Best Offshoots Poems
” You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars.” -Desiderata
We put down roots and bear our fruits.
With dear offshoots, we are like trees.
Stars wink their eye, burn bright and die.
No asking why - we are like these!
For A Strand (1070) Poetry Contest
Categories:
offshoots, life, people, universe,
Form:
Verse
In a parallel universe
Is there another me?
Somewhere in a parallel universe
Quite near, yet very far
In a magical world
Where I have long white wings
I wave them upon mighty Oceans
Against the ferocious storms
Rest them on crowded offshoots of dark jungles
And return back at night to the den
That lies up in mountains ___ above the clouds...
In yet another universe near by
Is there a different me__?
Trapped inside a cage
Wings atrophied__
The art of flying forgotten__
Even the desire __ to take a flight __is dead
Just walls __
And walks__ In a close loop...
Or is it just me?
One and only __ in the unlimited multiverses
But these feelings in my beating heart__
Something in my mind___ tells me
They exist...
Are they, like me, thinking about me__ right now?
What if one of them open a portal
And enter my world___
How would we feel?
Would we like each others’ life style?
Or is it, “grass is always greener on the other side”
But I wish her to be the one with mighty feathers
Would Swipe my life with her __ for a day or two
To feel my long dark hair
Floating on air waves
As I glide and soar high & high
Above the world
In a sweel parallel universe
(10th July 2021)
Paghunda Zahid
Categories:
offshoots, allusion, planet, universe,
Form:
Free verse
I, Davis, am the founding father of Chemical Engineering
It is something that many new scientists find endearing
The American Institute of Chemical Engineering started
When jobs, which I helped create, came and imparted
Unit operations is the Chemical Engineer’s key
To what we are truly desiring and meant to be
Other offsprings of the field are coming nowadays
Process Systems Engineering is one that stays
Bioengineering is another area at which I brought
So many offshoots did I create just by my thought
Chemical thermodynamics sounds hard to do
That is just another thing that I did venture into
This field is growing which I knew it would go
I put everything into it, all that I could know
Have kept an eye out for the difficulty factor
But I have never left this field, I’m not a defector
Russell Sivey
Categories:
offshoots, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
November trees of russet lace,
Where birds roost high on boughs and sing
A hymn for cycle’s last embrace
That graces Autumn’s flight, winging.
Though lustrous fig robed in full bloom
Pours hued leaves from its tinted drape,
As rush of stems expresses gloom
While flakes descend to grate, to scrape.
And maple hangs along night’s lane
Each branch a mark of life’s romance,
When offshoots glaze praising her reign
For days’ ending, a farewell glance.
O trees bow downcast on ash limbs,
Till fall returns, her chimed promise.
Eve Roper’s Sonnet 11/22/2016
Categories:
offshoots, autumn, goodbye, tree,
Form:
Sonnet
I used to love my combat boots.
In O.D. green I felt grassroots.
Sporty shorts and long straight hair
Any whistle got my glare.
My favorites, now, are boots’ offshoots!
© February 8, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Categories:
offshoots, funny, history
Form:
Limerick
Obsession
Obsession with "O's"
Oh, obsession’s obfuscating oligarchy
Oceans of oblivion
Outrage in ostentatious obsession
Overrun in hurricanes named obdurate and obstinate
Overtures of oxidized compulsive orchestration in
Obbligatos overflowing obituaries -
Overbearing octaves of the obsequious –
Orations of overt objections
Objectivity overpopulated by opportunistic obtuse –
Obsession outweighing optimist’s objectives –
Openness offspring overrun by
Ominous hunters of sweet oblations ordained
Oscillating between logic and obsession unchallenged
Orthodoxy obscures opportunity
Officially ostracizes open-mindedness –
Original the outsider - occupied the outlier -
Observes only obstructive operations
Obedience to the one-track offertory
Of overstocked outdated ordinances,
Offshoots of outmoded operatic ornaments
Odious opium overdose of the obscene
Onyx odors overpowering odes
Offered on the altar of originality -
Obliterating oligarchy of obsession
9-23-21
Sponsor: Constance La France
Contest: “O” Contest
Categories:
offshoots, angst,
Form:
Free verse
A spider plant* with many offshoots --
The mother firmly holds onto her little girl's hand at the nursery.
