Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Poetry and Race in the United States
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| Rita Dove |
Race and ethnicity have been topics of concern in the United States since the first explorers landed on its shores. Even in this day and age, these issues lurk beneath the surface and in some cases, figure prominently in matters of everyday life. Recently, it was made clear that even the world of poetry is not immune.
Freedom is in the words of a poet
Freedom is in a bird soaring high
For it can dare to claim sky its own
And flip its open wings in joyous flight.
Freedom is in a droplet of water
For it can dissolve in the grand ocean
And never worry about drying up.
The Prisoner
Behind the dark walls
His past life awaits him.
Of murder and of theft
He was convicted
Age; young and ignorant
Led its triumph but behind the bars
Of failure, torment and prison.
For years, in the company of saddened self
He mourn’d, lament’d and cried
Of the freedom he dreamt
Behind the walls he couldn’t climb.
But time fled
And wrinkles got crowded
Prisoners came and went
Yet, chains ‘ve not loosen’d him
But sad was he for his inmates
Pen, writing the memory of world
Of world, high and low,
Pen flows and reaches around the world.
Of thoughts, idealistic and great,
Pen runs the thoughts, and catapults the idea.
Of history, the wars and epoch,
Pen immortalises eras through ages.
Of man, crude and ignorant,
Pen reads and teaches the worldly wisdoms.
Of love, celebrated and cherished,
Pen scents it with songs and pleasure.
Of books, the trapped thoughts of authors,
Pen breathes the life within the lines.
Pen flows and reaches around the world.
Of thoughts, idealistic and great,
Pen runs the thoughts, and catapults the idea.
Of history, the wars and epoch,
Pen immortalises eras through ages.
Of man, crude and ignorant,
Pen reads and teaches the worldly wisdoms.
Of love, celebrated and cherished,
Pen scents it with songs and pleasure.
Of books, the trapped thoughts of authors,
Pen breathes the life within the lines.
Celebrating Love
Behind the curling clouds,
Inside the heart of a peaceful valley
A damsel near to my heart
Who reigns in my dream
Awaits me
To fill her lives
For Today, Don't Send Me To School...
Momma! See, it has started raining,
Sky is lightening, flickering,
And clouds are thundering.
Don’t get scared!
Stay calm, holding my palm.
I won’t leave you alone,
Now I am grown up,
And no more a fool,
For today, don’t send me to school.
Come here Momma, and see,
Intruders in our home,
Leaking roof, and a buzzing bee.
Don’t panic! I am with you,
Get me a bucket and a broom,
I will work, and flee your gloom.
Now I am grown up,
And no more a fool,
But for today, don’t send me to school.
I Found You...
Wind blows, Lament slows
Hymns grow, as you show
Your face undimmed
Lambent redeemed.
Sail me away, so far away
Sail me away, so far away
I have gone tired
From the oars I sway.
I am befuddled
Cheated & riddled
Don’t let me go low
Or I will die
Wounded from some bow.
Hey!!! Don’t panic and go worry
Hey!!! Don’t panic and go worry
Don’t draw deplorable lines
To halter your face shines
I won’t die, in so hurry
I will accompany you
All over this ferry.
Soothing shadows close my eyes
Soothing shadows close my eyes
When you hinder the sun
With your wise
If your shadows could also smile
It would have jollified
And wassailed this river Nile.
Stay For Our Son
Crimson seas
Flowing deeper into the folds,
Talking to us,
Narrating stories untold.
Of how the children
Split and ran away,
Came back the same way,
Embraced,
And fell apart again.
There comes a new child!
A poor, lonely, lost soul.
"Where do you quietly wander?
Won't you get down from that foal?
Cause I will give you food, love
And so much more.
Your heart will never feel
It's in the hands of a boor."
The Perfect Feeling.
Melancholy is an irresistible poison.
So Beautiful.
So Sweet.
So Addictive.
The more we feel it, The pain lures us, Gives us pleasure.
A pleasure so new, So amazing.
That it leaves traces within your heart even after it is gone.
Melancholy is like whiskey for the person with a hundred dues to pay , it rolls down your throat to rejuvenate the pain.
Melancholy is like a reliever, for a person with many miseries.
As the miseries can only be understood, If only, Melancholy is buried deep within us in times on distress and pain.
Ah! Melancholy! You're the best thing existing within me.
So perfect, So meaningful, For if you weren't there, The reasons to sorrow I wouldn't have been able to see.
