Poetry – Page 3 – Plain Jane

Author’s Note: A Tanka, is an ancient form of Japanese poetry. The poems are distributed among five lines, that follow a “5-7-5-7-7” (in total 31) syllable structure. They usually comprise several literary devices such as metaphors, similes and personification, and are generally about nature and emotions. Tanka poems typically do not consist of punctuations or capitalization of letters and also do not possess any titles. I picked up this style of poetry from an online friend from Ireland.

Micropoetry, Poetry

Blown

Posted on June 2, 2015November 24, 2019 by Jane

You cried

You cried because you’re blown just for fun

Cried because you became a mere soulless molecule

Floating around like a useless being

Because when you landed

They lifted you up

Stared at you

Sneered at you

Sneezed at you

And POOF!

You were blown again

Oh! You cried again, isn’t it?

My friend, I just wanted to ask –

Have you ever seen a dandelion cry?

~Poem 11

Have you my friend?
(Picture credits: Unknown; Source: Pinterest)

Epics, Poetry

Ode to the Fall Leaves

Posted on May 24, 2015May 24, 2022 by Jane

One of my friends once told me

There are various dimensions

To how you can love another

Citing an instance of the exquisite Fall Leaves.

From Fall to Fall, they fall

Harnessing a myriad of shades

With each shade bearing a trait

Of a particular kind of love.

The first place is ranked by

Pretty little Cherry Blossoms

Who hold more than an aesthetic delight

Albeit, less than divine ties.

And that’s exactly where and when

The magical Auburn Bricks step in

Suddenly telepathy begins to make sense

However, their spell strikes back abruptly.

Their mystic charm depletes

Leaving behind warm Sweet Ambers

Who try and heal your sensitive spots

But, you promptly seal it again.

You choose companionship o’er courtship

Letting the obsessive Mulberry Fruits crawl out

Then, ranging from slits to scars

They slide to tremendous extents.

They take offerings to the next level

And the crushed Toasted Coconuts wonder

If their sacrifices would ever turn fruitful

Or whether their sufferings are worthy enough.

She presented her theory so beautifully

That it now resides on my fingertips

Love may be quite flexible

Yet, it remains as marvellous as a mosaic.

~Poem 10

Author’s Note: Each colour of the autumn leaves have been given a name: Pink – Cherry Blossoms, Red – Auburn Bricks, Yellow – Sweet Ambers, Purple – Mulberry Fruits, Brown – Toasted Coconuts

She explained it over tea
(Picture credits: Unknown; Source: We heart it)

Epics, Poetry

Cottage

Posted on April 11, 2015August 30, 2021 by Jane

How gullible is this little empress

So unaware of these shenanigans

She embosoms a pretentious sleeping face

And nibbles at my sideburns

As she chants her dulcet hums

I capture each and every inch

Of her niveous complexion

That eclipses the spirit of wintertide

Dawn being an escape artist

Leaves her heartfelt tunes

To grow a bit morose

Because it’s time for us to run errands

For a while I’m left wondering

If in downtown we were to dwell

Would she be as doleful as she is now

Once the clock struck aubade?

Or would her doting nature

Vanish with the morning haze?

In a jiffy my thoughts are shushed down

And that’s exactly why I call her my Pumpkin

But why is she busy contemplating

On what she must prepare for grub

When she knows I will be appeased

With just some cottage cheese, tofu and malt?

The wind snatches her handmade tents

I open my semi-closed eyelids questioning her mien

Then again I grasp her natural foundation

While she finishes ruffling my hair

She nods her head sideways saying she is amused

Oh! And all along I believed she was pure blank!

“By the way, Good Morrow Dear,”

Her wordy grape-like eyes slowly speak.

Somewhere in what we call a fortress

Under the balmy skies and woven cardigans

He nestles up merrily to my embrace

With daydreams of a child, skipping about ferns

His false, heavy breaths tickle my eardrums

And simultaneously compete with our goldfinch

To win my soft chuckles and flushing reflection

However, I feel he has something to confide

His right clenched fist

Tells me his mind is forming dunes

Out of a blooming rose

Reducing our love to gerunds

But even if he kept me on a broken swing

In a deserted warehouse or a pumpkin shell

My soul would always be ready to bow

Bow down to him, just like a barricade

His head-rest, my cross-legged posture

Then guides him through this vulnerable phase

I would grab the hems of my worn-out gown

And fling all those question marks towards a bin

Now I shall carry on fixing

A somewhat banquet in our castle’s hub

And in the process of my being teased

A deep serenade comes to a halt

Glistening dewdrops bedew our hung-out garments

The ultimate incandescence also hits our screen

Brightening up our mere accommodation

Though just his view, can beat its flair

He tilts his front as if I were bemused

When actually, I hadn’t fallen prey to his prank

“Well, Good Morrow Reindeer,”

He swiftly responds, with a lopsided cheek.

~Poem 9

Cottage
(Picture credits- Nami)

Epics, Poetry

Shall we dance?

Posted on March 22, 2015August 16, 2021 by Jane

You arrived, all smirks and colognes,

A crisp button down, a contrasting necktie,

But involuntarily, you built a reflex in me

To hide my discoloured teeth,

Gather my umbrella cut creases,

And look down at crooked toes

Yet, you yanked my halterneck,

Not for a better view,

Instead to trace my bruised spine

And then to attain a perfect grip,

On a pair of drooping shoulders,

You let yourself also melt

Now ready and set to twirl me around,

You stapled that skater shift back,

And let me go about, like a spinning top

But, towards the end,

I clutched onto my sleeve,

To the much hyped, “Shall we dance?”

~Poem 8

Epics, Poetry

That "Heidi" inside you

Posted on March 13, 2015April 30, 2022 by Jane

Wipe out the mist, but condense your sight

Picture yourself standing at wuthering heights

Spring up and about, don’t stay put

Hop off your porch and go gallivanting barefoot

Gallop over the pastures like jolly fillies

Wonder what spiders have to do with lilies

Start by searching for snowdrops

Turn baskets and berries into your props

Tag along with some other species

Chase after them, then fall on your knees

Form a circle around the mighty Alp

Witness the breeze trace your scalp

Impersonate those thick clouds

While you sprawl on flowery mounds

Let the docile daisies govern your motion

And be sure to gulp down their divine potion

Open up your heart to Eastertide

Tell all the bitterness to run and hide

Gleam and rejoice with a mere pretzel

Now, impregnate that “Heidi” buried in your vessel.

~Poem 7

There is a child buried in all of us and we must set it free
(Picture credits: Unknown; Source Pinterest)

Micropoetry, Poetry

Literally

Posted on March 3, 2015November 24, 2019 by Jane

As the sun shines on everyone

On everyone but me

Jigsaws scatter again

This time with broken loops

Where rainbows have an end

And forget-me-nots lose their essence

Elastics break by pushing

And wishes die before hopes

Hour glasses halt midway

While the windchimes’ melody fades

Pebbles guide me along

To a house, but not a home

Where brackets don’t open

Let alone close

A different realm, a different outlook

Somewhere that’s me without you.

~Poem 6

In a world without you
(Picture credits: Tsurechii)

Micropoetry, Poetry

The Burning Leaf

Posted on January 3, 2015November 24, 2019 by Jane

A vermilion flame ignites,

Promising to grasp the petiole

While sailing wings grow allergic,

To the blossoms that surround

It sways and sways,

Hoping to bury the scars

The rain reminds it again,

Only to befriend the weeds

She came in with a bent stinger,

Begging and pleading for bail

The rashes had spread by then,

Ashamed by her damage,

From ruptured veins and bald sepals,

She’d maimed the heart of the leaf.

~Poem 5

Ego obsession
(Picture credits: Unknown; Source: Mobogenie)