Dins Poems | Examples

Weeping Shall Endure

The dins of war un-hushed 
the jarring of munitions 
the cacophony of starvation
the grating contempt for humanity 
the discordant silence of the Free 
. . . The World

Gemini Garden - Silent One

“birds care not for whom they sing” - Silent One


Birds are blessed apparently

They visit sublime landscapes

Enjoy nature with gusto

They intone without interval 

Bother not for any approval

Lounge in the thick foliage 

Make dins inviting mates

Their bliss reverberates in spring

Their jargons resonate at midnight
 
They keep alive the music of Nature

They are independent by nature

Bona fide melody masters in Nature 


Place: 3 rd

A Soundless Clamor

A soundless clamor in my brain
Imperceptible of ear
Yet loud – as of an avalanche
That gathers mighty speed

Punctuated by the stillness
That breathes within the room
– A gale wind at its climax
Could signify such doom

Minor dins have surfaced
Have sounded and have passed
Have left a hollow legacy
Of weighted emptiness 

Reverberates their echo
Mad breaking at the shore
Whose pounding sure, persistent
Still beats upon my door –

The Owl

A display of giant eyes
But rarely morning flights tries;
Unwanted publicity her grounds,
All CCTV out of bounds!

With ears for the faintest cough,
Their sound-grabbing devices tough,
Also for the aerial steps of wizards
And the dins of far-off blizzards.

Always privy to a discussed murder,
Aware of chose who‘d dared to go further;
None therefore to presume her an idler
Nor for that matter mere Nocturnal flyer;
Such to qualify her for claimed damages…
She really has been frustrating savages,
On roof tops leaking that a family needs
To steer clear of what Omen breeds.

Nicely keeping us out of harm’s way
And specifically from emergency sick bay
From Night Prowlers we never thought exist
And from diseases we aren’t sure we can resist.

The owl knows about a maturing home call,
About every ghastly accidental fall;
The septic syringes we do not deserve
And a misspending of our millions on reserve.

The owl with her translatable hoots
Ahead goes to unearth their roots.

Mankind the Brainless

Mankind grew the brain
while other animals limbs,
the brain perfected pain
while animals hunt their dins,
brains get greedy to reign
while limbs work to survive,
power makes brains insane
while limbs keep young alive.

Brains war until the dead remains,
driven by selfish greed and gains. 

Brainy people killing people, continuous and shameless.
So mankind grew the brain, and mankind is the brainless.

Progresso E Sucesso

Progresso e sucesso

Hoje e sempre; 
na vida ou nos negócios
seu sucesso como família
seu progresso como ser humano,
empresária ou empregada
depende do que acontece no seu caminho.

O critério mais importante
do seu Progresso e sucesso
é a soma de como você trata as outras pessoas 
que você encontra pelo caminho.

Progrés i èxit

Avui i sempre;
en la vida o en el negoci
el teu èxit
el vostre progrés,
depèn del que passi dins de casa teva.

El criteri més important
del teu progrés i l'èxit
és la suma de com tracteu altres persones que trobareu al llarg del camí.

Avui Es Sempre Progresso Hoje E Sempre

Avui és sempre Progresso hoje e sempre

Avui i sempre;
en la vida o en el negoci
el teu èxit
el vostre progrés com a ésser humà,
empresària o donzella
depèn del que passi dins de casa teva.

El criteri més important
del teu progrés i l'èxit
és la suma de 
com tracteu altres persones 
que trobareu al llarg del camí.

In This Wood

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In this wood, great trees have grown
Deep in seats of sand and stone,
steeped in creeks of Pan's cologne,
each his sweeping brother's clone

From the score of seeds I've sown
in this wood, great trees have grown
And of glories father's own,
none's seen more than those I've known

Alto dins of summer flown,
fall begins her tenor moan
In this wood, great trees have grown
tall with winter's baritone

Life bestows no chaperone,
each must toe his line alone
At it's close, let mine have shown,
in this wood, great trees have grown

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The Gold 'Mind' Within

The Gold 'Mind' Within

Amidst life's drudgery and dins,
In this economic stranglehold,
Zero wastes and empty bins,
Hallmarks of every household.

Ability to extricate self,
From the pressures and momentarily seek relief,
In the comfort of your inner self,
To reflect and reaffirm self belief. 

