"overthrew" poems
Before you criticize me too soon, I think you should spare some seconds and answer a simple question to yourself...
If Shahjahan loved Mumtaz Mahal so much, why he had a harem of wives to use at his own pleasure?
While I agree that the Taj Mahal is arguably the most extraordinarily beautiful monument in the world, I don't agree upon the fact that it was built as a tomb of love. It is just a symbol of madness if you asked me. An emperor's insecure feeling to get his name registered in the history books. While it may be one of the most beautiful architectural monument, it was built by over 20,000 architects, craftsmen, masons and engineers who took over 16 years to build the magnificent building.
He got this apparently high & prestigious monument of love built but everything that the Emperor did was not pleasant at all.
° The lavishly living Mughal Emperor spent all his - his subjects' money into building this monument of love instead of keeping his subjects well-fed.
° Mumtaz Mahal might have been the luckiest woman to have died and got such a marvelous building built as her mausoleum but she died giving birth to her & Shahjahan's 17th offspring and then Shahjahan who had uncountable other wives was inspired by her demise apparently to undertake what is termed as the biggest project in history build the costliest monument proclaiming his rule.
° The arrogant - falsely proud lover - Mughal emperor didn't know that what he thought to be looked at as the greatest symbol of love will be criticized by some poet in his own land nearly 375 years later. The insane Mughal Emperor got all the builders of the Taj Mahal's fingers cut-off of so that there could be no other Taj Mahal.
But Aurangzeb, his & Mumtaz Mahal's son overthrew his power when Shahjahan got older and locked him up in a jail at the other end of Yamuna river where the emperor then died a sad old lovelorn bedlamite person in prison. Aurangzeb was the exact opposite of his dad, he showed religious intolerance and his habits drove the empire towards its doom after his death.
But let me think this way; when I look at any picture of the Taj Mahal, what I get the first thing in mind is this: Such a CRAZY emperor who got such a beautiful monument of Egotism built!
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 11:23 AM UTC
Onam Reminds
Onam reminds me of the venomous mind
That overthrew a just ,kind king ,unkind
Aryan imperialism subjugating the Dravid
The white over the black , dark apartheid
Justice of the black is unjust for the white
A matter of jealousy, dissatisfaction and fight.
For the British, Indians were raw to be refined
As Allopaths frown upon Ayurvedics as bad.
But, what is the truth? think of the covered past
Weigh evidences: from history, literature and art
Of all non-whites; really, they were and are super
In many respects, hence, awake from your stupor.
India shall not be a kite of any ruler outside
No race is Blessed to override anyone beside;
Almighty considers all equals - by their deeds
It is That, that fosters all by weighing our deeds.
When greed of man rudely jeopardizes the Nature
Nature jeopardizes human life, making a fracture.
Torrential rain or draught is a positive measure
Applied by It on earth (as earth-quake) to treasure.
Man like Vamana tries to grow and measure the earth
Other planets ,heaven or hell to exploit Nature’s wealth
As Jehovah ,the Almighty, Brahma, or Allah, the Cause
Of that Pulsation is everywhere, beware man! and pause!
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 3:55 AM UTC
*Clouds are as thin as satin
The cool breeze caresses our faces
Millions of stars gleam so bright
Like no other I describe the night
There I see your eyes ever so pretty
Jaw-dropped as they look at mine
Your face defines such beauty
That It cursed me with dementia
Your lips is as red as velvet
Cured my color blindness
As they move as you speak
I can't respond, I'm tongue-tied
The warmth of your embrace
Overthrew the coldness afar
As both our eyes collides
I fell more in love with you
I stare in your lips one more time
For they kept me in astonishment
Oh I really wanted to kiss them
Yet I can't cause I can't
I know that time will come
All I have to do is to keep my faith
Under this bright blue moon
I promise, with all my heart, I will wait*
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
i am not sure of what i am supposed to believe
am i supposed to listen to the sway of the trees
or the buzzing of the bees
i am not sure of what will happen in
two minutes or even three
i am not sure of what will happen to
you and me
can things ever go back to how they used to be
when simplicity overthrew
the torrent storms
of insanity
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
When I say everything is crashing to pieces,
Falling apart before my very unadulterated eyes,
I don't mean it as a metaphor.
