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[Varun]

This is seriously not a topic taken from pebs.

Social Contract

Life is a social contract,
A truth, I cannot refract,
People need other people,
Obligations and subjugations reap us.

We hardly think for ourselves,
Pleasing others, neglecting the core self,
Our self – esteem injured,
So we too conjure,
The same obligations in others,
And bind them with the social contract.

Student tries to please the teacher,
The teacher pleases his teacher.
The lover pleases the other,
The child pleases the mother,
The serviceman pleases the boss,
The boss pleases his boss,
Their entire lives at a toss,
Their minds blank, thoughts at a loss.

A misunderstood word – Society,
People slave under others’ propriety,
‘Oh wake up!’ says the Almighty,
‘Live your life rightly!’
Do not sell yourselves lightly,
Live somewhere for yourself,
Or loose life unsightly,
To this damning contract – so binding

 

[DeletedUser8396]

This is seriously not a topic taken from pebs.

Social Contract

Life is a social contract,
A truth, I cannot refract,
People need other people,
Obligations and subjugations reap us.

We hardly think for ourselves,
Pleasing others, neglecting the core self,
Our self – esteem injured,
So we too conjure,
The same obligations in others,
And bind them with the social contract.

Student tries to please the teacher,
The teacher pleases his teacher.
The lover pleases the other,
The child pleases the mother,
The serviceman pleases the boss,
The boss pleases his boss,
Their entire lives at a toss,
Their minds blank, thoughts at a loss.

A misunderstood word – Society,
People slave under others’ propriety,
‘Oh wake up!’ says the Almighty,
‘Live your life rightly!’
Do not sell yourselves lightly,
Live somewhere for yourself,
Or loose life unsightly,
To this damning contract – so binding

Haha, suuuuuure it wasn't jk

Eh, I'm sure it was original (even if it wasn't...I wouldn't care). On to the piece: I like it. It has a nice steady flow to it, allowing me to easily go from line to line (extremely important...I hate when I have to re-read lines cause theyre choppy. Luckily, you didn't make me ). The rhyme scheme is a bit odd though (don't get me wrong, it works...but I find it odd lol).

The content - I think you can deduce my response to the content

 

[Varun]

Haha, suuuuuure it wasn't jk

Eh, I'm sure it was original (even if it wasn't...I wouldn't care). On to the piece: I like it. It has a nice steady flow to it, allowing me to easily go from line to line (extremely important...I hate when I have to re-read lines cause theyre choppy. Luckily, you didn't make me ). The rhyme scheme is a bit odd though (don't get me wrong, it works...but I find it odd lol).

The content - I think you can deduce my response to the content

Thanks pebs.

 

[Varun]

Here is another poem for the readers out there.

World of Dreams

A world of my dreams,
So surreal, so clean;
Something without the screams,
Falsehood unheard, agony unseen,
Such is a world of my dreams.

Everyone need not be happy,
Everyone need not be at peace,
Just everyone should trust,
Hand – in –hand, walking with ease,
Such is a world of my dreams.

A place where war is unheard,
A place where strife is absurd,
A place where a person’s error,
Is not condemned, not giving him terror.
Such is a world of my dreams.

But why do I need to see it?
When we can easily build it,
The world of our dreams,
On the peaceful greens,
We already have the means.

Nature – our background,
The Earth – our playground,
The Sun – our light source,
The Moon – a powerful force
And many more, much more,
A world of dreams – our lore

 

[Varun]

Power Hunger

O, what is this rush for?
O, what is this lust for?
Is this something you must fight for?
Something worth giving your life for?

People go in a mindless glaze,
In a sort of misty haze,
Over this sunfilled glade,
Their lives hanging on the power blade.

A mindless rush for fame,
Everywhere, everyone the same,
A sickening blame game,
Putting one another to shame,
Something that is a bane,
This power game.

Live together, be happy,
Why lead lives so shabby?
What gain is there from power?
What makes nations’ temper tower?

Why is this blood shower?
Why do people cower?
Why doesn’t free speech prevail?
Why is the truth veiled?
Why aren’t questions sailed and
Why aren’t the answers mailed?

So, stop this power gain,
Restrain this hunger with disdain,
Live together as one,
And life you will have won,
Stay divided hon’
And humanity we will have shun.

 

[Varun]

Burden

Why do you trouble me so?
Why fuss over me and go?
Can’t you see I want to be free?
Why can’t I just be me?

