Best Concentration Poems
Serene, at peace...
Calm's a unique kind of cool
Concentration tool...
Fools too oft get excited
Wise men, not thus incited
He stood shivering in the biting cold
Shreds of dirty, flimsy clothes clung to his frame
All around his fellow skeletons huddled
Waiting for the inevitable walk to that sinister place
His wait had been longer than most
He had been subjected to terrible cruelty
He had seen all of his friends and family go
Yet in his mind he had remained free
His physical torment seemed detached when lost in his memories
His little girl chasing her puppy in the bright sunshine
Friends and relatives around the festive table laughing, chatting, eating
Walking hand-in-hand with his beloved around the moonlight lake
But the freezing wind jolted him back to the hellish reality
He looked towards the barbed-wire fence which bounded his world
There sat on the top wire was a little bird
It sang the sweetest of tunes seemingly just for him
It looked at him as it sang with such innocence
And then with a flutter of its tiny wings
It swooped towards him, turned and glided back over the fence
It pecked at the hard earth before flying into the woods beyond
He knew it was his time
Into that building he trudged
But he had a strange sense of elation
Closing his eyes at last he was free
The morning light shone brightly
The little bird was at his side
It guided him on as they soared through the sky
With the shackles of hell cast aside freedom now prevailed
He and the little bird would never go back to that place again
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To commemorate the liberation of Auschwitz on 27 January 1945.
All things can tempt me~ I'm a scatter brain
Trying to focus causes a degree of pain
Distracted by a yummy treat or herbal tea
The slightest sounds arouse and sidetrack me
It's all too easy to sway my concentration
Toying with convoluted laws of attraction
My attention spins often on a dime
It doesn't take much for me to waste my time
That's why I prefer to ignore the phone
And keep working on building me a clone
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Life is all white butterflies and yellow flowers
For the rich and blue eyed you
You want for nothing except perhaps
Teal tribulations
What do you know of amethyst angst
How it reels from your gut
And paralyzed purple souls
Vomiting violet verses of pansy poems
You lack liquid death felt by
The mother of a soft stillborn infant
How could you know peach pain
When your long lashes flash as magic wand
Instantly your wildest wishes are granted
You’ll never know hunger harm or hell
And I desperately despise you for it
Because you lack emerald empathy
You gloss over others loss as “God’s will”
Disenfranchising demise of dandelion dreams
As if death is a green gift to be opened
Your happiness is snorted in white lines up your
Nose leaving psychedelic rainbows in your spirit
An artificial light illuminates your mind
But you feel elaborately enlightened even elevated
Your life is rich your words your food even
Your grief seems scripted by gold and silver pen
The soft satin lavender lies you tell yourself
Are a jaded justification of lack of life’s joy
You dig a grave for the less fortunate in
Your poetic world full of magenta misery
Dressed up as colorful inspiration
You feed off others like a blood thirsty vampire
Never quoting never worrying at all
That AI stole your doily soul
No your rehabilitation is red white and blue
A flag burned by drug paraphernalia and
False imprisonment in cranial concentration camps
False because your mind doesn’t have to be there
You have all the tools you need to bleed
Feel reveal and write truth but
You chose not to
Your verses in ash smell of smoky hell’s dissent
Eagernesss to rise,
feel the wise.
And then all of a sudden I was in a mysterious world,
A woman here shelling peas, for they have no rights to be wasted
Being ignored in her shop, they were two days older
She had more of the new arrivals but then she has got the power,
that to know both the peas were same inside as how they should be
I need to take her, to a faraway land, once gone
There were these captives,begging to get their pea of the day in a camp full of illusions
And those melancholic eyes would really find what grateful is, if they happen to see her
In the middle of thought,
A bug appears in my tea
I watch how it swirls around in circles
Creating patterns in the liquid,
Catching the colours
Of the world around it.
I look outside To see the reflection
And find a dove Watching me from the window.
What was I thinking
Before I got distracted?
The dove takes flight And disappears.
I look in my tea;
Still as the air.
No bug to be seen.
Now what was I thinking?
something's known better
concentration brings fairest
pointed from the whole
with and through insight
ways are felt from where they come
from at the same time
without reaction
drawn a nice picture clearly
haze's gone all out
Ceaseless revolution.
Purest chant.
Energy of the cosmos.
Power of concentration.
Essence of ultimate reality.
Journey, direction and progress.
Harmony and togetherness.
Confidence and determination.
Growth, change, evolution.
Creativity and wisdom.
Ego to enlightenment.
Evolution and surrender.
A Change which is bound to happen.
Spiral is the essence of life.
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I’ve a hole deep inside
I want to repair
Is there a person
With whom I can share?
I dream, I yearn
My mind scatters thoughts
In directions unplanned,
‘Till alignment is lost
I strive to be honest
And not wear my masks
Let people know ‘me’;
It’s a challenging task
There are times I’m not sure
Just ‘who’ I am
I’m such a conformer
My opinions, a sham
I seek solace for me
‘Tho elusive it stays
The ‘me’ I discover
Fashions new ways
I’ll show to others
My softer side
And trust they won’t hurt
My feelings – My pride!
Concentration,
Unable to think,
Where did my glasses go?
Laura Urbaniak
November 6, 2015
Thoughts, observance, awareness, meditation
Tis' ultimate power of concentration
Hence! Still the mind and focalize
Hear the subtle serenade harmonize
All O' sudden, bang, burst, blast!
Firing through ye' full o' thought brain re·cast
Pulsating deep, bear'ng the design
Of God's heavenly collective mind shine
Speechless at Auschwitz
by Ko Un
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
At Auschwitz
piles of glasses
mountains of shoes ...
returning, we stared out different windows.
Ko Un speaks for all of us, by not knowing what to say about the evidence of the Holocaust, and man's inhumanity to man.
Ko Un was speechless at Auschwitz.
Someday, when it’s too late,
will we be speechless at Gaza?
—Michael R. Burch
Keywords/Tags: Holocaust, Auschwitz, antisemitism, inhumanity, brutality, terror, mass murder, genocide, infanticide, matricide, ethnic cleansing, Gaza, racism, Zionism
Deep concentration
Mind overflows with ideals
Thoughts expressed in words
© Apr 24 2010 For Abe’s “From a Birmingham Jail”
The Concentration Song
Christmas contest, change a song
think I'll try, I can't go wrong.
Got two lines but it won't last
concentration's going fast.
Barking dogs, phone rings and rings.
If it don't stop I'll break that thing.
Gee, oh wouldn't it be great
if I could only concentrate!
Inspired by John Heck's
Crazy Christmas Carols contest
Sung to The Chipmunks Christmas Song