Best Fabricates Poems
The trickling teardrops fall like rain
dousing love's spark, and as you cry,
passion's flame begins to die.
All of your pleadings were in vain,
his every lie summons a tear
that drowns your hurting heart in fear.
Treating you with scorn and disdain
leaves little room for love to bloom,
despite the babe within your womb.
He fabricates lies to explain
although you've heard them all before,
and don't believe him anymore.
He doesn't love you; that much is plain:
for it's getting harder to cope,
clinging to so few threads of hope.
And yet, you'll take him back again;
for you're afraid to lose your man,
and try to cope the best you can.
The trickling teardrops fall like rain:
all of your pleadings were in vain.
Treating you with scorn and disdain:
he fabricates lies to explain.
He doesn't love you; that much is plain:
and yet, you'll take him back again.
Categories:
fabricates, 12th grade, angst, anxiety,
Form:
Verse
Holding her head high
with a resolute look;
possessing dauntless courage and wisdom,
She never feels subservient.
The emerging modern woman
fabricates her own traits,
by obliterating the customs
of engulfing in murk named ignorance;
and suppresses the routine
of living a melancholic life.
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This is the translation of a verse from Mahakavi Bharathiyar's poem "MODERN WOMAN". He envisaged Modern Woman as a leader, law maker, savior and an independent person. Women were treated as domestic slaves in ancient India and his writings kindled women empowerment and gender equality. Remembering him on his death anniversary(Sep -11)
The original poem was written by Bharathiyar, one of the greatest Indian poets.It was written in Tamil. I am an ardent fan of him. He died so young(39).
He was fluent in many languages including Bengali, Hindi, Sanskrit, Kuuch, French and English.
Wikipedia:
Subramania Bharati (11 December 1882–11 September 1921) was an Indian writer, poet and journalist, and Indian independence activist and social reformer from Tamil Nadu. Popularly known as "Mahakavi Bharati", he was a pioneer of modern Tamil poetry and is considered one of the greatest Tamil literary figures of all time. His numerous works were fiery songs kindling patriotism and nationalism during the Indian Independence movement.
Categories:
fabricates, encouraging, woman,
Form:
Free verse
MY CAR MY BUCOLIC.
The speed of my automobile exclusively,
Depends on the wheelman which earth born,
Crave where the passengers await it's destination,
Seeing an endless road ahead.
Every four years is it's renewal with the,
Hope of getting to the promise terra-firma,
Where the Israelites peregrinates to,
With despondency from it's adversaries.
Only the strong survive to drive the car twice.
Oh! My wrecked car needs help;
Oh! My foolhardy driver needs help
The despoiled car got it's wound from exterior
Forces; where there is no necessity for protect
Asthenic tyre dawdle the speed;
The engines that fabricates the car now hassle,
Each other with hopeless range in anger
In this car, life live by the way car live life.
My enfeebled heart deems of the,
Mechanic who can revamp my sick car
My position calls for change which we need;
Marooning us inside the darkest tunnel to fracas,
The predators which we see not.
Let's have a heroic search,
Seeing not the vices of the past motorist.
Wheel the car oh driver!
Wheel the car to the right path
That the passenger serene
Wheel pass the motor park where other,
Cars swift with competition among them
My car my bucolic with countless myriad resources.
By: ADEBOYE JESUTOFUNMI?
Categories:
fabricates, future,
Form:
Idyll (Idyl)
contrary to popular religious belief
our universe was not created in a week
the universe did not spring from nowhere
spewing out planets and breathable air
that which constitutes the totality
has forever defined reality
difference lying within the constant changes
which evolution by any other name is
this world was not created for humankind
we adapted became physically aligned
to survive the environment our planet provides
what is possible becoming the ongoing guide
humans forgot their place within being
only themselves they now seem to be seeing
fortunately this universe does not care
if species is self-centered and unaware
that not one condition is ever permanent
including the so-called human experiment
no matter who or how long faith denies
fabricates larger, more intricate lies
self-righteousness and all consuming prayer
realty destroys it layer by layer
coming down to final analysis
existence shall always be all there is
Categories:
fabricates, creation, perspective, philosophy, religion,
Form:
Free verse
The words stumble from her lying
Mouth while her obtuse mind struggles
For likely continuity.
