Best Plangent Poems
...for Virginia Woolf
Seashells hiss her mystery,
leaves and flowers whisper
her humanity; lambent lines
of plangent wisdom, stories
of loneliness coated with love
and compassion, poetic
and rich in description.
Shackled in a masculine
environment, a room of her own
to create her ineffable prose,
a well-spring of joys and regrets.
A secluded stream disposed of her,
weighted and swirled where indifference
would no longer vex her to heaven
that welcomed her shimmering soul,
unsored by an unfriendly world.
Categories:
plangent, dedication, writing,
Form:
Verse
I feel the warmth of early morning sun.
The blackbird, singing in the cherry tree
Entrances all with matins just begun –
Ethereal plainchant, plangent melody.
The snow-white blossom hides a darkling bird
From eyes that would discern this source of joy.
Though nothing’s seen, his heartfelt song is heard,
His mate to charm; his rivals to annoy.
Charmer of worms, I see your yellow beak
Now opening to disgorge divine enchantment
To humans, who the charms of Nature seek,
In troubled times, for solace and contentment.
Your pastoral serenade surrounds me all day long;
The sun is sinking fast, and so, to evensong.
Categories:
plangent, bird, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
21christimase, annum as gone, am still staring at the sun there, I mean down
there goes my day youth:
tendering, losing difference type of dream, imagery unfulfilled with pain and agony.
! O ribcage, catalyst of my misery why thou you follow plangent of life, a blessing, nemesis
how would i change my destiny with time, in the day of death, friend goes away when am i
ready for the next bosom war of heart, that fall fragile without no nature to pick it up.
dear poltergeistics, nonreciprocal spouse forgive my sermon impediment am a mouse.
am like a rain which fall on people plant, for more manure.............
am like a sun who shine in human, head hat....................
am like a dream thy woke up and edifice is future............
'I can feel my ticker beating, like a drum, when am sad people are like a solace to me
thou blithe of earth thy full of sorrow, tergiversate, but people try to termagant, thy way of
tilting to the face of the earth.
'I can hear the tinnitus from the Island, for thou not judge me by my sombre, cause i need a
smidgen rain to dwell my feelings.
Categories:
plangent, christmas, people, rain, day,
Form:
Ballad
...for Virginia Woolf
Seashells hiss her mystery, leaves
and flowers whisper her humanity,
lambent lines of plangent wisdom, stories
of charity coated with love and compassion,
poetic and rich in description.
Shackled in a masculine environment,
a room of her own
to create her ineffable prose,
a well-spring of joys and regrets.
A secluded stream disposed of her,
weighted and swirled where detachment
would no longer vex her, to heaven
that welcomed her shimmering soul,
unsoured by an unfriendly world.
Categories:
plangent, on writing and words,
Form:
Verse
Raindrops falling
Haven’t seen the morning paper yet
Here are the raindrops
One, two, three..
The headlines must be…
Floods in Mumbai
Don’t go away
Listen to the voices
One, two, three…
Song of the protean wayfarer
Dance of the gypsies
Prancing sluices
Dont go away
Here goes the plangent fiddle too
What a way to water the day..
By: S.Jagathsimhan Nair
Categories:
plangent, nature,
Form:
Free verse
21christimase, annum as gone, am still staring at the sun there, I mean down
there goes my day youth:
tendering, losing difference type of dream, imagery unfulfilled with pain and agony.
! O ribcage, catalyst of my misery why thou you follow plangent of life, a blessing, nemesis
how would i change my destiny with time, in the day of death, friend goes away when am i
ready for the next bosom war of heart, that fall fragile without no nature to pick it up.
dear poltergeistics, nonreciprocal spouse forgive my sermon impediment am a mouse.
am like a rain which fall on people plant, for more manure.............
am like a sun who shine in human, head hat....................
am like a dream thy woke up and edifice is future............
'I can feel my ticker beating, like a drum, when am sad people are like a solace to me
thou blithe of earth thy full of sorrow, tergiversate, but people try to termagant, thy way of
tilting to the face of the earth.
'I can hear the tinnitus from the Island, for thou not judge me by my sombre, cause i need a
smidgen rain to dwell my feelings.
Categories:
plangent, christmas, people, rain, day,
Form:
Ballad
Lute
Curved, inviting, light,
it has the look of antique ships,
a galleon bulge of straight-grained woods.
Fretful cat-gut cords
coiled taut by silver screws
above the calibrated neck
conceal a thousand foot-pound pirouette.
Child of Sirocco and Spain,
veils, fans, brocade, and lace,
olive, vine, and orange surprise,
its plangent sound irrigates the moonlit air
peeks through black-eyed jalousies.
Dowland, Cutting and our solid Bach
crocheted arabesques of tuneful notes
like pearls, rubies, emerald stones,
to pluck or tease from that dark pupil
a winking smile of treble Sun.
Categories:
plangent, arabic, music, silver, smile,
Form:
Verse
...for Virginia Woolf
Seashells hiss her mystery,
leaves and flowers whisper
her humanity; lambent lines
of plangent wisdom, stories
of loneliness coated with love
and compassion, poetic
and rich in description.
