Best Diverges Poems
When I was just a little boy,
Attending Sunday school,
The story of Methuselah
Outshined the golden rule.
He was just like Rip Van Winkle,
A kind old gentleman,
Who lived more than nine hundred years;
The oldest living man.
And so I closed my story book,
Assumptions grew from there.
I wrote an ending in my mind,
And sealed it with a prayer.
But looking closer at the facts,
Something else emerges.
And here is where the fairytale
And the truth diverges.
His age was one eighty seven,
At his son Lamech’s birth.
One hundred eighty two years more,
And Noah graced the earth.
He was three hundred sixty nine,
When Noah joined the game.
And in Noah’s six hundredth year
The deluge waters came.
Scripture says Enoch and Noah,
Walked with God all their lives.
So God spared Noah’s family,
His sons, even their wives.
But what about Methuselah,
Was my assumption right?
Did he not also walk with God,
Into salvation’s light?
When the Lord said unto Noah,
In reference to mankind,
That their hearts were always evil;
Like each thought in their minds,
Was Methuselah excluded,
From God’s picture of men?
Did God call him a righteous man,
Whose heart was free of sin?
My assumptions were proven wrong,
The evidence was clear,
Methuselah’s death and the Flood
Occurred in the same year.
No scripture said he walked with God,
Or was a righteous man.
No word about a peaceful death,
Or any divine plan.
We just assumed the best for him,
For he had Adam’s blood.
We hoped that God had spared the man
From dying in the Flood.
The one who disregards the facts,
Clings to their presumptions.
And their beliefs are built upon
Incorrect assumptions.
Categories:
diverges, faith, religiongod, god,
Form:
Rhyme
What life has to do with unpreventable death,
if all I do is live without scope or time...
not being the least aware of loss of breath?
These years are lived with remorseful treason,
being afraid of losing my battle...
while fate scorns me with constant derision!
Who lived an existence of tormenting thoughts,
bearing pain without emitting a single moan,
and hiding them well behind false pretensions?
All I have left is this faith glowing in the shadows of winter...
it diverges any wind that might put it out with a strong blow,
but determined to keep it burning: neither I fret nor shiver!
Angry fate, cast no stones...my end must come abruptly;
strike me with the sharpest spear and spare me agony.
Categories:
diverges, death, fear, life, pain,
Form:
Terza Rima
DIMENSIONS.
To think of you
Is not to think of you
Tonight.
A single point diverges
Into dimensions of horizon
Subterranean reasons within
Causing rippled symptoms.
Singular diversions
Of narcissus nihilty
A muted presence
Perhaps will be sufficient
For directing love into some clarity.
A life perhaps you loose
Or control over its luminosity
An entry into cessation
A heart into intellectual sterility.
A few returned to the sea
To pick rock or the rose
Under scorpioned rough shades
Some deadly tumults in remorse.
Categories:
diverges, absence, lost love,
Form:
Verse
She chooses to live
a life of style ,
A life where her story
Will be told using stanza
Rhyme and conclude in verse.
A story which will be
Written using metaphor and
Simile to illustrate her
Personification as an elegant
beautiful creature
She chooses to be poetic,
Ironically she was still prosaic
Every day of her life
Trying to fake it
till she makes it
She wanted to take the Road that is less travel
The road that diverges
Into two different paths
She took the prosaic
But walk the poetic
Categories:
diverges, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Bio
sam i yam not,
nor will this 'lo bot go away
cuz, every coordinate in cyber space allows,
enables and provides
an opportunity to bray,
and thence get access
to each excel lent power full point
one among the beguiling bajillion,
thus this ming boggling concept proffers
(even the generic mom and pop hacker
tubby in her/his element field gloating
as if they won
the Irish Sweepstakes that day
despite neither could claim
direct lineage, sans Emerald Eire
analogous to Celtic temptress,
whose grand geography
beckons toward entranceway,
where sensory, levity,
and ecstasy punctuate foray
boot that diverges one hundred
and eighty degrees asper gateway
onrush of spam enters electronic hatchway
spilling forth like
offal horrific bilge interlay
sloshing violently, revoltingly,
and nauseatingly, witnessing a jay
bird donning mask (yule hating)
beak coming contrivance fashioned keyway.
force full brainstorm to firewall
to place on indefinite layaway
inundation of spam midway
between now and eternity,
essentially noway
no more, and if necessary
hermetically seal myself
stationing a pal in drone willingly overpay!
