Best Nirvana Poems
Free me from servitude of constraining boundaries
Guiding life’s journey, questing meadows pristine,
Beyond void of nothingness, afar hills of misery,
Rescuing from oblivion, from doorways of abyss,
From pathos of mortality, from realm so ordinary,
Take me, sweet fairy, beyond world of drudgery.
Thrusting spirit of vitality, show me where to exit,
For verdant prairies burbling streams of serenity
Buoying ambrosial instincts of ethereal themes,
Seeking supernatural intrigue of esoteric dreams
Vying ecstatic feelings blossoming dawns of bliss;
Take me, sweet fairy, to the frontiers of tranquility.
Navigate me away from emptiness roiling destiny,
Away from the distraught flaunting pride egoistic,
Away from ambitions yearning things materialistic
On the wings of enlightenment leading to harmony,
Transporting to transcendence~ heavenly, idyllic;
Take me, sweet fairy, to peacefulness of sanctity.
Lift me above darkness of life’s tenebrous clouds,
Enlighten visage of impercipient, ignorant shrouds,
Attaining equilibrium within purpose and meaning
Discarding grievances that steal virtuous equities;
Take me to nirvana ~ to paradise of utopian peace,
Take me, sweet fairy, to domain of blissful ecstasy.
September 15, 2022
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 32 – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Take Me to Nirvana
the eightfold path
deep meditation ~
revelation
Just you and me, cogitating intently, placidly,
Contemplating peaceably, balance of being,
Listening to birdsongs jubilantly serenading
Tranquility luxuriating upon hills and valleys
Where bees on blossoms propagate symbiosis
Amid euphonic winds soothing glint evening
Caressing buoyancy on ebb and flow of tides
When, upon golden arc, sunbeams subside
Scintillating leisurely amber glow of eventide
Congruent on horizon where pelicans glide
Hushed in sunset ochre, etching crimson sky
On quiescent ocean shore lost in idyllic vibes
Just you and me, placid, in amity of seaside
Calming pulsing beats, consoling complexity,
Breathing-in holy serenity, exhaling impurity~
Transcendent feelings, blissfully in harmony.
September 20, 2021
Placed 1st: “N” Poems, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Take me to Nirvana . . . but wait.
There’s still so much to do right here
in this place, my earthly estate.
To finish, I’ll need one more year.
Or maybe a decade I’ll need!
Take me to Nirvana . . . but wait.
Am I prepared to be freed?
To face death first, then meet my fate?
I think I haven’t a clean slate.
More decades I’ll need – two or three.
Take me to Nirvana . . . but wait.
Will bliss even be greeting me?
My mind can’t fathom such great bliss
in this world so crazed filled with hate.
Yet home is home. I’m used to this!
Take me to Nirvana . . . but wait.
Sept. 20, 2022
for Edward Ibeh's Pick-A-Title, Vol 32 - Poetry Contest
Title #3: Take Me to Nirvana
Attune yourself to see the miracle of music.
Merging with the dance is truly ecstatic.
Hey! Swing, sway and frisk, every way it’s fantastic!
Stir your senses, I wanna hear your riotous roar.
Unbound and bounce, in you I see Terpsichore
Just dance, just dance! Forget every frightening chore!
I call it meditation, the best way of catharsis.
Whirl, twist, sway and spin under wonderful hypnosis.
Dance! Just dance, it needs no basics!
Hey! Go with the beat. Dance to the tune of your heartbeat.
Don’t stop, keep stomping your feet.
Groove, groove, groove!
Don’t stop, don’t stop that move!
Yes! You are a blend of perfection.
I know dancing is an addiction,
Unbound soul’s reflection.
Groove, groove, groove!
Don’t stop, don’t stop that move!
To hell with the stares!
Come on come on who cares!
Dance to the music of spheres!!
17/03/2019
Aruba
Pink and orange sunsets
Surrounded by tropical
Joy, people smiling at breakfast.
Urged by the scenery
To fully relax
And smell morning’s coffee
Beyond my tablet,
I spy the delightful
Petite snow-colored
Flowers that peek
Like faeries
Through their
Fuchsia motherboard
Amongst
The fragrant bougainvillea
Climbing toward heaven
From whence she came
I sigh my first sigh of
vacation.
Written 3-19-2019
Contest: Bougainvillea
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
There will be bliss,
when I enter the promised land;
I will go beyond the blue sky abyss,
and God will take my hand.
Beyond the gates I will find a heavenly park,
a nirvana- and on a path I will embark;
oh, the song of a meadowlark,
I wonder will I recall earth and reminisce.
I pray each day,
oh, take me to nirvana God;
I am so weary- please take me away,
earth is a facade- flawed.
I can see in my mind your heavenly paradise,
in eternal tranquility there will be a peace nice;
of grief I have paid the price,
beyond the firmament I imagine an archway.
Nirvana divine,
a life everlasting world;
where all hues of nature exist and twine,
and with stardust I am whirled.
There will be no pain, no worry- just serene rest,
when I am in nirvana and Utopia blessed;
I guess living is just a test,
so, on this journey I will try my best to shine.
______________________
September 17, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Take Me To Nirvana
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1490-800-17
All Rights Protected, 2022, Constance La France
Theme Chosen - #3 Take Me To Nirvana
Written for the Standard contest, Pick-A-Title, Vol.32
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Judged 10/14/2022
Third Place
How many couples on honeymoon, read poetry aloud
or novels to each other?
Some do consider that a highly, loving, memorable treasure.
On a honeymoon, dare you say?
My unforgettable memory, that I would unflinchingly repeat,
just bring me back to that day!
Cable car bells ringing in the San Francisco night, oh
so softly heard.
The background to us, newlyweds, such sweet,tender,
young love birds.
Surrounded by the City's etereal gauze-like moist fog.
How I watched your eyes dance over the words.
Making my heart shine like glowing embers on a log!
I really was so complete with you.
More than any of the finest words can say!
Simply just we two, our love-ghosts still reading can be
heard, over forever our ~City by the Bay.
May 16, 2020
4pm PST
Poem # 1271
We need to find Shangri-la, my heart said.
Great idea! Soul replied with a blast.
We'll relive lifetimes we've had in the past!
We have to find it before we are dead.
Arranged for my dog and my cat to be fed.
Packed a small bag. Gave my husband a kiss.
You'll be okay, he replied. Snake gave me a hiss.
Friends were askance. Are you right in the head?
From nation to hamlet my searching self flew.
Greeted in Mexico, Africa and Chad.
Some beautiful places, none of them bad.
All of a sudden my heart and I knew.
My joyful, happy, excited soul then
Found it not in Amsterdam or Dover
Yet the search for Shangri-la was now over.
Knowing I shall never search for her again
I raced back to my gorgeous country side.
To feed my own husband and my happy pets.
It was an easy decision, to jump on those jets.
My home is the best! I ran quickly inside.
I yelled, Shangri-la was here all the time
My husband rolled his hazel all-knowing eyes
I am not kidding! This is the prize!
He handed me a pie, my favorite key lime.
Written: 9-15-2019
Contest: Pick a Title Volume 9- Enclosed Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Sitting on the porch
Seventy-two degrees.
Rooster crows.
Contented cat at my feet.
Dog silently chases squirrels
Favorite sandals
Feels like I am barefoot
Comfy nightie
Birds sing
Nirvana
"G" in the Ghana stands for Greatness
You will find the Comfort in the "H" which stands for Home
And Savour the spontaneity you will find in the "A" which stands For Adventure
Who can deny the serenity experienced in the "N" which stands for Nation
And the grand solace in the final "A" which stands for All.
These and many more can be experienced in the Nirvana Called Ghana
Where the People are Hospitable, and Lively
If you want to catch a warm welcome someday, make a trip to my West African Nirvana, where everything is beautiful and Welcoming.
Akwaaaba (Welcome), Always, to this Heaven you will never forget.
A Nirvana Called Ghana
By Asangalisah Akantere Isaiah
"Shadows of Nirvana"
Once the war was over
they burnt all the books
words
were of no importance
anymore,
Nirvana’s tears
felt in the reign
relief
for all the shadows
one burning candle
one immaculate flame
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
‘PURPLE NIRVANA JOURNAL’
Dedicated to the legendary Kurt Cobain—(20 February 1967—5 April 1994)
“What else could I write—I don’t have the right.....”
Words are a big pile of contradiction—split down the middle, sincerity and fiction
Feelings we have, sarcastic rebuttals—bohemian clichés exhausted and shuffled
Finding my nest of salt—every word an imperfection, fault, defected assault
Translated opinions an obvious search—proof of intelligence wasted besmirch
“I’m not like them, but I could pretend—the sun is gone but I have a light...”
An infrared light will stimulate the sun in winter—when darkness comes everything splinters
Infinity does not exist mathematics is based on ten—numeral variations create a retrogressive pen
To be forever positive ignores all that represents significance, value sanctified
To be ceaselessly negative threatens derision creating instant credibility nullified
“I wish I was like you-- easily amused... I’ll take all the blame... Aqua sea-foam shame...”
Talk to your friends, they will offer you lists--- remedies already tried, they don’t exist
Translated opinions are apparent attempts investigating proof of intelligence
Abusive, obscure descriptive words—a desperate expression, sincere but seldom heard
We stare at the sky with petrified vision—clouded images of a purple collision
Sunburn, frostbite, prevailing bronze star-- noteworthy disfigurement scar
All in all is all we are.....
Tonight I reappear in my gleaming silver gown,
my neutrons fusing to glitter your little town,
a family reunion of stars dancing in Milky Way,
you'll see the Helix Nebula of Aquarius in silver array.
Celestial ballroom to brighten the dwarf planet you call,
poor Pluto in desolate black hole of sudden downfall.
The tiny planet no longer charms earthly creatures,
transient in eternal universe-- oblivious preachers.
The comet they've named Halley had told me long back,
exploding stars in supernova fulfill wishes--their knack.
Alas! We laugh but burn to make your planet glow,
until this loop circles to your Sun in Big Bang blow,
aloof from this sham I'll pour love as a sprinkling spinner;
Oh! Just so you know in Kuiper Belt, Pluto is a winner.
July 4, 2020
You are a star Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
I invite the Triple Jewel from Ten directions
And from the past, present and future.
Namo Bhagavate Amitabhaya Tathagataya.
To the Buddha I take refuge
To the Dharma I take refuge
To the Sangha I take refuge
May all beings form great assembly, all in harmony
I seek the blessings of Arahats for Dharma & Vinaya
Let Transiency (Anicca), Sorrow (Dukkha,
And No-soul (Anatta) enlightened me
And be a raft to escape from birth and death.
What is transient is painful
Let not pleasure be a prelude to pain.
Birth is suffering, old age is suffering,
Disease is suffering, death is suffering,
To be united with the unpleasant and
To be separated from the pleasant,
Not to receive what one craves for.
Lead me kindly to Nirvana.
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Sixth place winner
Contets : Encore in honor of John heck
*Nirvana means salvation