Best Compounding Poems
I have always been alone
I have always been the lonely one
In the corner, quiet and silent
Inside of dreams to come
So with determination
I build and build and build
Possessions compounding
Wealth is the only scorecard I know
Now, it’s amassed, and I have it all
So with pride and confidence
I do what anyone should
I must purchase a possession of my desire
I read in the paper of a sale very fine
A Garage sale of many old antiques divine
Within it all is treasure so very deep
A broken heart of golden hopes
I am not sure how one goes about
Such a purchase, of infinite value
I am succumbed with depression and sadness
For all my wealth
I have not the currency to buy this heart
So I burned my money that very night
I learned, there is another currency of delight
I wrote words and music and poetic verse
My Snow White she refuses to awake
Even my heart at the bone it shakes
Vaso the empty vessel of life
Learned there is no currencies at all
To acquire a broken heart
Star strung
like Bette Davis Sundays
marathon watching
and sitting in tears
Wrestling emotions
which calm and confuse us
Confound us and move us
beyond golden years
Broken
like black and white vision
fuzzy and stationed
with grey rabbit ears
Lost in commotion
which break and betray us
which bullet gun lays us
compounding our fears.
The burst soapsuds dissipate.
Six doves outside my window
Enjoy their meal, congregate.
Wings whirr, head to the gingko
Baby phoebes see surroundings.
With wide mouths expose tastebuds
Hunger each day compounding!
I look, then see burst soapsuds
So much happening outside my kitchen window view that I forget the dishwater is getting cold and chores going undone.
June 20, 2023
The winning touchdown scored that fall – lingered,
As fresh a memory of that night,
As when the sound of the crowd filled his ears,
And her kisses were warm and deep.
Only to have all that was planned and lay ahead,
Turned upside down and changed forever,
By a draw with no heart or conscience,
And the power to hurl him a world away.
To an ancient land turned killing-field,
A Grunt – slogging through jungles and paddies,
Always scared, yet true to his duty and buddies,
Amid a carnage that numbs his every fiber,
And with every letter, package or paper from home,
Compounding his hurt and feelings of loss,
His thoughts turn to why he is here,
But he is here; so, he will do what is asked of him.
And to return to the states is his greatest wish,
But he sees the lists of MIAs and KIAs,
And does what he must do,
To ease his pain and struggle on through.
He might make it home and pick up the pieces,
Of a life so drastically altered,
Or his final glory just might be, those “Friday Night Lights”,
Pale pink lipstick and warm fall kisses.
Too often I am sure I read the world aright
When only my own heart it is obscuring light
And few often I would turn again
To deny its purpose in my pain
But would not know who there to meet
Except compounding error in retreat
Yet if you are sorry that I say not I am sorry
I shall not deny your coming
Not from your forgiveness seek to hurry
Since there is so much fixing in forgiving
Let me not though be sorry in defeat
If I my purpose, God-given, finds itself to be complete
What saddens my heart is seeing the oppression of people in foreign lands that only want
the taste of freedom,
And the choice to believe differently in hopes of receiving Gods Kingdom.
Not being able to make simple choices for them selves I find totally, appalling,
I have compassion for those that struggle, but are denied receiving Gods calling.
There is one thing these dictators cannot stop, what is in ones heart and on their minds,
Or the silent prayers spoken under their breath, confirming their love for God and praying
someday this freedom they too will find.
Afraid to speak the name of Jesus out loud or possess the Bible, our holy book.
Intimidated and threatened is why so many are afraid to boldly take a look.
Christians from the very start have had to suffer for their beliefs,
And the years have only strengthened our faith while compounding our grief.
We are still being persecuted as Jesus was that day upon the cross,
Our day of salvation and the worlds greatest loss.
Time will eventually tell who was wrong or who was right,
As the closing pages are being written on this never ending fight.
For our prophecy is nearly fulfilled and judgment is at hand,
That day our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, will command and rule over our land.
No one wants anything shoved on them, and Christianity is a choice,
Jesus died for our sins but our opinions are ours to voice.
Whatever master you choose to serve He will not interfere,
But His love for mankind will always be and that is clear.
My soul has seen the depths of hell
For I have sailed the seven seas of blood
Immortality tortured beyond consciousness
The tears of man begin to flood...
Cataclysmic imagery within the serpent’s eyes
Colossal death a warning to the wise
Shunned from love and happiness
Embracing sorrow with a bittersweet caress
Holocaustic means that man provides
Satisfying needs then subsides
Demonic Destruction building the wasteland
From dust to ashes nothing shall stand
The demons awake from their fiery hell's
With teeth of the Hydra and pernicious smells
The eternities open the doors of time
For a moment their rays of darkness shine
But woe to thee that sleeps within
With running rage and compounding sin
That only Love can save your soul
And thus return you demons to your hellish hole.
This poem was written in my early twenties...and was the catalyst for my poetic prison lol...then I left poetry alone for some years...writing sporadically here and there...until the soup a few years ago...the rest, as they say, is history...
June.25.2017
The Poet's Heart - Contest
Sponsored by: Greg Barden
Originally posted:
(April.21.2016
For Contest...OWN IT!
By Cyndi MacMillan)
Labyrinth of headache and heartache
Cold steel walls
Surrounding and compounding
Trapped passageways
Constrict and conflict
Navigating carefully
To avoid the hellish realms
Checking my three and my six
But still exist my qualms
The lava burns as my stomach churns
The firey glow awaits regardless of my turn
Finally i've been ensnared
And so I sigh and despair
I was expecting the curse
And so I bid thee
Do thy worst
How naive
How comically foolish!
The embers surge into my eyes
Siring, stinging, burning
Whites falling to red dyes
Pain, needles, drying
I seal it tight and my muscles fight
Tears seep out through impenetrable defences
And again, the blinding light
Locked up lids
But of the needles I cannot rid
Fire, fire, massive torrents of pain
World blurs as fists swing into tiles
Anger, consuming!
Must withhold for a while...
Blinded like a bat
My eyes scream and complain
WHAT IS VISION?!
For all I know is pain
To forgo the hurt and the heck
Please
Tell me i'm near death
The tissue is clutched
Forced into my face
Ahhh, cleansing serenity
The needles, done away
Then I got out of the shower
There spelt some say so badly
acceptance might be taken sadly
Why should accuracy matter
writing talking of delusion
thereby compounding fault
Or maybe not
let them slice each others throats
Both writing such rubbish poetry about religion
hate their minds all addled just so much indecision
All drinking coke drooling dreaming of relaxed blondes
Hate in their minds trapped by parents tied in their bonds
I Stand Here- 'The Infinite Now'
I stand here silent within that vastness of mind
Awareness thru consciousness fleshly combined
Experiencing of emptiness with stillness aligned
Time and space with illusions eternally designed
Realities in constructing the Matrix surrounding
Third-density mirroring constructs compounding
Thoughts roaming thru naked echoes sounding
Words upon silence forever soporifically bounding
Past present future coexisting in realms synchronic
Vortexes of love thru hearts with speeds subsonic
Infinite now expanding thru virtual voids embryonic
Standing still digitally amidst secretions euphonic.
This poem is also a [B.R.]...backward reversible
Mind of vastness that within silent here stand I
Combined fleshly consciousness thru awareness
Aligned stillness with emptiness of experiencing
Designed eternally illusions with space and time
Surrounding Matrix the constructing in realities
Compounding constructs mirroring third-density
Sounding echoes naked thru roaming thoughts
Bounding soporifically forever silence upon words
Synchronic realms in coexisting future present past
Subsonic speeds with hearts thru love of vortexes
Embryonic voids virtual thru expanding now infinite
Euphonic secretions amidst digitally still standing.
Oct.13.2018
I Stand Here Poetry
Sponsored by: craig cornish
N/A for contest
HATERS – GET A LIFE!
HATERS – GET A LIFE!
Haters, Haters, Haters!…Just can’t be positive just waiting to see me fall.
When you need to mind your own life and getting that on the ball.
Your discontent for your own life is projected in the joy you get in being Sarcastic.
Hiding negativity you call constructive criticism, when the reality is…. You just like causing static!
Why do you drop your Lack of confidence in yourself, on others?
All the while acting like you care for them as a friend, or like a sister/brother.
Why does your LACK of SELF-ESTEEM and FAILURES seem to fully ignite,
Every time you just catch a glimpse of me your sight?
I feel sorry for people who like you, just love to Hate,
Always trying to put salt in your game, and piling bad vibes on your plate!
It’s sad you know, It must really SUCK being you!
Finding ways of compounding peoples pains thru and thru!
Heck, YOU must HATE being and feeling sooo distressed.
Having to lie to yourself that you are so much better than the rest!
Your just a malicious, bitter, weak minded, and sad individual,
But no worry, hearing your kind speak, Trust Me is not unusual.
So believe me, I know that when I am happy? I can see you coming a mile away.
Watching you as you get closer just pondering what mean things to say.
I have learned a lesson from you however, that has given me new insight.
And the lesson is...
If I see you coming I know I must be doing something right!
Honestly though?
I pray one day you clean your own house from obvious stress and strife.
Cause I NEVER allow you to take God’s Joy from me. So HATERS - Get a Life!
Whatever next, Whatever next.
They no longer feed babies from the breast
No longer need a mum or dad
Churn them out with a hollowed rod
Saving mankind, so they say
Or altering nature in a little.
Whatever next, whatever next
You dare not preach
You dare not protest
Big brother watches from the sky
Action replayed, you dare not lie.
Whatever next, whatever next
Carrying out neutron and atomic test
Duplicity of aim to natures call
Compounding wisdom
On the exterminators wall
If this is justice ,where would liberty be?
When we are caught up in a madness
Which will not set the spirit free
Whatever next, whatever next
Robotics, automation, space flight
Intergalactic enquiries, oblivious to the reality
Of man-made frivolities
While the eyes are looking to the heavens
Looses sight of the green grass
That has grown between the feet
In the dew of the night,
Embracing nature, giving life
Whatever next, whatever next
Humanity at war,
Poor people under duress
Some people starve
While others, belly burst.
Not a figment of my imagination
While in god we trust
Whatever next , whatever next
Outer cosmos sky-gazing
While others take flight
In desperate searches,
only to succeed with washed up hopes
On yonder sea shores and desolate beaches
CHRISTMAS is coming
It’s on its way,
Good things were riding,
On SANTA'S sleigh,
Happiness was loaded,
In a drunken dispute,
Cops pulled him over,
His limit was full,
Grounded and jailed,
Compounding the sleigh,
ELVES told Santa Claus,
Postponing the day,
No! JINGLE BELLS,
What the hell
No! Ho, ho’s,
How can the grotto tell,
They won’t live it down,
TOYS have to get through,
No time to waste!
WINTERS FAIRYLAND in its fate,
CLAUS’ reputation was on the line,
Could they get to the SLED in time,
A breakout was staged,
Distraction arranged!
A reindeer stampede,
All agreed,
We’ll create a show,
Even FROSTY THE SNOWMAN,
Wanted to go,
They traveled along,
Cheery in song,
The world was a wait,
Lights all aglow,
TRIMMINGS were swinging,
But will they succeed,
And how will we know,
Wait for the Christmas
And then you’ll know.
27/11/2016
For contest sponsor
Eve Roper
One after another-
I fail to fast an egg for another-
one after another...
I ready reasons-
corroding all of the studded,
I claim to be beamed-
compounding my bummers,
shouting to withstand,
or reprimand my shudder,
ending in the rudder,
rotating a lover,
loading of the stowaways hover.
I have chosen to hide away
when night has come without delay
with moonrise
I'm toxic to those who know me
with no misgivings to finality
apathetic moonstone
Shiva worships my offerings
Chumash use me for sufferings
sacrificial moondust
The Shamans of harvest and rain
are the keepers of old soul's pain
like moonbeams
I am hidden in the open
where the night from day has broken
I am moonflower
May 11, 2020
Compounding the Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May