Best Overturns Poems
Though endings soon arrest litigious wrongs,
Injustice stains without impunity,
When who I’d rather share romantic songs,
Declares to God abhorrent thoughts on me;
In days from now when Marci testifies,
That evil lurks in me, a violent man,
She’ll have to look directly in my eyes,
Where she’ll see tears that still don’t understand.
My case is strong and lacks no confidence,
For truth determines judgment’s final rule,
But justice overturns by consequence,
That comes when soulmates end their vicious duel.
I know my only choice was one to fight,
But how can love on trial make matters right?
Fall's
blanket
overturns
Frost's quilt into
Spring
Response To PS' Example Forms
she who opens up a can of worms
shaking the tree of PS' example forms
a rock now overturns
ones a properly learn
PS reign the storm, get onto the norm
connie pachecho
10/11/17
Voice
Speak
above
my mind's yell
and sooth my heart's speech,
before reasoning is valid
and simplistic normalcy overturns these weak hands,
loosing chance of knowing, being stuck with horrible repetitive thoughts of: what if?
Every time I see that pretty face
Blossoming the world around, like flower in a vase.
Those eyes sparkle defying the sunshine,
Suddenly the reflection on me and I’m not mine.
The smile that takes away all your attention,
A laugh that puts you in awe, that I don’t have to mention.
Keeps me wondering over god’s creative beauty,
You feel like protecting it, even if it’s not your duty.
Wish you could be a reason for smile,
Wish you could cherish her every once in a while.
Wish you could hold that moment and never let go,
Wish you witness it every day in a row.
When it’s in front of you, all words fell short,
Overwhelmed, startled, you get stuck! can’t say a lot.
Every time I see that pretty face, I tend to think;
What makes it so special, that you won’t even blink.
They say, “don’t get fooled over that pretty charm”,
Well until you are totally knocked over, what’s the harm?
The real pretty face holds a true pretty heart,
It’s a great loss, if you can’t differ fake and real apart.
It might be an illusion that overturns so many,
People do get tip over, that’s an apparent irony.
But all we wish is our gamble fits right our prediction,
The face we’ve fallen for turns out to be true, hearty contemplation.
Sometimes you stumble upon, sometimes get mesmerized,
I know what it’s like, every time you see that pretty face…… :-)
PRATEEK SHUKLA
Rearing on stardust, hungry for adventure
Grazing the evergreen imaginings
Beauty poised for new beginnings
Infer my taming abilities as head you lower
Enthral my youth with a thousand horsepower
Grasping your mane, you smell my fears
In my whimper, taste my naive years
Tears of joy along temples doubts overpowered
Your enchanted saddle is all I ever needed for comfort
A pencil with no lead drew your images in the soil
How I dreaded rain your grace would spoil
Until I grew a thick skin from walking barefoot
Palms stencil about your throbbing torso
You’ve taken my innocence too far
To a space cowboy on a distant star
In a perpetual somersault like a coin toss
To land on your wing...who needs a bicycle?
When I can take off to Andromeda
Time travel like a fearless gladiator
With the subtlety of a pen overcome any obstacle
Your quill completes my hand like ink to paper
I don’t believe in superstition, but your myth
Your wingspan overturns all reason and truth
For me to raise my calling to more than just a whisper
07-29-2015
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The fall is being chased by the restless earth
Longing for self-destruct
Melting peat in soil melting contest
Bind the selected space guard
Carbon in the seepage of the earth
Mother Earth sincerely caressed him to death
His life for the carbon ascetics
To remain silent until the time comes
As the faithful lava flow in silence said
Until the time is over
Though litter embraces carbon
Lovebirds carve Indonesian forest dates
Grow all the roots to pierce
Grow a glorious tree
The sled fauna rejoices eternally
Until the virtual green flora
The greed of evil has arrived
Grind humus carbon hermit
Separate trash with iron claws
Stab until the last deep contest
Scattered swarms of carbon
Scattered with burning trash
Soaring high heats space
Forced to gather in the greenhouse
Until the threshold is hard
The heat wakes up the white hermit
The frozen one dwells at the poles of Mother Earth
Like the hell torn apart by the coldness of heaven
Melting white hermit stretches across the oceans
No need for a full moon anymore for the high seas
Where else can we knit peat?
Where else is the hornbill humming?
Where else can you make friends
Where else does the tree title point
Where else do the ants follow
Mother Earth's green carpet is uprooted
Moaning longing for the faithful
Only fog answers
Silencing forest telepathy
There is no distance between shattering and melting
Barbarism overturns manners
Unlicensed emission
Neat! Archaic anarchist party
Caress that are no longer effective
Rahara with money wins the ring
Like heaven that covers the candala
Persuade to crouch
Worship the forest eater
Neat! Rain is not fresh anymore
Slicing squat bones
Acid until the roots are sour
No more customizable blankets
What's missing are empty tones
Who leaves raindrops
Quietly bid farewell to the roar of the chainsaw
Net zero emissions?