No. I mean things are literally breaking to bits.
When I say everything is crashing to pieces, I mean
With every step I take across this suspension bridge, I can feel the ground give way to my weight and endlessly tumble and twist toward its impending demise to the unsuspecting ground below. (Albeit, it has yet to have trouble with the racing automobiles wizzing past me with a taunting doppler)
When I say everything is crashing to pieces, I mean
I have the Midas touch.
Only, when things come in brief contact with my fare skin, they need not turn into gold but rather chaos.
When I say everything is crashing to pieces, I mean
With every flip of the switch comes an explosion of glass bits and fiery yellow sparks shooting awry (give my thanks to the short fuse)
When I say everything is crashing to pieces, I mean
I attempt to live out my usual ordinary uneventful lifestyle, and I leave a wake of destruction in my route to the corner store! (Remind me to apologize to the florist- I'll have to get him some newly birthed petunias)
When I say everything is crahsing to pieces, I mean
I fear cutting onions lest the knife get fed up with being dulled by various vegitables and find its way to my throat, holding me hostage in the kitchen via blade tip to jugular
When I say everything is crashing to pieces, I mean
I would be far from surprised if the monsters under the bed had a mutiny and overthrew their sane captain who keeps them from overturning my mattress every night, bless him
When I say everything is crashing to pieces,
Falling apart before my very mundane eyes, I don't mean it figuratively.
No. Things are literally breaking into tiny wooden splinters.
But don't you for a second dilute your mind into thinking this bothers me in any way.
I've learned to just let the pieces fall where they may
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
The ******* contest continues
Blame another for economic failure
Can't be hypocrisy can it?
Starving armies believing propaganda
Unable to see the first world
If only they knew and overthrew
Would be so much less bloodshed
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 8:23 PM UTC
Now, I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the lord of song
With nothing on my tongue but hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Songwriters: Leonard Cohen
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC
*Once upon a time,
there was a me and you,
happiness rang like chimes,
and our smiles did so too.
No bizarre moment flared,
nor sadness overthrew,
we were simply scared,
that our feeling'll be *******
They named us liar and a fake,
cause we seemed too perfect,
so for our own sake,
we pretended there was no effect.
Yet a little too late were we,
to realize the truth of us all,
so desperate to suppress what we see,
that didn't notice we had fall.
We swayed and drifted,
and parted with a crime,
that scarred as we shifted,
but that was just once upon a time.*
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
*Inspiration hath spoken to me, in my loner nights dreamless nights of woe,
"thou shalt write this, take it as thine next poem, the next about her in row!
Thou shalt take it easy, her sublime beauty, thy cause of awe".
Make it thus as a masterpiece of beauty, a reflection of her countenance for which my wicked desires bow.
Her eyes begged me, her lips thrived me, that smile made it all come slow,
To a pen and a piece of paper here I am to share and show,
How deemed my soul is with affection and inspiration she overthrew,
Whelming my feelings, as another string, many strings tied to her bow.*
© copy right protected
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
With the Voyager’s wind at our back,
hear me say: HALLELUJAH!
It’s right here—all the love that ever was—
on a pale blue dot, suspended in a sunbeam.
(Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya.)
Here. Home. The true and only one.
Half a pixel in a wash of darkened gray.
Dark like the soil of land weeping life.
Dark like grief. Dark like the space between
fires on a cold and a broken night.
Hear me say: HALLELUJAH!
You have soil under your nails, and
a fire in your soul. Carry it steadfast,
and with caution. Honor its burn.
Bow not to a darkness that merely seems strong.
You are stronger. You, plus me. And yours.
And mine. And theirs. And theirs.
(I used to live alone before I knew ya.)
Like fruits and the trees, we cry when clawed.
Our awe. Our agony. Our awakening.
Hear us say: HALLELUJAH!
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC
I am king
of Wal-mart,
sitting high
in throne of $70 wicker chair.
“ this is
my kingdom. “
the toy aisle
thinks me a tyrant,
the way I bend
and break its barbies.