Categories:
diverges, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Light Verse
C A U S A T I O N vs. D E T E R M I N I S M
Choices form towards our preordained trajectory
Decision built bricks stack factors progressively
Circumstancial pegs compile in accord to faculty
Dogmas of downtrodden clogged with profanity
Circles run rings around predictions, an equator
Divides same from same in symmetrical centre
Cogs who push their neighbours never blame us
Duration in environ expidited by wheel's impetus
Certainty occurs, journey obscured from turning
Decorum's shield prohibits peripheral discerning
Contingent coddles confederates, cave sedation
Dictated picture is droll pattern of premeditation
Character patter converses with class conducive
Dialogue delays, latitudinal liberal splay spruking
Concious diverges in a dual carriageway purview
Deliberation channels hairpin 's curve impromptu
14th February
Fortitude Breaks
Causation Chains
Categories:
diverges, allusion, change, class, destiny,
Form:
Couplet
This heart
An old
Dirt road
We use
To travel
Diverges
Through
The woods
Categories:
diverges, imagination
Form:
Free verse
Dear! I am always right here
Door of my mind open for you.
You may have wide vivid view.
No hide and seek, crystal clear.
Feel free if you wish to come.
If you don’t stay, leave at ease.
I will never try to seize
But you are always welcome.
Dear! I am always right here
Door of my mind open for you.
You may have wide vivid view.
No hide and seek, crystal clear.
Yet I must earnestly pray
If emotive urge surges
oozes, flows and diverges
Love me! You can safely stay.
Dear! I am always right here
Door of my mind open for you.
You may have wide vivid view.
No hide and seek, crystal clear.
I can’t assess your passion
My heart palpitates to know
when lamp of your love will glow
predicting our unison.
Dear! I am always right here
Door of my mind open for you.
You may have wide vivid view.
No hide and seek, crystal clear.
I am always right here
for you and for you, Dear!
Only for you, am I clear?
I am always right here.
03/06/19
'I'm Always Right Here' Contest by craig cornish
Categories:
diverges, i love you,
Form:
Lyric
" (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the
the one less traveled by and that has made
all the difference. "
Quote by - Robert Frost
Ha... ha... have your rabbits got three legs? Okay we agree,
This was how my friends fooled me for my ways uniquely free;
When all answered, I' am fine - for the question 'how are you?'
I said: Alright or keeping well... though these meant the same too;
They stopped a bit; looked unblinking; as though something was wrong,
Don't, yet, birds of every species has a divergent song...?
Does, when a rivulet diverges from the river, rebel?
Can an inaccurately rung Angelus turn death-knell?
To turn a rebel a rivulet should chose her own path,
On such choosing she might, sure, earn many a rotten wrath;
Could any seed, frightened of death, ever resuscitate?
Could any chick failing to spread wings reach the flying state...?
Taking a new path is like Socrates choosing hemlock,
Nay, choosing an untrodden path is not such a deadlock;
Thinking out of the box or looking through another glass,
It's when I say a grass or lass an ass death comes, alas!
Discovery and invention, lo, stand in united,
Yet, to shake hand with a person, uniquely far-sighted...!!!
08 June 2024
Categories:
diverges, life, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Friend, before life moves us to the parting ways
Let wisdom tell from rend of heart its lessons old
That you may take your journey springing praise
And mend with gladness dream and mirrored fold
One road invites the universe of man to dawn
The place we left in awe of sword and flash of fire
Stumbling from purpose and lapping dew for ire
Making the circle of return to the cradle of the fawn
It's two things the oracle challenges us to know
Where the road diverges into many different paths
What vision shapes the skill that need will show
To meet the tests that sever self from it thoughts
And lift the eagle to the pinnacle of brimming star
And say to soul you are worth more than you seem
In any dissection of the flesh or weighing of dream
The mantle is mask that pretends not who we are.
What if one branching path a wide lake must cross
What if another a snow-capped cliff must clamber o'er
And still the next has serpents slithering in the grass
And one stretch endless like miles of a sandy shore
Shall the swimmer charm the serpents, swim
The sands, and climb the mirror face of ice
Against a different purpose will his dream suffice
Or all mismatched paths not a meet a fate still grim?
O too many on the wrong path are embarked, too few
Their purpose know before the journey begins
The shipwreck on deserts straddle the sense as clue
Ignored ... self-blinded race, drowning in our sins
He who foreknew us predestined purpose too
Each tree is seeded after its kind, each man can
Achieve only what is set in the primordial plan
The broad way is littered with much too much to rue.
What use is choice unless some context tell the aim
For once and only once we choose the path to good
And joy, the river does not return, the sea is the same
Only at the rapids end. Not what I would, but what I should
Is all I need to know. It's not the prize but the race
We run is what we are destined for. Go now, friend
And wing the light and for mist of truth contend
The swift may run, but the wise the victory taste.
