At last my doubts had to face death,
Faith took a life-feeding fresh breath.
I’d feared, wet soil my steps would trace,
What luck, ah grass grew on the path!
And lost, watching the setting sun,
None saw how sad my face turned hath,
As to my cheeks that had turned red,
Lights went off, gave life to my faith,
And rain that came washed up my tears,
Wondered, how love its say sayeth.
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Ghazal |10.02.2022| love, faith
Categories:
contrived, faith, love,
Form: Ghazal
lead myself
to believe
in this mentally
contrived version
of a relationship
with you where we
were happy
than one day you shattered
that version into a
million tinny little pieces
when you left me
now looking back in hind-sight
the day you ran away was the
best thing that ever happened to me
Categories:
contrived, introspection,
Form: Lyric
Trees of thickets display different attributes,
the commonness is the cool shade they spread,
and their branches cradle all the birds’ nests.
Flowers frame diverse shapes and colors,
the hidden nectar is the common essence.
All are beautiful, external definition they acquire.
The splendor of the dawning horizon we share,
and immerse in the universal gleam of twilight.
The enveloping air we breathe in equal freedom,
the nights fall with identical darkness on us,
from the stardust we get our fraction of silver.
We’re born equal, imposed definition we acquire.
Evolution drove the diversity in the living,
sculpted the different ethnic landscapes.
We’re not defined by languages and life styles,
our skin may be of different colors and hues,
but we’re all humans with crimson hearts
that pain in agony, rejoice in ecstasy, equally.
Divine essence configures the realm of our soul,
we're not defined by the contrived contours.
December 28, 2018
For Brian Strand's Contest : All Yours (March 3)
Categories:
contrived, analogy, humanity, life, nature,
Form: Free verse
The universe is immeasurable,
we are merely infinitesimal
machinery keeping pace,
as churning cogs tick wildly
transmitting within allotted time,
attempting heartbeats' cohesion
clocking our own honed destinations,
accumulating illusions 'tween masses
waiting to return as a speck of dust
in the never-ending saga of
inexhaustible collectives amidst
systematically creative contrivances
Categories:
contrived, destiny, identity, life, people,
Form: Prose Poetry
The ebb and flow of salty seas cools sands
Calm rinses burning heat from sunny shores.
A gleeful child builds castles with small hands.
Serenely, Mother watches and adores.
The breaking waves dance when they reach dry lands.
The creatures of the seas stalk ocean floors.
There in the distance far below, life thrives.
The beauty of the deep our God contrives.
The ebb and flow of life has joys and pains.
God comforts every soul who calls His name.
Love like a child’s releases mortal pain.
Sincerely, Jesus seeks each soul to claim.
Distractions of the world are sought in vain.
Our Savior has a message to proclaim.
Because of Christ a sinful world revived.
The beauty of the heart is God contrived.
Copyright April 7, 2015
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Categories:
contrived, beach, beauty, christian, nature,
Form: Ottava rima
Poetry, as the height of fantasy,
contrives a wondrous world of wide-eyed awe,
of meaning and reason, rhymed or unrhymed,
of sensible sounds of sensitive sense;
it conjures up harmony in chaos,
fiercest faith in the midst of darkest doubts,
soft healing of the soul's bloodless bleeding,
pure peace in the pandemonium of storms;
Poetry, metaphor of reality,
sways with the oscillations of the moods,
drifts with the sure shifting of the seasons,
sails with the soul, with pain and its lessons !
Categories:
contrived, art, on writing and
Form: Free verse
Triggered emotions,
ran haywire,
in veins,
pulsing all along,
the perfume,
gently rubbed,
at vantage points,
was jigjagged,
in seesaw,
told people around,
that it was my sound,
that I had arrived,
totally and fully contrived.
Categories:
contrived, inspirational, life, philosophy,
Form: Free verse