*Chlorophytum comosum
Categories:
offshoots, analogy, daughter, family, image,
Form:
Imagism
Come out with me, my love.
The sun is shining bright today.
Come let’s enjoy the calm
Despite this mighty winter’s day.
For look ominous dark clouds gather
On the periphery of the horizon.
But it will not rain today, it's calm.
Only wispy white clouds can be seen rising.
Sure the trees are bare and icicles
Hang lonely here and there on darkish branches.
Still there is no cold wind to speak of.
Leafless offshoots will be still, not one dances.
Come out with me, my love.
The sun is shining bright today.
Come let’s enjoy the calm
Despite this mighty winter’s day.
Slowly follow the uneven path
Until a meandering rill we detect.
It leads towards a homely tavern
Two cups of hot black coffee we won't reject.
Night will soon creep upon our cold world
Back home we must soon repair as the dark clouds
Silently gather above our skies,
Back to our home, away from maddening crowds.
Come out with me, my love.
The sun is shining no more today.
Let’s enjoy the calm at home
Despite this mighty winter’s day.
Categories:
offshoots, love,
Form:
Lyric
Permutations Of Logic
The truth was concealed with many branches
hidden through flossy blossoms unknown roots to be
found holding swings charms and roundabouts from
one single acorn to coax oak and seedlings once more
Hiding hidden going gone oblivious and obviously
sprouting gently again from unexpected twiglets’ bright
side of the sun dark side of the moon meta-morphing
the bigger picture of life offshoots veiled in mystery
Some branches and ramifications were torn crumbled
withered like an epitaph of that epic journey from womb
to tomb a foreplay to afterthoughts hindsight glistening
light playing shadows where candid veracity prevails
The branches were concealed with many truths
hidden through perceptions un-ventured thoughts to be
exposed containing swings and roundabouts from one
singular premise to conclusion and take off once more
Camouflage Me A Poem contest - Theme used:
The Truth Was Concealed With Many Branches
08th August 2016
Categories:
offshoots, creation,
Form:
Free verse
I will enter deep down to grow
And my root in the soil bow
My stem I spread within the loamy reach
So my boughy trunk shall in depth breach
Then I’ll let out my branchy foliage
On it I’ll display my flowers in cleavage
So my offsprings be born bountifully
To serve mankind generously
My foliage for man’s cover
And my branches for birds’ full shelter
SO SAID THE MUSTARD SEED
I shall not take a fool’s risk
Rather, my smooth body about I’ll frisk
I will not dare darkness of the deep
For my eyes, uncertainties to peep
If roused, my roots will be broken
And my stem on spread-spree will be smoken
Neither shall my body be scorched by the sun
Nor unstable seasons my life run
For I cannot watch my offshoots as spare food
And my branches too great to house little brood
SO BOASTED THE NUT SEED.
And so resoluted the two in unison resolve
There and then, they’re destined as
Each granted as wished and willed
Both prospered as prospected
The mustard in manifold manifested
The nut natured as nurtured
Time became their fortune-teller
Then one day a squirrel scratched up
The naughty nut from its niche
And made it a relish of morning meal
Categories:
offshoots, introspection, philosophy, body,
Form:
Rhyme
she sits under a weeping willow and sways
turns to the wind for advice and hears thunder
tunes in to rainfall lightening and her heartbeat
stumbles and stutters for she is one in suspense
valves in her mind leak blood sweat and tears
just a little rest she whispers as the branches
lash out and into a fragile veneer of composure
drenched and beaten she sucks up the message
swans sound their trumpets far in the distance
as if to brush over stark memories of disquiet
and naked to the core she gathers their rhythm
blends into a crescendo of mellow sound of music
petals drip into a restless lake of surface tension
but underneath her discomfort frogs croak as if
to cheer her on to join in a rhapsody of comfort
jingling jaybirds gurgle to the flow of wild waters
bang goes her tremble as a tree trunk succumbs
splashes hopeful resolve deep under her skin
beep chirps a starling who seeks cover and joy
her own voice finds solace and harvests a chime
drawn by the music she unfolds a few offshoots
strings an instrument to accompany the mood
once downcast and lonely searching for harmony
the harp is my stray heart and I’m tall as a willow
25th February 2021
Categories:
offshoots, dream,
Form:
Free verse
Lamenting Life Lost Before...
Last Rays Of Flickr Ring Candlelight
Approximately a dozen
orbitz around the Earth
(since mcmlix), the year
of my birth, an aversion
(stayin alive) constricted self worth
gripped (strong as strangling
choke hold), where
even to this day
(January 25th, 2019)
lx anniversaries marking birth
emotions of ambivalence directed at me,
and family of origin still career,
within psyche of Matthew Scott Harris -
less plain as day when prominent dearth
of attentiveness, compassion, empathy,
et cetera totally absent
without leave, and dear
father, (who art not thou in heaven yet)
nsync with mother (long deceased)
vividly evinced sole son lack of mirth
(matter of fact gamut
of all feelings except despair)
vociferously ejaculated, viz non verbal
communication as if...spark of life
extinguished within mine shuttered hearth
lacking necessity to eat plus,
attend to personal care
spelled disaster (even impossible
for FEMA to aright)
psychological illness offshoots infected,
this entire body, asper blight
dulling that preschool boy with
his demeanor cheerily bright,
a pallor of gloominess enshrouded this lad
blocking, crushing, destroying... daylight
additionally quashing will power to fight
off thee mailer daemon, a deadly parasite
lodged evil doppelganger fought
tooth and nail being ostracized
throve to truncate more'n foresight,
considerably less self actualized versus
present pained realization, plus violent bent
evidenced by self starved
inflicted suicide, not gunfight
since parents opposed firearms,
anyway no matter, cuz height
of determination to perish (albeit
passive) exhibited pathetic might
effortlessly overwhelmed, since
corporeal defeated essence i.e. emaciated flesh light
as a feather defeated thru thine dada
decreed diktat, and
maternal instinctual millwright
both sets of chromosomes helping beget,
asper this scribe learning
late less a frayed
gripping ropes to play right.
Categories:
offshoots, absence, age, cry, grief,
Form:
Bio
Sapling apple stems,
once pushed into warm earth,
root with excitement...
their graceful naked branches
reach high into autumn's sky
Willowy offshoots
are pointing upwards
to drink in the sun...
a legacy of knowing
what nature has intended
In honor Of Brian's Contest: "Up To Ten Lines"
Categories:
offshoots, nature, seasons,
Form:
Tanka
Rooting for 8 to 5
Atop the hill an Oak tree stands tall,
With seedlings dropping to the grown in fall,
While nestled beneath, winters white blanket of snow,
Mysterious rooting begins, with offshoots ready to grow,
Soon on display, Mother Natures’ spring fashion show.
Written © 1/4/16
Submitted for: Rooting For 8 to 5 – Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: Nette Onclaud
Categories:
offshoots, allusion, appreciation, beauty, birth,
Form:
Free verse
Maybe you ignore it.
You as a Tree of Life radiate sparks;
successive generations of offshoots.
Offshoots of the second, third... generation.
Sparks of your own greatness
enlighten successive generations.
Afterwards the primal tree burns and self-destructs
but that beneficial destruction
spreads and radiates over all of them,
sparks alike golden fireworks from heaven.
Categories:
offshoots, allegory, blessing,
Form:
Free verse