:-)Hi,

It is the habit of many people to use their leisure in writing poetry. Everyone is not a poet, but the feeling of writing poems can be experienced by anyone.

 

So, let's start a new Poetry Section.......anyone can post his/her poems here.

 

 

Today we are living in a world where the buzz of modernization has led us to breathe polluted air in. I have written a poem (I do not claim it excellent, but have tried my level best) to spread awareness about prevention of pollution and saving our planet.

Save the Environment
How do you feel when your things are damaged
And your house is raided?
Then, why don't you understand
It's important to conserve the air, water and land.
They are your property in every way -
You use them everyday.
If you waste a liter of water each day
It will kill the fishes one day.
If you throw a plastic bag carelessly
It will destroy life too carelessly.
If you liberate smoke and toxic gases into the air
It will cause global warming. So take care.
Conserve your planet and your environment;
Play a part to protect the beauty of natural environment.
Let us take a pledge together -
A tree will be cut never;
Let us plant trees more and more
To save our life and the nature's core.

Cactus

In the middle of the desert, a top a cactus tower
Grows a bud, swelling larger, soon to be a flower

No one but me sees the beauty, of the desert tree
In the blistering sun, only i, foresee the fantasy

In the unforgiving heat, thunder heads spread and grow
Driving rain falls, a rare event, in this land i know

The tower of spines drinks, water stores have been low
Until it is heavy with liquid, should it dare to grow?

Later, when the sun has slid over the low desert hills
Only then does this giant show it's beautiful frills

The buds open, slowly one by one, fragrant and sweet
Growing heavy with nectar, calling night fliers to meet

Their leathery wings, flutter in the icy star light
Their tongues probe the blossoms sweet inner delight

Again and again, they visit, tongues lapping nectars sweet fire
The cactus stands immobile, unable to show its sated desire

When the sun rises on another day hot and much dryer
The cactus blooms enclose the gift, brought by the night flier

The fliers have delivered life, begun anew in the flower
The cactus has given its juices, pure and sweet, atop it's tower

Both have benefited from this exchange, mindless passions sated
Can anyone expect as much, from friends or lovers, we have mated?

Michael Hissom

Here I lurk for lack of what,

maybe something that is not,

or could be something after all,

but if it is it's very small.

To be in error we fear.

The righteous we endear.

Aligned with truth and beauty we endure,

against the horrible and impure.

 

The world waits for our enlightenment...

Or do we wait, to be enlightened by her?

I want a Hand
I want a hand that is not so deceptive as the weather;
I want a hand that is not so light like a feather;
I want a hand that is not as false as stairs of sand;
I want a hand that is not violent like a terrorist band.

I want a hand that is devoid of jealousy and cruelty;
I want a hand that is the true sign of love for humanity;
I want a hand that bears no greed;
I want a hand that supports me in my times of need.

Evolution...

Scattered across the sky, points of light to the naked eye
Fiery orbs of red to blue, storms of violence unimagined to the mind
Magnetic flames caress companions held in gravity’s bond
Creating colors of heat-less flame in the sky

Curtains of light shimmer and race
Evidence of magnetic defense from the companion’s heart
Allowing a strange twist of entropy to multiply, exist and expand
Defiance! Of the law that binds time and space

Order and arrangement, chemical reactions grow more complex
In spite of the necessity to become simple and scattered
Things that move and should not exist,
Mostly their form is no more than specks

Competition spawns in entropy’s mirror
Cooperation magnifies the mirror’s effect
Forming masses of pulsating beings with no sense of time
Neoteny allows the young to steal from the old, that which is superior

Complexity drives the defiance of law
Soon awareness of surrounding space
Drives the increasing awareness of self and others
The more aware leads the less to their maw

While others escape to new spaces the aggressive can’t pursue
Other less mobile forms raise antennae to absorb
All the energy of the glowing light from the sky
Competition is fierce between the motile and those that look to the blue

Competition and cooperation step up the pace
What will grow, multiply, dominate, or die
Soon the liquid that dissolves the chemicals from others
No longer surrounds those that have moved to the surface

The surface is dry most of the time
Requires sex cells to become motile
When the rain comes, unknown and unseen, sex covers the wet earth
Sex cells swim up the trunks of trees allowing growth to dizzying heights

The ones that move will not be left behind in this assault on the land
Hatched in the water but able to walk and slither
Animals join the plants in conquest of the land
Eating not only the tall forms that feed on light but each other as well

Eons pass neoteny makes the grade again and again
Animals revert to their larval forms again to hasten change
Soon warm beings rule the cool dry land
First four legs then two strut out of the forest and across the land

On of these tall neotenic beings walks into the morning sun
His mate and child walk with him
Large brains, opposable thumbs, reach for the ground
Pulling up a flower yellow as the sun
The man holds the yellow sex organ of the plant and sees beauty

His mate smiles, they turn to continue on towards domination of the world

Edited October 6, 20169 yr by Moontanman

Not a science poem, but here's one I wrote. It's called "Somber Life":

 

These days are dreary as the very worst I've known

Somber life, as if the faintest light not shone

Sidewalk pavement gray to match the cloudy sky

Paints of color only shows up black and white

 

Heart's without a bottom, so what comes of it?