“ son,
we have to get going, “
dad says,
so I exile him,
plastic sword pointed
to his back.
“ no more
of your shouting! “
I live here now,
ruler of spoiling dairy.
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
In our small little peaceful village North of the mountains. We found a new way to live. We got away from the Red voice army and made a new life. We all lost someone to the R.V.A. They were ruthless and wanted everyone and everything for themselves. They overthrew all governments of the world 50 years ago. They had super advanced weapons and just a group of them could take out an army.
They called themselves the Red voice army because of a certain weapon they use. It is a sort of mini rail gun the emits a powerful wave of red energy. The sound it makes sounds like a wicked scream. What ever the red energy passes through will leave behind only ash. Nothing has been able to stand up to it. None of them can be killed because of a strange suit they ware. No bullet or explosion can break through their suit.
It was a beautiful April day. It had stormed early this morning and now the sun and raindrops color the grass. One of the new villagers who arrived a month ago was walking alone in the grass. His name was Dalis. He stood 6'11 and must of weighed over 280lbs. He was one of the best builders we had. But kept to himself. A group of us went down to the river to collect water and and hopefully catch some fish. It was then we heard the red scream. They had found us!
Everyone in the village was at a panic. There was no where to run. They had us surrounded. I looked toward the fields and saw Dalis. In front of him were 2 R.V.A soldiers. I then saw a red flash and heard a red scream. Dalis had turned into ash.
They gathered us all up. Deciding who would die and who would serve them. The old folk were going to be the first to die. They only wanted young bodies to do their labor. They lined up all the elders. Pointed their weapons. But before they could fire, a blaze of endless lightning danced around the fields. Strange thing was there was not a cloud in the sky. The lightning was coming from Dalis's ashes. His ashes begin to glow blue. And in a magnificent flash of blue light stood Dalis. He wore a strange beautiful blue armor. There were red screams everywhere. All the R.V.A soldiers fired their weapons at Dalis. But had no effect at all. Dalis walked toward all the soldiers. He then held his hand toward the sky and a bolt of lightning struck it leaving behind a lance made out of lightning and some kind of metal. He killed all the soldiers in an instant but left one alive. He told them to go back and tell the R.V.A that he is coming for all of them. The soldier left running!
Dalis, He came from the lightning. Or from somewhere else. There is no more R.V.A. Dalis made sure of that. We are at peace now. We never saw Dalis again. But the lightning storms remind me of him.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 11:35 AM UTC
Charlie was my friend, he was a chef
Then packed everything in to play saxaphone
When he played the universe stopped to listen
But ****** was claiming him, this he overthrew
In favour of wine
One day on a beaten track I found him sleeping
A woman had told me to beware the *****
She stood at the top to watch me walk past
So that I'd be safe.
I saw my friend and sat down, we smoked a smoke
Talked of old times
Fields on either side and the woman
Stood in amazement until I waved to say it was all alright
One night I was sleeping and woke in the dark
Charlie was saying "Wake up wake up"
The wind was howling outside
He took hold of my shoulders and shook me awake
I said
**** off Charlie, I'm trying to sleep"
Turned over and closed my eyes.
I found out a few days later
He'd died that night
In another place far from me
Of a final old times shot
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 4:53 AM UTC
I know you're somewhere out there, laying in bed without me.
My heart is silently cracking.
As my tears drown me in my room.
Do you still love me?
I still love you
I can't breathe, my heart overthrew my brain a long time ago.
Now they're constantly at war as I tear my self apart. Every tear is truly my fault.
The pain is too much for me, can we just snuggle for the night?
Or maybe just until my hands get warmer.
And my heart starts it's regular pace once more?
I miss you.
I'm not sure as to whether or not you still miss me, because after all I was the one who broke it.
I tore your heart to pieces as my mind crashed.
Should I call?
No. The sound of your voice to my ear will be overwhelming.
I don't want you to know how weak I am.
I don't want you to know of the fault that lie in my plan.
I messed up.
Are those the correct words that I am supposed to use?
I still love you.
And though I seemed so confident, I broke down as soon as I was out of the door.
And with each day alone my heart is slowly breaking, like a wine glass being dropped onto the pavement.
