Best Confounds Poems
Inexorable Want
How do I find
These sentences
Written as they are
In ephemeral ink
Indelible lines
Inscribed in my being
Spectral yearnings
It crashes me
To rocks
In unanswerable waves
Swimming tidal
To the inexorable
Yet
The implacable distance
Confounds me
Longing vent me no more
In twists and turns
And unmade beds
Where crumpled kisses
Dream on hot soaked cushions
Leave me not
To the ever restless
Fumblings
Quiet unheard of whisperings
Of her name
How do I find
The collective alphabetic
Of love unknown
Yet
Divulged by these
The screeching banshees
Of petal falling
Corpuscle red
They flow through my blood
Unbidden
Unwarranted
Unwanted
And so desperate
How do they find me
On such a precarious brink
With the voltage
And permission of electricity
Rapine in all my singularity
Hurricane she batters at me
For all my will to resist
I am
Weak
I cannot
Help me please
Lest I drown dark
Brooding in forever’s need
She is my quiet
And ever sun set calmed
Sea
And I
I am a tempest
Left to bellow and blow
Inside an hour glass
In the confines of my soul
Help me please
Save me from this void ripping
As she shreds every day
Every hour
With my unrequited returning
To her arms
Save me
For I have found
My life
My soul companion
So far from me
On some so strange a horizon
That the distance
Between us
Could prove to be
My
Undoing
Categories:
confounds, loveme, me,
Form:
Free verse
O' Man, Thou Art In Arrogance Oft Lost
Within earth's vast herds mysteries abound
as man walks in shadows that prance and play.
Life is an ocean that swirls and confounds
such odd, vain and weak creatures made of clay!
What of miracles, for fear we do not tell,
for shame that such will never be believed.
Nights when one just knows he has been in Hell
and was only, by dawn's bright lights relieved!
Silent prayers uttered in agonized mind,
with blessed answers that arrive to heal.
Of lost treasures we thought to never find
returned by way of, things that dreams reveal?
O' man, thou art in arrogance oft lost.
Blindly stabbing that darkness at great cost!
Robert Lindley,
sonnet-
1985
Categories:
confounds, appreciation, art, humanity,
Form:
Sonnet
How hope still clings in the maze of youth,
though a vessel so tender,
not yet cured, apt to blow in the wind
as a ripened daisy,
a fledgling ----
too much a babe for a serpent's wile;
A helping hand awaits in the arms of time,
where moments pass to eternity,
the winds are hushed with reprieve,
always,
there is a friend staring to dawn
From love roars the mightiest wind,
of a warmth most enduring,
The rose sifts most sweet
in youthful shallows,
not deep of a withered old;
ere anger is bred and seasoned,
tamed to mother's ease,
The old man forgets, the harridan scoffs
while the child rides the winds
of rosy-dawns and soft remembrance,
somehow, the ancient are redeemed
Let love speak her tender tongue,
atop mountains too aloft for wicked ears,
Soothe she the weeping wayward,
the broken bone, fevers ungodly;
though she is mysterious to the ignorant,
confounds the tyrant in his self-genius ----
only God could know her name,
whispered infinite
(she is love)
** Excerpt from my epic ' The Blood of the Prophets'
(unfinished as of yet)**
Categories:
confounds, god, hope, youth,
Form:
Free verse
Faceless Fear
Inside of me there haunts to be, a pain that never seems to go away,
Within a darkened room, of a dismal day...
Hell compounds and will confounds, my demons come out to play,
Within a darkened tomb, I faintly pray...
Help me, Lord, for I’ve cut the cord, my shifting spirit has gone astray,
A fateless fetus fume, the unborn made of clay...
Wasted years of tormented tears, progressions of my punitive pay,
Within a woeful womb, a distant dormant stray...
For fear has no face only a place, in my mind a weighted weigh,
A deceitful doom, within a guilted gray...
The fear of losing love with a shattered shove, an enigmatic inveigh,
Where the Jackals loom, a wandering decay...
The fear of losing mind only to blind the only thoughts that I portray,
Thus my fear abloom, a bereaved bouquet...
A faceless fear my soul to steer, the inner wounds need to convey,
In my darkened room of my dismal day.
Sept.14.2017
Fear II
Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi
Categories:
confounds, death, fear, love,
Form:
Rhyme
The sound of the oboe is an invitation for love. – My quote.
Listen, my sweet love, can you hear its sound?
It makes me wish to hug tight and kiss you.
It vibrates softly through the woods around.
It is no wonder true love always grow.
The oboe's balmy melody that haunts,
Resembling a fine choir richly endowed,
But what need have we of people around?
Reminding us of love and all our wants?
Once heard, not forgotten, though there's no crowd.
Listen to our love sighs as soft as sound.
A rune in honour of the rising moon.
From languishing lento, or diverging
Into a crescendo only to tune
Mellifluous melody, varying
Blue birds sing their lovely tune which resounds
Around the mountains as the oboe sings
Its magical melody. Our hearts feel
The pain of euphoric love, which confounds
Though we feel as titanic queens and kings,
Only by love our life is made real.
Then we rest a while under an oak tree
A light breeze brought to us our oboe's song,
Could we not be as merry as could be?
The kiss we give was long, enticing long.
We make our way to our lonely warm hut
How well, through our love we do understand.
The echo of the oboe makes its way,
A fine fire is lit and wood crackles but
The tender meat stew flavoured smell so grand,
Surely fairies wish to have their last say.
3 May 20222
Placed 1
Subject Love
'Form O- Ode- New poems' Contest
Sponsor Constance La France
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Categories:
confounds, love,
Form:
Ode
No one faces lost love rationally,
forgoing all their romantic notions.
For confusion confounds reality,
when running a gauntlet of emotions.
Doubt anonymously attacks with guile,
its impact devastating to dreamers.
And fears flourish on the remains of trust,
disrupting slumber with nightmare screamers.
You've been fed a concoction of lies,
a highly emotional potent mix.
And you're no longer able to forgive,
shielding your heart behind a wall of bricks.
Wallowing in your pain, you shun support,
as fantasies conceived in love, abort.
(Sonnet)
10/12/2017
Categories:
confounds, anxiety, break up, emotions,
Form:
Sonnet
The Grandmasters of Poetica
Make the mass of us look small;
While I can’t speak for thee and they
I gladly take the fall.
From goodness grace,
That unfathomable place
Where Emerson begins and ends;
Who among us from cradle to dust
Comes even close to catching
Him?
With all his disguises
And Whitman’s surprises
Each time I pick up and read:
Song of My Measure
Gives me so much pleasure
I’m humbled
Right down to my knees.
What atmosphere of Shakespeare
Quintessential quill undefined;
Confounds and shatters everything that matters
In the Human, make that Divine.
Emily Dickinson, Sylvia Plath
Dear ladies of love – sorrow - pain,
Frost in the woods and everything good
From Thoreau to Stephen Crane.
Why even tarry,
To merge or marry
Anyofourthoughtwordeeds?
Because love is of pleasure
And this writing endeavor
Is as human as eyes to see.
Categories:
confounds, on writing and words,
Form:
Rhyme
Happily discontent, that I am, that I be
now future
happy discontent
achievable out of reach
joie de vivre bags of regrets
what I am now what I could be
love the journey are we there yet?
live in the present dream of becoming
I'm truly self made I'm reactionary, dependent
let it be, let it be, now endless mindful reflection
I’m restless, but at peace unable to sleep, daydream
I’m thankful for many things when will this nightmare end?
nothing is perfect, fully satisfies quest for perfection ruins the journey
life is an ever evolving process hit or miss, sink or swim, stuns growth
a chest full of good things in life a pile of things underachieved, undone
thankful for what I’ve got so far I want more, but I'm burdened by failures
acceptance without complacency resentful, jealous of what others have
accept that creativity makes mistakes counting failures, clutters & confounds
Categories:
confounds, angst, anxiety, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
As Autumn's Beauty Rests In Dying Of Its Leaves
( Vae cuius obturatus est signatum manu sua. )
( Cuius spiritus in eis audita populi et ceterorum domantur socordiamque effusos)
( Cujus animam servare non curat.)
Years have waxed, waned and far flung since
Newborn dawn's glory, famishing desires
Sunset reds, night-dreams represent suspense
Hot-searing flames of old, romantic fires.
I dare not, such treasure, offerings grieve
As Autumn's beauty rests in dying leaves!
Life held mesmerizing, promising scenes
Mysteries youth thought impossible to solve
Such as why of colors in peacock's preen
Necessity of man's need to evolve.
I dare not, such treasure, offerings grieve
As Autumn's beauty rests in dying leaves!
In this gasping realm, with its dying race
We enter as loud wailing infant child
Earth without mortals would seem out of place
And Life dull, without our youth being wild.
I dare not, such treasure, offerings grieve
As Autumn's beauty rests in dying leaves!
Go we along paths oft Fate delivers
With its blessings, love-bursts dancing in
Amongst darkness, and soul racking shivers
Lie vagaries, pitfalls of mortal men.
I dare not, such treasure, offerings grieve
As Autumn's beauty rests in dying leaves!
Robert J. Lindley, 8-11-2019
Rhyme, ( Lest We Forget, Life Holds Many Treasures We Are Blind To )
New Revised Note:
Woe unto man whose eyes are sealed by that of his own hand
Whose spirit is tamed by apathy and indifference
And whose soul he takes no care to preserve.
Old note:
Date, 3-21-1977
As this world spins, its heartless cruelty astounds
Yet in my life, I can create no strong shield
To defeat its darkness and cast away its savagery that so truly confounds.
New Note: Explanation...
Date, 8-11-2019
This was written many decades ago.
As I've now done a major editing/rewrite-
it is basically a new poem, thus I give
this new poem as dated being created today.
Leaving the old note intact.. Best I can do
today to write is to edit old poems..
Sorry... and maybe even the old one was ok...
