Best Poignantly Poems
I hear the voices you once bequeathed to me
Enchanting concert music in symphony of love
But I left the theater before the show was over
Walking all alone in the missteps of contempt,
Endorsing the reticence of unspoken words.
Deep in my psyche these memories now reside
Where devoid of fond smiles, blossoms have dried.
As I refuse to accept that I’ve lost you forever
Echoes of outcry from the unsung emotions
Poignantly evoke the saddest lines of discourse
In conversations espousing laments of my soul,
Within backstreets of mind amid chaos of thoughts
Having lost directions to dreamlands of the past,
For I refused the promise in winter’s goodbye
And rejected fiery passions of autumnal vibes,
As I squashed the dreams in flights of monarchs—
Never kissing fragrant lips of doting ambrosia.
Though you guided me through twilight of romance
I struggled in ineptitude of lovesick night of dark—
Oh, how I missed my mark beneath the northern star!
As my storm keeps churning, hosting a cyclone,
The rivers, once calm, have flooded my crops
And gusty winds ravaged dismantling my farm
And tall weeds have now occupied my sidewalks,
As dissonance of our love remorsefully squalls
Within indecisive nomenclature of my timid heart.
September 25, 2019
Placed 1st: In the backstreets of my mind poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Placed 3rd: Strand select C contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
poignantly, love hurts,
Form:
Free verse
There beneath the dome of ashen sky
Nary a hint tonight of her favorite stars
And motion above of cumulus clouds
Neither does thunder, nor pleads aloud.
Restless, voiceless she poignantly recalls
Spark that evoked from doting heart
As under the olive tree he knelt down,
Before his vows got muffled by bombs.
There she heard how nothingness sounds:
As houses burned, buildings collapsed,
Bodies were scattered for miles long
In mangled, shattered voices of chaos
When vacant disgust muzzled the town--
Neither did anywhere church bells ring
Nor did the minarets make prayer calls;
Gone were the cries from mother's arms
And footsteps of hunger buzzing in shops
And heartbeats of lovers strolling for joy
And laughs of the youths playing with ball.
And there she still lingers in echoes of war--
Why didn't her verses compose a ballad?
Why didn't her love strum strings of guitar?
And why oh why, so soon did her music stop?
August 31, 2019
Placed 1st: Silence poetry contest by Silent One
Placed 3rd: Strand choice 8 contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
poignantly, silence, war,
Form:
Verse
Oh sapience of musings, oh savior of poetic art!
How longingly I seek you out to inspire my ballad
When lassitude of the night envelopes my mind
And grimace of dawn darkens shrouded in fog.
Oh lyrics of melodies, oh harmonies of music!
How eloquently you speak in articulate dreams
When wordless melancholy poignantly echoes
And voice of emptiness confiscates my themes.
Oh redeemer of words, oh language of feelings!
How musically you evoke rhythms of symphony
When broken phrases languish in depleted ink
And haze of confusion subjugates my euphony.
Oh oratory of wisdom, oh intellect of vocabulary!
How metaphorically you divulge motifs of imagery
When ineptitude of simile diminish comparability
And wordplay disappoints in misplaced analogies.
Oh allure of meaning, oh enticement of literacy!
How singularly you elevate cadence of my poetry
When decaying thoughts linger forever miserably
And creativity encounters nothingness of drudgery.
October 5, 2020
Placed 1st: When there is no inspiration poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
poignantly, inspiration, literature, poetry,
Form:
Ode
It promised to be a bright starry night
as the sun dipped over the horizon.
Poignantly poised the few clouds scatter
as majestically the moon makes her appearance.
So close as she starts her nightly sweep
her rays near bright as day, regally
she dominates the dark sending it to oblivion as
she highlights this and that according to her whim.
Fickly she slips behind some clouds and
plunges the lands into inky darkness.
Laughing with glee she travels to her zenith
hovering there perfectly framed in beauty.
Now past her apex time rushes on as she dips down
her stellar light slowly begins to fade away.
With a final flick she bathes the world in silver
then bows to the dawning sun as she slips away
Categories:
poignantly, moon, night, stars, sun,
Form:
Verse
Upwards you gazed, poignantly painting me
like no one had before, nor has done since.
Concentric white and yellow circles. Free
of any common bearing or pretense.
I'd seen idyllic villages before -
The steepled church in sacred echo of
the cypress, looking down in fond rapport,
as olive trees embrace the town with love.
But never have I seen hills so inflamed,
nor moon so agitated and insane,
nor indigo sky eddies so untamed;
grappling to find the answers to life's pain.
Vincent, you were art's unheralded prince,
Like no one was before, nor has been since.
