Blank books made me learn,
Infinity stars made me count.
Here water gets burned,
And fire got out.
People go on believing in lucks,
And diligent becomes tired.
Replier get stuck,
Nepotism get admired.
One should be on our side,
To whom everyone trusts for,
No one comes still us dies,
Because people are sleepless without wars.
Green is all the source,
No humans cared about the knife.
Here all the limits are crossed,
In the mirror of life.
2nd may 2022
Categories:
replier, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Sometimes, it’s just plain swell.
To sit in garden of Poetry soup.
Even when replies do not fly-in,
pell mell.
You make a huge mistake,
If you are here just to take.
Write because you like it!
Not because on top of a trophy,
you must sit.
Nor chasing to get a POTD,
These are a gift that come to you!
So please get off your knees!
Stop so hard, trying to please.
Take a deep breath, be you, no
race to be the top replier.
We all have families, jobs,children,
challenges.
Sit with your family and true friends!
Warm your souls and chilled toes near
the warmth of a holiday fire!
This type of love is everlasting and it
never ends!
12/21/2021
Categories:
replier, appreciation, christmas, encouraging, family,
Form: Quatrain
Why write, if only to please the masses?
Are you an addict for comments only
from positive-prone classes?
Must everything be, oh Lord, so
uplifting?
Life, as we know it, can be harsh and
most twisting!
Allow each poet complete freedom
to express their souls.
I do mean freedom, no limits, should
be our goal.
No repressive-mass antics, against
anyone’s semantics.
Be they too religious, you please refrain
from rude antics.
No man or woman here is a Big Hero
for speaking their truth.
That should be for any poet, normal,
and a given, forsooth!
When you reply, it shows you have
a poet’s true heart.
But do not become a replier only!
Tis then you lost a true poet’s art.
Christmas Day is almost here.
Write, do write poetry and be so effusive,
Part two, on spreading your Christmas
to all the best of cheer!
12-20-2021
12/20/2021
Categories:
replier, christmas, inspiration, love, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
A call to the ring
singing and ringing
the replier has gone with the twisting
as long before ago come for finishing.
A finger in the ring
showing love without crying
it is a prison of dying
a jail of impact recovering.
Sense and heart as sharp as a tack ding dong
as the soul in ready and waiting
to slash the mist of tearing
life has no wasting.
Categories:
replier, life,
Form: Monorhyme