Grisha and Judy have gone to sleep
Without us tomorrows will walk the same step
The cliffs of Dover won’t get more steep
We won’t weep more tears than we have wept
The Chiltern hills won’t become more green
The sky over the house won’t depict more blue
Your roses won’t bloom more red than I’ve seen
And forget-me-nots I’ll forget, so will you
Judy and Grisha is just one more story
This world has in plenty for a garden bin
And every morning comes a garbage lorry
To help this world with another spin
What will become of us, is not ours
In the sleeping time the earth feels like new
Judy and Grisha grow in time of flowers
In the early spring, like they used to do.
Categories:
depict, deep, devotion, love,
Form: Rhyme
Eyes: the window to the soul, the gate to your tears, the mirror of memories and of ghosts that linger near.
Eyes: some forever glazed by the blurring of sorrow, some haunted by the past and some cursed to hold tomorrow.
Eyes: the way you see the world, and the way the world sees you. Reflecting every colour, every shade, every hue.
Eyes: they see, they feel, they hear too close, too deep. Carrying unspoken stories, secrets they must keep.
Cursed or blessed, they blink, they stare.
Picking apart the world they view with a knowing, silent glare.
From lingered looks to stolen glances.
They depict, translate – every gaze enhances.
They light up, they sputter out, they glitter and glint or they dull and dim.
Holding laughter, pain and love trapped within.
So, don’t walk in someone else’s shoes-
look through their eyes, feel what they feel.
Only then will you understand:
Eyes hold much more than just tears.
Categories:
depict, anxiety, appreciation, beauty, deep,
Form: Free verse
Like a sunflower you fade, faster, quicker every day.
Weeping like the wonderful willows ,
We just could not keep that melancholy feeling at bay.
That feeling was just too hard of a pill to swallow,
For those of us who miss you most.
A flower can be such a sweet reminder of what once was,
Although these flowers fade all we’re left with is a ghost.
The faint presence of a beauty that has been taken by deaths sharp claws
The flowers fade and your presence slips even further from my grasp.
The comforting music of your voice is unclear to me now;
I depict it as the voice of an angel shouting down from heaven’s bask.
I shout up at the sky above hoping you’ll allow
Me to pour my words out, before all my flowers fade.
And yet I still remain afraid for when all my flowers fade.
Categories:
depict, death, flower, goodbye, grief,
Form: Sonnet
Subtle scents resurrected by desire,
hijacked by ego, crystallise as thought,
a symbol seeking to depict that fire,
which divine inspirations to heart brought,
attempting to cage sun rays but cannot,
with words merely pointing out to that taste,
savoured, embraced and released by soul chaste.
In silence, becoming one with life’s flow,
as the source that enlivens form of dust,
relinquishing thus ego’s need to know,
vibrance of innocence radiates trust,
as of choiceless choice doing as it must,
to reinvent creation by love’s touch,
relying not upon lower mind crutch.
Categories:
depict, words,
Form: Rhyme Royal
The position of rest is with buzzing provocations,
Depict mind as it like, full of vibrations,
The pattern will not be drew to so easily
Let all winter our feelings from fire to the dale for water lilly,
Opportunity comes at ones through this pages,
Frisking frivolities edge to edge no matter rages,
Even a mother wouldn't be indulged with her offspring role early,
She became patient and let the time cover it enduringly,
If a nibble wanted to reach the position,
Must mimic mother's wishes for appropriation,
O! Dear friend surely I became still-stone
And hobbling to reach my flowers with a beacon.
Categories:
depict, 2nd grade, hope,
Form: Rhyme
A Woman of a mirror
Of life with no error
Luminously with light
Hard I found depict you right
A Woman of a fair?
Fair forms?, fair face?, fair hair?
If found my words make an assault
So count them all with no insult
A woman of structure
Flooding with rhythm and rhyme
Dress in codes, so sublime
If I am right, you are a culture
A woman of a mine
Stepping in line
You walk, you pause, you strive
Hope I depict where you arrive?
A woman of sings
Luminiously "BEAUTY" assigns
Beyond the boundries of prices
Hope I depict how you pay devices?
A WOMAN OF A HOLY
If words of mine make you dirty
Depict you then, so let me only, and if "ONLY"
Nothing you are, but a"BEAUTY "
Categories:
depict, art, beauty, girl,
Form: Rhyme
“The cycle of existence is a mysterious meadow. The hands of nature and time hold sway.”
- Quote by Poet
We don’t see everything in the cycle of existence,
However, some things become visible at our insistence.
The cycle of existence is a vast sea,
What lies in its depths is too numerous to see.
The cycle of existence is an endless ring,
Engraved upon it are all that we bring.
The writings depict the soul’s travails,
Some of which tell dark tales.
In the cycle of existence, there are many pieces to bring together,
Hope helps us feel better.
As we journey toward the light,
We cast away the garments of night.
In the cycle of existence, the unseen shapes the day,
We’re confronted by its display.
We ask the Divine to help us,
As we embark on the dawn bus.
November 21, 2024.
