Shiv Poems | Examples

Life Inside A Florida Prison

the walls sweat like old drunks

union correctional, they call it—

correction my ass,

this place was built for breaking.

men bleed here, quietly,

a shiv under the ribs,

a mop bucket wheeled by,

nobody looks too long.

guards strut fat on overtime,

pockets heavy with side deals,

they sell cigarettes like gods

and laugh at the rest of us starving.

chow hall—if you can call it that—

thin stew, one slice of bread,

you walk out hungrier

than when you walked in.

nights are worse.

screams in the dark,

steel on flesh,

the silence after.

the air hums with rot,

paint peeling off like dead skin,

even the cockroaches look tired,

like they’ve seen too much.

and you think—

maybe the world forgot us here,

maybe that was the plan.

Island of Agony

What feeling gives you a belt of happiness? 
As if you had obtained the key to Paradise
But it settles in the heart of darkness,
And your soul is on the verge of silence 
Memories of your heart getting hurt are resurrected,
How life is full of treachery and pain?
A harsh wakeup call can be toxically echoed
With the shiv decorated red is much absurdly covered in plain.

Your mind is tuned in to the shell shock
The demonic screams turns your heart cold, 
And your hellish anger is bestowed from the trauma battlefield
As your whole world is turned into black
The higher you get, the lower you'll sink, 
With your cowardly face, it pushes you into the brink.

THE LINES OF THE LIFE

Never gone away from the light,
Never seen the daunting sites,
Never clashed with horrible tides,
Never ceased down the rhythmic rides,
People would think,
What is all ?
It is nothing,
Just semi-rhythmic
tunes of life's hall.
Life is mystery of the circumstances,
People dive through its resultants,
No one knows about this traumatized stream,
So they try to make it a melodious dream.
One who gets distracted by its tough-acts' scheme,
doesn't seem able to dwell into its -bravo! rhymes.
But one, who presents
similar responses
regarding even or uneven situations,
 is proficiently capable
of enjoying all its worthwhile schemes.
So my friends let's dive into its stream,
Sendig to others a melodious theme.
Everything will make pace with the wheel of fortune,
So try to make the life as a melodious tune.

THE LINES OF THE LIFE

Never gone away from the light
Never seen the daunting sites
Never clashed with horrible tides
Never ceased down the rhythmic rides
People would think
What is all ?
It is nothing
Just semi-rhythmic
tunes of life's hall.
Life is mystery of the circumstances
People dive through its resultants
No one knows about this traumatized stream
So they try to make it a melodious dream.
One who gets distracted by its tough-acts' scheme
doesn't seem able to dwell into its -bravo! rhymes.
But one, who presents
similar responses
regarding even or uneven situations,
 is proficiently capable
of enjoying all its worthwhile schemes.

Shivskhati

Divine couple beyond the illusions of
Materialistic world
Shiv is shakti and Shakti is shiv
Their love is eternal
Their divinity shines like a pearl
Trident of mahakal destroy the devils
Shiv is  free from inevitable cycle of birth and death
Shakti his counterpart is the Nature
She is the perfect example of maternity,
And at the same time graceful and great warrior to destroy evils
They both complement each other in a perfect way
There love story filled with tests, pain , sacrifices and lots of true love...

Oh, Let Us Write

Oh, let us write of gentler things
Still wondering why “the caged bird sings”*
Or rise upon a thermal shaft
Of feathers drawn upon first draft
Or watch the sullied surf subside
As clean-up crew of ocean’s pride

Oh, let us dull the razor’s edge
And loudly sign a silence pledge
Deny the forest’s right to live
While sharpening the traitor’s shiv
Or are we but a single voice
Muted by the rising noise

Oh, let us cloak our metaphor
In words both good and bad adore
Hone it with sarcasm's wit
So both sides will lay claim to it
And chuckle as our pens run dry
Our ink the tears that poets cry

Volcanic Ash

.................Several strokes were made; sharpening this shiV
Sulphuric is the stench; but a sentimental heart; in its echO
             Heat beyond conceptualized; melted away my walL
                                 Emotions brought out in forms so basiC
                 But evolving with flowing skills like a river of lavA
                  Feeling this intense heat; I am a boiling cauldroN
              My personality is very intense; seen often as quasI
          Perseverance is a trait; I embrace while others mimiC

                    Gladiatorial the battles fought; inside this arenA
                      Fueled I am by what constitutes; life-long fireS
   As a cool down begins; I question; what did I accomplisH

Euphoric Yacht

        Chiseled bone fibre silences white noise water
        Shiv splits through throat, jugular scissored
        Flung spray fusillade's lain flat slaughter 


