Ovi Poetry

The goal is less than the journey

Geetha B Love, Ovi Poetry, Poems, Poesia, Poetry 
The goal is less than the journey
10 May 2025
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We toil through light of the day
first eager then bent by dismay
thoughts racing for mind to relay
to our hearts that sort them softly

All negatives we put to rest
To keep of life but a fine zest
To overcome the fiery test
We voice strong what we want to change

No day passed by without a word
Tis more the soul than ear that heard
soft psalms sent to Gods we revered
on knees in penance for hurt caused

The angels gather our secrets
both the hopes and bitter regrets
while the mind keeps sinking and frets
they build cocoons around our frames

Through it all your body is near
forging happiness out of fear
a vision of beauty so clear
Your nearness is like a whisper

Feeling your touch my heart takes flight
flux upwards of utmost delight
sailing within shades of the light
The goal is less than the journey


Written in the context of Ronovan writes Ovi Poetry using the word “flight” as inspiration. For more information and other poems you can follow this link https://ronovanwrites.com/2025/05/07/ovi-poetry-99-flight-is-your-inspiration/

Reading of the poem:
Francis Goya - Dance me to the end of Love

More skulls in the ice to bury

Geetha B Death, Ovi Poetry, Poems, Poesia, Poetry 
More skulls in the ice to bury
10 April 2025
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I walked alone in ice-clad plains
my hands upwards met with black rains
my body from them filled with stains
for clouds never announced downpour

I dragged with me my memories
through highways carved in skulls with ease
the snow seeping from brow to crease
the faces long gone never shirked

My twin within me waved and smiled
She was a creature of the wild
Her charm all mankind had beguiled;
her tall stature kept them at bay

We spoke the language of the land
its heart beating under our hand
echo for those who understand
Will the Earth remember our names?

The ice heaved thrice under the sky
our wings fluttered eager to fly
we took a breath prepared to cry;
on cheeks crystals dropped so painful

From horizons came with flurry
black hordes running in a hurry
more skulls in the ice to bury
frozen lands cracked open to fire

Written in the context of Ronovan writes Ovi Poetry challenge using the word "understand" as inspiration. For more information and to check out other contributions use this link. https://ronovanwrites.com/2025/04/09/ovi-poetry-95-understand-is-your-inspiration/ 

Reading of the poem:
All that is left is Sky (Official Music Video) - Azam Ali

As the light enters our bosoms

Geetha B Ovi Poetry, Poems, Poesia, Poetry, Winter 
As the light enters our bosoms
19 January 2025
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Tales, one winter, had to be told
of rivers twining of the old
where highest of heat meets the cold
where struck in the head he’s revealed

The Beast is given chance to sway
millions of men just charmed away
serpents slithering find a way
blackbirds flying in sky tremble

Trumpets will sound as he’d be sworn
while purple and black would be worn
their heads then lighter should be shorn
a ritual to be unveiled

A ceremony from times past
as black pope dark shadows would cast
dancing in jigs they would go fast
round and round in circles of blue

We face them now in squares of pink
Though the dark fears our minds would sink
we retrieve ourselves from the brink
where we were facing gaping wound

We’ll find a way to mend the rift
some place to cry and pause to lift
the hearts that weighed and turned adrift
as the light enters our bosoms


Written in the context of Ronovan writes Ovi poetry challenge using the word “lift” as inspiration. For more poems and information on the poetry form, follow this link: https://ronovanwrites.com/2025/01/15/ovi-poetry-challenge-83-lift-is-your-inspiration/

Reading of the poem:
Jocelyn Pook - Masked Ball

Their bodies were robbed of free will

Geetha B Awakening, Memories, Ovi Poetry, Poems, Poesia, Poetry 
Their bodies were robbed of free will
8 January 2025
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Lily white scattered memories
played in my head wooden stories
contours so light for soul to tease
when why what, questions still burning

Inner turmoil kaleidoscope
like a drowning man thrown a rope
writings on the wall help me cope 
whispers of thoughts rise to wake me

I start remembering the scene
The acting of it so obscene
replacement actors never seen
outer shell same, inner alien

Prior mindfulness in tatters
parasite that itself flatters
believing it is what matters
occupying a grudging host

A life stretched for mind to ensnare
to forget toil, to forget care
heart bereft, consciousness aware
something was lurking in shadows

Like ragdolls they were forced to act
unable to scream or react
the bond was like an imposed pact
their bodies were robbed of free will


Written in the context of Ronovan writes Ovi Poetry challenge using the word “aware” for inspiration. For more poems and the rules, follow this link https://ronovanwrites.com/2025/01/08/ovi-poetry-challenge-82-aware-is-your-inspiration/

Reading of the poem:
Within Temptation - Memories

I sharpen key to our escape

Geetha B Awakening, Freedom, Ovi Poetry, Poems, Poesia, Poetry 
I sharpen key to our escape
30 December 2024
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We are but energy to steal
they prod us with hoses of steel
Just like how the calf gives us veal
our bodies deliver them food

Quantified as ounces or grams
we are chosen right from our prams
we are the innocent, the lambs
we may have nothing left but hope

As the feelings within us rise
we fetch more than bodily prize
we have much to do in surprise
we will cut the nozzle away

The light that into our hearts seeps
as the illusion our world sweeps
into proverbial eye that weeps
makes us more than we can fathom

Build with me bustling cathedrals
where mind rises above the knells
I was going to unknown hells
now heavens will pave me a road

Once laden with many a sigh
only hands lifted to the sky
now knowledge within lifts me high
I sharpen key to our escape

Reading of the poem:
Clann – I hold you

I know our future will be real

Geetha B Future, Ovi Poetry, Poems, Poesia, Poetry 
I know our future will be real
29 December 2024
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Every waking day I would plod
a cruel world that has us doubt God
living like cattle they would prod
slaves to their ever-growing wealth

I watch as starts their horrid game
to whom will they now shift the blame
North or South the beast is the same
all puppets bow to one master

Something awakes in my heart
a feeling something I could start
would bring back those life tore apart
just like the rip within my frame

Right from the sight of the rubbles
I know how to end our troubles
Tomorrow rings end of doubles
as I tear the fake from my eye

I push a door I know I must
arms flailing through a cloud of dust
I gather within blood and rust
I steel my nerves for conclusion

In my brain I am always free
though I battle the fearsome three
the system, fear and a weak me
I know our future will be real

Reading of the poem (with a bit of a sore throat):
Damien Rice - Hypnosis

The road to a brighter future

Geetha B Alternate Realities, Dark, Dreamtime, Journey, Ovi Poetry, Poems, Poesia, Poetry, Realities, Time, Timeloop, Treasure, Tribe 
The road to a brighter future
26 December 2024
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The Grey reached into our mindscapes
revealing what lay under drapes
a reality one escapes
a minefield of degradation

They would treat us just like cattle
wayward tribe to push and rattle
our daily life turned a battle
to be, not survive, endless chore

Fortitude became my treasure
I gathered with utmost pleasure
more of heart than I could measure
its essence made me more aware

I ventured into dark alleys
brought the people into rallies
watched them go aboard the galleys
there seemed to be no end to it

A journey back into time past
brought me solace I hoped would last
though shadows on my soul it cast
some sensation from it lingered

This was a victory to take
a comfort for our race to make
a way to lift the burning ache 
the road to a brighter future


Written in the context of Ronovan writes Ovi poetry challenge using the word “treasure” as inspiration. For the rules and more poems, follow this link https://ronovanwrites.com/2024/12/25/ovi-poetry-challenge-80-treasure-is-your-inspiration/

Reading of the poem:
Dhafer Youssef - Blending Souls & Shades

Internal flicker fed my hope

Geetha B Black, Child, Flames, Hope, Ovi Poetry, Poems, Poesia, Poetry, Sun, Sunrises 
Internal flicker fed my hope
20 December 2024
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The blackbirds flying oh so high
over war torn landscapes they sigh
wings forming black waves in the sky
They replicate patterns on Earth

The world hurled out its wayward grief
It seemed there just was no relief
I looked at it in disbelief
Would I withstand what was in store?

I lay low in the leafy grass
body weighted like solid brass
eyes peering through the looking glass
would tomorrow hold new meanings?

My heart survived the black dismay 
I kept the gloomy thoughts at bay
I piled upon me yellow hay
to make believe in new sunrise

Sun’s pallor shone at languid pace 
to serve a day of deep disgrace
when men their horrors would not face
so the innocent paid the price

A thousand children were our shame
most surely we are all to blame
we saw them fall to deadly flame
now rubble and tears fill our hearts

I lift a world of red ember
a weight more than I remember
In a cold night of December
internal flicker fed my hope

Written in the context of Ronovan writes Ovi Poetry challenge using the word "remember" as inspiration. For the rules and more poems, please follow this link https://ronovanwrites.com/2024/12/18/ovi-poetry-challenge-79-remember-is-your-inspiration/

Reading of the poem:
Emel Mathlouthi - Ma Lkit Official Video

Inner strength would pervade all souls

Geetha B Death, Heart, Hills, Lighthouse, Ovi Poetry, Poems, Poesia, Poetry 
Inner strength would pervade all souls
14 December 2024


Soldiers amassed over the hills
Their presence gave the crowds the chills
as they felt from the gas the spills
winding slowly into their veins

The dark pervaded all corners
muffled the voice of the warners
stifled the sobs of the mourners
bestowed upon the thieves all praise

Unworthy men in the sun basked
their faces from horror were masked
no accounts no questions were asked
they were free to create havoc

All joy seemed to dwindle away
no purpose no person to sway
a wild journey into the fray
yet a voice seemed to speak of hope

Someday the daffodils will rise
so high above the reddened skies
as the throngs would gasp in surprise
a new day would pierce through the night

Hearts surviving alienation
minds no more prey to temptation
thoughts cleft of subordination
inner strength would pervade all souls

Reading of the poem:
Bjork - The Gate

In Kingdom, free rules are proclaimed

Geetha B Change, Crown, Death, Lighthouse, Ovi Poetry, Poems, Poesia, Poetry 
In Kingdom, free rules are proclaimed
1 December 2024
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While ancient bells would ring alarm
the fickle ones showed falsehood charm
All imbued a sinister calm
The silence before the tempest

Free throats released a mighty sigh
The powers failed to forge a lie
where crossroads led to humble pie
the truth resounded in the mind

The breath of life turned inward heat
a place where soul unwound defeat
where Kings uncrowned would take a seat
In Kingdom, free rules are proclaimed

Reading of the poem:
Imagine Dragons - Eyes Closed