Best Arduous Poems
Poetry's an arduous art.
It requires skill and meter
and a poet with very rare heart,
or he will tire and teeter.
29 December 2014
Categories:
arduous, art, poetry, poets,
Form:
I was wandering barefoot in the snow
What a journey I had to sow
I knew this wasn’t something I would normal indulge in
A strange kind of winter walk without a coat in the wind
But I continued my lonely trudging anyway
The skies where a dire dark gray
Somehow although it felt cold it didn’t feel wet or unbearable
Perhaps this was the end? Some kind of parable
I was somewhere I didn’t want to roam
My mission was clearly to find my way home
Every passageway I strove to push through came up empty
This was not the happy land of plenty
Why couldn’t I find the end?
Was there some impending trickery around the bend?
I felt a strong frustration descend over me
I saw the strange face of an unknown banshee
Screams and tears plumed out of loss and shame
I was repeatedly calling out my husband’s name
Distorted, destroyed no one spoke
Thank God it ended I woke
Inspired by the “I dreamed contest”
Categories:
arduous, confusion, fantasy, mystery
Form:
Couplet
She felt utterly drenched
in his intoxicating poetry
whetted her insatiable
hunger for allegories'
drunken semblances,
quenched an arid thirst
parched of reality,
as she fully indulged
a 'roused appetite
amidst gratifying
brandied fruits &
abundantly aromatic spice
of his arduous delights
Categories:
arduous, allegory, allusion, passion, poetry,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Two hundred and forty seconds or more,
Laying, fetal position in Mother’s fluids,
Fighting for air, for life
Foreshadowing his existence.
Birthed, alone
Taken from one home of solitude to
One of solitary confinement.
To us, a tragedy, to him; life.
December 3, 1930,
Before the stock market crashed
Before this child would be set aside with lost children,
Before he had a chance, he was raised by strangers.
“Institutionalized” from 3 years of age to 18 years old.
Everything being done for him, is measured doses,
Single serving packages were his normalcy,
And nurses squawking, “He’ll never be able to function on his own”
And finally, 18 years old, she came to get him out.
Let him be in the world amongst family, amongst people,
Amongst the living, instead of amongst the helpless.
This “cannot” man, got a job
Cooking for our countrymen
Caring for all encountered on a daily basis,
Permanent smile, glued to his face.
He had done everything he wanted
Even as people looked at him with sympathetic eyes,
He was oblivious to their gaze, yet he knew.
He didn’t mind, didn’t hit the nerves with this man.
He invested money
And made more than most “able” men are capable,
To him, however, it was of no consequence.
He was just as happy to smoke a cigarette and drink coffee.
O, the adversity, the near-death birth,
The late-night mugging, broken mandible,
Never disfigured his smile, or his outlook on life,
Could never dampen his demeanor.
Who ever came, or has come into contact with him, at first
Ultimately felt bad about themselves, as I did,
Never has there been a man so selfless, so unaware,
So angelic.
Like he had already transcended humanity within those
Two hundred forty seconds, and decided to stay for the Ride.
Everything was so new, so awed by life in general.
Family and friends of Larry,
Should know something they might have overlooked.
This man, rather, this man-child, although sheltered,
Institutionalized, disregarded, downtrodden by others,
Accomplished more than most men that have been referenced and revered.
never said a dull or commonplace thing, and for that he will be remembered.
Two hundred forty seconds or Less,
Laying, embracing the life he had, opened his
Eyes, and it’s December 3rd, 1930,
and Mother and son stare at each other for the first time.
Categories:
arduous, lifelife, men,
Form:
Free verse
In arduous times
Angels flake like confetti
Though soft as snowflakes
Categories:
arduous, angel, life,
Form:
Haiku
The spiritual mountain is an arduous climb.
Just keep looking up. Don't glance at behind..
It's bound to get tougher the higher one goes.
Be careful where you step and grasp with those toes..
Climb above this world with it's problems and hatred,
as you strive to keep your thoughts positive and sacred..
When the climb makes you weary deep to your soul,
keep those eyes on the summit, that ultimate goal..
Categories:
arduous, god, spiritual,
Form:
Prose Poetry
You are my saving grace…you never left me without a trace
You traced tranquility on my lips…I need to get a grip…how I long for His accord…
life could be easy or hard – don’t discard the talent of a brainless, yet clever
bard…I still have the hearts to outrun all of the negativity and tragedies coming
my way – life’s arduous adventures are like a mystery card – where does your
heart dwell? Are you spellbound in your shame-packed shell?
I long to pick up the shards of my heart and run this race
We are as sturdy and grand as a thousand ships – peace will come to us if peace
is what we can afford…maybe, it will be our award…if we look up to God – I’m
wishing for His flourishing, fantastic and flawless Kingdom to dawn upon us; but
first, let us work hard to earn liberty on the highest level…we’ll sing in unison and
we’ll be together again – but, that’s another story to tell
Categories:
arduous, adventure, deep, hope, longing,
Form:
Free verse
Poesy's an arduous art;
it requires skill and strict meter
and a poet of strong, rare heart;
or he will soon tire and teeter.
Poesy's an arduous art;
one must be a well-trained poet
to deftly pen poems subtly smart
and lyrical and not blow it.
Poesy's an arduous art;
a poet needs to be real sharp,
or his songs will just fall apart
with the pluck of the minstrel's harp.
Poesy's an arduous art;
from inspiration to the end,
even from the very first cold start,
a poet's measure should transcend.
Categories:
arduous, art, heart, inspiration, muse,
Form:
Lyric
A confident man I used to be,
I was content and settled but still not free,
some spark I caused set alight to my soul,
as I moved towards a happier goal.
A father, a husband, a soldier and lover,
things now in my past, but not all quite over,
guided by warm smiles and the opening of thighs,
from the young blonde succubus that secured my demise.
I thought her an innocent but she knew what she was doing,
even in bed, it was my mind she was screwing,
pretended to love me and hold me up high,
but I did not fake it, I did not lie.
I need to talk to her still, I must appear weak,
but no matter what method I try she won't speak,
it is not fair as she was my best friend,
now no one can console me, and I want it to end.
We both had a love but now hers is shattered,
and I'm treated like I have never mattered,
Christmas and New Year spend alone in tears,
fetally curled on the floor, shaking, surrounded by beers.
I was such a confident man, and strong and true,
but I just don't know anymore what I should do,
I know dwelling on the past is bad for my health,
but somehow now I don't even know myself.
So I am blank and vacantly hold no expression,
I hurt so much and it's all I took from this lesson,
and I will hurt for ever as I don't know who I am,
but I do know it's her fault, she broke this man.
I still eat and still breathe and I know I could stop it,
but if I did that no one would profit,
so I wait, although hopeless, just in case,
she proves me wrong and shows her true face.
Categories:
arduous, hope, true love,
Form:
Free verse
Life is arduous, solid, firm...
light, simple is to break
rocks ... it is laborious to live ...
much further intense
exhausting is writing
books and to find poetry...!
Categories:
arduous, allegory, allusion, appreciation, creation,
Form:
Epigram
Tree trunk dulled the axe,
feller had to sharpen and wax,
apply strength twice as much,
to fell the tree as such,
all arduous deeds are about same,
you have to work hard,hard and hard,
honing,cutting and nibbling,
before they lead you to any fame.
Categories:
arduous, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
the leeway of cosmos stand perplexing
grueling strained in this way
enlightenment darkened
Written: March 25, 2022
Categories:
arduous, analogy, creation, space,
Form:
Kimo
C-omplete the arduous duty,
R-efrain from being negligent;
I-t's a task given by God,
S-tay vigorous and diligent.
L-aborious or arduous duty
I-s done through faith and love;
Z-ealously uphold your fervor,
A-im to please the Father above.
R-emain strong and steadfast,
D-oing your function ardently;
O-n Thursday February fifteenth, stay firm with arduous duty.
Categories:
arduous, birthday,
Form:
Acrostic
L-ong and arduous journey
O-pens your life to faith;
V-igorously reach your goal,
E-nter into the heaven's gate.
L-ong and arduous journey
I-s also the difficult way;
B-ecause it's marked by great effort,
E-leventh of March Sunday.
R-ough and rigorous road
A-llows your eyes to see
T-he hard and gruelling labor
O-f the long and arduous journey.
Categories:
arduous, birthday,
Form:
Acrostic
Travails nor toils so edgy,
Hilly roads nor heights dizzy,
Nor arduous journey,
Ye call it a pilgrimage,
I, picnic spots, what a rage!
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Musings|18.05.2021|
Topic: travel, pilgrimage
Poet’s Note: Pilgrimages are increasingly turning into picnic spots what with smooth roads, infrastructure to cater to visitors, and comfortable facilities. People arrive in all comforts as tourists rather than pilgrims of old times under a lot of hardships that they faced willingly and as a matter of fact. Things are a changing.
Categories:
arduous, change, journey, travel,
Form:
Rhyme