Best Complicated Poems

No earthquake, no thunder, no volcanic eruption
Or even there was not any of other natural calamities,
A sudden loud sound broke out all through the bush
With whizzing, shuddering, cracking, tearing, echoing,
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First, her tippet made of tulle,
easily lifted off her shoulders and laid
on the back of a wooden chair.
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All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
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I am ill today but I am not
too ill. I am not ill at all.
It is a perfect day, warm
for winter, cold for fall.
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A stream flowing through the old oak tree is still alive.
The heart of the forest (wood which has lived to long it is, unexpected obstacle, this living log
and complicated cover which I lowered)
of rich redwood of old green growth
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Perhaps it's no more than the fire's reflection
on some piece of gleaming furniture
that the child remembers so much later
like a revelation.
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St. John of the Cross wore dark glasses
As he passed me on the street.
St. Theresa of Avila, beautiful and grave,
Turned her back on me.
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Not that it was beautiful,
but that, in the end, there was
a certain sense of order there;
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Mean while the heinous and despiteful act
Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how
He, in the serpent, had perverted Eve,
Her husband she, to taste the fatal fruit,
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From his shoulder Hiawatha
Took the camera of rosewood,
Made of sliding, folding rosewood;
Neatly put it all together.
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I am leading a quiet life
in Mike’s Place every day
watching the champs
of the Dante Billiard Parlor
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Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to the North of the Weald of Sussex. Time, an Afternoon in April, 1793.


Long wintry months are past; the Moon that now
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Rejection is pain
pure and simple
impure and complicated
doesn't matter
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My dear friend,
I haven’t told you this,
I always guess that people know,
But you are a part of my existence,
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Searching words in puzzle mazes
Guessing letters in cryptic phrases
Solving clues across and down
Mixing jumbles with pronouns
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When it hurts so bad,
why does it feel so good?
I wish this all made sense,
I wish I understood.
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Stollen moments in the night as
the kaddie dids were singing
We danced to their music
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        Spring
Up, up you go, you must be introduced.
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You are what I love
And crave for so badly that nothing's ever enough.
Somehow creeping to my head,
that it's for the best of me.
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God has a complicated plan
Of which I am his one true fan
He thought it over, through and through
And decided I should be with you
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(March 4, 1913)


Thine aid, O Muse, I consciously beseech;
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The garnet is a complicated and lesser known gemstone. There is a Family of Garnets (seven major classifications) and they are all very hard glassy silicates. They contain a variety of metals and have a wide colour range from black to colourless. Some rare forms of Garnet are more valuable than diamonds.

Garnet - crystal structure rhombic
Deep red - orange - yellow - purple
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Vincent could not understand what happened.
He shouted out: "Kay! Kay! Don't run away! "
The sound of Vincent's voice terrified Kay, even more.
She ran very fast, holding her son in her arms.
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A deep love
Within,
Sometimes my words
Come out to breath
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Arthur didn't see it,
His back was to the sky.
They looked to the Heavens,
Expecting then to die.
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Strong Son of God, immortal Love,
Whom we, that have not seen thy face,
By faith, and faith alone, embrace,
Believing where we cannot prove;
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Threads of time unraveling, through my nervous fingers,
Veil of sadness and darkness lingers,
A few sweet moments drop from sunny skies,
So many corrupt and mischievous lies,
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Two dumpy women with buns were drinking coffee
In a narrow kitchen—at least I think a kitchen
And I think it was whitewashed, in spite of all the shade.
They were flat brown, they were as brown as coffee.
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Observe the dying father speak:
Try, lads, can you this bundle break?
Then bids the youngest of the six
Take up a well-bound heap of sticks.
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Wol’s nephew had found a piece of torn paper in the Wood, which said ‘Truth is…’ and took it back, rather wet and smudgy, to Wol.

Word got around that Wol’s nephew, who was learning to read, had asked Wol what came next… However, most of the Animals were not very interested, as they went about their busy lives.
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In January 1902, Mileva gave birth to a baby girl,
In her parent's home in Novi Sad, Hungary.
Though Albert was not present,
Through a letter from Mileva's father,
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This poem
was about to speak to you
assuming that there is a you right there and now
but
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If you're anxious for to shine in the high aesthetic line, as a man
of culture rare,
You must get up all the germs of the transcendental terms, and
plant them everywhere.
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The secret of happiness is not hidden behind the distances of perfection
Nor in posessing dozens of gold and wealth
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I can’t live without you.
Is it a complicated statement?

You ask me…
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Life was different
from then to now.
You can get away
with things easily.
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DRAMATIS PERSONAE

GODS
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‘A sonnet for lovers’
(‘Dedicated to the one I love’)

It’s the simple things
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last night, the moon was full
and the bridges were lit. you
were out scavenging, as usual,
under bridges and beneath the moon.
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The plight of modern education,
Is much more complicated than some imagined.

You see at first,
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Now, on P-H's Add New Poem page, I see something new.
This site presents an example of 'how a poem usually looks'.
I suppose PH is really trying to be Helpful for me & FOR YOU,
but IS IT what a publisher would dare offer to authors of books?
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Life is an enigma! Who knows what it is and why it is,
Where do we come from and where are we unto.
What happened yesterday is past, and remains a fact;
But we live only today, this very moment.
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The mirror and I have this relationship
complicated as can be;
sometimes my shadow it is
non-consequential.
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The soil which we plant our seeds
beautifully dangerous, remarkable creatures
strangely complicated, a delicate rare breed
shelters, nurturers, the definition of strength and warmth
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In the garden of the Virgins, that is, The garden of the House of the Vestals
(Your sweater draped across your shoulders As the narrow chill of the evening
Began to ribbon the Forum) , you walked With your head down, silent, a little amused,
But silent. Whatever else exists In the daily mystery of service & denial
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Titling something I've Always Wanted to Title Something
The Forest of Sadness is one thing but titling
something I've Always Wanted to Title Something
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Gathered around a big table, … just look at each other faces
We were thinking about the humanity? For sure not! What were we thinking about?
A person was writing about his own experiences, another was writing about his or her old love,
There was a person who was writing about a broken heart, and the other was writing about the freedom of us
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10 sep 08
For Li.

Women are an awful lot
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When you get an attitude and you don't wanna talk.
When you get tempermental wit me I just go for a walk.
When life and your job has got you down.
If you need somebody to take it out on.
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Depressions are the games of minds…
A journey through the eyes of the believer
Soul breaking is sometimes so awful
Brave on… and face the odds upfront
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Life is like a wind,

It snaps away another shot in a minute,
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We are only teens,
we don't see life in your eyes,
we have our own personallity,
we have our own opinion,
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SCENE I

SCENE: The saddling paddock at a racecourse.
Citizens, Battlers, Toffs, Trainers, Flappers, Satyrs, Bookmakers and Turf Experts.
Enter Shortinbras, a Trainer, and two Punters.

FIRST PUNTER: Good Shortinbras, what thinkest thou of the Fav'rite?
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I.
Biggs was missing: Biggs had vanished; all the town was in a ferment;
For if ever man was looked to for an edifying end,
With due mortuary outfit, and a popular interment,
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In boundless mercy, the Redeemer left,
The bosom of his Father, and assumed
A servant's form, though he had reigned a king,
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We roam about the countryside
And view the farmlands rolling wide
A picture surely this of peace, of planty.
We mark within these sylvan scenes
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You made me rub you
I didn't want to do it
I didn't want to do it
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Why try to understand the things that only take place in our heads
Why try to solve the riddles that cannot be undone
Why suffer on this planet just to leave everything behind one day
Why try to find a reason not to end it all today
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Sometimes, when I am all alone with my thoughts
I will suddenly look inside myself, and find nothing.
But then the smell of your hair or the sound of your voice
would rise up from the depths of my being
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Up at twelve
Pencil in hand
Boredom overcoming my brain
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Tanka: Human Mind
(Tanka consists of 31 syllables connecting to make one story

The human mind is
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When I worked in the bookstore in Berkeley,
upstairs some woman would sing, alluring
as lava, husky as tar, sometimes it'd be
a whole band driving us a little crazy
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Bri's quest to be a poet-different on P H does survive.
NOW, a fine new idea, for showcases, does, to me, arrive.
In the new month of JUNE I'll display only female works,
and hope, to me, it brings MANY attractive P H Perks.
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Wars round the corner, wars at every bend
Could it be that all this warring would never ever end?
Why can't we borrow love and peace too learn to lend?
For peaceloving persons wars are hard to comprehend
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Continuous work in progress....

Life, Love...Death
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She gave me birth and without warning
she left this earth, to see her placed in
in that dirt was the worst or was it when
I was following that ugly black hurist?
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Beauty's a word
With ambiguity
Conjuring images of vivid shades
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Sunshine is polishing so fine, over this sweet land,
With a shimmer that glimmers like golden sand,
The sun is like a giant, overripe peach,
Dripping with strong rays,
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Purpose and plan is in his mind
Complicated map is in your hand
The way is narrow and door is locked
Where to start and how to end
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Time trapped me into its web
Tides swept me into its swirl.
Situation fenced my thoughts and over powered me.
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The season turned like the page of a glossy fashion magazine.
In the park the daffodils came up
and in the parking lot, the new car models were on parade.
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It boots not to retrace the path
To ages dim and hoar,
When Man, at the domestic hearth,
First learned the art of war,
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The Chance Operations Of The World Literature Into A Verse Paragraph
10 January, 2019

