Best Overlapped Poems
Tiger in a Cage (a stab at men)
Like a caged tiger.
You do not know what is in my den?
There is no worse feeling than the way I pace back and forth repeatedly.
A headless collar is all you see.
The closer I get, the more you seem to pretend.
To you these stripes look more like dots.
As you, continue to hold my lines and strands in your hand.
You stroke my stripes as if they were a loft of dental floss.
An ORANGE all squishy and rot.
Rough and tough!
You cannot peel what you cannot feel.
You do not know me at all?
You trust me.
You lace me.
You cannot describe the buds.
You cannot feel my fingertips.
A taste of nothing out of your lips.
Indian BLACK streaks in my skin.
How did you manage to even get in?
We mount this unspeakable stability.
A man-eater swallowing her growl.
This hunger is piercing throughout my veins.
Hiding the powerful black star sapphire in my eyes.
Every move I plan ricochets.
A tiger, a tiger in her cage.
Only in your world, I am my own prey.
My wildness is rarely found above my skin.
Every day I wear this heavy coat, my stripes continue to sink in.
It is a solitary confinement when you are around.
You cannot see the black diamonds under this unbearable frown.
Dingy claws, tapping……
Natures dew bestows a toneless mixture of orange and black tattoo.
These stripes, belittle my self-esteem.
The moon flashes overlapped our taboo.
Never will you see a tigers gleam.
Spirituality waiting to rise above the trees.
It is my choice, to stand behind these unbreakable twigs.
Fertilizing like pollen under a blanket of bees.
Still the effects of your eclipse, bounce off my wall.
I am telling you!
You don't know me at all?
The roads these loads continue to grow.
Far ahead, I am the gravel under your toes.
Crouching like a Tiger hiding the way a dragon breathes.
You don't know how I feel!
I am a tiger in a cage please set me free!
by;pd
"Breed to Breathe" by Napalam Death
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKP9aaFkEEQ
Categories:
overlapped, abuse, animal, boyfriend, emotions,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Ancient Aliens
They have always been here
ancient? – alien?
living amongst the unknowing
hiding in plain sight.
How have they altered
our past? – our future?
advanced or hindered
our progress – our failure.
How have they touched us
with an unseen nudge,
aligned the stars
that we might follow
crumbs of reason,
sat with us in silence
awed by our insolence
humbled by our fervor.
They view us from a distance-
time and space overlapped
knowledge and inexperience
in conflict with themselves.
Knowing that in time
experience becomes
the proving ground of knowledge,
knowledge the anvil
shaping the experience.
They are the flat rock skippers,
the kite flyers, paper airplane makers,
sidewalk chalk drawers,
mud pie makers, frog catchers,
butterfly chasers, bug touchers,
flower sniffers, feather collectors.
They will always be here
ancient – alien
wiser than their years
greater than their fears
in forever’s - ancient moment
alien – in human form.
1/6/2018
submitted to – Ancient Aliens – Poetry contest
Categories:
overlapped, imagination, inspiration, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
Mind paints canvas of life as amateur
Some hues taken from palette of events
Some contributed by human nature
oozing from emotive urge at moments.
Heart gallery frames happy happenings
Those turn weepy are mercilessly torn
Ugly chapters showing spastic paintings
Some to erase and some get forgotten.
Brush browses on multiple episodes,
Patches of pigments collide in collage
kaleidoscope of memory decodes
Some pictures go hazy, some to enlarge.
Throughout life did ‘Mind’ the painter paint well?
Canvas of life with overlapped hues can't tell.
Categories:
overlapped, art, beauty, life,
Form:
Sonnet
A traced path you walk on
the hands of God lend in motion a Light
you cross the heart of Nature
overflowed... at a loss!
overlapped are your worlds
ever entranced are your words.
The call, not whispered, neither spelled
just an urge... a push out of nowhere
to an open wide gate of fate.
Nameless is your state
dismantled are the pieces inside
your heart loses its mind
your mind evades its head
your soul hypnotized!
