Best Diverts Poems
The bleeding sunset lingers on her mind
as night approaches and the sky goes dark.
Her soul is restless; how it craves to find
some words of comfort which could leave their mark,
erasing heartache etched in grooves of tears
on ice-cold marble where lost dreams now dwell,
relief imploring from the grasp of fear,
the twilight shadows full of doubts dispel.
The wind is conscious of her thoughts distraught;
it whispers softly, plays with her long hair,
diverts attention, brings her grief to naught...
A damsel’s heart fragmented he can’t bear.
Dense clouds are drifting and the moon slips by;
the joy of healing it will not deny.
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A Sonnet for John Hamilton's Contest.
Placed 2nd
Categories:
diverts, heartbroken,
Form:
Sonnet
Your rhyme your lyrics your verse
So clever so telling so witty
Diverts delights tickles
My eye my heart my ear
My eye my heart my ear
To follow with love to applaud
Your postings your fellowship your talent
Each day to value here
Categories:
diverts, friendship, on writing and
Form:
Shape
You shattered my spirit
and wounded the heart
belittled my reason to be.
Did you think it diverts attention from Ghoul
who is hiding in your hideous soul?
But little you know about pure spirit,
that cannot be extinguished.
It’s still alive, glows under ruins of my soul,
it will not be vanquished.
No doubt I will rise again,
this will reveal the truth.
That free spirit then,
will heal, will mend, will soothe.
Categories:
diverts, abuse, betrayal, faith, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
A Buddhist bird flies
Under the eyes
Of winter’s sun
As I watch his flight
Across a lonely wintry sky
Gazing up
At his long, long flight south
He diverts himself
From the chilly northern wind
A wind
That the sun cannot warm
He diverts himself
With a single thought
As only a Zen Buddhist bird might do
And asks
What is the sound
Of one wing flapping?
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"the sound of one hand clapping"...(by J. D. Salinger) Thank you Leo
Categories:
diverts, funny, philosophy, sound, bird,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Fasting cleanses both body and soul
It breaks you only to make you whole
Its spiritual connection plays a vital role.
Now not only the wearer knows the shoe pinches
for you get the chance to be in the needy's shoes
A whole month to forget those addictive binges
A chance to comprehend the poor man's cues.
Donot complain if your tummy's rumbling grumbling
for the poor man has always been thus starving
Feel his hunger, feel for him
and side by side give your weight a trim
Everybody wants to be so slim.
Many religions do prescribe it
The fasting one will describe it
If you have never done it
you might want to try it.
A month of fortitude, forbearance is a month of fasting
intended to impart a self-control and patience that's everlasting.
We all need ketosis to get rid of the lipids, fat stores
And researcher Google just told me that's what fasting ensures!
Craving for eatables the belly though may be raging
yet scientists have proved that produces a substance for anti-aging!
So if you are interested in a healthier, longer life span
come join me and fast away this month of Ramazaan.
It's time you understood God's health plan.
Researchers say the fasting person diverts energy
from the digestive system to the immune system!
Every wajibat has been proven good for both soul and body
Scroll even Google for yourself to thank the fasting dictum.
Fasting's a perfect way of bodily detoxification
Researchers say it's notable how fasting detoxifies each organ!
So come one come all, fasting can be for any creed
It lowers the BP and lowers the greed
as attention is diverted from the self to those in need.
I hope a month of NO food yet gives some food for thought
For a fasting from pondering should never be sought!
Categories:
diverts, allah, islamic, uplifting,
Form:
Lanterne
Scripted television nanny
All the Lions roared their approval
dancing puppets
Stars shown twinkling delight
mask global death
My favorite football team
diverts my attention
Smiling ringmasters bow to each other
chosen talent cheered like god
(even call themselves jesus)
While blinded by the sun (tv)
the world devil cult
plays us like a game of cups
Cows, smiling, entertained to satisfaction
shuffling towards
hamburger
rapture
Towards
Hamburger
Rapture
08/28/13
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
diverts, evil
Form:
Free verse
Corruption Fake News
Government corruption, engulfs us every day
It's bad enough we have to see the down slide on its way
Many people disappear connections can't be made
Obituaries so obscure the stories quickly fade
Families mourn the ones they lose another heart just sinks
They said (an accident) of sorts and Washington just winks
Accusations rarely made It's hard to be that brave
Repercussions swift and hard outcome (could be grave)
Don't think that this is make believe goes back a lot of years
Those very old (so we've been told) just can't get past their fears
Carried on throughout the states (most people never knew)
The smoke screen (that we call the news) diverts your thoughts (it's true)
Working for Politico, (the apple on the string)
Keeps news in line with Washington and riches it may bring
They have no trouble sleeping nights their conscience all but numb
When asked how did, they miss that news they're good at playing dumb..... Pete Yuhas
Categories:
diverts, america, corruption, imagination, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
I'm singular.