Soul replaced with no more than an empty pit

A quiet solipsistic world to promenade

Make a move and never was there much ground made

 

Tired and sleepy, lie in bed and never move

Somber life, you live it, nothing much improves

Singing, laughing, meaning, don't the least come true

How can you love life when life does not love you?

A good poem. +1

Poetry is the common art of thinkers.

I Am

I don’t know from whence I came,
nor how this Universe began.
I care not play the guessing game,
pretending wiser than, I am.

Some theorize it’s all just fate,
while others a divine plan.
But I am not convinced, at date,
that either way will stand.

I can’t say whether I’m heaven sent,
or a peg on the wheel of doom.
But I am certainly not an accident,
Nor will I live a life of gloom.

 

Wake up everyone and enjoy.

Awakening

Gloomy clouds of desperation
billow through a bungled past.
Failed probabilities mangled
from a question left unasked.

Guilt straddles the back of heroes,
distraught over what might have been.
Anxiety contorts the soul,
what was, will never be again.

Hiding deep within the darkness,
cloaked with eons of denial.
A glimmer of serenity
whispers, madness is not final.

The grim prevailing ambiance
is not what it appears to be,
within it exists wisdom that
validates immortality.

What seems solid is but vapor
swirling about an Honesty.
A light long dimmed by fearfulness
and beaded with apostasy.

Press bravely through the inner mist.
Reclaim a wisdom known before.

Light of unconditional love,
resides within you ever more.

 

 

 

Edited October 26, 20214 yr by Goude

Some Little Willie poems, anyone?

Into the family drinking well
Willie pushed his sister Nell.
She's there yet, because it kilt her
Now we'll have to buy a filter.

Little Willie, mean as hell,
Threw his sister in the well.
Said his mother when drawing water,
"Sure is hard to raise a daughter."

Willie saw some dynamite,
Couldn't understand it quite.
Curiosity never pays;
It rained Willie seven days.

https://formalverse.com/2021/03/20/opposing-poems-alexander-pope-and-j-c-squire/

Any Quantum Gravity or String Theory continuations perhaps ?

It's a Cat's life – Perhaps





It's dark inside this little box


in which they say a fatal ray


has perhaps ended my life;


but it's not for me to say.



So do I live or am I dead?


Strange as it seems it's up to you.


I accept you have no choice


although you know what you must do.



“Bring some light into this place


to look and see, Schrödinger said.


"Because until you do as bid


this cat's alive, but also dead.

Shortest poem ever written:

Lines on the Antiquity of Microbes

AKA "Fleas"

by Strickland Gillilan

Adam had'em.

A sky, a beach, sandy & plain,

Vampires hover in the distance,

Bite you they will, fast & sharp,

Take your blood, your very existence.

Your soul doesn't leave, it remains, it pervades,

Dancing through the blanket of energy,

Entwining itself amongst all that could be,

In a calm yet surreal form of synergy.

And so on it goes, life finds a way,

From mountains to oceans, the sky & beyond,

Who knows what's out there,

Is it dangerous, is it blonde?.

So where will life take us,

Will it make us wise & all stronger?

I heard the impossible takes a while...

But miracles take a little longer.

(Sorry to all the blonde people, I needed a word that rhymed).

Abscond respond frond pawned dawned bond pond spawned batoned conned....if any of that's of use?

While I'm here, this is from a 1956 New Yorker, so may be familiar to older members...

Well up beyond the tropostrata

There is a region stark and stellar

Where, on a streak of anti-matter,

Lived Dr. Edward Anti-Teller.

Remote from Fusion’s origin,

He lived unguessed and unawares

With all his anti-kith and kin,

And kept macassars on his chairs.

One morning, idling by the sea,

He spied a tin of monstrous girth

That bore three letters: A.E.C.

Out stepped a visitor from Earth.

Then, shouting gladly o’er the sands,

Met two who in their alien ways

Were like as lentils. Their right hands

Clasped, and the rest was gamma rays.

13 hours ago, TheVat said:

Abscond respond frond pawned dawned bond pond spawned batoned conned....if any of that's of use?

Your words offered are useful, I didn't think about that,

Thanks for the suggestion my fellow poet The Vat,

Abscond, respond, frond, bond, pond, batoned & conned,

Do indeed all rhyme, with the word beyond.

Rhyme they do, work well they would,

Perhaps they could have been said,

But in my haste to write that poem on here,

Those words were not in my head.

And Pawned, dawned & spawned,

Are more of an 'awned' than an 'ond',

And can sound quite similar indeed,

To your wisdom I bow & concede.

Edited November 21Nov 21 by Imagine Everything

19 hours ago, Imagine Everything said:

(Sorry to all the blonde people, I needed a word that rhymed).

Blond?

To spare a hurt to souls too tender

'Tis safe to use the other gender

4 hours ago, Imagine Everything said:

And Pawned, dawned & spawned,

Are more of an 'awned' than an 'ond',

And can sound quite similar indeed,

To your wisdom I bow & concede.

To my ear, pawned and pond sound the same, in American English. FWIW, your line "Who knows what's out there, Is it dangerous, is it blonde?" struck me as pretty funny.

2 hours ago, sethoflagos said:

Blond?

To spare a hurt to souls too tender

'Tis safe to use the other gender

Ha! I've noticed that, despite the French origin, Americans often fail to properly gender their usage and just attach the e to everyone.

We Yanks toss suffixes into a blender,

And often ignore the uses of gender,

When to such neutering we dumbly surrender,

We can't tell a girdle from a suspender.

35 minutes ago, TheVat said:

To my ear, pawned and pond sound the same, in American English. FWIW, your line "Who knows what's out there, Is it dangerous, is it blonde?" struck me as pretty funny.

Thanks @TheVat I'm glad I made you smile. Hopefully it did others too, that's actually why I used that word, it had a nice oddity to me.

I'm English, perhaps our accents make the subtle difference.

Edited November 21Nov 21 by Imagine Everything

1 minute ago, Imagine Everything said:

I'm English, perhaps our accents make the subtle difference.

I think that's correct.

If I'm in Old Blighty,

and the money gets tighty,

and I need anything pawned,

I will be careful how I respond.

Take it or leave it

One over two Pi root L C

equals resonant frequency

The Zero point field where everything jitters,

It's not quite at rest yet glitters & glitters,

Waiting to mix, delete or design,

It pervades right through our endless, nth minded minds,

Does it create, it is our truth,

It somehow vibrated & natural history's the proof?

Whatever the start, the outcome or finish,

We got to live here, we didn't diminish,

We thrived & survived, learnt through our err's,

Maybe one day, we'll have a future off earth.

Maybe a future full of total bliss & glee...?

Who am I kidding, I've come back to reality.

The dawn alights with the hope it might bring,

A new day, a new start, a chance to improve things,

What can we change, what should we do,

I can't answer that question for you,

But as humans we move, through time & through space,

Maybe one day we'll create a better place,

Until then I guess, we can all try a bit harder,

So try to be nice & polite, not riddled with guarder,

Our society seems troubled, fraught with frustration,

Perhaps for now, this is merely the gestation,

So be nice if you can, be cool & show your gums,

Because no matter happens, tomorrow still comes.

The poems I post here are ones I make up, I haven't taken them from anywhere. I'll stop if it seems like I'm hogging or spamming this section. Please let me know if I am.

On from that, here is another I just finished.

@TheVat you might like the ending.

Blonde

It buzzed into life, the virtual pc,

As the captain gave orders & yells with great glee,

Her team all obey, her wish is their life,

Do not mess around with your beautiful wife!

For yes, she was married, to the ship & it's crew,

Their culture allowed it, they thrived & they grew,

And now it was her turn, her turn indeed,

As she viewed all the data the screen did her feed.

Their ship was an old one, strong, tested & tried,

They'd flown it before & yes! no one had died,

Trust it they did, with their lives & elation,

As their ship readied up to leave the space station.

Their ship then undocked & it swayed to & fro,

It's couplings they hissed, spat & twanged, then let go,

Their mysterious host, a blanket of gas & of dust,

Their faces entrenched with curious gust.

Time traveled with them, helping you might say,

For surely without time, would not everything 'decay'?,

Sling shots & comets, rogue planets & stars,

Velocity slowed as they approached a red Mars.

They popped over to Earth, didn't like what they saw,

Too many conflicts, way way too much war...,

So back out they spin, more light years to roam,

A heliosphere to embrace & make home.

On the ship was an alien, stood proud & tall,

She led by example, a captain trusted by all,

Planet X is her home, it's orbit obscene,

It's pastures once graced by a forest of green.

So now her race venture, traverse far & wide,

A future dependant on the crew & their bride,

Their ship is quite scarce, not known for being hoarders,

The crew stood & listened as their captain gave orders,

"Outwards & on through yon stars & beyond",

The captains reflection portrayed her as blonde.

Edited December 9Dec 9 by Imagine Everything