Best Parabola Poems
When Neptune's
nostalgic sighs,
weave ruffled rosaries
of brocade ink,
bleeding from
blackberry wrinkles
in torrential time,
I wonder if
herculean eyes
of my earthen heart,
are afraid of being
abandoned by the
electric rhapsody
of life's alienated
aroma.
Swinging on the
translucent
parabola of a
frozen rainbow,
my fate is
skewed as a
cantaloupe
silhouette, of
helix-shaped
maple pamphlets,
where, bluebirds
feast on decaying
seeds of love
and sing
hemlock-croons
in those magnolia
gardens.
But,
what if stars
were edible and
I devoured their
ivory scintilla,
submerging
cosmic potions
in my arteries,
iridescent with
clusters of
quasar's quivering
rays and pulsar's
pistachio glitter?
So now,
I collect
volcanic ash
from rust-orange
ruins of dahlia's
dreamscape
and embalm
them with
paradise-pink hues
of distilled empathy,
for my swan-white
halo of faithful
silence, is still
glowing with
sombre yet
glossy shine
of the linen sun
and I inhale
the fragrance of
my marshmallow moon.
Categories:
parabola, angel, deep, fantasy, heartbroken,
Form:
Free verse
arc - parabola
life - our parabolic bow
ends that never meet
Categories:
parabola, math, metaphor,
Form:
Haiku
They walk alone together down the bright white line, their
Voices garble against the humming hordes as the
Tautness of the moment lays out like lacquer in the dustlight
Of our dreams, life feeding moisture under cleated white grass.
Talking angularly and stepping away from the parabola now they
Stop to admire the scoreboard like field generals
In the infinite march of Time's conquest.
They turn back into the red zone and ennoble their strides and
Emblazon their courage against the dizzying starscape.
Categories:
parabola, sports
Form:
Free verse
The man rested his paddle carefully
next to the bundle.
My favorite time of day.
Dusk.
The light was soft,
The water still as lakeside glass,
insects skimming over touching,
laying down a perfect parabola
and then touching again.
He still felt her kiss and touch
on cheek and hand.
He smiled at the bundle.
Everything I need and more.
Sometime back a ways,
paddling easy in a light chop,
he had forgotten to worry about it.
What did doctors know.
Resting, he had taken a cookie
from the bundle and ate it,
looking at each bite before.
Dusk left him and the canoe went on,
paddle easy,
paddle strong, paddle easy, paddle strong.
Surely, he had crossed it by now.
And surely who gives a-
His sudden laughter startled a Great Blue Heron.
It flew up, its wings a miracle.
The man let the canoe drift
and looked to the beautiful darkening sky.
He took another cookie from the bundle.
I am ready.
I am ready.
Categories:
parabola, death, travel,
Form:
Blank verse
Here I have something not all of you may know.
It is a mnemonic of the rainbow.
Here are colors of the visible spectrum.
The sun’s rays coming in a continuum.
This is the light shining during the day.
Throughout time, it has been coming our way.
There is red, orange, green, and indigo
as well as, blue, violet, and yellow.
After a rain, we see a parabola.
This is a colorful phenomena.
It is part of nature’s ongoing show.
We’ve witnessed them for as long as we know.
Categories:
parabola, nature
Form:
Rhyme
A Parabola By Picasso
On piece of paper painted picture of a parabola
And started cutting it off with a small spatula
Put plaster of Paris in protruding plastic syringe
After seeing ugly color I then started to cringe.
All the color on parabola had just been sprayed
Out in bright sun is where finally had been laid
Poor parabola outside until it all did dry
And then it was sold to someone passing by.
Parabola and artist they both did part
Now in galleria is perfect, priceless piece of art
On who for this artful should we place the blame:
Did you know Picasso happened to be his name.
An observer of Picasso paintings was half-lit
And chewed up Picasso picture bit by bit
By creator he voraciously had been beguiled
When it was spit out all of the people smiled.
So even though you may not be the smartest
And on picture of parabola worked the hardest
Ray of hope on it appeared from out of the dark
All the other great artists gave it a glowing remark.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Categories:
parabola, encouraging, hilarious, inspirational,
Form:
Couplet
Patterns on the wall
Blue spores
In beamed particles
Low-paced stones
Vibrate below the common tone
Stomping off
The solid state of your floor
Extended fingertips
Flattened
A sixth dimension added
Silhouettes
Sprouting from the stairs
Purple-spotted voice
Cracking academic talk
Introducing the negative zone
Cognition waterfalls
Side-stream
The window lost its door
Free space for a walk
Universal nature, standard road
Slide line by line
All the way through the focal point
Into the beyond…
Categories:
parabola, confusion
Form:
Dear Love,
I may not be good with
words
because my English
is not fluent, but What I feel
deep
inside my heart
persuades me to express
myself
mathematically. Every time
I see u, u
simultaneously divide my
life into
two equations. Because my
feelings for u cross -
multiply on a daily basis, u
inspire
me to be greater
than zero. Your smile keeps
me in
touch with the
special angles of my heart.
You
make me feel relaxed on
the X-
axis where Y is equals to
zero. When I come
across u, I feel like I'm
turning like
a parabola and
meet you on the turning
point
where I can utter 3
words to you. Words that
describe the mid point
of my heart. Without u my
heart is
like a semi circle.
Because
u stole the other half. I will
appreciate if we could come
together and solve for x so
that we both
stop to be vertically
opposite and
start to be
corresponding angles. I
know u r
intelligent enough to
understand that when it
comes to
trigonometrical
world, we r all positive in
the first
quadrant.love you so much
Categories:
parabola, for her,
Form:
ABC
Twas a dark knight,
whence there came a pawn the hushed crowded movie house
A phantom of horror sprung out of the rookery that wrought deadly havoc
Renting asunder innocent audience members
Anticipating Batman annihilate evil within Manichean eternal duel
Extant within imaginary world of Gotham portrayed on the silver screen
When out of the black curtained theater tear gas canisters got hurled pell mell
Accompanied by a fusillade of heavy machine gun fire
Sheering many lives
Many in the prime ascent sans parabola of adulthood
The youngest, a six-year-old girl transformed into an ashen colored corpse
Which death yet revealed to her young mother
Critically wounded, and clamoring for said daughter
While teetering on the brink of mortality
Oblivious to stricken offspring
While family, friends, relatives and anonymous prayers
And this heartfelt genuine communiqué
From me – a self styled nonestablishmentarian
Gung-ho to invoke a mandate that high powered fire-arms
Must be much less accessible
I.e. bulletproof laws need implementation pronto
So inhabitants of these United States do not fear for their lives
Nor feel akin to a potential prey sighted in the crosshairs
Wantonly gunned down from some grinning joker
Slaking glee from mass killing as to appease unquenchable thirst
To avenge some psychotic nemesis gloating to slay
With a vengeance and contrived vendetta
Promulgating pandemonium and grisly bloody aftermath
Yet despite such horrific heinous atrocity
Bravery and sacrifice witnessed and extolled
From heroic instinctual motive to offer themselves as human shield
So that carnage less devastating than toll on madman’s hit list
Now in solitary confinement and even if executed
Would be a Pyrrhic salve to those forever deprived of loved ones
Burning with an eternal sorrow no matter
Generosity of cyber sympathizers across World Wide Web
Plus the president of these United States
Reach out showering kindness analogous to Borealis raiment!
Categories:
parabola, anger, bereavement, conflict, crazy,
Form:
Folded in cloth, her eyes did shine
Parabola shifted by pi, ‘the daughter is mine’
Said in front of others,
How did you feel inside?
Okay let’s make a confession
It was on mother’s guide.
The girl grew up,
As broadens a brook.
Papa followed Mama,
She had a beautiful look.
Mama hugged the life
Papa was reluctant
But the daughter believed in him
Someday, he too would be resilient.
Then occurred an accident,
Mother had to go.
Daughter was left with father
And he got a blow.
Papa, papa, she said
In everything that followed.
Little did she know,
She would never be endowed.
Then 10 years later,
At 4 o’ clock in evening,
Daughter didn’t come home
The thought itself was aching.
For maybe he didn’t want her
He was a dad within
Was it already too late?
Got a rush of adrenaline.
Went to the police,
Took help of a neighbor
Nothing came in hand,
Except the morning newspaper.
"10 year old, raped and murdered"
Stood the headline distinct.
The face was translucent,
But the apparel succinct.
Dressed in mourning stands,
He who didn’t care.
Daughters are not a burden
They are gifts ultra rare.
Respect them, accept them,
Without them, the world is despair.
Categories:
parabola, baby, birth, father daughter,
Form:
I
do
have a
Message for
one Harry Manback
it does regard his long Lost Keys
don't Blame Hoffman for his Disposition, you Jerk Off!
You Lied when you said you didn't hold The Grudge as a Reflection of Intolerance
Makes me so Disgustipated, you should Crawl Away
you're a Hooker with a *****
who likes Prision Sex
when Sober
Hush H.
it's
true
Cold
and
Ugly
repugnant
like Ticks and Leeches
say what I want, not serious
But Jimmy in his Mantra thinks otherwise of you
to him you are the Bottom of The Pot, or like Rosetta Stoned on an Opiate
a Schism separating us Right in Two, Stinkfist!
ne'er you'll have Forty Six and Two
like Fibonacci
Pushit and
Jambi
seems
nice
Here's
a
Swamp Song
Eulogy
(Useful Idiot)
Four Degrees of No Quarter gave
to The Patient caught in the Aenima Undertow
skewed into a Parabola
Intension candid
Part of Me
needs to
Sweat
tears
Now
my
Third Eye
becoming
Vicarious through
the pure Lateralus Triad
Categories:
parabola, dark, farewell,
Form:
Fibonacci
Anybody can consider this statement as moot:
Negative real numbers cannot have a square root.
When working with real numbers with values less than zero,
the squared product will be positive; so where do you go?
In a parabola, all points except zero lie above the x-axis.
Many students get confused because of this.
This placed mathematicians in a bit of a quandary.
That was until numbers were invented that are imaginary.
Categories:
parabola, math,
Form:
Rhyme
Brittle to the touch
So fragile these walls
that are put up to hide
happiness in exchange for anonymity.
On the outside looking in
Cannot fathom the reasons for such insecurities
I, the mirror, adore what i see
The other, the refugee, squatting in front of me.
What figments of our psyche, what imagination
Are these metaphoric arthropods under skin
Shifting about, changing shape and contorting
Consuming the Tangible. Excreting Fiction.
Shed shells of these askewed you's
Be perplexed no more
Cease projecting worst on others eyes
Take deep breaths again.
Tool-Parabola, 46-2
Categories:
parabola, angst, life, philosophy, social
Form:
Free verse
Loyal… I saw and built the ground
For Journeymen walk the pillars round
A Maypole covered where played the clown
Ring Master stays… and the Rings are sound.
Elegant bows on the trunks of the proud…
Removed for the show and thrown outside
and there in the street a rose petal strides…
Making sweet beats right before our eyes.
”... the Jesus spoke in Parabola
and Parabolic I so told ya…
It’s a reflection of proportion
and a distortion of the Parable.
How dare.able. are we? ...” ;)~
Categories:
parabola, faith
Form:
Suddenly every voice is a tiny conspiracy
They’re swarming around us – I just know they’re out for blood
A love like ours invites all manner of jealousy
Everyone wants to rake us through the mud
A little paranoia sometimes works
Dealing with authorities and jerks
It helps if you can see things from above
I’m panicked and sweating through the night
I’ve lost control, but that’s all right
I’m losing my mind so I must be in love
Suddenly, every sunset is a parabola
The coordinates of feeling all lined up on the grid
I thought I had found the elements to the formula
So I kept my secret drafts and documents hid
‘cause a little paranoia sometimes works
When dealing with authorities and jerks
It helps if you can see things from above
I’m panicked and sweating through the night
I’ve lost control, but that’s all right
I’m losing my mind so I must be in love
I’ll send you my good intentions
That is, if I haven’t cracked
In my present state, I dedicate
A statement you can’t retract
Suddenly every stranger has a spare key
To the front door of our domestic tranquility
Yeah, a little paranoia sometimes works
When you deal with authorities and jerks
And it helps if you can see things from above
I’m panicked and sweating through the night
I’ve lost control, but that’s all right
I’m losing my mind so I must be in love
I’ve lost my mind so I must be high on love.
© 2018 by K.C. Dovoric / Broken Pilgrim Songs
Categories:
parabola, love, mental illness, pain,
Form:
Lyric