I'm night-driving.
With vibrant hum
of standard speed.
I'm glowing of dashboard.
Utterances of am talk
alien abductees and remote viewing.
Barely diverts my musing.
I night-drive
periodically.
A rite of wanting
Control, of the wheel.
Arm out window
night air cooling me.
Headlight on blacktop.
A yellow metronome.
This nights topic , I'm.
A question proposed,
by a small man in robes.
I started the list:
I'm a modern Tom Sawyer
an ebb-and-flow.
I'm this psycho-manic jester.
Dharma junkie, with subjects.
I'm Charlie Brown on acid
but who love the dog.
I'm a skin head hippie.
A guy with no wrist watch.
I'm a independent film critic
speaks religiously of Fight Club.
I'm these and other clever observation.
I stopped at a neon diner for tools of thought:
Coffee, pen, paper, and consumers of isolation.
Filling a page of I'm
looking for a singular
a true answer.
Just finding personas
and learned traits.
It came to me this I'm.
While leaving the tip.
In my wallet a picture of my children
looking full of me.
Categories:
diverts, philosophy
Form:
Free verse
Leaning on the deluxe seat,
She munches banana chips.
Her handsome husband breathes near
And an air-cooler blows chill.
Yet, she looks back from the car.
The vehicles fly, scattering on road.
One bike chases so close,
As it tries to kiss the car.
His hand has locked her shoulder;
Often, they swing together in ditches.
Yet, she looks back from the car.
He made her shine in rare jewels.
The moments sway in chitchat.
Now, their car diverts
To some pleasure zenith.
Yet,it is unknown why she looks back.
FABIYAS M V
Categories:
diverts, inspirational
Form:
Verse
1
If I can just spread my arms
and embrace my students
when they need help.
If I can just see all the things
that they do to remind
them with love.
2
If I can just protect them
from the fangs of danger
and be their hero.
If I can just be the solution
to all weariness and cares
they encounter.
3
If I can just read their minds
and know what they need,
what concerns them!
If I can be a meaningful word
that encourages them
all the time.
4
If I can just be their dreams
that can be easily reached
and be fulfilled.
If I can just be their footsteps
that lead them always
to the right path.
5
If I can just be their conscience
that prevents them from doing
unacceptable things.
If I can just their tongue
that speaks rightfully
and uncorrupted.
6
If I can just be their cell phone
that sends love messages
rather than hate words.
If I can just be the internet
that diverts bad desires
to an educative websites.
7
What else could be the effective tools
I can just be in order for them
to be better persons
each day?
I can just be their humble teacher
to pray for them earnestly,
to shield them all the time.
I can just be their prayers!
Categories:
diverts, dedication, education, happiness, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Afternoon again in the Rose City.
Ouellette Avenue, the main drag.
Cars insisting on a regular pattern
of interruption.
The hum of the library,
oddly like a burst of energy
in a catacomb.
Standing modern and sombre
in the downtown bustle.
Winter chill seeps
through the plate glass walls.
A hint of death for those
who exist in the alley behind
the building.
Shelf upon shelf of
other people's words
stocked like dusty wood
in an attic.
Some of these words
belong to me.
I seek my name
in the catalogue.
I find I have been
placed in "Local History".
Not yet 50 years old
and
already labelled
as over and done with.
A mongrel dog
ventures into the
colliding traffic.
Diverts my attention
from self reflection.
The dog manages to
safely dash across
the street through
the mangle of
downtown traffic.
Survives to do the same
another day.
Everything will be alright now.
Categories:
diverts, imagery, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
On the edge of paradise,
woeful tears fall, cold as ice.
On that edge where I stand still,
ashen whips jut onto my will.
On that edge you sear my helm!
Kibble it like a spider; overwhelm!
Steering through many an eve.
Conceive, weave, cleave then grieve!
Render and espouse; knight and serf.
Guardian of your tear, gate, and turf.
Enact then re-enact my astral dream.
Put me to sleep, hinder my scream.