Please save me
I know I'm not one for asking, but you have my heart in a knot and my mind scrambled like puzzle pieces.
I remembered the day so vividly.
I'm at the beach dancing in my overused sweater though it's the coldest night of winter , there you sit, trying to get the sand out of your shoe. You look up at me."You're truly beautiful." You said at a random.
And even thinking about it now makes my heart clench and my bones shatter as I sit in this dark bedroom.
Ripping myself into pieces, as I relive the memories we once shared.
I'm still in love with you
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC
Well, your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 4:03 AM UTC
the first
was a backseat freestyle
half-Catholic, half-alcoholic
rampaged my underage
with whiskey and wallet,
a secret
only until
the second
alexander the great
undefeated in battle
he knew my worth
but not its weight
the third
disguised as hymn
soaked our nest in sin
led me in a prayer every night
baptizing my body with his white
the fourth
****** me like corpse
gold cross beat collarbone
and hands like Caesar
overthrew me
into
the fifth
traced the contours
of my wrists
he was a righteous king
until
“this will feel good”
robbed me of
my womanhood
the sixth
looked at me
like I was the sky over Judah
vowed to be loyal
crowned me royal
then stormed my capital
at dusk
the seventh
rough and
in Hebrew tongue
“this is the first time
i’ve done this sober
in awhile”
the eighth
graced me
with misogynist faith
made me kneel
until my knees
were just bruises
on his floorboards
the ninth
warrior’d his way
into my walls
a Trojan prince
who could’ve cared
less about the outcome
of a broken one
these are
the nine good men
who i let hero-storm
my temple with their chivalry
inside-out my worth
into bible verse
crucified by ignorant white
i actually believed by some light or reason
that a man might cleanse me of my demons
i tried to love each of them
like i’d never known broken
tried to marry my wounds
into Magdalene
moaning a beggar’s cry:
treat me like new, brand new!
untouched, like virtue
us, we, come together are purity!
but they had all been in search of their sin
from the beginning
nine worthies
who made the rules
only so they could know where to
break them
all religious
all deemed / worthy
praised / King
self-proclaimed / God
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 8:55 PM UTC
She talked to me today.
Why, I’ve made so many mistakes.
It hurt so much when she revealed them.
But today… today she redeemed them.
With just her words, on my cellular device,
Telling me everything’s cool, and genuinely interested,
She laughed and acted as she knew me.
And something beyond joy, beyond happy overthrew me.
Its not love, at least I think it not,
She’s already denied me, and I guess that’s alright.
But sometimes late at night, I find myself thinking and perhaps hoping,
That’s we’ll play 20 questions again, and we’ll go back to the beginning.
She’s so **** and ******
Her curves like the fire bending out from the sun,
Warm. Too hot.
It melts me just thinking about them.
I wanna feel her, inside and out.
Maybe its plainly ****** maybe not.
She can make me so glad, and so disappointed,
Not in her, but myself, and the failures I’ve created.
But I guess its okay.
Because today she talked to me.
Apr 1, 2010
Apr 1, 2010 at 7:17 PM UTC
The reign of the monarch Queen Amber
Was not in the least case mature.
When she needed a nap,
She’d rule with a slap,
So her mother up and overthrew her.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 9:33 AM UTC
There's nothing to see but abandon
Humans had nests everywhere, still away they flew
There's no civilization except evolved bloodlust organisms
Apocalypsing that which we once knew
With nothing on creatures except ruined skin and spores
Plant-infested creatures and beings - the outbreak was too quick and too new
There's no chance of survival except one-in-a-million
Too many victims from when everything overgrew
There's no way to shelter but running
From the terrible undead truth
There's no way to defend but attack
It's what everyone now has to do
There's no way to cope with the knowledge
When you finally figure out the clue
There's no way to fight once you finally know
What exactly you're fighting through
There's no way to stay in order
All survivors desiring 'He overthrew'
There's no warning when they make their strike
Distracted by your infighting, they bit with the venom of yew
There's no hope when the infection spreads further
Into the ranks of your few
There's no more love from a friendship of years
When from her mouth, poison and blood start to spew
There's nowhere to escape when they come again
The most intelligent of them have come for you
There's no way to survive but sacrifice
Let them throw your bones in their stew
There's no way to live but die
This way, you will be born anew
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
*hallelujah. .....