Many a hole roaming your very whole
nothing under control
everything tempting to the bone.
None to blame!
How to flee the strain?
What can a soul serve to silence the whinge?
What can a mind consider to contain a pain?
What can a heart attain to remain sane?
None to blame!
The gleam of Faith blesses you awake
to a truth, one only truth
you wane trying to conceive
what you cannot perceive.
Surrender and seize the spark
radiate serene bliss
held together and blessed is your soul.
Categories:
overlapped, allah, blessing, faith, fate,
Form:
Free verse
"I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Three Christian Churches here used to play
Their hymns rang out along the way
They took turns with their chimes each day
Never overlapped come what may
How I miss those sweet bells of old
They rang out through warm, hot and cold
Their songs of love, peace, joy were told
Before our world its soul to evil sold
Those hymns at Christmas time so dear
And carols ringing so strong and clear
On each street corner there was no fear
No illegal drugs around this small town here
Could this world normalize again
People spread out and grow some hens
Have some goats, ducks, and a weathervane
To go into town maybe catch a train
While 'pon that ride the bells ring out
Now that is what I'm talking about
Places where love can be planted and sprout
Those days can be good without a doubt
Categories:
overlapped, america, childhood, christmas, happiness,
Form:
Monorhyme
WHITE Rose
WHITE ~ At first GLANCE your overlapped petals are delicately fringed in
shades of softest PEACH.
WHITE ~ A BUZZING of bees hover near, drawn by your enticing honeyed
GOLDEN anthers.
WHITE ~ Your sweet FRAGRANCE captures the air around me until I'm
aroused with the CRIMSON heat of passion.
WHITE ~ What luscious FLAVOR would you leave upon the buds of my
seeking PINK tongue?
WHITE ~ My hand longs to STROKE the length of your tender GREEN stem
as you bare it in expectation of being noticed.
(Glance, peach, buzzing, golden, fragrance, crimson, flavor, pink, stroke, green)
A glance was all I needed to bring a blush of peach to my cheeks.
I am buzzing in anticipation for you to be framed in the sun's last
golden rays of the day.
Oh thorns, do not prick me so that a drop of crimson blood does not mask your mistress's fragrance from me.
A taste of you would cast shame upon the pink stains left upon my lips
from a strawberry.
Other flowers will never feel the stroke of my hand upon them. They are green with envy because they cannot compete with the depth of your BEAUTY.
Categories:
overlapped, beauty, rose,
Form:
Free verse
I HEAR HER SCREAMING FROM A DISTANCE TRAPPED WOMEN
SLOWLY OVERLAPPED BY MANY DRIPS STAMPED WOMEN
DOWN SHE GO TRY NOT TO HARD TO STRUGGLE
YOUR LOSING BALANCE YOU BETTER NOT GET TO CRAMPED WOMEN
YOU NEED ALL YOU CAN KEEP DONT PANIC
PLEASE DONT JUST LET THE IMAGE BE REVAMPED WOMEN
DIDNT EVEN LISTEN TO YOUR CONSIOUS YOUR FIRST MIND
WOULD YOU BE IN THIS PREDICAMENT IF IT WAS RIGHTLY CLAMPED WOMEN
SO LISTEN HERE SLOW YOUR ROAD TAKE IT SLOW
YES I KNOW I KNOW YOUR OVERLY WRAPPED WOMEN
THINK STRATEGIZE DONT OVER DO IT
NOT JUST YET YOU ARE NOT ENCAMPED WOMEN
Categories:
overlapped, confusion, dark, fear, god,
Form:
Ghazal
I’m scared you’d make me happy
that you’d make me smile at the thought.
That when I’m around you, you’d make me laugh
so hard that I’d forget all that’s wrong with the world.
That maybe, just maybe you love to see me joyful
you love to see me carefree
That maybe you want to run alongside me
Run through meadows and under the full moon
And take my hand because it’s cold and yours is warm
That maybe my monumental expectations intrigues you
And you are up for the challenge
I’m scared that I’d get addicted to your persona
That it’s as ambitious, playful and sincere as the day is young.
That maybe my path and yours have overlapped in this moment
And that maybe the entire universe foresaw and
conspired for our energies to collide
That somehow you’d begin my sentences
And educate me in esoteric ways
That perhaps it’s okay for the sky and the earth
to kiss one another
and have gratitude fill each night, each day
That in this matrix, you look at me
You read me, you see me
You know my soul
You know my truth
And maybe
Just maybe
It melts
You
Categories:
overlapped, deep, desire, fear, feelings,
Form:
Epyllion
Rosy rains still keep dapping on me, rippling into me, trickling in me
My sentiment and sentimentality set into sediment like descending haze
Settled, stagnated, then crystalized into concrete and constant gaze
Gaze from adrift to assured, from timid to fuss-free
Where her long-winded Hebe falls upon my sensuous serendipity
My short-winded romance catches upon her contagious catholicity
Through and o'er million-mile-long cascade of rains
Romance-woven, rose-waved, rushing curtain after curtain
My gaze meets the Grace of Venus' veins
Venus' veins from blear to clear, from confused to certain
Splicing and brightening each inspiring spot
Along each dimensionality of the whole universe
So perfectly the vast vivacity fits into my sensorial slot
That my everything rhymes and roils with its magnificent verse
Far and wide anacampserote describes
Far and wide rosy tides arise
From the perigee of my sights to the aphelion of her skies
From the margin of my mind to the adytum of her vibes
Harking back to earlier path strewn with romances of royal grith
Hearkening forward to future favors featuring our millennial myth
Reachable osculation, ne'er has remote oneirism so uncannily overlapped
Raying reality, ne'er has rainy romance so snugly wrapped.
Categories:
overlapped, allusion, romantic, surreal,
Form:
Romanticism
silence&
broken phrasing
overlapped
mechanical
s o u n d s ,
hunting for a home:
arbitrary
stanzas
strophes
hushed
&muted
anaphora
in
conversation
....with
myself
Categories:
overlapped, music, poetry,
Form:
Verse
One Word #18
Font, Noun, The particular size, weight, and style of a typeset.
An elegant font that is written out,
But then when you try to read it,
It’s impossible.
I wonder if humans are the same way,
The most beautiful things in this world,
Can’t be read.
Humans are distinguishable by how they write;
Some people messily write in protest,
As they don’t care.
And others make a beautiful word,
But are forced to write “normally”,
So they can read.
Like an onomatopoeia that can’t be heard,
Cursive is a font that can’t be read,
By the careless.
But I wonder, even with glasses, could you read it?
“I can’t see what you’re trying to write!”
It’s for the best.
Feelings can seemingly happen in water washes,
But then your words are blurred by your tears.
It’s unreadable.
Having taken off my glasses, I can’t see,
And I can’t understand what I’ve written.
Like from the start.
But with my glasses on, I now see,
We were blind before we even started,
Completely overlapped.
Whether a font can be read or not,
We are all blind to our own desires,
Just another crime.
Tip-tap, is that the sound of pen on paper,
Or the sound of tears hitting the paper?
Blurring it.
With your glasses on, onomatopoeia and fonts blend,
He and she join emotions in a ringing word,
For it doesn’t matter.
Categories:
overlapped, words, writing,
Form:
Free verse
The must awaited poetry book by a national awardee Nikhil Chandwani has finally been released. With high expectations and very high potential buyers due to his massive fan support, Nikhil finally released his poetry book titled Ink'd With Love.
There have been books on teenagers and there have been books on their emotions but somehow, these images are not of only one individual. Hence a new poetry book that is titled Ink'd With Love. It involves many romantic poems written by a national award winner, Nikhil Chandwani.. At every stage of the teenager’s life he or she faces deception, is cheated and the hurt refuses to go away. It is an interesting portrayal of the neo-adult life- where aspirations are on the high, the zeal to make a difference for oneself is acute- and still the mind is overlapped with childlike innocence ready to take the deadly plunge into the real mayhem of chaotic existence. What seems rosy attracts but the taste of reality is later bittersweet leaving a long lasting impact in the reader’s mind- giving him the chance to identity with the protagonist.
