Category: Poetry

#TankaTuesday #Poetry

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draped in lustrous robes 
I merged with silvery sky
breeze ruffled my hair
ecstatic, I looked around
to ensure I was alive

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monsoon clouds cloak me
joyful moments pause to view
when our dreams get wings
celestial artist unfolds
silvery white hinterlands
© Balroop Singh 

Thanks to Colleen’s weekly TankaTuesday challenge, which has inspired me to create a double tanka (poems based on color and weather) I chose silver, the color of the Greek goddess Artemis (Roman aspect: Diana). It is symbolic of purity, strength, clarity and focus. It also represents grace, sophistication, elegance, and glamor. In the spiritual and mystical world, silver also has associations with the moon, which has connections to feminine energy. 

Thank you.

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Here is my latest release  Hues Of Hope 

#TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge

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People Pleasers

Bosses exult at their loyalty and sincerity. Friends mock their “loving nature.” Siblings bully them into believing that they are loved. Spouses manipulate them to get things done. The acquiescence and complacence of people pleasers baffles me. Some live in the make-believe world of self-admiration, thinking they are exceptional human beings, born to be altruistic. Others have some goals in mind, which they want to accomplish at all costs.

noble intentions
boomerang any moment
capsizes their boat
robs their identity off
tossed away by tide of life
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen’s weekly TankaTuesday challenge, ( specific form) which has inspired me to create a tanka prose. Tanka is typically written in the 5-7-5-7-7: a five-line syllabic structure. Tanka prose always contains a title. One basic requirement: one paragraph, and one tanka.

Thank you.

For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Here is my latest release  Hues Of Hope 

  

#Golden #Tastetherainbow – Color #Poetry: Double #Etheree

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My backyard

Pine 
needles
pierce deeper, 
as they reach out 
to gather the glow 
of glorious summer
once again opening my
youthful eye, yearning to touch the 
golden era that whizzed by unseen
while my face was buried deep in the books.

Same place, evening shot

I am told twilight is more beautiful
golden glow is as fresh as ever
just the connotation changes
books are our precious friends now
the silence of thoughts thaw
as  pine melodies
mingle in their
sagacious,
unseen
love.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen’s weekly TankaTuesday challenge, which has inspired me to create a syllabic poem based on color. I chose golden, a symbol of grandeur, positivity, success, cheerfulness and bliss.

I chose to write Etheree, which consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

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For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Here is my latest release  Hues Of Hope 

#Useful #Poetry Challenge Crown #Cinquain

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Image from Pixaby

A brat
bought me with love
wore me with ample pride
I protected his tender feet
from thorns.

our fond 
friendship grew fast
each journey was lovely
together we traversed those miles
of thrill.

now I
sit alone here 
he has at least ten pairs
colorful and brighter than me – 
new charms. 

my plight:
dumped in the yard
glum, I stare at the stars
and presume my uselessness
adrift.

till this – 
urchin picks up
takes me to his abode,
gives a perfect shine and wears me
with joy. 
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for a weekly TankaTuesday challenge, which asks for any syllabic form based on the theme prompt. This week’s theme is “Useful.”
This poem is a Crown Cinquain, five stanzas, each with syllable count of 2/4/6/8/2.
Thanks for the inspiration Colleen.

For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Here is my latest release  Hues Of Hope 

One More Time…

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Image from Pixaby

Here the stream is so calm
As if halted by the bridge.

Here the water is emerald
As if painted by an artist.

Here the leaves are glossy green
As if polished by Mother Nature.

Here the ways are velvety
As if designed by fairies.

Here the clouds take a dip
As if swimming with us.

Here the wind sings its melodies
As if inspired by Zephyrus.

Here we meet our memories
Each one is most precious!

Here is the old tree
Its arms are as inviting as ever.

We look up wistfully
Yearning to swing on them one more time.

The birds are singing the same song
That soothed us everyday.

We try to sing with them
But our songs sound discordant now.
© Balroop Singh

Thank you.

If you like nature poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Here is my latest release  Hues Of Hope