There was a sacred bird above
That knew the secrets of all love
But when he sang the music
Only fooled you
The music left broken sighs
With teardrops flowing from your eyes
And a bitter tasting hallelujah
I saw you walking in the mist
No words spoken when we kissed
The beauty overthrew you
You clipped my eagles wings
Made a prisoner of all kings
Your honeyed lips sang hallelujah
Lady I have seen before
The prisons of a bedroom floor
The victory banner in your eyes
Chains built of **** sighs
loves not a war to win and rule you
Its broken wings wailing hallelujah
Once you told me all you know
Now thats a side you never show
Remember when I lived in you
The sacred bird was singing too.
And every kiss was hot and true
Inside my heart was singing too
A mellow song of hallelujah
Now the tunes a bitter song
Wrecked broken all gone wrong
Loves a broken sinking ship
With bitterness left on my lips
Its a jest of god to fool you
All thats left a faded song
With broken promises on my tongue
With the icy wind wailing hallelujah*
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
this is a kind of torn i have yet to experience.
i felt the floor give way underneath us.
i just continued falling.
it seems thats how it always plays out.
i've lost sight of what has been mapped out for me,
looks like i'll create my own drawings
i thought that i could handle that,
but then i found myself on the warpath.
-tears fall from my eyes in the dark, in the dark.
flames burn me alive, in the dark, in the dark.
it's colorless at night, so no one can see of me this side.
but i'm not laughing, i'm not smiling in the dark, in the dark.
i don't know the meaning of the words i spill here.
painting the walls with colors that are unheard of.
we have built bridges from then to now, i see them,
so who set fire because theyre burning their way backwards now.
and i'll never know the words to say to explain whats couring through my veins.
but god, how could i allow this scenery to go and change.
i created this world for myself, and sat on my golden throne,
so who overthrew me, and left me in the cold?
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 11:03 PM UTC
reach over breathe breath mouth open
spit
grabbed he overthrew
overcome
demon dark fiend
hand to devil neck jaw pressed
gaze swooned monster eyes fixate
little silver star bronze barred soft peach
growling hairs inhabiting smooth chin
gulp
beat
moans escape through gritted teeth
eyes roll back into teary sockets
teeth sink into peach
soft fuzz sweaty
pull pulp pound
honey eyes conquered.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
Inner truth, enlighten me
For I know not what to say
Emotions, overeagerly,
Enticing disarray
Until the words I saw so clear
Entagle in the web
Held captive only oh so near
To a freely flowing ebb
For when it all falls down again
There are no words to say
For tears scream louder once again
While stealing sane away
As everything I thought I knew
Begins to realign
It took its cue and overthrew
My calm and peace of mind
Until the words I long to touch
Slip sweetly, yet away
The colours and the flavors
Such a vast array of gray
And only my frustration
Comes to blindly lead the way
Both my sin and my salvation
In tomorrow's yesterday
As in each end and in each close
A new beginning opens
It sheds its light unto the woes
Of tragedies unspoken
Revealing every inner night
To crawl before the sun
As every shrouded, desperate plight
Begins to come undone
In the cycle of my sadness
Melting into joy, then pain
In each yesterday's tomorrow
With each memory that remains
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 7:33 AM UTC
Sweeping shadows encircle the sky
As waning beams flee the scene
The daylight now begins to die
Havoc breaches the peaceful screen
Round about the celestial throne
They trod to find the sacred zone
Turning twisting once and twice
Sometimes three or four to suffice
Having gone so far and wide
They vowed to rest and renew
But who knew who was on his side
For their leader they overthrew
Victory!they screamed and cried
Victory! Is all that we require
But who believed that leader lied
And all were burnt in the fire
Round about the celestial throne
They wander all night and day
Trodding to find the cursed zone
Their journey put on replay
Round about the celestial throne
Ghosts inhabit the road
Pondering about the ****** zone
And all those who mount on board
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC