Best Attentively Poems
It’s our second date.
On our first date we talked until sun rise
all I wanted to do was to keep looking at you,
to keep looking at your lips,
to keep looking at your eyes,
listen to you attentively.
I should tell you
I was resentful
of the morning light
placed a dot
on chapter one
of you and me.
This time we start our date
at my favourite restaurant.
You tell me you love it.
We dine in the divine atmosphere
of two strangers slowly becoming friends.
Your laugh sends joy
back to my past,
through to my future,
your laugh is my joyful present .
Your smile hugs my body.
I think you may be the one.
Then I wonder if I spoke my thought out loud.
Coincidentally you suddenly hold my hand
with both of yours
as you speak to me looking at me eye to eye.
I swear I want to die,
now,
in this perfect moment,
in this perfect us.
I don’t remember leaving.
I do leave
but this time I don’t feel alone.
This time I feel you with me.
I start to laugh happy in this silly me.
I paint you from memory
on the retina of my eye.
I fall asleep
just to
visit you
in my dreams.
04~12~2014
Maurice Yvonne
High upon the highest heights
I see the most tremulous sight
A small girl, fair and tranquil
Smiling strangely, sitting still
Beneath a sobbing willow tree
She recites a verse upon her knee
She sings a rhythmic hymn
Not of death, nothing grim
But prays that life will return
Even for those who are doomed to burn
The girl is a woman now
Beneath the tree and upon the cloud
She whispers, “I am watching you”
Why then are you so blue?
A single tear of sadness and joy
Rejuvenate the quirky earthly boy
Who sits down beneath the blooming tree
Listening to her silent voice attentively
She reminds him she was once young too
That she also was a misty shade of blue
But when the boy grows into man
He has come to ignore the fair woman
Who watches him still from above
Burning and swelling with disdainful love
The ways of the world have sweltered his heart
And time has torn his soul apart
Thus he has lost all innocence and light
Battling his sinful lust—an endless plight!
I watch as he feeds on others’ pains and fears
Reducing the vigilant woman to tears
The prayer of the innocent has been ignored
Life has died and hellfire stored
Into the hearts of the impotent
In blue, fires of haze their heart is sent
Toiling in misery and lament
Savaged and severed by our regret
The heavenly woman grows old and frail
And the man still treads the sinful trail
As the rotting tree withers into dust
Can I revive it? –I must!
Low as low can possibly be
I watch myself condescendingly
A tombstone, gray and hell-bent
Frowning knowingly in bewilderment
Above the dust that once was a tree
She cries out a verse anxiously
Faintly she whispers the undying hymn
Not of happiness, nothing of whim
And prays that life will come to end
For those that break instead of bend
Listening attentively to nature's whispers
The secrets of eternal life I was taught
Secrets, hidden in every being existing
That my perplexed mind forever has them sought!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 February 2019
12-11-12-11
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honor of POTD on this humble poem of mine.
You grow so fast, already showing glimpse of awesome creativity
and transform discoveries from the industrious nature of your observations
so squat at my feet and raise your attentive head up high
to be equipped for this compulsory journey oh sweet creature of my seed.
My hands of your molding and chastisement
are already the processing engine of your refinement
my strong willed mind and love soaked heart
complete the stages as you hold steadfast
to the train I’ve prepared for you
Listen attentively as I perform this segment of my duties
and lets take a tour round the routes of wisdom
and gallivant the landscape of experience
while I pedal your feet and smoothen your soles
Seasoned flavored virtues are an armour through which
life’s shots are overcomed
and a colourful behaviour becomes a saviour in times of need
Labor not your whole life in chasing vapour
for out of vigour, flour is made from wheat,
Bread from flour, but all for a time of enjoyment and satisfaction
Guilty syndrome is exhibited when a person answers unasked questions
and don’t force out jokes from your head
or else people will think your sense of humor is on a life support
Sunset is no accuse for the clock to stop running ad infinitum
thus, an excuse is like a punctured umbrella
it’ll still not stop the invasion of raindrops
Your natural desires are borderless, but your ability
to strongly control them is what makes you distinct
from other species in the animal kingdom
Love has no prefix, suffix or adjective
it is what it is and as powerful as
causing natural instincts to be abdicated in favour of kindness
just for the carnivore to embrace abstinence.
He who begins a tale becomes its reference
don’t say what you cannot defend in court
rumour is a bad odour which spreads beyond the neighbourhood
and puts a noisy siren on your personality
Bad companionship will lead you to the garbage
and corrupt friends will join others
to marvel at the immortality of your adopted stupidity
Wash your face every morning with these words
and take your every meal with these lines
then would they be spices
to which your life is preserved.
Once Man,
Nature’s forgiveness implored,
For
Crimes humanity has, against the environment
Committed
And
Sincerely, his serious concern expressed for the
Peril, the whole planet was in, because of
Man’s doing
Nature, attentively, listened to every word, Man,
Wished so much to say,
Then, turning towards him, with great emphasis
Declared:
“Worry not about me, my very dear child
For
Ample time to recover I would have, soon after
Your upcoming disappearance
Which
For long now, you, so thoughtlessly, have yourself
arranged!”
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 MARCH 2015
I am the word of God
A unique collection of 66 books
I was inspired by the Holy Spirit
As the fountain of God's knowledge
I am called the Bible in bookshops and libraries
In the hearts of men I dwell as the Holy Bible
I am uncommon type of book
I require uncommon type of reading
As you read me I also read you
I am the mirror you need daily
I am the guide for His worship
Fountain of hope for eternal life
I am authoritative
I am infallible
I am the Roadmap
The standard for all Christians
To read me you need the Holy spirit
Reading me with grudges in your hearts is reading literature
Reading me with unforgiveness is reading history of God's Generals
Read me with hearts free from worries
Read me often
Read me slowly
Read me regularly
Read me repeatedly
Read me earnestly
Read me persistently
Read me attentively
Read me with devotion
Read me I have spiritual power
Read me I have converting power
Read me I have healing power
Read me I keep you from sins and errors
Read me I refresh your minds
Read me I rejoice your hearts
Read me I am the food for your souls
Read me I give you power in prayer
Gentle are this afternoon's random rains,
that water the garden's blooming flowers.
Still one hummingbird ignores the showers.
Life travels through its delicate veins.
Suspended motionless feeds on planted nectar,
harmless, unimposing, all thrust no vector.
My tearing eyes lit glowingly,
in awe I observe attentively
this miniature bird moving quietly.
While silk wings flutter invisibly,
his straw draws food continually.
A brushed mystical blue
with stroked green sure
presents a marveled view
of God's fairy creature.
Flitting to and
fro above land.
Diminutive and grand
this alluring,
this flying
miracle!
18~10~2014
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest Name: The "I Do Not Know" Poetry Form Contest
NOTE: A young college football player who plays for a team that I follow was seriously hurt this
past weekend. I wrote this poem in honor of that young man and in hopes of a speedy
recovery.
The scarlet warrior with foe in sight,
Stops the advance with all his might.
First, a roar of great celebration;
Then a silencing of the elation.
Prideful eyes from thousands of fans,
Watch attentively with folded hands.
On the ground lies one of their own;
A knight fighting gallantly for his home.
From the banks of the ole Raritan,
Prayers and thoughts for Eric LeGrand.
Representing his school and his state;
Of his courage and valor there’s no debate.
Playing a game he dearly loves;
Blessed with ability given from above.
Now relies on his inner strength,
And all our support to every length.
I only know Eric as a Rutgers’ fan,
But some day would like to shake his hand,
And on that day when he retakes the field,
On my knees, to God, I’ll give thanks and kneel.
I
watched
attentively as
each fold was
creased so carefully and precisely,
and then tested with great care to exact the chosen form.
It was made worthy
of long, sustained
flight to compete
with the other
boys, whose
fathers also
taught them the basics of
aerodynamics from the
kitchen
table.
Gently close your eyes
And pay attention.
Wallow in the state of calmness
And mentally snip off
All tethers of here and now.
Escape to a blissful,
Uncharted no man's land.
Just listen attentively.
Hear that?
Ah, the sound of rain...
What could be more soothing?
Thousands of drums,
Simultaneously beating;
Rain rattling the roof
To make your joyous spirit dance.
Take time to listen
To the sound of rain pelting the roof.
Relax and empty your mind.
Surrender to glorious serenity.
Explore your imagination
And let it run wild.
What could be more enchanting?
Date written: 10/31/2022
I was climbing up a ladder on a day
with a cool breeze purring through the roof gutters.
The wind would dip and run inside the open metal
canister then shoot up with the unforgiving wall
at roof’s end…
That upthrust would meet my rising hair
with a foosh reminding me of ungifted rewards,
like spinning windmills our air is happy and free
while I climb the satoric rungs for a vision clearer
than the ground below…
Space between the thoughts is what we are trained to see
And as those continents tread away from each other
The mass of men’s woes storm along breathless air
Like a cannonball bringing to smoke and cinder
All my grasping mills, shuddering in the wind—let go!
I put the ladder away and walk back into the garage.
I listen attentively to my breathing as I open the
screen door that leads to my kitchen that leads
to my living room carpet where I will lay down
and count all my blessings…
…until I fall asleep.
“I Never Danced The Tango”
I have more than a few
Regrets in life…
I wish I’d loved my children…
Much more,
Much longer,
Much stronger.
I would wish to be
Much wiser,
Much gentler,
Much more compassionate.
I have worked on my failings
With some success,
And forgave myself
For what I could not achieve.
The Scales of Life
Sometimes tipped my way
But on occasion left me aggrieved.
I have been gifted
Many times over
But often had not known
When Fortune smiled down on me
Or left me on my own.
I have not traveled far abroad
Or dined on foreign cuisine,
Or been enthralled by distant lands
That others have likely seen.
But I have held my new born babe
And kissed a grandchild’s cheek
And helped a little boy reel in his pole
By a favorite fishing creek.
I’ve tasted life and spat some back
That sat bitter on my tongue.
I’ve harmonized a few new tunes
That were better left unsung.
I’ve marked my scores
And I know for sure
- that so attentively has He,
And I pray I receive His passing marks,
But I know of no guarantee.
So I’ll leave this plain with a minor regret
That I know I’ll never achieve -
That I never danced the Tango
On a dazzling summer's eve.
11-12-19
By jb pearce
Summer Mild Night
Relax let the breeze of this mild summer night touch your skin,
Close your eyes,
Open your heart and mind
For a time! you make its long
Take deep long breath.
Open your eyes,
To look attentively at the stars in the sky
If it was cloudy, try again.
Oh, you doubting Man,
don't look at me from afar,
come closer
approach me
examine me
discover me.
Look, I open up to you,
there is no reason for you:
to doubt
to mistrust
to be afraid of me
for
I am the source of light,
the same light that has illumined this world since
the beginning of time,
the same light which
is also enshrined into your soul.
Come nearer,
do not hesitate any longer
but
respond to my endless calling!
Please,
look more attentively at me and you
will see the truth,
the only truth:
That
you and I, so much alike,
we are!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 January 2020
Written: September 12, 2026, Not For Contest
I kindly request that everyone who read the poem offer a prayer for the world and attentively listen the lyrics in the video, to provide feedback on whether incorporating music into the poem would be useful or not, Thanks for your kindness.
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Dear World, I bring no Banner—
No trumpet for the brave—
But only hands grown weary
Of teaching hands to wave—
Let every border soften
Where frightened hearts divide—
And may the stranger's sorrow
Find shelter at our side—
The Earth has borne our thunder
Through cities turned to flame—
Yet still She gives us harvests
And calls us each by Name—
So let us choose the gentler—
The mercy we withhold—
For Peace begins so quietly—
One Heart—then another—held.