Poetry is a category of literary art which uses the aesthetic qualities of language to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, the prosaic ostensible meaning.
The video eBook "Fantastic Trillion" description trillion dollars in different poetic forms.
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Sri Kālidāsa is often referred as mahākavi Kālidāsa which means the best of all poets. He was a great poet and playwright of the Sanskrit language. He composed the works based on the mythology and philosophy of India and his compositions depict various forms and origins of Indian life and philosophy. Kalidas is considered a national poet by some scholars. What miracle? What blessings of a Devi? That turned the dumb Kālidāsa to Mahākavi Kālidāsa. What was his relatio...
Sanskrit sloka of Syamala dandakam with English transliteration and english meaning.
SLOVENIAN: 50 pesmi (in ena) za mojo dušo dvojčico. ENGLISH: 50 poems (plus one) for my soulmate.
SLOVENIAN: MOJ mogoče boš nekega dne moral vedeti, da od nekoga si. takrat vstopi skozi moja vrata, in pusti, da te moj objem skrije pred svetom, in varuje, tudi pred teboj. ENGLISH: MINE maybe one day you will need to know that you belong to someone. then enter through my door and let my embrace hide you from the world and protect you, from yourself, too.
Performed one witness in court, similar Feats and proved, they were merely tricks thriller Or slights-of-hand and had nothing to do With powers supernatural supposed do!
Inter-religion marriage, though too rare They take place as a result of love-affair!
Great men few saw, sufferings, ignorance, Immoral activities and violence Of man, and wanted to enlighten them. Dedicated they their lives to teach them Morals, good deeds, helping, mentality And loving each other humanity!
Through our senses we gather the knowledge, That is recorded and stored in brain that pledge To recall whenever necessary!
The month of July nineteen ninety four Witnessed episodes much spectacular During visits of comet Shoemaker - Levy, in fragments it plunged into Jupiter, One after another: poor God, never He expected it would happen ever!
Contradicts this really the current Religious concepts of the soul, in fact! Some religions say that soul is intact Like conservation law of energy!
Next nucleotides were formed and thousands 0f then linked; with combinations no bounds Acids nucleic were formed, which again Had with proteins formed nucleoprotein!
Hurry-hurricane, horror Creating Wild winds whistling, trees chiselling, tilting, Sun's rays, irritating, penetrating Boiling volcanoes, lava vomiting Mountains, fire in all directions, while bursting
Being pained to see the blunders performed, Able not to feel the meanings informed, Eager to find answers to questions- Raised by the true ferreting, mind's actions, Humbly I present: these problems to you And expect to hear the replies from you.
Children of Sunflower Field Originally written in Chinese, and translated to English by: Yitkbel Wang Date of Original Chinese Version: March 25, 2021 Date of Translation: April 4, 2021 Easter Sunday
I. Sailing upon new waves, Post Modernity's Wake, The 'wise men' arrive upon the Isle, Isle of the Children Faithful and Wild, Ascend the Peaks of Antiquity, With a thousand coats of obscurity, With New Clothes and New Shades, Conceal the eternal Splendid rays.
*** The majority of the poems included, if not all, are available freely and digitally on https://hellopoetry.com/Yitkbel/. This physical copy is listed merely for the option of having said poems in a more portable, compact, and off-the-grid format. ***. A new poetry collection by Yue Xing Yitkbel Wang.**The Dreamer Who Reaps Eternity was first digitally published on Gutenberg Self-Publishing on January 8, 2020 without the three poems (written a couple month after) prefa...
The Boundless Ocean of the Void: My Chalice of the East and West By: Yue Xing Yitkbel Wang Friday, February 28, 2020 11:39 p. m. -I live, breathe, it seems Awake in a dream Memories ail and fade I take naught away But my soul never strays My soul and love's aches Only these two of the same Could cross over the gate- The old men in the desert Seek chalices not water The old men in the desert Among grains of gold falter The old men in the desert...
*** The majority of the poems included, if not all, are available freely and digitally on https://hellopoetry.com/Yitkbel/. This physical copy is listed merely for the option of having said poems in a more portable, compact, and off-the-grid format. *** A poetry collection by Yue Xing Wang (Yitkbel) republished because of a pen name change. Date listed refers to original date of publication; this version after the name and cover change is resubmitted on August 9, 2020. T...
1. The Echo By: Yitkbel Yue Xing Wang Date written: Friday, September 13, 2019 Do you pity or envy a world That has cut off its calluses Do you love or fear a world So gentle against the wind That a prick would bleed That a pinch would twinge I pity and fear it, Thus: Here I am, hiding In a boat of poetry In the strait of obscurity Between two oceans of fear Between The old world of joyous suffering And The new world of unbearable peace Trying...
*** The majority of the poems included, if not all, are available freely and digitally on https://hellopoetry.com/Yitkbel/. This physical copy is listed merely for the option of having said poems in a more portable, compact, and off-the-grid format. *** Third Edition of Sentient Dreams. Differing from The Dreamer Who Reaps Eternity and The Echoes (both content remains largely unaltered except a name change and exclusion of three original Chinese lyrics and original trans...
Yue Wang Yitkbel Nov 2017 White Maple As the leaves fall I lift myself up To replace its abundant emptiness. For the world has turned pale Since the color returned to you For I have become an empty book Since I have been read and used For I have been washed away When the river of musings Have dried up from A storm of old stories of Nothing new That's never been told Still I'd rather be the white maple Of short lived pleasant surprises Of a kind of s...
Libro de poemas (Galego-Español)
De que cor é o sangue cando pensas nun home? A que sabe o teu orgasmo? Pasamos o un xunto ao outro e non sabemos nada o un do outro. Segues con esa inclinación polas aves ou morreu o teu amante sen comprender aínda que só no perentorio pode-se recobrar o afecto? ¿De qué color es la sangre cuando piensas en un hombre? ¿A qué sabe tu orgasmo? Pasamos uno junto al otro y no sabemos nada el uno del otro. ¿Sigues con esa inclinación por las aves o murió tu amante sin compr...
¿Los poetas no son aquellos que se cubren con un parasol de la inclemencia, huyen de las cloacas de las aves y de los certificados con epígrafe?
No hemos nacido para recitar poesía, sino para que nos reciten, para ser recitados por una felación y un cunnlingus.
I delight in wordplay and wittiness (with what wits I've got). So when the inspiration seized me to write eleven nonsense rhymes, with allusions ranging from Holmes to Vlad(s), some apt (I hope) coined words and a lot of puns and plays on words, I went with it. I've thrown in nine other poems either evocative or emotional (or maybe just fun), and I hope their slight contents provide some light entertainment.
Would you play at wordplay If words would serve as toys? But if your words play you then Would you make only noise? If you would utter falsehoods Would wordplay play you false? If you then play as you would Then gentle life just halts If you would putter round with words Sputter them on out in herds If you would clutter truths with lies Your words—the kind that destroys Faith that words are more than ploys— Flutter off away like sighs Lasting long as butterflies
Este libro es producto de la recopilando con dulce devoción de Juan Fernando Reyes Kuri nieto del Autor de los poemas aquí expuestos los cuales están llenos de humor, pero también de filosofía y crítica, bajo el amparo rutilante del manto poético.
Nada en el exoesqueleto de la tarde, excepto el infinito ultraje del sol. Seguramente nadie nos aguarde porque la soledad sea una expectativa razonable. No creo en la belleza, únicamente en la vileza de lo bello. Es la hora del trabajo, la purga, la negación, y no se puede cavar con un kilómetro de mierda en el duodeno. La hermosura nos sirve para las horas bajas, la fealdad para las horas de bajeza.
Cuando lleven tu alma inglesa a cabalgar infiernos, recuerda que solo los aristócratas cagan yesca. Trotando por el valle de la muerte con temeridad e imprudencia, la soldadesca se acaba convirtiendo en metralla de cosacos. La estupidez de un imperio crea mitos y leyendas, pero más valiera relinchar y comer yerba, galopar y fornicar eslavas, que seguir las órdenes de un muerto llamado Valor. Solamente padecen los que han nacido para perecer. Si regresas a la batalla pien...
Poetry. Edición Bilingüe. Español-Galego
El ejercicio, pues, no es solo ver la luz al otro lado sino también observarla aunque ese otro lado no exista. (J. A. Carvajal Abal)
Libro de poemas
Que é soñar se non se pode retroceder á natureza íntima do soño? Confrontando a ambigüidade baixo o ferinte amencer, non hai cartas de amor fermosas ou certeza algunha de agasallos preciosos. Vivimos da mesma mediocridade, vivimos parasitarios do mundo como sarna doente, alentando musas e castelos délficos. Dá-me pan do teu sabor a pel! Dá-me o teu ollar iridescente!
Xa non haberá máis tempo para aquel que ergueu ao ceo as súas mans, nin para a muller celestial nin para a besta. Semellante ao estrépito de moitas augas baixan as voces desde o monte Sión. Este cantar ou outro cantar, aforcado nas cítaras, repudiando a quen serviu con afecto. A palabra é mísera, o pensamento, pero non agardo que apartes os teus ollos. Como soportar entón a pureza? Ya no habrá más tiempo para aquél que levantó al cielo sus manos, ni ...