Shackled in a masculine
environment, a room of her own
to create her ineffable prose,
a well-spring of joys and regrets.
A secluded stream disposed of her,
weighted and swirled where indifference
would no longer vex her to heaven
that welcomed her shimmering soul,
unsored by an unfriendly world.
Categories:
plangent, sad,
Form:
Verse
...for Virginia Woolf
Seashells hiss her mystery,
leaves and flowers whisper
her humanity; lambent lines
of plangent wisdom, stories
of charity coated with love
and compassion, poetic
and rich in description.
Shackled in a masculine
environment, a room of her own
to create her ineffable prose,
a well-spring of joys and regrets.
A secluded stream disposed of her,
weighted and swirled where detachment
would no longer vex her, to heaven
that welcomed her shimmering soul,
unsoured by an unfriendly world.
Categories:
plangent, dedication
Form:
Ode
Lady Spider weaving her web again;
Powerful stories surfing on the net.
Hostess - protecting anchors around
Trail Blazer, accosting melodic sound.
Wonder now, what traps she spins.
Boomerang, those frailed legs wantonly pin.
Hideous grips, Neo Geometric moves,
Tempting shots, another day, type cast hooves.
True DNA, we ought to meet,
Face to face on grass luscious green;
Fencing brainstorm, Vedic games:
Who lost and who reigns supreme.
Mark words; the destiny song sings,
Limpid Plangent the oasis rings:
Grasshoppers play their fiddle well.
She spider fries her tale: and it sells.
Categories:
plangent, life, love
Form:
Free verse
My heart weakened by its innumerable years
continues to flutter its plangent beats. An
ancient maple tree, its leafless naked branches calls
for me to rest beside its protective scaly bosom,
for it sees a messenger perched upon my shoulder.
I feel its pulsing inner core gently whispering of things forgotten. My tortured troubled intellect fails to comprehend the language of its quintessence.
My shriveled breast listens and its fundamental
makeup comprehends its declaim.
The benevolent and hospitable giant with invisible
web feet bids me to become part of its composition.
My inner self understands its venerable message for
it whimpers like a malnourished neglected infant
waiting impatiently to suckle its mother.
Oh! If only I could creep into its nucleus and curl up
in a fetal position to expiate my sins while transmuting
my nonspiritual body into it’s vibrant sap and feed its
vascular cambium system so that my essence can once again Return to its natural state.
Categories:
plangent, age, death,
Form:
Free verse
Going home
He had come back different, or maybe he had never really come back at all.
It had changed him; now eyes withdrawn, furtive,
Looking out into someplace, somewhere within his own mind.
Even in sleep, never really at ease.
Twitchy with dreams and mumbled words.
Sometimes awakened, sitting but not really there.
Worsening as time unfolded,
Gripped in the mind and body,
Abetted by liquor and chemicals.
Counselors seen for the edginess, irritability, bad dreams.
The distances from family widened,
First gradual withdrawal, then full retreat.
No answers, only tears and anger.
Until now laid to rest.
David Holmes
March 5, 2021
A drizzly wind-swept day atop a hill;
The white markers with chiseled family names and dates to then surround him.
As they gathered in the wind,
The mournful plangent sound
Of the piper in kilt swept over them,
Bringing rest, bringing closure.
.
Categories:
plangent, home, life,
Form:
Free verse
What can we pretend
Or how do we react
When betrayal fails a friend?
Those twin imposters look nuclear
To wreck any pact
And so we let slip the dogs of war.
Yet there is strife
In winning or in loss
What matters in life
Is much more than such dross
But pain,our plangent pain
Reverberates with raucous roars
When fast fading gain
erupts in Joblike sores.
Categories:
plangent, anger, betrayal,
Form:
Sonnet
...for Virginia Woolf
Seashells hiss her mystery,
leaves and flowers whisper
her humanity; lambent lines
of plangent wisdom, stories
of loneliness coated with love
and compassion, poetic
and rich in description.
Shackled in a masculine
environment, a room of her own
to create her ineffable prose,
a well-spring of joys and regrets.
A secluded stream disposed of her,
weighted and swirled where indifference
would no longer vex her to heaven
that welcomed her shimmering soul,
unsored by an unfriendly world.
Categories:
plangent, dedication
Form:
Verse
Beneath the city's concrete awning,
Sunlight pirouettes through the urban sprawl.
A danseuse of shadows on an asphalt stage,
Nature's pulsations thrum through it all.
Skyscrapers, leviathan bellwethers,
Forge an ersatz forest, soaring high-hearted.
Yet, within the interstices, light clandestinely seeps,
A palpitant echo of the limitless sky.
Amidst the urban hustle, a delicate interlude,
Komorebi, a tender kiss on the city's veins.
A pause in the plangent urban resonation,
Nature reclaims what the concrete constrains.
Crystal leaves and chrome branches entwine,
Casting intricate choreography on sidewalks below.
Sunlight gavottes through the narrow openings,
In the eurythmy of ebb and flow.
Candescence alights in hidden sanctuary,
Where sunbeams dance, and freedom finds liberty.
Komorebi, a serene urban ballet,
Nature handwrit in city's clamorous fray.
Categories:
plangent, appreciation, confidence, language, light,
Form:
Free verse