Best Blindly Poems
Where Man Walks Blindly And Heart Begs Relief
In the gnashing of teeth rests
a curse hurled at infinity
with its smug cannons of false piety
and impudent airs of erosion.
Where that mystical Chalice of Hope
walks upon its three broken legs
seven poison arrows await delivery
unto Dawn's wide and gaping jaws.
As solemn cries quake the dying tree
untouched fruit, begs the ants
see our value, our sorrows
and tear into us, divinely.
From within hurt's final locket
golden relief asks no more
midnight flights of fancy
or delicious dregs of sad sorrows.
From seas of swarming inequities
fly certainty of rectitude
pipes of anxiety
chasms of cavernous solitude
and spasms of deepest regrets.
Where hides oceans of serenity
touch of soft velvety clouds
fertile soils of sweet charity
warmth of dawn's gasping lights
its new greeting hands?
Robert J. Lindley, 5-04-2019
Free verse, ( Thoughts My Muse Once Forbade Me To Ink )
Note: From this following old poem fragment that I recently found
on the back of one of my longer poems, I sat down and decided to write a free verse creation from that ancient time in my life and my memory of my thoughts back then
("As I walk short plank over hollow seas
Begging my feet to race ever faster
Or else jump as if all falling was free
And no more was Fate my truest master!"
RJL,1973 )
Categories:
blindly, art, blue, creation, deep,
Form:
Free verse
old men plan a casual shrug to war
inflatable egos
the fault lines of "manageable engagement "
whims to sip glory
adventurous folly, pomp and fame
young men pay the toll
on a route that chokes their end
hapless fate
to burn through youth's prime
to cut that sweet apple in two
wide eyed faith that softens the will to question
to follow a nation's calling
to battle "barbarians"
till fighters labor to know what for
if freedom's not a bread that's shared
realities of war
a roaming slaughter, its drifting body count decay
a misery and waste that burn the sky
above battlefields of leafless trees
soldiers' lives on the clockhands of death
we gather up their shields and weep
till the peace comes midst desolation
till in wisdom and carnage a life affirming flame
is lit
Poem composed November 15, 2021
Categories:
blindly, bereavement, conflict, courage, soldier,
Form:
Free verse
Where Man Walks Blindly Crying All Is Lost
As mind ponders on life and its brief span-
Only a gasp in the great fog of time;
Fleeting the days and quests of mortal man
Often in darkness, void of any rhyme.
Walking in pouring rain with sheer delight;
So, so short those pleasures may often be ;
Man born to deep rage and so quick to fight,
Eternally yearns to be truly free.
Sages and poets, keepers of heartfelt thought-
Souls that cry out for sweeter love and peace,
Too often ignored, favoring those bought,
Scoundrels hell will have and never release!
Rejection of truth has its steepest costs:
Where man walks blindly crying all is lost.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-02-2016
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 14 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 109
Categories:
blindly, deep, history, humanity, life,
Form:
Sonnet
Why do you constantly keep saying you love me?
What did I ever do or say to make you feel that way?
There has never been an intimate moment between us.
We have never passionately kissed or embraced each other.
We never walked holding each other’s hands like lover’s do.
What have I ever done or you think I did to deserve your love?
How can you stand there and say that you love me?
You are either crazy or just another liar.
In either case, I know you will hurt me.
How could I possibly believe in you?
I can see you, hear you, and touch you,
but there is no way you can be for real.
I am too broken to take a leap of faith.
My heart has lied to me far too often.
I can no longer trust my own feelings.
If you do really love me, you must be a fool
I am too damaged to be loved by anyone.
A true heart would be wasted on me now.
I am a bundle of doubts and fears
wrapped in a blanket of insecurity.
Why would anyone want to love me?
The shattered heart captures the caring eyes
of the one capable of seeing a beautiful heart
reflected in the smallest of shards left behind
in the consuming wake of false love’s savage fury.
The one who sees a heart once full of passion
flailing in the rapids of sorrow desperately
grasping for any reason to believe in love again.
The one with hands strong enough to pull
it free from the perilous fate that awaits.
The one who sees great beauty in imperfection,
who thinks a ravaged heart is worth saving,
who believes that it can be restored to splendor,
who blindly loves not what it has become,
but all it could be.
Categories:
blindly, heart, love,
Form:
Free verse
I'm walking blindly
In a two way street
Feeling my way
Stumbling on my feet
Most of the time
I don't know my path
What the hell I'm doing
How to get it straight
I'm crawling still
Trying to learn
Committing mistakes
Feeling the burn
Of being out of place
But I’m doing my best
I just need a direction
A north…
A compass…
***
January 02, 2017
Categories:
blindly, confusion, emotions, lost,
Form:
Free verse
When adversity closes in on one...
You stand alone...
No familiar faces,
No shoulder to lean on,
No friend holding your hand...
Who can one depend on...
Loving unconditionally,
Asking for nothing in return...
For me
O Mighty Tree, My Home
Symbolizes the Mercy of Almighty
In Whom I Trust Blindly....
