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Akanksha
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Dec 12, 2010 11:03PM
People i've been told to start a thread on poetry. I've been writing poems since i was 10(Don't worry i won't post those here)!! When words don't seem enough, poems infuse a magical quality that can express the deepest and most complicated of emotions. Yeah, yeah i know i'm rambling. So guys, without further ado about nothing(As shakespeare would have said) this is for all of you who write poems or appreciate them. Post your own poems or post your favourite ones(but please do mention the poet when you do so).....no restrictions as long as its got something to do with poetry! So, what are you waiting for??? Get started.....
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One of my favourites - Samuel Taylor Coleridge's Kubla KhanIn Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me
That with music loud and long
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
@Shreeya Yeah one of my favourites too....beautiful poem!!
Well, love poems are not my thing but once in a blue moon doesn't hurt, right? All the while you've been here,
there's been someone who was there,
to listen with bated breath, and hang on to each word of yours,
you might not have noticed but somebody cared of course.
Content to listen to whatever you might have to say,
cherishing each and every word that came her way.
On her every heartbeat your name was etched,
but happiness was not destined for the poor wretch.
She wanted you with every shard of her being,
without you, existence for her had no meaning.
But before she could fly fate chopped her wings,
and left her a shattered mess, the poor thing.
nice poem..everytime I read it..I feel that I am reading it for the first time..it has that freshness you see..
Okay i had nothing to do today(bunked college yet again) and i was sitting in the park when this one just came to me.THE DOVE
The soaring sky beheld a sight,
Far above any mortal's might.
In the blue expanse stretching above,
I sighted a sweet little dove.
Symbol of peace flying carefree,
Perching from tree to tree.
There it was, spreading the message of love,
In this unruly world the sweet little dove.
Its fearless flight spoke louder than words,
That wars and violence are absurd.
It loved its freedom far above,
And tried to guard it, the sweet little dove.
Soon it disappeared from sight,
Gone someplace else to stop a fight.
Mankind might not heed its message of love,
But it didn't give up, the sweet little dove.
Mod
I am not into poetry, but enjoyed this one
One of my all-time favourites:
O me! O life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill'd with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I,
and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the
struggle ever renew'd,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see
around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring--What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here--that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
O me! O life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill'd with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I,
and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the
struggle ever renew'd,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see
around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring--What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here--that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
@Cincinnatusc Dats a nice one. Whose is it?
Walt Whitman, one of the most-underrated poets of all-time
Oh he's the guy who wrote i sit and look, right? I loved dat one!
Okay, i hadn't read this one but it's good....
I didn't write this one, but i just love this poem, someone i know wrote this.I remember the night, beneath the dark starry sky,
The first time i said hello and you said hi,
That's when you cast the spell i think,
coz that's when i felt something filling me up to the brink,
something warm and cozy, my whole body tingled,
and somehow overhead the stars more brightly twinkled!
Somehow you were music and everything else was noise,
Princess, there's something about your voice.....
And angels i've heard do sometimes converse,
while on divine chores through existence they traverse.
And i've never yet, chanced to come across one,
But i'm sure compared to you she'd sound a simpleton.
I look at the heavens, and wonder there must be something that i'd got right,
coz when i call you and we talk long into the night,
i thank the gods for this gift and rejoice,
Princess, there's something about your voice.....
When you speak i'm reminded of the rains,
And the mountains and a brook flowing on the plains,
and like the tremble of a leaf caught in a breeze,
I feel a jiggle in my chest and my heart does freeze!
And O! Who can blame me, Him i call upon,
Come defy my actions, tell me if i'm wrong!
How can i not fall in love, did i have a choice?
I tell you Princess, there's something about your voice....
How is this one??LET IT BE
At times I also want to quit
I am sick and tired of all this
I try to hold back my tears and sit
silently trying to remember the times of bliss
but it is so hard &; I hate myself for it
No one understands and no one really cares
I want to end it
finish it once and for all
because this life is like several terrible nightmares
Its been enough now I cannot crawl
&; try to reach the deadline which is nowhere near
Its a long race &; my legs are bleeding
I may fall down and never get up I fear
She - the unfaithfulness is feeding
eating my flesh, my soul
Drowning me in the burden of things
over which I have no control
I am no fairy I have no wings
why does she expect so much from me
I am just what I am
Why does'nt she let it be...