Categories:
depict, inspirational,
Form: Quatrain
I saw the Elm trees
Standing tall in the cold winter
The freezing wind has withered their dense leaves
Blowing up alike fireflies
Their tough branches hit the hurricane
I heard the wind hissing in pain
The baptism of the wind
Revealing the resilience of the trees
When the hope of spring has been quietly arriving
A person's life is like four seasons
Cold and warm, prosperity and decline will always come
Resolutely facing the bitter rain and desolate wind
The God of Hope will meet you soon
The silhouette of sails sailing remotely away
Fearless of turbulent winds and waves sailing in
One can touch the dawn of the other shore
Any coldness calls only for your passion
Once cross the desert of winter
We shall meet the lush greenery of spring
In the warm spring breeze,
Raindrops are softly swaying
The delicate leaves are gently dancing
Only trees experienced wind and rain
They will be qualified to compare highness with the heaven
Only the sword light sharpened by adversity
Then can we create a rainbow in the sky
Only those who have experienced hardships
Then, it can depict the magnificence of life
And cultivate the beauty of life
Categories:
depict, baptism, confidence, courage, encouraging,
Form: Free verse
what does your vision depict
a soul or vessel, one to evict
one who should be showered and loved
or me, victim to being devoured and shoved
a masochist when you were hurting me
a pacifist but only hyperbole
Categories:
depict, absence, break up, dark,
Form: Rhyme
Words won’t tell how you make me feel
Sincere love your light does reveal
Words can’t describe your amazing
You’re someone my heart keeps praising
Words can’t depict your gentle grace
You’re a warmth my soul can embrace
Into your eyes, I keep gazing
You’re someone my heart keeps praising
Words alone can’t portray your worth
Your beauty shines across the earth
Clear as my passion’s blazing
You’re someone my heart keeps praising
Words can’t express this love inside
You’re a feeling that won’t subside
On fields of love, hearts are grazing
You’re someone my heart keeps praising
Words will never explain your smile
You’ll sing of this love in a while
Does this feeling need rephrasing?
You’re someone my heart keeps praising
Categories:
depict, appreciation, love, marriage, relationship,
Form: Kyrielle
Calcium carbonate, crystalline complexion composed
Smooth surface, size, shape, color, and luster superimposed
Born from marine oysters, through bacterial resistance
Rancor becomes miraculously pristine radiance.
Loyalty, honesty, integrity, and purity
Soft yet solid, there's, in it, an inner serenity.
Does it not depict me—a person, friend, and confidant?
With thought, word, feeling, wisdom, and behavior concordant
I am a pearl with calmness within. There's no restless storm.
My unease is quenched. Tranquility has become the norm.
Pearly optimism has paved way for poetic vision.
Revision of mundane beings has become my mission.
Categories:
depict, life, nature,
Form: Rhyme
A variety of fine brushes…thin, medium, wide,
soft and smooth... to paint landscapes - sky, ocean, tree,
at tranquil dawn, my backyard turns into an oasis,
A transient escape for peace, sanctuary for me!
Focused on visual delight, savour sublimity!
umbrella-like willow, lush leaves offering shade,
dainty roses bloom, elegant hydrangea smiles,
playful birds chirp, frisky squirrels run, until daylight fade!
Sky often mesmerizing vermillion at quiet dawn,
sun rises, waking up the world, with glorious light
bees frolic, pretty butterflies kiss ravishing flowers,
I get lost in the allure of a captivating sight!
My blank canvases get covered with gorgeous paints,
I dip and glide my brush, whimsical colours I splash in,
sunset at Arabian Sea, sunrise on Himalayas,
create amazing views even where I had never been!
Poetry, cascading fountain of our soul, paints life with words,
Painters, sparked by imagination, borrow colours from Nature,
Depict the surreal universe with unique perspectives,
Poetry and Art… blend, connect, compensate each other.
Categories:
depict, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
I am a book,
Some of its pages are hidden,
They hide in the night,
Their writings are from the deep.
I am a portrait,
Sombre colours depict me better,
They show the gloom that resides in my chamber,
They show the night I fight to tunnel through.
I am the moon,
Twilight summons me,
The night calls me to stand on the podium,
Sometimes my companions don’t stand with me.
I am a flight of stairs,
The higher I go,
The more view that enfolds,
They seem to come from obscurity.
I am a puzzle,
Each piece you find,
Propels you to search for more,
You’re bewildered by their complexities.
February 21, 2024.
Categories:
depict, i am, me,
Form: Free verse
Senryu’s are easy
lines must be five-seven-five
there’s no other rules
Not like a haiku
that has to depict nature
those are much harder
Perhaps that's the point
and why they were invented
am I full of poop
Categories:
depict, poetry,
Form: Senryu
He veiled her face,
began to paint her,
with the art of his mind.
Under his ever-moving brush
her face kept changing,
yet always she was beautiful,
the light within her
a shimmering facet of a perfect prism.
Before the sitting, she had complained,
that her ugliness could not be captured,
that only the cold mask of reality
could depict her physical flaws.
Hundreds of years later,
her portrait hangs in enigmatic splendor.
Many are enthralled, some see nothing special,
yet she remains forever,
beyond beautiful.
Categories:
depict, poetry,
Form: Free verse
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