(an ekphrasis of Vincent Van Gogh's "The Starry Night")
Categories:
poignantly, art, depression, night, sky,
Form:
Personification
f o r g i v e n e s s
is the window
to unknot the twigs of tainted trees,
where cuffed anklets
around the star-struck skin of
seraphic silhouettes
feel the suppressed sighs
of the ice-moon,
while
cocooned in a nest
of clamorous clouds,
blanketing rivers of love
flowing within
the esoteric orb,
like the raining snowdrops,
designing a bed of purity and humility,
to rinse the remnants of
stinging sorrow,
pricking thin feathers of phoenix wings
in compassionate clemency,
sealed in envelopes
carrying inked veins of a
weeping violin...
and as the city lights
adorn the panoramic view
of this bleeding boulevard,
I search for a verb
that hides between verses,
woven from heartbeats
of you and I
from pools of poems
poignantly painted
within closed pores
of persimmon pages,
locked with glimpses and polaroids
of
unscripted
t o m o r r o w
that only the soul of swirling
comets
can decipher~
for this is a tale
of peacock butterflies,
mirroring blue-ringed topaz,
like hibernating eyes
that seek not
ephemeral effervescence
jinxed by the touch of
two-faced artists,
performing hypocrisy
in perfect tenor,
like alchemists
dressed
in neon fairy lights.
So take these words
as memoirs of m e r c y
this soul is the soil~
where chamomiles bloom
in the glass garden
of forget-me-nots,
as my mind is
a beloved heritage,
awaiting drizzling rays
condensed with contentment;
a tempest
sedated and subdued
in
ultraviolet grace…
Categories:
poignantly, forgiveness, friend,
Form:
Free verse
With words of gentle beauty,
your heart a lightning rod,
you grace us with your poems
that portray the face of God.
You sustain your themes so poignantly
ne'er straying from your track,
you always plumb the core of things,
of candor there's no lack;
and you're a friend to loneliness
to anger and despair, yet
you always find redemption
in a plea or in a prayer.
My dear your prayers are answered
and your dreams are coming true;
how could I be so lucky
to have found a girl like you?
Categories:
poignantly, love,
Form:
Quatrain
Travelling to the past…tiptoeing
back to soft, tender days of miracle,
which disappeared like crimson
rays of dusk gradually spread an
aura of apparent everlasting peace
with birds homecoming...
cocooned by mother’s love, and
father’s affection…protected
by doting siblings, a poignantly loving
and giving, blissful childhood!
Life is not a perpetual dream,
easy, and flowing, soothing, and calming…
The breeze which lulls, may
turn into wild, torturous, blustery wind,
cutting like a sharp knife on your skin,
on your face; you are swimming
against the cruel current of kismet,
an abrupt and precipitous choice
turns life into an unimaginable nightmare,
and no respite in view!
girl who used to find all her dreams
crystallized in shiny silver snowflakes,
was shaken by turbulent waves
of hurt, sorrow, and sufferings!
her values shattered,
her hopes crushed,
she thought she met the inevitable grim end!
End shocked her - standing upright
against the merciless storm, dark
clouds evaporated, radiant sun
arrived on a chariot of seven stallions,
horizon turned vermillion red, temple-bells
started chiming cadence of blessings,
she stood alone, but triumphant,
she was jubilant!
Categories:
poignantly, inspirational, life,
Form:
Free verse
YOU ARE THE PILOT (for boarding school students)
You need not wear a veil of pain
If you are perfect and prompt
For your prep all time.
You need not begin your day
With ordeal and agony
If you’re uniform is identical
With poignantly tucked in shirts
You need not begin your day
With punishment and pretence
If you speak the language
Of the British.
You need not begin your day in
Pity and peril
If chew and swallow the veggies
Served on your plate.
You need not begin your day
With protest and pressure
If you complete your homework on time.
You need not begin your day
With piques and problems
If you write your exams fine.
Your struggle today is the
Spring board for your better tomorrow.
Adversity does not tear down you
It make you desire for the
Seed of greatness,
So hitch your wagon to a star.
s.bagyalakshmi
Categories:
poignantly, school,
Form:
Free verse
My future happiness depended upon school,
They’re understanding of religious older parents,
Them constraining them with supervision,
So that I could have autonomy in my garments.
I mean, my parents let me wear what I liked,
But were unspeakably forceful poignantly,
Regarding who was going to dress and shower me:
Women, not men who could interact with me perfectly.
I wasn’t asking for all male carers,
Just one or two out of maybe five,
And I even offered to employ male nurses,
Rather than just anybody alive.
But my mum was disgusted at my suggestion,
Said it turned her stomach and made her ill,
Posited that I was not in my right mind,
Said that I made her queasy and gave her a chill.
The school’s social services seemed traditional,
Just like their toilet facilities, old and outdated;
The social worker had white, permed curly hair,
And so for parent disputes you could be slated.
