albeit many stumbles and 
Discords of life I survived, 

Life’s evil breaths had scalded my redolent hope,
My silent words were hardly heard, 
Hardly understood!
From life to life I pursued the hope,
It was crumpled,...

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THE PUSSY CAT AND THE OWL

(With apologies to Edward Lear)

The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea
In a Sealink Hovercraft.
They took some hash and plenty of cash
Wrapped up in a banker’s draft.
The Owl looked up to Telstar above
And played to an electric guitar.
“I’d like to...

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Have You Ever Dreamed?

Have you ever dreamed 
of a Nigeria where all is well;
Where the streets are cleaned,
and everywhere is safe to dwell?

Have you ever dreamed
of a Nigeria where promises are kept;
Where the leaders want to serve the led,
achieving results both brave and apt?

Have you ever...

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When angst and hate my rancor stirred
Fuming indignation, reddening my face,
Emotions choked as muscles tightened,
Slurring my speech, abandoning grace;

And rational discourse then disappeared
Vowing vengeance to correct a wrong,
Dissonance hollered, yet no one listened,
Donning grimace that discords prolong.

Denouncing voice of the unjust, unfair,
I brewed in anger,...

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Vivid contrasts emanate lively hues
from the brilliancy of colors,
to radiate skin, hair and eyes;
and these are the wishes of all lovers!


He's a handsome man in a dark suit well-pressed,
and she's a beautiful woman in a scarlet dress;
he doesn't like ladies with flashy clothes,
and she only...

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How can I be there for you
If I am here for you

I can't be ever present
Yet I'm presented to you

How can our truths be flawless
If we sometimes leave out the Father
May God help us, God help us
I pray for you wish I could embrace those...

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OLANIKE

O—pen sesame!!!  I 
scream
L—oose this knot and
loose the sun
A—nd coil your
tongue like the
serpent on a pole
N—ights, you may
feast to yield
light;
I—llumining always;
thawing us, thawing
me
K—nitting  discords
to sweet harmony
E—arth will not last
a day without you
sun!!!!


For  Olanike,
obviously………………….and
those white melon
seeds

© Chikwado  Nwattah
. 2014...

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Music of life, she alone, chooses.
Though a host others, think, she loses?


She tourjettes high, above life’s discords,
Leaps to Ravel’s melodious chords.


Loss and pain are her greatest gain.
Gratitude, raises her high above pain.


“Pavane for a Dead Princess”,how it moves her.
Adorned, in purple, in front of her...

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Lakota, Arapaho
Cheyenne, Oglala
Minneconjou
Where are they now?
Why is there so much dust
Over a fillet of memory?
The smoke fires are dead
And the discords of our life
We write as history.

     It is significant still
     The shallow content
   ...

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WILD MEADOWS
Wild meadows left and right, guarded
by hedgerows, each side with gates,
openings on sites regarded
macro, wildlife wonders, elate's
scientist, biologist, all.
We venture into grasses tall. 

Eyes wide open, and cameras
all to hand, notebooks recording.
A shout goes up, tarantulas!
Some idiot had been hoarding.
We, for them grateful; took...

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