I follow a dictate every day,
A day so tense, my nerves fray,
I fear that I am going mad,
Or maybe I am just very sad

I always think I am not good,
People avoid me and my mood,
Some call me rude,
Them I wanna shoot

I am losing my hold over me,
Staying alone, leaving me be,
What am I? Why am I?
These questions rage inside me,
Tearing me slowly, constantly

Time flies they say, what a lie!
I write this with a sigh,
Guilt filling in heart of my

Several have been infinitely good to me,
From day one they stayed constantly,
But unable to appreciate them,
Unable to repay them,
My mind goes ‘ahem!’
I feel I am a burden,
Weighing people down,
Crashing hopes, creating frowns,
I am undeserving, uncharacteristic,
Useless and pessimistic

Still I endure, still I ensure,
Still I make sure that I don’t give up,
But such a burden is heavy as a train,
Why am I such a disdain?

 

[Varun]

A Crisis of Identity

There was a man called Humphrey,
He had a little problem, you see
He had a crisis of identity,
That drove him mad for all to see

He thought he was very smart,
Told a girl about his heart,
Got rejected with a snort
Got hurt as if hit by a dart.

He thought himself as a scholar,
Went online,
Pretended to be an intelligent troller,
Down went his so called fame,
When others put him to shame

He thought himself as an athlete,
Went to the track club meet,
Became as white as a sheet,
When he came last in the heats

So he gave up, stayed alone,
Shut himself forever, never to be known,
Until one day, when he realized,
Truth came unto his eyes

He went for music, dance,
He gave himself another chance,
He went for all he was good at,
Listened to his heart,
And then went his crisis of identity,
And he preserved his originality,
And lived ever after happily.

 

[Varun]

Its been a long time

Comeback

‘Twas the day when I was defeated,
Broken and utterly humiliated.
I thought nothing could cheer me up,
Life seemed listless, an empty cup

Try hard I, I never succeeded,
I am not cut out for it, I heeded,
But not any more, not any more,
I comeback to claim glory galore

I wipe my tears of frustration,
Chin up with realization,
Mistakes of the past remain put,
Not my business, they are kaput

Fears of the future, terrifying
But the present’s joy is nullifying
Tongues wag, people sway,
Another journey is underway
A comeback comes today

 

[DeletedUser8396]

Its been a long time

Comeback

‘Twas the day when I was defeated,
Broken and utterly humiliated.
I thought nothing could cheer me up,
Life seemed listless, an empty cup

Try hard I, I never succeeded,
I am not cut out for it, I heeded,
But not any more, not any more,
I comeback to claim glory galore

I wipe my tears of frustration,
Chin up with realization,
Mistakes of the past remain put,
Not my business, they are kaput

Fears of the future, terrifying
But the present’s joy is nullifying
Tongues wag, people sway,
Another journey is underway
A comeback comes today

An excellent, excellent poem to return on my friend! Very nice. One, and only one, critique: you saying 'kaput' is a bit of an informal switch that I found odd. If you can find a better fit, it may prove a better choice.

 

[Varun]

Wow, its been a long time. xD So here goes: (Oh btw, the things mentioned in the poem are in reality the things that I really like and can give me a good nap )

Sleepy Hues
The mother’s lullaby,
The breeze blowing shy,
The warm summer nights,
The cozy winter fires,
These are the sleepy hues.

The gentle spring heat,
The cricket’s musical beat,
The water’s drip-drip,
Ah the beautiful catnip,
These are the sleepy hues.

The drone of the bees,
The sound of swaying trees,
The smell of soft heather,
The green of grass in weather,
These are the sleepy hues.

The silence of a starry night,
Filled with stars – endless and bright,
Such are the sleepy hues,
Such fill me with strength, anew.

 

[Varun]

Give it a read!

Ring of Dreams

He came in, dashing and white,
Holding a box, pure and light,
He knelt down to one knee,
My heart, on a beating spree

What is this? – I thought,
I hope it’s the Ring, please God,
And my mind flashed back,
To the times gone by,
Where everything was shy,
Nothing was every dry

The walks on the beach,
Lessons, that life could teach,
All culminating,
Finally cultivating

And he opened the box,
A ring sat there, I was in a shock,
It was the same ring of the dream,
I was so happy, I could scream,
He put it on my finger,
That feeling – ever still lingers

 

[Varun]

This won me a scholar title! Thank you for the votes. <3

Summer Sings

The heat’s on,
The light is warm,
The mangoes reborn,
The mid-afternoon yawn,
That’s summer’s song.

The heather is soft,
Springy and clean,
The ‘morn sunny and preened,
The skies – a clear blue,
Spring’s son is Summer, so true.

The flowers are pleasing,
Cold – drinks become very appeasing,
True, the heat makes for heavy breathing,
But that makes our heart beating,
Blood pumps and sadness abate,
As we play under the sun,
While Summer’s awake,
And sing the song sung by the crickets,
While Summer gazes – happily at this racket.

