The luscious green space ahead,
A tree with leaves a-shed,
The leaves rustle all green,
Amidst a world unseen.
Unsearched ,Unscathed
A world to be in awe
With it in green bathed
It is a world to vow
Let the space live on!
And not to be shown
To people who are selfish,
Who cut them for their relish.
Let the world so pretty,
Not go all rusty
The life's lifeline
The earth pleads- "It's all mine!"
9th september 2019
Categories:
unsearched, 9th grade, earth, earth
Form: Rhyme
Petition
Lord grant that I might walk softly,
Down quiet, untrodden ways.
That I might explore the hidden recesses
Of the mind, henceforth unsearched.
Let me plum the depths of love
And reach down into the darkness
To recover Truth,
As he is always, wrapped in light.
Give me the wood, the field and Glen,
Where you can dwell in the open air.
Deliver me from the beaten track,
Let me "converse" with you God.
Let me walk silently through the
Empty mystic halls of thought,
And discover it's treasures,
Or lose my curse.
Lord grant that I might walk softly
Down quiet, untrodden paths,
Through the darkness of this world,
To find that light.
Deliver me from the fetters
of conceit and pride
Break the bonds of fear,
That I might discover you.
Categories:
unsearched, adventure, allusion, christian, devotion,
Form: Prose
What will I become?
What will I ever be?
What will happen to someone like me?
Will I reach the top or ever fall down?
Should I just stop and forever frown?
To reach the space so hard is true
If you are weak you'll never do
So be strong and hold on tight
You can do it, just have to fight
Learn from it and don't be a crap
For our mistakes will make us tough
Take it all be positive
'Coz we always have prerogatives
So prepare ourselves what lies ahead
There are things left unsearched
~Chrisna Vergara
Categories:
unsearched, confusion, depression, encouraging, hope,
Form: Rhyme
This is a little story
About friendship ultimate
This friend knew my love of cake
But understood my need for health
She saw that I was trying
To be oh so very good
And she went above
And beyond
To do the best
She could
To make me cake
My diet plan was stringent
No dairy or gluten at all
No sugar, except maple or honey
No sweetener, not even small
She scoured all over the internet
No corner left unsearched
And she found a promising recipe
But it ended up tasting like earth
Did she give up trying
No, she wouldn't give in
She found another recipe
Which also went in the bin
But on her third attempt
By which point any one else would have stopped
She found a complete success
And look at what I got
Brownies oh so yummy
Soft and gooey too
I never guessed what they're made of
And I bet you won't do too
Black beans, yes black beans
And maple syrup to be sweet
Cocoa powder for chocolate
And oats go in the mix
A few other small ingredients
But what really goes beyond
Is the chocolate chips from America
Of my friend I'm very fond
This is a little story
About friendship so complete
She made me these yummy brownies
Because she's so fabulously sweet.
Categories:
unsearched, food, friendship,
Form: I do not know?
"From Thy Thresh-Holds,
I Wish To Uphold;
Through The Wave-Tide ?nd Gravity,
To Where I Feel Sympathy!"
"To Thy Branches I Rest,
A Tree Of A Caring-Shade;
Like Thy Sturdy-Roots Of Crest,
Shall I Stay Brave ?nd Will Never Fade!"
"From Thine Gift Of Wings I Fly,
Into Horizons Of Unsearched-Sky;
By The Limits Of Reality,
Shall I Soar My Dreams Upon A Fantasy!"
"?nd On Thine Heart,
Shall My Nest Be Built;"
"Peacefully ?nd Gently,
Shall I Take My Rest;
For With Thine Compassion,
I Am Caressed!"
Categories:
unsearched, fantasy
Form: ABC
Timeless,
the eyes and fractured wisdom,
the two of us, extremely prudent, suffering
the dislocation of vigilance against wrinkled sin,
I am on my own today
disconnected to
the unearthly rehearsal
of breaking the cycle of carbon assimilation
in the veins of white lies, of crude bombs,
moonbathing we were colloiding in void
of consciousness and scattered verses
in scriptures remained unsearched;
the brutal hierarchy of chromosomes,
loud and merciless, in the birth of new settlements,
huge ovens for cremations, collecting the golden
teeth from the ashes, celebrating the
return of blood and death, me,
blessing the unborn poem.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
unsearched, art,
Form: ABC
Timeless,
the eyes and fractured wisdom,
the two of us, extremely prudent, suffering
the dislocation of vigilance against wrinkled sin,
I am on my own today
disconnected to
the unearthly rehearsal
of breaking the cycle of carbon assimilation
in the veins of white lies, of crude bombs,
moonbathing we were colloiding in void
of consciousness and scattered verses
in scriptures remained unsearched;
the brutal hierarchy of chromosomes,
loud and merciless, in the birth of new settlements,
huge ovens for cremations, collecting the golden
teeth from the ashes, celebrating the
return of blood and death, me,
blessing the unborn poem.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
unsearched, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?
i have not ideal
where to start
but if there be
i'll find the key
to your heart
if buried under
Saharan sand
i'd sift the grains
between my hand's
seperate searched
from unsearched sand
continue my search untill
i hold it in my hand
for determined i am
determined i am
to search desert sand
to prove i am a man
to make you understand
that you are part of my plan
most men search
for riches and gold
but i search for you
in summer heat
or winter cold
for you i have
this bravery
for you i am
so bold
to walk
the distance
to spend the hours
to rescue you from
witches tower
and carry you away
i can not flee
the spell of you
being the one
my sprit choose
Saharan sand
seems a small
part of the earth
for such a great thing
i'd search the whole
world
Categories:
unsearched, adventure
Form: Imagism
In life anew, relate deficiency:
a heart that yearns for anything but this
and suffers for its inefficiency.
The hope, the future lost in just a kiss,
the need, the ache for breath of coming days,
a heart that yearns for anything but this
where, in the place of fortitude, fear plays
to bleed our vision from your tearful eye;
the need, the ache for breath of coming days,
that hold no others here but you and I;
no force unseen can ever breach the soul
to bleed our vision from your tearful eye;
to fail not, heart, the mind need not console –
no heart still unsearched disappoints again
no force unseen can ever breach the soul
and bring renewal of this present pain.
In life anew, relate deficiency:
no heart still unsearched disappoints again
and suffers for its inefficiency.
Categories:
unsearched, introspection, life, love, philosophy,
Form: I do not know?