.
wool
twill weave
cardiganz
harem pants
boots
hoodiez
aran coats
dents
Categories:
metaphor., anxiety, clothes, extended metaphor,
Form: Epigram
Mist is deliberate veil
Just to notice
If the eyes risk
Entering to meet
To greet and embrace
The face wearing
A dotted lace
Mulling to reveal
Knotted thoughts
Those plots
Of dense stories
Ivories of memory
Glory of the sun
We used to build up
From the point of
The startup
Until the plates and cups
Would get satiated
And the golden dust
of the pulverized sun
Would turn into
The moon of contentment
I know my dear
That won't happen
Because you're hesitant
At the very entrance
Of the mystery
Ignoring the filigree beyond
Waiting to dawn
______________
12 September 2025
Categories:
metaphor., conflict, emotions, image, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Mother Nature Teaches
via
Geese
m i g r a t i t i n g
once again
intuitively
know
One = All
weak + well
vital vigor
flight soaring
long with
wings kept
tip-to-tip support
uplift motion
onward for All
Categories:
metaphor., bird, humanity, metaphor, uplifting,
Form: Free verse
Mind's minute mirage may muffle,
But biding by blinding brings burns.
Severely she'll sunder, so scuffle,
'Til tomorrow, tomorrow turns.
Categories:
metaphor., anxiety, conflict, depression, extended
Form: Alliteration
Maybe I've never been enough for you,
On the occasion you speak the truth,
My heart gets broken over and over again.
Maybe if I looked like her,
Of course we would only know if I were,
Maybe that would make it harder to leave.
My heart goes out to those like me,
Others who feel like they can't breath,
Muddled by the presence of a wicked thing.
Maybe one day I'll get out,
Out of the darkness there's no doubt,
My spirit will be free and you will have no hold on me.
Categories:
metaphor., daughter, metaphor, mom, mother,
Form: Free verse
Hospital waiting room in the afternoon
Tired flowers looking after the patients
Saplings emerging from the interaction
Oranges in the hands of the sun as it sets
________________________
11 September 2025
Categories:
metaphor., emotions, image, imagery, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Lost in writing iambic couplets, the moon and sea
Sounds of whispers from between long eyelashes
Waves moving from side to side, a provocation
Quick, let's fly out, chirping the wild ducks
________________________
11 September 2025
Categories:
metaphor., image, imagery, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Sewers are strewn with corpses of carrots,
nectarine skulls and peach sloughs
fermenting in the arteries of cities.
The gutters gargle with grape entrails,
mango marrow, and the pulp of privilege
nourishing the bloated bellies of bins.
The concrete congeals with tomato stains
squished coriander and the puree of parsley
nurturing the mildew that murals the walls.
The pipes pulse with dairy despair,
lactose laments and souring milk memories
sustaining fat-lined steel bowels
The dumpsters groan with crushed caviar
sprawled sushi and weeping wagyu
feeding the fungus that froths metal maw.
The Gut lords, gluttonous and godlike,
swallow civilization in silver spoonfuls,
excreting empires into rusted cisterns.
Categories:
metaphor., metaphor,
Form: Free verse
For only a few days, a sojourn
With the mountains or by a waterfall
In search of an autumn dawn
Amidst the mist on the blades of grass
_______________________
10 September 2025
Categories:
metaphor., image, imagery, metaphor, morning,
Form: Free verse
Upon witnessing the abrupt sunbeams
Waves anew in the two ancient ponds
Bears and stallions from the black frame
The major sixth chord in the piano
______________________
September 10, 2025
Categories:
metaphor., desire, freedom, image, imagery,
Form: Free verse
From my Hillview home beside the Ruby Gate,
I watched the blood moon rise,
its red fire spilling across the Bay of Bengal.
The sea turned into a vast mirror of flame,
the mountains stood hushed,
their green shoulders brushed by crimson light.
Karnaphuli flowed like a molten ribbon,
carrying whispers of old songs to the shore.
Not alone on the hill,
I felt the city breathing beneath me,
yet only the moon kept me company.
Its scarlet face leaned close,
as if the heavens bent toward Chittagong.
In that hour,
I was both witness and keeper of the glow.
And with my brother Shimul by my side,
We sealed the night in memory, unforgettable and wide
Categories:
metaphor., beauty, butterfly, culture, earth,
Form: Free verse
tho' I am but the sparrow's twining strains
the palette and the pen of whisp'ring souls
I'm sweeter still if dashed upon the shoals
or bleeding from the hem of day's remains
tho' I may weep from all a scoundrel feigns
for what each soldier's dying breath extols
it's grander even morning's meadow rolls
as spindrift tossed upon the grassy plains
oh I am found the coursing thru all things
as warm within your veins, as sunset's sky
my constancy to love and swoon and hate
to stir in hopes or see what passion brings
so guard me close or open me and cry ...
I'll bound and thrum and patiently ... await.
Copyright © 2020 Gregory Richard Barden ( rewrite )
Categories:
metaphor., analogy, heart, metaphor,
Form: Italian Sonnet
don't blame the kid
baby birds are one wide mouth for what their parents spit
Categories:
metaphor., animal, baby, bird, family,
Form: Free verse
The water-filled pitcher is settled in your waist
Walk easy, the road at the early hour is almost empty
River in the poet's eyes is watching your movement
Vocabulary from his heart is making a sketch
_______________________
9 September 2025
Categories:
metaphor., image, imagery, metaphor, moving
Form: Free verse
Field with display of green catkins in the candlelight
From the hidden chamber the dormant hair-bun loosened
Foam and current from the sea through the fidgety foliage
Night in a machination to summon the lightning clouds
___________________
September 9, 2025
Categories:
metaphor., emotions, image, imagery, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
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