The Unbeliever

He sleeps on the top of a mast. - Bunyan He sleeps on the top of a mast with his eyes fast closed. The sails fall away below him like the sheets of his bed, leaving out in the air of the night the sleeper's head. Asleep he was transported there,

Introspection In Anaphora

The Owner of the entire known and unknown universe The Owner of each point and cell of all creations, creatures The Owner of all the beings seen, unseen, small and large The Owner of all the unseen souls here and there; The Owner of all the things everywhere small and large The Owner of all the molecules in the compound elements The Owner of all the atoms in the fundamental elements With electrons, protons, neutrons and all other particles;

Happy New Year To Dear Poem Hunter Friends..

Happy new year to you all.. Leave alone the degrees of its variation. Happy new year to you Because you are all dear to me. Happy new year to Ms Valsa George the silent performer, Happy new year to Ms Daine Hine the rare observer, Happy new year to Mr Unwriiten Soul the re collector, Happy new year to Mr Tirupathi Chandrupatla the all rounder.

For Louis Pasteur

How shall a generation know its story If it will know no other? When, among The scoffers at the Institute, Pasteur Heard one deny the cause of child-birth fever, Indignantly he drew upon the blackboard, For all to see, the Streptococcus chain. His mind was like Odysseus and Plato Exploring a new cosmos in the old As if he wrote a poem--his enemy Suffering, disease, and death, the battleground

Symptoms

Although you have given me a stomach upset, Weak knees, a lurching heart, a fuzzy brain, A high-pitched laugh, a monumental phone bill, A feeling of unworthiness, sharp pain When you are somewhere else, a guilty conscience, A longing, and a dread of what’s in store, A pulse rate for the Guinness Book of Records - Life now is better than it was before. Although you have given me a raging temper,

Introspection

If you go deep Into the heart What do you find there? Fear, fear, Fear of the jaws of the rock, Fear of the teeth and splinters of iron that tear Flesh from the bone, and the moist Blood, running unfelt From the wound, and the hand Suddenly moist and red.

A Dead End

Though I have reached to the dead end Still I wish my feelings to be known and be sent It may, otherwise, remain as closely guarded No one may come to know how much I have succeeded I clearly see the opposite side of the river Boat is in midway and I am down with fever I fear it may capsize and never reach to the bank I must admit it all and be honest and frank

O! Poets!

O! Poets! , the custodians of the truthful race, Explore the field of virtue and grace. Possessives are not used for better words of praise, For modesty is your robe and lace. Introspection is your master key, To intrude on earth as honey bee. Intuition is your great treasure,

cloud Never Hides The Moon

As sky waits to lap up the blue moon in its crown the shadow still expands by the rolling the clouds where each speckle of the wind mimes the blue moment of the time bespeaks in its tone of truth yet not befalling when bemoaned by the ridges even not unnerved by the rigid reeks of ruse still hope persists by its own tune as attuned the sunny day comes after the stormy night

Ghazal In English "Have You Seen? "

Who says that we both are not together Sky meets the earth, Have you seen? Who says meeting of eyes unites the heart Dreams meet the reality, Have you seen? Who says they are happy, if together in the photo frame Mouse playing with cat, Have you seen? After several efforts, the hopes often die down

Introspection (The Curse Of)

Too much may make one mad (yet, too little can be as bad) . The more that you think (and think and think) the more you forget to wash - - you stink! So, look into your heart sometime, but don't forget life's more than a Rhyme - - or Reason may finally desert you and your kinfolk may act to hurt you. A Sort of Moral:

as The Moments By The Time

as I wait to see the blue moon the shadow still expands by the clouds where each speckle of the wind mimes me the moment of the time in its tone of truth yet not befalling when bemoaned even not unnerved by the reeks of rune still hope persists by its own tunes as the day comes yet after the stormy night

Introspection!

What is life and what are its limits? When someone ponders, they consider them as philosophers. When life sucks all emotions and throws in disdain, remains naught Except ideas and imaginations, they consider them as poets. To reach the ultimate destination, they surrender to the fate When only time reveals, they consider them as saints. Look deep in the mirror and search within,

! This Poem..

This poem was about to speak to you assuming that there is a you right there and now but hesitated, a little unsure of itself this poem though all ready to be a bouncy, Tiggerish, extravert sort of poem is going instead to take a quiet moment for

Savita Tyagi

Successful legendary poetess she is, Aroma of her poems motivates readers, Visage of her is very poetic in joy, Introspection power of her is high, Tenuto of her poems is in infinity, Accolade she has gained given by all. Talent of writing and review adore, Yearlong she does right perseverance, Ascending ahead she is victorious lady,

String Of Love

The dancing dewdrop on the leave, Through the prism of the first sunshine The sweet notes of cuckoo and lyre And the drifting water from the waterfall The scream of eagle echoing through the valley The quack of the duck rippling in the pond The gobble of the turkey in the meadow Introspection needed, if it doesn't touch your heartstrings

October Leaves

As I look out upon October leaves And brown grass weathered by the Autumn sun I see the shafts of light a bare branch cleaves And so much of creation now undone I feel the sorrow of a world defeated And wonder if my life reflects the same Cycle of life's consciousness depleted Like a picture that has fallen from its frame

Wordplay With Marshmallows

Some days are meant for marshmallows Such light and puffy stuff Time for tossing words about For phenomenal fun with fluff Infinite interludes for introspection Imbue innumerable another day However a taste for marshmallows Suddenly insinuated itself today No harm ensues from marshmallows

! Not Quite Myself

A broken night; breakfast-table phrases assembled for a touch of sympathy: ‘don’t ask…! ’ ‘bit out of sorts…’ ‘haven’t really got going yet…’ ‘not quite myself…’ a familiar unpleasantness, discomfort, restlessness, unease – something’s got it in for me, but what, and why? but today it’s worse than that..

God's Inspiration

I had stumbled and fallen Into the pit of despair With total darkness all around me Unable to see the guiding light Breaking into a cold sweat I was unable to move Thought processes had ceased Paralyzing fear Time had calmly eased the pain