Best Agitates Poems
Sometimes, in uncertain outcomes, as life agitates,
It can sway either way, maneuvering on the edge,
For a difference rather modest, makes the final call,
When a narrow margin determines a win or a loss.
If a win we choose to celebrate, or defeat we deride,
Prudent to bear in mind, that it wasn’t a landslide;
When results are so close, why not cheer them all,
Cognizant to recognize~ distinction is awfully small.
Slender is the layer between eve’s dusk and twilight,
Between dark of dawn, and luminance of sunrise;
Between safe and danger, there lies a narrow divide,
Where, between cliff and fall, life’s border resides.
Mementos of love embraced, and love sadly repelled,
In albums of beloved, or memories forlorn dwell,
Clamoring from corridors of good or bad choices made,
Between narrow margins of hope, and contours of fate.
O, a narrow margin can be of mighty consequence
Inhabiting elation of success, or anguish of regrets,
When death lingers in the clutches of final moments
Stilled between breath inhaled, and breath exhaled.
subconscious mind agitates
happenings screened behind eyes
man in sleep watches
Reflecting back I see beyond yesterday,
Light glistening brings a new view,
The water's rays rippling about,
I set my bait my soul,
The fish it agitates.
A guilty pleasure, wasting time,
Tomorrow's trouble I catch,
Yesterday's worries swimming under,
My rod and reel are the keel,
Thought enraptures me,
Learning bending recent history.
The safety of this doc disappeared,
I must've gone adrift somewhere near,
A horrid smell not so bad,
The past filets the fish all to well,
Tomorrow I bid, thou shall soon,
Time to fish, out to conclude.
Thy voice sounds like violin from distance
Melody of the holy angels
Thy beauty bouncing along the conductor
The airwaves beautified by the rhythm
A glut of neurons awakened by a giggle
How thy voice closes distance by wire?
My receiver agitates from life
Thy words transmit power through the wire.
The command you possess over my body;
Pauses not there!
Pass it on to non-biotic
Come dismiss my lesions.
When the air is saturated
It penetrates my dual engine of life,
With trebled effort much as of gamma
Even the clouds display thy image
Oh! What a natural wonder!
Do all the eyes witness the beauty at once?
I wonder what gives you reign.
Who crowned you this way?
My mind meant to rest-you take me far
The frame is at rest-your presence feeds my spirit
Together we traverse the world
All places far from imagination
Within a blink of the mental eye!
A Feeling So Fresh...
Ahh...! The streak of pain,
The rough floor
And the red stain.
How can I forget that agony?
They were five
And I was only.
They dragged me like a rucksack,
A feeling so fresh...
Not at all a Flashback...
The strong smell of alcohol,
The half burnt cigarettes
And their faces like a black coal.
I’s like a fish out of water
Repeatedly pleading
Like a stubborn beggar.
How could they listen?
Unlike humans
They were all demons.
Tightly, they tied me with a rope,
Not a movement possible
Breathing was only a left scope.
Unsuccessful to unwrap me,
They took a knife
And put cuts, one...two and three.
Echo of their laugh still agitates me,
The smell of their sweat
Is still chasing me...
One by one, they quench their thirst,
Good thing is that
They were fighting to be first.
They murdered my innocence,
Unbearable and brutally
Killing all my sense...
Leaving me, not less than a dead
Chained, in time coffin
Still trying to move ahead...
Sometimes it sucks being the nice guy
the girl you love isn't interested
just friends says she
just friends the next
pain is all I feel
to cover it agitates the wound
it's exhausting
I drive, as far as possible
return still slightly insane
haunted, f*cking go away
I want to cry, but they're looking my way
so my struggled smile here and their
walk away in tears
living in fear
deep monophonic sacred melodies
resounding inner tremors and oscillation
reverberating incursion agitates my soul
stirring an ethereal timelessness of mystery
that transcends the enigma of life and death
and embodying mystique throughout the ages
bellows echoing within ancient monastery walls
a rich cadence and tone larger than life
assaulting all senses with vibrating
conjunct and disjunct tetrachords and hexachords
gregorian melodies most direct channel to divinity
most appropriate as we lay my father
in his final resting place
on this overcast rainy afternoon
and see him off to the higher realm
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on June 30, 2018 for contest MID SUMMER 2018 PREMIERE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
Anger so deep it penetrates, agitates and aggravates
Feeling so helpless, clueless and ruthless
Knowing my physical pain and the flaw in my brain is like a derailing train
Wondering why no one cares and no one is there. Why do they all sit with a blank stare?
Confused as to why I can't grow. Who is it I really know? With whom my emotions I should
show?
Tired of all the selfishness and phoney bliss. This is truly an abyss.
Questioning if I really exist. I think I'm here, but Maybe I'm just a mist. Maybe I don't get
the gist.
Frustrated that I even need a crutch. Do I really ask for too much?
Sad for myself too much it seems. I'm free of flaws in a distant dream. I want to
scream!!!!!
Never can I get along. I'm never good enough and I don't belong. Why is everything so
wrong?
Unsure why things never change and I have this new found rage. Can we please turn the
page?
Holding on by a thread. There are so many things I dread. I sink again and my soul is dead.
