Best Tracking Poems
Is there a purpose to this world,
Forged by a man and led by his soul,
Something pure to make us whole,
Guided by heart and reasons beyond?
Or is this all just a god's game,
In his garden are we cornered to play,
Too narrow minded to be self-aware
To the extent of finding our own way?
Years wondering we may spend
Hoping to find that one way
We'd feel right following to the grave
Unregretful and peaceful on our final day.
A treacherous quest, mildly to say
As what we find may cause us dismay
Since not all paths seem light in advance
Some require our sincere faith.
Categories:
tracking, destiny, devotion, faith, introspection,
Form:
Romanticism
flower beds ready
fall gardeners plan ahead
tucking in the bulbs
tulips nod off
winter blankets of snow
magic underground
spring sun's warmth
rouses like morning coffee
stems break through the soil
blossoms fill the fields
Holland's tourists agape
beauty beyond words
leaves and stems shrivel
food for hungry bulbs
autumn's bedtime snack
Categories:
tracking, 11th grade, nature, science,
Form:
Haiku
You can track your sleep
With your watch’s app
So each toss and turn
Gets a little zap.
Still, though stats may prove
That you slept like crap,
You must know yourself,
Since your brain will map
All the signals sent
To your thinking cap,
Which will thus conclude -
Hey! You need a nap!
Categories:
tracking, sleep,
Form:
Rhyme
White lotus at red feet:
we will start self-infliction
explicating
with regrets.
After a rough night
the day was weeping.
From where the bread will
come, when you were playing
with a golden spoon.
This morning I again
dig a hole in heart.
Was the Mayan calender right ?
Why the sun is playing slow music ?
I am coming nearer
to a locked god.
Satish Verma
Categories:
tracking, art,
Form:
ABC
I am back-tracking; I am still back-tracking.
There are ancient caves in my memory.
A lit torch shines color and sense onto forgotten walls.
I am walking backwards in order to save tomorrow.
There are ancient caves in my memory.
My sack of intentions bruises against my back.
I am walking backwards in order to save tomorrow.
I am not worried about finding my way back.
My sack of intentions bruises against my back.
A lit torch shines color and sense onto forgotten walls.
I am not worried about finding my way back.
I am back-tracking; I am still back-tracking.
Categories:
tracking, adventure, introspection, philosophy, travel,
Form:
Pantoum
Tracks stretch across
barren winter fields
yet their steel trace
like a snail's trail appears polished,
glinting in dying light,
stifling your breath,
towards a dark shed
doors creak
like a sprinter's graveled gasp.
However, birds don't sing
above the stretched tram lines,
you cannot speak
in jolting cattle wagons,
screeching their approach
fingers like frantic worms
drilling between their
wooden slats.
Then doors release
the cargo then funnels
into iron holding pens
in quick-step lines
each is tagged
prodded into wooden sheds
you're now in narrow single beds
tettering on sharp edges
lurking behind screens.
Pressing,
your warm flesh
on windows iced,
watch the blackbirds gathering,
as neatly labeled
gas canisters haze
like mustard seed
clouded in emerald mold.
Peppered panes
dusted by mottled-ash,
steamed by your breath,
shuddering into deeper tones.
Clutching
in Cumbrian wrestler grasp
your herded panic reverberates.
The rolling cloud cloaks
the silent sleeping earth.
Our final clench
is warm flesh on flesh
Categories:
tracking, war,
Form:
Free verse
Climbing the mountain cliff,
Banging crazily led to foot slip,
Gone like a mad toggling mind flips what a new outlook trip!!
Frozen mind stopped like a clip, Slipped only little down yepp!!!
Felled to a new edge, Waited for a moment thinking out of cage
Now stopped mind blood flowing like a leeward gaze.
Cutting the edge of mountain with a new knife,
The sharpness has its own impact on life
Like a voice shrilling over high shout
As if the weapon with tempered music out.
The idea of falling down from a huge height
O my god!!!Give me courage to fight ,like a kite
like a free fall, face is turning from red green pale white
Now unable to see the ground sight, I know I am doing is not right.
