Long Compose Poems
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Pained piano keys compose
a chorus-less composition.
Melancholic moods crave
to sway back and forth
like bluebells and lilies dancing,
when kissed by the morning breeze.
Forlorn flute flirts with sympathetic tunes,
echoing vivid vibrations,
piercing layers of a forgotten heart.
Somber undertones seduce the soul,
as it struggles to swim,
silently immersing in sorrowful symphonies.
Yet the orchestra is mute - slumbering
in the ruins of unfinished musings.
Ignorant to the heartbroken harp
that lusts to strum romantic melodies,
but stands in sincere elegance,
decaying as dust suppresses its emotions.
Lyrics float by, searching for a home,
but remain unheard in the absence of the viola.
Its loss has become an enemy
to violin strings, crippled from cries
yearning for their cello comrades.
Alone their music does not co-exist
and falls upon deaf ears.
Music has no providence,
yet the mind is lost in its province.
Searching for soothing serenades
that softly sail ships towards
shores strumming sweet strings.
Sometimes harmonies struggle to enlighten in solitude,
but when composed together, their lyrics live forever.
I write because:
Awesome God Almighty allows my communicative ability
Boundless is His grace that brings out muse that's blest
Creativity He endows to keep poetic heart to compose
Driven along determination, desire and devotion
Empowered by biblical truth of compassion's expression...
Indeed, I keep on writing since:
Faithful is Christ Who fuels me for freedom-fulfillment
Graciously gripping my soul along poetry-gearing
Hoisted toward help, health and hopefulness glow
Ignited, invigorated to share divine inspiration
Joyously exposing gratefulness’ jubilation.
Yes, I strive to be the writer* God wants me to be for:
Kindness of the Saviour keeps me poetically kindled
Love He gives for all I aim to declare with His grant of eternal life…
May my writing ministry exalt Him midst prayer-might
Nourished by His guiding wisdom for spiritual nurture
Offering peace and bliss upon rhymes as well as verses’ optimization.
*Psalm 45:1 My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
August 31, 2022
3rd place, "I write because" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 9/13/2022.
My Favorite Type of Poem
Poetry by tradition
must be lucid and rhythmic,
but just for information
syllable count is specific.
Grammar of a poetry shouts
right rules and regulation.
Symmetry in nice lay outs
demands high admiration
Prose-poetry verses must come
in serious weighty mood.
Non rhyming style is welcome,
yet rhyming ruless are too good.
My firm views will always tell
‘Compose a poem in rhyme.
Ideas will run excel
if proper rhyming is prime
So I must conclude to say,
‘ my favorite type comes as best
with lines rhyming in array,
yet each format I respect.
Syllable count : 7 syllable each line
10/29/15
New or Old Poem 3 Contest
by Eve Roper
Let it be once more... I begin
To let go and to hold on
I want to compose realities into dreams
I want to live in a world I do not belong
Finding a self is never hard
It’s trying to become that makes it so
The world exacts for us to tear apart
Which being you... you’ll enfold?
Straying to become an individual
To be or never be may only be
Striving to regardlessly be exceptional
Are we all living for others to see?
A realist, a dreamer... either neither
Striving too hard for dreams to no more remember
Have you forgotten to once be an achiever?
Or has time begotten rather... a believer?
Shall I once more begin?
Did I let go or have I held on?
I want to compose my world of dreams
Living in a world I do not belong
And we thought that after a hundred writings the inspiration
suddenly ceases to exist making us completely wordless;
it's something we cause not seeking or following intuition,
halting the flow of the fountain from which inspiration rushes.
Why show eagerness to be among the top ten? Poets,
be aware twriteethat the creative mind is led by a pen:
it's not too easy to compose original thoughts ...
should they imitate another and claim it as their own?
Create works that others will read and remember,
don't assume that you aren't good enough as poet,
don't feel hurt by someone's idiocy, never pull your hair...
by making mistakes, you will improve your craft!
Diligence and patience will take you far and beyond,
realize that the creative mind is led by the pen creating an image
write passionately and get that sought-after reward....
all words written on paper become the testimony of a modern age.
