Best Aimless Poems
In pre-ghost era of my sowing days,
and long before my crumbling had begun,
my feeble goals sparked insufficient blaze;
the avenue I chose was not hard-won.
I packed a suitcase but misunderstood
the purpose of my journey from the start.
And though I tried to do the things I should,
I needed more to listen with my heart.
Now feeling unfulfilled is what I’ve earned
by carving fate from means with aimless end.
In contrast, some with fervent dreams have burned.
Their minds are set; their time they don’t misspend.
I took the first broad crossroad I was shown,
so paths I sacrificed remain unknown.
For Silent One's Crossroads Poetry Contest
The lights of the city reflecting from the aqueous pitch, pavements in a kaleidoscope of colours create a melancholy ambience for the few who venture within. The city is transformed as the animated bustle of people, seemingly with purpose, abandon the streets to their suburban abodes, leaving a nugatory melting pot of the "Ill at ease" to pursue or solicit rudimentary shelter to respite their weary frames.
The man is homeless.......
To the city streets he is confined, incarcerated by their invisible partition that circumscribe his ability to breach the tenticaled alleys and lanes. For buzzing in his mind, "I'm not aloud" echoes through his sub conscience cerebrations. Involuntarily his legs move his ageless body, one foot in front of the other in timeless motion like a driverless carriage aimlessly meandering through the city thoroughfares.
He sits to repose on a lichen encrusted slab that has entreated a myriad of his ilk for generations past and assuredly for many more to traverse. For the briefest moment the fog that clouds his mind is pushed aside by a gentle puff of memory as he is transported to a place where children's laughter fills the room and a woman sitting at a dining table, her auburn hair comfortably resting on her slender shoulders as she gazes admiringly at... Then thunderclouds rush over him like a tidal wave to the sound of, "Move you filthy wino", he scurries off as the fog settles back into its occupation.
Lost within the multitude of human quiddity, like the leaves of a plane tree aquiescing to the winds dominating gusts. He is swept along the tide of life, existing but never living, obedient to every buckle and wrench, never adapting to the changing seasons, accepting feeling of cold and heat with equal passiveness. The drum of life ever beating, yet his march is incessantly out of step.
Now my heart screams,
Even in my dreams.
The things it had felt,
Made it melt.
It cannot sustain,
More grief or pain,
But all tries are vain,
Without an inspiration like rain.
I tries to hold,
Give feelings a fold,
But I am not that bold,
To bear this heart cold…
Lurking in shadows
In darkness of my desire
Longing to be free
Had just turned age sixteen.
Hey, that was really keen.
But I was aimless in high school.
Which was not really cool.
In this pose, now I was stuck.
What will I be when I grow up?
Older siblings were college-bound.
Such a path I had not found.
I asked for help on what to do.
So, I'd have a future not so blue.
Be an architect or engineer?
Too far beyond me, I feared.
A pamphlet happened to come my way.
"Be a city planner," it did say.
So, I decided to read some more.
Suddenly opened, was a brand-new door!
With much excitement, I continued to read.
What's next? How to proceed?
I called City Hall for the right place to go.
"Try the planning office, if you want to know."
I made my plan to head downtown.
There, the planning office, I found.
The director gave me an office tour.
I began to feel, "This is for sure."
Maps on the wall were plain to see.
Planning books showing what a city could be.
I now knew exactly, I clearly perceived.
I was becoming a plan devotee.
I asked the director what school I needed.
State University, he completed.
I headed home with enthusiasm.
I was now lifted from my earlier chasm.
I experienced a rise in expectations.
Was accepted at college upon graduation.
Four years later, a graduate planner.
Whatever else could possibly matter.
Over the years, I held many positions.
I helped build cities with my planning decisions.
Now 40 years later, from myself, I can't hide.
Having fulfilled my dreams, I look back with pride.
The Epiphany that Changed Your Life contest, start date Aug. 8, 2022
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Poet: John Baie
All along
Life is like a candle in the wind
Encountering dangers sometimes
Life is fragile like a glass
Sometimes feeble and sickly
Life is like a messy rubbish dump
Sometimes uncertain and aimless
Life is like a sudden rain which comes like fate
Always unforcasted and helpless
Life is like a beggar
Always begging for more
Life is like a prayer
Sometimes with great expectations
However
Life can become an iron bar
Not easily bent, strong and firm
If you've a strong faith in god
I am not blameless
I am not shameless
I can't tame this
Feeling that I'm wondering
Aimless
My name is:
Fat little ball of broken love-struck stress
I am nothing more then nothing less
Sniffing dust just so I can be blessed
I wonder if I died just who would miss me
And if he'd ever get up the nerve to kiss me
Comfortable with the uncomfortable
trapped with an intrepid countenance
reaching out to the other side unable
to table discussion as the world rolls by
Half past twelve but can heavy eyes last
another forty years holding back tears
stretched out across a hardened porch
made solely off the back of a broken man
The hills of coal have stripped again
what once was the promised land
engulfing the mountain and a soul
rocking the chair aimless the stare
*inspired by a book I'm reading*
*Gray Mountain by John Grisham*
Every rodeo must have a clown
every king his fool.
But, a ship or boat has
got to have rudder
to steer it on its course.
Lost at sea, I drift aimless
carried by wave and wind
I gave up on the captains log and
sent the compass and sextant
straight down to Davey jones
I watch the wheel
in it's meaningless spin
I plot a course no more
and I contemplate my fate
and remember cowboys and kings.
This just came to my mind,
One day this world would end.
Now I'll remind
The life I have spent.
The good deeds, the bad deeds that I've done.
The things, the money, behind which I've run.
The life I've spent almost useless
I wish I could recycle it once again.
The remaining span of my life,
I want to use it with all wise.
O my Lord, help me to live
A life full of many good wills.
I LOITER AIMLESS
In spree I like to loiter lone aimless
making way through thorny bush and wild weeds
where creeper secretes peculiar fluids.
Feral flowers flowing fragrance peerless.
Waves thrashing on solitary sea shore
calling me to listen to music loud.
Symphony resonates in interlude.
Aqua opulence in gorgeous galore.
Hot scorching desert or non-mowed meadow
gives warm welcome to enjoy and wander.
Sand dust or glass blade both are my wonders
Glad to be followed only by shadow.
Sunny, cloudy or even rainy sky
Each disperses amazing ambient.
Spectacular marvelous firmament.
Dormant desires of mind dream to soar high.
Humans work hard doing great and greater.
I appreciate human emotion,
success, progress of civilization
but, adore Nature most: Smarter and better.
08/21/19
First Place
' STRAND SELECT' Contest by Brian Strand.
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile. 1
Contest by Mark Toney
blue smile, bursting with sunshine, fervent zeal
jovial rhythm mood, fleeting in lull feel.
crisp briny ocean air, gulls beating wings
free over ripple heaven, white bird sings.
resonant resting snores as breath wind rolls,
drags its waves, outstretch ripples mere controls.
playful mood white spume, covers tan sands face
a magical erosion taking place.
embedding each grain of sand as waves force
forward leaving size seashells in its course.
8/19/2021
Writing Prompt, Oceans Or Seas - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
i put my heart to the skies and asked for reprise
i'm beginning to understand
i was put in this world with a brain to learn
and someone took me by the hand
i was lead through a passage to harmony
but it was something i couldn't stand
i was lost through the turns and the twists
and the walls that everyone told me to pass
till someone let go of my hand and said
"go on, it's easier when you find your own path."
Look To Falling Stars
Wanderers Finding New Homes
Gold To Blackened Rock
There was a day, I lost my way,
Then I was young back in the day,
I enjoyed that my aimless roam.
Though I was many miles from home.
I bothered less about the tears,
How my absence would've caused fears ~
In the minds of my peers and rents;
Though deep in my soul it torments.
When hunger finally set in,
Then I knew how stupid I'd been.
By then the day had faded out.
Only the stars could hear my shout.
Though hunger had stolen my voice,
Nothing again made me rejoice.
Then someone flashed a light so bright ~
Last thing I remembered that night.