Best Fallowed Poems
It is not a conversation you overhear,
Like the questions rolling underfoot,
"Who goes there?".
You can see the grass has told
How tall to grow
To the chicory, dandelions and clover.
At the edge of the pitch
Where competition is stiff,
They grow bigger, taller and bolder;
Yet in each new match, every plant,
Agrees to a height and no taller.
Till in the next field over, where it's wild and fallowed,
It's to the death, all bets are off, and no foul.
2,21,2020
Categories:
fallowed, flower, nature, sports,
Form:
Light Verse
Spiritual injection,
soul to the bone marrow gene therapy
Regeneration revived me,
when grace was bestowed abundantly
Dipped my soul in the water,
emerged with a spark of godly desire
I wanted to be holy ...
be elevated higher
I felt the fire
as it began to burn within
The flames of purification
burned away all my sins
And the fire kept burning within
Melted away my stony heart,
reshaped it into a new spiritual organ
More generous,
more compassionate
More empathy,
more circumspect
What now burns within,
grows more intense everyday
My old desires all burning away
Embers of the past cremated into ash;
buried under the tree,
next to the leaves of all my ill-gotten cash
Resurrected bones born in the fire ---
I walk by faith on the water of troubles,
every blessing from above now doubled
What burns within ...
is a gift from the Everlasting Almighty
What burns within ...
birthed a new spirit that guides me rightly
What burns within ...
cleared away all my doubt and pain
What burns within ...
fallowed my soul to be born again
Categories:
fallowed, inspirational, spiritual, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
In a world decayed by tyrants and greed,
Serving the human for the human mans creed.
Separation and conflict, the terms we now know
Where once The Last Bastion “Hope” used to grow
Defensible positions push further the lines
Where once the Hearth kept us warm through the times
The surety of plenty now fallowed with salt
Our Promised Land lays dormant, brought to a halt
Successor and Succor were once the lands governed
Brought low by obsession, greed is now covered
By laws and amendments they do what they will
Never giving care to the blood that they spill
A spearheaded tactic, to punch through the lies
Conviction and reason, the common ones cries
To once again see a world of solace and care
To take away hatred, and an end to despair
So with this, The Last Bastion “Hope” you can see
The salt lifted from a land that was once diseased
And never more daunted by an endless abyss
With “Hope” Comes “Love” and in the end … is “Bliss”
Categories:
fallowed, world,
Form:
Couplet
my angel, fallen ...
gossamer linen, violet lace
window-dressing body, pressing
goddess of unblemished grace
beckoning - urge reckoning
clasp me, push me ... down with you.
close, to see my eyes in yours
heart of darkness, warm and artless
measured with our carnal cores
fallowed - soon, unhallowed
pull me, draw me ... down with you.
savor sweet, your taste is mine
greedy swallows fill my hollows
faultless form, engorged supine
whetted - blade unfettered
cut me, rend me ... down with you.
pity, fawn to take me in
I, the frozen quarry, chosen
bartered virtue, ceded sin
merging - madness surging
gather me, wrench me ... down with you.
each dynamic sates a thirst
a darkened oath devours both
raptured sighs so unrehearsed
spasm - plunging chasm
drench me, drown me ... down with you.
painted nails to flay my frame
stripes of lust, a jealous trust
lesions roused for fervor's flame
unversed - do your worst
stain me, rake me ... down with you.
feral places, once denied
cognate parts to blackened hearts
souls and selves we can't divide
twisted - double-fisted
grind me, burn me ... down with you.
sing to me a siren's wail
rip the rhyme from all sublime
watch the frenzied portions flail
disguised - hell, improvised
smite me, drag me ... down with you.
all in, my angel ... fallen
so sweetly, and
so deeply
down.
with.
you.
** This is a poetic form I created called “Torridelle”, (not the actual shape, but the rhyme scheme, phrasing and metre). **
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Categories:
fallowed, imagery, metaphor, muse, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
* This is a rather intricate form I created called a “Torridelle” - I hope you enjoy it! *
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my Angel, fallen ...
gossamer linen, violet lace
window-dressing body, pressing
goddess of unblemished grace
beckoning - urge reckoning
clasp me, push me ... down with you.
close, to see my eyes in yours
heart of darkness, warm and artless
measured with our carnal cores
fallowed - soon, unhallowed
pull me, draw me ... down with you.
savor sweet, your taste is mine
greedy swallows, fill my hollows
faultless form, engorged supine
whetted - blade unfettered
cut me, rend me ... down with you.
pity, fawn to take me in
I, the frozen quarry chosen
bartered virtue, ceded sin
merging - madness surging
gather me, wrench me ... down with you.
each dynamic sates a thirst
a darkened oath devours both
raptured screams yet unrehearsed
spasm - plunging chasm
drench me, drown me ... down with you.
painted nails to flay my frame
stripes of lust, a jealous trust
lesions roused for fervor's flame
unversed - do your worst
stain me, rake me ... down with you.
feral places, once denied
cognate parts to blackened hearts
souls and selves we can't divide
twisted - double-fisted
grind me, burn me ... down with you.
sing to me a siren's wail
rip the rhyme from all sublime
watch the frenzied portions flail
disguised - hell, improvised
smite me, drag me ... down with you.
all in, My Angel ... fallen
so sweetly, and
so deeply
down.
with.
you.
