In The game Of Chess
She was the queen with the ruby crown
With eyes of Sapphire, sparkling clear,
Of victories they told
From battles won in the bygone days..
As if the war field was her parquet floor
She walked her steps with grace..
Away, he stood, a humble pawn
Envious of her triumphant walk,
He was deprived of it all ~
Of rights to glide the squares like her..
That was how the rule was drawn
They were, but players on board.
Just a muse, in the grassland there
She knocks a lesson at the end of the day..
Once the game is done, its the same box they share,
The mighty queen and the humble pawn...
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Nature, No Reservations..
There's a garden up the hill,
Where children play, poets were at work
Some age old men, sharing a joke..
Lovers in trance, homeless paupers resting free
And young maids in reverie..
In that garden up the hill,
Were flowers, pink, red, yellow and blue..
All nestled amidst the green;
That garden was filled with men,
Young and old, rich and poor;
What care did the flowers have ?
What concern did the fragrance have ??
When clouds merged, casting the Grey on skies,
In drops, drizzles and a heavy downpour..
The well dressed and the bare chested
Together they rushed
To seek shelter beneath the tree..
For, what care did the rainfall have ?
What concern did the Banyan have ??
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Merry-Go-Round
"I'll take you on a ride and teach the ways of life",
Said the lady in the white gown,
Her voice was clear, her face was fair,
Just like that fairy in the tales..
One, by one, the children followed her
As she led them to a carousel,
It was colorful, new and nice..
Royal horses, swans and dragons too
Painted red, white and blue..
They took their seats, the ride began..
Round-and-round,
And round-and-round, went they,
Swirling clockwise with laughter high,
Clockwise it went, not once, the other way round.
Aloud rang the bell, they stepped down to the ground
The one on the royal horse, the one on the swan;
She was no more seen, but they heard a shrill voice,
"Merry-go-round, Merrily go around,
For, just a while, you are riders here
And life is just a short lived dream.."
A contest entry
- How versatile a poet are you? by Danna Hobart.
460 points, ended February 20, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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AMAZINGNESS!!!!!!!!!!
i love all the poems especially
the first one. you put very good imagery into this.
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really versatile!
I love the descriptive drive of the first stanza of the first poem.
"There's a garden up the hill,
Where children play, poets were at work"
Sure, you are one of the poets at work!
The rhetorical questions in the 2nd poem worked for you.
Use of imagery tells the entire story to a greater extent.
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Your last line really puts things in perspective on the first poem.
I like the imagery of the second poem, as well as the questions raised between the stanzas. Very profound.
The spectre in white in the third poem is kind of spooky, as is her message.
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Oh. This is a nice little set of poems that you have penned in here. I liked how they were all their own poems by themselves but together they seem to connect by the theme of life and enjoying your your everyday moments. Lestways, that's what I take away from this. I thought you did a good job of expressing yourself here.
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very nice
I just love the nature scene. I liked the way they rushed to shelter, To get out of the rain. These are very nice poems. It was a pleasure to read.
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Deep meaning inside these poems. Very well worded with a smooth flowing manner. Good luck in the contest...lovely job on all of these.
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