Amidst Poems | Examples

Amidst the Kiss

A soft caress within the night 
awakens my burning need for bliss. 
Entangled with your warm delight, 
seduction starts amidst this kiss. 

Your lips, alluring and divine, 
engulf me in desire's retreat. 
Enamored by our sweet design 
we draft a gage for love's elite. 

Upon a canvas of romance 
your beauty draws my sex appeal. 
Excitement's blush begins its dance 
as roaming fervor paints with zeal. 

While skillful strokes discreetly trace 
a portrait rich with cherished details, 
a crimson glow adorns my face 
as exaltation's hand prevails. 

I gaze upon the scene where rapture hides, 
the masterpiece that is you now on display. 
Artistic inspiration guides 
until the vibrant break of day. 

As rays of dawn light the sky 
we drift into a tranquil sleep. 
On wings of love we ever fly 
in dreams where passion's pull is deep.

Innocent Victim

Amidst intense bullet rain
A little scavenger came to collect casings
Shot, bleeding—the smell of gunpowder in his pocket.

Tanks arriving from the city,
The heartless brutality of olive-green clad people—
Fire-spitting defiance—the ruler's red eyes.

The wound of losing colleagues
People who easily forget, take action
The olive-green clad trusted ones take action.
Those whom people consider dearest
The last refuge for justice in times of distress.

Against the people of the entire world
Their own declaration of war—
In their consideration, everyone is a fascist, an accomplice.

Actually, everyone is a fascist
Mad for power
The goal of all rulers is one: the throne.

Essentially, the throne is a virus,
Spreading through veins, everywhere
From one body to another, from city to village
Among rich and poor, people of all religions.

Bullets run out, bullets are reloaded
The youth who falls lifeless from a bullet
He never returns.

Amidst the silence

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Amidst the silence, a sound arose, and there we were, lost in each other as I wove a poem of passion, letting your strokes guide my words and capturing the magic of our moment.

Yet, a wave of guilt washes over me: I haven’t reached that blissful peak. This realization leaves my poem incomplete. I crave that 70th way to truly satisfy my lover and make this experience unforgettable.

Amidst the pressure

Pressure in a crowded mind 
A test where rest is hard to find
The guilt that comes with procrastination ,
Leads me to kill my imagination .

“Be the best”, they say. But do they know
The pain I suffer each day I grow 
They see the grades, the smiles , the light
But do they see the fright I fight each night.

Pressure is all they give , 
But it’s so hard to live
Within the calls of my heart,
Urging me to restart,

Restart with what I want to do,
Instead of being so timid and blue ,
I want to get lost where the children run,
Trade all my worries for some fun.

Amidst the pressure I will find my path,
And not worry about the aftermath
I will run to where I belong,
Where being the imperfect me is not wrong.

Amidst The Falling Leaves And Petals

Dry leaves and petals are falling
Instantly one by one, over my head
Rapidly as I catch them in my hands
Some of them freely fall in my head
In my face, in my back unnoticed
I'm jumping happily with grace
And when I stop all of a sudden
Many of them also freely fall below
I notice of such awe but felt uneasy
The ground is disturb by the falling
As I look around the trees are shaking
Because of the strong wind that happens
As the wind stop, unravel the peace
I sit in the ground gasping with air
For I'm in the midst of leaves and petals.

Amidst illusions of eternity, do they fear death or the loss of vanity

Amidst illusions of eternity, do they fear death or the loss of vanity,
walking through existence, raising fragile monoliths of silent legacy,
believing their names will echo through the ages, as if permanence were a gift,
not a delusion woven from desires, a dream lost under a bitter sky.
But history erodes with precision, turning emperors into mere footnotes,
changing scholars into misattributed quotes, shadows lost in the night,
if even the architects of civilizations succumb to silent oblivion,
why would they assume exemption, when time steals everything and erases all?
Do they fear death, or the realization that they were never essential,
that they are but echoes in the shadow of eternity, whispers lost in a forgotten tale,
facing the truth that we are all fleeting, like leaves in the foreign wind,
that the need to matter becomes a whisper of powerlessness, a dream at the dawn of destiny.

