Miscellaneous Poems
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Random, diverse and unusual poetry
This section is for poems that don't fit into other categories. A diverse choice of miscellaneous poetry, including random and abstract poems about strange and unusual subject matter, and emotions not covered in the other sections. If you like surprises, then you're in luck.
This night
A night like tonight.
Speeding the skies.
Slip streaming currents.
Oceanic wonders below.
And also.
Clumsy thoughts
Back stabbing me.
I stumble.
Concentration.
Near to disintegration.
I forget how to think.
I wish this night.
To touch.
Infect every part.
Each nerve ending.
Your voice.
So pure.
Nothing else I hear.
To carry.
All of this .
And so very much more.
Two hearts waiting.
Pouring
Filling each need.
This...
Speeding the skies.
Slip streaming currents.
Oceanic wonders below.
And also.
Clumsy thoughts
Back stabbing me.
I stumble.
Concentration.
Near to disintegration.
I forget how to think.
I wish this night.
To touch.
Infect every part.
Each nerve ending.
Your voice.
So pure.
Nothing else I hear.
To carry.
All of this .
And so very much more.
Two hearts waiting.
Pouring
Filling each need.
This...
#love
#fate
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Glimpse of Grey
I am known by many names,
I am the Grey Pilgrim;
roaming from here to there
in time of need
never early or late,
arriving precisely when I mean to,
in time to turn the tide
against darkness.
I am a friend to Elf and Dwarf
and Man
and Hobbits who I like the most.
I am a Servant
of the Secret Fire,
though my arms of choice
are wisdom and pity.
I am the Grey Pilgrim;
roaming from here to there
in time of need
never early or late,
arriving precisely when I mean to,
in time to turn the tide
against darkness.
I am a friend to Elf and Dwarf
and Man
and Hobbits who I like the most.
I am a Servant
of the Secret Fire,
though my arms of choice
are wisdom and pity.
#travel
#magic
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Bygones
In sentiment as we look back
to the yesterdays of childish views
tangled overgrowth, that long relapse
the memories we pick and choose
The flashes for our own synapse
coloured with perceptions brief
cherry pick when life falls flat
to fool ourselves with vain conceit.
Those sunny days and endless fun
in the barren of today
a lethargy of life so gummed
look toward from past and say.
Now's wistful thoughts, that I replay
to take the best and dust it off
the new charade be your mainstay
bring new...
to the yesterdays of childish views
tangled overgrowth, that long relapse
the memories we pick and choose
The flashes for our own synapse
coloured with perceptions brief
cherry pick when life falls flat
to fool ourselves with vain conceit.
Those sunny days and endless fun
in the barren of today
a lethargy of life so gummed
look toward from past and say.
Now's wistful thoughts, that I replay
to take the best and dust it off
the new charade be your mainstay
bring new...
#strength
#motivational
#inspirational #memories
#inspirational #memories
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Buckling My Shoe
Sweet succulents of twilight
nipping at my pillow
with dreams
of death's soliloquy
with the tongue of dark
moist as the kisses
beneath a night's chime
in sentiments of rhyme
touched by a breath of love
listening to whispers
of slanderous means
in death's soliloquy
going softly by a flight
through the window of time
with inuendoes of blue skies
as I buckle my shoe.
nipping at my pillow
with dreams
of death's soliloquy
with the tongue of dark
moist as the kisses
beneath a night's chime
in sentiments of rhyme
touched by a breath of love
listening to whispers
of slanderous means
in death's soliloquy
going softly by a flight
through the window of time
with inuendoes of blue skies
as I buckle my shoe.
#love
#inspirational
#utopia #emotions
#utopia #emotions
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Father
Today, after almost two years
I finally got the chance to visit your grave
The pandemic has stopped me
From visiting you last year
It feels like a decade have passed
Since you left us
Though it was only four years ago
But there is never a day
That I don't remember you
I miss you everyday of my life
There are nights that I dreamed
Of you and mama and I wished
The dream wouldn't end
Because it's only in my dream
That I can see you both again
And feel your presence
Today I can only touch your headstone ...
I finally got the chance to visit your grave
The pandemic has stopped me
From visiting you last year
It feels like a decade have passed
Since you left us
Though it was only four years ago
But there is never a day
That I don't remember you
I miss you everyday of my life
There are nights that I dreamed
Of you and mama and I wished
The dream wouldn't end
Because it's only in my dream
That I can see you both again
And feel your presence
Today I can only touch your headstone ...
#love
#father
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Silence
Society doesn't do justice to her,
and I don't do justice to her story.
Because in my story,
I change the color of the stairs, and the scent of the corridors,
So she wouldn't feel the cold of the floor, shooting up her legs.
I stroke my pencil, up and down her picture for so long until she sees a stranger in her own story.
I repeat her voice again and again and again until it becomes mine.
I am one of them.
I try not to be every single day
Not to be the one to judge her with...
and I don't do justice to her story.
Because in my story,
I change the color of the stairs, and the scent of the corridors,
So she wouldn't feel the cold of the floor, shooting up her legs.
I stroke my pencil, up and down her picture for so long until she sees a stranger in her own story.