In due course the lie emerges
Full-blown, ready for deceiving
An innocent, unsuspecting
Host singled-out as the target.
This pathological liar
Fabricates the fundamentals
In a way that’s favorable
To her in case she is challenged.
There is no motive to look for
Because there really isn’t one.
She must lie and she’s good at it.
Categories:
fabricates, socialmyth,
Form:
Verse
One is inhibited
when to grasp for her
without care without pity,
a stark reminder
for those with intent
for behold a portrait of nature
when to gaze upon
the blushing Rose at home
amongst her guardian thorns
a rural delight
nurtured in the city
in grounds of remembrance
for there she sparkles,
as she fabricates the scented air
basks in the sunrise
shimmers in dawn’s breaking dew.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
Categories:
fabricates, rose,
Form:
Free verse
Somber Rebellion
Upon somber's horrid-rebellious fleet,
Corvus and ravens are victims who plead,
Nightmare which leeches through logic and glee,
Conceals itself behind bleaks ominous screams.
Coercion of luminity for pallid deeds,
Fabricates these mirrored-fraudulent beasts,
Wandering over a picayune defeat,
Condemning drab-shadows for your vulnerability.
Blight and woes for haul of gloom,
no stand for hope and bloom...
As it pulls us to an abyss of nothingness,
Why stand in path of haughtiness?
Concealer of truth, yet beholder of it too,
The coagulate of shade fears and escapes,
Across with warm bask of delicate ray,
Time's meticulous philosophy orders whoosh...it all Fades!
-Kethanramc
Categories:
fabricates, 9th grade, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
They say, Allah has got a son!
Whereas He is the Most Sacrosanct
And the Self-Sufficient One.
Everything that is in the skies
And the earth belongs to God.
You have no proof to show!
Do you allege about Allah what you don’t know?
Say, whoever fabricates lies against Allah the Truthful
Will never ever be successful.
Categories:
fabricates, religionallah, allah,
Form:
Free verse
Every woe is a new poem
A new prose which fabricates the stars in the galaxy
They say about the spilling blood out from the heart
Like satin wine-drops in the pages
Behold! They hold their luck inside
Tuck their malice, which are undone
Let them breath with your inhalation
Let them live with your recitation
Every patel-less flower is a poem
They caste off their laughter in the sand
Which dehydrate them and shows the
Hallucination of heaven
Behold! They are naked and weeping for mercy
Let them cover with your hands
Let them free with your recognition
Every mate-less bird is a poem
Whose feather get ruffled by the ugly wind
They lost their voice of laughter
Sing only to remember the guillotine of fate
Behold! They’re falling from the sky with a new tone
Let them fly with your complacence
Let them have their salvation by your sad feelings.
Categories:
fabricates, absence, imagination,
Form:
Narrative
He weaves coincidences
and makes up stories,
He creates stories
and makes up myths,
He spins tall tales—
Is he a poet or politician?
He loves with a passion
like a man on a mission…
He lies truthfully,
The truths he ever tell
are nothing but lies,
He fabricates true lies—
Is he a priest or a philanderer?
He’s suave, he’s savvy,
As the Satan would snatch sinful souls,
He steals your thoughts stealthily
and flirts with your alter ego
corrupting your subconscious —
Is he a saint or a savant?