Wake up dud wake up ohhh!!It was just a dream of night!!!!!!
Categories:
tracking, adventure, anxiety, butterfly, crazy,
Form:
Rhyme
sometimes I feel as if no-one cares rather I existed or not
sometimes I just feel lost sometimes I just feel
you know sometimes!!!!!
there are times that I just feel loved--there are times I feel secured
there are times when wow
you know just times@@@@
but then those when I am just upset mad so darn angry pissed!!
those times I can just grab someone and just ahhhhh!
you know those times
but it seems every-time we take the time to spend some time doing what we never had time to do--it is usually when we're wasting time by never being on time but I guess that will happen in time and then I supposed them will be the good times
Categories:
tracking, how i feel,
Form:
Light Verse
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Couplet
Kaisa parda kaisi bay pardagi,,
Sain Kuch farq na raha Baqi..
Categories:
tracking, computer, internet, science, smart,
Form:
Narrative
I will climb on the
other side of moon
to light a flame.
A river thinks, sand
was thinking of a tree
dreaming a fall.
In hushed twilight
hunter was coming home
with an empty snare.
Satish Verma
Categories:
tracking, art,
Form:
ABC
I ran back again,
To gather your missing threaded kisses;
Suddenly the fabric softness
Of your arms
Take hold of my memory like a dusty seam
That unraveled too soon.
I stumbled across, searching for that
Special binding of our love, becoming
Trapped in the folds of a fine taperstry
Woven of what I wanted, not
What I needed though worn thin...
Still I run on.
June 6, 2011
Cynthia
Categories:
tracking, funeral, love,
Form:
Free verse
Tracking The Extraterrestrials Amongst Us
?
In shadows cast by stars above,
A nation's watchful gaze has found.
In covert ways, they seek to prove
The beings from beyond our kind.
Eyes keen, they trace celestial flight,
Through networks vast, their sights aligned.
Government's grip, both day and night,
Tracks beings wondrous and refined.
With satellites, they map the skies,
Piercing depths where secrets hide.
Codes decrypted, veils revised,
To trace the otherworldly race and kind.
Agents blend, in crowds they roam,
Observing signs beyond our sight.
Unseen hands guide, decode the tome,
Revealing truth, with cosmic might.
Their radars sweep, their sensors sniff,
Tracking traces left unseen.
For aliens amongst us, they'll sift,
Silent guardians, their vigil keen.
But veiled in words, this knowledge lies,
Hushed truths, unknown to most.
For they hide, beneath the bluest skies,
Their secrets kept, by the curious host.
Categories:
tracking, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
To stay put
without a trace of hurt,
I have come back to you.
When, halfway, the perception falls
off, like landing of a dragonfly.
Tilting moon will tell you the
secret of the scar. Those tiny
irises come alive when tears
start melting in your eyes. A
tiger moth will ask why the pistil
was blind ?
I was waiting, crawling, among
the honeybees. To find the
dawn in the sleeping night. An
absurd dragging of
the summer, when chill was around.
Satish Verma.
Categories:
tracking, art,
Form:
ABC
A hunter
not skinner
with quarry
so vast
Whose path
through the forest
is first
—never last
(Garrett Hill Pennsylvania: January, 2021)
Categories:
tracking, eulogy,
Form:
Rhyme
Life is a brief span; seize tight each passing moment,
For yesterday's pain should reflect in your sight,
To map out your routines after your heart's consent,
Thus, paving a way to banish your plight.
Don't question how others make things right,
Strive, don’t wait your strength is taking flight.
Years for thriving aren't lost, but we miss tracking their way,
Time is fragile, our plans create inner tension each day.
As we continue doubting, our spirits procrastinate;
Blind to precious moments, fear of trying escalates.
Then, it seems that frailty is imposed on dreams,
Creating tension in insight, plans, and themes.
Copyrighted
Categories:
tracking, blessing, confidence, creation, fate,
Form:
Rhyme