Why do I suffer this way? Why do I have to pay? All I ever used to do is pray, but not today
Alone is what I've been for so long. Maybe it's the only way I feel strong. Maybe that's how
I belong
Desire exists to understand life. I do yearn for minimal strife. At times I can't make it in
this life
Misunderstood all of the time as if I've committed some crime. It's about time I end this
rhyme. After all it's not so sublime.
"I was right", and "You were wrong".
The turmoil of noise , overblows along.
Rage agitates, a scapegoat is blamed.
Trapped in Ego, the "We" gets maimed.
A deep breath , through my Wisdom tooth.
As introspection , liberates the truth,...
I control and cut off, the shackles of past.
An exasperated Ego, finds peace at last.
Dated 21st November 2018.
Submitted to the Unrest of Spirit Poetry Contest
Sponsor Julia Ward.
Feeling deep and dark from inside is where it starts, mentally departing for an hour or two.
What has become of what’s inside is getting harder and harder to hide.
Inside having pride, but always what’s inside still finds a way to hide. On good days of shine
never feeling like in mind, different directions in mind is dreaming divine.
Where to look; being hard to find aloft through the mind, electrifying sounds in my ears and
eyes through the blindness still managing to find the inside.
A daring soul so deep, eyes wide shut and crying it’s the inside always ever prying. Never
trusting until one sees the wide view, then what’s inside starts to slowly decline.
Years go bye the inside has seen much, somewhat out of touch. There is no denying the
projection and view, in taking all we are small but not few. With the world in dissolve, ever
wanting to evolve.
Inside what agitates the gravel in all, flowing smooth and clean. Graying with what inside has
seen what a sweet thing to take the inside and make it gleam.
Picking up vibes from every voice, eye to eye living by choice, a natural selection through
reflection. So powerful in sounds so profound, like watching lightening without the sound.
Reflexes alike never having a need to smite or fight, just a need to dream full self-esteem.
Mind aloft on high and skin tough as steel harvesting what we accomplish, what we show is
what we feel.
Inside…
James C Bryant Jr.
January 23, 2002
word play
agitates
souls
that
lack the
right
alignment in
their back
eyes
drawn with
markers
that have drawn
eyes that are gold
that mold
and glaze over
like love that
has been left in
the cold.
breathe me
in through nostrils
that resemble lips
that taste like ears
that hear nothing but senses
laced in acid
enhancement in veins
run like advancement
through generational names
this nonsense....
no.
this is word play
-Destiny the Poet
I arrive at the churning river,
with one option.
I stare at the jagged rocks below.
White water agitates across the gorge.
And yet I cross.
Forward or to retreat I must.
Uncertain I am
of the future, distant bank,
my knowledge scant of its terrain.
And yet I cross.
A wooden span held with rusted iron
bearing the scars
of countless crossings, creaks
and voices the sighs of protest.
And yet I cross.
The opposing shore may offer paradise,
bright acres of rich inheritance.
Or perhaps consists of a land without shade,
possibly a territory desolate and destitute.
And yet I cross.
In unfamiliar maps I find myself.
lost in the forward progress,
unwilling to reverse my course,
standing at a rushing boundary.
And yet I cross.
Our hypnotic stupor, cause of our fall from grace
The flame flickers and our attention oscillates
The ego offers mind endless puzzles to lace
Deluded, rudderless heart then agitates
Voice of soul, as conscience, negates
When head and heart align
The ego dies for we we feed it not
As God-essence, for His love we pine
Exiting serpentine pathways of narrow thought
We thus regain freedom by non-doing self-taught
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Earth life a jigsaw puzzle, soul navigates
Floundering about in vain
Fickle and fleeting is joy, so heart agitates
Measuring loss and gain
We see all around, perfect divine order
Planets orbiting the sun
Save man, no living creature a hoarder
High time then, we come undone
Looking back at the zigzag route we took
Delusion cause of our bondage
Soul not this body, seems we were mistook
Fears and desires, our form ravage
We recognise head and heart at divergence
Misaligned with throb of love
So we stand still, enabling joy convergence
With God’s will, hand in glove
Layer by layer, our cravings disappear
We become an empty shell
It is then we feel, bliss magnetism spear
Fulfilled at last, all is well
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Clover superlative lovers, sprung via same stem
Umbrella immunity protects sprites supple
Filter purity lacy leaf shade kindly dapples them
Desiree samples pitchfork debauch, spicy morsel
Charcoal meats mesh ashes as a couple
Ambidextrous temptress directs a dirty rehearsal
Slides snakelike under bellies of cavernous crime
Noir nymph' s naughty retorts immortal
Eclipses mens' deception with suspense sublime
Renee seeps charisma, dripped dagger stalactites
Fever lucid rouge cog spins fire's scorch
Sword slung blood hungry royalty raunchily ignites
Challenges zealous volunteers alter ideal rhythm
Their arteries' iron absorbed easily by hers
Victims slump lethargic in archer's hearty system
Daisy cartwheels through clouds of chaste cherubs
Recklessly devours disappearing desserts
Meringue marries her tongue to immaculate merit
Sunrise serene promise of peace glides with dove
Subtle touch petal's glitter silken sensual
Agitates a fragile ego to dream unconditional love
Virgin indulges a glutton with wedding splendour
Impulsive maid skips in fields plentiful
Expressive poses pollinate their dramatic detour
Reunited trio resplendent, red black white card
Dervish of dizzying seductive curses
Climb dandelion conducted, an angel on guard
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