~03/19/23
~Contest: A Simple Poetry
~Sponsor: John lawless
Categories:
fabricates, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
Heed then the touch of certainty
That mellows in uncertainty
There is a strange reason why change
Fabricates an odd feeling strange
Embrace the conflict that confronts
As soul and mind and heart bear brunt
Seek to run away from harsh pain
That raptures swellings in your brain
Yet adjust to ample clashing
As grey matter combusts blazing
Anger is a crude attempt here
To survive the pains that endear
Bear with uncertainty right now
Yet live with what sweepings endow
Clear madness moves such crazy times
Where complex feelings kill plain rhymes
Success comes after tensile purge
Briefly jerking the fleeting urge
Leon Enriquez
28 August 2017
Singapore
Categories:
fabricates, change,
Form:
Couplet
With empty capacious containers
the living entities
arrive arrogant
and depart desolate,
in between turn into
greed slaves to snatch
the unearned fortune,
getting sucked spellbound
within abyss of temptation.
In the inferno of
corporeal passion temporal,
the frenetic flare
laced by luring lust
debases the fervent feeling
of platonic pining,
but in blooming love
it can sparkle sublime
with the patina of penchant.
The chase of mirage
in the deceptive ego desert
etches the fragile footprints
of delusive dominance
with sandstorm trajectory,
but the squall of strife
over the dune of dwindled life
subsides in the inner space
of latent love configured
in the conceded cauldron
of self-less surrender.
In the blazing realm
of connived conflict
sane senses of sobriety
turn into cinder,
flaming the fiber of prudence,
but the shower of sagacity,
spurting from love fountain
with divine flamboyance
douses the fire of disdain
and
with the allayed ashes
fabricates the framework
of cordially congruent
epitome of existence.
Categories:
fabricates, analogy, angst, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
Focus, the master key that unlocks
Stoutly locked doors to your future
Feeds on discipline that blocks
Distractions and fractious fractions in your culture.
Focus, the gismo that breaks
Deadlocks and tames dreadlocks
In your environment where reckless wrecks
Catalyse red herrings teeming with simplistic spokes.
Focus, the catalysis that fires up your determination
To soldier on in spite of red herrings
Threatening to derail your momentous mission
As your momentum disentangles itself from surrender strings.
Focus, the factory that fabricates strategies
Techniques and methods to realise your potential
As you embark full throttle on your mission despite elegies
Composed and crooned in celebrations detractors deem essential.
Categories:
fabricates, poems,
Form:
Free verse
Have you seen the poker-faced man holding a deck of cards in his hand? He shows no emotions and displays no surprise but continuously fabricates the world’s most sinister lies.
He gives two personas to present to us all, and manipulates his way into power to hasten our fall.
Unseen, all pervasive, he hides our demise, the Jin and Jang of deception, suppression and lies.
False dichotomy adopting agents of fraud to change our perception and influence our thoughts to believe their deception they hold so dear, and brainwash the masses into the directions they steer.
His hidden hand controls all we know, to escape his web, where should we go?
The poker face man will outlive all of us, but his day will come when he’s turned into dust.
Judgement will rise and will fall, crush his deception, rendering him naked, exposed to us all.
Categories:
fabricates, allegory, extended metaphor, meaningful,
Form:
Rhyme
True feelings concealed craftily
beneath the sheath of surfeit psyche,
fragile fantasy of self sanguinity fostered
by the colors of chameleon skin,
evoke emotions surreptitious,
pretentiously paraded skillfully
away from the edge of reason,
epitomize cleverly the camouflaged ego.
The chase of mirage
in the deceptive self-esteem desert,
etches the frail footprints
of delusive dominance
with scathing sandstorm trajectory,
but the squall of strife
over the dune of dwindled life
subsides in the inner space
of latent devotion configured
in the conceded cauldron
of self-less surrender,
where the shower of sagacity,
spurting from the fountain of love
with heavenly flamboyance
fabricates the fluid framework
of cordially congruent epitome of existence.
When in anguished awareness
the flimsy frame of self-image breaks,
it sinks within to reach the soul
at the depth of prudent perception,
attains the sublime state of consciousness,
feels the divine connection with God.
The devout mantra of the sanctified soul,
intoned in the temple of the heart,
resonates with the symphony of sacred spirit,
transcends the self-seeking perimeter.
The cosmic creator of echoing silence of eternity
makes my awakened soul proclaim
the divine decree, I am the reflection of the absolute.
Categories:
fabricates, god, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse