Best Ordinary Poems

Snow is falling and floods are flowing,
people dying and children keep crying,
but he's just an ordinary man,
sitting there watching TV.

Icebergs melting and penguins starving,
men in suits talking and big guns firing,
but he's just an ordinary man
playing on his smartphone.
 
Storms blowing and seas are raging,
children...

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Today was a good day

Today he walked on legs unbent
And erect spine of a man intent

On stilling the cacaphony of monotony
And smoothing the callouses of convalescence

For today, we both forgot
The wasting rate this cancer's wrought

Today, he teased and squeezed and poked
Fun at his trademark old...

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Sharing my translation of a famous poem (Sadharan Meye) written by Rabindranath Tagore, who won Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. It's one of his story-like poems, written in Bengali, which is one of the regional languages in India, and the National Language of Bangladesh....

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An Acrostic Sonnet inspired by United Colours Yellow Poetry Contest of Silent One:

Orange, which is not such a favored hue,
Rarely decorates hills, streams or plains.
Does orange matter? Well, in road work lanes,
It paints the bright cones guiding cars on through!
Not very much else does that...

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he said, "I am an ordinary stone" ~
in one nocturnal rendezvous 
and vanished in sky's tenebrosity
before her hands could reach
to embrace him ~

a gentle gypsy wind
dulcified her dolesome heart
and set her to slumber

a shooting star arrowed 
in elegiac ebony evening~
and as she opened her eyes
she...

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Every Day,
My Father got up early
And sat there, in the dark, like a mushroom,
And thought, and thought, and thought…
And... grieved...

He would not be the hero that he'd hoped,
An ordinary fellow with flat feet...

What DID he think? enveloped in the pre-dawn hush?

Perhaps he thought up all...

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The whole world is a series of miracles, but we're so used to them we call them ordinary things. ~ Hans Christian Anderson

In the aching of a silent tear,
Soaking through laughter’s voice,
Gentling the darkness, the fear,
With music who sings of our choice.

Rustling in the light,...

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I want to be inspired to write
    a song people really want to sing;
I want to be inspired to compose
    a requiem for the King;
But, I’m just an ordinary man
    doing the best I can
 ...

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The Invisible unpicked the stitches
holding the broken pieces together
like loud music Love spilled like poetry 
from the ordinary heart 






Candide Diderot. ‘24 ...

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Searched within the walls of my feeble mind
In brain matter scattered, but could not find
proof that orange is just humdrum,
To this conclusion I have come -
if orange is ordinary ~ I'm blind.

Brighter than most, it stands out in a crowd.
Bold enough not to be bullied...

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It was an ordinary kind of day,
You had left me to go to work
And drop off Denny at school

A factory klaxon was sounding
In the distance; and I pictured the 
Morning shift dragging the night's 
Dreams inside
Outside, the peach trees we had 
Just planted, bowed to...

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Ordinary Precious Stones


Buddha saw it first
but as is his way never let me in on it.
The stones, rough, unfinished,
ill sized tribute to chaos, beckoned.

I closed my eyes
It started to take shape in the mist.
Each stone should have its place
separate yet dependent on the others.
They should...

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There goes my hero, he’s ordinary, 
like in the Foo Fighters song 
Carries no airs or graces, 
makes me feel like I belong 
A family member perhaps, 
even a workmate, or friend 
Someone who can be trusted, 
on whom I tacitly depend

There goes my hero,...

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It was ordinary when I ran laughing
dreaming sweet dreams,
completely..
see me there, young!  
hair flowing..
singing.  

And what of it, 
what of self?
I care less and less 
yet seek to live
find happiness
or what I knew of it.  

Shake my collar down
another day to work,...

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We used to go to the store together.
Picking out vegetables was her Glory,
‘Let’s get a nice, Vibrant one!
No, not that one, THIS one!’
She would say.
She aimed for the vegetables
When we arrived,
Like a kid aims for the cotton candy
At a carnival.
Vegetables!

And then, I would try to...

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