Best Throb Poems
the sound of silence echoes more...
than all the noise of loud uproar
Date: 04/26/2021
Submitted for: Paradox of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Categories:
throb, silence,
Form:
Monoku
Darling, will you love me still if I weren't a poet?
Will you hold my hand if I hypothetically happened
to pause my pen from poesy?
If I didn't use alluring alliterations to express my emotions?
If my soul stayed silent with no more stimulating similes?
Will you respect me if I refrain from rhyming ruminations?
Will you really care for me if I didn't use
imaginary imagism in our intimate interactions?
Will you share my worries if I were to withhold myself from writing?
Will you miss me manufacturing meticulous metaphors?
Will you caress and comfort me
if I cease to construct colourful canticles?
My handsome hero, will you accept me if I were a normal girl,
And not your special sweetheart with spectacular songs?
Will you tolerate my tantrums if my tongue terminated those tugging tunes?
Will you hold and hug me if I were to halt my hand
from creating clever, catchy compositions?
Will you value me verily if my verses vanish and vaporise?
If my muse turned morose and mum, will you still stay by my side?
If my moods metamorphosed into melancholic mysteries,
will you be mad at me or motivate me?
Will you still find me mesmerizing if making melodies escape my memory?
If I discontinued my ditties, will you discard me or defend me?
Will you be fond of me if I freeze my fingers from fashioning your fanciful fantasies?
Dearly beloved, will you still lavish me with love forever
if I were not a person to present my poetic preparations?
If I were to discontinue my direct declarations, will you still delight in me?
Oh! Will you appreciate me anyway if I abandoned my artistic abilities?
Tell me, my dear and I will stop my stuttering soul and muttering mind...
Will you prohibit my passion for poems...
or accept me as I am?
Categories:
throb, imagination, passion, poetry, true
Form:
Free verse
She is many things,
like what Spring brings to shivering wings,
creatures like us sing from her touch, fly to her much,
feeding from the everlasting song her beauty transmits,
Linda's face is always strong, sage, and sensuous
as a symbol of liberty that says to the fatigued free thinker
you have more to achieve, to believe,
don't rest until you've won, trust in now,
PD. is the perfect noun with the most,
unwise to show envy towards her
for she has earned all her roses & garlands
knows suffering more than most, throws inspiration to those in need
like a pelican weeps and swoons
in the blood of self sacrafice, loving us, telling us we're the fuss,
she'll cry with you and then shock One into strength,
slam boom bam you if you fail to admire her Divine Genius,
teaching by taking the first step,
I love Linda because she is the greatest I know,
the sweetest and the wisest in the show,
her feather teaches me, her heart reaches me,
Linda is my Sphinx,
giving heavenly links, expelling my jinx -
This write is dedicated to Linda, aka. Poet Destroyer, my Sphinx
for her birthday - she is ageless, and her life is a gift to me -
with love & respect - J.A.B.
Categories:
throb, beautiful,
Form:
Ode
We all tend to hold faith and hope to bolster
our daily stay inside a positive base where our
desired dreams and wants are void of negative
claims as painfully aimed straight towards afraid.
Each morn we dress in faith to fortify our prayers
potential so that our dour tears will not break
our hopes most delicate and integral stencil.
While in principal we all hold faith and hope
for the whole world, we mostly purpose both
to keep our claimed emotive focus controlled.
Due to error characteristics, we all seem to
deny ourselves charity for we falsely feel unfit
but with behaviors altruistic, we are genuinely
authentic to our earthly purpose and role as God’s
souls on a human journey of charitable service.
United and individually, we are all charity worthy
and deserving of truly compassionate sharing;
our hearts same throb as loving children of God.
Categories:
throb, caregiving, faith, god, hope,
Form:
Free verse
heart has
always been
a great pump
this I learnt
when I was
in school
but the
truth still
remains
unknown.
I have seen
the hearts
of cadavers
how thick
and cold
their flesh
were
but the
truth
remains - my
heart-throb.
though little
truths do
people know
about heart
yet more and
more of my
heart-throb
I know
but the
truth is -
it's more
than an idol
to me.
Categories:
throb, love
Form:
Verse
That mirror on your mantle
proves you strive for grace
too vexing for value pure
since vanity prods your face
like those cheers that shape your set
until familiar phrasing
highlights how desperately
you clutch at fame blazing
from every blistered crystal
projecting your daydream
of bliss within royalty
mastering your gray scheme.
Your promotion starts at home
where all who dare to ask
are privy to your journey
balancing each grim task
with hardly a random care
beyond your next staging
as awake fans everywhere
ignore your heart's raging.
Enjoy your starring campaign
while the spotlight holds force
since harmony fades away
from those with no remorse.
Categories:
throb, people
Form:
Lyric
"Love me," he said.
"NO."
-She laughed-
"Trust me," he said.
"No!"
-She cried-
"See me," he said.
What?... Why?... What's the point? ... Why are you here?
*so many real questions with plastic answers.
"Okay," she said.
-She caves-
*as quickly as the candles were lit, they blew out.
"I'm sorry," he said.
What happened to it?
What happened to what?
What happened to...
"I will always protect you."
"You don't understand how much this means to me."
?
It does, eh?
*Where's the flowers at?
"That's what I thought."
END.
(Damn Cave)
Categories:
throb, forgiveness, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passion,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Dewdrops Throb
One misty dawn a rose was kissed
The kiss of love, full flush
In magic of a morning tryst
Her joyful soul became bewitched
On her face shone a scarlet blush
Dewdrops from her eyes rush.
Rose tells her secrets to the trees
She knows they understand
Praying down on her bended knees
That the love she’d found never leaves
Asks God to lend His helping hand
Dewdrops from heaven land.
Tears that come from deep devotion
For the one of her dreams
He is her poetry potion
Healer of inner commotion
Inside her spirit glows in beams
Dewdrops slide down in streams.
The rose pirouettes all day long
Dancing for joy and love
Singing to her favourite song
A choir of birds chirping along
Busy bees buzzing o’er foxglove
Dewdrops throb high above.
* * *
19th June 2022
Dewdrops Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Angel L Villanueva
Categories:
throb, allegory, devotion, inspirational love,
Form:
Rhyme
It breaths itself out
and breaths itself in
just to get rid of the self
in every attempt by every turn.
Like tongue,like teeth,like nose
like eye,like ear,like skin
it's an instrument to nullify the problem
that's only one.
Like hunger,like thirst
like length,like breadth
like curvature,like depth
like exhaustion and inertia
-the agony is the same!
How can you escape
yourself man?
You can scatter yourself
batter yourself
smear yourself,tear yourself,
throw or flow or jump or dance.
But how can tackle your
vastness/micro mass/
muteness/eloquence,
but can anything make you none
till you live on?
You have to make yourself out
and make yourself in.
Don't pretend dying
I know you'll get up soon.
If you are fleeing from here,
you'll have to be there
and thus,the whole thing is that
this acutest pain is nothing
but your own heart's throb!
Categories:
throb, life, , cute,
Form:
Blank verse
I write upon my soul, imprinting my desire,
birthing thereby, karmic cause and effect;
this truth veiled, during earth visit,
due ego delusion,
manifest as belief of my separateness,
leading to cyclic joy and suffering.
In silence and stillness, consciousness discerning
underlying cause of stuporousness,
as my thought borne agitation,
of habits that persist.
No sooner my flaw within, I did so detect,
consigned ego to the funeral pyre.
Thought rested, ego faded, heart was yet afire,
love enabled, divine aligned, stance erect,
transcending lower mind limit,
in void of cessation,
myself abiding in self-aware awareness,
ensconced by throb of bliss scintillating.
28-January-2021
My Invented Form - I Write Upon Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Syllables 12/10/8/6/12/10 format: abcdef fedcba abcdef
Poem beginning with ‘I write upon ...’
Syllable, grammar check - PS
(word ‘stuporousness’ verified https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/stuporousness)
Categories:
throb, muse, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Love not a doing
Compassion calculates not
Gentle breeze flowing
Categories:
throb, love, spiritual,
Form:
Haiku
Under vivid scattered sun rays
Of the boundless horizon spun;
Thy breath spent upon mine cheeks graze
Disarray gripping visit won.
Thy deep warm bass pulse, resonant,
Unfurl a thrumming flow as one
Through bare feet. Provoking movement,
Need to feed not just anyone.
Twisted hunger for more than fate
An infinite pleasure heart's truth.
Melodic scores though intimate
To beat fiercer within. Forsooth.
Full quietus of thy calm makes
Absolute wisp of it awakes.
2/12/2020
Categories:
throb, love,
Form:
Sonnet
Heart Throb
I slurped at the buttery sauce.
It dribbled corner to corner.
I said “Serve it at bed
With fatty pork and bread-
And hide it from the coroner!”
8/29/2020
edited 9/02/2020
Categories:
throb, food, health, heart, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Haibun: Man and the Bird
Something is opaque in the sky; he cannot read it. There has been some throbbing in the heart for quite some time but he is mentally uncertain about the emotion behind it. He is thoughtful between any action or inaction.
eagle’s direction is fixed
wings closed, it dives into the lake-
a fish dazzles in its talons
© Aju Mukhopadhyay, 2020
Categories:
throb, bird, nature,
Form:
Haibun
Beat about the bush no more, oh hermit!
Listen to the voice of silence within.
Ignition in renewal, pulse perfect!
Simply go in! Rest imagination.
Shed off oh hermit, all inhibition!
Thirst for God connect, is all that it takes.
Handle all ego urges, which calm shake.
Rely always on divine assistance.
Opt for love alone and ego forsake.
Be free and joyous in divine parlance.
03-December-2020
(Acrostic Dizain)
Categories:
throb, spiritual,
Form:
Acrostic