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  109.     

Love Had Never Seemed So Immortal

Food had never seemed better than it did today; when I was profusely famished to the last core of my bedraggled intestines; frantically dithering in dungeons of bizarre starvation,

The valley had never seemed so mesmerizing than it did today; when I found every cranny of my devastatingly monotonous countenance; wholeheartedly breaking free;
from chains of tyrannical deprivation,

Sleep had never seemed so grandiloquent than it did today; when I was indefatigably exhausted to the last bone of my treacherously withering spine; and every beleaguered bone of my body; intransigently refused to go even a step further,

Poetry had never seemed so sparkling than it did today; when I uninhibitedly unveiled the disastrously manipulative arenas of my commercially stringent brain; into a fathomless world of fantasy and tantalizingly never-ending desire,

Fur had never seemed so compassionate than it did today; when I uncontrollably trembled in the desolate chill; with nothing but ungainly solitariness; camouflaging me insidiously from all sides,

Roses had never seemed so exotic than they did today; when I pathetically staggered on every step I alighted; insurmountably asphyxiated by the winds of bizarre bloodshed and satanically vicious lechery,

Tears had never seemed so heartwarming than they did today; when I witnessed my long lost mate in robustly blissful form and resplendently bouncing; after centuries immemorial,

Artistry had never seemed so exquisite than it did today; when I frolicked in the garden of voluptuous enchantment; far away and wholesomely oblivious to the
parasitic vagaries; of this blood sucking planet,

The ocean had never seemed so reinvigorating than it did today; when I voraciously blended each pore of my disdainfully squalid body with the tangy waves; after
almost a decade of rotting in the viciously dilapidated gutters,

Speed had never seemed so exhilarating than it did today; when I reached the dwelling of my perniciously extinguishing kin; just flash seconds before they
could bid a royal adieu; to the overwhelming mysticism of this perpetual earth,

Light had never seemed so Omnipotent than it did today; when I despondently transgressed through a tunnel of gruesome blackness; with the lids of my eyes
savagely sealed by chains of dolorous prejudice,

The pen had never seemed so priceless than it did today; when I churned an unfathomable epic of poignant emotions with its embellished nib; candidly baring out
the inner most recesses of my aimlessly loitering soul,

Smiles had never seemed so gratifying than they did today; when I felt gorily constipated in a web of blatantly hideous lies; burying my face deep down in
dust; to chat with the remorsefully diminutive worms in black soil,

Rainbows had never seemed so vivacious than they did today; when I venomously stagnated in the aisles of insatiably penalizing depression; counting the last days of my life even in the absolute prime of; scintillating nubile youth,

Whistles had never seemed so replenishing than they did today; when I frenziedly groped for the right direction; wholesomely lost amidst the terrorizing maze of; stoically impersonal space age robots,

Mirrors had never seemed so congenial than they did today; when I ardently waited for an invincibly philanthropic friend to lean upon; amusing my impoverished senses with my very own minuscule reflection; for infinite more births of mine yet to
come,

Butterflies had never seemed so frolicking than they did today; when I lay penuriously maimed in corridors of devilishly lambasting hell; irrevocably entrenched by a wall of invidious nothingness,

Breath had never seemed so Omnipotent than it did today; when I was miserably slithering on the ground without the most infinitesimal trace of heavenly air;
about to completely abnegate my senses forever; to disappear into non-existent wisps of tragic oblivion,

And love had never seemed so immortal than it did today; when my heart was tumultuously throbbing for the girl whom I had perennially desired; the soul mate
for which each beat intensely flaming in my chest; could die this very instant for.
 
Nikhil Parekh

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  110.     

O! Blessed Writer!

Just as the Omnipotent Sun interminably continues to blaze every tangible and intangible speck of this Universe; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn't get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the blood-sucking world today,

Just as the brilliantly fecund soil infallibly continues to sprout into quintessentially replenishing fruit; irrespective of whether its gets or doesn't get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the salaciously decrepit world today,

Just as the fantastically fathomless ocean impregnably continues to culminate into newer and newer peaks of optimism with every wave; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn't get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the
diabolically demented world today,

Just as the boundlessly azure sky unrelentingly continues to shower celestially fructifying globules of golden rain; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn't get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the meaninglessly shriveled world today,

Just as the poignantly scarlet rose peerlessly continues to waft the scent of beautifully benign oneness to every quarter of this unceasing Universe; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn't get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the
demonically perverted world today,

Just as the venerated mother unflinchingly continues to protect her priceless child from even the most invisible insinuation of danger; irrespective of whether she gets or doesn't get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the
satanically parasitic world today,

Just as the apogee of Everest unshakably continues to tower towards the skies of panoramically unparalleled righteousness; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn't get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the hedonistically venomous world today,

Just as the sensuous nightingale indefatigably continues to sing the hymns of symbiotically unassailable togetherness; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn't get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the pathetically sadistic world today,

Just as the unimpeachable moon uninhibitedly continues to enlighten the most
lugubriously blackened of night; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn't get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the cold-bloodedly violent world today,

Just as the blessed breeze poignantly continues to exhilarate the wretchedly
stagnating dullness of the monotonous atmosphere; irrespective of whether it
gets or doesn't get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the sacrilegiously deteriorating world today,

Just as the persevering armpits righteously continue to exude countless droplets of well-deservedly truthful sweat; irrespective of whether they get or don't get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the insanely condemning world today,

