Long Emotion Poems
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Oh,cruel poetess!
I am your everflowing writing pen,
never did you write a poem for me
though I longed for it again and again,
you write so many poems every day
and I shape them without any fail,
Oh,cruel poetess!
Why don't you write me a fairy tale?
Oh, heartless poetess!
Though I am with you since a long ago,
you never tried to listen to my heart
or even never sincerely cared to know,
the words that I wanted to write down
to create a heartfelt poem of my own,
Oh,heartless poetess!
Do you think I don't have any emotion?
Oh, mindless poetess!
When my mind was clouded with pain,
you didn't bother to write a joyful poem
showering through me an ecstasy of rain,
which mingled with my tears on their way
making my path slippery,hard to find,
Oh,mindless poetess!
Why don't you try to read my mind?
Oh,careless poetess!
When you scramble for words to write,
but they stop flowing into your mind
please don't put me in your mouth and bite,
for that is too much painful to me
instead just touch me with your lips,
Oh,careless poetess!
Why don't you give me occasional kiss?
Oh,my dear poetess!
from today please care me a little more,
and write for me that fairy tale poem
with all starry imagination of your,
please do it before it is too late
for old age is turning me weak and frail,
Oh,my dear poetess!
Why not you start today that fairy tale?
© kashinath karmakar
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Placement:None;(April 2011)
Contest:Beseech
Sponsor:Paula Swanson
By:kashinath karmakar (4th April 2011)
Come all you
knights and maidens
a gathering for you
in the jungles of life
Traveling to the center
of our world
To you all I hail
take me to this other land
Showing me magic spells
Like the warlock of old
You give me
portions of love
in the land
of milk and honey
Dreams become reality
With all the emotions
A man or a woman possess
Vanishing in
the Bermuda triangle
The triangle
of emotions
Like moses
the sea parts
Paradise lost
hidden in the storm
Tossing me
every which way
Spiraling around
in circles
In whirlpool
of air
my breath labored
Crushing like
the great boa
To breathe no more
Pain and suffering
pass us by
All of a sudden
I am there
A mystical land
beautiful flowers everywhere
Smells of paradise
Flowers of many colors
a wonder
to the beholder
Beauty as far
as the eyes can see
Bards with magical words
Turns a desert
to paradise
The land of giants
Among'st giants
who raise me up
With magic words
you walk on water
Waterfalls fountains
of forever young
The departed never age
Youth forever love
Standing tall
I am in paradise
In my hand a quill
We stand giants
blown away each breath
We speak
of dreams of love
Happiness in a fairytale ending
Stories of pain
with that of suffering
Of good
fortune and woe
Dreamers
a circle of poets
With a pen
they take you
to the door
Come dine with me
at this table
We are knights and maidens
Lost in this magical realm
Created from love
Emotions
from our hearts
Hate the burning
emotion of love
In the sunset
of our mind paradise
I don't need you to agree with every word I say,
Only understand the road that brought me there.
Two people can look at the same storm
And remember a different rain.
Facts get disputed.
Memories get edited.
Intentions get translated through old wounds and fresh scars.
I understand that.
What I don't understand
Is how a man can tell you he feels unheard,
And somehow end up defending the feeling itself.
That's when the conversation changes.
That's when love stops sounding like understanding
And starts sounding like cross-examination.
Suddenly, every sentence needs evidence.
Every emotion needs a witness.
Every hurt requires documentation.
And before either person notices,
We've built a courtroom
In the middle of a relationship.
The only problem is—
The witness stand is empty.
Because feelings were never meant to testify.
They were meant to be heard.
I'm not asking you to surrender.
I'm not asking you to admit defeat.
I'm asking for something far more difficult.
A place where two imperfect people
Can set their weapons down long enough to listen.
Because common ground ain't found
When one person wins.
It's found the moment two people remember
They were never supposed to be enemies in the first place.
The End
I am dead.
I travel towards a blue ball of LIGHT.
It calls me, communicates.
Whether we are billions, trillions or
even just millions.
we are eternal, we are one.
The time we spend on Earth
is infinitesimal.
Hate has no place inside the light.
Give people the benefit of the doubt
there is nothing to be gained or lost
you just must.
Power is fleeting and it too means nothing.
I am speaking these word out loud
but my understanding is greater than that
a lot greater.
All life is vital; all of it travels back and forth.
Cleanse your spirit your mind and heart,
forgive everyone.
Your purpose is not what it seems.
Do not be afraid of those who hate you.
Fear no one.
Fear is a wasted emotion that only drains energy.
When you speak of peace the confused will attack.
Stay kind, stay pure.
There is nothing to win
there is nothing to lose you just must.
Look deep into others eyes
there you will see who you are.
Cleanse yourself there is a light,
a life that awaits us all,
what awaits us is greater
than any words or ideas.
In our simple form
we cannot conceive the after light.
Light not dark is our destiny
brighter than you've ever seen.
Live by the light, it will set you free.
It is the peaceful who are brave.
Just rid yourself of hate believe in peace,
walk lightly and all will be clear!
We are and will always be one.
........never ever give up on anyone.........
on................any............one
........suddenly........
I am back.......
........I died
but I am back........
........I know because all my angst returns.
All my family is around me.
There are tubes down my throat
wires everywhere.
I am blessed my family with me
tears and smiles a love that blankets me.
I smile.
The Beginning.
31~10~2014
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Contest Name: Near Death or Near Life Experience
I have spent my life in tormenting pain,
from activities I must just refrain;
oh, the aching, throbbing, and agony,
but, I endure, I cope and don't complain.
