“I just wish the world was twice as big and half of it was still unexplored.”
—Quote by David Attenborough
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Three rivers meet here in ecstasy
five thousand feet above sea level
guarded by range of mountains and hills
where tea, coffee, rose, cardamom breeze
stupefies air, mist completes the drink.
With bated breath all that breathe just wait
for NeelaKurinji, fine blue blooms
blooming only once every twelve years
Will she survive more such proud seasons?
Categories:
stupefies, flower, nature,
Form: Free verse
February wasn't all wind and snow,
around the corner the dogwood tree
has bloomed before the Crack willow!
Hummingbirds start warbling again,
to awaken the old oaks in Lindenwood
and remind them they'll be all green!
Looking outside, one feels kind of happy,
this early spring has come to cheer up;
aunt Mary discovered the first, lovely lily!
Noticing the rockless coast slammed by waves,
I retrieve to safety: vast is the bleak, roaring sea;
so amazed at how this scenic wilderness stupefies!
Categories:
stupefies, beauty, emotions, february, joy,
Form: Terza Rima
My daughter’s tears
bring pain
that stupefies
behind her back
a freshly picked flower
upon her tongue
a love-filled “Dad”
my bellowed response
a terrible
“WHAT??”
Categories:
stupefies, daughter,
Form: Prose Poetry
People live with an inflated ego,
They think they rule the world.
Their little souls are covered with snow,
The world is just a shooting gallery.
School is no longer an assistant,
Its functions are, alas, lost.
She stupefies children on purpose,
So that they can think little.
People talk but don't listen,
They don't want to understand others.
It's more important for them to be the best,
How to help those who are scared.
Everyone tries to bite their neighbor,
To get above it yourself.
This story, as feat told
And received a medal on behalf of Himself.
Don't tell me what I can't do,
How do you know whether can or not?
You only see your limits
And just jealous, looking after.
I always walk away from people like that,
There's no point in talking to a dumbass.
They live only in their stupidity,
And they don't know who to cling to.
Categories:
stupefies, jealousy, leaving, people, poems,
Form: Free verse
Whenever there are cold cruel cries
Times of India appears in full-size
For help of common to criticize
All unjust, biased and unfair ties.
All articles or poems to visualize
Are supplied freely by the Wise.
We feel after reading it energize
Quench of knowledge here pacifies.
All sort of news or ads or pies
Are available in format revise.
I tell all my children to idolize
TOI as it never does pressurize
One to form opinion and actualize
Things and never does stupefies.
Gives articles to easily memorize
Or modern development supplies
On different arenas edgewise.
Has decency if wronged to apologize
And never we found it terrifies;
For Improvement TOI is a device
Never taught us to compromise.
Let mater be national or localize
Gets place in it to immortalize.
Hoping better future TOI allies
And for our metal exercise.
Categories:
stupefies, encouraging,
Form: Monorhyme
We met in early summer
when roses were blooming,
and all we thought of was being
in love more than any other!
People look at us and clearly see:
what they had once in their grasp and heartbeats,
but they lost it to uncertainty
without the scented wind's breath on their cheeks!
Don't walk in bright moonlight so sadly,
forgetting that it shone for us so happily:
show your gladness for having me!
Don't be colder than the winter snow:
you have my hands to keep you warm,
never be afraid of walking through the storm!
By morning you'll discover the calmest sea,
and the brightest sky over a pretty willow!
Don't be colder than the winter snow,
lay on my chest, it's your soft pillow;
look further, see a beautiful star that stupefies;
watch thousands of fireflies traveling to Mars!
Don't be colder than the winter snow,
and think that no flower will ever grow!
Written on 11/12/2016
Categories:
stupefies, beauty, december, desire, emotions,
Form: Lyric
Her faith must have come from her mother's voice:
that woman who took her to church taught her how to pray,
perhaps angels resemble her in her pure innocence;
does Lily ever skips a prayer...wouldn't she rather play?
For now her stuffed dolls lay on the neat carpet with a Glade's rose scent,
later she will rewind the red music box and listen to hymns...
while mages of Heaven appear within the clouds of the escaping sunset;
she knows that it's the home of children who died of an illness.
" Lord, you made all that these small eyes see and admire...
let me grow up without pain and fear, yet much I have to accomplish;
my desire is a wish for peace that all can feel and share,
let evil replace goodness, and light darkness: never to be buried in ash! "
The calm evening of August brings on the shrieking sound of a lonely cricket;
she hears rustling noises coming from the trees below, but she shivers a bit:
what could it be? She peeks and sees an owl perched, and his cry stupefies,
did he come to watch her devoted hands of child that pray as the mist intensifies?
Categories:
stupefies, child, mother, prayer,
Form: Rhyme
I write of art that stupefies,
I, who would immortalize new fire, new reflection...
one that weaves a thread of elegance,
who does not make of smoldering solitude
a shill for anyone who passes by.
Dare I presume to extirpate the dross
that my own vision fines?
Yet while with every pungent spadeful, I would violate the earth
and lay it quivering upon its virgin breast?
Show me that tentative, exploring light
that your own grace imparts,
that gift you have of offering faint pictures
of the gods you see...
of leaving finger trails upon my body,
indelible, effable.
With your spirit, write the words
upon a spirit slate that time will not corrupt,
for with you who are my mirrored flesh and breath
united, I may now descry,
my mother, daughter, illuminator
of Almighty God.
~
Categories:
stupefies, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
A wave, a brief moment
Meaningless, yet a torment.
Reams of burnt poetry
Streams of wasted tears.
A room thick with smoking notions
… full of choking emotions.
It’s a draft of man’s life story
Crammed with insane glory.
I’ve stepped on that edge
Tasted much of the noise-
Screeching, scratching
But never halting.
Woven by the eternal spider
Threatened by the moth,
That settles on the heart,
Stupefies, electrifies…
Blocks, clogs, the keyhole of death
And the notion of life.
By Sumaya Khan
Categories:
stupefies, angst
Form: Free verse