Submissions by KDAmB
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just a passer-by. Not a poet.
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Apr 2017 1:02am
14th Apr 2017 1:02am
it
it'
ɪt/
pronoun
pronoun: it
1.
used to refer to a thing previously mentioned or easily identified.
this first definition in the dictionary
is perhaps the most inexact
that's my view
how can we forget
we use it to describe the indescribable?
to be noted is the fact
we use that particular pronoun
as adjective
to describe/narrate/convey the thing
that cannot be put in words
the feeling, the quality about
someone we hold dear
for me ...
ɪt/
pronoun
pronoun: it
1.
used to refer to a thing previously mentioned or easily identified.
this first definition in the dictionary
is perhaps the most inexact
that's my view
how can we forget
we use it to describe the indescribable?
to be noted is the fact
we use that particular pronoun
as adjective
to describe/narrate/convey the thing
that cannot be put in words
the feeling, the quality about
someone we hold dear
for me ...
747 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Apr 2017 4:07pm
8th Apr 2017 4:07pm
Conversation: A wise tiger (Jade-Pandora) & a chirpy bird (KDAmB)
Conversation: A wise tiger (Jade-Pandora) & a chirpy bird (KDAmB)
From the six word challenge collaboration with my endless friend KDAmB!
(Me in regular font, Jadey in italisized font)
mature should not
automatically mean old
I sure feel old right now
old indeed
is pure solid gold!
then surely
I'm a rich woman
who's ever denied
that very fact?
the midst of
my own storm
storms come storms go
you remain
my storm is ...
From the six word challenge collaboration with my endless friend KDAmB!
(Me in regular font, Jadey in italisized font)
mature should not
automatically mean old
I sure feel old right now
old indeed
is pure solid gold!
then surely
I'm a rich woman
who's ever denied
that very fact?
the midst of
my own storm
storms come storms go
you remain
my storm is ...
807 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2017 2:42pm
7th Apr 2017 2:42pm
Ordinary is a blessing
they say
the boughs that bear most hang lowest
you only see the fruit hanging low
never think of the stress on the arched back
trust me
ordinary is a blessing
no it is neither a case
of ungrateful
nor of the insatiable human nature
but an observation
just look
at any gifted
creative genius
struggling at
not fitting in
flawed is not for humans
it is a term for objects
for humans are simply
humans
with all their inherent 'qualities'
so to expect a...
the boughs that bear most hang lowest
you only see the fruit hanging low
never think of the stress on the arched back
trust me
ordinary is a blessing
no it is neither a case
of ungrateful
nor of the insatiable human nature
but an observation
just look
at any gifted
creative genius
struggling at
not fitting in
flawed is not for humans
it is a term for objects
for humans are simply
humans
with all their inherent 'qualities'
so to expect a...
1015 reads
23 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2017 2:52pm
2nd Apr 2017 2:52pm
do not accuse me of poetry
..and they said that
i wrote a poem
for her
they couldn't be more deluded
for starters i am illiterate
and
more important than that
i only said
what i saw
these are
the kind of accusations
that killed many a great philosophers
and (fuck you ego for you may not like to hear it)
i am neither great
nor a philosopher
both these words
pass me by
like an asteroid in Oort cloud
they came accusing me
for painting a picture
in words
too vivid
all i said ...
i wrote a poem
for her
they couldn't be more deluded
for starters i am illiterate
and
more important than that
i only said
what i saw
these are
the kind of accusations
that killed many a great philosophers
and (fuck you ego for you may not like to hear it)
i am neither great
nor a philosopher
both these words
pass me by
like an asteroid in Oort cloud
they came accusing me
for painting a picture
in words
too vivid
all i said ...
1005 reads
22 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Mar 2017 12:28pm
27th Mar 2017 12:28pm
moment you're free
The moment you stand up to tyranny
is the moment you actually become free
Falling in love with status quo is quite easy
for who doesn't hate chaos, love stability?
Freedom resides within your heart never surrender
You are free no matter how deep a ground you're under!
Live free or die trying? can't be more wrong
dying trying is dying free actually dying strong!
Copyright © KDAmB 2017. All rights reserved.
is the moment you actually become free
Falling in love with status quo is quite easy
for who doesn't hate chaos, love stability?
Freedom resides within your heart never surrender
You are free no matter how deep a ground you're under!
Live free or die trying? can't be more wrong
dying trying is dying free actually dying strong!
Copyright © KDAmB 2017. All rights reserved.
872 reads
13 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
20th Mar 2017 5:16pm
20th Mar 2017 5:16pm
Meghavati
She said
"yes
in the mountains
during winter
covered in heavy fog for days...
a cross between misty rain and fog..
many mornings are like this
Some folks hate...
not this gal
she sits on the front porch
with a cuppa
and
gets bathed in it!! "
Author's Note!
Written By The Title and The Titleholder! © Meghavati! 2017. All rights reserved. Published under ful (presumed)l license/authority! ;-)
"yes
in the mountains
during winter
covered in heavy fog for days...
a cross between misty rain and fog..
many mornings are like this
Some folks hate...
not this gal
she sits on the front porch
with a cuppa
and
gets bathed in it!! "
Author's Note!
Written By The Title and The Titleholder! © Meghavati! 2017. All rights reserved. Published under ful (presumed)l license/authority! ;-)
904 reads
16 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Mar 2017 1:08am
18th Mar 2017 1:08am
Poetry & Art
poetry is art
and all art is poetry
both indeed cheat death
© KDAmB 2017. All rights reserved.
Author's Note: Special thanks and credit to the sage One our friend Ahavati for the correction in L3! :-)
and all art is poetry
both indeed cheat death
© KDAmB 2017. All rights reserved.
Author's Note: Special thanks and credit to the sage One our friend Ahavati for the correction in L3! :-)
931 reads
23 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
17th Mar 2017 6:37am
17th Mar 2017 6:37am
let 'em live- take a break
take the high ground
why stop there
why not take
the whole ground up there?
sick of this high horse
perspective
why can't you just live
and leave others alone
to live
those seeking flowers
will seek 'em out
and get 'em
their own way
no need to shove
a bouquet down their eyes
let 'em discover
let 'em recover
their own way
their own day
and time
poetry
may not be
just 'bout the rhyme
but it surely beckons
seekers
and seek...
why stop there
why not take
the whole ground up there?
sick of this high horse
perspective
why can't you just live
and leave others alone
to live
those seeking flowers
will seek 'em out
and get 'em
their own way
no need to shove
a bouquet down their eyes
let 'em discover
let 'em recover
their own way
their own day
and time
poetry
may not be
just 'bout the rhyme
but it surely beckons
seekers
and seek...
709 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Mar 2017 1:54am
15th Mar 2017 1:54am
If I had a gun
If I had a gun
i'd shoot the following words
without hesitation
or delay
they are me, mine and i
for this man
to have true compassion
this indeed is necessary
I'd replace
the above three
with reference
to self in third
despite the shortness of lenghts
they are love consuming words
reference in third person
indeed has it's beauty
you see your own self
alongside the others
allows you to get
'your' context right
stops pecks of dust
gathering on your heart
in...
i'd shoot the following words
without hesitation
or delay
they are me, mine and i
for this man
to have true compassion
this indeed is necessary
I'd replace
the above three
with reference
to self in third
despite the shortness of lenghts
they are love consuming words
reference in third person
indeed has it's beauty
you see your own self
alongside the others
allows you to get
'your' context right
stops pecks of dust
gathering on your heart
in...
713 reads
20 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Mar 2017 1:39pm
10th Mar 2017 1:39pm
Loneliness
Version1:
loneliness slays
the biggest of beasts
yes
void is a lonely place too
for it is missing its matter
no matter how strong
the gravity it hides
for that missing matter
if
it is not meant to be
then
it is not meant to be
Version 2:
the solitariness butchers
the prodigious of monsters
yes
desolate is an abandoned locale as well
for it is without its medium
regardless...
loneliness slays
the biggest of beasts
yes
void is a lonely place too
for it is missing its matter
no matter how strong
the gravity it hides
for that missing matter
if
it is not meant to be
then
it is not meant to be
Version 2:
the solitariness butchers
the prodigious of monsters
yes
desolate is an abandoned locale as well
for it is without its medium
regardless...
739 reads
14 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2017 2:11am
3rd Mar 2017 2:11am
Home
indeed is where
the heart is
need not be big
need not be small
just a corner
where peace resides
anxiety
subsides
need not be
a place at all
it could be
someone's company
someone's heart
some place virtual
in short
a realm
where you truly
reside and live
© KDAmB 2017. All rights reserved.
the heart is
need not be big
need not be small
just a corner
where peace resides
anxiety
subsides
need not be
a place at all
it could be
someone's company
someone's heart
some place virtual
in short
a realm
where you truly
reside and live
© KDAmB 2017. All rights reserved.
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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24 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2017 4:06pm
2nd Feb 2017 4:06pm
...and just like that!
.. and just like that!
like a snap of a finger
he disappeared
into oblivion
never to be seen
'cept in memories
some melancholic
some
filled with
Hyena laughs
time
is an interesting entity
for it appears
to be sequential
whereas
to many
it is but a patchwork
of past and future
oblivion
is where
time
loses its meaning
and oblivion
is where
he found
peace!
©...
like a snap of a finger
he disappeared
into oblivion
never to be seen
'cept in memories
some melancholic
some
filled with
Hyena laughs
time
is an interesting entity
for it appears
to be sequential
whereas
to many
it is but a patchwork
of past and future
oblivion
is where
time
loses its meaning
and oblivion
is where
he found
peace!
©...
812 reads
20 Comments
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