Best Well Knit Poems

In pleasantries, orchestrated on our screens,
We live the lives of many men and women,
As if sex could be! We grow, composed of well-cooked pablum
Eaten between long work hours, digested pleasantly.
In a fetal coil, I rest, my optic eye
Doesn’t blink at the silver reticules of my...

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Giant poet gem, Tagore’s story-poem: NISKRITI,
Is a piazza perched paved and perfectly paced beauty;
Scale model of a castle of vast poetic kingdom,
That has spread into an empire of Indian wisdom!

Manjulika is a dew-drop in the mighty ocean,
Of the land of Bay of Bengal where feminine...

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COPLA 93 INVOCATION : This Bad Guy World

The lone wolf shies away from the pack
The tyrannosaur scoffs at his kind :
Systems with it

Tiglons roam lone on the beaten track -
Fall prey the gnu foal lame and blind :
Systems well-knit

Stand alone and the pack will hunt...

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I have always dreamt of a day
A day filled with blissful memories
Entrenched in the hallowed walls
Well-knit in my heart of hearts

The day a prince stole my heart
To keep in his cherished heart-vault
I will blow the fanfare with loud trumpets
Tell the timeless tales to my children
On...

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Flowing river - I became...!

'O' friend! you stood your ground, a rock in the riverbed;
sauntered, stuttered, stumbled and stopped for good.
I transformed, into waters and became one in one with it,
a flowing river, discovered myself, perfectly fit - well knit!

I meandered, I ran and I...

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Biking through Salt Lake City
Homes of well knit, croquet stature
With Oxford fountains flowing
Forcibly pin my eye
I pedal a block to see streets missing teeth
Bank signs, chipped paint and amazon lawns...

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I lovingly remember the good old days
The golden years of my childhood days
When society was amiable and concerned
Where, simplicity and innocence prevailed.

Though there were people of all classes
It never came in the way of societal causes
People attended to their everyday chores
Carried on, their lives quietly,...

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She resembled, a package so well-knit,
Like gifts and fruits of the Holy Spirit.

Like a bouquet of all flowers of Spring,
She had something that left me so longing.

Lo, this little fruit of my aspirations,
I'll never bite, lest I lose her affections.
 
 “Sweeter also than honey...

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“Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication”.

That Mona Lisa portrait I got painted "flawed".
I was restless. It's a competition. She said:
'It's okay. Mona Lisa, you so much applaud.
The universe is well-knit in a holy thread…

Throw out that "mask" that covers you from seeing all,
That needs to be...

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Am I a body? Am I a mind? Or bundle of both?
Does blood, as though ordered, only through single channel flow?
Is heart seat of mind? Does mind to dwell-in heart take an oath?
Do veins, like children in uniform, pass through the same row? 

Is mind...

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I the ordinary human being of flesh-and-blood,
Rise from vital self, like a flower blooming from the bud;
Make my inner self to extend its hold far from mundane,
And grow, like rosewood, tall toward the deep divine domain...

Crossing boundaries, I talk to God and to his angels,
Feeling...

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THE HOUSE OF COALITION
Poet: Grace kama ni
Politics is a dirty game, indoor game played, 
In partitioned social house -A house of coalition, 
Baptized merger, alliance, or better still – handshake,
The house of coalition, the kitchen of collision.

Political love plaque, adorned in wedding outfits,
From chiefs to...

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Even heart of a hard rock is revealed when split,
Secrets are hidden midst atom-fibers well-knit;
Thinnest of hair should be split open for research,
Wisdom is hidden even within nooks of birch...

Hard terrain under earth-surface has precious gold
Minerals many the womb of earth does unfold;
Digging the mind...

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my teenage fancy
that flooded like pure honey
spilt, in ecstasy
on a white sheet, full of glee
as a drop of poetry

simile smiled in it
metaphors mingled well knit
with nature's fine script
nooks of my soul seemed grace-lit
has poetry found me fit?
...

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The wind walks on stilts this morning,
it rides aloft
and does not flip a hat or ruffle a beard.

The seasoned air is as sweet and heady as wine,
The breath of life redolent with the very grape
and vine.

A man and his dog
skip along, well knit and breezy;
a...

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