Best Inapt Poems
A child of the sun, coldness she knew
not.
But the heat of the moment,
dependent
always uneasy but of passion,
resplendent.
The sun in setting, a lady she was
not.
A flower to compare but a rose inapt.
More an orchid, a beauty of the
tropics.
Or a frangipani, a temptation in her
frolics.
Chimera of the sun, at night a
woman entrap.
Loving, generous but of men she had
flaws.
Our rock in troubles, our source of
muscles.
Joy and laughter in her weird world
of tussles.
But hurt her friends, a tigress with
claws.
Rest in peace beautiful Rina, our
handsome Moses.
A beloved child of the sun, who loved
roses.
Categories:
inapt, eulogy, friendship, loss,
Form:
Sonnet
Serene Night
The ingress of celestial shadows above,
Around the surface of material structure.
Swallowing the brightness of day,darkness exchange,
And snaffling away what once deemed spate.
The soprano gradually creeping into solitude,
When the movers of life have journeyed in trance.
You enveloped the colour sheets in purple glimmers,
And sunlight bask diminished like game of solitaire.
Only the baste of soot creeps bated along,
The basket of life sleeps sinking prolong.
Of the capacious loom with loops of inapt tendencies,
And the cape of rest cresting the creole crevice.
When slumber is far taken and numbers regain,
And dews pervade the face of burgeoning light.
The beckon of bed and breakfast treat delight,
Will welcome the led of tracks from dusk till dawn.
Categories:
inapt, happinesslife,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Ages have passed in a matter of moments, imputable spells cast by one-eyed
wizards and inapt sages, a garden of thorns has blossomed in a field of stone;
broken is the plow by which the farmer lay, uncultivated are the best of the crop,
but treacherous are the ones effortlessly manipulated; Comatose is the white
light which arrives too late, always choosing to ride a wind that never blows,
Around the picture can be flipped, but even right side up it still might be upside
down; Learning can never be bad but believing you know it all will set you afire
and leave you unaware you are burning
Categories:
inapt, business, family, life, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
It stings to speak
When I remember the taste
Of your bitten skin
When I remember how
Your fists struck the wheel
As you drove in the rain
your soft face, caked with salt
When I speak
every toe clenches,
everything crashes,
my thoughts turn to you
and I remember…
How I reveled in pitching coals,
Watching each hot word
meet it’s mark
My fiery tongue
Uprooting and mottling
your deep healthy heart with insecurity
My sickly smile
Spreading with an inapt pride
Over a mess,
my red hands
my “justified” rage…
I was thought I was queen,
a delegator,
but I was just too wrong to know
Though words lend me no help
they sting in my mouth
they will never be enough
and though it is nothing now,
I’m sorry.
Categories:
inapt, sad, sorry,
Form:
Free verse
It's strange to me,
to find myself smitten
with a man
who hesitates
on even the most inapt situations
that need not urgency
yet I adore him
for all the stars he ate
and words his tongue forgot to savor
when did love become so distasteful
for you, dear
I've relished in your zest
of aimless compulsions
and my belly discerns
sweet from rotten
yet I do not uproot
the fruit
you so selfishly sprout,
for it is mine
all mine to devour
Categories:
inapt, lost love
Form:
Free verse
Move on you persnickety soul.
Normal doesn't really exist.
Take leave oh inadequate power.
For the doyen of your being shouts
halt! halt! halt!
This blanket does not warm you.
The bed it has been made.
But lying in it is your choice.
Fly away fly away fly away.
Find the inartificial being hidden somewhere.
Why remain incognito?
Is reality to much to bear?
Dicovery a stangest stranger
inapt of complement to one I knew
For a soul as wonderous can not covert.
This being is not you
Shilly shally all the day.
Tell me why I cannot pervade
Do I sear also?
Being part of your pain?
If that is th case I cannot remain.
But where will I go,
and where will you be,
when and if it's discovered,
that we are a we?
Shilly shally I say !
I must go away
I am the unreal one, I cannot stay
no longer shilly shallied way
Categories:
inapt, passion, visionary,
Form:
Accepting an unpleasant certainty.
The poignant silence of an empty home.
Unanswered calls relay disharmony.
The world is melancholy monochrome.
No person should be made to feel ashamed
Of intimate emotions. Left to roam.
I know I shouldn’t cast abrasive blame,
But pain can make me act in ways inapt.
I’m left to wonder, was it all just games?
No sense of closure. Have my heart strings snapped?
With ev’ry passing moment all alone
I know the doors are closing, I am trapped.
An icy rain is falling ‘pon my throne.
