Best Vertex Poems
Ambling in the charm of Tidal Basin
We hold hands with a lilac morning
Long before it pleads with the sunrise
To sparkle the view of a purple dawn
Saddled in the daze of hazy fog.
Strolling under gleam of a starry night
Along the trails of romantic banks
We handed the new-day to misty sight
Coating the blooms in lavender hues
Seducing the motifs love subscribes.
Dawning deterred by thick overcast
Defiantly rises on the golden skyline
Unwrapping monument's foggy attire
Shimmering beneath the lowly tides.
In awe of its luster we lose ourselves
Hanging on the vertex of rising flame
As a passionate kiss of avid romance
Attunes two hearts to infant-daybreak
And the horizon blushes end to end.
September 17, 2018
Poem of the day on September 19, 2018
Placed first in Late September Standard Contest by Brian Strand
NOTE:
Sunrise at the Tidal Basin in Washington D.C. The photo shows cherry blossoms with a purple tinge and the partially covered monument in early morning fog.
Moments of meditative serenity
Crimping pleating floral white hybrid washi
Shaping and triangulating dainty folds
Stringing vertex wings of freedom symmetry
Garland of classic crane origami
Wishing long happy peaceful life
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Amorphous face fold
Half a diamond bowl
Spoon of flight
Peace for thought
Collectible platforms
Metaphase approach
Fractioned subjective slides
Schizophrenic mathematical
Blanks
Polyphonic bubble meal
Psychedelic breakfast blue
Like orbital vertex cubes
Cotton-stone vocal quake
Delighted taste
[Yummy yummy…]
NOTE: I highly recomend this poem to be read outloud with an excelent (and even excesive)
articulation of every sound. Enjoy =)
Written: April 26, 2024
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Awakening, my soul climbs to pure bliss,
The vertex wobble, swayed by the sun's kiss.
A flame within my spirit burning bright,
For me, the scene looks same as windy sight.
Majestic peak reaches toward the sky,
Whispering life's elixir with descry.
My heart has never seen such a sweet light,
I found solace with shelter in my plight.
my soul is boosted by the sunlit lake,
serene in silver; in my eyes, thrills wake.
A serene gold, waking thrills in my gaze,
Leaves are retained by trees, and limbs arise.
Bewitched by its gathered emerald cloud,
My spirit soars to peaceful heaven shroud.
Incarnation articulating such as this, augurs heart....
Postscripted beyond the signature of once thought; intermittent designs ~
Dispatched reasons amid these why's trying to so find
Their place upon the pages of times, possessions!?
Transcending this legions itinerary belief; inquisitions vertex....
Found in her beautiful eyes soluble empiricisms, soothing ointment
As a fawn pouring stigmatas divisions now pollinating my Soul
In viscerals articulating incarnations; elegant enamourant traces of
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...."Auroras Heart" ~
Ellipse, evolute, vertex and curve,
Humdrum circle or ricochet swerve
Astroids or cusps, arcs or sectors;
What have those got to do with vectors?
Curvature, cone, Cartesian plane…
Oval, deltoid… what’s in a name?
Geoid oscillation, pedal, radial, rose…
What on earth do I know of those?
Hypocycloid, cruciform, Sierpinski carpet…
Inverse tangent or Apollonian gasket?
Snowflake, hypercube, space-time dimension
Pressured, gauged, or under tension?
Trammel of Archimedes, planes, rotations –
Congruence, right angles, equivalence relation;
Conchoid curve, Orthoptic, Lemoine hexagon,
Triangle, star or good old pentagon.
Crescent, rhombus, magatama, square,
Caustic curves, salinon, ying-yang or sphere!
About whichever’s the shape that you talk,
Basically, it’s taking a line for a walk!
Holograms and hieroglyphs
The whole weighs heavily
touched caressed lightly
brushed on feather canvass
granite marble marvellous papyrus
innocence rejuvenated
partial and impartial
Chiselled in and out
of comprehension angled
layered facets facts
subjective trueness
ciphered and deciphered
Snow flakes teardrops
ink on paper hailing crystals
pastel rainbows thunderbolts
and blind pitch black darkness
tell the story weathered lives
Freedom torrent lightening
anxious reproduction
wholesome holes concatenations
metaphoric mosaic translates
picturesque ‘holos’ trying to emerge
Vertex vortex on horizons
told untold forgotten
and beyond beheld
diagonal a-synchronicity
discovered spoken written
felt and never once complete
Lyric lasers beaming densely
condensation compromised
at the cutting edge of aural light
lacking graphic clarity
eluding synthesized illusion
Once we decipher unconventional
primal prismatic re-reflections
meanings life calligraphy
inscriptions narrative conceptions
we enclose and liberate
the hologram that seems to be
Infinite eternity of scripts
encrypted systems
webs of life’s distortions
fragmentation truth reality
paint the picture of
conflicting contradictions
making sense constructions
lithographic mystery
moulded into understanding
Holograms are limited to
the scope of three dimensions
tending mind and body soul
complementing contrasts
hollow narrow depth untold
Burrowed in words rational
irrational emotions rationale
defence deflections oppressed
repression incarceration
loose out transitional
transcriptions miss the point by far
the bigger picture yet emerging
uncertain clarity sculpted
in hieroglyphic excavation
Carving holy boundless beauty
with the fourth dimension
of subjective sense perception
and the changing timeless
flowing circuit circus artwork
in the making reading writing
on the imaginary wall of life
over and above the hologram
engraved in fallacies
arrests of real unreal reality and
strikes the balance never known
of what is and only seems to be
22th May 2016-05-22
Contest entered: Holograms and Hieroglyphs
Fruit-colored cubes
Vertex-based orbital spin
March to the kitchen
NEVER EVER AN OBLIVION
No wings yet chivalry you possess;
By words, by eyes our connection set;
Enduring the worst, celebrating the best;
I am ecstatic when our ways unified
To a common vertex undulating--
Willingness to once again love
Even when we are worlds apart
and differences stretch a long mile...
In airless weight you moved,
dauntless sure like a lion king
yet within ululates immaculate
of affection, an iron-strong. Tireless,
lilting even in times of crosses and thorns...
Oblivion is never ever an option,
rather the term called, FOREVER...
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NOte: Inspired by James Fraser
poem: WINGS I NEVER NEEDED
By: Olive Eloisa G. Fraser
August 08, 2016
will i ever find a love?
a love my father failed of thought
a mother's love i never got.
a love with abundant craziness with right amount of holiness
a love which respects, aspects with complex in vertex
will i ever find a love?
a love which is a permanent compassion rather than a temporary obsession.
a love which is neither a temptation
Nor will never give me neglection
A love which turns my pressure into composure.
will i ever find a love?
a love that consumes me which doesn't exhumes thee
a love which make me less of resilient more of emollient
a love which provides me romance like in France without a glance
will i ever find a love?
a love that gives me what I deserve preferably not what it reserve
a love which is an artisry with ruthless honesty and shameless constancy
a love books taught me which dwell, swells and expels reality
Finally will i ever find a love?
a love which is timeless turns me fearless
A love which accepts my flaws without shoving claws
a love that exists and exhibits
not exits
The scent of water
If summer sun at its vertex will not perspire,
How would I burning in hell will respire ?
If sparrow sits on mango tree with open beak,
I too am surely craving for a water streak,
If in the desert, the rainfall fails to revive,
How can I without your love survive ?
Loneliness has left me parched and dry,
Lover's lanes empty, pleasant meets a far cry,
The long dark night, seems so unending,
To my injured self, Is there any mending ?
If you can, give me a bit of sunshine,
Then why would I need the addicting wine ?
Hope is all that sustains my life,
Might take me out of the current strife,
The Scent of water, as clouds appear in sky,
Oh Rain! come rain, I am about to die,
Give your divine showers so as I may thrive,
Bloom may with tiny drops, even the cacti !
