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30 Nov 2005

Poetry

Honestly, I am not much into Poetry. But can't keep the joy of starting new thread :wink:

I don't know how relevant is this thread here. Engineers - Poets :shock:

But if you are into poetry, post your poems here. Hope to see some original content here 😁

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Swati

Swati

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30 Dec 2005
Hey poems....
i too used to write them..but this was way way back


i cant post them here as dont want this trhread to close down 😁

But still i am also waiting for some gud and original stuff to come out over here

Happy Poetry😀

so poets where r u???????
Dionysus

Dionysus

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01 Jan 2006
This was written in a drunken haze on New Years eve, when the classical metaphysical imagery of our ephemeral existence, penetrated my substance addled brain and engendered the realization that fleeting, impetuous decision to suckle on the teat of life, is substantially mired by the blasé disregard with which we are apt to treat the glorious gift of vitality.

Time goes on supine,
Like a runny nose, sans handkerchief.
Oh! Won’t you let me feel the bulbous joy;
When I wipe the snot off, Oh so coy.
Don’t wipe my nose, let the damn thing flow;
…and finally, in the mucous of time, shall I glow.


Er...maybe I’m still drunk.
Jerry

Jerry

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02 Jan 2006
Dionysus
This was written in a drunken haze on New Years eve, when the classical metaphysical imagery of our ephemeral existence, penetrated my substance addled brain and engendered the realization that fleeting, impetuous decision to suckle on the teat of life, is substantially mired by the blasé disregard with which we are apt to treat the glorious gift of vitality.

Time goes on supine,
Like a runny nose, sans handkerchief.
Oh! Won’t you let me feel the bulbous joy;
When I wipe the snot off, Oh so coy.
Don’t wipe my nose, let the damn thing flow;
…and finally, in the mucous of time, shall I glow.


Er...maybe I’m still drunk.
Dino! I think you swallowed Websters! 😁

I liked it ! Waiting for more ! 😀
aashima

aashima

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16 Jun 2006
aan....

i guess writin poetry was never my cup of tea but i di love to enjoy reading some of the best ones out there.... not interested in extremely emotional kinds but like to appreciate with a good logic and subject.....
T`u`L`!`P

T`u`L`!`P

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21 Mar 2007
i simply love to read....dont have any guts 2 write... 😀
arti mishra

arti mishra

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29 Jul 2008
i luv 2 write but didnt make any sensible poem
ankur8819

ankur8819

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29 Jul 2008
I wish i could

When at night the staary sky sparkles
In my dreams numerous desire crackles
as the stars in the sky are difficuilt to count
So innumerable my wishes amount

Birds fly in the sky greatly inspie me
To fly ovr the horizon to the sea
In order to touch the stars in the sky
I wish if i could fly that high

For the birds the materialistic boundaries hav no meaning
Oh god plz bless me with such a blessing
and there is no end to Godly creations
I wish i could b lyk the wave in the sea
Which can never be stopped by any lock and key

Jst as the waves are never still to jump from one shore to another would be a great thrill
Waves are not bound by any borders
Only man is bound to follow this order
I wish i could remain socially unbound
To lead a life solemly sound !!!
29 Jul 2008
Ankur - is that your creation?
29 Jul 2008
The_Big_K
Ankur - is that your creation?
If Yes..
hats off..

-Crazy
banu

banu

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29 Jul 2008
ankur
it is great piece of work!!;>
ankur8819

ankur8819

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29 Jul 2008
Another one by me....but its copied...(from my blog😛 )!!!
Its a short one...one of those i wrote when i was a novice !!

LIFE -tHe bEsT wOrD

LIFE IS A JOURNEY IT'S DESTINATION UNKNOWN
lOOK FOR A NEW ADVNTURE EVRY DAWN
EVERDAY INFACT IS A NEW ADVNTRE 4 YOU
JUST DO IT WHEN U HAVE YOUR MOVE

LIFE TAKES ,MANY TURNS
SOME FULL OF ROSES AND SOME FERNS
BUT EVERY TURN, MY FRIEND
TEACHES A NEW LESSON EVERY TIME

DONT WORRY COZ IT'S PART OF LIFE
IT MAKES YOU LAUGH IT MAKES YOU CRY
IT TEAHES YOU TO BEAR,IT TEACHES YOU TO FIGHT

cOZ MY FRIEND THATS LIFE !!!!
arti mishra

arti mishra

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30 Jul 2008
oh ankur very good collection of poems
Norvicute

Norvicute

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22 Aug 2008
hi guys...!!

