Best Blindness Poems
In A Sad Blindness, One May Yet Find Hope
(The Solemn Prayer)
Raining splashing, fierce winds blowing and huge trees sway
I pray not for all this, on some other black day
With dark blue shadows plotting my early demise
I seek deep wisdom from sages worldly and wise
Not just some clever words to soothe this shattered heart
Instead sweet hope, light in words, to this life restart
With power to waken these world-blinded closed eyes
Stop salty tear drops falling from splintered skies.
On this day, life should see past these looming black-storms
Find solace in love, hope and my loving wife's arms
Yet that stone wall, yields to nothing but great power
Far more than this broken soul can muster this hour
When thus lost, can one ever find again that Light
Healer of dagger stabbed wounds, found on a dark night
I pray, gift wisdom to walk that one true-lit path
Release this sad soul from, this evil, wicked wrath.
Raining splashing, fierce winds blowing and huge trees sway
I pray not for all this, on some other black day
With dark blue shadows plotting my early demise
I seek deep wisdom from sages worldly and wise
Not just some clever words to soothe this shattered heart
Instead sweet hope, light in words, to this life restart
With power to waken these world-blinded closed eyes
Stop salty tear drops falling from splintered skies.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-07-2017
Syllables Per Line:
12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 288
Total # Words: 225
Note- I decided to write this poem, this morn. About half had already been composed in my head yesterday afternoon and I finally sat down now to put pen to paper.
Believe me, in that it was not an easy task to finish this and be satisfied with the results.
Maybe I am just tired and stopped because of that.
I don't know. Maybe on another day, I could have and would have thought this lacking and rewritten it..
But today, I have only enough to say, this is as it is(and thus it may stay), hope you may find it agreeable and not fault me too much .......
In Our Blindness, Chalked Up To Just Be Fate
Life, its complexity truly astounds
astounds this old soul so sadly earthbound
earthbound but not without imagined flight
flight into blue heavens's glimmering night.
Night of ill winds that beggars disbelief
disbelief of blindness that brings dark grief
grief of those lost, dying with no recourse
recourse from disease of war's killing force.
Force spilling blood, war's sad barbaric score
score of flesh and bones, as death demands more
more as heaping mounds of worthless refuse
refuse this world considers of no use!
Life, horrors often born of man's dark hate
Hate's dark blindness, chalked up to just be Fate!
Robert J. Lindley, 11- 21-2019
Chained Sonnet, ( War, Its Savagery And Its Bloody Costs)
( Where Peace And Beauty Can Be Shattered In An Instant)
Perfect 100 words hit...
Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words::::: 100
Chained Sonnet definition:
Chained Sonnet ( or linked sonnet), is a sonnet that uses the poetic device of chaining.
The elements of the Chained sonnet are:
1. the verse is written in any sonnet form.
2. chained when the end word of the previous line is the first word of the next line.
3. flexible, at the poet's discretion, to bring the sonnet full circle the first word of the sonnet is the last word of the sonnet.
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## Note::Classified as “Gadget” Sonnet, as they have refrain, or have construction or length requirements
which fall outside of the “standard” sonnet area, which generally vary only in meter, line-length,
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Sure as spring-ebullient cedes to summer’s escapades
In vagaries of time a budding flower parches and fades
And the sweet sound of hatchlings abandons its nest
And autumn’s gilded leaves perish in throes of decay
And dethroned from its apex, sun-glorious as well sets.
Much alike nature, as life unleashes unsettling events
For some, its turbulence triggers hysterical blindness
And esteem that waxed to full-moon begins to wane
Akin to a sunny day that darkens and suddenly rains
Or flame of desires extinguishes in lovelorn marriage.
Purpose and meaning no longer wield a special clout
As soul of vigor confused harbors despondent doubt
And sense of self deteriorates into endless distraught
Till a beloved hand of compassion lovingly reaches out
Reconsolidating its ego, letting spent passions sprout;
Spurring momentous days, seizing thrilled moments,
Un-remembering yesterday, rejoicing bliss of present
Knowing tomorrow’s fate isn’t as assured as today’s,
Cognizant of transience and impermanence of being,
For now is real as can be, for tomorrow may be elusive.
