u are absolutely right, queri and that's me holding it... :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by Querida
hmm...my poor poem......let me rescue it from my drawer somewhere at home...Ok?
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u are absolutely right, queri and that's me holding it... :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by Querida
hmm...my poor poem......let me rescue it from my drawer somewhere at home...Ok?
Querida ..i love this thread really ...
there are some people who's posts i search and read ....
u are one of them !!
Hey Pooja thanx gurl...how about you? Write any poetry?
I love your signature: GIVE ME A SANE MAN AND I WILL CURE HIM FOR YOU :lol:
*added later
you know Pooja I was just thinking...these ARE my confessions...every single on of them say something about me that I cannot express in straight forward ways yet rather struggle to capture the immensity of the feelings which pursue each thought and written word
Hi Q...
eppadi irukeenga
sowkiyamaa..
unga padippelaam
eppadi pOgudhu
....
em...
-bharaniidharaa
Hi XlntB! :D
yes studies are going well...I'm very happy with the courses I have now...neengal sowkiyamaa? Hoping to write after a change of scene but will see :)
Queri...here's my very simple poem....
LOVE
'Will I ever find it again?"
"Who will that be now?"
"When will it be?"
Questions of Love
Poured in and out of my mind
Day in and Day out
Months went by but Love never came
Nevr entered my life
Years flew by and I finally realized
I will never find Love again
Till I met You
The Love of my Life
You swept me off my feet
You make my heart flutter
You make me blush
You make me do things I've never done before
My Dear Lover
Thanks to YOU
I have finally found LOVE
:oops: :oops:
oh NM how so very sweet :D ....it's simple but truth is best in simplicity no?
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I await a realization...
one that has been a long time coming
a long time waiting
to be seen for real.
I await a realization...
to slacken surprised mouths
to crease optimistic brows
and quiet delighted eyes
and see the dreams of wonder mist out.
I await a realization...
one where encounters prove as stories
and fame all-told seeks to be untold
to be re-told
as nothing shy of true simple imperfect realization.
Queri.....how kind you are... :D
but nothing can beat your poems ..every single one is different...and nice.....
the only way that you could know more than
all that i have captured from fleeting visions
from memories that do not belong to me
is to catch me falling within the ticking reality
and make them flawfully fated
even though deja vus warned of familiarity
to keep you away
from staying and letting conscious control leave
only after lived and seen through unmisted eyes
themselves dreamy bittersweet blinks
that no one must know
but you and i and our moments
Hello to those who care to read this thread...i for awhile strayed from this thread thinking after having the opportunity to travel that i would be able to come back with something new...little did i know that though feeling rejuvenated...my poetry seems cyclical...to the point i ignored the lines that formed in my mind....and now i think it is only after i write them out that i will be (hopefully) to also rejuvenate and even guide my poetry to new and different directions. I deeply all who have posted their comments (probably cause most of you have been so supportive) but just as before I welcome criticism as well...it will only help me grow.
"Kuyil"
calls to kin
begging
another's soul
to reply.
"Capture"
capture meaning
with a thought
capture a thought
with a feeling
capture a feeling
with a heart
capture a heart
with truth
capture truth
with truth.
the closest i ever came to ideal reality:
when i was
farthest away from
the everyday.
little snatches that
will hold what all i
hope to desire...
that is all i have been given to deserve.
simple
intervals
of time
lived through.
it is a somber day
when a spectacle
comes to see
its spectacularity
is only there
to be compared to
that which is better
yet a spectacle
knows no better
than to exult
that which it cannot
be by itself.
sometimes
having reached
a foolish zenith
there surpasses a reason
to endure the calls of
past words
all that subjects to difference
seems thinly veiled as the last
all disguising the one truth
with no more than a
used epiphany
Verses like breeze! Gentle and soft!
Thank you Madame PP :notworthy:
"The storm doth walk the seashore humming a mournful tune"
- Emily Dickinson
darkening shadow
sits high on misting pane
his beckoning words thrumming on taut string
the tapping syllables within the tin can tring
lazy fingers soothe
a bitten round
on silken shoulder
its swell still ripe
from being plundered
pitted sands,
petals, dewy-sliced
lay pierced remains
of the thieving drunk
shelter hides
the sopping invitation
muting the call of lowing reverberations
eyeing bait dry asunder
lightning flailed
still unheeded thunder
he will await
to finally reach up and
evaporate
I've always enjoyed reading your poems, Que..i love the last one especially so! :thumbsup: :clap:
Thank you NM, this one began flowing once I had read that one line from Dickenson's poem....though that poem is about a whole other subject matter (marriage/joining)...I wanted something to capture that one line for me. :D
wow...............Q :clap: :thumbsup:Quote:
help me please.
i would like to be lost.
don't let me leave
i just might want to see.
find me please.
i keep meandering
just so you would.
live for me
i want to remember
dying again.
dream for me please
if i wake i'm afraid
i will live.
speak my words for me
i do not want to say
what i want to.
smile for me please
i do not want the
tears to stop.
continue with me.