Ability to explore the eerie dark silence,
Strangely heartening stillness,
Of your mind: a laboratory of science,
For self re-awakening and psychological wellness.

With ideas like tiny light flickers,
Inside black, form-less nothingness,
Flashing left and right like stickers,
Pasted on walls in the depths of emptiness.

Ability to listen, see and focus,
Tap from this 'ideas' gold mine,
Eliminating your mind's hocus-pocus,
Will ensure you drink of life's fine wine.

The Trees Await Their Fate

Hush, rest easy, listen and please no more dins,
Listen to the whispers of the young autumnal winds,
Tantalising and teasing the trees of their annual sins,
Down fall the secrets and away they hurriedly scurry,
Not wanting to reveal them to no one in a hurry,
The young winds sigh and then they slowly abate,
For perhaps it knows this year it's simply too late,
But with one final smile it knows next year can wait,
For the trees give their final shiver and await their fate.

In Silence

Through hushed musings,
Sigh of peace clings 
To winds, and brings
Serenity.

Along roadsides
When dins collide,
Calm of breath guides
My inner sea.



Desiderata Contest for nette onclaud
Carly Lalion--- Dec 9, 2014
Theme 1

Thought Streams

When your thoughts don't enter into mine
And my thoughts evade yours
Then who put the compulsions that
You and me should face each other in the boxing ring?

Better, I should stare at the clock for ages
Listening to the crumbling minarets of thoughts
All the external dins and bustles flowing past
Better, I am left with my own ancient self
My musings overflowing streams
Against the tides I swim untiringly

So many forms I see myself in 
In so many places, even in stages of reverie
I am the sole protagonist, you all revolve
Keeping me in the centre
Lighting my torch of angelic bliss
I watch the rise of dreams at the horizon of grey reality

Despite all these
Must I spell out what I am thinking?

Pause and Applause

PAUSE AND APPLAUSE 
 
First there always has to be a pause 
Before you hear all of the applause
Fabulous smiles and friendly grins
After coming up from out of the dins.

What we wanted were songs to sing
Which closer together would surely bring
Us as another new song we will try
About people who are passing by

Come in and hear us sing once more
Now knowing what our great God is for
You can make noise or just read along
While we will sing to you another song. 

Beauty of our singing could not be denied
People came here and so often cried
Out of joy and with much pure respect
Was that God in you who we did detect?
 
James Thomas Horn
www.poetrysoup.com

Bullet of Love

There; through my canvas vest
Through my tough skin and my bony chest
There through many indifferences and the rest
Did the bullet of love swiftly penetrate?

And I felt its warmth it  shared with the barrel
I wore bliss and glad as my face would label
And my eyes opened and my feelings went neural
The gun was my defense, the sense my heart had to create. 

And there was war and there was peace
For long the bullet and gun remained one piece.
Shots were fire and dins were heard as far as eyes
Eyes of love to stare at would hate.

And then the massacre came and hearts were broken
As would one expect from homes people had fallen
Tears in the cold had to floor until frozen
And my heart was hit, and I felt the ribs broken.

There where the bullet hit, where the veil strains to give way
There where operation-eject- depression is underway
There where the bullet of love scratches the wounds of my way…
too hurting chest.
There where it accessed my soul, and pierced all the way.
There from; the bullet of love comes away.

Nothingness

By: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian), Written on 18th November 2012.

Loud dins of nihility whirls and twirls around,
Reverberating sharply   in my churning mind,
Humming lowly & resonating strange they sound,
Filling my spaces with patterns and frequencies of all kind.

Vacuously locked into blunt spaces my eyes,
Are spiked with ***** scabbards of blankness…
Glimmering tear drops hold tenderness that never dries,
keep fondly trickling out from my eyes with quaintness.

My ear drums swell from within to capture,
Dull shrills of echoes from within me,
“Nothingness” they trap on the verge of their rupture,
Sounds from around me ascend to a higher degree.

My heart beats itself sore,
As “nothingness” it just can’t anymore bear,
Only love and peace can usher in some more,
Feelings of tranquility and life full of softness and care.

 me and myself now for sure know,
That “nothingness”  can fathoms away keep,
So reflection & solitude, will in my mind sow,
And “nothingness” within me will forever put to sleep.

Now

“Nothingness”  have kept at bay,
 now within have positivity filled in me,
 do not care what they to me will say,
And live my life “nothingness” free.

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