"A Provoked rhythm" (Original Poem)
Provoked rhythm
Accumulating the thoughts,
provoked is my rhythm,
how nostalgic are the memories,
bound to be the anthem.
Significance of memory loads,
looks for caresses in them,
the entanglement of thoughts,
stock up as an emblem.
What shred of commitments,
revolves in an algorithm?
Even the Pythagoras,
is unable to bend them.
Shackles of thorns,
pierces the ohm,
waves of infrastructures,
sparks the rhythm.
Through the terms
and conditions of my anthem,
Thoughts provoke the timeless,
enchanted in them.
Accumulating the thoughts,
provoked is my rhythm,
how nostalgic are the memories,
bound to be the anthem.
Significance of memory loads,
looks for caresses in them,
the entanglement of thoughts,
stock up as an emblem.
The End!
Sometimes it is given that we face circumstances we tend to avoid and we are having to face them up in front, you are not prepared anymore. Cause you were never prepared. Like the electric circuit sparks, without letting you know, the electrons in your system sparks; fusing all your rational senses. What actually happens within you is still a blur. Such is the condition, attempted to portray in the poem above. A rhythm that is provoked.
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I liked your simple style but very touching in the same time. Also, your explanations and picture make the poem even more complete. This provoked rhythm inspires me to write...Thank You!
I am awestruck, if this poem can provoke or inspire you to write, I have done my job. I'm happy. Thank you so much for the respect. I am happy you understood the poem.
Chers'! 😚
What a good representation of the memory and the hymn that is in each one. Your words and the image evoke a broad thought in interpretation, where time has no place. And no, we are never prepared for these situations, although we draw strength from within ourselves to face them. I really loved your poem, thanks for sharing
Thank you so much for your kind words and thoughts. I am happy my message was straight. I am often in a dilemma if my words are understood. Thanks once again.
A great poem about the process of creating poetry - after all, what is poetry if not thought, ideals and ideas brought forward in rhyme and rhythm.
Very nice work tahminasyed 🙂
true thing. thank you loads.
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Very beautiful line... shackles of thorns pierce the ohm... sort of evokes both the disturbances and harsh passions the distance us from peace but also key imagery from Christianity and Buddhism in one line. Really great!
ummm, they say that poets they themselves don't particularly understand what they write. 😅😅😅 Readers understand better. I haven't tried to relate to Christianity nor Buddhism. If you could explain more, onto how it is relatable?
Sorry, I am reading too much in, but ohm, or om, is a sacred sound that many Buddhists make during meditation. In Christianity there is an image of a crown of thorns that the Messiah was tormented with by the Romans. Now I feel like I am a conspiracy theorist hahahaha! :) Lovely poem you wrote though!
Hey, don't feel awkward. I really was looking forward to hearing from you. It is amazing how words play differently in each of our heads. Now I get it little, on how it was portrayed to you. And, trust me, the beauty of words lay here. Without your intervention or relation, I wouldn't have EVER been able to connect THIS! 😇 Please do share more of your reviews. It feels satisfying to know more.
My pleasure, and thank you for being so gracious and engaging :)
Same to you. Thank you for explaining it all.
My pleasure, and thank you for being so gracious and engaging :)
I loved your poem, I love this paragraph:
as you write sometimes we are not prepared for whatever comes or happens in our life, just face it and move on, cheers ♥
Yeah, through expression I tend to overcome them. Thank you.