Best Table Poems

When all is but 
dark and dreary,
and coldness wraps the 
silhouette of 
my wooden surface,
I listen to the 
wafer thin whispers
echoing in whimsy tones-
when the moon 
wind-chimes sway 
to the balmy breeze;
hung on the side
of a weathered balcony,
where the sun sometimes
unfurls her feathery fingers,
to rest...

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Periodic table of elements





Periodic table of elements,
the true heart of chemistry,
Law of periodicity clements,
Mendeleev is not a history !

Bonding between two hearts,
ignoring all the negatives,
When breaks and rips apart,
defying the electro positives,

Atoms randomly disperse,
Directionless, blinded and betrayed,
Valencies in their course traverse,
Swaying in the numbers brigade...

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Insistent starkness claims a leafless day
Where morning breaks with silent calm and dread
The slope of field is framed, behind the glass
reveals a fallen tree, with jagged edge
and grassy hills now laced with autumn rust 

Inside we find a plain and cheerless room
The table sparce, an...

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Humankind shouldn't despise its own,
let love be reaped after it's sown.
Many people's shelves sparse from
high inflation,
come to His table, all generations.

Who sits at the honored seat?
Radiant Christ, the harvest is complete.
His angels summoned the needy,
some of them shunned by the greedy.
They've brought their famished children,
no...

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Laying my head back, eyes closing,
reminiscing, the years falling away into decades ago
to the 1950s at my grandparents' grand home
for Christmas.

It was a gracious dining room.
Noontime sun streaming in.
Chair rail with deep red wallpaper, white trim.
Decorating the lace clothed "Big Table"
was a tallish 1870s porcelain...

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early morning dream
a butterfly on my eyes
tiny fingers' touch

an innocent face
eagerly waits with closed eyes
daily breakfast kiss

rush hour traffic jam
flower girl at the window
dew drops on fresh rose

ringing telephone
nobody to attend it
quivering roses

afternoon tea time
rose petals on my table
another sun set





© kashinath karmakar(21st August 2011)
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Placement:5th;(Sept.2011)

Contest:Morning,noon...

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A poetry convention is a wow
Our writes we endeavour to plough
We'll meet so many friends
To enhance writing trends
Our strengths are as thick as the bough

To my table I have decided to seat
Three ladies whom I'd so love to meet
They are favourites of mine
And they will...

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DESSERT TABLE

Yes, it’s a beautiful spread
A tantalizing sight
With not Cezanne depth or solidity, but
Our hostess’ fond delight

She’s gathered not justs -
Not just cakes, cheeses and fruit
But a famous pot of snowball flowers,
A tall bottle of ultra-expensive wine, to boot

Now witness her many noted guests
Completely sated,...

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I don’t know about you but I think it right
That kids should eat at the table, most every night.
Sit down with mum, sit down with dad
For these are the best memories you’ll ever have.

There will come a time and it creeps up fast,
When past days...

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King Arthur had the right design
For when ideas abound
Discussion goes much smoother
At a table that is round.

When more than four sit down to talk
At tables long or square
The conversation’s aimed at who
Sits in the closest chair.

So little groups will splinter off
And miss the latest news
Of...

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soda sparks
and lemon juice
on every lip
and candle wick
explosion
of the champagne kind
to bubble brains
and swirl the minds
when summer limps
upon two heels
we break our vows
and kneel to feel
the rhythm of the losing heat
when soda sparks
in weak appeal
as sidewalks bend
their thoughts to me
while overactive melodies
complete themselves
in summer nights
I...

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The Supper Table
by D.A. Brooks

Steam rising, sifting through
   The kitchen air that we once knew.
Collards, peas and sweet iced tea,
   Hoping they'd save some for me.

Sliced tomatoes, juicy red
   Triangle cuts of hot cornbread
The smells from days so long...

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The image burns within
my brain of an 
old medieval hall,
remembered from childhood
picture books.

The food is heaped
upon the board,
the shields are on the wall.
The lords and ladies
round the groaning table
flirt and watch the fools, 
the one in the silly hat,
and the others huddled
against the walls.

As the...

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In this hour 
they called it the French lace minutes 
the sound of autumn leaves falling 
unbearable to the ear 
I slip out in the 
echoing space 
between now 
and then 
it's an insect like feeling 
that buzzes around 
too fast 
to be recognized 

then...

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As a child
I sat beneath my grandmother’s table
And listened to the stories and whispers
Of all who gathered 'round

If mom was in a really good mood
A cover could go over and make it into
The most exciting of hideaways

As I got older my friends would gather 'round
To...

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