Indiscreet Poems | Examples

Intrusive Thoughts

Intrusive thoughts are bothersome at night
when I’m in bed, prepared to go to sleep.
My mind keeps racing, and it’s hard to fight
those ear worms which into my brain may creep.
I’ll hear the chorus of some new hit song
unceasingly repeat, repeat, repeat,
or maybe there’s a thing that I’ve done wrong -
like something I’d said that day indiscreet.
I’ll lie there thinking why I was so dumb.
Then other thoughts kick in out of nowhere,
persisting like the beats heard on a drum.
It gets to be almost too much to bear.
Enough! There’s one sure way these thoughts will scram.
I down two capsules of Temazepam.

Rose Tinted Lenses

My rose-tinted lenses get me through the day
My world isn’t plagued by the white, black, or gray
Just rose

My rose-tinted lenses show me only love
Not any hate like the kind you hear of
Who knows?

My rose-tinted lenses made me “naive”
They say I only saw what I believed
I suppose…

My rose-tinted lenses make all flags red
Which is probably why I didn’t see her in the bed
Her clothes 

My rose-tinted lenses hid your deceit 
How could I have missed, I’d already been beat
So exposed 

My rose-tinted lenses aren’t even real
They were made up to help me deal
I oppose

I believed you would change
I should’ve known that was out of your range
Just shows

My rose-tinted lenses have turned red with defeat
I’ll admit I’ve been beat
Your betrayal was indiscreet 

But our story’s incomplete
We’ll wait and we’ll see
How rose-colored lenses provide what I need

To thee, departed fish

Be it planktons ye feed on or small fish
Afloat in sea on pair of fins as feet,
Whatso waters may have fancied your wish,
Perhaps it was lake as your safe retreat
From fishermen or anglers indiscreet.
Perchance as Cod, your oil livers did cure,
A gourmet chose you for a choicest treat
And picked ye up from a shop floor secure.        
O Beauty, fit to be in a fish tank,
What pity, you’re on a kitchen platform,
What travesty of destiny’s fair norm
That you were looked at just as lifeless lank.
Yet, O departed fish, we find you fine,
A fair dish if consumed with table wine.
______________________________________  
Sonnet |05.06.2024| fish

Beauty on the Beach

 The beauty on the beach was indiscreet 
Some would say that she was a tasty treat
Her teeny weeny
Peep through bikini
Made all the girls cry as they couldn’t compete.

As for the guys, beady eyes opened wide
The beauty then took them all by surprise
Her balloons went pop
Then her thong dropped off
The beauty had nothing to hide but pride.

The Song I Sing

The pages written in my book
Are pages made of second looks
They tell the days of happy sad
And sometimes sprinkle crazy mad

The game is played and often lost
By those who fail to count the cost
The dreams I have are often false
And failed the chances come across 

  The search for love bewilders me
  And often leads to poverty
  Incredible insanity, indubious integrity 
  It always makes a fool of me is what I see


It’s incomplete she makes of me
She always makes a dunce of me
Indiscreet to her degree
Insatiable this thing I see

We learn the truth at seventeen
That love is often just a dream
A hindrance and waste of time
The author of an awful crime

  Laying claim to those we name
  Becomes a hopeless silly game
  Knights would strive and pawns would fall
  The Queen's last move would end it all 

To sing a song a serenade 
Write the poetry feelings play
Hold the pillow while I lay
Pretending solace while I crave

The end begins to end it all
The days we spend in love must fall
And nights to come with melodies 
Of love and what it makes of me 
     




(To be sung to the song, "Seventeen's" music)

Pat the Poet

Once Pat was approached at the corner street 
By Johnny, with his offer, indiscreet. 
She pulled out her poet's wit 
With sharp metaphoric grit, 
And blew his macho off into dead meat. 

March 30, 2023

Beguiling Spring

Beguiling spring, how bold your arrogance
You shameless season painted in conceit
Parading up and down each city street
O'er hill, through dale, you flaunt your elegance

Each tree, each flower, bathed in decadence
Each gale, each breeze, your moods so indiscreet
Each dawn you send your birdsong out to greet
A vain display of your benevolence

And yet each year we welcome your return
With song and poem, we celebrate your style
We rush to be the first to photograph
A daffodil, a bud, a waking fern
You always make that winter wait worthwhile
On every heart you leave your autograph. 


     Daniel Turner

Thundersnow

It produces flashes within clouds
It is dramatic phenomenon weather
Blend of thunder and lightning mood
With stormy stream it comes rare 

Sky of the dark cloudy night is gashing
Groaning, screaming to indiscreet sense
Tearing, breathless falling apart everything 
All blowing away slowly to nothingness

Black to white and white to black moving all
Integrate to scatter gradually convert alone
Lightning as radar standing unseen on goal
Defying any thunder walk long to freedom

No frequent no rare mess we need to survive fair 
Let’s we take care, cherish conscientious nature 

©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
19/12/2022

A Handiwork of Short Temper

As a hurting song is being sung,
At a white polo shirt is flung
What can have been a cow’s dung
And on same it foully clung
 And on a nearby face hung;
All a hurried indiscreet challenge
By one refusing to change,
As though it is beyond his range,
The idea pointblank strange
Or one’s denial of a sweet orange!

At last, the fastest arrangement for a detergent,
Lest victim should arrange his brother sergeant…
“Once again, the quick-to-burst temper
Proving it can with a lot tamper.

Long-Awaited Smiles

After the chill
Of winter’s freezing
Snowflakes and winds
Breathing flurries
Indiscreet – blowing
Cold, clear colors
Heartless reflections

After the biting
Fury of winter’s ice
Shuddering frost
Staggering with aloof
Melancholy, breeding
Razor edged cold
Over trembling skin
Naked against the sharp
Stillness of gusts
Tossing tender flakes

After Winter
Has finally exhausted
Its dreaded bitterness
And it has pressed on
Leaving only a memory
Of its vile viciousness

I reach toward the light
Of a silent and warm - Spring
Sunshine bursting with rays
Of lemony yellow kindness
Smiling down on my spirit

Life, I Must Know

Will I ever be able to comprehend life?
Awesome life, Life enigmatic,
With its woes and worries
Its joys and jubilation--
Without a prelude or an epilogue attached.

When I am unable to understand Nature
With her simple gurgling and bubbling brooks
The gushing streams and the calm placid lakes
The splendorous falls and the magnificent mountains
The verdant hills and emerald green valleys
The virgin woods and the pristine environment,
With her tiny puddles of restless oceans
some grains of sand and breaths of fresh air.

How then must I understand
The infinitude of life?
Ravaged by death, disease and destruction
	is still so enduring,
With all its misgivings and failings
	is still is so enticing,
With falling short of fulfilling one’s aspirations
	is still so endearing,
With all its indiscreet ideas and foolish dogmas
	is still so captivating;

Why were we born?
If it’s to live a life…
Why? 
Oh, why then
must we’ve to die!


~02/24/22
~Contest: F Form
~Sponsor: Constance La France
~Theme: LIFE.

Discretion

"Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart
 be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer." 
Psalm 19:14

Discretion drives an unpredictable wedge
into sheltered, relaxed, indiscreet lives.
Its thunder designs to whet the cutting edge
of thinking which stays safely in the archives
of routine – same-o grungy words and garbage.

An effective author might sometime contrive
to create a more concrete channel for language 
where skillful articulation wants to thrive.
Virtue mixes committment and knowledge
smoothly, so God’s Word (truth) and tact survive.


October 27, 2021

Dance of Innocence

Dance of innocence, to divine cadence
Vibrant exuberance in nonchalance
We are all upbeat by magnetic heat 
Sitting thus at Gods feet, with bliss replete
Head-heart balance, with love in alliance

Bliss the quintessence of divine essence
Self-luminescence, Gods own radiance
Love embrace indiscreet, knows no retreat
Dance of innocence 

Essence of presence, aligned with conscience 
Upright stance, immersed in a prayerful trance
Love sweet greets, once lower mind we forfeit 
Heart the love seat, where polarities meet
Self-effulgence bursts forth in full brilliance 
Dance of innocence 

13-May-2021

Paratrooper Stu

Plunged to terrain plagued, tasty female options 
Surge of adrenalin pulses choices unsuitable 
Piquant aroma pulls him closer, allure accosting
Sentient favours solacious flower so beautiful

Hurtled descent drops watchful onto hillock haze
Swayed seed laden willow heads have halos
Hedonistic impulse picks silken stems with craze
Seraphim surround a torn aura in dewy daos 

Preordained mistake palates spasmed heartbeat
Shrews drawn to Stu allude to transformation 
Prurient dripping pores warble wanton indiscreet
Strident serpentines permit desire incubation

Heathen has escape, wrapped parachute harness 
Preparing his tortured innards for due launch
Hazards bring unbridled enthusiasm for newness
Pride hides a tarnished ego, attempts reforge 





11th February 

Whenever waking, 
Lady tailor making

Heightened Delight

Heightened delight, born of magnetic heat
Rapture without end, through each day and night
Hidden in plain sight, an open secret
Each time like the first time, our maiden flight

Hollowed out form fearless takes a love bite
Our childlike exuberance indiscreet
Ecstatic as polarities ignite
Heightened delight, born of magnetic heat

Flowing thus in the bliss current upbeat
We enter silence and stillness quiet
No one feels our joy, though we often tweet 
Rapture without end, through each day and night

We are at peace, knowing our path is right
As head and heart merge, we now feel complete
Our countenance shines, with light within bright 
Hidden in plain sight, an open secret

Swathed in shower of love, with bliss replete 
Oh hermit, teleported to such great heights
Our blooming thus, a miraculous feat 
Each time like the first time, our maiden flight

In time we acquire compassionate sight
Lower mind rests, acknowledging defeat
We become the bliss, we become the light 
Our vaporised being, each soul does greet
Heightened delight

27-December-2020

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