The Poem of life - A collection of my poems
A poem is an expression of words through lyrical and rhythmic extraction
I wandered lonely as a cloud...
Everyone has heard about this William Wordsworth poem. The poem has stuck in our minds for years. This is because we resemble ourselves as clouds, the temporary, beautiful, and indomitable creation of nature.
It is often observed that the meaning conveyed through a poem hits stronger than that of a picture, video, or maybe a painting. Be it sad poetry, Hindi poem, short poems, English poem, poetry about life, or anything else, a poem successfully nourishes the soul.
We see ourselves in the little creatures of the poem. In sad poetry, we look up to the character's hollow life and patterns and find similarities. On the other side, in poetry about life, we take up the task of achieving one and all and pass through thick and thin. We resemble the journey of the character and imagine ourselves passing through it, joyously or sorrowfully.
Regardless of its impact, a poem is among the most flourishing pieces of art in the history of mankind. From the times of Ozymandias to the modern poetry age, a poem has made nations and also created revolutions.
Inculcating the influence and the impact of a poem, I, myself have written a few. Taking inspiration from the world and global events, I've put my thoughts, my imagination, and my understanding of things in a lyrical pattern.
Poem: The Man who survived
The poem is about Humans, who in their life step up to everything, moral-immoral, virtue-, vice, and keep their heads up to achieve their goals.
Suddenly all your aspirations come up
you lose all your desire,
the only man who survives
is the man full of fires.
Burning bridges were a part of his past
with dreams, in his mind, he moved ahead,
a man full of hopes and ambitions
in a world of cotton, he was a thread
Every little ray of light
gave him a little faith,
with agony and nugatory in his heart
he crashed his gate
With every action, he loses hope
and stars in his dream began to fall,
it was time for him to come home
and fly later like a cannonball.
Poem: The Dying Light, a poem about life
Wars, Battles, Financial conflicts, and Economical blunders, we've faced it all. Despite the fall of the kingdoms and historical empires, we have not learned about the aftermath of the various catastrophes.
Within ourselves, we’ve lost our way,
From deep valleys to mountains decay
While swimming in the pool of blood and bones,
In the process of giving birth to an enthrone
We’ve forgotten the method of wrong and right,
Its time we see the dying light
The veteran taught us to help others,
We ignored everything with uncertain druthers
The clock ticks and time passes so sharp.
From Beethoven's tune to the Syrian bombard
We’ve forgotten the method of wrong and right,
Its time we see the dying light
Just go ahead with a heart full of pain,
And remember me when times restrain
As the world crumbles to the greed of paper,
We praise a god who was a traitor
We’ve forgotten the method of wrong and right,
Its time we see the dying light
Poem: Old Man's Tale, a poem for humanity
This poem passes through the journey of a man. The man from a young age went in the direction of change, a change for a better world.
As he ages, his mind and soul depart from his body and make him the man who he never was and, never wanted to be. The world changed him, changed in a way he never perceived.
The young man always walked his way,
From mellow gardens to a broken surrey.
The thought which made his body shine bright,
Was to help the world and not just lit a light
He never knew what would happen next,
So he took the path and tried his best.
Every human he met on his way,
Were dancing their tunes or finding a prey
The moment which made his aim go down,
Was when a dumb man got enthroned with a crown.
now the man was old and his body did not support him,
Now all that was left was a pot of ashes waiting to swim
Candles and garlands were placed for the man,
All he ever wanted was to make this world, a simple plan.
Poem: The Perfect Storm
Life at sea is risky. This poem reflects the lives of six-man, who in their vessel-ship, Andrea Gail were lost in the Perfect Storm of 1991. The poem is filled with the uncertainty of life, the hidden adventures, and the never-ending thrill of life.
A place where the waves meet the land
A place where the journey of a sailor ends,
I'll wait for you with a flower in my hand
I'll wait for you till the ship stands
When god cheated and brought the storm
And the water went higher than your scope,
A new sailor in you was born
Who wanted to venture the globe
Alas! You gave a tough fight
Your soul will be trapped in the waters behind,
And your bodies will flow till the sun shines bright
Nobody will forget the day when god was unkind
The eyes that will wait for you will be full of pain
And your last sight to them will be all they ingrain,
They'll wait for you till the day ends
They'll wait for you till the ship stands
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