Categories:
fallowed, analogy, body, love, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
ODE TO A NEVER RECEDING ECHO
For Onyebuchi
Day and night in an eternal combat.
A truce : the eternal cycle of night and light
Lost in the ruse of an eclipse.
Where is the truce in the ruse of going and coming?
You found yours swinging on that threshold,
Where udara tree dances to the choirs of the wind.
Then you bend to itch the scratch.
The debt of birth repaid too soon.
Where lion wimp and head dancer limp!
Crippled Aligo!!!
Have you journeyed through the chart on your palm ?
After a drunken sip of prerian spring.
Soured tryst with Sophia.
Cherubim through the umbilical returns
To the progenitor?not conceived! Unborn!!
Halo on rusty hair sits.
Or was it your iyiuwa. Unburnt
Pleat, unpleat then pleat…
Under the star-apple tree,
Where all roads meet
Do not live on the threshold
Stay with me, ignore the whispers of these shadows
Itching your feathered cap.
You have sucked through this nipple time dry
Leave her, now flaccid, bosom. see she shrieks.
Head of the Baptist shrieks
Superfluous gift for many half Christs,
Too proud for Baptism.
I wonder why?
A pine piercing the sun
Withers at the descent of a dozen, score moon.
Eleodimmuo it is you I am calling.
You, eternity lost in time.
A dance to a never receding echo
If now is dusk, I hope the echo stays
At least,for me, a pedagogic star.
While the magi?me, beside the manger wait
For the birth of light.
While owl hoots dove’s lullaby;
Vulture hatching in eagle’s nest.
You are my Ogbanje, my forerunner
Even if the lips of days hums dirge as they pass
Now, Soldier ant from the udara returns. again.
Matching, invading my tryst, feasting on a depleted layer.
Futile to chase; deliberate in pace
Need I learn this tune?if it never rest?
Fallowed stream bites as dreams cradle me.
The black thing chants Ogbanje, Ogbanje and I sign
At this never receding echo.
In memory of Onyebuchi
If you in dancing to, faults, my beat. see a fore admission of a mortal's fallibility
Uraoma Nwannem
© Chikwado Nwattah . 2014
Categories:
fallowed, brother, death, death of
Form:
Elegy
In the dark shadows,
Fallowed, shallowed and hollowed,
Some remain sorrowed.
Categories:
fallowed, dark, emotions, life, sorrow,
Form:
Haiku
Wicked winds and wandering mists,
Moonlit hours and secret trysts,
Spells and charms; unhallowed loam,
Stealthy do the witches roam.
Boiling cauldrons, smoke and fire,
Fallowed fields, dearth and dire,
Ungodly grants that demons give—
O’ thou must suffer not a witch to live.
Categories:
fallowed, gothic, halloween, mythology, october,
Form:
Rhyme
Behind forest there is beautiful meadow
Upon it trees cast shadow
The extensive boughs of oak tree
Give it primordial majesty
Beneath the forest a stream
In which all kinds of fish swim
Small lake nourishes the stream
It is wonderful like a dream
The edge of the pond is covered by rushes
Through the water skitter blazes
Horsetail not as tall as in past ages
Aura put on a soul by marsh marigold never cases
Upon the meadow bumble bee
Will be
First thing you will see
Fallowed by flowers full of beauty
From dandelions and butterfly weed
To hardy geranium, and tiger lilies, all growing from a seed
The bees make honey that is sweet
From the various flowers beneath your feet
Coming from the East
Meadow is slowly engulfed by a mist
With it comes cool summer breeze
You close your eyes suddenly you know what meaning of life is
The meadow is beautiful but it has limitations
So what are limitations
The fact that you can only see
What your biology
Allows you to see
And if you could see
What abstract rather than concrete mind can see
This vision also limited would be
Limitation is you need consciousness to have a soul
Limitation is you need a soul
At all
Limitation is that you die if you fall
And that you have to die at all
Limitation is the second law of thermodynamics you have to obey
And if you’d be so tall
That this law you wouldn’t need to obey
Other limitations would come your way
At any day
Even if you can think beyond abstract
Yet have your body and mind intact
And that ability came from concrete mind
And once reached different growth for the mind
You would find
You would still be partially blind
Even if you were writer of destiny
Or be omnipotent in your immortality
If you could reach infinity
All meaning disappearing would be
So how the heck can one be free
One possibility
Is when I look in her eyes as I kiss her seeing her soul glisten
We have no limitation
Categories:
fallowed, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
..just then
It was just there, a few weeks ago,
When the Sun was high;
Nestled with Fleabane;
Pillowed in Stitchwort.
Barely fern-like and feathery, just new,
A small Astilbe, from somewhere.
Growing was newer, just then,
Hinting boundlessness, endlessness;
Stirring in Bindweed;
Rising in Buttercups.