Much of the work comes across as poetic images, disjointed sentences… the stream of consciousness that pervades the young… they do so many things at the same time. They live their own lives and also lives of others around them. It affects them and yet they are unable to perceive the feelings as one whole. Some can take the hurt along with the accolades but some are unable to take the hurt. They suffer broken, disjointed lives and some are even forced to give up the struggle. This is the life of a teenager portrayed by one of the fastest rising author from India, Nikhil Chandwani.
This is his second book. First one of an international best seller
Nineteen year old Nikhil Chandwani is a prolific writer. He writes fictional stories for various magazines, newspapers and websites. He is a gifted lyricist, best selling author (I wrote your name in the sky) and a national award winning poet rolled into one. He is, at present, pursuing his engineering degree from VIT Vellore.
Categories:
overlapped, baby, dedication, humorous, books,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The must awaited poetry book by a national awardee Nikhil Chandwani has finally been released. With high expectations and very high potential buyers due to his massive fan support, Nikhil finally released his poetry book titled Ink'd With Love.
There have been books on teenagers and there have been books on their emotions but somehow, these images are not of only one individual. Hence a new poetry book that is titled Ink'd With Love. It involves many romantic poems written by a national award winner, Nikhil Chandwani.. At every stage of the teenager’s life he or she faces deception, is cheated and the hurt refuses to go away. It is an interesting portrayal of the neo-adult life- where aspirations are on the high, the zeal to make a difference for oneself is acute- and still the mind is overlapped with childlike innocence ready to take the deadly plunge into the real mayhem of chaotic existence. What seems rosy attracts but the taste of reality is later bittersweet leaving a long lasting impact in the reader’s mind- giving him the chance to identity with the protagonist.
Much of the work comes across as poetic images, disjointed sentences… the stream of consciousness that pervades the young… they do so many things at the same time. They live their own lives and also lives of others around them. It affects them and yet they are unable to perceive the feelings as one whole. Some can take the hurt along with the accolades but some are unable to take the hurt. They suffer broken, disjointed lives and some are even forced to give up the struggle. This is the life of a teenager portrayed by one of the fastest rising author from India, Nikhil Chandwani.
This is his second book. First one of an international best seller
Nineteen year old Nikhil Chandwani is a prolific writer. He writes fictional stories for various magazines, newspapers and websites. He is a gifted lyricist, best selling author (I wrote your name in the sky) and a national award winning poet rolled into one. He is, at present, pursuing his engineering degree from VIT Vellore.
Categories:
overlapped, baby, dedication, humorous, books,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I wrote it on my arm
With a Bic pen
Ballpoint, black ink
I've been doing it since I was ten
The black letters, bold
Emphatically overlapped again and again
I write the words
To express my idiosyncrasies from within
It's the oil for my skin
Because I'm constructed of tin
Sometimes it feels like a pin
Penetrating holes in me that I only see when my vision starts to spin
That's the kind of state I'm in
My poor mama and papa think it's a sin
Because with every stroke it feels like a piece of my soul is tossed straight into the bin
But I still wrote it on my arm with a grin
Categories:
overlapped, angst, art
Form:
Rhyme
Shavings of eraser skin clot her eyelashes
And she’s afraid to blink
Because she doesn’t want the flakes to drop in her eyes
It all hung above her head like a thunderstorm
The ridicule
The bruises beneath her rind
The water stains on her cheeks
And on her pillowcase
The goodbye letter engraved in interim graphite
On a leaf of flimsy notebook paper
The words so crestfallen
So true
So meaningless to the world
That it took her pencil and flipped it on its end
And scraped her pallid heart away from the page
And showered her with the erasures
And then overlapped the ghost with ‘LOSER!’
And now she has the cure against her vein
And she could swim away from the storm in a red rivulet
But the shards of eraser still have her too afraid to blink
Categories:
overlapped, depression, fear,
Form:
Free verse