Exponent Poems | Examples

The Pursuit of Contentment -POTD

Whatever the offerings of time may bring
Whatever song my heart chooses to sing
On life’s small pursuit I shall meditate
Elysian splendor around me, I appreciate
The simplicities of pastoral living unfurl
I’m graced in your stellar light, a cosmic pearl
Serene contemplation, moments well spent
A transcend of intellect, I pursue contentment
Humbled, a mochila drapes my shoulders 
Now weightless, old tomes heavy as boulders
Once laden with Maslow's hierarchy of needs
The cause of sight itself as Plato laid the seeds
Streets of an unclean soulless city no more 
Once blemished and ugly as a repellant eyesore
Until this vacant shell had found release,
acceptance paralleled an inner peace
A new perspective can only see the beauty
of the craftsmanship and the ingenuity 
On this celestial hike I embrace “carpe diem”
A lesson learned in this hour spans a millennium
The power and value of each moment 
however brief, I walk along as an exponent                     
Unfurling love that rids me of my emptiness
Colloquially speaking I have found happiness

He Gave Her a Book

She grew up in the modernity of urban culture,
fascinated by the rhythm of contemporary music,
decided to make the career of choice
as a professional pop singer.

An exponent of traditional art, her father
didn’t like the idea of his daughter straying.
So, on her eighteenth birthday he gave her a book, 
“Geetanjali” (song offerings), he cherished most.

A collection of classical lyrics with central theme
resonating the serene music of devotion to God,
didn’t appeal to her youthful vibrant mind,
so, she stowed it away unread in the bookshelf.

Time didn’t treat her the way she wanted,
destiny rolled for her the unkindest dice.
Before she could cross the prime of youth,
deadly disease destroyed her sonorous voice.	

As all her songs sank in the abyss of agony,  
she remembered the book of song her father gave.
From its pages lyrics of solace echoed in her ears,
she lost her voice, but discovered the divine melody.

(Geetanjali (Song Offerings) is written by Rabindranath Tagore for which he received the nobel prize for literature)

May 30, 2021
Contest : He Gave Her A Book
Sponsor : Mystic Rose Rose

I Can Feel Maa Within Me

I can feel MAA within me 
How it all began
It's as fast as 
Sun rays can run 

Everlasting miles
Keep us near and apart
Still  your presence
Sitting in heart  
 
As time passes 
Love for you find exponent
I have you, feel you 
Whatever happened

I feel your presence 
Past today tomorrow 
I feel my existence
Only because of thou

I'll cherish these times 
Till I grow old   
As the time will pass 
You make me bold  

And if it's okay 
You bless, to find that time
You  will  make easy
My VIVEK to shine   

* VIVEK (Hindi) = Discretion, Prudence, Wisdom
* MAA (Hind) = Mother



Composed by :(c) Hariom Sharma, CFA
Source Book : Keep Smiling
Publisher: PJH Publications
E-MAIL : hari.cfa@gmail.com

For more poems please search "hariomsharmapoetry" on facebook
where lakh of poetry lover meet daily and scroll the page. Hare Ram.

School Time Crush

Dear strong, mysterious Mr. Richter,
I have adored you all semester.

It's all about the way you say "cosign"
and the command you give to busy equations.
You keep those numbers all in line,
as if any one could give dissuasions.

With exponent passion you draw me in,
a mathematician first, then a teacher.
Each number's a friend, a neighbor, a kin.
Each student is a math-munching creature.

You couple denominators, strong and alike,
a prismic marriage of commonality,
then suddenly you divide them like
a Shakespearean tragedy.

Then you flip-flop like common weather,
and in a calm numerical tangent,
you bring those digits back together 
like a quadrilateral sonnet.

Your rhombus eyes, like tigers animate
when you say the word "perpendicular."
Could you say you'd ask me for a date,
anywhere logarithmic, but I'm not particular.

Take me away on a coordinate plane,
parallel to a median integer
with stem-and-leaf plot as the terrain,
and a commutative property perimeter.

I can offer admiration and a laugh,
just teach me how to use a protractor.
Of all the variables on a bar graph,
we are the greatest common factor.

X Marks the Spot

X Marks the Spot 

It’s the 19th consonant, 24th letter, of the alphabet,
A Teachers’ markings, for wrong answers on a test!
A Greek numeral representation for, the number ten!
An unnamed or unknown, person, place or thing,

Used to remove or cancel, a word of unnecessary need,
A movie rating to discourage viewing, by unsuspecting teens!
It’s an algebraic exponent used in mathematical computations,
A place holder in the PEMDAS test, to eliminate confusion!

A pictured symbol for the word “cross,”
Ballot markings “yea or nay” or “win or loss!” 
Signature representation of ones’ individual best
Letter ending expression, sealed with a Hug and a Kiss! 
XOXOXO 

Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 12/14/16

A Stupid Refuge

I was standing in a queue at Mumbai Airport
And there in a parallel queue a stunning beauty
Our eyes met, the faces were quite familiar 
As we graduated same year from the same university.

*Kalpana, the vision of my green salad salad days
Never had even a dream I will meet her like this
Boarding the same British Airways air vessel.
We travelled together, talked for hours.

Discussed and debated our hopes and dreams.
I was headed for the British University for further study
And she, the exponent of *Kathkali dance for Albert Hall
We navigated each other’s mind, body, and the dreams.

Before the aircraft landed at the Heathrow Airport
Promises were made, dreams and hopes were shaped
Standing together with hand in hand at check-out queue
The vision gone and I standing alone in the Airport.

                       +++++++
May 21, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Dr.Ram Mehta
First Place Win
Contest: Imagination by Dave Wood

* An Indian name of a girl meaning vision or imagination
* One of the Classical Dance of India

Poem

That I had sheltered time's renown
within my courage, rapt to own
not going forth to speak disown
as if some error found condone!

This action, atrophy's exponent
and God's resounding, faded drone,
my silent heart could curse unknown
nor love, nor love, for thee not shown!

All light itself remains alone
while darkness gathers and is prone,
the storm, the storm resembles home ~
and love for thee remains . . . . a poem!

Labyrinthine Simplicities

Don’t misconceive my mercy for weakness
Exponent to impuissance that bestows
Ascertain verity of Uniqueness
Appreciate my pose of apropos

Strength my forte led by capriciousness
I once shattered and left to be consumed
Thy inner voice pierces my graciousness
Amidst the flightiness presence presumed 

I am semblance of authenticity
Your erroneous conclusions expressed
Trapped in mirrors of your duplicity
It is not I who is too dispossessed 

My force is life, full of joys and treasures
Multiplied faithfully, basked in pleasures

Kalpana-W

I was standing in a queue at Mumbai Airport
And there in a parallel queue a stunning beauty
Our eyes met, the faces were quite familiar 
As we graduated same year from the same university.

*Kalpana, the vision of my green salad salad days
Never had even a dream I will meet her like this
Boarding the same British Airways air vessel.
We travelled together, talked for the hours.

Discussed and debated our hopes and dreams.
I was headed for the British University for further study
And she, the exponent of Kathkali dance for Albert Hall
We navigated each other’s mind, body, and the dreams.


Before the aircraft landed at the Heathrow Airport
Promises were made, dreams and hopes were shaped
Standing together with hand in hand at check-out queue
People running here and there in chaos hearing some rumor.

The vision gone and I standing alone in the Airport.
Even today, waiting for the vision lost in the turmoil.

Dr. Ram Mehta

* An Indian name of a girl meaning vision or image
========================================
Second Place win in:
Contest:The One Who Got Away sponsored by Thvia Shetley

Ak47

‘A’ for agonies great;
‘K ‘is homage to Kalashnikov its genius maker, late;
‘4’ is the damned exponent of its murderous power;
‘7’ are the days in a week it kills, and every hour!

The First Abstract Expressionist

Louis 
Tiffany
artiste nouveau-
art-by-absorpion was
his theme
ahead 
of his time-
a controlled accident,
hand-made favrile,free formed,
design


Louis Tiffany considered by Pollock & Motherwell as an early exponent of pure form & colour 
in art

http://www.hyndburnbc.gov.uk/hag  

 largest public collection of Tiffany glass in Europe. Haworth art Gallery ,Accrington England

Sagacity

Sagacity

Pulled from the beating heart
This quick agony
Spells

For what wrong thought to be
Became so easily
Right

So right the languid exponent
Of ready truth
Knew

With the arrogance of comprehension
Gave its struggle
Righteousness

And in the pity of hindsight
Woke consciousness to 
Regret

For what right thought to be
Became so easily 
Wrong

Logos of a Lyric Poet

Logos of a lyric poet 
gleans the page, so white. It’s the 
esurient exponent of 

heart and mind. How I 
wish I could be his reader, instead 
I choose to write about--

this childish yellow butterfly, 
spreading its fragile wings and comes 
to listen, intently, the rhythm 

of my blood. Hmm, she will 
be, surely,  noted by me not only for 
tonight, but for many years

after that 
countless tingles of 
skin to skin 

will sip the wine of poetry 
and commingle, un-agitated,
into my own inner craving.

Clings

History clings to me, a mortgaged sleeve
inducts the conscious reasoning to other strove.
As head above the cloud my famished noel
is reckoned to contingency's faint vowel.

As spirit clings to me, metered exponent
to use my vestige rating in my poem,
Ah, love, were just this usage, I alone
could conquer heart's decisively my own!

But as I am so useless, this unknown
that truth clings not, but ventures to be shown
and thee, abridged by doubt rely on prone,
I, also faint with hope, dissolve condone!

Not patronizing faith, I so recede
the joining of two souls, clings to each need.
Do customize my courage, thus not breed,
the faulting of my trust in God . . . to  lead!

Shown

That I had  sheltered time's renown,
within my courage, rapt to own.
Not going forth to speak disown
as if some error finds condone.

This action, atrophies exponent,
and God's resounding, fades to drone.
My silent heart could curse unknown,
nor love, nor love for Thee not shown.

All light itself remains alone
while darkness gathers and is prone.
The storm, the storm resembles home
and love for Thee, remains a poem!

• Short Exponent Poems
• Famous Exponent Poems
• Best Exponent Poems
• Read Exponent Poems
• Long Exponent Poems
• Exponent Quotes