Dreary lips given a wide berth,
to unheard hiss that typifies rebirth.
Author my flesh unto caged envy,
yielding my soul: break the levee.
Sail amongst my translucent runes,
your siren of electric moons.
I sing for the breaker to inveigle,
tepid winds I once played regal.
Make me forget and make me pay,
for losing my way and drifting astray.
For getting so close then letting go,
missing the blow, ruining your flow.
You are pandora's quantum prison,
a bounty begging to be riven.
Your pride diverts your nemesis,
resurgent carcinogenesis.
Beshrew the darklight spring,
sustained by your phantom wing.
Slake it inept and enthrall its nectar,
woven and entwined in void-like vector.
Categories:
diverts, angst, anxiety, dance, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
A gift of survival bag with goods and food
Thanks to the God you offered to my hand
In the competitive queue I came forward
I was registered, when the name is called
Nobody knows but somebody knows
That all are poor and world in refugees
Mixed colors and different tongues are noised
While all are paying attention to each of names
Men women indifferent and some with kids
Hope of interests is something hidden smiles
Trying to overtake before the time comes
But the frame of church flexible rule shows
With my bag and my friend I came out
He reminded me that I did not find out
Variety of food we carefully sorted out
Expiry dates elapsed and I was going out
In a day or two, if I will not finish
Nothing will happen I know its truth
I ate for the day as much as fresh
Thank to the God that it is the truth
While ships of foods are being destroyed into the sea
Uncountable lives suffer and die no meal for a day
No one knows one side of the world of sea
Sinking soul of humanity dwindles every day
What the God can do, the God does as much as
Changes the time and diverts the way he wishes
Until the products are passed away in markets
It’s out of the rule and ethics no power for Gods
I felt a self pity when my belly was full out
Thank to the god of justice shows out
Nausea for one is a hunger for the other
Balance of bridge is the survival of mother
Udaya R. Tennakoon
Categories:
diverts, death, evil, food, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Over two hundred million people sleeps and wake without a leader,
A cloned effigy in a rock called "Aso"
too old to lead or long dead to be,
demented or dead, they cannot tell,
old age has come but he would not leave.
a cult of connivers shields a tyrant,
with ceaseless speeches and empty promises,
One A Liar , some are writers and others are twitvist,
Two years of silence and none dare ask,
where is the President who took the oath?
Over two hundred million heads bowed to corruption,
East and west the groans is Loud,
where right is wrong and wrongs is praised.
The governors or senator and ministers too,
all aligned to loot the treasury,
recycled bandits in seats of honor,
Judges are blinded and the media subdued,
as brown envelop diverts attention.
over two hundred million destinies suspended,
#ENDSARS was their last successful outcry
a revolution too soon suspended
From Bonny Barracks to Lekki, criminals in uniform murdered unity.
bludgeoned agitators with the barrels the errand boys of a dictator police and solders.
and the masses too scared for a total freedom,
returned to apathy and unending subjugation
Over two hundred Million deprived masses.,
controlled as slaves by a hundred old despots,
Littered across cultures and tribes, a handful few protected by guns,
ex criminals , Presidents and ex all,
with looted funds in London and and Zurich,
atop hills in gaudy wealth,
unaffected by the groaning of a people nestled in penury,
Over two hundred million people disunited,
who by amalgam compelled by Britain's Lugard,
Feudalism and lie called democracy.
The minority herders on a mission
they took the yam and knife without resistance.
where beggars becomes a tyrant after election (Rigged)
and the masses dare not demand accountability
over two hundred million sufferers gave oppressor a breathing space,
where servants becomes the Boss,
without pacifying and unwilling to yield
the Loot looted named palliatives.
old tyrant mock democracy by decrees
What country ?
Don't ask me.
you know it well
Categories:
diverts, africa, corruption, image, life,
Form:
Burlesque
Whenever we fight,
It seems we lose sight,
Too much diverts our vision;
So we hurl our slurs,
Dig deep with our spurs,
Invectives make incisions;
So I leave the house.
Away from my spouse,
Go breathe the clean air, calm down;
Find solace within,
The comp'ny of friends,
In them acceptance abounds.
In their quiet gaze,
I find peace and grace,
The release is tangible.
Out in the clean air,
I can shed my cares,
Alone with my animals.
Judy Ball
For Alouette Your Cleansing Rite Contest by Nette Onclaud
Categories:
diverts, angst, family, health, pets,
Form: