Best Pending Poems
As I walked along the shore
With thoughts that brought an emptiness to a heart
That once beat within the soul of a young sailor
At one with the elements
Without mercy
As though seeking vengeance for an unnamed wrong
And again I felt the chill of another battle looming
In the distance
But a smile lashed out gripping a face
That knew that the taste of victory was mine
Seeing only the beauty
Of the ocean and
Feeling her strength
As my legs carried me toward
The eye of the pending storm.
Thank you Larisa for the inspiration.
roses are red
violets are blue......
You're a poet read
but,I'm a poet too.....
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merry christmas,also to you !!
Roses are red,
Violets are Blue,
Boy I wish I could
meet each and everyone of you.
Ships On The HoriZon
Clear The Harbo(u)r!
The HORIzON
Shouldn't Be
So High And
NEAR.
-Gray Squirrel
07-01-2025
P eace denied for profit and idealism
A dmiration for false leaders
N eighbourhoods run by gangs
D evotion manipulated to be misunderstood
E nlightenment set on fire
M ovements become violent
O pportunity means take
N ormal is never enough
I nsight means you started it
U nite is a riot
M ajority fifty plus one could be expensive
on stalactite tip
droplet to let drop; or not
a stalagmite stalls
Note: A stalaCtite grows from the Ceiling
A stalaGmite grows from the Ground
Roses are red
Violets are blue
What if all things in life
Revolved around me and you?
Along the memory lane,
Walking, Neolithic Mesopotamians!
A potter pioneering the first wheel stone,
The wooden wheels under the chariots rolling down!
The Wheel rolling up and down endorsing circle of life!
Accelerating the pace time to time!
The invention of wheel,
An innovation of mobility,
Like the planets,
Computer disk on desk,
The plastic wheel of IT era,
A solar symbol rotating technology!
Wheel,
The wisdom of all time in the direction of civilization,
Simply from minds of Neolithic men,
Wheel,a vehicle,
Travelled from the forgotten Mesopotamia-
A village deemed of Globe,
To the unseen Global village,
An adventure to reach any time,any where!
Wheel,
Took the burden of feet to it's shoulders,
If not wheels,
Wings,the answer is the question!
Where?
Digging the layers of layers of wounded Mesopotamian soil,
Tracing the resting soul,
The pioneering potter,
To offer his long pending royalty!
I may not be alone,
yet know how lonely it is to be alone.
A spectrum of less visible light.
Desperate for message on a forgotten phone.
You see other people,
in love or friendly congress.
In disgusted annoyance you scoff,
secretly craving their more over less.
Pacing the halls of your house,
looking for what's been lost.
Unexpressed emotions,
filling solitary days off.
Life feels so empty.
Display cake with no flavor.
Depression drains your energy.
Excitement quickly loses favor.
Not realized until too late,
connection is a universal.
Even to an introvert,
exist no compassion, no survival.
Scribed words on a page,
may not warm your heart.
If that's the case, understood.
Then burn me, please and thaw your parts.
Just as long as you hear this,
Ill leave you to yourself.
I empathize. I realize.
It hurts being left on the shelf.
Only advice I dare to give,
Is no advice at all.
Just that if I'm around when you trip,
I promise not to let you fall.
-Angel Fatale-
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
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(Poets, what's the first thing that comes to your mind?
Finish this poem and let's see how many different
endings we can get.)
Merry Christmas!!
The freedom which will make her attitude strange, is pending
The time when in my disliked acts she'll engage, is pending
The new constitution makes unlawful every pleasure
The death for which ropes now we have to arrange, is pending
Marriage will be declared as unacceptable pact
In near future, among boys girlfriend's exchange is pending
This soothing breeze wants to make me sleep on the driving seat
If I'm going to drive - on us - a deadly prange is pending
Our excessive intelligence will leave us abnormal
On our mental confidence - a quick derange is pending
June 18, 2022
I can't help not to cherish
the memories of our past
when every minute there's bliss
and joy in our hearts.
I can't help not to wish
that I can turn back time
on that very moment
when you told me you're mine.
What happened to your promise
that you sealed with a kiss
when you said that you won't leave me
no matter what will be?
I'm all yours, but are you still mine?
Are your promises mere words
or will you fulfill them in time?
And if (oh please, I hope not)
you're not the same man,
please tell my love to come back
so we can go on with our plan.
It's really sick to believe
I would ever want to think about you again.
It's hard to find any good memories,
none to my recollection.
Was so hard for you to show any affection,
couldn't meet any of my expectations.
Always coming up short
or never coming home at all.
Something I have to contend with
i guess all the time you were pretending,
think it's really all beyond any mending,
to me it was just plain offending,
investigation pending.
As the night wait for day
And light give lighted way
And dream goes awake
Give right tune to my day
My moral goes new hike
By the inspiration of her eyes
Her view fill me like lighted sun
Inspire me to touch new hike
Now my life making new shape
My emotion goes flourishing
After achieving your delicate touch
I got fragrance of your love
Now I am ready to view dream
And wanted to touch roses of love
It is now depend on you
Accept my pending proposal
Bamused of searching for pearch,
Where there is no despondency,
To find saint in living.
The more i search,
The more bootless i found.
My heart became lonely,
Depression follows my path,
Courage became tedious to divulge,
Being my only sterling grants,
I became pessimistic.
Wandering around irrationally,
I met a charming Angel.
Bosom with beauty, and
Glowing like diamond.
Hmm! An Angel from heaven.
My hormones arose,
Hope seems to be back,
Courage seems to be summoned,
Depression seems to evacuate,
But, loneliness proves stubborn.
The angel sanitizes my heart,
And quarantine my emotions.
The Covid of my life,
As the beauty surpasses 19.
Wow! My eternity virus.
Her refusal locked me down,
And placed in isolation of love pandemic,
For weeks.
Loneliness proves stubborn,
My greatest grants.
Who have i offended?
And placed in Excruciation.
My love in pending .
Days, months and years,
Adoring you, will be my coach.
Alimi Abdulkabir's poetry.