When symphonic waves crash on soundless shores,
Listen to the cadence of silent seas,
He's a virtuoso of voiceless woes,
orchestrating pre-written faith, at ease.
For every tainted tide, transpires a tune,
If you lend your ear to the unsung sighs,
perhaps sonorous currents too would croon,
amidst ringing reasons that fall and rise.
There's a fine song for every shipwrecked heart,
entrenched in rhymes from the soul of sand dunes.
Healing comes through searing sirens as art,
rhapsodizing themes of roaring runes.
As waters whistle, hushed air ricochets,
resonating the melody of a dulcet dove,
breeze beneath ripples rewinds and replays,
in divine dialects through language of love.
Whilst chorus of crickets swiftly unfold,
allow nature to compose musings of the ocean.
Words can only whisper deep scars untold,
in poetic crescendo, that translates intense emotions.
Written: January 30, 2024
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I will craft melodies for all humanity,
Lyrics for both youth and elderly.
Drafting melodies akin to vanity,
Anytime, they dance for it tenderly.
Not designed to play in sword fights,
Neither for bloodshed nor conflicts.
But chimes that excite human lights,
With upped vitality—plenty of spirits.
Let me compose songs for the weak,
When life is stressful and delirious.
Hearts will steadily release their bleak,
With no fear of losing, seem imperious.
Allow me to sing a song for the youth,
Before they elapse along their way.
Musical displays of devotion and sooth,
Floating by carrying out life's freeway.
For the poor and starving, I'd sing,
When blackness obscures their sight.
Of bright and quiet homes' strings,
A place where there will be no night.
Our planet is tattered and restless,
Needs a clean and powerful melody.
To silence the jangles and zestless,
Of grief, pain, or iffy, cop a remedy.
Lyrics to ease everyone despair,
Until there is no more war or crime.
Alas, man's spirit will grow and care,
Peace may be woven rather than grime.
So morose and so lonely my sordid path is
lost in all this colossal wreck
a beauty spot in all this, that which mar the facet of earth
so destitute the walks of my path, with footsteps traced back
by the lingering stench of ancient fossils and putrid flesh,
the essence of life spelt from wars fought for the affairs of the heart
for love and hate
yet still the sound of tramping dost my life compose
for since this world I first eyed with wariness and upon my knees
i preyed upon my foes, crawling and stalking the shadows
away from this world that saw the babe's innocents
as something to impugn
stalked away from the eyes of the whole tumult
for no such rancorous ways ever beget acquiescence
nor do I seek merit in the eyes of scorn let alone
A life in the wombs of demise.
Form:
Selene, the moon goddess, is on her duty,
With her silvery golden shaded face, she shines;
She's, lo, the ultimate perfection of beauty...!
Riding on her coach the zenith she has to reach,
The clouds like fine frankincense their aroma spread;
The celestial love and beauty she does outreach,
Radiance, on nature, like gold, does glory shred...!
"AS THE MISTY MOON RIDES HIGH" rains their faucets close,
The darkness of ignorance fails to cover her;
Kites and eagles as heavenly cherubim pose,
Elements of the world under and above stir;
Birds and beasts and trees and plants now new songs compose...!!!
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In the still of dawn, tears fall, heartbroken
Sorrows murmur of the past’s distant dread
Words won’t come and the fear goes unspoken
As my soul seeks, unsure of what’s ahead
My mind wanders to light I can soak in
Knowing my soul will read those things unsaid
Singing grace through the night’s quiet shadows
And tears play in the verses I compose
In the silence, where wind reflects Fall’s praise
Blows gentle rhythms of faith, hope and love
Praying to the One who’ll always amaze
When He’s with me, there comes peace like a dove
There is music in the warmth of His gaze
Singing grace that will lead to heaven above
Whatever comes, despite the worst I’ve known
He promised me I’ll never be alone
In the breath of kindness that comes from Him
I’m sure that this love is His greatest gift
This is love that will last, it’ll never dim
It prepares me for the light who’s adrift
Seeking from me, this praise so like a hymn
In the air, grace and wonder come so swift
Because I know Him who blesses my soul
With Him, there’s a promise I’ll be made whole.