@Akansha thnx..yaaa...I wrote it myself..
Cool!! It's great!! Ur in the 10th std?
hey i never noticed we had a poets thread too. well, it's k! i recently sent my poems for publishing at rupa & co, and pitsbury, i don't know what will happen! i m SCARED!
neways, i'll post my poems here! read em and honestly respond
Confused DualityI opened my eyes, Oh! There was light!
I closed them back, Darkness…
This is the world we live in,
Bright Faces, Dark Spines.
Dual Faces of the same coin, this world.
They say, “Hey! I’m your friend, don’t expect me to do anything wrong!”
It means that HE is the one to be doubted at, First.
Throng Joins, when I am cheered;
Sad: their tongues are spears!
They smile to Console my grief. Actually,
They smile AT my grief!
My rivals clap when I win, they smile, they laugh;
At my back, they call me an Unworthy Star.
Jealousy, Hatred, Duality are their prowess.
I’m ill, I tell my Dual Friends;
They say, “Get well soon!” I know what it means:
‘Get well soon in near future! Let us eat your sweet in your absence!’
They pat on my back when I win,
They actually are letting their frustrations out that they Lost.
Their lives, A joke themselves!
They say, “I love to do this!” even when they hate it the most!
Why do you malign your tongue with a lie then?
“We didn’t want to lose any opportunity.” Oh Lord!!!
I look at a lover, confused about the trueness of his Love;
I look at a teacher, pondering whether she really wanted to be so;
I look at a lawyer, frustrated supporting Lies.
“Get well soon” I say to you all, “Get well soon before it’s too late.”
As I can see, if it goes this way:
I would look at a world, confused, whether to Live or to Die…
Mod
Good luck, Prerak
hey akanksha, did you receive my mail?
Prerak n Akanksha, Can you guys try to re-organize this folder, i mean create separate threads for poems written by you and poems by other writers!
but aditya, this is for anyone who writes poems. ok il create a folder for self written poems and anthr one for published poems by famous poets!
Fallen Angels A child is born into a family,
He is raised into a being;
He is taught to respect his elders,
And is given the gifts of lineal things.
Morals and values are poured into him,
Hoping that the child might grown honest;
But on the very next day of this cruel world,
The parents themselves teach to bribe the tests.
The child, growing into the aura of protection,
Learns to live in his own world;
A world that he creates out of his teachings,
A world that is not so curled.
The child learns the tales of fairies,
And is allowed to live in dreams;
But the harsh fall that he endures,
Kills his zeal due to his crushed dreams.
The sudden fall the he endures,
Out of the total peaceful silence;
Its sound almost deafens his mind,
And the worldly insomnia grips his lands.
He created some idols,
Some angels, that guarded his soul;
But the fall of his heart,
Caused even his angels to fall.
Learnt to keep the promises,
As his parents always say.
The very next day he reads these lines:
‘Welcome to reality, promises are broken everyday!’
How loudly his heart moans,
The very first time its angels fall;
Some learn to keep the moan inside,
And some fail to grow again tall.
Parents are our protectors, they say,
How true, my heart yearns to say!
The very next instant my dream is crushed,
When I read a mother throw his infant into hay!
Whom to trust, the soul screams,
But no one to hear its call;
And so the scream is answered its point,
That there is darkness around us all.
A child is born into a family,
He is raised into a being;
He is taught to respect his elders,
And is given the gifts of lineal things! Ha!
Standing in this boulevard of broken statuettes,
I ask each idol the reason of its fall,
They say to me with a smile so pleasant,
“Don’t worry, we were always meant to fall……”
—Angels are fallen everyday! They are the idols that a man creates for himself, but the angels themselves turn out to be a devil in this modern world. And the one who moans for it is named weak, and the one who accept the devil to the angel, is crowned by this world! Wake up! O souls of this world! Or one day, every corner would be the grave of an angel that always falls! Wake up…………because a pebble dropped in a pool, make ripples to the furthest shore!
