by Sandip Goswami |
Categories:
confusion, deep, humanity, inspirational, philosophy, psychological, world,
We are learning lessons.
But why?
We don't know!
We are visiting holy places.
But why?
We don't know!
We are reading holybooks.
But why?
We don't know!
We are writing poetry.
But why?
We don't know!
We are making atomic weapons.
But why?
We don't know!
We are falling in love.
But why?
We don't know!
We are living in the world.
But why?
We don't know!
We are thinking thoughts.
But why?
We don't know!
We are human beings.
But why?
We don't know!
We know nothing about life,
Although we are conscious people.
'Why' is an unanswered adverb in our life..
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories:
imagery, love, moon,
ripples of water torture accepted
the wrinkle of time descending
mannahly marantic romance
torticollis dribs and drabs of syringe
honey’d seeds remain; cakes fade away
dawn will erase; placidity will forget
but the depths release their seamonsters
reflected in the honeymoon, between palms
with firework stars overhead; eternal bliss
9/25/2020
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Impact and Metaphors Poetry Contest
*mannahly - mannah turned into an adverb
by Stephe Watson |
Categories:
hyperbole, language, love, onomatopoeia, poetess, romantic love, word play,
Heart’s Love Speech
My girl (archaic)
has my raincoat.
And I...
Well, I (adverb)...
have never been so -
Happy (pronoun)
to sit outside,
pondside,
in the rain (verb).
Just me and (subordinating conjunction) Basho (pronoun) (archaic).
Drenched,
smiling (preposition)...
I’ve all but - “Yauoooosh!” (interjection) jumped in.
by John Chizoba Vincent |
Categories:
africa, age, art,
FIGURES OF MY LOVE
No one recognises when love begins
But we know when it ends
A flower cannot blossom without a sunshine
And men cannot live without love
So in the nouns of my heart I love you
Through the verb of my love I cherish you
But the adverb of my love will multiply audibly
In the adjective of my wisdown I beautify you amicably
Prepositioned the thought of my heart for good
In the conjuction between love and hatred
Through the pronoun of two beings
We will fly higher so that they exclaimed
What love is to those in the dark side
On that day of our love, beautiful virgins will faints
On seeing the colourful love English we've made.
by Constance La France |
Categories:
dream, fantasy, silence,
Seeking silence and fantasy
Only then am I set free
Love to float and find dreams
In sweet rhapsody
To drift deeply
Undisturbed
Detached
Eft
_______________________
October 10, 2015
Poetry/Acrostic/Solitude
Copyright Protected, ID 10-7159-72-10
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Note: Eft - adverb meaning again
by Yorn Called |
Categories:
lost love,
"is this ticket redeemable"
Once I thought that
poems had faces
whose silent plans
offer checkered meditations,
who weave endings
to hope´s beginnings,
whose raw robust smiles
explode in dizzy contemplations,
who unravel strings of time
into quantum fits of rhyme.
Then I saw that
Songs are
A singing
Where I
From my
Self-
Emerge
Unstating myself
(abandoning grammar as
prepositions avoid place)
I say
(failing to claim that time
gave birth to nothing) that my!
“God
(being an adverb)
I missed the boat”
by Obiaje Peter Edigah |
Categories:
death, farewell, funeral, heartbroken, memory, obituary, tribute,
It was said “ good things never last"
Last Last we lost her untimely
It was said “gone too soon"
Soon enough you will live again
Again nothing less of the lessons you've thought will forever live
It was said “painful exit"
Exiting this world was indeed painful
Painful is less of an adverb to qualify the verb ‘pain
It was said “Rest in peace"
Peace that weigh your way to eternal glory
Glory that elude the painful exit
Several testifiers testifies of fervent love
Love exemplified like Tabitha
Tabitha deed never dies hence you shall for ever live Omada.
by Patricia Gibson-Williams |
Categories:
pain,
Prima Facie
adjective
based on the first impression; accepted as correct until proved otherwise.
so i accept
what choice do I have
i'm such a big fan
i love you so much
you are pure art
so i look past the downward glance of your eyes
Prima Facie
adverb
on the first impression
at first
i thought you were beautiful
but it's not
you're not
per se
it's just that you prefer the pain of others
because guilt is a solid replacement for anguish
you like to see me get hit
get struck down
because you can offer a hand down to me
but i cannot climb up to you
and i'm sorry
if my deadweight was too heavy
when you gripped my body after striking me down