I find tranquility in fantasy,
in the penning of divine rhapsody;
in the harmony of spirit and soul,
and I find peace . . . at the art gallery.
Courage and the strength of me is my goal,
I ignore aching and pain's rigmarole;
with resolve I control my emotion,
my spirit- with mind and body console.
I let my words soar over the ocean,
on white paper I pour my life broken;
I have spent my life in tormenting pain,
like a bird I rise, drift- never frozen.
Every man woman and child is a poet in their own right.
The gems a child comes out with can be a delight.
The words uttered by a father when he holds his first child,
Will turn a heavy weight prize fighter, meek and mild.
The prayer a busy woman says at the end of each day
Giving thanks for God’s help to make it all the way.
Yes each of us blessed with emotion to be a poet.
Even though all possess the talent and do not know it.
My emotions ran riot at the age of 14 during the Vietnam war.
20 years old conscripted, who didn’t even know what they were fighting for.
My words held anger and rhyme was a secondary care.
I didn’t think of it as poetry, it was out of despair.
Euphoric stimulation rushing through my mind from inspiration.
Passion for the topic born of fury and indignation.
When ever emotion became too heightened to ignore,
I would take up a pen and write some more.
These utterances of mine became more eloquent as time went by.
When the subject allowed, a little irony and humor became my catch cry.
No one ever saw these poems pasted in an old scrap book.
But I never considered them wasted by the time they took.
The book is long gone, lost in one of our clean ups over time.
Gone forever my book with all my emotion and rhyme.
Retired, surfing the net for something new to do that would dazzle my mind,
I found a site called Poetry Soup which was quite a find.
I felt the poet’s vibration. Did this come from some unique inspiration?
I now dare to call myself a poet, I’ll keep my poems for my next generation.
the sounds of the night desert me
my mind seized by ill-fates once more
as ripples dispatched by the ferry
lick down this plutonian shore
dark deeds in my lifetime like flotsam
sailing passed in the after-light gloom
arrested in moments so shattered
and birthed from my cutting room womb
memories I locked in dark corners
the ones that break silence at night
festering fears held for too many years
malignance I can’t overwrite
but the ferryman points one gnarled finger
at me, then the scenes floating by
his empty black eyes hold mine for a while
then he turns with a near soundless sigh
he claimed no coin for their passage
each fare paid in full long before
remnants returning to whom they came from
and I draw in night’s sweet air once more
A single teardrop holds so much emotion
So much that it seems I am drowning in it.
Stealing my breath away, threatening to
Strangle the very life out of me.
These emotions I feel
Are raging deep inside my soul
Filling each teardrop with so much emotion
It is like a raging sea trapped inside of a raindrop.
Here I stand a midst the storm,
Each raindrop rolling down my face,
mingling with the saltiness of my own tears.
Unable to distinguish one from the other.
I am momentarily blinded by the flash and clap of lightening
I cry out for help but my screams are muted
by the deafening roar of the thunder that follows
The hurricane devastating the land around me
Seems to pale in comparison to fierceness and
severity of my inner storm.
But as with all storms
This dreadful hurricane that surrounds me
and the destructive typhoon
that rages within will also pass.
There is always a light at the end of the tunnel.
A rainbow at the end of the storm
There is always that small spark of hope that will
come rescue me from this devastation.
I will go on until the clouds become darkened and heavy
and can no longer hold onto the emotion
that is like a raging sea trapped inside a raindrop
A tear that will roll down my face
Only to be lost within the storm once more.
Viens pierce running temp warm flow
Same color, different making DNA red bleeds
Racism, as if you yourself is perfect in image
There's no white man ancestors bloodline tells
A mix of races, Irish, Jamaica who knows
Population birth of a nation freedom from slavery
As in days of Roman today it carries on
Working for the man, bloodline still traits linger
A world we strive, trying not let it swallow us
Us as a being, many episodes society drama
Like a puppet dangling from string we walk
Bloodline of the past we claim we change
Still a broken society our actions our death
We change our souls weaken to life expectancy
Existence to hide ourselves amongst the evil
Show me who you are, heart tells truth
Image of mankind false hope of anger buried
Hatred towards thy neighbor only love themselves
Each race feeling superior to each other
None equal as greed a thief steals in night
All that makes you or forgotten who you are?
Bloodline we cherish our heritage like yesterday
We find we love out of kindness of our hearts
Depths of dark we portrayed with light
Even though dark does not comprehend it
We show emotion, broken pieces of sanity
A person of interest, not ourselves we think
But for another, a touch of love's kindness
Even if for a moment a breath be save
Bloodline still flows even in death carried to grave
Cool, they describe you
Yet your energy is vigorous, enduring
Short, compact waves of intense photon packages
Dancing on the retina in steady, fluid rhythm
A clear language of light, translated to the synapses
As a pleasing, enigmatic dialect of compelling emotion
Tiny molecules of air scatter, wide, Sol's shorter undulations
To paint the heavens as a baby's eyes ...
More wavers of luminosity, pressed close by physics
Kiss the waters of the earth, and are breathed back to the sky
Turning rills, rapids, repositories, to shades that shame the azures
Humanity's wiles and works, are all framed in the complexion of the moon
And should a distant race of beings ever marvel at our planet
It will be for its exquisite swirls of majestic blue
A dazzling, resplendent marble
Pride of creation.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Blue" Poetry Contest, Craig Cornish, Judge & Sponsor.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Strand Select W Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.