P.s- Dont Worry Folks! This isn't related to my life in any way right now. Its just a random piece of writing, written during my ridiculously long Summer Vacations. :-)
I'm Missing You
Let it go
Cause the hardest part is over.
Don't you say it
Cause I don't want to remember.
A little care,
Just a message that says, "I'm coming over."
A little time,
Cause it's you I wish to turn to
I'll get by...
It's your thought that really matters now.
Just one hour
Is all I ever needed from you somehow.
I'm relaxed,
But I'm scared and uncertain.
I'm afraid,
That you'll cause this heart broken.
You are hard to get over
Thoughts of you fill mine
I believe it's coming to an end
Maybe I'll just have to pretend
I'm missing you my special friend.
Washed Ashore
Whispers romance the moonlight,
you make love through the night
Beads of sweat cool in the breeze,
meandering the gaps of embraces tight
Beads of sweat cool in the breeze,
roving hands naught to cease
Sweet sighs of the sensual lips,
tug, nibble, fumble and tease
Sweet sighs of the sensual lips,
a coming closer of the hips
The mind blows, bowls,
body shudders and my heart flips.
Copyright @Sandy
Eruption
Whoever thought we could progress beyond selfish gains?
We that were born of dust, to dust return
seeking grief over love and happiness
the children burn even before they are born.
Image courtesy - Google Images
Copyright @Sandy
My Love My Life
She is the pink evening of a sunny day,
She is an ocean and I am the Bay,
She is the only gift for which I pray,
She is the one who takes my pain away,
She is the reason of what I am today,
She is the brightest colour and the rest is grey,
She is the emotion I can't convey,
She is the beauty words can't portray,
She is the one I could never betray,
She is the scent which will forever stay,
and that's all I can say.
"I can't feel the difference between air and your Love anymore sweetheart.....I may survive lack of air but lack of Love for a second can kill me"-Abhisek Panda
~I Love You~
Image: courtesy Google Images
Abhisek Panda
About the Author :
He loves challenging the concepts of others & that invariably leads him to create his own ideas and to pioneer new lines of thought.He Writes about Film,Art,Poetry,Stories and Personal views on things that matter.A Filmmaker,a Photographer,a CG Artist,a writer and Blogger.Music and Book Lover, curious about web design and development.He is the founder of "WE HAVE A STORY" and many other blogs and websites.
He loves challenging the concepts of others & that invariably leads him to create his own ideas and to pioneer new lines of thought.He Writes about Film,Art,Poetry,Stories and Personal views on things that matter.A Filmmaker,a Photographer,a CG Artist,a writer and Blogger.Music and Book Lover, curious about web design and development.He is the founder of "WE HAVE A STORY" and many other blogs and websites.
Escape
She will chase you around for a while,
But there's going to be a day when..
She's gonna stop running..
In circles around you
She's going to get over you
&
That very moment ,
You are going to wish you had let her catch you..
FIRE
THIS ONE IS FOR MELISSA AND SAM....MAY YOU BOTH ALWAYS FIND LOVE
Last night I couldn't sleep
Because of the dreams
Dreams of the things we would do
Dreams of the things we would do
Couldn't get you out of my mind
Couldn't stop imagining your touch
Couldn't stop imagining your touch
Couldn't sleep because of your lips
Lips that would kiss me
And caress my every inch
Deep in thought all alone
You drift into my dreams.
Wishing I could see you
Lips that would kiss me
And caress my every inch
Deep in thought all alone
You drift into my dreams.