        Bluster bullseye stabs canvas concave 
        Albatross follow our sharp slipstream
        Wind vane spins blur invisible
        Dolphin pod adjacent symbol
        Ludicrous becomes our lucid dream 
        Green glaze wake calms crazed waves 
 

        Plunge smashes panic, pindrop pools surface 
        Instinctive dive into icy effervescence
        Jolts flailing heart buoyed purpose 
       
        
        Castaways tack to breeze's best advantage 
        Seahorse spawns, cloud coral hammock
        Hull pointed toward demand
        Relentless racing hour hand
        Gathered globe gauges chances gigantic
        Skippers puncture tides, shark agile voyage



      
              20th February 

            Triumphant Felicity

Heavenly

LET ME NEVER stoop to disavowing the truth
Neither “looking lovingly” askance at a hurtful lie
NOR OF PEOPLE “sleeping soundly” from an anesthesia
Called purposefully abetting, forgetting to evade the shiv
Of justice wielded with forthright insight, you see,
For without “judicial justness” it is clear our nation
Cannot long endure, much less, I must confess, heal
And continue to be the nation we laud as our country.

FOURTH PLACE WINNER
Written September 6, 2022
Submitted to “The A’s Have It” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May

[End Word: HEAVENLY
Alphabetical Order: LET ME NEVER and NOR OF PEOPLE
Alliteration: “looking lovingly,” sleeping soundly,” and “judicial justness”
Internal Rhymes: abetting/forgetting; forthright/insight; and less and confess.]

MOVE

It’s always sunny in the city where you feel your brother’s love
Like a shiv that someone’s thrust into your side.
Guess those Quakers let their sourdough turn rancid over time.
Now it’s hard to shovel s**t against the tide.

Who wouldn’t shower Santa Clause with snowballs and abuse?
They'd had a losing season, after all.
There's more to what it takes to live in Philly
Than some documents from Independence Hall.

Saw on TV, over Cobb’s Creek, there’s a standoff with police.
The cops intend to turn some vagrants out.
A spark on Osage Avenue might liven up the night.
Just a taste of what this City’s all about.

Mantra Magic

Prismatic refraction viewed in delight, as of each receptors individual sight. Likewise the inner sound current, to which we are sentient, a customised vibration, imbibed by each in gentle resonation. Thus, to soften our attention in deep meditation, if we are to employ a mantra, as a tool or a yantra, then in an aspect of simplistic surrender, poised in childlike wonder, let us allow the mantra to find us within our heart, wherein bliss ignition each moment restarts. In stillness.

Our seed mantra Ohm
Now Ohm Shiv Shakti Namah
We feel His presence

23-August-2020

Buffalo

Buffalo 

Dark of hard carry a devil whisper on to the eyes of you 
Buffalo slow and down from shades of sound kik kik and kik to you crime cry for crime scene 

Buffalo you go we have learned lessons many in our past om naam sambu shiv sambu 


With love all 
Jagdish bajantri

Shiv

The stars that breathe,
Under the sky.
The breeze that spreads,
Through myriad disguise.

Over the shadow,
With the golden blue skies,
Into the ocean,
Pearls gather a light.

No words to be said,
Only silence to be felt.
The shades of infinity,
The colours they spread!

I feel, i heal
I flow with the breeze.
Of all i know,
You are the truth,
You are the sea.

Mahadev

Leela is Mahadev's creation 
Of the creation here
To write Leela, we have been 
Originated from creation here 

Colouring with all the breath 
In mind day night
In the greatness of devotion
There is no relation's fight

The ladder is held by the SHIV
MAHADEV is a sweet name
With devotion and determination 
The song of Shiva's Prem 

Hariman is the name of BHAKT
Not all actions are celebrated part
Evils of accumulated wealth of few
The knot of the many broken heart

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Leela (Hindi) = Miracle, Nature
SHIV (Hindu) = GOD
MAHADEV (Hindu)= GOD
BHAKT (Hindi) = Devotee
PREM (Hindi) = Love


Composed by :(c) Hariom Sharma, CFA
Source Book : Keep Smiling
E-MAIL : cfahariom@gmail.com

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Love For Nature

I love all those who are never seen
Either met those or I keen to meet
From rural generous to urban polished
Either created or have been abolished

I love the wonders of this world
The covert nature guards so well
From those having no time to spend
Who will not lift the ocean's shell


I love the existence of the God
I love too who having atheist nature at all
Please, believe me when I say 
Everlasting  SHIV, heel pain what may

* SHIV (Hindi) = GOD


Composed by :(c) Hariom Sharma, CFA
Source Book : Keep Smiling
E-MAIL : cfahariom@gmail.com

For more poems please search "hariomsharmapoetry" on facebook
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