MONDAY RAMBLINGS OF A POET Love is the panacea for loneliness, Love for self in its entirety, Cause without self love you could be alone in the company of friends, Like a fish in water dying of thirst.
Absolution is the soul's means of reining in its demons, So it don't get overwhelmed by guilt; the burden of having a conscience.
Contentment assassinates ambition, The truly ambitious is never satisfied, The truly content is almost never great, But it is said that contentment is the key to happiness, So pick your poison wisely.
Faith is like a medicine That soothes the achings of the soul, Makes life's hardship bearable, Gives you something to hold unto, Real or not? You be the judge.
Loyalty is the most noble of emotions, It makes men unselfishly die for their country, A country that is basically a collection of strangers, Strangers that may never remember their sacrifice.
ABC poem contains five lines. Here I have written 4 ABC poems plus a one within the 4, the lines taken out of the last sentence of each. Since six is my favourite number I have written 6 ABC poems. I had to use certain difficult lexicons to emphasize what I wished, topics varying from death, life, adulthood, old-age, nature, humanity. Therefore attaching a glossary at the end.
Here I used lyrics from the song, Soulmates not meant to be, by Jess Benko "Stranger who knows all my secrets" ------x-----
Autumn musters a ripple over Branches tainted with a voracity for love Cerulean skies through the slight canopy Dainty petals falling down /Utilitarian; your vows, mother nature, calls me/
Errare humanum est Forgiveness is key to self-aid Given to you consistently, moments are your eternal gifts made Hope wrapped around it with a tangerine aftertaste of regrets /Valiant is your heart and soul, filling them with admiration for you/
Juvenescent the mind becomes when the body turns Emeritus of life; Kindness can do wonders unknown; Love can heal scars unseen, Memories etched with nothingness blend of everything returns adagio; /Wondering, whether life was worth a shot?/
Nights are the calmness followed by a storm when Obdurate hearts unite two lovers; Perambulating through space and time Qualms of breathlessness melting into sangfroid /Xystus of flowers we walk on, leaving behind a xylograph carved with our initials/
Rusted with wrinkles and splashed with youth "Stranger who knows all my secrets" and who is my everything Taciturn we stand under the starry night /Yearning we'll immortalize into packets of letters untouched for years/ //Zestful we fall into the arms of each other and death silently//
•Utilitarian: relating to utilitarianism •Utilitarianism: Utilitarianism is a theory of morality, which advocates actions that foster happiness or pleasure and opposes actions that cause unhappiness or harm. •Errare humanum est: To err is human, to persist in error is diabolical.' •Juvenescent: becoming or being young or youthful •Emeritus: latin for veteran •Adagio: slowly •Obdurate: stubborn •Xystus: a garden walk or terrace •Xylograph: an engraving in wood •Qualms: a momentary faint or sick feeling. •Sangfroid: calmness under chaos •Taciturn: saying little
@tengoku@dandelions I wanted to tag Ananya but saw you both exchanged your usernames. So tagging you both. XD
@colourfulgreys you're the inspiration. I love your write-ups. Plus the topics you write on. @say_me_krish might seem similar to yours but I wrote this before I read yours XD
Once upon a time my young heart Was a blooming red rose bud Sun glowed on me with adoration Moon cherished me with love Rain showered me in light drizzles Snow flakes touched me so softly Universe awaited me blooming in All the beauty and blessed nature And I did too that cold moonlight Night in the snowy December days
"What a perfect flower, so so lovely" I heard the voice whisper one night A butterfly ? Who could that be ? Who comes to my garden at this hour ?
Its him, a naughty butterfly he is Pretending to be in love with me Plucking all my pretty flowers And drinking all of my necter From my sweet sweet heart and Later leaving me alone in the night And my flowers he crushed and Stomped on the pieces of my heart Once in a while he passes through My garden, asks me in fake pretence, " Hey, how are you ? Still believe ? Still dreaming ? Of course you are... No one keeps safe of crushed flowers ! "
I wanted to say, " Yes I do believe ! If only you weren't the one I bloomed for I would have been treasured in a heart That knows to safe keep an innocent love "
But I never replied, why would I ? He never deserved an answer Go away from my garden forever Never return, for you are a trespasser
I was a flower and he was a snake As soon as my sweetness faded He shed his skin that I adored so much He matured, his mind changed He changed, it's logic and reason he said Maybe my tears never mattered I wish my heart never shattered