For someone very special, hope she'll forgive me!!!
Life has no purpose,
Hearts fall apart.
Words have no meaning,
Life does not take part.
Souls die, needing,
Sounds aren't worth hearing.
Spirits are in hiding,
Touch has no feeling.
Whispers aren't silent,
Eyes can only cry,
smiles are forbidden,
without you,
I SHALL DIE.......
Life has no purpose,
Hearts fall apart.
Words have no meaning,
Life does not take part.
Souls die, needing,
Sounds aren't worth hearing.
Spirits are in hiding,
Touch has no feeling.
Whispers aren't silent,
Eyes can only cry,
smiles are forbidden,
without you,
I SHALL DIE.......
Thanks Prerak, btw i am reading ur prologue.....so far so good....
Kay....soon enuf....hey that fallen angels was gud!!
thanx, i was just irritated one day and i started to hit my keyboard with whatever came in my mind!!
Ha ha.....i know, i tend to write better when i'm mad!
okay now here's one that i wrote when i saw my cousin was depressed when he didnt get into IIT JEE
The Fear of DreamsThe noose was set,
He had awakened at five in the morning;
The chirps of the birds were no relief,
He had to sleep forever now, as he was drowning.
He closed his eyes,
And a tear escaped his eyes,
The air felt stale to him, he was irritated;
Ending himself was the only way; he sighs.
A flash of the past years,
Pierced his imagination like a needle;
Time, he thought, he has wasted it all,
And now the time would Waste him.
He dreamed, his biggest mistake,
A dream to flourish, to reach the zenith;
He had fallen below earth now,
He couldn’t dig out; the clock ticks and ticks and ticks...
He wants to scream in the sea,
He finds his voice lost among the waves;
To the sides as he sees,
The already dead are there with their ‘waves’!
“Let’s end it all,
Rather than rowing to the shore,” the clock ticks;
He hangs himself by the roof,
I Quit! I Quit! I Quit!
I ask myself, Is this the end?
No, a voice calls from above,
I ask, if I should dream?
Yes, the voice replies from above.
Why to dream, I ask again,
When it is going to be crushed?
That is why you ought to dream,
The voice replies from above.
I am confused, as to what it means,
It explains to me in end;
The secret of the life is to fall seven times,
But to get up at eighth and again.
HE tests us all, by making us dream,
But then he crushes the same,
So that the man can understand the truth,
“WHAT TRUTH!” I shout at the Rains.
A silent reply, from above,
Gives the falling waters,
We fall and fall like drops of water,
To rise up again for better.
A dream crushed, is never the end,
Rather it is the beginning;
To dream again, with greater force,
This time, with a better understanding.
I am ready to fall, with this I dream,
But to rise up again is my aim;
As one day, I know, he would grant me how,
I am destined to freely rain…
I won’t Quit, like the rest like me,
My life is not a Joke!
If this dream could not fulfill,
Maybe I am awaited by a better shore…
Nice one Prerak.
@Akanksha Well, excellent as ever.
@Akanksha Well, excellent as ever.
Hey guys! I am new here. Glad to discover goodreads. I too write occasionally. here is one of my turnsDeeds of deathly dexterity
Quiet! cry she must, disturb her not,
the benighted sun is down, and the moon creeps
teeth chattering and swollen tongue
she stares at the shattered totem
The night is awake for sussurations
and reducts the incarnate with a slight sharp tap
the night spikes its drink with mercury
and risibly raises a toast to its proclivities
The incarnate sups his ale with hopes of salvation
and foils his foible of salvation.
Quiet! For he broke when he woke
the intangible immutables that he spoke
Soiled and roiled, the totem spoke in melancholy
This ale! This ale! Oh it tastes like divinity!
