That song is a song that is so annoying and you don’t want to hear. It may be the most beautiful to most but could annoy one, for the reason unknown. I have written this poem in a free-verse.
Robert Frost chooses the best alternative as a mode of destruction if the world had to end this moment. He chooses the better mode from amongst ‘fire’ and ‘ice’. He is also giving justification for his choice.
This is the third (not in order of writing) of a series that I wrote as an Army Officer posted along the Chinese border in the Himalayas. I went through a period of extreme creative intensity along with a need to self destruct. From several poems that I wrote during that period, I have discarded many but have preserved around 25 which I plan to share on this site, along with a series of stories from a totally different period. In addition to, and alongside my army career, and a corporate career spanning 22 years, I have been a stage and screen actor, and playwright. Some of the poems that I plan to share have been performed on stage as they lend themselves to physicalization. Currently, I use a methodology that I have evolved called “CorporateTheatre” to facilitate experiential learning in high-performance leadership and team dynamics for corporate leadership and teams. This has been welcomed across several Indian and multinational organizations.
‘I Thought That I Could Not be Hurt’ is one of the first poems written by Sylvia Plath during her teenage years with a sad undertone. In this poem, she wants to express how her life was happy and joyful. And how these pleasant feelings aren’t permanent.
Why are you here did you listen why did you runwhy did you leave why did you have to do what you did morgue is cold for the young and old for they know not…
It’s an experimental genre I created, called #mathematicalpoetry (word split, tells a story within brackets)
This hurts. It always hurts and I’m spiraling into the madness Disappearing within the masses Of masked unhappy people Masquerading as content and carefree I need to take my mask off But I don’t want anyone to help me. Julianne M. Peacock
This is an extremely sad poem, much like the life of Emily Dickinson. A poem about her appraisal of the sadness and grief that she meets, and I bet she meets many. This poem just keeps getting sad until the last couple of paragraphs, where she reveals that other’s grief gives her comfort. It is others too, who have suffered. And some of the pains are like hers.
‘Diving into wreck’ is a poem that talks about the whole diving experience of a sea diver straight from the preparation stage until when he reaches the bottom of the sea to find a wreck. This poem talks about the whole emotional journey of the diver.
“Not Waving But Drowning” is an extremely sad and gloomy poem. A poem about a man who seems happy and full of life all the time. But inside he is dying. He gives signals about his state of mind, calling for help or maybe an ear who could hear. But either the world was deaf or ignorant or deaf during his life.
A covid-19 inspired poem to give humanity hope.
This song is a very famous song from the play Cymbeline. It simply means that you need not really fear death. Death is inevitable. Each one of us, be it royalty or the common class, everyone eventually will “come to dust”. All that we do and all that we become will lose its existence one day. And we need not fear it.
‘To Be in Love’ is an attempt by Gwendolyn Brooks to explain to the world, how the journey of their love story is going to be like. She beautifully explains how emotional roller-coaster this pilgrimage would possibly be for you if you truly fall in love with someone.
Victories come with a price. Here the ship may have successfully sailed through all the perils towards the victory, but the Captain is no longer alive to taste it. The captain, here, in this poem, refers to the late president of USA, Abraham Lincoln. The poem is written with reference to American Civil War of 1861-65.
Its true that we all wear the masks for some reason. But, the poet here has a question that why are people always so interested in counting our feelings hidden behind the mask. Why can’t they just take us with our masks? There is a reason why we put this mask, why can’t everyone just let it be.