Written on 15/7/14
Contest- the scent of water
Sponsor- Faye Gibson
Entered for the "Rain" contest by Silent one
Awarded 3rd place win
World
Of a Great truth the world is Sweet,
Shaking hands with those that got Understanding
Smiling and Mocking the Ignoramus.
Of 'ts fate the World satisfy all;
For her beauty,structure and tautology beckons
for Salvo.
Of a truth the World is large and full of gesture;
It waters the learner
And brings to Vertex of ones discovery.
09/04/2003(9:30pm)
Changing sky
Like a moody child of my race,
I visualise hues of changing sky.
Woke up with dawn to find the sky amber,
A symbol of diplomacy and royal dynasty,
Orange chrome obdurant to stay.
Overshadowed by clouds as the day progressed,
Lacked light, debatable ashen grey sky,
Disheartening as the mood goes dull and gloomy.
Clouds flew with the haboob to unveil cyanic sky,
Clear blue of pure thoughts as the deeper ocean,
Imbibing peace into my veins.
As the sun reaches its vertex,
Shining lustrous blonde golden sky,
Exceptionally promising and evoking fortune.
Universe goes calm with the sunset,
That's twilight of reddish yellow sky,
All longings reaching to rest.
As I envisage sky disappear into darkness,
The eyes go blind, looking into zero,
Sky awaits moon to prove its very being.
Written on 4/7/13
For contest- Changing Sky
Sponsor- Gail Angel Doyle
Now for contest- Colours
Sponsor- Shadow Hamilton
Awarded 4th place win
When I was a kid,
I am very enthralled with fairy tales stories
Like Snow White, Sleeping beauty, Cinderella
And all the beautiful princesses
I am too, dreamt of meeting a prince charming
Whose might and charm is also captivating…
At the vertex of fascination
I used to turned all pages of the encyclopedia
My grandpa had the complete series from A to Z
Every day, I viewed the castle of far, far away
Where all princes and princesses live in majestic
I traced the kingdom’s map, draw a castle and cut
Pasted all on the wall, stared at it, and start to daydream
“Hear ye! Hear ye! This is the servant of the King
The Palace is looking for a maiden who will marry the Prince
All single ladies are invited to a glorious ball
The Prince will choose, whose beauty is beyond them all
As I daydream, I giggled and it’s like real, I will meet my Prince.”
At my very young age,
I asked God, “Please send me a prince”
Who will take care of me; love me as I am,
Who will be my knight and shining armor,
And will protect me, to my wicked enemy…
When I grew a little bit older, I understand that fairy tales are not for real
Fairy tales do not exist, Prince charming does not exist
It is merely a fantasy of a poor and ordinary girl like me
As I grew older, I become more matured
Experiences in life changed me as I grow old
I understand that the real prince cannot be found
The real prince does not exist
No charming man who will admire you
No knight who will protect you
And No man will give you an everlasting love
And no happily ever after in a lover’s life…
As an adult, It is clear to me now
That love is something you can’t easily have
You can’t easily find
And patiently you have to wait and let you find…
Love does not exist in an obvious way
But it is seen deep within someone’s heart
Where it grows old to desire to be in one's heart…
On a sand less stepped on
by many, I drew a square
whose side is twice my height.
I lay on my back in that square
with my head tangent to its side
and with my feet on the intersection
of the square's diagonals.
Temperature rose in the place.
My body melted.
My head turned into a magnet
and my feet into a pivot.
On each vertex of the square
emerged a magnet polar with mine.
They beckoned me
to join them in their play.
As I approached one of them,
it moved away from me.
The next did the same.
Again I approached another,
hoping that it would be
different from the previous,
but I failed.
They were all the same!
They had planned it?
I thought of stopping their mischief
until I felt that some
mechanisms on my pivot (feet)
were giving them motivation.