Semblances Poems | Examples

This is what you're about to read

Of course it's being judged, why expect anything less.
Comes down to discernment between comfort and distress.
Biases are natural, otherwise we'd all be dead.
So logically you'll instantly judge everything you've read.
So read this and then think again, with new mind reborn.
As semblances of story surface, with plot lines redrawn.
Subtly steering focus from the objective given.
Then suddenly reminding you to judge what has been written.

For the Lost

In fog's night,
there's a shimmer.
A hint of hearth and home.
A muted invitation
to one who walks alone.

Far away from native shore
and succor of the soul.
Harbouring a longing for
the things that make us whole.

Fishing for remembrances
of paintings in the mind,
but finding only semblances
in images unkind.

And now they come, in elder times,
these showings of a land.
So often gleaned from ancient rhymes
that lead us by the hand.

As if to say this life of yours
is wanting for its bed,
so be untroubled, free of chores,
and rest your weary head.

I Need the Following

I Need The Following

Intellectual stimulation
panorama's dilation's
conversations with less trivia
mind food my criteria
to discuss issues with equality
the fellowship of humanity
...vacuous delusions
peeling paint illusions
munificent liberality
fantasy and realities
a demise in spirituality
semblances of sanity
rebirth of science and reason...
starting from solar accretion
rocks beneath my feet
calcium in my teeth
the brave and the meek
expiration of man's conceit
to understand quantum and constants
enjoy humorous nonsense
then, only then...
maybe

Abstractly Phenomenal Butterfly Thesis

She was an abstract woman in a clinical world
theoretically reasoning her notions were perfectly
discerning midst-chaotic sensibilities,
whilst her inane whimsicality kept semblances of
insanity eye-leveled twixt reconfigurable ideologies'
over-share & objectionably designated delicacies of
exothermic exposures pseudo-psychic phenomenons,
therefrom she found divinities were misaligned
with governmental expansions as an alternative to
spirituality and hypotheses of butterfly hurricane frolics,
'twas indubitably manifestations of poetically piddled 
calculating escapism artistes & scoffing con-conspirators

Arduous Delights

She felt utterly drenched 
 in his intoxicating  poetry
whetted her insatiable
   hunger for allegories'
     drunken semblances,
quenched an arid thirst  
     parched of reality,
as she fully indulged 
  a 'roused appetite
amidst gratifying
    brandied fruits &
abundantly aromatic spice
      of his arduous delights

Bittersweet Rhymes

There's a constant humming of the heart

in rhythm's feigned semblances,

everything is just sampled stories self pre-awakening

we are merely a perception of who we think we are,

had a vivid dream I'd written the perfect analogy

ended 'pon bittersweet rhymes calling out destined poetry

I Want

I want

intellectual stimulation
panorama and dilation
conversation with less trivia
mind food as criteria
discuss problems with reality
the fellowship of humanity
withering delusions
peeling paint illusions
unstifled liberality
fantasy and reality
decline of spirituality
semblances of sanity
birth of science and reason
solar accretion
the rocks beneath my feet
calcium in my teeth
brave and the meek
origins of my conceit
quantum and constants
unconscious nonsense

I Want

I want
intellectual stimulation
I Want
panorama and dilation
conversations with less trivia
mind food as criteria
discuss the problems with reality
fellowship of humanity
withering delusions
the peeling paint illusions
stifling of liberality
fantasy and reality
decline of spirituality
semblances of sanity
birth of science and reason
solar accretion
the rocks beneath my feet
calcium in my teeth
brave and the meek
origins of my conceit
quantum and constant
conceptual and nonsense

Suppose

Suppose we could all know--
know the the truth of all, 
the reality behind the
cunning semblances.
We'd no longer be fooled
by delusions, by our egos,
led astray by our fears,
tricked by false promises
and cheap desires.

We would become like
knowing gods, all
discerning, careful to
avoid the myriad traps
humans so easily fall into: 
the pits of ignorance,
the the tombs of denial--
death is the price of that!

Yet all the wisdom of God
and the Universe would still
not sate us if, as the Man
said, we have not love....

Love: the Deathly and Delicate

Like the sight of Dandelions at an open venerate sepulcher.
Of the ardent touch, precipitously hailing two other's semblances to erudite tacit merit.
Voracious of the petal's vocation.
Voracious of the petal, so insatiably, so securely vulnerable, does she... does she not...
Delicate, denoted as such an inane, yet so gravely a significant.

Without Sadness

without sadness
where would we be?
there’d be nothing to compare
perpetual bliss to &
would that not change the very nature of the
game?
would happy really be happy anymore
if it had no opposite?
would summer really be so sunny
without the comfortable
cold
death 
of winter
to bring us down & isolate us all
for a moment of 
sweet reflection?

and don’t deny it
there is a soothing ability which sadness can
bring
that the happy ecstatic just cannot compare &
such happiness, so fleeting,
can always be stolen---
it can always be taken by another
who stumbles upon it 
even without motive,
because one’s happiness is so subjective.

sadness brings together
people who are moments away from
ending it all,
be it face down on a bar counter or
strolling in a dark rainy city---
these semblances of life do not destroy us
but instead humble us
where happiness will only divide.

Monopoly, Game of Life

Monopoly, game of life – play it

Monopoly, childhood board game, moves as per dice
Life, real game, moves as per the game one plays   

As  grew older, realities faced squarely
Had semblances with the board’s pictorial squares

Throw of dice decided the destiny on board
Unlike birth, upbringing, circle, efforts dictating destiny in Life
 
Owner, Banker, borrower, culprit, all characters ended with the game  
Unlike Life’s characters that makes one play different games   

Each day, new game, different victor and vanquished  
Life’s each moment full of mystery, self winner or loser 

Dice calling the shots, tossing not manipulated
Life full of manipulation at each step to win the race

How I wish Life having remote semblance with board game  
Any situation not lasting beyond the game

Each day disconnected with yesterday, tomorrow
Limited spells of joy or sorrow

Life, Monopoly like game – live it   

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By Hitendra Mehta
May 2011

HM in Members Contest – Monopoly, the Game of Life by Judy Konos
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The Destruction of Lotus - Electric Volcanoes 2

Eruptions echo endlessly.
Spewing forth vile thunder.
Electricity excreted from the bowels of the world.
Pandemonium prevails in the distant lands.
Seismic semblances silently shatter safety.
Doom, Death, Destruction.
The electric volcanoes herald the end of Lotus.



*Not written by me*
*Written by a poet known as "The Black Moon Beckons Destruction" look out for more of his 
poems in the "Destruction of Lotus" series.

Semblances

Unhinged the face dwelling beyond the pale.
Seeming slightly off, a kilter, behind the glass
a semblance of a mother, grand and wife
whose sojourn upon this life is passed.

How familiar yet, not..that face can be
each wrinkle timely placed by strife
whose sojourn upon this life is passed
a semblance of a mother, grand and wife.

Are we not to be ourselves at all
must mere copies be we, alone alas;
a semblance of a mother, grand and wife
whose sojourn upon this life is passed.

Few sightings of an inner self are seen
the form, the flesh, the vessel so contrive
whose sojourn upon this life is passed
a semblance of a mother, grand and wife.

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