Best Stratified Poems
The aria of the sunburst slivers of the sky,
entwined with the cadence of your ivory feet,
winding on the pearl-rolled silver sea shore,
carves the rhythm of your footprint sculpture,
only for a beguiling while,
until scraped by the surge of time tide in spate,
stowed in the depth of the stratified memory,
they are all fossilized since.
I’ll make a sapphire sea of desire in my heart,
its golden beach, a shimmering crystalline face
will radiate the dissolved patina of yearning.
From the mystique mist of azure
the rise of an angel I’ll see astounded,
walking drenched in the crimson aura,
the twilight sky drizzling.
I’ll congeal my racing surf of heart beats,
the aching waves will return unbroken,
your footprints will remain engraved unwashed
on the silent sands of the stalled time,
until I reach you, enthralled,
following the mirage of the tantalizing trail,
the lure of your attraction.
Written : January 19, 2020
Contest : Favourite Poem From January 2020
Sponsor : Julia ward
Categories:
stratified, imagery, inspirational love,
Form:
Free verse
Stream gushes on
The rocky terrain
My boat plunges
In the whirlpools’
Spiralling anguish
Attrition perpetuates, time to get onto the sail
The saviors winsome winds of uplifting solace
Sanctum of stratified darkness freezes within
Time to paint patina of joy on petals of hope
The sky crumbles
On sands of time
Hues of rainbow
Rapture dissolve
I drown in the sea
Of boundless bliss
Enlightened I find
In the cross-current
The oneness divine
Illumined between
The supreme & me
Categories:
stratified, analogy, spiritual,
Form:
Shape
Beauty of nature is in its dictum.
The world is being stratified,
here life and plants are as the guide,
charming consensus of the stratum.
Hushing tones of the swinging pines,
hikers often do approach,
how the flowers claim for touch -
miscellaneous layers, medley signs.
Transparent water of streams and ponds,
human nature making bonds,
entwined, enchanted – gazing.
From the distance looks the deer
on exhausted mountaineer –
sheep grassland biome are grazing.
Categories:
stratified, nature,
Form:
Verse
i like spelling "i" in the small case
doesn't it make me humble?
yet, do i feel this way
ever?
humble pie ...
death, destruction, deplorable images
smash your loved one in the face
reality gravitates around
a death mask
feel your sternum ...
apply C.P.R.
and maybe your pericardium
becomes electric
again
telling you what to do
so that thoughts of originality
slip into dreams
Categories:
stratified, body, history,
Form:
Free verse
Atmosphere stratified over billions of years
Envelopes the Earth with protective layers
Saves the life from damaging solar radiation
Controls the climate and its spatial variation
Burns meteorites or asteroids on their course
So the Earth doesn’t become another Mars.
Mountain peaks pierce invisible atmosphere
Air pressure becomes less and less up there
Clouds surge sink slow in low-pressure trough
Descend as rain and snow with winds rough
The air becomes thin with oxygen depletion
Climber’s heart struggles albeit in jubilation.
Let life lying low become the mountain high
Rise over dreary atmosphere to touch the sky
Reach the stratum where the pressure is low
You will unburden life leaving the load below
Ecstasy clouds would enter mind at elevation
Melt in your heart as rain of blissful exaltation.
August 25, 2017
Categories:
stratified, inspirational, life, mountains,
Form:
Rhyme
Wake! and see the extent to which you’re still enslaved
enslaved by your own kind who hanker after conditioning platitudes
the clubby comfort of secretly oath-taking power cliques
Wake! O! Asia! Wake!
Remember! Remember Haidar Ali his son Tipu and Akbar
remember Sivaji and Chandra Bose and Kattapomman and Asoka
remember O! remember the one and only Mahatma
Wake India! O! Wake!
Wake! India! Wake! and see how your destitute generations are shunned aside
in infested villages sans drains sans potable water sans hope
see how they’re bound in mantric incantating castiron caste strictures
Wake! O! India! Wake!
No where else in the world are humans so in-humane-ly stratified
what proof have the Brahmins to issue forth from Brahma’s head
who proclaimed them the chosen elite on top of the Indian pile of castes
Wake! O! India! Wake!
Wake! and see how your northern brethren have cast off their spiritual shackles
even if they had abjured the path of the just to yoke their bodies
yet for each child a vaccine a soja-filled stomach to keep slavers away
Wake! O! India! Wake!
Wake! O! India! Wake before it’s too late!
for your own kind are about to enslave you once all over again
and the old master needs hardly despatch troops to proclaim his divine law
Wake! India! Wake!
Wake and watch how your elite ape and espouse the ways of the old master
how for an air-ticket a stipend per diem they would do you in without compunction
how for some lions memberships in select clubs they’d betray your own true kind
Wake! O! Asia! Wake!
Wake! O! Indonesia! Wake and see how the G.N.P. in Singapore
far outweighs that of the former papal Portugal now
how the four fiery Eastern Dragons no more parade in papier maché garb
Wake! Indonesia! Wake!
(Continued in Part One - 3)
Categories:
stratified, inspirational, old, old,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
HOPE SEEDS HAPPINESS IN DRY TEAR DROPS
Soaring storm seethes in scared sky
Tracks tormenting terror in the air
The stratified wind doesn’t know why
The harsh turbulence it should share.
Afflicting anger flares in spiteful mind
Smolders sullen life to form extant ember
The anguished ashes fly far, fail to find
The rationale why empathy doesn’t care.
Heaving haze hangs on the humid horizon
Spreads shroud of glazed gloom on atmosphere
Confused clouds drift away from the shy sun
Hoping from dark a bright day would appear.
Seething sorrow simmers in marooned mind
Permeates pain in life drowned deep in despair
Serene soul blooms bliss for agony to rescind
Sedate hope seeds happiness in dry drops of tear.
March 28, 2018
Categories:
stratified, analogy, anger, happiness, inspirational,
Form:
Alliteration
Superfluous, abundant, saturated with fat,
Filled to the max on each floor,
She gorges herself with all that we earn,
Then, defiantly, still demands more,
More of ourselves, more of our life,
She demands we play by her rules,
Of intricate policies of bylaws and charters,
Funding police, health and schools,
And we continue to feed her, every day of the year,
Feed her till the first of July,
Whence she returns back to the people,
And pleads a year’s further supply,
She’s our government of people, for all of the people,
Bureaucratically she’s stratified,
To gorge on us to give all of us,
The chance to be satisfied.
Categories:
stratified, metaphor, people, society,
Form:
Personification
Atmosphere stratified over billions of years
Envelopes the Earth with protective layers
Saves lives from harmful cosmic radiation
Controls the climate and weather variation
Burns meteorites before they become curse
So the Earth doesn’t turn into another Mars.
Mountain peaks pierce invisible atmosphere
Air pressure decreases up the gradient there
Breathlessness sets in with oxygen depletion
Climber’s heart struggles albeit in jubilation
Clouds spiral in cyclonic low-pressure trough
Pour as rain and snow swept by winds rough.
Let the depressed life climb the mountain high
Rise over dreary atmosphere to touch the sky
Reach euphoria stratum where pressure is low
Enliven weathered life leaving the agony below
Ecstasy clouds will suffuse the mind at elevation
Drizzle in your soul as the shower of exaltation.
December 30, 2021
Contest : Weather
Sponsor : Angela Tune
Categories:
stratified, analogy, angst, depression, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
A cosmic event, singular and grandiose,
the Big Bang blast of the prime particle, the condensed light,
created mass in an instant that accreted by the nascent gravity
in the nebulous galaxies and in the flaming stars
of the archaic universe, expanding.
They all contain the history of time
not yet burnt nor consumed by the black holes.
They wrap the primordial light of the cosmos,
not yet dimmed nor dead in the dwarf stars.
Within the sphere of gravity of the stars
they build with the planets their empire in space,
each evolving their planetary structure.
Their destiny controlled by the stars’ energy
decides their future in the cosmos,
if they’d be in orbit or drift away in deep space,
decides if in them life would ever be seeded
to germinate or destroyed by the hostile celestial events.
In the heliocentric planetary system
the sun, our star, still blazing in primeval pride
made for us the blue planet, the unique earth,
in the limitless space a tiny speck of stratified rocks
where life appeared and evolved in diverse forms,
not yet thwarted nor reached their terminal time,
where man emerged as the species of selection,
not yet sure of the future, secured or face annihilation,
but when the sun rises and the horizon gleams in color
the pristine nature on earth comes to life in the present.
The cosmic design of the stars near and far
defines the astronomic architecture of the zodiac.
The night sky displays the harmony of the primordial pattern,
transmitted to everything that exists on earth,
decides their fate in some astral way,
not yet understood nor discarded as unsound.
Life may or may not follow the unperceivable dictate of astrology,
the stars will appear in the sky at their will,
take us to their world of fantasy on space odyssey.
As our crimson star sets behind the grey of the dusk
the night falls opening the darkened sky.
The stars of constellations open their eyes one by one
twinkling in blue glow that travelled for many light years,
an adornment of the night’s flushing firmament,
not yet stolen nor abandoned in the outer space.
The sprinkle of stardust sparkles in lovers’ hearts,
not yet deserted nor broken in shards.
June 17, 2018
Categories:
stratified, analogy, fantasy, space, stars,
Form:
Free verse
Nature compares but classes
Are imminent and permanent
In levity of stratified system.
Even when a cat kills and eats
A rat it can't be equal
To a lion in the jungle.
Hunting speedy antelope
They may both be carnivores
But one is king of the jungle.
Categories:
stratified, africa, anti bullying, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
he’s the cream of the fetid crop drop my dream off at the bank and cash it in sin grins demons demonstrate and deify stratified simpletons who caress videos with pornographic poverty mediocrity meditates on mushroom clouds stalking world peace foreclosed homes stripped fixed and sold to the highest bidder the inane riddle chuckles in every direction rock-stars teenage cop cars crowd the camera-addled peasant lanes fire pistons plug the hole first down and ten yards to go score and win next season begin again push push push once more beyond the wall hear the women call they want you with a painted smile to finish the last cracked concrete mile denial of the loss sets in as he gets ahead of you and there’s nothing you can do except sit at home and stew over the fences you fell through
Categories:
stratified, spiritual, visionary, riddle,
Form:
Free verse
In the imagery network of intricate design,
layer on layer, the metaphoric mind is stratified,
the levels of innate awareness are aligned
with the unique perspective patterns unified.
Many elements of the singular identity secures
access to the secret sanctum of psychic recess,
transcend the timeless thresholds of joy and pain,
as senses merge with the supreme consciousness.
My metamorphosed mind turns into an inventor,
makes a mirror with the luster of mirage for me.
I look into it reaching the self-aggrandized oasis,
where it is only me as Narcissus I always see.
The blow of tormenting time breaks the mirror,
my ethereal essence transforms it into a window.
I see the twilight gleam shimmer in the horizon,
beckons me to start a new journey before sundown.
I travel within as an introspective probing voyager,
perceive the eternal soul in the alcove of bliss,
suffusing me with the absolute aura of divinity,
I get liberated from the hold of mortal abyss.
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March 7, 2023
Contest : Break The Mirror
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
stratified, analogy, introspection, life, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
A Jerky Reverie
Where is the moon just now?
The light shining from the sun
appears, to have blotted it out.
The stark darkness of a motionless
void, where atomic debris not seen,
passes
through it, violating solid state.
Harmonious discontent, disconcertedly
in serial fashion proceeds atonally
in a jerky reverie; weeping tearfully
musical notes arise in hesitance, seemingly
from nowhere, like faint smoke arises
from a fire, brooding, over irrelevance.
Why is the light so dim?
A serene moment, born alive, outwardly
gesticulating, silently swaddling a mindful
yet unarticulated and self-willed thought,
a thought which plummets over itself,
as over a precipice, steely, shortsighted,
perhaps longingly, into a discordant
pool of afterbirth, languishing momentarily,
recognizing its purpose, to enrapt, to give notice!
Who blotted out the sun?
As hairy beasts of long, long ago
tramped bipedal out into grizzly landscapes
where voluptuous volcanic teats
alined in all their glory disgorged
hot lavic, retch, painting again a textured
grit, a layer of time, stratified, new,
brilliant, flawed, awaiting encounters.
The bony beasts, brains now enlarged,
experienced, tooled up, science in
mind, recursive by design, calculating,
manipulative, mindful meditations
on control, edgy love slap, forthwith as a
dangerous impulse, unto itself and it.
Categories:
stratified, animal, anxiety, august, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
In the live network of intricate design,
layer on layer, the mind is stratified,
the strata of innate awareness align,
unique sagacious patterns are unified.
Many attributes of sole distinction gain
access to the fold of secret psychic recess,
transcend undefined limits of joy and pain,
senses merge with absolute consciousness.
I reach within as introspective explorer’s entity,
discern the enlightened soul in the bay of bliss,
suffusing me with supreme essence of divinity,
I get liberated from the depth of dark abyss.
That’s the individuality of mine people see
behind the screen of singularity, for I am me.
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January 12, 2022
For A Brian Strand 1095 Contest
Categories:
stratified, introspection, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme