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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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
Concentration,
Unable to think,
Where did my glasses go?
Laura Urbaniak
November 6, 2015
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!
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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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
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
Deep concentration
Mind overflows with ideals
Thoughts expressed in words
© Apr 24 2010 For Abe’s “From a Birmingham Jail”
Broken back
Add upon the weight
To force a bow
You broke my heart
I hate you for all that you are not
Broken spirit
Say it twice to get it right
To choke the thought
You broke my heart
I feed you to the animal you’ve created
You torture me with what I can never be
You’ve abandoned me, I am an orphan
I am an orphan, the bastard son of a corpse
No matter how long I lie in the bed
The sheets remain always cold
No matter how long I let the wound bleed
I still feel like I’m drowning
So with this and that put down
I know nothing else matters
Nothing else matters as much you used to
But now
There is nothing
I am a ghost, in the absence of mirrors
I am an echo, in the absence of substance
I long for everything that only loss can give to me
I hate my own words
I am slowly growing weary of the pen
It no longer soothes; my fingers ache from the pressure
I despise my own voice, as only I will hear it
I am full of loss
I want nothing more than to lose myself in the crook of someone’s neck
But the pain of forcing the tears kills the comfort
I am tired and bored of the words stuck in everyone else’s throat
I want someone else to fill in my blanks
I want to close my eyes
And go to sleep
Just go to sleep
But that is too easy, and I will give nothing more to God
So, I’ll cry myself to sleep or at least cry to myself