Wishing I could see you
Just to gaze into your eyes
Fills me with desire
Into blue depths your soul
Stokes my passionate fire
Making me wanton
Fills me with desire
Into blue depths your soul
Stokes my passionate fire
Making me wanton
Driving me wild
Merging with words
Merging with words
My emotions start to whimper
Visions of kisses
Of your hands
Of your hands
Find their way into my mind
As sweet rapture spreads
Delicious heat to every needy place
Delicious heat to every needy place
The fantasies we dream
Find life in a written word
Upon a warm soft breeze
Our whispers surely heard
Find life in a written word
Upon a warm soft breeze
Our whispers surely heard
Deep in thought all alone
I drift into our fantasy
Where fiery desires dwell
And wait for you and me
It's like the heat of the sun burns yourself into my mind
Giving life to me
And setting me free
Thirst quenched by two being in love
This has to be sent from above
Loosing all senses, the desire takes control
The breath of yours serves me pleasure unknown
Giving life to me
And setting me free
Thirst quenched by two being in love
This has to be sent from above
Loosing all senses, the desire takes control
The breath of yours serves me pleasure unknown
I want this to be forever etched in my mind and soul
You are my breath, my soul
I just can’t wait to be with you
I don't want to ever let go
I don't want to ever let go
Alpana Jaiswal
Copyright@Motifs2011
Labels: Night, soul, fire, kisses, desire
Photographs: Courtesy Melissa’s Facebook Album
A Rainy Day
was told it rained…
I looked out
The skies were grey…
I sat in bed sipping
scorching hot coffee
sighed and wished
it was a Sunday…
Such glorious days
should be spent
holding your face
to the breeze,
talking to the sounds of silences
interrupted by
rumbles of thunder…
my mind wandered…
off to the poem…
The solitary Reaper…
then back again…
to the city I grew to love
of rains and driving through them,
of getting drenched
messed up with melted ice-creams
It was a beautiful day…
I realized...
as my eyes blur
each time I read
happy
sad
mad
glad
all those things
a friend would feel
when far away…
another continent
another country
another city
Just by the sea…
Another view…
lingering and gone…
Gone before they brush
gently against my soul…
access denied to hearts I love
access denied to my own soul
I’d rather drown
in my mindless space
than be anywhere today…
But life goes on..
the show excels
rave reviews of a fine performance
of having survived
Another day…
In this lifetime…
just get laid aside;
there are dreams
Beyond my today.
Sustenance
is survival
borne out of a defiant nudge
To circumstances…
You win some you lose some…
Life never stops its lessons anyways
and thus we go
on and on
all over again
wiping out today’s slate
ready to write a new one...
Images courtesy - Google Images
Copyright @Sandy
ONLY LOVE
A love, that needs to live a life.
A love, that needs to live memorable moments.
A love, that makes the life beautiful.
''THAT'S ONLY LOVE.''
A love of parents- caring..
A love of friend- sharing..
A love of partner- pleasing..
''THAT'S ONLY LOVE.''
Love is like magical wand ,
that acts as a miracle hand.
Love is believe,
Love is a sweet relief.
Love only binds the emotions,
feelings and promises with our lovable one.
''THAT'S ONLY LOVE.''
DEDICATING TO MY SPECIAL FRIEND, MELISSA AND HER LOVE, SAM :)
Hope you both will like it!
With lot's of love. Simran
Insatiable
Moonlight crawls
Silence chills
Loneliness soars
Love invades
the soul.
Two souls
meet, caress
Fire burns
Kiss lingers
Takes you in
Take it slow
He sees you
She sees you
Falls deep
inside of you
Mind adrift
Sweet embrace
Bathes her skin
Heart's racing
Goes deeper
Insatiable
Candle flame
Slowly ceases
He reaches you
She reaches you
Love untangles
Triumphs, rejoices
Kiss...
WHY SO?
When we get success,
We think the whole world is ours,
When we get failure,
We think we are ineffectual,
WHY SO?
When we get love ,
We think we are special,
But when we stop getting love ,
We think people are so mean..
WHY SO?
Death Lullaby
A year back were the thrills, the beers,
The laughing and coming near.
The year now is the screaming and tears,
Those pills and fears.
They come and haunt while darkness leers.
All that joy, turned taunts and jeers.
Click! The lamps click on.
The streets glow, playing a golden song.
She, her sullen shadow lingers till dawn.
Walks and walks, around the lawn.
Little Soul, why are you so lone?
A pretty child that is ruined, that cries.
Mistakes she makes, on her geometrical ways.
She trods a while, stares at the broken sky,
Where the eaten clouds around the half-moon lie.
Her black, dark brows, her hair, her eyes,
All mingled with the scene that try,
Try to please her with floating memories.
Her pride that broke, since then in pain.
Her heart, he slain,
Her family looks at her with disdain.
She knows not why it happens.
These thoughts feel faint,
Cause once she was alive, with a loving life.
What does she do? She's lost, hopeless.
The world is a tyrant, she cannot face.
A sadist, that keeps her never safe.
She's the victim and she chooses to end.
A pretty soul and an overdose of pills race
Her beating then weaken the pace.
She lies face down,
Whilst a Death lullaby croons.
She will never see a morn,
A sleep so wrong.
Her eternal beauty shining like a silver crown.
Rest peacefully, you were never meant to live long.
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