Tag Archives: big tent poetry

Falling-Floating

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For once,
Admit to yourself,
Love had no meaning
Lack of hate it was,
Interested we were,
Neutralizing insecurities,
Good idea ? Maybe Never.

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Floating

"Afloat" (source unknown)

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From loving “WE”,to
Losing “OUR” self,for
Others’ thoughts;
Attracted to sinking darkness
Tired of searching reason,
I rest in laps of evil,
Nothing to lose any more,
Giving up on you, I float.

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Prompted @ BTP [ Write about a bad idea , write about floating ] , PAD [ write about falling ]

Also submitted to Poets United [ Monsters]

Words I love

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words to read
words to write
words to sing
be it day or night.

Give me a book;
sing me a song.

words of smile
words that cry
words that are
always not so nice.

tell me of your good
share with me your pain.

words of comfort
words of rage
words by fools
or maybe a sage

I know you not i think
but your words know me.

words to love
words to breathe
words remain
as I forever sleep.

You will miss me not
but maybe what I said.

 

Prompted @ Poetry potluck[favorite things] , Big Tent Poetry[Write a poem in which you have to repeat yourself.]

Collection of words for BTP

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Big Tent Poetry gave us seven prompts for the week. I chose the following three to be my muse :

Write an ode to a thing you love in nature.

Petals -
dry , bright;
memories kept safe

Petals -
in books
your treasured touch.

Write an ode to a prized physical object.

books -
I treasure
and gift away.

books -
I receive
are never mine.

These are written in Hay(na)ku form. Hay(na)ku  is a 3-line poem with one word in the first line, two words in the second, and three in the third.

Write a poem about drunkenness.

I drink
amused at myself
I can drink
and be amused
by the drink.

You drink
to amuse
others
who drink
to amuse.

The above is a gogyohka. Traditionally gogyohka is a 5-line poetry where every line stands on its own as a separate line too.

I am sorry

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I am sorry about being sorry
of being forgiven when not asked;
of the depressing gift of the mask
that I wore to hide my wealthy shame;
I am sorry about ever worrying
of the melodious lies you told
of the sour embrace you’d mould
that gave me forever,this disgraceful fame.
I am sorry indeed !

Prompted @ Big Tent Poetry , NaPoWriMo day#5

Submitted to G-Man’s friday flash55

Oxymorons ideas from here

Let’s create time

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The first thought i had when i read today’s March Challenge prompt was “I wish I had abundance of time to do everything I want to do” ..  And then i checked Big Tent Poetry’s Prompt on science and i came up with this poem :

Today we will learn
to create some time;
enough to read ,
lot more to write.
Cut procrastination to nil
add free flow of passion,
mix it with some focus
the special kind that’s hard
and one which doesnt lose charm.
Keep your self in sunlight
and move yourself around
till fresh ideas simmer
and force themselves aloud.
Observe , notice and connect,
Read , ideate , read more and rest
stir it with a soft pencil
or your pet colored pen,
create time , create abundance of it
its all in your hands,not magic dear friend.

Pages from my mind

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Read, think,
re-read aloud,
till the words
i talk about
take new roots
in your head,
till some idea
goes with you
even after the end….

 

Inspired from Big Tent Poetry :

This week, contemplate your canon (not your navel).  Come up with 10 potential titles for your newest/5th/yet-to-be-written manuscript.  Then, from those 10 titles, choose one and write the poem for that title.  Yup.  A little reverse psychology.  Write the title, then write the title poem.

I cooked dinner

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I suddenly wanted to cook,
but not for myself this time
maybe my parents will love it
to have a special meal tonight.

So i picked some recepies i know
and knew well to make them best
and wrote each ingrediant in detail
in case i missed any of it in the end.

I invited my best friend for dinner
no harm in getting an honest opinion
on what i thought is a likeable meal
to be enjoyed well on the whole.

A curry, some lentils , and lot of spices
a special dough for the bread is made
a last minute thought dessert by mom
and i was all set to acknowledge the likes.

Apart from the under cooked curry,
every thing was perfectly done,
and i covered that disappointment of me
but brewing a perfect coffee flavour.

The dinner was fun and lively too
after a long time i showed my skills
and i would have been all so happy
if not for the piles of crckery in the sink.

Prompted @ Big Tent Poetry

Blessed Feet

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Oh God, bless my feet
to move more than a feet
when i need to hit the streets
and not for the culinary treats.

Oh God, bless my feet
to move my lazy bones
out of the comfort zone
and bare the paths of stones.

Oh God, bless my feet
to keep me far away
from places i need not stay
                                                                  at,let temptations be slayed.