Categories:
confounds, appreciation, art, autumn, beautiful,
Form:
Rhyme
hospital gown sealed
nightfall and twilight gloaming
black and white stark tiles
***
a giant snowflake falls to the ground
a cadence of silent whispers surround
a dying rose a heartbeat, confounds*
a giant snowflake falls to the ground
a dying rose a heartbeat, confounds*
a flower goes to heaven a soul abounds*
a giant snowflake falls to the ground
a cadence of silent whispers surround
***
Sundown fantasies dipped in the artistry of a diamond jubilee
centennial moments of living, death is at her door, she cries to
Rumi stars as she wraps her skin with light and sinks, within.
Haiku/Triolet/Sijo
Categories:
confounds, appreciation, death,
Form:
Triolet
In this world of this and that
Likes and follows and tit for tat
Some fritter and Twitter the hours away
Completely unaware there is more to the day
Tweak and Tweet every little thing
Only interrupted by the occasional ring
Unaware of the Life all around
For the device in hand which both empowers and confounds
All this convenience can ease the mind
And yet simpler things can be so divine
Like Mother Earth breathing beneath our feet
And yet our attention seems out of her reach
Just listen to the Spirit inside that calls…
There is only One to follow…
And He will love us all
Categories:
confounds, christian, earth, faith, internet,
Form:
Rhyme
A full moon is shining, tethered and swinging
I'm holding a ticket. Bells seem to be ringing
Somehow the landscape, whitewashed in winter
is distorting the thicket all buried by glitter
Crickets are chanting, as if it were summer
tho' snowflakes are dancing, and fall to the ground
Softly, they're humming a song I remember
A scene so familiar, but reason confounds me
In a flurry of color, in a figment, unplanned
words that I know, like the back of my hand
are whispered by someone whose face I can't see...
slurred, but with candor, in faint reverie
She points and I see it,... not far in the distance
A merry-go-round with no one to ride
Calliope music is making me cry
The same song is playing, so lovely and frail
A tune that I know, but my memory fails
I climb on a horse, with a bright gilded mane
I am fooled by a mythical fairytale scheme
My horse springs alive from it's once wooden throne
And off we will ride to the shores of the moon
We ride into night, with a storybook notion
until dawn's cruel illusion swallows the dream...
Where everything perfect, supreme and sublime,
is hiding a secret that daylight denies ~
___________________________________________
Categories:
confounds, dream, myth, sleep,
Form:
Free verse
chemistry confounds me
how can it be
that one person
can be seen by others
so very differently
What makes the difference?
One sees sinner
the other sees saint
how can this be
it's a mystery to me
I see someone whom I love
being reviled
and someone who is vile
being glorified
why is there chemistry with some
While others show only apathy
I don't understand
you see, how can people look at me
so differently
one sees a flower
another a thorn
one sees a gem
another a stone
one sees a little girl
another a seductress
one sees a hurting heart
another a vengeful villainess
explain this enigma to me
I'm still just ME
what makes the difference?
Oh...now I see
the eyes see the same image
but the heart is the interpreter
and those who see the beauty
and those who see the beast
are merely seeing
what is peering out at them
from the very depths
of their
own
hearts.
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
confounds, how i feel, image,
Form:
Free verse
spring the season of procreation
a coming together, fun, elation
birds nest building, mammals den digging
cock birds singing, squirrels dreys rigging
dawn chorus, awakening a warm day
all life buzzing and new on the way
but natures confused, as winter holds on
spring life suffers, hark, not a song
tis, not the way springtime is meant to be
not fickle, like warm, hot, cold and icy
climate change to blame, pollution, you and me
that was March a total conundrum
hopes lifted, yes, April showers an idiom
a record set the hottest spring day yet
tempting butterflies, yet I do fret
it's not nature that confounds spring
not knowing what climate change will bring
its warm now but don't take it for granted
we still need to get our allotments planted
tis not the way springtime is meant to be
not fickle, like warm, hot, cold and icy
climate change to blame, pollution, you and me
last four weeks of spring from winter still running
it is not natural for winter to be so cunning
let us hope that May is that much stronger
as the nights get shorter and daylight longer
may May hold to its promise of a golden summer
still not heard a cuckoo, for me that's a bummer
maybe when spring gets near its end
we might hear a cuckoo, springs dearest friend
tis not the way springtime is meant to be
not fickle, like warm, hot, cold and icy
climate change to blame, pollution, you and me
Categories:
confounds, seasons, spring,
Form:
Gazing into a clear lake pool . . .
I saw a reflection of my life before me.
The gaze and what I saw depicted . . .
A progression of past life experiences.
I savored the funny and kind moments . . .
Looked despairingly on the difficult moments.
This gaze into the mirror of my soul . . .
Astounds and confounds me still today.
And the knowledge that we are all . . .
Much more than the sum of our parts,
Means so much more to me today.
What I’ve learned are six things . . .
Ignorance begets Stupidity,
Knowledge begets Wisdom,
Inspiration begets Creativity,
Light begets Illumination,
Passion begets Vivacity,
Love begets Happiness (but not all the time).
To know yourself . . .
You must see and sense yourself
In the mirror of your own soul.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(September 28, 2014) (Free Verse poetic format)
Categories:
confounds, allegory, change, conflict, emotions,
Form:
Free verse