So I never got the help I required and needed,
For my first care package at Glasgow University,
So I suffered from rejection, shortness and selfishness,
From my carers who were supposed to offer identity.
The wardens made it better for me every day,
Reprimanded them for disrespect and impoliteness,
But I never even imagined that voluntary carers,
Could suffice for my own future astuteness.
It upset my whole life, the schools neglect and indifference,
When I think that living success could have been sorted out,
My personal dignity and freedom could have been secured,
With a bit of determination and secular, atheistic liberal clout.
School is really just about your future,
It claims it by its very definition,
And the whole child should be taken and loved,
Not just his or her abilities with cognition.
Categories:
poignantly, caregiving, character, education, mother
Form:
Rhyme
The distant horizon now in passionate embrace of the sky
There are the stars, dewy wet; benignly conspiring to woo the pasture
Trodden for eternity by poets and lovers, the purple mist rises high
The rivulet flows amidst the mystic blue woods; its rapture
Overflowing all ages, all damp and morose households are swept
By the ethereal autumn, her all-pervading ripples of snow-scented lakes
O Nature, thy blessings in my heart is poignantly felt!
Prasenjit Banerjee
09.08.2014
Categories:
poignantly, autumn, beauty, romantic,
Form:
Pastoral
~~~~~~
haunting
harp melodies
leaving maestro’s fingers
poignantly echo ancient Celts
lingers.
Categories:
poignantly, music,
Form:
Cinquain
Paint pretty pictures peacefully
Paddle past ports paddocks – places panoramic
Peruse prospects pending play
Plan perceive possible plots
Pander persuade people precociously
Promising provocative plans persuasively
Propose patrons participation piquantly
Provide platforms permitting passion
Paradoxical pleasures permeate pleasingly
Participants partake pander panache
Paradigms preempt paradise pleasantly
Post-postmortems provide perchance possibilities
Present portray peaceful poise
Poignantly permit passing promises
Pledge pitch permit pipe-dreams
Pilot phenomenal pleasing performances
Categories:
poignantly, imagery, poems, poetry, word
Form:
Alliteration
As a child and a teenager I used to attend a mission-hall,
Which had an outreach to the homeless of Edinburgh;
And every three weeks until I was about seven,
They would give the last call so that god could your soul deliver.
They said at the end of every sermon,
Every three weeks in the evening,
“This is the last call!” and they meant ever,
‘Cos Jesus could return any time for the believing.
I felt so intimated by it, this unkind presence of mind,
That I could not properly sit on my seat,
But I knew that they were insane with melancholy,
And that it was the real dynamics of life that they could not heat.
I refused to chat with them after services and at the youth club,
About what I believed and about the in and outs of my thoughts,
But poignantly sat down with the Youth Fellowship leader once,
And talked to him about what in me life had very clearly wrought.
When I said outrightly that I did not believe in the Second Coming,
And that life was for keeps, give or take a few possibilities,
It was as if his world crashed down disarrayed in shambles,
As he was shattered by my philosophical sway and confident amble.
He realised fully that I was damning their last call,
The pressure of it and how it riled, writhed and tormented;
That it was for no good reason, for no universal moral principle,
For no disciplinary cause and for no complimentary angle.
So he arrogantly walked away from me, rudely with passivity,
Not aware of his own need of polity, sense and direction,
But it was a triumph for that mission-hall boy worker,
To react to an objector so firmly and not himself recapture.
They were generally unresponsive and indifferent,
To intelligent objectors who had a righteous way,
Because this left them with their day-to-day lunacy,
With reality dressed for them to face another day.
That mission has changed today into a Christian centre,
Bright and refurbished and selling lunches in a cafe,
And I am proud of its journey, how far it came,
Because the transition was by no means lame.
Categories:
poignantly, child, gospel, jesus, leadership,
Form:
Rhyme
My First Love
Soon now, I am going to see him
that one that I have loved so dear,
my heart's beating a little faster now
as the appointed time is drawing so near.
"My goodness", my heart pants
this line is so very long and I can hardly wait,
but when our eyes meet
no need for any words to be spoken for me to feel once again so complete.
You see, he was my first love, so this arranged meeting
between the two of us is oh so special,
and even though years have passed since I have seen his face
I have stayed faithful and true because of loving grace.
Poignantly, I remember his arms around me
the strength and tenderness and so loving they were,
his embrace, his breath on my face as he leaned down to kiss me
my heart leaps within as I draw nearer.
Oh, I gasped, I caught a glimpse of him and I know that
he to was stirred to see my face,
my heart is beating a little quicker
as I am getting closer to finishing my race.
You see, this first love is also
the Creator of soul,
and one day soon
I will be with Him and finally at home.
By: Marilyn S. Jennings
September 2, 2004
Categories:
poignantly, desire, devotion, first love,
Form:
Free verse