 

[Varun]

Here ya go. (edited)

Veil of Discord

People mill about listlessly,
Staring at the truth endlessly,
But failing to see immediately,
Following the Veil restlessly

What is existence they ask?
What in the world is my task?
In endless questions they bask,
And drink false answers by the cask

It’s so simple, really
This so called reality,
Why make it seem a monstrosity?
Do understand it's simplicity

Creating a world made of integrity ,
Where everyone lives cheerfully,
The slumbering spirit rises steadfastly
Everyone gets along amicably

This is spoken seriously,
Not to be taken jokingly,
It's not an impossibility,
Remove the veil spiritedly.

 

[DeletedUser8396]

Here ya go.

Veil of Discord

People mill about listlessly,
Staring at the truth endlessly,
But failing to see immediately,
Following the Veil restlessly

What is existence they ask?
What in the world is my task?
In endless questions they bask,
And drink false answers by the cask

It’s so simple, really
This so called reality,
‘Humans’ - were made which is a plural, not a single shade
Their purpose simple and concise,
To help others for peace and to unite,

To create a world free from strafe,
To see white and good dreams to pave
A world true and just – worthy to be saved.

Very good content and observations, but I must be honest: I don't like this one after the second stanza. The shift from a 4 line to a 5 line and then back to a 3 line shouldn't have occurred. I would only recommend shifting stanza line count in the event of a extreme perspective change or major shift in the piece. As this is "only" four stanzas, you simply can't create a drastic perspective/shift worthy of the line count difference.

Similar to the above, the rhyme scheme was changed from the AAAA to an AABCC. At least keeping the 5 lines to the same rhyme scheme of AAAAA would have kept some unity. Same goes for stanza 4. I ONLY shift rhyme scheme in very long pieces (as it can be refreshing), but only if it is for something to stand apart from the general poem itself. The unity doesn't need breaking here.

All in all, not a BAD poem in the least, but, regarding the things above, it could have been significantly better and more polished.

 

[Varun]

Very good content and observations, but I must be honest: I don't like this one after the second stanza. The shift from a 4 line to a 5 line and then back to a 3 line shouldn't have occurred. I would only recommend shifting stanza line count in the event of a extreme perspective change or major shift in the piece. As this is "only" four stanzas, you simply can't create a drastic perspective/shift worthy of the line count difference.

Similar to the above, the rhyme scheme was changed from the AAAA to an AABCC. At least keeping the 5 lines to the same rhyme scheme of AAAAA would have kept some unity. Same goes for stanza 4. I ONLY shift rhyme scheme in very long pieces (as it can be refreshing), but only if it is for something to stand apart from the general poem itself. The unity doesn't need breaking here.

All in all, not a BAD poem in the least, but, regarding the things above, it could have been significantly better and more polished.

Waaaah!!! Well you are right lol. I'll edit it.

 

[DeletedUser8396]

Waaaah!!! Well you are right lol. I'll edit it.

Much improved imo

 

[Varun]

Another.

The Rift

Oh I am just fine,
But I do not understand my crime,
We both used to rhyme,
This Rift is eating our mind

We held hand and talked into the night,
The stars bright, under the moonlight,
Memories which have lost their sight,
Cannot pierce this rift so bright

It is so clear,
We used to be near,
My cheek has a tear,
My eyes sear

But I shall persevere,
This relationship, I will revere,
Emotions running severe,
The Rift is here.

 

[Varun]

Warcry

The horn sounds from the ravines deep,
The march runs, women and children weep,
Spears and swords on the heap,
Warcry is on and more souls to reap

Hearken ye! War is not to be feared,
Defend all that you hold dear,
Teach your children to be warriors,
Presence of mind matters over rapiers,

Dying is inevitable,
Grief is insurmountable,
Be brave, be strong,
Belief has never been wrong.

Today we go out to fight!
Today we go for honour,
So march on with all your might,
For peaceful lands and green peace yonder!

 

[DeletedUser8396]

Aside from the changes in rhyme scheme, I like this one

Also, one more tip: when using an AAAA rhyme scheme, I've found it better if you add some alliteration. It keeps it from being monotonous.

 

[Varun]

I tried to make this from the perspective of a freed convict. No offense to anyone.

New Life

I’m out! I’m free!
I am something to be,
I have the world to see,
All the time with me

Away from the iron bars,
Away from the reeky halls,
Away from my nightmarish sleep,
Away from the evil deep

Learnt my lesson never to forget,
Flag of pride planted on my turret,
My evil curbed and curled,
A New Life to live, a new world.