In the attempt to define the term 'literature', one can distinguish between two general directions: a broad and a narrow definition. The broad definition incorporates everything that has been written down in some form or another, i.e., all the written manifestations of a culture (hence, there are terms such as 'research literature', 'the literature on civil rights', etc.) . Needless to say that such a broad definition is problematic as it does not really facilitate communication about the topic. Furthermore, this concept neglects the fact that in many cultures in the past and for a number of indigenous peoples today, literature has not been captured in written media but has been passed down in a long oral tradition of storytelling, myths, ritual speeches, etc. Attempts to come up with a narrow definition have, however, led to such a diversity of approaches that one can hardly talk about 'the' narrow definition. Nevertheless, it is possible to sift out some of the criteria scholars have applied in order to demarcate 'literary texts' from 'non-literary texts'. These criteria include:
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Blink Of An Eye

For,
in the blink of an eye
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Introductory Poem:


Poems From PH Poets Of The Indian Subcontinent
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I admire so, poets with imagery.
And fascinating allegories.
But me? I'm still a starter.
Far from being a departer.
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Up on the roof of our house
I saw the bird that I had never seen
Of colors of the rainbow
And of unbelievably tiny size
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Me
A simple word
Yet at the same time
Complicated
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Should we follow!
Saturday,29th January 2022
Should we follow the jungle rules?
and make ourselves look a fool
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It was a complicated matrimonial case
They had arranged a divorce suit
Father and mother had decided to live separately.
To win the divorce case the lawyers of both side
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Oh, voice mail.
Ok, I just wanted you to know
that when you come over
be ready
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Mommy Olivia once asked
to her five years old daughter and said,
'Vanessa, what's life? '
Vanessa pout then smiled
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I wrote you this song
In the simplest rhyme and form
Cause you see
Not everything has to be
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I am back again with a new thought and new frame of mind and emotions....because for me without feeling anything I just can't write and I want to jot down the thoughts which are disturbing me right now......I was wondering what love is....Why is the range of love so restricted....Love is not about a man and woman relationship.As I thought, I found my thoughts in a far wider horizon where I was breathing liberally cauze ultimately I snapped ties with the one feeling called love towards your man.....Love has more wider range and perspective...After snapping out of a deep rooted emotional relationship I was able to look at love with a different perspective. The love for your God, the love for your country, the love for the nature the love for the people you hardly know...Love..such a beautiful emotion... suffocated in few relationships where you neither get to breathe nor express because of possesivness which is very harmful in a relationship. A relationship where you are ruled and dominated and ultimately you land up snapping out of every other relationship, which was your lifeline at certain juncture of your life.....

We see families breaking up, we see marriages breaking up just because one is insecure about the person they love and try to bind them with demanding promises.....I discovered this in my long journey of complicated relationships. One has to give space, freedom of thoughts, respect the other person...otherwise your so called love life will just crash very badly.Later on it will be just a relationship of compromises and adjustments as you can't come out of the suffocating relationship because of the families, society n children who always keeps an unwanted marriage bound..Sad indeed...but that's the truth of life..
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‘’I ‘’ is the ego
The most complicated thing in life
Handle it with much care
The source of anger
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Not too long ago in our not so distant past, There existed something we worshiped, something that seemed to last, Everyone seemed to have it,

It wasn't just for the coveted few! People were ecstatic and teachers got their do!
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Those burdens are heavy
the pressure is felt
the stress is in layers
all cards have been delt
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I said I'll write...
And for the first time...
I couldn't think of words to say...
I couldn't find something to help...
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Beauty....(2)

beauty lies in the eyes of the one who loves
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Dark labirynth your snaky paths of sentiments.
How to orient exit's great stride
towards the world of measures and weights,
world you never were fond of
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Inamoratas, with an approbation,
Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.
He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a cat
Tawny, reluctant, royal. He is fat
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She says she doesn’t, he says he doesn’t
says he wants freedom yet his mind can’t let go
She’s not there, now and again she is
Says she needs romance but he has too much passion
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How I can pretend the feeling...
Of what ever I am concealing...
Inside this heart that I should say...
But I thought it would just go away...
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Life was different
from then to now.
You can get away
with things easily.
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These are poems from a parallel contest that I ran on PoetrySoup where I also post my own poetry. I have been given permission by each of the winning authors to post their poems on Poemhunter.com. Hopefully PoemHunter will not object and appreciate the additional exposure that this innovation gives them as well. I will eventually make a small comment on each of these fine poems. Please be patient! : -)

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Tie for 1st Place - 3 Winners
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I know
You have told me the truth.....
The absolute truth,
It is most precious for me
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The Moon, the Sun or Stars,
gives naturally lights
that shines!
.. but in some ways
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When I asked her
A complicated question
Her scorching silence
Burnt me to ashes
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If we don't REALLY HURT BAD every so often we won't appreciate it when life is grand.
Love is complicated
Love is confusing
Love is pain
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With a twinkle in his eye my guru says
there is no risk, fantasize as much as
you want, indeed, I smile happily, then
I had better get busy with my fantasy
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