I will share this.. i wrote this in feb. (2008). I have a some more but on my own language..

Man in a desert winter
By Me

A man travels thru the night
Gone in exile form his normal life
Bond from the past prison in the heart
Embracing is pain and may response in flop

The man seeks his way in an outlying dessert
Ocean and dragon is his guide in his way
But distance covers the link in his memories
Until solitude conquers and covers the surrounding

Turning back must not cross his mind
Since the desert lord throw the dark and covers the light
The man has to seek the promise land
Or embraced the desert that full of dark

The man surpassed the desert storm
But his Kevlar shield yields to the cold winter strength
Melting it down until nothing is left

The man weakened and down beneath the sand
Hopeless with the scorpions marching for a feast
He knows that there are only few more steps
To surpassed the winter and go for his next dessert

Suddenly the great wind blows and his eyes opened
Hearing a voice to clasp to his ears
The man stands and regains his strength
Searching for the voice that’s full of music

The voice become his guide now and then
And beats the dessert winter that covers the air
The man continue his journey with a smile
And make the desert as his zero ground

He seeks the fairy beyond the voice
But the desert wall refused to
So he just waits for the fairy to crossed thru

Time has past and the fairy voice is lessen
So the man decided to break through
But he knows it cannot cross thru the wall

The man has no choice but continue the journey
Together with the dreams that’s left on his memory

hope you enjoy

😁
Ankita Katdare

Ankita Katdare

Computer Science
23 Aug 2008
Confusion 😒

I find myself as the most confused person.
Sometimes, I do things completely out of reason.
I don’t think before doing. I ponder after it’s all done.
I like so many things. If asked for a passion, I reluctantly say,"I can't answer one."
The days and nights pass by. And I rise again to face the morning Sun.
It's all good to write. But, sometimes it’s no fun.
So you see, I am a totally confused person.
For now, I just wonder: How will I do in the long run? 😔
23 Aug 2008
😁

Good stuff @ AbraKadabra & @ Norvicute 😁

Keep up the good work. Waiting for more !
shiwa436

shiwa436

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03 Feb 2009
hats off ankur......hats off
Saandeep Sreerambatla

Saandeep Sreerambatla

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05 Feb 2009
guys something to inform..
i have written few but none has good tough english words and none has any rhythm but yet those are what i wrote .

[FONT=&quot]I have found a Lovely face[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]
[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]I have found a shining White Moon within my finger's reach[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]The one that has caught my Eyes[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Will it reach my hands?[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Or without reaching my hands[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Will tears gather?[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]When the clouds break open[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]I see your face in that[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]When the flower petals open up[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]I hear your voice in that[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot][/FONT][FONT=&quot][/FONT] [FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Is my journey in search of you?[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot][/FONT][FONT=&quot][/FONT] [FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Do my roads lead to you?[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Ho! My Dream girl![/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Will your heart get together with mine?[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]The search of a River..[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Is to merge with a Sea, ultimately[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Life's search[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Is to find you ultimately[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]The river that merges with a sea[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Will lose it's identity..[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot][/FONT][FONT=&quot] [/FONT] [FONT=&quot]When I meet you[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]A new identity will be attained[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]I will tie the stars in a string for you[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]I will conquer the everest for you[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]
[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]My Dream Girl![/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]
[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]I will close your eyes with my eyelids[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]I have seen a lovely face[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]very beautiful , and charming its you and its you [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]if to live with you , if i need to live in dreams then i will sleep for my life time [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]if there is a anyway to get you , i will go in that way [/FONT]
😎😎😎
Saandeep Sreerambatla

Saandeep Sreerambatla

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05 Feb 2009
Ankur your poetry is nice man keep it up very good language 😛.

here is one more of mine:

