Befalling Poems | Examples

Chimes Befalling

You confused  the situation
by alarming the guests
saying close 
but no cigar
You always gave quaint encouragement
by virtue of your factuals
We sweetly sang out of tune
to deflect the despondency
On the chimes befalling
you set the table for many guests
but could ill afford the meal provided

A Forms and Words - Absence

Absence as I hear them calling
Broken as I feel them falling
Cardiac as it's stalling
Darkness has me crawling
Endeavoring to its installing
Fevered by enthralling
Giving into it appalling
Heartfelt gifts sprawling
Individual love is worth mauling
Jointly our worth is stalling
Kissing my lips, befalling
Loving her, a load I'm hauling
Missing us forever recalling
No joy in finding the end
Openness only serves to offend
Patience is just pretend
Quietly wanting more than a friend
Reliving does not allow us to transcend
Seeking solutions, don't bend
Time there's none left to extend
Unbelievably easy to condescend
Viciousness has no way to amend
Wanting left no desire to attend
Xenomorphic this relationships bookend
You had every chance girlfriend
Zero desire is left to be penned

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20th February 2023
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet

Quintessence of Quiescent

Up the polished ceiling above my bed
In my bedroom resting for a while,
A camouflaged lizard crawls his webbed feet
With dead silence in his spider tongue
Hunting a fly nearby in languorous mood
So unconscious of to-be catastrophe
Bony spine of mine chills enough
To freeze my whole body like an ice
For the certainty of yet another calamities
Befalling on my quiet turbid heart
At any moments of my present life.

My desire to rest for a while with
My frightened and horror-stricken mind
Strives to take up its clothes of fright and horror
As if torched with mother of bomb
Runs naked towards the camera lens
With my screams frozen in frame
That unknowingly and unconsciously adheres
To the severe fading wall of my bedroom.

That portrait of mine destined to hide its reality
Sinks in time warped depth of ocean
Damped with futuristic dirt and dust
Wailing a digger to reveal the quintessence of
An embryonic present matured to rare earth
Out of an ovary of pregnant futurity.
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Is Not a Movie Is Reality

s not a movie is reality
Life looks so horror
This days our realities
Bitters
It outcome bleed tears
It not on our favour 
The people keep feeling
The heat of deformity
It no longer a joke 
What you see nowadays 
Is our shameful reality 
Is not a movie

Is not a movie is reality
Sitting at home 
In front of the screen 
You can watch the evils 
Befalling the world
Right now in our era 
We progress from war 
To war 
Troubles to troubles
Crys to Cry's 
We never grow better 
And now we fear to watch 
The screen 
Cos what you see in the 
 Media is no joke 
That is our obvious reality
Is not a movie is reality

Is not a movie 
Check out the real situation
In the world
Then you see why I must 
Write my poems 
From the soul 
The world need no 
Fantasies
We are old enough to
Live in harmony
We are not meant to 
Be a horror full generation
Is sad the events befalling
In the world
We are to be blamed

In Regards To Love

befalling 
against the darkened skies
the last thread of light
flickers then fades
within the silence
forthcoming

fathomless
are these thoughts
stirring about
like hair twirled
in a caress of winds
that leaves me breathless
beneath the rhythmic pulse
of my own heart
racing towards yours

so beautiful this love
that draws me to you
in thoughts of mind
on the wings of dreams
it soars free like birds
over meadows of green

yet memories evade
then fade in the stillness of time
with the remembrance of your death

02/25/2020

Colorless, Naked and Numb

this cooler air seems to mottle the trees
spinning leaves like my thoughts in winded dance
befalling trails of tears on crimson breeze
as they fall grounded beneath the oak's stance

i hear the crumble of death beneath me
as i shiver within its strident gasp
chaotic roots reach out beneath its quay
piquing me with tones of your final rasp

dubious mind much like bare branches snaps
within the disdain utter from dead lips
as it echoes remorse in lifeless slaps
freeing only my body from its grips

my soul stands colorless, naked and numb
mirroring the trees in this autumn glum


December 27, 2019
Entered into Best Sonnet of 2019 Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton



September 30, 2019

*Quay is pronounced as Ke

Not Impressed

it's almost october
misty mornings
foggy nights
crazy hair
i don't care
time of year

i yearn 
for the echo
of drums
as they whisper
in summer rains
through mountain's tops
more so than 
sunset hues in trees
peering in and out
of the thickness
of smoky air
rising from the valley

there is no music
in autumn's air
just a moan
of cold breath
lingering
beauty
befalling
to death