And sixteen years to the grave, he was found
With tongue swollen, and a parchment of civility
And it read! And it read! “The ale was hearty,
but i oh i was meant not for intoxication,
rather, the slight swound of everyday enervation”
You tell me not to feel so sad,
but then i go and cry.
you tell me "keep your chin up"
but i feel i could die. The worst day of my life was
when i made that choice
i need to feel you hold me
i need to hear your voice
can you hear me softly calling?
Can you taste my sour tears?
Do you know how much i love you?
Do you know my biggest fears?
I'm afraid you still don't love me,
i'm afraid you won't return,
i'm afraid to show my feelings,
i have this inner burn.
The inferno of my sadness,
they're the fires of death,
they burn deep within me
and pierce my every breath.
I Wish you would stay with me,
please don't go away,
i need to know you love me
and i need for you to stay.
I'll love you for all eternity,
i'll love you for all time,
please stay in my arms.
Again....just, please be mine.
Now i know you're gone for good,
you're never coming back.
Now i see i've been replaced,
you haven't lost your knack.
You took away my heart and soul
and now i fear i'll die,
i need for you to come back dear,
i need for you to say,
"i told you i'd be yours forever and i love you till today."
but then i go and cry.
you tell me "keep your chin up"
but i feel i could die. The worst day of my life was
when i made that choice
i need to feel you hold me
i need to hear your voice
can you hear me softly calling?
Can you taste my sour tears?
Do you know how much i love you?
Do you know my biggest fears?
I'm afraid you still don't love me,
i'm afraid you won't return,
i'm afraid to show my feelings,
i have this inner burn.
The inferno of my sadness,
they're the fires of death,
they burn deep within me
and pierce my every breath.
I Wish you would stay with me,
please don't go away,
i need to know you love me
and i need for you to stay.
I'll love you for all eternity,
i'll love you for all time,
please stay in my arms.
Again....just, please be mine.
Now i know you're gone for good,
you're never coming back.
Now i see i've been replaced,
you haven't lost your knack.
You took away my heart and soul
and now i fear i'll die,
i need for you to come back dear,
i need for you to say,
"i told you i'd be yours forever and i love you till today."
I think about you day and night,
I wonder how i let you get away.
You mean so much, i need your touch.
I need to know you're here, so that i can hold you near.
Late at night i sit and cry,
I just ask myself why.
I made you mad, i made you sad.
Now i'm lonely without you, i need you bad.
Back then, together we used to walk,
Now that we're separated, we don't even talk.
I made you confused, i made you blue.
But baby my world does not turn without you.
We had our stupid little fights,
But we worked them out to make it right.
Everything we said and talked about is gone,
I know what i did was not right, it was wrong.
I should've never let you go, i need you by my side.
I took a wrong turn, now i'm on a bumpy ride.
I'm trying to get back on the track,
Maybe i'll get lucky and get you back.
I called you my baby and it was our little joke,
And then we broke up and our dreams together blew up in smoke.
If we are meant to be, it is called fate,
All my time's for you, so i will wait.
I Know your friends may think i'm a bad guy,
But deep down inside, i will not lie.
I love you with my whole heart,
I hope we stay together forever and never grow apart.
I wonder how i let you get away.
You mean so much, i need your touch.
I need to know you're here, so that i can hold you near.
Late at night i sit and cry,
I just ask myself why.
I made you mad, i made you sad.
Now i'm lonely without you, i need you bad.
Back then, together we used to walk,
Now that we're separated, we don't even talk.
I made you confused, i made you blue.
But baby my world does not turn without you.
We had our stupid little fights,
But we worked them out to make it right.
Everything we said and talked about is gone,
I know what i did was not right, it was wrong.
I should've never let you go, i need you by my side.
I took a wrong turn, now i'm on a bumpy ride.
I'm trying to get back on the track,
Maybe i'll get lucky and get you back.
I called you my baby and it was our little joke,
And then we broke up and our dreams together blew up in smoke.
If we are meant to be, it is called fate,
All my time's for you, so i will wait.
I Know your friends may think i'm a bad guy,
But deep down inside, i will not lie.
I love you with my whole heart,
I hope we stay together forever and never grow apart.
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