Earth

​*Alliteration Poem – Earth*

17th Oct’17  ~by Venkat

Edges evolve, epitaphs etched
Eyes echo, ears ensnare
Ears enchant, eyes eschew
Eagles exude, embers emaciated

Man in Charge

Gaze upon the twinkle stars

Who am I? A question I ask.

The Busy Man

So busy I was
Feeling the corners
The heart, slipped
Out of my hands

Sea of Child

 

By listening very carefully
I could hear it on the air
My call across the many years
to me still walking there
The beach where many summer spent
as a boy with dirty knees
To which half a century later
I returned on Autumn breeze

The New Ice Age

As Earth spins into seasons
We spun snow upon our feet
Immobile, white with frozen eyes
We breathe through cones
A smile, melting into our teeth

Man’s Passcode

trees, rocks, sand
snakes, lilies, moss
bees, butterflies, sunflower
horses, bears, snow
parrots, hornbills, twig
lions, camels, desert

What Went Wrong

ages that went past
ages that will come
the age we are in

Heinous Crimes: Nonet

Where is the civilized man going?

Death, terror, rape staring at us

Becoming brutal each day

A noose taut on the neck

Our Tendencies

As I look back

A nature banal

Struck by what others lack

Tendencies universal

To gawk at a lack

Feel the emptiness

From a chide to flak

Chained by loathness

Secret of Limitation

Man seeks to be free forever

Wanting things unbound

Removing every border

A pursuit he thinks sound

A feeling for more and more

He looks to find

A limitless dream to adore

Unsatisfied in his mind

It Takes Two

Imagine food

You did not taste

A fantasy mood

For someone chaste

A soccer play

A single team

Sunny day

No sunbeam

A strong opinion

No interaction

On earth, an alien

Miscommunication

Making Sense of Perfection

To a gymnast

A sense of timing

A glory to last

Joy of executing

To a carpenter

A sense of measure

An edge of a cutter

To sharpen, a pleasure

To a student

A sense of score

Make sound judgment

Excellence to the core

My Two Cents

A rain, no cloud

Smoke, no fire

My silence, so loud

A dream, no desire

In a world bipolar

My voice unheard

A road too far

Lurch as a drunkard

Welcome to my life

A one-sided world

Depressed in strife

Lying down curled

My Broken Chair

As a trust unbroken

A love made to last

My chair, a token

An attachment to past

Wonder of Man

Unable to renew

Try as much he can

A longing real, true