Poetic Rhapsody - Page 4

He stood clutching the ticket in his wet palms, Looking acrimoniously at the merry crowd on the ride Feeling their adrenaline rush as they zoomed In and out of sight as others watched with pride.   His invisible torment rose

There go the animal-drawn carriers, Rumbling across the golden sands. Carrying people unmindful of barriers, Travelling tirelessly to unknown lands.   Sometimes decorated, sometimes plain, Yet, always in transit for business or fun, Ever crisscrossing big and small lanes, On

I opened my eyes at the hospital to see a tiny hand, Tugging my fingers, struggling to hold on, Tugging at my heartstrings in a random sequence, Causing infinite emotions to flow and drench a barren land.   My little

Created by Christina R Jussaume, this poem called as ‘Spirit’s Vessel’ consists of three stanzas of six lines of six syllables each. It is an ACROSTIC poem where the first letters of the First stanza read as VESSEL Second stana read as OFYOUR (without

RemyLa Rhyme is a four-stanza poem. Its features include: Each stanza has four lines. The syllable count per stanza is 8/10/12/8, The rhyme scheme is abca defd ghig jklj. The first word of stanza 1 must also be the last word of stanza

I slowly turned the yellowing pages in monochrome, To find many known faces smiling at me. Come join us, they lovingly seem to call, As they pose proudly before an unknown entity.   I look searchingly for special effects and

Looking out of the water-stained windows I see the countryside buried in rainy tears, I vehemently address the sky and ask who are you, Why have you let our peace flow down the drain?   You come down and enter

I shudder going into my bedroom Where an empty bed bears testimony, To the good-byes for being that indolent groom Who is now waited upon for a huge alimony.   The sweet wailings of a new-born haunt the place, Along

Like a rich garment on a fair bride Like a multi-hued artwork on a bright canvas Like a dash of makeup on an excited child The Spring has spread its bloom with elegant finesse.   The barren trees stand overwhelmed

I sit by the large glass window Seeing the yellow autumn leaves fall, Waiting for the deafening stillness To break with that one phone call.   I wait ardently for him to call From across the seven seas, To enthral