Oh God,bless my feet
to stay put when i need
to be grounded by thee
for the promises i did not keep

Image Source

Wriiten for Big Tent Poetry

Also submitted to Poetry Potluck Week 17

Do something

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Do something
Do something you love
Do something you love to do;
Do something you love to do; do it !
Do something you love to do; do it, just for you.
Do something you love to do; do it,without expecting
Do something you love to do; without expecting others
Do something you love,without expecting others to be a part of.
Do something,without expecting others to be a part of that act.
Do something for yourself;And you got a manifesto for happiness.

Prompted @ BigTentPoetry (List Poem) , Sunday Scribling

Knitted Shoes

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Each summer vacations she would come

winters being her time to cater to aches -

feet, heart, joints and maybe the tired soul;

and so she came each may,loaded with love

and the candies, bitter sweet tales from village -

births, deaths, illness, festivals and gossips too.

but what i awaited was her knitting needles

oh what fun it was to see her spin her magic -

in any color i want ; even in more than one.

the first thing she made was the woollen shoes

one toe and four fingers fused into one space -

perfect to fit the heels when i run without sandal.

Each winter a new pair,its tales told next summer

each year a new foot size,and a new age for her -

And then i stopped wearing those shoes anymore.

not that i did not like them as much as a kid

not that i did not feel the cold trouble my toes -

but i just left it without another thought.

She can not travel each summer any more

and i do not go to meet her as regularly

but my granny still knits – for my kids maybe.

Written for Big Tent Poetry as inspired fromthe image at  Referential Magazine.

Also submitted to Months of the year challenge – May

and Sunday Scriblings [May]

Music

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Not always you need words
to express what you feel;
listen to the wordless music
if you do not yet believe.

Let music lead you
to the harmonious world
of beats, rythm and notes,
not always you need words.

trust not just what you hear
imagine even the unreal
ignore not when music talks
to express what you feel.

Words have their instant charm
but it can be attimes misleading
best way to feed your soul is,
listen to the wordless music.

Words have their instant charm
but trust not just what you hear
Let music lead you once,
if you do not yet beleive.

This is a cascade poetry where the lines of first stanza appear as last lines of consecutive stanza. So every cascade poem has the number of stanza as N + 1 where N = number of lines in first stanza.
I have further added a variation to this by repeating even the first lines of all stanza to make the last one

Prompted @ Big Tent Poetry.
Submitted to Z to A challenge – M

Also submitted to Poetry Potluck

Remembering an angel

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Those purple framed glasses,
she wore as a challenge to school,
It was then I saw her first, being scolded,
and thought, her glossy hair looked cool.

The staircase where she sat with her gang,
talking to all who climbed up and down
the bitter whispers from the envious girls
equaled the drooping stare of guys around.

I was her pet doll in her final years
protected, loved and mentored upon
it was a rare privilege people would tell
and i valued her presence as my gourd.

There is no day when i miss her not
or feel her words of caution in my head
And also the one last kiss on my cheeks
just hours before she was found dead.

some say she was killed out of rage
some say she did it on her own,
only I know that neither is the case
she was my angel, she just returned home.

Prompted @ Big Tent Poetry

Love – yours and mine

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We are each the love of someone’s life
Just am not in yours; nor you in mine.
I lie not when i say i wish this was true
’cause i loved you,but never realized !

’cause i loved you,but never realized !
until i saw you as love of someone’s life
I lie not when i say am happy for you
i don’t deserve your love,nor you mine.

i don’t deserve your love,nor you mine
I lie not when i say,quite late i realized
am happy,of my love,none ever had cue,
i fear i would have lost your friendship too.

i now fear to lose your friendship in life.
I lie not when i say,quite late i realized
We are each the love of someone’s life
I was never yours,you are one of mine.

Prompted @ Carry on Tuesday , where the prompt was to use the opening of The Confessions of Max Tivoli by Andrew Sean Greer, 2004 in your post.

Also Submitted to Big Tent Poetry.

Guilty Pride

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I Step out of “ME”
tampered ego looms large
over forgiveness of heart -

Logic engulfs “MY thoughts”
now am done acting my part
a new chapter i wish to start;

i prepare for a war with “MYSELF”
fears and tears both now imminent
and still, a new pride i sense.

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Prompted @ 3 word Wednesday (words) and Big Tent Poetry (theme)

Monday Prompt at BTP was : You may have to take a few steps and actually move outside your comfort zone. Do something different. Do something you haven’t done in awhile.

And i chose to question my love for few people.  To see if am valued as much as i should be in not just my world. It was a pain yet i liked it.

Also Submitted to fridayFlash55

Goodbye

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Farewell time.till next time we meet.And it would not be not more than a week away.On cross roads we stand, facing each other : our trains will come from opposite directions, and go opposite ways. Last Wave of hand, last smile, the wait evident in the eyes, blurred image of trains crossing each other, soon trees are all i see passing by – A new journey.


The end is near now
Forces collide;cosmos are in chaos
silently we stare each other

This is a Haibun poetry form, Prompted at Big Tent Poetry

Read More Haibun here