if i lead
i will wish
to keep me
in you
i never used to visit poems tread, coz i dont write them, but ur poems r really good :)
keep going :clap:
and NM akka ur "LOVE" was beautiful :)
Thank you Crazy...I'm glad that you can appreciate what you have "yet" to write...really do give it a try...it might be just as beautiful as NM's touching "LOVE" piece. :D
Thank you Crazy.....n Queri.... :D :D
I fail in fear of
what is to come
I stay in fear of
what is far
I dream in fear of
what is real
I sigh in fear of
what may become solitude
I reach in fear of
what will be left
I have in fear
more destiny
than in
happiness
indigo shadows follow, incognito.
hunger stalks pity
satiating nil.
virtue falters to vanity
counting newly gained
limbs from a leper.
good will reeks resentment
coyly cloying
innocent swallows.
:)
walking along this earth
i wish i knew how to
accept that i will go
into the ashes alone
never knowing what walking with would be
must i go
to follow light
and fall into dark?
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Originally Posted by Querida
I cannot long like Meera
not upon dreams
not through words
not under spells
not around other lives
not by mere memory
not over time
not in denial
not for one taken
for I am your Radha
awaiting
there once was a leaf
that loved a blossom.
it grew greener
as the flower blushed.
it awaited the wind
for a touch of petal.
it envied the bee
who kissed nectar.
it admonished the stem
worrying its lovely bud
would droop its darkened head.
it felt not the caterpillar's bite
for his darling was within his sight.
it cherished the dew that slipped sun-shiny
into his glazey lap.
and so leaf from a near-far
awaited the day when they
would be plucked and placed
together:
a loving pair from one lover to another.
came one day and
with spade in hand
reached for leaf so glee'd
for once and for all
casting away the weed
Queri :
Meera is short, simple and sweet but the second one is simply beautiful :thumbsup:
agree :)Quote:
Originally Posted by NM
a hand softly grasped
within a rising lift
with it a heart
too shy to look up
and see its holder
awoke in a blur of rainy windows
to clutching an umbrella
wondering when hands
let go so soon
without letting the sun
shine atleast
once.
Solemn busker
Will you ever be nearer to me
Than with your wistful violin?
How else could you ever dare...
How else could I ever bare...
How else could this be?
Do not act as if it is only I who deceive.
It is only music after all...
Played better by hands less grimely-worn than yours.
Yet to rest a finger upon the violin’s rest…
Am I as agitating as the poverty that demeans you before me?
Do you ever hope that the thrown coins,
fall from an closely distance?
that my smile is not only for your whining strokes?
I know you play “Ave Maria”
Only for me,
Though badly...
Do you ever escape into an imagined embrace?
Of course you would...
For I should never admit
That I do.
Querida : nice poem. :)
"Meera" & "There once was a leaf" - beautiful :thumbsup:
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Do you ever hope that the thrown coins,
fall from an closely distance?
that my smile is not only for your whining strokes?
nice poem :clap: very natural and free flowing.... :D :thumbsup:Quote:
Do you ever escape into an imagined embrace?
Of course you would...
For I should never admit
That I do.
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it awaited the wind
for a touch of petal.
it envied the bee
who kissed nectar.
A Beautiful poem :clap: Truly wonderful!!! I really felt as if I lived the life of that weed :D A truly memorable poem :clap:Quote:
it felt not the caterpillar's bite
for his darling was within his sight.
it cherished the dew that slipped sun-shiny
into his glazey lap.
This oxymoron reminded me of an ode written by John Keats (As a literature student, you might remember it :wink: ), where he mentions abt a lover painted on the urn, who can never kiss his sweet heart :( . Infact the entire poem felt like romantic poetry until the final tragic verse... A superb one Queri!!! :clap:Quote:
and so leaf from a near-far
:clap:
:notworthy: Hey Thankyou Ramky, Crazy, Thamizh I don't deserve such praise...your encouragement is priceless :D
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This oxymoron reminded me of an ode written by John Keats (As a literature student, you might remember it ), where he mentions abt a lover painted on the urn, who can never kiss his sweet heart .
Hey Thamizh! :o wow! :exactly: "Ode to a Grecian Urn" was exactly what I was thinking of!!! i was really touched by Keats poem and loved his use of such hyphenated words....i did not think anyone would notice this! :ty:
Ofcourse, some poems are memorable... I remember most of the parts of that poem, eventhough I dont remember the exact wordings... I loved that poem too :thumbsup: Did u have that poem in mind when u wrote this?Quote:
Originally Posted by Querida
well when i thought of sun-shiny and near-far i knew it was apart of Keat's style...and i knew i wanted unrequited love to be the theme...i just didn't think anyone would point it out...and yes I agree that his poems are very memorable indeed.
"Ode on a Grecian Urn"
Thou still unravished bride of quietness,
Thou foster child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loath?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared,
Pipe to the spirit dities of no tone.
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal---yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss
Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unweari-ed,
Forever piping songs forever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
Forever warm and still to be enjoyed,
Forever panting, and forever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands dressed?
What little town by river or sea shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity. Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty"---that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
- John Keats