Best Carefulness Poems
Autumn steals the long days from Spring,
The dawn sunrise turns pinker in the reflection of water
And the morning air is crisper.
Was it Autumn that stole your daughter too?
The season turns, the season flees.
In the way the oak tree clings to its leaves,
You take caution in letting go of the last
Like the carefulness in letting go of your daughter,
You tried your hardest, but you never caught her
And as the new season arrives, you unpack
Your heavy coats.
You learn to get used to missing the warm sunshine
And on the days where the Autumn leaves fall harder,
You crave to listen to the sound of your daughter’s laughter
Mingle with the sound of rustling leaves.
As Autumn deepens, your loss deepens,
Your grief deepens and
The colder days creep in.
Old oak now as naked as the nursery
Without your daughter sleeping
And Autumn winds howl, weeping,
Crying for relief from Fall’s feelings
The way your daughter cried for healing.
Was it Autumn that freed her too?
The season stirs, the season goes.
In the way the oak tree regrows
You open your heart just as the clouds open
To let through the warm sunshine.
You see her in the playfulness of the world’s colours,
You see her eyes in the shape of your mother’s
Do you feel her in the Autumn too?
Categories:
carefulness, daughter, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Two hearts in an awesome communication
but covered by bodies which are worshipers of denial.
She adores him, he cherishes her
but such feelings are molded into the formality of colleagues.
Excitement, no matter how little, is suppressed,
appreciation rendered from a falling heart but by casual lips;
attraction, pressures the borders of the mind through its swell
but yet restricted by the protective bunkers of pretense.
When the time for absence to ease the saga comes,
anticipation drafts out a time table
for expectation to put every event on alarm
in both souls which cling to the thoughts of the next reunion.
Ego strips to perform a show on affectionate longing;
he becomes the gold standard to her new lifestyle
while she becomes the detergent to which his actions are washed.
Time once again takes a shift from itself,
internal body signals responding to a meeting, soon to occur.
Face to face, the physical acquaintance is once more blessed
but the corresponding fever has now began to snore,
weakening the whiskers of attraction to stay down.
Executive in the outside, voracious in the inside
with longing spirits towards each other
but confined by dramatized strictness.
Static and fixed concentration but away from her from the guy
with concrete rigidity lasting for long-long minutes.
Expert carefulness and planned accuracy in body movements from the lady
with continuous episodes of deep exhales
coming out of tension’s internal burning sticks.
Avoiding each other’s gazes with admiration’s lips tightly sealed
epitomizing an atmosphere of two minds in one likeness,
yet standing as agents of discomfort to each other.
Heat has unnecessarily been added to a delicacy so spicy
and nothing can blow it out unless someone says something.
Categories:
carefulness, emotions, fantasy, feelings, first
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Birth. Life.
Reliant. Trust.
Wonder. Bliss.
Rules. Unsurety.
Rules. No meaning.
Rules. Punishment.
Realization. Carefulness
Realization. Why
Why. Realization
Love. Acceptance
Caring. Learning
Growing. Self realization
God. Spiritual
Spiritual. Enlightenment
Friends. Good
Friends. Bad
Learning. Future
Compassion. Feeling
Feeling. New
Understanding.ageing
How wonderful it is.the journey that is.home will come, inevitably.it will come.
Aging. Acceptance
Illness. Faith
Faith. Understanding
Acceptance. Life
Life. Death
Categories:
carefulness, birth,
Form:
Concrete
Look at you, you have found my heart
With love I stare into your eyes
With passion I devise
I can not part with you or can not stop the things I have started
So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone
Look I walk by your side and I found my self crying
With your hands so soft with gentleness
With your smile so beautiful with carefulness
I do notice life with you without sighing
So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone
Without a fear of losing you, you are in my visions
With beautiful roses by your side
I love you more than twelve times
Without doubt I do love you, I care for you and you alone
So do not walk away
Please lets talk about things anyway
With feelings of letting you go is make me ache in the heart
Do not stop believing my passion has fallen apart
So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone
Look I want us to grow old with each other through years of journeys
With hope of sharing life of fulfillment that gives us memories
With this I hope to give all of my faith and I hope it is not to late
I Look into your eyes with such full life because you have been my life date
So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone
And you alone
So I raise my hands to embrace you
you alone
Categories:
carefulness, beautiful, beauty, caregiving, dedication,
Form:
Light Verse
The bravery of wisdom
The supervisor of dignity
Disclaiming the indentity unknowingly
Perpetrating the life of the one.
The father of justice,
Came forth to intervene.
The dumpless of sorrow,
Carelessness,carefulness and cleanliness
Calamity sent for cheating
To bestowed the life of the livings.
It is the sorrow of life
Come forth distance.
Don’t be a victim?
Categories:
carefulness, absence, abuse, body, change,
Form:
Ballad
How dainty and shy is she
She is even ever so, she warms the soul.
If you do handle her, handle with carefulness.
If she is approachable at all.
Sweet and delicate a flower
With a winter strength of gold
So I suppose she knows her
Elegance
This rose is so admired and LONELY
On winters dance floor.
For none other grows at the frigid
Cusp of this season except this rose
Watch her in the most frosted temperatures,
She hoards the empathy of passing strangers
On their way to festive affairs.
What a dizzying fanciful dessert
Any and every heart would dote deliriously
One of life's priorities, this golden rose
Rosy, rosier, rosiest
Every other rose knows
Fancies her, most fanciest, she's fancier
With her white snowflake dress
The most alluring. The golden quiet
Queen knowing her pose and poise
With silent rejoice.
Categories:
carefulness, dance, happy, lonely, rose,
Form:
Alliteration
A friend to her, for decades
from the innocence of children
to the adventures of teenagers
and even the stupidity of best friends
all well shared and enjoyed
to a point the gods ask why the wait
and beg for the next level.
He sees all the possibilities
to make her the care-taker of his heart.
Thinking he's the only one with eyes open
he made his confession
attached with an honest recommendation
to his amazement
she looked at him and said
"you are so nice, but like a brother to me'.
Switching to the next damsel
who's no where near cold
but soft, tender, meek and charming.
He allows her control the pace
and lets her gentleness maintain the tempo.
Feeds her with poems
and makes her drunk with happiness
with hopes going higher, reaching the moon
she looked at him and said
"sorry! I am not yet ready".
He jumped into the next wagon
having an available space for a beauty
and meets a potential 'second half'
pretty, quiet and an introvert.
Worships her right from day one
letting lose the net of affection,
half in magnitude of his efforts
will strike the tenderness of a millepede
but it got her scared as she looked at him and said
"I just had a heart break; I'm so sorry"
Watering a fresh new flower
growing in a familiar garden just close by,
makes him grow in creativity
as he engage in constant words exchange
and creating wonderful serenity around her.
Huge investments and time well spent
coupled with passionate research
in equipping his machinery of jokes and laughter
sums up his passion and carefulness
in his latest trial which seems worthy of the medal.
Constant updates on his outlook
and becoming the number one specimen for fashion
were not enough as she looked at him and said
"You still have no swag"
So many disappointments
made him stronger, wiser and smarter
not even a forest of wild beast
will make him turn his back
to the beauty and escapades of life.
The moment he tried to pause,
the period he wanted to take a nap;
the Queen bee passed by.
A simple hi and a conversation
led to series of memorable meetings,
having in mind, the worst is a "no"
and her welcoming countenance,
a proof to nothing yet,
he asked with no expectation in mind
then she looked at him and said
"Yes! Sweet heart. I want to be your girl"
Categories:
carefulness, relationship, romance, romantic,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Entering a new phase of life full of standing ovation
can be disrupted by the polarized effect of growth.
Innocence is pressed by social hypocrisy
to expose a young heart to adult conspiracies.
It’s tough to be in between the balance of morality and biology;
prematurity may be a reasonable excuse
but defending that little wisdom with clever restrictions
is a vital and compensatory need.
The right hand punches away corrupt company
but the left never lets go their naughty flare.
Growing wants then begin to misplace events and reasons
as a night club is for instance turned to a place for sight-seeing.
Carefulness is lost and internal scrutiny easily carried away.
A wrong predator then wins that precious attention’s mandate;
lies come with charismatic fun to leave total believe with no option.
Breaking a three days dry fast with mushroom and vodka, one brags,
such false manliness is captured and quickly admired.
Spending a night with a man in an isolated room
with the only expectation of playing chess;
not considering he is well blooded and physically functional,
enacting the precept of “can see, may touch but can’t taste”
is a time bomb set to explode in a matter of seconds.
Bending standards in conformity to peer-pressure,
copying the trend but doing it in a different fashion.
Act may be temporarily bound but the mind is already full blown;
interest is lured for a protracted time
just for corruption to cajole and make a deal.
Attention settles it for manifestation to take over,
drug, violence and sex once poked through accessible media
are fully accepted by the wishes of germinating drives.
Boundaries are what attract check points
when they’re non-existent, naivety is promoted
and no matter the made rules, foolishness most often wins
to craft out experience,
covered with the unattractive curtains of deadly mistakes.
Categories:
carefulness, character, conflict, confusion, growing
Form:
Epic
Step on a crack break your mothers back
No way is she going to go down with that
So I watch what I do, the direction I move
To not hurt my mom with the steps that I choose
I even avoid the cracks that I see
Randomly placed, all taunting me
When lightening slides by, cracking the sky
I turn my back and quickly close both my eyes
Never dare do I stare when a plumber is near
At the massive crack looming from his derriere
Never thought I would find nor realize
There are so many cracks filling our lives
Now that I know I try and avoid
So my dear sweet mother can grow healthy and old
I don't swing around to the bad side of town
Where crack in a bag can be easily found
Then in my carefulness I find that I slipped
Not watching where I placed my last careless step
I let out a gasp as I hear a loud crack
Knowing full well where that crack is at
Oh all the horror, oh all the shame
That I am the one to accept all the blame
What I feared all along went terribly wrong
Now all I've got to say is...Sorry Mom
Categories:
carefulness, funny, horror, humor, mom,
Form:
Rhyme
Past, I want to turn on the past,
The time when we we're still sweet,
Always I think every night,
Happiness on us can't get lost,
Tears in my eyes can't really hide it,
Because you're always in my sight.
You mend my broken heart,
But easily you broke.
You healed my pain,
But easily you hurt me.
You caress me,
But easily you changed.
How can I forget the past?
You're thoughtfulness, whom I can search that?
You're carefulness, can I just forget it?
Definitely I can't...
Because you're all I want.
Categories:
carefulness, longing, love hurts,
Form:
Rhyme
The gentle lady was often observed by a little boy. She had hands with a magical touch coveted by many.
In her left hand were strings of hair longing to be treated, and in her right hand was an iron comb of varying temperatures.
The iron comb and human hands slowly stroked the hairs of her clientele. But she was accompanied with a most listening ear to hear the heart cries
of those who sat in her 'beauty chair'. Hers was a heart of gold with a very special place, a compartment, for the storage and processing of the many
secrets that she was told. She had plenty enough cares of her own because hers was a family of many kids and often a most insensitive husband twenty-
two years her senior. Nevertheless, out of what at times was a war zone, a house of chaos, she crafted a happy home. Her lips, through which never a
harmful word would be revealed, were always sealed. A breath of fresh air and soothing like a gentle breeze that slowly flowed through the open sky, this
beautician cared for far more than hair. Her home was an open door, and many were the burdens of others that she so willingly bore. So loving and
caring, she was gifted with an eye for beauty that looked deep into the souls
of her customers. It was there that she beheld so much of their misery and
ugliness with a carefulness for withholding judgment. They came with high hopes of a great hairdo which they received but also left with a makeover of
their troubled souls, because they were touched by the crafty hands and loving heart of a little boy's mother who was a beautician I once knew.
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Categories:
carefulness, boy, childhood, love, sympathy,
Form:
Couplet
They are many voices all around
creating thoughts of many a kind
carefulness is required just in case
these thoughts can make one blind
We all have that inner voice
not audible but just as strong
speaking tones of sounds in our head
giving us the option right or wrong
There are dark voices that speak
to those suffering depression so bad
holding them down feel like chains
making it all seem so very mad
The listening ear needs are tender
for the voice so soft hard to detect
learn to know all the spirit would say
then you know the right voice to select
Amidst all the sounds that are heard
there a still small voice truly divine
come down from God for our benefit
which says come to me drink of my wine
This wine is spiritually powerfully full
taking us down the heavenly route
so keep our ears to be in tune
follow this voice to eat succulent fruit
Categories:
carefulness, spiritual, spoken word, voice,
Form:
Rhyme
Operating from our corridors in this oasis
We sit or stand concerned about passers by
To wave farewell or badmouth
To smile clearly or grumpy
In this globe full of confused folks
With catastrophes hinged on sentimental posts
Bigotry borne of greed and jealousy
Hard faces masked with friendliness
As handshakes extend beyond the elbows
We carefully watch out for falling rocks
On our canopies we expect them to litter
The slightest noise we stand at an attention
Seem too careful but helpless
Cus out of luck we huddle over thorns to step on thistles
We crawl beneath sight into quicksands we drop
Just mean to say
Carefulness is just an avoidance of blame
Only God could have taken us this far
Categories:
carefulness, best friend, culture, death,
Form:
Free verse
life is meant to be traveled with positivity
but somehow the eagles of sin n sorrow tend to destroy our destiny. no matter how loud the sounds of wind my be,the blowing of new distractions are louder
in life we meet people who distract like new born babies
people who cut and not paste happiness in our life
carefulness is needed
Categories:
carefulness, age,
Form:
Prose Poetry
in carelessness sometimes beauty is there
carefulness sometimes remains bare
having personalty if good one does
who sees smiles without any grudge
Categories:
carefulness, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme