Tag: Poem

Green And Yellow

The grass is green
everyone knows
the hay is yellow
that all know
what is new ? in that
you would ask. with a shout
the fresh one being green
and the dried turning yellow
shows a real follow
that things when are new
look beautiful and gleaming
catching the eye all the more
when they be let like that
for months and years together
they transform into a substance of mellow
with a maturity all round
modest and charming as well
which is old has also a value
that being young commands a fair chance
there goes the way of life in a circle
all great and good on the round.

Tags Fresh, green, hay, new, Poem, yellow

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A Stay

A month of stay
which is no way
a great help in a way
as in the day
there be no progress to say
going by the things not so gay
the prolong remain in the place is at bay
for it does not bring any prospects in a tray
but proposes a wasteful time and energy in the stray.

Tags month, Poem, Progress, stay, use

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The Bud.

The tiny bud
looks like a stud
beautiful and good
closed and opened .

The closure is so tight
giving a lovely sight
allowing nothing to penetrate
not even air in a rate.

The opening is so subtle and small
perceiving through it is a crawl
as it remains so tight-lipped
not wanting to losses the grip.

The bud is tricoloured
white pink and red
run through it so rhapsodic
leading to a revel mystic.

Tags bud, lipped, Poem, Small, tight

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The Favour And Flavour.

The string of flowers

Be it roses or jasmines

b them both together

tied up together

form a garland of beauty

with a lovely aroma and colour

insisting a cajole and a coax.

A choice of words beautiful

comprising of grace and poise

expressing the feelings in chaste

with an emotional smear and taste

lend an exotic form of expression

that of poetry in all its glamour.

The flower and the word all in all

get into the stronghold in length

entering the soul with their sweet touch

meandering through the curves and turns

lifting the spirit by a gracious rhythm

releasing at a time the favour and flavour.

Tags colour, favour, flavour, garland, jasmine, Poem, Rose

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The Coins.

One a penny two a penny

hot cross bun goes by the rhyme

comes to my mind now in chime

when pennies had a time

with that we could buy buns

as well as could have fun

now pennies are pennies alone

with them we could purchase none

as they are just coins without value

having made of metal of value

just keeping them as memoirs

as they would have a great repertoire

as those who collect coins as a hobby

would get it for any cost without a lobby

that way goes the coins all along

while they had a history of long.

Tags coins, Poem, Status, value

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The Law Of The Land.

If there be a law

there are too many flaws

that come and go in ease

as they go about in a tease.

The law of the land

looks complicated and grand

they include clauses and sections

that now have become fictions.

Law, they say is common to all

no distinctions between poor and rich in all

there is a lot of discriminations

that is the cause of terminations.

What for is law? Query all

when there be no justice at all

while the wealthy go free

the poor get trapped in the spree.

Legality exists in the face

finding nothing else in its place

it continues in books and courts

causing an expense of remarkable note.

That be true of law in modern days

as there are no hitches in the race

that go to hold justice with great respect

being endorsed by testimony in any aspect.

Tags equal, land, Law., Poem, poor, rich

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Over To A Rose.

Over there I see a rose

which is lovely and lively

she being always a fascination

calmly releasing an amazement

enlivening those who see her.

The little rose pink and yellow

dangles in the breeze with a flow

majestically beckoning all to her

a ravishing beauty indeed!.

The flower with dainty petals

so soft and smooth in elaboration

with a skill and a thrill in designation

sings with mirth the joy of fulfillment.

Fear rises when I see the little rose

a little move wrong would disturb her

a slight touch even would torment her

she being so delicate and pretty.

The tiny rose on the green stalk

with the pricking thorns sticking out

opens up with a glossy cheer

invigorating the heart that watches her.

The rose sends an excitement all the more

then and when she comes out with a new shoot

holding my soul and spirit together entranced

as I devour her beauty with my large eyes.

Tags flower, green, Pink, Poem, pricking, stalk, thorns, yellow

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The Resonance.

Live it be in the air
that of music to share
keeping the eyes closed
heard the resonating flow
forgetting the sounds around
that be of the vendor in a round
lending no ear to the milkman
who brings home milk in a big can
turning deaf to the chauffeur
who gets paid the most from my coffer
I sit unperturbed and in peace
hearing the music flowing through the trees
sat I for long with eyes closed and hands folded
as though it is an enigma that got slowly rolled.

Tags Air, close, Eyes, fills, Music, Poem

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Out In A Stretch

Out in a stretch
there was a sketch
that was drawn so well
as it revealed a great tell.
It was a lively fetch
that was brought with outstretch
showing the greatness in the beat
that being so lovely and upbeat.