I repeat her voice again and again and again until it becomes mine.
I am one of them.
I try not to be every single day
Not to be the one to judge her with...
#silence
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Between A Stone and A Hard Heart
Am I caught between a stone and a hard heart?
As we develope the pictures of our lives
Seeking for a quick fix as we go back and restart
To gain back the ground forfeit for knives
What betrayal of trust but for the wounds of honesty?
When faithfully afflicted of a friend
Can we love the devils out of ourselves?
Will time soothe what otherwise these words won't mend?
Off color remarks, something in me sparks
Lost for reactions and backtracking replies
I'm trying to get to the bottom of the truth
But I'm still working through...
As we develope the pictures of our lives
Seeking for a quick fix as we go back and restart
To gain back the ground forfeit for knives
What betrayal of trust but for the wounds of honesty?
When faithfully afflicted of a friend
Can we love the devils out of ourselves?
Will time soothe what otherwise these words won't mend?
Off color remarks, something in me sparks
Lost for reactions and backtracking replies
I'm trying to get to the bottom of the truth
But I'm still working through...
#anger
#family
#LifeStruggles
#frustration
#disappointment
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Dreamscapes And Nightmares
Reeling, abandoned by your mother
feeling not a single person
in the entire world
cares
n o ! o n e
n o !
o !
!
o
n
e
An unruly pair of groovy ghoulies
laughing while they chase
as you run impossibly in place
up dark cellar stairs
upon scares upon stairs
Photographing turtle artifact
Easter Island Statue size
levitating right on through
the middle of Nowheres
Dreamscapes and Nightmares
The poetry of your life
often passing you by
until catching you...
feeling not a single person
in the entire world
cares
n o ! o n e
n o !
o !
!
o
n
e
An unruly pair of groovy ghoulies
laughing while they chase
as you run impossibly in place
up dark cellar stairs
upon scares upon stairs
Photographing turtle artifact
Easter Island Statue size
levitating right on through
the middle of Nowheres
Dreamscapes and Nightmares
The poetry of your life
often passing you by
until catching you...
#dreams
#nightmares
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Natural Selection
Autumn’s leaves, like maple fall
purposely, death comes to us all
Covid-19, we’re all stuck inside
computers, smart phones
virtual life
the human touch, is fading fast
nobody knows, how long it’ll last
moms & dads, living in fear
hopes for tomorrow
another year?
some will die, most will live
all will cry, their prayers they’ll give
natures way, of heard control
earths prophecy
yet to unfold ...
purposely, death comes to us all
Covid-19, we’re all stuck inside
computers, smart phones
virtual life
the human touch, is fading fast
nobody knows, how long it’ll last
moms & dads, living in fear
hopes for tomorrow
another year?
some will die, most will live
all will cry, their prayers they’ll give
natures way, of heard control
earths prophecy
yet to unfold ...
#NaPoWriMo2021
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the easy things
eggs in the morning
with yokes shinning
like twin sun
rises
staying in bed all day
under the cocoon
of blankets in
January
the unexpected gift
of a day with
nothing to
do
the smell of pages from
an old book unfolding
years of
memory
how our shadows never
abandons us no
matter what
we have
done
the assurance and safety in
knowing nothing last
forever
not you
not I
...
with yokes shinning
like twin sun
rises
staying in bed all day
under the cocoon
of blankets in
January
the unexpected gift
of a day with
nothing to
do
the smell of pages from
an old book unfolding
years of
memory
how our shadows never
abandons us no
matter what
we have
done
the assurance and safety in
knowing nothing last
forever
not you
not I
...
#death
#fate
#luck
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HOT DOGS
Tied-off tubes
Of ground-up parts
Of various animals
Seasoned heavily with
Stuff I have become allergic to...
Nah, I don’t really miss you
...Although I can appreciate
Your memory
Like a former lover
I’m not attracted to
Anymore
Because let’s face it
Once upon a time
At the mall’s Orange Julius stand
Chicago-style
With those sexy
Banana peppers
~Yowzers~
You were a hot dog then!
Of ground-up parts
Of various animals
Seasoned heavily with
Stuff I have become allergic to...
Nah, I don’t really miss you
...Although I can appreciate
Your memory
Like a former lover
I’m not attracted to
Anymore
Because let’s face it
Once upon a time
At the mall’s Orange Julius stand
Chicago-style
With those sexy
Banana peppers
~Yowzers~
You were a hot dog then!
#relationships
#food
#NaPoWriMo2021
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chuck yeager is defunct
(With apologies to e.e. cummings)
chuck yeager is defunct
he used to fly a cherry-red supersonic rocket plane
and he could shoot down one two three four five nazis just like that.
jesus he was a handsome man
but what i want to know is, how do you like your blue-eyed boy mister death?
--RIP, 12/7/2020
chuck yeager is defunct
he used to fly a cherry-red supersonic rocket plane
and he could shoot down one two three four five nazis just like that.
jesus he was a handsome man
but what i want to know is, how do you like your blue-eyed boy mister death?
--RIP, 12/7/2020
#courage
#death
#historical #heroic
#historical #heroic
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