The thoughts are risen: But nobody to listen;
Hot breaths from lungs continually waltzed over skin.
Everyday my sleepless heart cries alike the pouring rain.
I wish there could have been a “traffic signal” just to notify us
In times like these we cannot presume everything to be normal.
Doused frantic emotions stare at the glim.
Finding the gimmick of Love!
Let's dance together amidst the flower and devour Nature's power.
Amidst all the false accusations & tensions...
Our Undying divine love overflows boundlessly demanding immeasurable unite.
CONTEST: Ten lines from Ten poems poetry contest
SPONSORED BY: Silent One
Poetic Lines chosen from the following poems. Viz,
1)Zero Action Without Any Options
2)Gentle Touch
3)In the Fragility of Dreams:
4)Seeking Love Signal
5)In Times Like These:
6)Summer's Heat
7)And Now for Something Completely Different
8)Script of Mother Nature
9)ABC Melancholic Angel Adopts ‘smiling Depression'
10)Split Second Memories Are Unforgettable
Categories:
traffic signal, depression, destiny, forgiveness, imagination,
Form: Free verse
In NYC where cardboard boxes and bums come from
In the comfort of his brown paper home
The smelly old man sleeps on a concrete ground of cold
Snores alone like a train in heat
Unaware of his left eye detaching to leave
A vacancy sign behind the socket is left, not worth reading
An eye rolling down the highway is strange
Pretending to be a traffic signal is suspicious
Blinking green then yellow is clearly disgusting
Disguised in red makes it downright criminal
Obscene and not very nice indeed
Children want to play marbles
The eye is wiser than you think
Seeing everything through a glass darkly
As it rolls away smartly unseen
Categories:
traffic signal, endurance, life, loss, poverty,
Form: Free verse
Stop and read 2x2 ft sheet of metal with red with white letters
Stop who said claims William Eno New York businessman or be it Harold Harry Jackson working in the Detroit busy Street intersection
Stop he who holds the sign stops the cars
Stop he who created the sign stops the cars before traffic signal red yellow green slow down to the red sign with the white letters you know what I mean
And all to provisions unsupervised and driven I stop at the sign
Who am I to pay homage to a red metal sign with the white letters that spell out s t o p
STOP
Right now trust you at your stop look left and right then proceed with caution
STOP
Right now I believe in your marriage merit look to the left look to the right after you stop unapologetic unsupervised stop you will prevent an accident
NO ONE'S NEAR NO ONE'S HERE ALL FOUR STREET INTERSECT UNAPOLOGETIC UNSUPERVISED
STOP
NO ONE'S HERE OR THERE so stop at the unsupervised stop sign
10/24/23
The unsupervised stop sign Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
Categories:
traffic signal, analogy, appreciation, confidence, surreal,
Form: Free verse
when beggars no longer knock
on the window of our car
at the traffic signal
they’ve judged
our apathy
whilst we dwell
in our comfort zone
oblivious to our demeanour
reflected in hardened facial lines
17-January-2023
Categories:
traffic signal, angst, introspection, mirror,
Form: Free verse
Crayons of a rainbow consists of spectrums of many unique colors of a rainbow also in human forms ever hanging similar as a traffic signal or a mounted clock upon a wall vastly changing as the seasons 366 days in a degrees.
Categories:
traffic signal, allegory, appreciation, blessing, butterfly,
Form: Personification
"I wish
there
could
have
been
a 'traffic signal'
just to notify us ..
the possibilities
of when to start,..
pause ,..or resume..
with the
flow of
our blind
unlimited
love".!!
~DEEPA~
Placed as Honorable Mention
In BRIAN'S CHOICE D,any form,any theme
Poetry contest
Sponsor:Brian Strand
Categories:
traffic signal, conflict, crazy, cute love,
Form: Shape
A soul in flight soars above the grimy midnight mist only to be swallowed by audacious moonlight droplets.
Heart, mind and artery
skip seamlessly across a canvass wet and damp,
soaking up the wild blue mildew spot flood.
Chair yoga skeleton figure,
quaking in mid-air,
much to the chagrin of startled night owls.
Baby moth or butterfly swept up by artic gusts,
the rainbow in my psyche whirls around the neon signage.
Blood red flash alert,
wee small hours traffic signal vaulter that I am.
Ghostly cry from rendezvous of past enchantment,
bony elbow echoes at the edge,
neck craning memoir a distorted mirror,
a foghorn on mute
Categories:
traffic signal, character, dedication, deep, destiny,
Form: Prose Poetry
The traffic signal just turned red.
Slow down and stop my wife now said.
I don’t want to end this day dead.
Not to worry!
There’s three more I can see ahead.
We can’t hurry.
Categories:
traffic signal, humor,
Form: Rhyme
on the other-side of a grave wall
there may rightly be a water-vessel
that is chicken-hearted by birth
there may not be around her
a stretching of water-body
do remember
when we all went that day to catch the train
the room of the rail-station was totally vanished
after enquiry it was revealed that
it had gone to observe holidays with its family
in the yolk of the eggs of the snipe
before opening the no-door to take a leap i also knew
that the top-branch of a green and large grasshopper
was mainly made up of white-stones
i did not also have
any mystic words
given by the moon
to recite silently
so without caring for the water
i made a all-complete ocean
with sands and cement
throughout the year
solvency gets down
from the body of the traffic signal
even-then
the monsoon this year
has been under the poverty-line
and the ray of hope is that
it is this circuitous route
leading to the top of the himalaya
that would one day
play the tune of differential calculus
on her guitar
Categories:
traffic signal, fantasyday, may,
Form: Prose Poetry