Unite the Colors

Mankind generates the utmost malevolent deeds   
Sustaining corruption and ignoring those in need       
Beholding a mirror, peering at the countenance   
Dereliction of the conscious is an annoyance         
As the darkness envelops callusing hearts and eyes 
Anchoring in the abyss, the soul harbors the lies    
Encompass, the globe has needless suffering affairs 
Ego-centrist administer by promoting fears  
There are continental fractures and accretive walls
And the preservation for evil: disputes and brawls    
Turmoil weeping floods befalling for lost loved dears
Infinitude canyon murals eroded though tears   
Cradling the bodies of sands before they disappear
The elixir for this palindormia fever,
Palimpsest the bitterness via seeds of forgiveness  
Family; fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers
Foreverness, us, the sun’s arc, are rare tones and colors

To My Grave

Dark and sinister rain befalling us 
I know something is wrong, I can feel it in my bones, 
Catastrophic endless fountain of blood, 
But faith refuses to panic at all…
I will go to my grave as a soldier of the Lord…
Yes I will go my grave fighting this war…
I will be fearless and brave, until He gives me wings and 
I’ll fly away…
Yes I will go to my grave, praising His name forever more…
I will go to my grave as a soldier of the Lord.
And it won’t be long now, I know…
Jesus is coming, I can hear Gabrielle's trumpet…
I can hear my body turning away from my soul, 
I can see the angels waking those who have long slept, 
I can hear the sound of Michael’s shield and sword…
Well, I fight like I’ve never fought before, 
‘Cuz he gave me His heart, so I’ll give Him mine, for sure…
And I’ll go to my grave and as a soldier of the Lord…
Fearless and brave, I’ll go to my grave, 
I’ll go to my grave, as a soldier of the Lord.

Being Nana

Being Nana

One winter night in year of ninety-seven,
God granted me a special gift from heaven.

To this day, I can think of nothing grander,
than the moment that I learned I was a nana.

Baby crosses her left leg over the other.
I am brimming with delight at this, Oh brother.

Car seats, blankets, tubs, clothes and array,
that day really took a chunk out my pay.

Just when I thought that mom and dad were through,
here comes the little boy, baby, blue.

More love to give and more love to receive.
Being nana is a milestone to achieve.

The “nana thing” grows to a lifelong calling,
a task of love, occasionally befalling

Museum trips, movies and the zoo,
I think back on things we liked to do.

And now I see, how fast the years did fly,
for two young people whose heads are held up high.

Quit this job? I know I’d do it never.
Being Nana brought me love forever.

3/2/17

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Breathtaking

B eyond the echoes of my last word
R each the subtleties of instability.
E quity and chaos battling for space;
A ttracted only to each other.... 
T ranquility dominates and peace is found.
H eaven is as close as the sweet smell of home.
T ransient for a moment, so I know:
A Judgment Day is befalling,
K neeling in humility I confess.....
I am condemned and then forgiven. 
N estled now in the bosom of my mother,
G lory comes to those who Believe!

~May my mother RIP knowing we will meet again~

Storm In My Mind

I feel as though my mind in a hurricane
Getting worse by each thought and sound
All the time driving me more insane
In the centre of the storm am I found?
For those thoughts to hide I try
I fear each befalling of eventide
For in the darkness I hear it cry
There is no place for you to hide

I know that I am not alone
You know I’m not my true form
But all you hear is me drone
Then did in that storm

Help me out of this storm
You once enter my mind
You seen my true form
But I never myself find

Take upon yourself this task?
Save this my rotting mind
Look far beyond my mask
And the real me you shall find.

Self Portrait

Each face is like a canvas where upon one's thoughts do trace
Revealing for the world to see our ugliness or grace.
Though slow the task, beware how fast each artist's mark is made
When life's done collecting our sum, it's worn beyond the grave.

Sweet youth's innocence passes like fields of springtime flowers
As each soul's character is forged by their choices every hour.
In life's countless sundry trials befalling great and small,
Many grow refined, some less inclined stumble, or they fall.   

So seek the Master Artist who helps repair our mistakes 
And from life's palette of choices helps us wisely to partake.
Then when we meet to kneel and bow before God's Holy Grace,
We'll find His strokes of perfect love upon each soul's true face.

Betrayal

The tree does not at the hewing suffer
Albeit the callous thwacks all edges raining down
Nor the tons of muscles befalling on its cadaver
But savvy ing a bisection of the axe stems from her own

She protractedly taught him to target archery
How his bow bends unerringly
When he at last imbibed the art secrecy 
Betrayingly shot her uncompassionately.

Who Is To Blame

We have to stop complaining, my friend

For all hardships we meet up on our way


Perhaps


The calamities that are befalling upon us 

Are but the result, of our inner disarray! 




© Demetrios Trifiatis
  09 JANUARY 2015

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