[FONT=&quot] Please come to me , let u make me cry u make me feel happy I don’t worry but Please come to me [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]As you are not there my heart became a cloud and my eyes started flowing .[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]My days are impatient and even my nights .[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]What do I do ?[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]You are my strength [/FONT][FONT=&quot]you are[/FONT][FONT=&quot] my weakness[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]you are[/FONT][FONT=&quot] my happiness [/FONT][FONT=&quot]you are[/FONT][FONT=&quot] my sad,[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]you are[/FONT][FONT=&quot] my life and seriously [/FONT][FONT=&quot]you are[/FONT][FONT=&quot] my life [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]you are [/FONT][FONT=&quot]in my memories and [/FONT][FONT=&quot]you are [/FONT][FONT=&quot]in my promises[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]you are[/FONT][FONT=&quot] in my dreams [/FONT][FONT=&quot]you are[/FONT][FONT=&quot] in my eyes[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]you are[/FONT][FONT=&quot] my pain and [/FONT][FONT=&quot]you are[/FONT][FONT=&quot] the medicine[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Please my dear please come to me as my heart is just waiting for you [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]And only for you as this life is here all about .......[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot][/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]😛😛😛[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot][/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]cheers[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]
[/FONT]
05 Feb 2009
I hope we have all the original versions here.
shalini_goel14

shalini_goel14

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06 Feb 2009
hey Scared,

Your first one is too Good 😁 . Keep it up man !!!
ank_arcane

ank_arcane

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07 Feb 2009
hey if u luv poetry, i'd like you to check my blog. its ankitaisarcane.blogspot.com. plz check n comment. enjoy reading!
07 Feb 2009
Why don't you share your creations here?

PS: No sms text on CE Forums, please.
Saandeep Sreerambatla

Saandeep Sreerambatla

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02 Mar 2009
No activity here i have my friends poetry will post it tomorrow with his perimission.😉😉
oaskanta

oaskanta

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15 Aug 2009
hello friends..... i am a poetess by hobby not profession...... and i have already had three poems of mine on THE TIMES OF INDIA...... well would love to share one of my first poems i had written in class 6th.....😁

Name of poem:MY PET
Poet:OASKANTA MISHRA
Date of creation:22nd may 2001

She was fragile and beautiful,
But stung when set free,
Let me tell you what she was,
I had as pet, a bee.

A queen I had caught,
With my friends from the tree,
She was the most arrogant one,
So they happily gave her to me.

I had her alone,
And I had her free,
But in a few days itself,
She had made many casualties.

Then I decided that,
She should be tied and not free,
I made a cute belt for her,
And tied her to a tree.

There also she did not,
Spare anyone anybody,
She created cuorse around the town,
And sent people complaining to me.

Some said she stung their dog,
Some said, “Your bee has stung me!!”
But looking at her no one could tell,
There was anyone as innocent as she.

Then I made a decision,
To get her back from the tree,
And tied her to my own table,
So that she can only be as free as I want her to be.

But then, my mom was worried, as
my dad could no longer see,
My face was all red and swollen,
All because of my bee.

So at last I took her,
And set her free,
And then you should have seen her,
How sad I was and how happy she.
Saandeep Sreerambatla

Saandeep Sreerambatla

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17 Aug 2009
Wow!!! Excellent poem oaskanta.

A real life scenario explained nicely portraying bee!!!
vishnu priya

vishnu priya

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17 Aug 2009
Good ones people!!
sandy1988

sandy1988

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07 Sep 2009
Remember my name.....I am close enough to become music director😁
I write marathi poems ...
cooltwins

cooltwins

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14 Sep 2009
HERE IS A SHORT AND CUTE ONE I CAME ACROSS:😁
dear friend,
sun is angry:evil:,
moon is happy,😁
do you know why?😕
because the sun had to leave you,😔
and the moon can spend the evening with you.😀
ALWAYS THINK YOU ARE SPECIAL.😉
skipper

skipper

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14 Sep 2009
I like writing poetry; I like it most when I can come up with something "weird' that appears to correspond to reality somehow, but vague enough that you would question the mentality of it (i like to make people think I might be nutso, well, sometimes I do).

A sample:

"It was all about setting them free, you see
We only had a little time right.
We told them there was a way they could go now,
The sun really was coming up over the yardarm.
And we dreamed a liquid light."
Sahithi Pallavi

Sahithi Pallavi

Computer Science
14 Sep 2009
oaskanta
hello friends..... i am a poetess by hobby not profession...... and i have already had three poems of mine on THE TIMES OF INDIA...... well would love to share one of my first poems i had written in class 6th.....😁

Name of poem:MY PET
Poet:OASKANTA MISHRA
Date of creation:22nd may 2001

She was fragile and beautiful,
But stung when set free,
Let me tell you what she was,
I had as pet, a bee.

A queen I had caught,
With my friends from the tree,
She was the most arrogant one,
So they happily gave her to me.

I had her alone,
And I had her free,
But in a few days itself,
She had made many casualties.

Then I decided that,
She should be tied and not free,
I made a cute belt for her,
And tied her to a tree.

There also she did not,
Spare anyone anybody,
She created cuorse around the town,
And sent people complaining to me.

Some said she stung their dog,
Some said, “Your bee has stung me!!”
But looking at her no one could tell,
There was anyone as innocent as she.

Then I made a decision,
To get her back from the tree,
And tied her to my own table,
So that she can only be as free as I want her to be.

But then, my mom was worried, as
my dad could no longer see,
My face was all red and swollen,
All because of my bee.

So at last I took her,
And set her free,
And then you should have seen her,
How sad I was and how happy she.
wow..! so nice oaskanta..






WINNERS DONT DO DIFFERENT THINGS....THEY DO THINGS DIFFERENTLY....
Anoop Mathew

Anoop Mathew

Electronics and Communication
17 Jul 2011
luckyg

luckyg

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14 Nov 2011
I like to read poems. but i dont write.. google
Ashish Bardhan

Ashish Bardhan

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18 Dec 2011
Lend a Hand

Old and Rusty are our joints
Serving Generations is what we’ve done
There are no competitions to prove our points
Teaching Humanity and love is what we’ve sown
It’s time for the nation to reap its harvest
Hard work of ours is to come to test
In our children have we produced zest
Now that we’re old
Which is supposed to be gold
Isn’t it their responsibility
To show their creditability
Lend a hand in our care
Show your love with your hearts bare
Show us that you respect and care
Isn’t it a chance that’s fair!

Old and Rusty are our joints
Serving Generations is what we’ve done
There are no competitions to prove our points
Teaching Humanity and love is what we’ve sown

It’s time for the nation to reap its harvest
Hard work of ours is to come to test
In our children have we produced zest

Now that we’re old
Which is supposed to be gold
Isn’t it their responsibility
To show their creditability

Lend a hand in our care
Show your love with your hearts bare
Show us that you respect and care
Isn’t it a chance that’s fair!

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This Poetry is a Part of  Poetry Picnic Week 11 by Bluebell Books

Bluebell Books

and Thursday Poets Rally Week 55 by Jingle

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BIG Thanks to Jingle for presenting me this ” Perfect Poet Award for Week 55 “

Perfect Poet Award Week 55

For Week 56, I would like to nominate Olivia.

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Ashish Bardhan

Ashish Bardhan

Branch Unspecified
18 Dec 2011


… True Beauty ….
A thing that never hides
from these precious eyes,
A thing that’s truly inside
and even, forever resides.
Sometimes it is unseen,
But it is not mean,
Sometimes it is bare,
But it lies within you,
as it is always there.
Still curious and amazed
with Today’s Pretty Women,
Seems like they won’t be
getting a True Satisfaction,
having a Strange Obsession,
with Big Lame Expections,
and still would be playing
with God’s Holy Creation.
Putting that Lip Gloss,
Fragrance of Candy Floss,
Painting all over the Body
with Powder and Tanning Lotion,
and even, covering
all those sexy things
with Plastic Implantation. [​IMG]
All this madness
is raising now,
on every Race,
on every Culture,
on every Nation,
Where these bitches still
keep on running for Perfection.
But you can’t blame
all of them every timek
as even today’s guys
praise them like n00bs.
All they dream about
their fantasies every time
Riding with a Blonde having
Pamela Anderson’s B**bs,
Kissing a Brunette having
Angelina Jolie’s Lips,
Dancing with a Latina having
Kim Kardashian’s Hips,
This horny creepy World
is getting more Lusty,
People keep on
Stalking like Perverts,
and even,
Praising like Nerds,
Their Mind Will be
getting more Dirty.
They won’t ever
get a LIFE like this,
Until they Wake up
from the fantasy,
And come back
to REALITY.
Enough of this
Lusty Pollution,
Beauty has a
Naturally Pure Definition,
It can’t be covered
with any Makeup,
as it means True Love.
It even can’t
be Baked up,
as it the Flight
of a Dove,
With no
defects and flaws,
Nobody in the world
seems to be Ugly,
Just Keep your mind
DAMN Clean enough,
Never make it Dirty,
Just be proud of being
whatever you’re,
And how do you look,
Never Feel so guilty,
You’ll get on you own,
The Pure meaning of
.. The True Beauty ..
Anoop Mathew

Anoop Mathew

Electronics and Communication
28 Jul 2013
New poets required on CE. Contact me if you are interested.

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