Just as the seductively tantalizing blades of uncrushed grass timelessly culminate into an infinite beads of ecstatic dewdrops; irrespective of whether they get or don't get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the robotically prejudiced
world today,

Just as the impeccably inimitable infants undauntedly continue to discover and evolve an innumerable untainted labyrinths of adventure; irrespective of whether they get or don't get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the
disastrously cannibalistic world today,

Just as the vivaciously untamed rainbow perennially continues to mystify every speck of jinxed morbidness on this planet; irrespective of whether they get or don't get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the carnivorously incarcerated
world today,

Just as the virgin pearl undyingly continues to majestically symbolize every caste; creed; color and race on this earth peacefully and alike; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn't get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the
mercilessly pulverizing world today,

Just as the unconquerable sky perpetually continues to be roof to every single organism on this limitlessly ebullient Universe; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn't get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the precariously vindictive world today,

Just as the immortal heart unstoppably continues to throb for the spirit of Omnisciently eternal love; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn't get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the manipulatively sneering world today,

Just as the undefeated conscience forever continues to burn in the flame of the ultimate altruistic truth; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn't get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the baselessly asphyxiating world today,

Similarly you too; eternally continue to inundate every dolorously barren bit of paper; with the words of Omnipresent truth that miraculously drifted from your pen O! blessed writer; irrespective of whether you get or don't get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the heartlessly dwindling world today.
 
Nikhil Parekh

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  111.     

Killer Earthquake

Just yesterday night I was bathing in a tub replete with silken foam;
While today as I got up in the morning; I saw colossal structures reverberating rampantly in the air outside.

Just yesterday night I was busy perceiving mesmerizing fairies;
While today when I got up in the morning; there was an earth shattering explosion; puncturing with turbulent velocity through my intricate eardrum.

Just yesterday night I was molding scented clay to intriguing shapes with my palms;
While today as I got up in the morning; I saw screeching birds drifting at electric speeds; flapping their wings to abscond away as fast as possible.

Just yesterday night I was conversing for marathon hours with my beloved;
While today as I got up in the morning; I saw blistering lava fulminate from umpteenth places on the muddy ground.

Just yesterday night I was watching my favorite film on television;
While today as I got up in the morning; there were gallons of acerbic dust hurtling directly across the moistened tear coat of my eye.

Just yesterday night I was reminiscing exuberant days of my tender childhood;
While today as I got up in the morning; I heard hysterical screams of people trapped helplessly beneath concrete debris.

Just yesterday night I took scrupulous care to trim my unruly beard;
While today as I got up in the morning; I saw individuals running helter-skelter to save their lives.

Just yesterday night I was listening to enthralling tunes of western classical music;
While today as I got up in the morning; I saw an old man gasping for breath; with waves of unprecedented terror entirely circumventing his face.

Just yesterday night I was profoundly involved filling my shopping bag with succulent fruit;
While today as I got up in the morning; I saw mammoth slabs of raw brick plummet violently towards the ground.

Just yesterday night I was sketching enamouring shapes with vivacious strokes of my paint brush;
While today as I got up in the morning; I heard a fleet of dogs and cattle shrieking uncontrollably in inexplicable pain.

Just yesterday night I was penning down lines of romantic poetry; languishing in aisles of fantasy and desire;
While today as I got up in the morning; I saw petrified citizens loudly chanting the names of their respective gods.

Just yesterday night I was gently caressing soft blades of spongy grass; While today as I got up in the morning; I saw distraught individuals rummaging for their life time wealth; amidst the pulverized interiors of their shattered homes.

Just yesterday night I was enthusing my mind trying to decipher mind boggling puzzles;
While today as I got up in the morning; I saw naked infants shivering on the streets; anxiously searching for their missing parents.

Just yesterday night I was rejoicing with my family sitting abreast the crackling fire;
While today as I got up in the morning; I saw streams of fresh blood blended profusely with the disdainful sands.

Just yesterday night I was traversing through the bustling streets with the rollicking laughter of children playing; prominently lingering in the air;
While today as I got up in the morning; I saw completely squelched arms and feet; lying juxtaposed along with the incongruously shaped rusty iron pillars.

Just yesterday night I was frivolously poking my mother in her ribs; sending her into chortles of uninhibited laughter;
While today as I got up in the morning; I saw wholesomely decimated cars and vehicles; under bulky columns of jagged stone.

Just yesterday night I was ardently sucking flavored ice candy;
While today as I got up in the morning; I saw people burning dead bodies of their loved ones in a coagulated heap.

Just yesterday night I was cognizing the majestic palaces constructed by the king of yesteryears;
While today as I got up in the morning; I heard faint cries of innocuous children trapped hopelessly under a heap of mortar and iron.

Just yesterday night I was incessantly fantasizing my city to be an ocean of enigmatic dreams;
While today as I got up in the morning; my perception disastrously changed within fraction seconds of time; as I saw the entire township; the main ingredient of my existence; sink beneath a mountain of mud; after being viciously attacked by the killer earthquake.
 
Nikhil Parekh

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  112.     

Today Is May Day

Today is the very day, unique and niece Today looks good to behold Today is may day May day is very beautiful Beautiful looks surround may day See the may rain The first rain has started on a smooth note See the may rain falling, it is falling heavily See the tears falling down as rain, the clouds very heavy as well Miracle awaits you, when you put in your best at what you do to earn your daily bread Work does not kill but only replenishes Work the work, do your best The best awaits a good prize
 
OLAYEMI AYO

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