Categories:
blindly, allah, faith,
Form:
Prose
So many in today's society just think
truthfulness is whatever they want it to be
making it all suitable to their taste
just like the squirrel climbing its tree
Truth has a real mind of it's own
having a way to catch it's followers out
followers did I say? well think they are!
as they don't really know what truths about
They give no time to listen with ears open
missing the gems that sparkle and shine
real nuggets of wisdom and reality
that they could easily say its mine
This they can't say for blind rejection
such is their foolishness of closed minds
there's no end to man's depth of madness
suppressing truth so not able to find
(Quote: "Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing ever happened. " ~ Winston Churchill)
Categories:
blindly, life, travel, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
I hate the let downs and lies
Sorely missed are the times
When honesty’s limit was the sky
These ears have heard so much
Lips experienced the misleading kiss
Body has felt the false touch
Ur poison was spread today
The realization unknown
As u were injected one day
This might be my immunity
As I have almost lost feeling
My protection from the mutiny
As little as it may seem to you
Was my first time to trust again
I had so much to give, u had no clue
Categories:
blindly, confusion, life, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Question if the blind leads the blind
where do the sighted lead each other
the eyes of God shall guide thee!
8/13/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022
Categories:
blindly, analogy, anxiety, character,
Form:
Monoku
Thinking over conversations
written words
never any spoken
Silently I fear
what would it be like
if I had you near?
Would I still hold
that small part
of heart and soul?
Would my dreams
finally be put in place
behind closed eyes?
Wondering if soon enough
fears will be
put to rest.
Categories:
blindly, dream, journey, love, romance,
Form:
Free verse
Sometimes it's best to be left all alone.
Sometimes I guess I just need to be shown
how to look in the mirror and not have to see
a reflection of self pity staring back at me.
Sometimes I guess I don't know how to think
let my thoughts take the wheel why I sit back and drink
till I can't think no more, so my will must be weak.
Sometimes I guess I need to learn how to speak.
Getting back up off the ground isn't easy
when family and loved ones were all there to see me
fall flat on my face cause I just couldn't find
what I did wrong this time without losing my mind.
Sometimes I should probably learn to let go
of my past, when it haunts me, to let someone know
how I feel before turning to what's killing me.
I guess I need to see vodka won't set me free.
Sometimes I guess I need to be reminded
I can't love myself when I'm constantly blinded
by my own perceptions of what love should be.
If I knew what love was, she'd still be here with me.
Sometimes I guess I don't know why I'm here
in the drivers seat, when I don't know how to steer
without finding a ditch cause my vision's gone black
so I crash with my loved ones sitting in the back.
Sometimes I guess I need to learn how to listen
to hear that one point that I'm constantly missing,
those few simple words that should make it all clear.
When they say "hey Bill, you can't even have one beer."
Sometimes I think life is an ocean of lessons
we're put here to learn, so I'll make this confession.
I am the reason for my misery.
I will never be free until I learn to fix me.
Categories:
blindly, inspirationallove, me,
Form:
Bio
How the heck can we trust these jokers.
When given our fortunes they poke us,
with the promise to invest,
and return high interest.
So why are investors called brokers?
Categories:
blindly, confusion,
Form:
Limerick
A love with no true compromise pretends
Live for anything you justify to defend
Days drift away, so many you may forget
Looking at history you saved as I spent
Know all those times I didn't say what I mean
Sometimes my best way to show is to be unseen
Money means nothing pertaining to buying time
Maybe a real thing won't ever leave your mind
I'm not hiding anywhere, I want you to find me
I'll prove this love being devoted rock steady
Go for another round, seek your needed insight
You can search for another, I am what is right
Has this life happened while we were asleep?
Will it be our dream that takes us too deep?
Is your life the book you couldn't put down?
Or taken by others taking you another round?
Once ago another time, dense fog was my only sight
I didn't see difference, clarity had no compromise
What I saw was what it was, and how it affected me
Now I can see what is real, love leads not blindly
Categories:
blindly, devotion, lovelife, love,
Form:
Rhyme
There is no god in England
(I learned of that this day)
For when a man is stricken
He has no more to say.
He lies in expectation,
The end to shortly be,
Torment is blindly gazing out
Through eyes that barely see.
The blaze within his body
Radiates, and yet,
The chilling of his very soul
Allows him to forget.
With sonance all around him,
The sobbing and the tears,
He listens to so many words
Whereas he hardly hears.
And so, within his restless mind
His hopes are all he'll keep;
All he'll find to warm his heart
As those about him weep.
And in the darkness of the hour,
When all is done and said,
He sleeps the sleep that comes to pass
And rapes his weary head.
Categories:
blindly, angst, bereavement, cancer,
Form:
Rhyme
She was again in my life
disguising herself as my much missed best friend
Wanting her so blindly
I let her break my heart again
Together we spent most of our day
and a few intimate nights
becoming closer just as we were before
Without any warning she turned away again . . .
she decided she doesn't want to know me any more
Now that I am to move on
Tell me, where do I go from here
and how do I start
When all that I can do
is to stumble through . . .
the shattered pieces of my broken heart
Categories:
blindly, confusion, depression, fear, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form:
Rhyme