October 6, 2021
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Hysterical Blindness
How Can Deep Folly, Abject Blindness Banish Hope
(How Easily We Are Deceived, Hope Lost)
I recall darkness, creeping edges of power
ease of entry in that first forlorn hour.
No worries, as it entered with its soothing host
aye, but with one true goal, my soul to roast.
Thinking back, my guard I had foolishly let down
enters blackest stain, upon discarded gown.
This heart had abandon once intelligent mind
all in the name of glory, love to find!
So clear now, that wondrous Light I gladly blew out
with glee and joy this lost soul gave a shout.
How can deep folly, abject blindness banish Hope?
I willingly, was hung by my own rope.
Aye, deceptive powers seek out Hope to destroy.
Torture man and play with him as with a new toy.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-08-2017
Sonnet(12,10,12,10)
Syllables Per Line: 12 10 12 10 0 12 10 12 10 0 12 10 12 10 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 156
Total # Words: 120
Part Three of - Hope and its greatest Treasures..
Of The Greeks, Olympus, Blindness Of Modern Man
And the modern Gods laugh poisoning wells
While their blinded throngs hide under sad stones
From the deepest pits come magical spells
To birth new sins from which we must atone
Blackness, its powers hold billions as slaves
As this world races towards its near doom
Freed from old chains by sleeping in new graves
We marvel at our spacious new room.
Shall we admit, that the old Gods were right?
Pride, our deep arrogance gifts us with blight!
What say you, of wisdom sent ages ago
Philosophers, artists to this world gave
Does such not deliver truth, yet still glow
Of essays, sermons authors in their graves
Dare we -yet in stone-blindness- we so dare
Ignore with the vanity of lost fools
Toss such treasure away without care
Dance in darken pits, swim in dank cesspools.
Shall we admit, that the old Gods were right?
Pride, our deep arrogance gifts us with blight!
Should this poet wonder, were those Gods fled
Far off realm, a hidden cosmos to reign
After in cruel darkness this world so bled
Leaving we mortals, wallowing in pain
Alas! Such dares not speak about it all
How in abject darkness we bow to greed
Built our tall castles with decaying walls
Because we know our failings, our great needs!
Shall we admit, that the old Gods were right?
Pride, our deep arrogance- gifts us with blight!
Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme
On My Blindness
I'm going blind;
Blind from picking roses in the graveyard.
Blind from being what I'm not.
Blind from being what I am.
I am losing my sight;
Once I could shoot a rabbit
At a hundred yards.
In the head.
Oh God, I'm losing my eyes.
From dancing to long in the rain,
And from looking for apples in the henhouse.
Red apples and sweet cherries in the henhouse.
I sit in despair;
I am bleeding from the thorns,
From the Graveyard roses.
They are whiter than lilies.
I am afraid of the night.
But what is darkness?
But the absence of the light.
Dear Jesus guide me in the dark.
I am losing my eyes.
From looking for apples in the henhouse.
Roses in the graveyard;
Fire in the teapot.
Forlorn clouds of loneliness engulf me in shades of grey,
pastel sounds of life and love grow dimmer to me every day.
I can feel the burning sunshine dancing on my back,
snatching colors from my world, it melts them into black.
Lost amidst the stars somewhere I once heard a storybook rhyme,
the girl who said she'd always love me is now once upon a time.
Before this darkness found me I saw roses everywhere,
now piercing thorns of emptiness are more than I can bear.
I long to view the peaceful sea; all I hear are the crashing waves,
to read between the lines of living; my eyes are but dots on a page.
To witness lightning's warning of the thunder that I fear,
the stream of life flows by me, leaving only sights I can hear.
The wind brushes through my hair on its way to the towering trees,
the streams rushing through my soul on their path to the faraway seas;
like the wind we blow away,
like the stream we flow away,
on our journey to the tomb of eternity.
Written 4 Nov 2020
it is getting dim
my vision fades more each day-
I hear birds singing
______________________
January 22, 2021
Poetry/Senryu
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1323-043-22
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the contest, All Yours (Jan 22) Contest 902
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/23/2021
First Place
Love is blindness I want to see,
All these feelings inside of me.
