Long Conciliation Poems

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Premium Member Quiet Word Vision

QUIET WORD VISION

      No disturbance, alone in sheltered eyes torn darkness;
   Peaceable releases stowing within the cool black darkness;
     Free from sound of sleeping children on a crowded street;
                      Silents creeps zero nothingness;
                      Restrained in speech impeached;
                                       Inactive;
                                        Rested;
                                  Inconspicuous;
                                Unobtrusive way;
 Conciliation of affairs nothings hears, darkness in my inner ear?

  
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Premium Member Monotony

Same scene; same birds, flies, insects; same plants, and fall flowers,
Sameness has built lasting nests, like small social weavers;
Boredom, like ivy creep or jasmine, creeps, and hovers,
Tedium grows hooky and sticky like coal-cleavers...!

I avoid crowds, yet, see the same faces at the end,
Each route I tread toward, the same destiny does tend;
Everyone does see; just like me; all feel yet pretend;
Who is wrong? Who is right? Who here does ever repent?

Compromise is the word they use; with whom? When? What? Why?
Conciliation! What? What does this mean? Earth? Oh! Sky?
Each way you think is only your way; they seem to say,
Confusions and contradictions are trends of the day...!

Mono! Boredom so! Tedium!  Do they touch your heart?
Plunge! Dive! Drown! Come alive! Yet, life is not full of naught!!!



25 October 2021
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Peace

In my dreams there’s a tomorrow 
Where I’ve learned to live with sorrow
I’ve made peace with all the schemes
There’s a tomorrow in my dreams

In my heart few regrets 
Haunting past just silhouettes
Bygones forgiven in most part
Few regrets in my heart

In my mind living in the present
Conciliation some might resent
Integrity and kindness are aligned
Living in the present in my mind

In my soul a calm stillness
A zephyr cures the chillness
Moonlit placid enchanted stroll
A calm stillness in my soul

Sublime peaceful paradigm
One blessed thought at a time 
Gentle breezes sway a windchime
Peaceful paradigm sublime



AP: Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2020
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Beneath Grey Waves


He was a wandering wayfarer
with fragments and flotsam  
adrift amidst a misty marine expanse— 
a hopeless harbor hiding hopes.   
Waves acted as fists, crushing him,  
pulling him deeper into sorrowful arms.  

I reached with resolution,
my hands trembling slightly in the current,  
yearning to yield him, 
to lift his weary spirit, 
from the depths of cobalt misfortune  
the harsh shore
that cruel rogue   
whispered sweetly of surrender.  

Through tempest and rain,
I battled alongside him,  
lifting his head above the frothy waves,
as if my devotion could serve as a buoy.
A gentle gesture to guide him back   
but life’s burdens grew heavy,  
my spirit tethered to his pain,  
and my stamina started to fade.  

Before I bid it goodbye.
I stroked her tender lips.  
Salty streams swirled with my sobs  
as I shouted into the swirling shadows.
"Do you wish to die?" My heart breaks
as I resist the storm's pull.   

He shifted his gaze toward,
two twinkling torches, twirling in the turmoil. 
Softly, he stated, "Yes" 
It was a gesture of conciliation
a mirror reflecting the universe—  
In his act of surrender, I discovered myself.  
Lost on the bitter sea, 
Hope and pain floated as mementos, 
intertwined in the snare of the night.
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Premium Member Museum Of Masked Faces - First Draft


On synthetic derelict stage of deception domain,
I gyrate the split mind, ensnared by bipolarity chain.
Under illusive limelight of ostentatious time, 
I’m entangled in machinated invasive paradox prime.
In make-belief life’s drama I act with no compunction, 
I face fabricated faces flocking redundant in conjunction. 
Identity lost in conglomerate of counterfeit facades,
I don’t perform by heart's prudent prompt if it pervades.
In masquerading faces reflected in warped mirror, 
I see concealed the contorted contours of rancid rancor. 
With their phony pretense a conciliation role I tactfully play,
my misshapen face of spite, the actor in me doesn't portray. 
Finding a fake place to subsist in pretend archival spaces, 
I’m a configured antique in the museum of masked faces.
Form: Rhyme


Conciliation - the Another Name of Life

Sometimes it happens when you search for tranquility but, you don't get it anymore,

Sometimes I do for  right purpose but, it never remains for good anymore....

Sometimes I think to please  everyone but, don't know why it never remains anymore....

Sometimes I make ally but, they no longer remains with me anymore....

Sometimes little things fulfill you up with euphoria but, this euphoria never remains with me anymore....

Sometimes this world always indict you but, never remains to be with you anymore....

Sometimes I scamper away from all that I suffered but, it never give up on anymore....

Sometimes when you find a lithe but, it  does not remains soft anymore....

Sometimes this life gives you everything but, does not give you satisfaction anymore....

Sometimes I hush myself but, never ask for anything anymore.
© Priya Shaw  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

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