BRIEFLY

On this faithful day
Sudden gunshots everywhere 
People running scattered 
It's a dispute in my city
Gunshots everyday 
So many innocent lives were taken unlawfully 
People dies everyday just like mayflies.

Houses were burnt down 
Leaving many homeless 
Endangering so many lives 
Agony everywhere 
But the killing continues, no seizing of fire
Participants giving scores within themselves 
Scores of numbers of the people they've killed.

Circle keeps repeating 
Everyone avenging, death of their lost ones
It was a blood bath, until there was a victor
Prominent men in the city 
Involved the government and more 
Just like karma always visits, educating and repaying 
Peace at last, amidst grief and vengeance 
Welcome to the coolest city in the world.

Beauty Amidst Adversity

Painting
A "Starry Night"
From the asylum cell
Beauty, the singular focus
No bars

Amidst Adversity

When it's all exposed
No one is scared
In life, no one has ever stumbled
No one has fallen once
The important thing is how long
It takes you to stand up
How many times you have to fall
Then you learn how to calmly
Face those pains.

POVERTY AMIDST WEALTH

In Africa's heart, a giant lies,
Nigeria, blessed with riches that surprise,
Petroleum, gold, and califonium's might,
Lead, iron, bitumen, and limestone's sight.

But amidst this wealth, a paradox we find,
Lovely people suffer, while leaders' greed entwines,
Abject penury, a constant, gnawing fate,
While politicians milk public funds, an unborn generation's weight.

Foolishness, indeed, to hoard and not to share,
As children, women, men, and youth die, with no one to care,
In stampedes, they scramble for crumbs from philanthropists' hands,
A nation's shame, in every corner, where food is shared, they stand.

Who will rescue us from predators, who prey and exploit?
From leaders, who, with impunity, our future destroy and loot?
Of late, tens of children and women died, in a desperate bid to eat,
Their cries, a haunting echo, that our conscience cannot beat.

Women wake, with hopelessness, their children's future unsure,
Are our youth lazy? Our men idle? No, their daily toil, a story untold,
Their income, a meager sum, that cannot meet their demands,
A giant of Africa? Ah, what a mockery, what a sham, what a stand!

Peace amidst War

A frosted kiss under a mistletoe
Between me and my warring foe
Let booming guns be laid to rest
With folded hands a peace request
Till Christmas chimes are over

SILENT AMIDST

TITLE: SILENT AMIDST 
Can anyone really be SILENT?
Amidst the CHAOS of life...
That's a disparity;
Answered by a voice at a corner in my head
While I ponder and wonder
Over all life's Experiences,
Yes whispered Softly...
By another in a corner, my mind;
Silent is calm and calmness
Gives clarity to act
Reactions are not solutions 
For every situations.
I'm healing from the wounds
The pains of elevation and others imputed.
Right in a corner of the Gutter of Vengeance
With thunderous slumber from hurts 
And storms of hunger gaining power
Over my peace of mind without 
JUSTICE just like dirt's 
In a dumpster that lost it's cover.
Still pondering and wandering Over, 
The unspeakable violence in me. 
Vengeance is of the most high
Whispered from another corner
By other comer another voice, 
My Heart, saying;
Justice is not free 
You have to pay for it... 
The guilty becomes BITTER 
And the innocent feels BETTER.
Don't be in a haste to act when anger
Or eager to feed your emotions
For it's danger, my BODY.

Amidst the Hullaballoo

  loud, victory’s cry

  amidst the hullaballoo

    weep the souls they slew

Girl Amidst Snowflakes

Dazzling
Day-dreaming
Eyes
Entice

Golden hair-beams 
Create bizarre streams
Adolescence
In extravagance 

Nasal nostalgia 
Owing chionophobia
Spin 
Her ivory skin

Precognition 
Finds recognition
Harmonized skies   
Romanticize

Amidst

Smitten maroon lips blessed saving grace
Form love stories Gemini stars trace
Obliging pattern amorous slaves
Gift sweethearts devotion free of graves

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