Categories:
diverges, allegory, inspirational, philosophydream, dream,
Form:
Verse
WHAT IS LOVE
Emotive urge surges and diverges
to snatch or leave, to grasp or sacrifice.
Kindness kindles or anger outrages.
Love is the finest feeling super nice.
Blessed love showers from parent to child.
Love between siblings and friends on free flow.
Love for Nature or for Truth is not mild.
Romance flames, blazes on amorous glow.
When gust of love hits two passionate souls,
on wings of daring dreamy deep desire,
both soar high playing lovely model roles.
Mutual respect saves love not to expire.
Human emotion holds strongest instinct:
‘Unconditional love not to extinct.’
03/03/19
Third Place
'What Is Love' Contest by Silent One.
Categories:
diverges, love,
Form:
Sonnet
Birth is the beginning of a quest
which is unseen to human eyes,
sadly ending on our unpredictable death,
but not living another day shortens that distance.
Who decides our fate in ways so drastic,
unfolding events happy or tragic?
Who diverges the course of our days,
when hopelessness grips our desperate souls?
If dreams are built to become exinct,
to suddenly turn into detritus and dust...
devastating us enough to dessicate the expanse
of hope, why is joy lacking the feeling of genuiness?
Despair is utterly exgeneous,
exploding when thoughts become tense,
expanding as wild fire to burn everything
in its destructive path...leaving only embers behind.
Some choose to end life,
not valuing its sacredness and purpose;
shouldn't we be thrilled to exist as David was
and be immensely grateful, or defiantly denounce our belief?
Gracefully age as Moses did,
never thinking of shortening the distance;
gain more wisdom as you live...
to discern what's beyond madness to reduce incidence.
Categories:
diverges, depression, faith, hope, life,
Form:
Quatrain
Trapped in the essence of time’s significance buried under rocky grounds
a flickering light eternity’s gaze ordained defined
her senses heighten into the blue flash above ahead streaking to her destinations end
the bitter truth diverges
emotions surging dramatic
reflex speedy in accuracy
as she emerges with her feet set solid on the rock
her arms swinging diverging as sharp knives ignite with spikes glittering in the dark
our guiding angel sent from above, from GOD has come
our watch girl ascribing a human form, reborn
there she approaches in heavenly form as angels descend willing to conform
for her sake darkness is done, the story is already on,in a while victory shall be one
pain, suffering, tears will be no more
the lamp of light beside her illuminating bright signaling the inscription that an
antidote of liberation has been formed
the war between good and evil has already begun
she glances at the castle in the darkness ready to run swerve slay dance sing
the beauty of sorrow, a lesson learnt
in the end the victory earned
in her fashionably cryptic overall-like gown of a mixture of black and blue
the people thankfully bow
as the sounds of the earth rumble at the light of victory that our hero indeed
Amy has returned and found
Categories:
diverges, on writing and wordslight,
Form:
1.
Loose, frayed ends
Of connecting threads
Are left to wonder
Which of the treacherous passages
Pulled their unseasoned fragility
Too tautly.
2.
Is it the
Repetition in an existence
Of need and habit,
Without nuance or sight,
That fractures the heart of
Tired connections?
Perhaps, simply, the
Twisting journey of
Motion and rhythm
That unravels
The delicately wrapped cord
As disorientation
Turns it in circles?
Or might it be something beautiful
As when descant
Diverges from melody?
Categories:
diverges, confusion, hope, lost love,
Form:
Lyric
You stand apart, a shadow in the light,
Denying faith, declaring God untrue.
And yet, when facing the darkness, your face turns to white,
You ask of me, to pray for you.
You wound my Lord, with words of sharp disdain,
A constant scoff, a reason to deny. Yet I can't help wondering if, does not he feel the sting, the aching pain, Of your rejection, cast against his very being?
Making me question why I should plead, when you have doubted all along?
Why should he hear a voice that knows no praise?
My judgment flares, a feeling sharp and strong,
To turn away and leave you all alone in your haze.
But still, I kneel, and clasp my hands in prayer,
For you, my friend, and for the flaw within.
I am no better, burdened by despair,
And prone to doubt and tempted into sin.
Perhaps you need a whisper in the night,
A gentle nudge to see his hidden divine glow.
Perhaps a glimmer of light,
Can pierce the dark and chase away the darkest in your mind.
Of endless void, of purpose unfulfilled.
And though your path diverges from my own,
A seed of hope will start to grow. In this barren ground, And maybe on this barren ground a prayer may surely grow out just for you.
Categories:
diverges, atheist, faith, god, judgement,
Form:
Free verse