On tons of carbon footprint
Return carbon fiber to earth's peat
Persuade again longing to fall to earth
The litter that used to be drifting slowly
Perched gently on the love of the earth
Accompany the carbon ascetic who doesn't keep his promise
I'm here
Wana Gosong, 24.10.2021
The piano tune descends,
Increasing the sound of the wind.
Fierce gusts intertwine,
With the crows raucous fugue.
The intense melody sustains,
As melancholic winds rage:
In the strong wind's dirge.
The bench overturns,
As music sheets scatter.
A mass of wind reverberates,
In the sonata of the breeze.
tomorrow’s a new day
when
this
night
will be forgotten
And
the light
and the might
of the eager armies
surging to war
we’ll have forgotten
what the fight had been for
and the wind whispers peaceful death
over grass reaching for height
and the moon in the morning sky
and the silver-hot fright
which the living things move by
driven to flight
when the quickening pulse
and the mood is just right
when the life-shedding earth snake
pulls my skin around tight
i will cling to the new grass
Like the cold morning frost
i will sing to the very last
i will sing very lost
Like the song of the deep sea
Like the howl of the stray dog
who scours the night streets
outlined in the dense fog
when the earth overturns itself
yet again as it always does
when the ends of the universe
touch me, soft like my mother’s blood
i will change in the darkness
like a lady undressing
i will cast in my fury
every trapping and dressing
I will rage in the silent storm
I will find peace at last
I will blaze across eons
I will lie in the grass
Winds howling off trees overhead
in the grim grey sky, blackened stars.
leaves whisper in their rustling tread
excited in an air of summer showers.
embrace of monsoon, clouds rip apart
overturns a bucket of torrential rain
erasing footprints, sun makes a dart
drizzle heals ache, it's beauty again.
lonely lampposts weep in puddles
angry sky roars in thunderstorms.
verdant vales hydrate in cuddles
muddy soil clad in wet uniforms.
an arc of flash welding in distant
electric sparks emaneting a prison.
vision unveiled in lightning instant
poets hypnotized by rainy season.
19th May 2019
Lodged on a high valley in this far town
People like to turn the world upside down
In winter sky overturns
The snow cover children churn
Snowmen they make do something new on own.
A fat snowman comes to park downside up
Sniffing the frozen ground with red nose sharp
To stay straight head needs to strain
Blood from the legs goes to brain
Twig hands won’t help if he wants to stand up.
December 24, 2017.
chirping birds return
build nest on boughs with new leaves…
dance in rippling breeze
sunburst sky shimmers
spring buds bloom with color surge…
palette overturns
plush crimson roses
paint Monet on flushed meadow…
dew soaks spring sparkle
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September 21, 2022
Syllable count 5 7 5 (HMS)
Contest : A Haiku Collection Of Three - Nature Themed
Sponsored by : Tania Kitchin
What is it that we call wisdom?
And where is it that it is found?
It is no place in the land of the living,
Nor can it be bought by the pound.
It cannot be valued with bars of gold
Nor exchanged for a weight of jewels.
For rubies and pearls, it can’t be sold;
But its fame is mentioned in finer schools.
Our God understands the way thereof,
For He knows the end of the earth
And sees beneath the heaven above,
Can weigh rain and wind for its worth.
It is watched and declared by God,
By the way of the thunder’s lightning.
Thus, wisdom is the fear of the Lord,
So, to man all His ways are frightening.
By it God puts His hand to a mountain,
Overturns it to reveal its precious things,
Makes waters flow as in a fountain,
Cuts thru rocks for rivers and springs.
By Him hidden treasure comes to light,
That no fierce animal has ever seen.
It is the wisdom given by God’s might:
A path to God known only by human being.
Why was Jesus a Leftist? please extrapolate.
In John 2, Jesus overturns the money-changers' tables
In Mark 11, and Matthew 23, He cleansed the Temple of trade
He got to the City, took a left turn, not right to Roman garrisons
Jesus made a left, upset trade, earned his stripes as a LEFTIST.
Smith Wigglesworth, on the Bible, the only book he learned to read at 23: "When I read the newspaper I feel dirtier than I went in. When I read the Bible I feel cleaner than I went in. And I like feeling clean."
Take my body for sail,
my wings to fly.
I am trying to find out
the meaning of a drop.
The point man was taking aim.
There was no culpability.
I asked, what was the need to
know the verdict of a rape ?
The bed always suffers. The secret
of a muse overturns a disaster.
In insane sky a beleaguered moon
was taking a shower.
Unmasked, the desire turns to
fire and ignites the palace.
It was not enough to meet death
with empty hands.
Satish Verma