This slanting-orange morning, just now,
Spade in hand to save the Astilbe, I find it gone;
Taken by Redroot,
Fallowed by Sorrel.
Barely reddish, silent, nubile green, just new,
The small Astilbe from somewhere, now gone!
I guess it was a moment’s treasure, just then.
Like oblique light upon the wood, just now.
Or parched Cocklebur,
Or withered Hop.
Categories:
fallowed, autumn,
Form:
Blank verse
Listen to my tale of two lovers that ventured forth,_From two waring peoples for up in the north.__O now Littlefire was the daughter of the chief,_And she knew to tell her father of her love would just bring him grief.__Now Icefox was a noted warrior with stealth knowing and pride,_But his love for Littlefire he knew he just couldn't hide.__Now on a cold clear night they ventured forth to a place they were to meet,_A little house of ice their own small retreat.__But a vindictive soul fallowed and hurried back to the people to tell,_Oh and for the lovers this didn't bode well.__Oh untill it was to late they never heard a sound,_And there in each others arms the two lovers were found.__Now the chief's met to give punishment for what the two lovers did,_Oh the shame to their families was something that could not be easily hid.__So sentanced by the chief's death would be the price,_Their living hearts cut from there chests and togather barried deep with in the ice.__O but you can't kill passions flame or put out the fire of love,_Now the beauty of their hearts still burns in the night time skies above.Now if you don't belive my tale then you should venture forth,_Look into the skies up in the north,_And when there love is shining bright on cold clear nights._You will see what we call the great Northern Lights.__Oh Native people call it Icefire in the north But for their people that watched them die,_It will ever be known of as Littlefire loving Icefox in the sky.__So ends my tale of two lovers that paid the ultamit prece,_But the fire of their love will alway reflect in the night time sky from deep with in the ice.
Categories:
fallowed, love, passion, people, night,
Form:
Narrative
In the stark semi-private
Shared by rotating hip replacements
Her bed was along the far wall
Boasting a south facing window
With a view of a fallowed field
And the phases of the moon whose light
Set the specks of windshield
Embedded in the helmet
On her bedside table
To sparkle like diamonds
9/12/2019
Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Ironic Zink
Categories:
fallowed, appreciation, life, recovery from,
Form:
Imagism
THY EYES'
SAW FROZEN BEAUTY
STOOD LIKE THEE ANTARTIC
FROZEN TODAY
FELT YOR COLD HEART
LIKE MY SCULPTURE
UNNOTICE R'
YOU...
ME...
FALLOWED BY
LOVE OH
INVISIBALE IT SEEMS TO BE
INDEED SUCH RESILIANCE
STAY NO MORE
SAY NONE THE LESS
LOVE NOT ENOUGH
Categories:
fallowed, lost loveurdu,
Form:
Ghazal
Life is such a fickle thing, ever changing and shifting as we are carried upon the down of feathered wings. How often I am greeted with a reminder of mortality's bitter cry only to see the beauty that nearly passed me by. Happiness, pain, all things time will rend as we step carefully through the maze of sins, and even now as I look ahead at the path made clear I fear the others will soon be here. Another left turn fallowed by a right or two as I seek refuge from those whos fun leaves me broken and abused. Footsteps now drawing near, closing the gap and still no end in sight to spare me an attack. Clip-clop the strongest grows near only to grasp feathers as I look back with a sneer, a brilliant light and a flutter of wings carry me out of reach and into the protection...only morning can bring.
Categories:
fallowed, angel, art, dream, poems,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I walked knowingly into the trap
as a boat sails over Charybdis.
Afraid of showing tell-tale marks
up and down my arms.
I gave in to the lesser evil,
went astray, searching indiscriminately for an escape.
My search lead me to a certain type of website.
Taking refuge in my libido,
I removed my clothes, alone.
My body laid bare, for the asking.
My hands requesting to obediently serve,
on anonymous screens, no compensation required.
A grave and pendulous weight dragging between my legs.
The cucumbersome weight of my cathartic defilement.
A diseased organ between my ears.
Caught in that black hole,
my soul’s spaghettification.
Time wore on, the unseen eyes multiplying.
Demands getting out of hand,
stretching even the limits of my self-destruction.
“It’s 1:30 pm, gimme some lunch.”
“It’s 7:30 pm, I’ve got a sweet tooth.”
“It’s 11:30 pm, show me a story?”
“It’s 3:15 am, help me get some sleep?”
Even my pain drained away from me,
as my insides had, without count.
My soul, also ejecting away from me in fragments.
The catharsis transmuted into self-hate,
and so the coil twisted tighter,
I’d mistaken that numbness for catharsis.
Piece by piece becoming a useful, well used vessel.
A brush with death saved my life.
Seizing my mind and body
in every sense I could illustrate.
A convalescence began, seeding love.
My once desolate heart, fallowed, now fertile.
Love now sustains me. Though I’m a vessel still,
but now for healing, knowing shame intimately, without terror.
I bring it into the light, letting compassion overflow.
Cycling forward to completeness once more, finally whole again.
Categories:
fallowed, abuse, addiction, body, change,
Form:
Free verse