Best Separable Poems


The Day of Lose

The man who taught us a lot..
Was the one who made us to fail that day.
The man who was most fond of us on that day
Has now become as our foe
As he gone separable from us!
The person whom we hate now
Was the man who provided realms of love that day
He was the same one who made us to beg
For the love which we lost now
The person who makes us to cherish that day
Become as a heartless stabber
Who made us to shed tears now..
The day which have gone frozen for us
Was the day which we felt helpless
The moments which we learned more
Were those ones when we felt ourselves
As the helpless zombies
We bid adieu for the prayers to the shepherd
As he made us to stood alone without you
The day we felt void within us
Was the day we lost you my buddy..

Together We Are Unique

TOGETHER WE ARE UNIQUE 
By Erastus "Popyeny" Shipuleni 

It is not about me and you, never been.
It is about us, together as one, 
That together we are unique
Yet together we are un separable

It is not about you neither me,
It about the unit and bold bond
Together we are strength
Share ideas to fight this pandemic 

Let us unite during this difficult moment
Let's work together for the better tomorrow, 
Combine our different ideas, merge as one
We are one from creation anyway
Why splitting ourselves? 

Is this an opportunity to appreciate each other,
or a chance to know each other? 
Although born as unique, still support each other 
Practising humanity. 

Hence, Be alert, Be connected.
Adhere to set regulations 
Practice safety first 
Be safe, stay at home

A Life Journey

Innocently born into a world full of fault 
Surrounded by all evils
Not knowing you will be apart of those sins
When you mature as a person and become part of a people

From start to finish
A journey of everything that’s possible
Though a reasonable path
One might be face with obstacles labeled illogical

A Rough road we must travel
And face things that are inevitable 
Will encounter many things we think we need
But yet are very much separable 

Life tends to bend you at times
And in which direction you must choose 
Life is just an alteration
That we as a people adjust to

It can be grating at times
Cold hearted of course
Full of agony and pain
With an apathetic attitude and no signs of remorse

Though when we reach our goal
It all turns around and actually has a meaning
You’re taught something from every experience 
  And you mature to all life’s seasons

This life we live is complicated
But it shapes you into who you are
And only can control
What is you will b
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Dear Sophia

Special little girl we finally get too have.
Overwhelmed the day we found out you were the little girl that Daddy and I waited for.
Plenty of brothers you will have to protect you, from any harm that comes your way.
Having you inside my tummy for nine months was overwhelming, we couldn’t wait to meet you.
In separable we will be, you are our little angel.
Awaiting your arrival is very close, we can’t wait to hold you close, and finally call you our little girl.
	Daddy ~n~ Mommy Love you

Non Separable

Oh! am with in me
                                                 being lies in being free
                                                      am talking to me?
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Moves To Zero

Moves To Zero
                (Randometer Functionality)

Randometers measure sequential ordered elements
Coded, incomplete, repeating
Drawn to the core of reason compartmentalized
Run from pens with solid ink
Rounded shapes sink into paper
Compositionality on curved particulars considered

Don't let facts get in the way
Dots parade, line up in space
Run from pens with solid ink
Rounded shapes sink into paper
Redundant, coded, incomplete, repeating

Levers move, calculate the soul, holes within
Turn separable logic switches on with warmth
Circular conclusions measurements
Form comfort zones in gravity
Create fractions down to zero

Dream gears find permanence on new platforms
Equate levels 1 through 5 slide rule wise
Perform with accuracy
Complete their circuits
Move to measure electronic hours
Dictate which direction time moves on

Constituent components rise in the dark
Concepts must be formulaic
Come without warning in the morning
Zero intent in mind


The Undiscovered Country

THE   UNDISCOVERED   COUNTRY               



We often gazed at the island, she and  I.
In the  broad Volga,  it    
Looked like one island in summer,
But boats entered  its leaves never coming back.
In fall   the view   cleared  it into two islands,
Separate,   but too close to be separable. 

An undiscovered   land  seen 
From  afar  at first,  then up close and so wonderful
And  seen again from  afar,
Shows a new hill or bay,
Not obvious from close-in.
A  lovely added dimension,  she said.

Unknown  Venus 
In  the frosty blue early spring sky
Shimmering and alone, except for us.
Every morning freshly welcome
Like a drink of cold water 
Always new, untouched.

She is the undiscovered country. 
A fresh world of  life, where memories are created 
Always new, moment to moment,  living  
With no plan,  no  history, unimagined new 
Ideas spring from her  reality.
My boat will never come back.

Premium Member Separable, Not Equitable

The difference between

    denotation and detonation

      ~ one of nuclear demarcation

Freedom

From within the forms of an opulent ambiance
A leaf I see is liberated from a tree, 
It rejoices its freedom with the wind,
When I release a kite in the sky 
Its reposeful swinging exuberates me,
Its freedom relaxes me,
When I watch some seagulls hovering over 
The edge of the sea snatching the leftovers, 
Swallowing and squeaking within the 
Spectrum of freedom, then I ask myself—
“Is the freedom separable from life?”

To My Valentine

God sighted me and you, in this ring
                           Like two pearls on a string
                           
                           I’ve seen many maidens,
                           But no one is like you even in the heavens.
                           
                           Not only in the sense of beauty,
                           But in every treaty.
               
                           Seen many beautiful faces,
                           Yours left, on my heart, deep traces.

                            To see you is the wish of my eyes,
                          At each instance in every day’s trice

                           Let the people tally or depart,
                          But you are the princess of my heart.
            
                          We are just 'two peas in a pod',
                          Put together, personally, by God.

                            I wish in this pool of adore,
                           It’s your canoe that touches the shore.
 
                           Listen to my small sweet heart,
                         It, of my life, announces you an un-separable part.

                          In my garden, it’s the flowers of your name that grow,
                         No other sailor’s boat, in this ocean of love is to row.

                     Let these two pearls in the string,
                    Be closest to each other for ever and ever in this ring.


                                                         Copy Right 2009 Navjeet Singh Sandhu

Premium Member Divorcee Diatribe

I'm still alive.
I'm singing like a swan 
And my beauty's impeccable.
Eight months divorced,
Spinnin' is my head
Now my kids are separable.
Workin' numerous jobs...
Now I sound like my Ex,
Oh, inexorable.
But no more slinging fault.
Life tosses lessons
So best ride and abide.
Go forth with pride.
You are the sinner 
And you are the Saint.
Be the the best you can.
Believe in yourself despite
The weather or demand.

My Friend (Part Two)

I’m really blissful that my poem brings you smile
I’ll always call upon to god, your cheerfulness be as long living as the NILE
I too fancy life to move in the same pace
Thanks for telling that you feel good seeing my face
For most of people I’m an immense disgrace 


I told you before and I’m telling you now
You’re a master creation for me, and will always remain, that’s my vow
In this sinister life, lots of people have come and they went
But nobody told me I’m god’s precious present 


A single thanks for telling my every poem touches your heart
And Billions and Trillions of thanks for making me your life’s un separable part
Good for you that, your grave like life has been changed by me
This is just the beginning; we’ve got lots to see 


I’m just amazed the way you have written
Every time I read it, it makes me forget the time I’ve been beaten
I’ll promise that I’ll never lose your poems not a single sheet
Not until the day I’ll die and they burn my meat 


It’s amazing that you have tried to reply in few lines
It’s extraordinary the way you have collected the rhymes
I may remember it so you have written a short song
I’ll remember it until the day I’m alive, even its trillion pages long 


But I’ve learnt that words spoken are not always true
Until it comes from heart and through
If every thing you’ve told is right from bottom of your heart
What ever happens with this world, we’ll never apart

A Body

THE WHOLE UNIVERSE IS A BIGGEST HOME
                          WE ARE PART AND PARCEL OF IT AS MEMBERS
                                 UN SEPARABLE EVEN AFTER DEATH
                                        IN CHANGED FORMATION
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My Friend ( Part Three)

Your every poem brings smile on my face
I wish that this life moves on in this same pace
Even I am glad that you think of me as different
But anyway for me you are god’s precious present

Your each and every poem deeply touches my heart
As you are one of my life’s un separable part
Without you all my life would have been grave
So, all these time we spent together I’ll always save

With my style of writing with you I know I can never compete
But what ever I write you’ll not lose a sheet
I’m just trying to reply in a few lines
So, that it will remind you in the future of all these times

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