Categories:
inapt, absence, anxiety, dark, heartbreak,
Form:
Terza Rima
Intuition snaps a thin slice.
A shortcut fast and frugal.
It rules with thumb, feels with gut,
both unconscious and instinctive.
It takes the best,
what it knows is apt and really matters.
It ignores the rest,
what it knows is inapt and just claptrap.
So hold your gaze in contemplation.
Delay your blink, not to think,
but to let your instincts make snap decisions.
The instant you blink,
that's it,
it's done,
shuttered and dusted.
Categories:
inapt, fate, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
Tormented soul
And the poetries sleeping underneath.
Prosecuted silhouette,
And the senses slough off and weep.
Deep inside a cage
It wants a hibernation.
Throw some sorry look
Penetrating an inapt haze.
Serpentine days pass by
Followed by strangled nights.
And, then it wants to breathe,
Under the warmth of ragged poetry.
Categories:
inapt, solitude,
Form:
Free verse
I remember the day
your hands supported my cycle
for the last time,
showing me the world ahead
which cannot survive
on the paddle of dependency.
I remember the day
your shrimpy rebuke
corrected my inapt words
after which I started
disrespecting disrespect.
I remember the day
your shoulders grew enough
and so did my body weight
that I understood
now it'd be the time
for my shoulders to do for you.
I remember the days
your experiences implanted in me
the seed of integrity
which just like you
would never get old
But wiser and wiser day by day.
Categories:
inapt, father, father daughter, love,
Form:
Free verse
To be well, is to have Doors opened
close the inapt doors
attempt to do it right
untangle from the mistakes
Categories:
inapt, allegory, allusion, literature, metaphor,
Form:
Epigram
Across the daily bridge I stoop,
to gaze upon the world,
always with the option overhead,
two faces of the same mint,
or just as likely liquid mirror,
in the very widest sense,
but such ad hoc aspects wanting,
further clarity as time unfolds,
ripple of the passing current,
flutter from a proud human voice,
stir in the second musings,
the sort that flit erratically,
with side to side dawn chanson,
Am I lost to early groundswell?
when observing without ruse,
at the recess of each bend,
as I journey through the morn,
with that omniscient perk,
one hailed as living wonder,
which far too few revel in,
despite its spectrum burst,
those clouds of energy,
magically arouse contagion boundless,
catchment hub without a catch,
spiral vim catcher taking hold,
keep that thought circulating,
hold that second, clutch that minute,
grasp the hour, stake your day,
season doesn’t matter at this point,
exhilarated cluster like a roundabout,
whirring, spinning, care free,
vortex, suction cup, tantaliser,
ample flourish latest vocal trend,
inhibition, tight restraint, closed lip,
inapt, not welcome, not here,
if only life zest would prevail,
magnet for enthusiast of whom,
the myriads exalt subliminally,
I swear an oath to cosmos,
unswerving in my fervor
Categories:
inapt, beautiful, celebration, city, deep,
Form:
Free verse
In the crowd the anxious feeling was contagious.
There was a general feeling of disquiet.
A foreboding loomed, that something pending, might happen.
Cornered eyes darted around fleeting expectant.
Then, someone yelled: "Fire!", "Fire!"
The crowd panicked, instant stampede for exits, disaster!
Did anyone look for smoke?
Did anyone smell any smoke in the air?
Did anyone see a flame?
Did anyone hear a fire alarm go off?
The heightened anxiety quelled any delay to react.
On another day when the crowd was less anxious,
and anxiety was much less held in common in the crowd,
the outcome could be different, a matter of time and expectation.
People would have taken their time to use their senses,
To confirm if the fear was real and whether a reaction was justified and when.
Time to poise, and take stock of the situation
before the 'fight or flight' was triggered.
Fear is also less contagious,
when anxiety is less infectious and inflamed.
Anxiety is anticipation of a threat that might happen.
We fear the threat of what might happen,
when that known anxiety is realised and comes to fruition.
Fear requires a trigger and a finger to squeeze thereon.
Anxiety is just the gun in the cupboard or holster.
So to fell the fear one needs to quell one's anxiety
Put away the gun, lock it up, throw away the key.
Learn to know your anxieties
carried as 'troubles in the old kit bag',
Learn how to put them down, throw them away,
bury them deep into the realms of the unknown.
For fear is anxieties known.
Fear erupts from threats
Emits from anxiety, that you know you know
are threats: real, silly, dire, fake, inherited, inapt, inept.
Threats to be or not to be, never to be.
So, to fell fear, quell anxiety!
Categories:
inapt, angst, fear, feelings,
Form:
Free verse