I look yet cannot understand,
I try to hold on the best I can.
I want to hear the words said,
But they rattle inside my head.
I want to break free find my way,
Yet I wind up at yesterday.
Love is blindness the world dark,
I see this hope inside my heart.
All the things that I put in,
I find the start yet can’t begin.
I want myself to just break free.
I see what is not what may be.
I feel trapped inside these walls,
The sun fades the curtain falls.
Love is blindness bright as the sun,
Now it has vanished I come undone.
I want to feel the warmth once more,
I cannot see that this is in store.
I find myself so I move on,
I can’t worry about what is gone.
Still I think once more of you
Love is blindness love is true.
Racism in a kids eye
Daddy asked "tell me, which guy do you think is going to win?"
She answered "the guy with the hat"
She didn't say, "oh the white guy, or the black guy, or the light skinned guy...."
She got mommy and daddy smiling
She got auntie thinking. ..
The 50%, the color culture, the "us" separate rhythms we sing, the supremacy games...
All over, we the haters of the one thing that makes us so beautiful. .
THERE IS NO RACISM IN A KID'S EYE
Those innocent eyes see beyond color!
Showcase of my favourite painted collection, a
Piled up for years, eventually being inaugurated, b
Without fail, what if colours were amalgamated ? b
No one could ever unveil my apprehension, a
Heart pouncing, breaths endured expansion, a
More and more to the colours as I concentrated, b
My senses shivered and swiftly hibernated, b
My passion, my hobby could not be my profession ! a
Neutral to doctor's innocuous advice on colour, c
Who proved out the reception on retina as deficient, d
Creator himself had prejudiced me in chromacy, e
Dreams of painting vibrant having lost all valour, c
As literary gained power, hues became munificent, d
Enriched in colors, now could be a pen's supremacy ! e
Written on 5/5/14
Sponsor- Craig Cornish
Contest- Miltonic sonnet
Nude model posing
Strokes of paintbrush can't capture
Darkness of her heart...
for Brian's contest " A VERSE any theme/form MAX 5 LINES "
http://www.worldgallery.co.uk/art-print/My-Naked-Wife-Watching-Her-Body-Become-Steps,-three-Vertebrae-of-a-Column,-Sky,-and-Architecture-50408.html
Salvador Dali
It continues to befuddle my inquisitive mind
why many of you have attacked and maligned
vaccines, and have decided to become aligned
with other naysayers. Are you physically blind?
It's not amusing when false dogma spreads terror
Your claims are outrageous and uttered in error
Open your eyes to the truth, and be a torchbearer
instead of creating hysteria as a rankled despairer.
I'm not suggesting you wear rose-colored shades,
but stop throwing darts at hearts and live grenades
at those fighting for the right cause in the crusades.
Life or death is not a game to play like charades.
I wonder how you'd feel if one you loved had died
for refusing to allow a needle to pierce their hide.
Would you admit your theories had been cockeyed
or pig-headedly insist, "Vaccinations are unjustified."
Remove the cloth binding your eyes. Set yourself free
of lies sweetened with rhetoric, so we all might be
safer in a world that's not destined for its apogee.
Listen, if you refuse to see. Please consider this plea.
October 5, 2021
This or That, Vol 7 Contest - Hysterical Blindness
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
We see only skin
that protects the inner soul...
like reading one's mind
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Not by what we say but by what we do
Not by being silent can we prove what's true.
Not by passive stance can we make things right
Not by shades of gray is there black and white.
Not by being fearful can we keep our land,
Not by false illusions can our freedom stand.
Not by being cowards are the battles won,
Not by being still can many things be done.
It takes real men to stand and face the foe,
It takes truth in us to walk where we must go.
It takes every fiber here to negate the lies
It takes boldness to stop our own country's demise,
It takes unity of heart and one goal to find
It takes all the governed to speak out their mind
It takes just one man to bring utter destruction
It takes blindness to bring death to a nation.
All rights reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~07.25.15
Epistrophe - the repetition of a word or words at the end of two or more successive verses, clauses, or sentences.