Best Consequence Poems
So often, I contemplate
The extraordinary consequence of being
Beholding majesty of dawn
In quilted colors, salmon blush and coral pink
When laced with morning blue, I think
How can I explain the world, its beauty unsurpassed
And my ability to see
What I can’t fully understand
When tasting of the fruits at hand
Of cherries red or grapes of violet vine
To still the wine that teases thirsty lips
Why and how, I can’t explain
So then again I ponder, how it is that I remain
To bear the fragrance of the night
When sunset in its splendor kisses a magenta sky
To yield forever souvenirs
Listening through my eager ears to graceful melody
Be it Whip-poor-will or Lark
As they pierce the lonely dark
I still can’t comprehend
And yet my hands extend
To sense the purity, the brush of velvet snow
To compliment all that I am seeing
To boast the consequence of being
years of devotion
boiling down to
this very moment
Submitted on August 23, 2021 for contest A BRIAN STRAND 2 TO 5 LINE POETRY contest sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Originally posted on April 18, 2019
I chose passion over consequence
it seems that shook your confidence.
So close your eyes now and don’t fall to pieces
hide in fear of what the heart teaches.
The consequences were too heavy for you
lost all in that dull shade and hue
of the early morning, you wait for sunrise.
Tell yourself slowly count back from five.
So is this what my heart asks for falling,
inside my wrist the reminder is carving
the name of the one that I love tonight.
You fled from me in your fright.
For this question have you any sort of riposte,
answer me, what’s it feel like to be a ghost?
She loved
too hard
and died
too soon.
I.
One week to the day,
His beloved was taken away.
Within the confines of their edifice
He told himself, I can’t go on like this.
Numbly, at his sides, he clenched his fists;
While contemplating, at that very moment, to slit his wrists.
He extracted a knife from a kitchen drawer
And sat down cross-legged on the linoleum floor.
On the first attempt he hesitated and it hurt like hell,
The blade slipped from his grip and to the ground it fell.
Though the wound botched and shallow it did the deed;
Oh so very quickly he did bleed.
Blood coursed out of him pooling about on the floor.
Fleetingly he thought, in this world I’ll be no more.
With light giving way to darkness, the end was near.
Yet, with her in his thoughts, there was no fear.
Death being on him in any second,
He knew for sure, when it arrived, he’d be in her presence
II.
Suddenly, he was jolted awake in a peculiar place,
Awakened to the stare of an unfamiliar face.
Then he took notice to millions of legs carrying bodies about.
At that very moment he began to shout,
“What is this place and why am I here?”
Not a single person seemed to take notice or hear;
They all just scooted and shuffled around.
I’m going to find out what’s going on here he was bound.
He got to his feet and decided to head west;
Though, with the sun straight overhead, it’d be a guess at best.
Standing still for some time to plot the course of the sun,
He decided it had moved absolutely none.
Awestruck and questioning, Where am I at and how can this be?
It seemed, to him, to be a complete impossibility.
As his blurred vision clarified, he scanned the terrain
And the sight he caught filled him with horrified disdain.
Several unscaleable mountains, on three sides, flanked him,
Leaving the only other route blocked by a bottomless chasm.
Then he took notice to the innumerous faces’ expressions;
They all had the same look of immortal depression,
Brought on by shambling about aimlessly for eternity.
He knew, without a doubt, he’d eventually give in to the same conformity.
Suddenly, a notion came to his head:
He thought, am I alive or dead?
Or is this some kind of laboratory?
No, he told himself, this is purgatory!
A gorge cut deep, the river pain,
recall a life, with some refrain.
Memories lapse to shallow breaths,
burdened by your wrongful death.
Life anew, infertile fields,
for happiness, no crop shall yield.
I miss you so, just everyday,
how life as cast, a tragic play!
In memory of my wife, Avis.
Born this day July 10th 1961
Lost to me, August 28th 2016
Not all
significant voices
are crows
there is still
a little reason
& a little mystery
in the common
tongue.
——— A FIGMENT OF CONSEQUENCE
the thermostat’s kept so low ~ my amputated phantom-pained toes freeze
(c) sally young eslinger 1/15/23
An event horizon,
Mysteries of the sun,
Love is the foundation,
Look at what we've done,
Ending our beginning,
A generation of greed,
Be careful what you wish for,
Sower of the seed.
With a REVERENCE for nature I read the scientist's words of warning
and when I put down the paper, I felt a new CONSTERNATION
while my children ENCOMPASSED the breakfast table that early Sunday morning.
As I sat there looking at them, I was filled with CONDEMNATION
as I thought of all those who ignored this PREDILECTION I feared,
and their APATHY as my children’s world disappeared
with the UNEARTHLINESS of death and eradication
By:Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 11/19/2018
"All Rights Reserved
Seeing spirals of Andromeda's dish
flinging itself towards the Milky Way;
many billion stars stuck in divine drama.
Through Gaia Observatory's scope eyes -
seems like two Ospreys warring in the skies.
Yet yields colossal change, spun at light speeds.
Seeing clearly our own old origins,
for mortals, this is how it all begins.
Knowing the truth may relieve one's worry,
hear earth's dynamic galactic story.
We're such specks, one of trillions;
in its vastness, aren't many minions.
Seeing one's self on our globe, universe;
always has had deep meaning for humans.
These billions of spheres shall surely collide,
the laws of physics cannot be denied.
Orbiting at an edge of our disk's swirl,
this galaxy's end will likely unfurl.
Whoever cares for the
consequence of love?
Will merrily carry on
loving.
She’s the one I am
crazy about.
Her name I keep
chanting.
My love shall always be
there.
I promise you.
This is the season for
heart’s that thirst
spring.
At last is here.
In your arm I want to
live.
I am going to love you
my beloved.
More than life.
I give you all I have.
Happiness is
everywhere with her.
Anxiety grips me.
I am obsessed with love.
I am living on.
As long there is
fragrance in the rose.
For as long as God
lives.
My heart shall only love
you.
You know idea how
much I love you.
C onsequence is a nasty side affect of the progress pill.
O nce initiating an action, we cast it into the winds.
N o one knows what it
S macks into, revealing the consequence.
E ach of us initiate actions; most work to
Q uell the effect of the impact of consequence.
U nless we do, the consequences can become dire.
E nvironmental consequences, effect all life.
N ot only animal but, human as well.
C onsequence must be considered before any action’s.
E very action has its affects.
if only i had made better choices
if only i had said no
if only i knew what and where love was
if only i had simply remained faithful
i would be sleeping in a warm, comfortable king size bed
and not struggling to stay warm under a cheap throw blanket in my old 1991 ford taurus
damn right you reap what you sow
the roots are mighty poisonous
the staying power of distrust and the stained change that comes with it
is not worth the time or the energy
treasure and cherish the One that rocked with you from the very raw begin
finding another even close to similar is like going through a car wash full of briar vines
the main difference is that a good heart is being ripped, torn, and scarred
apologies are like sandpaper in a melancholy desert with no sign of relief
when all is done and in the personal history books, nothing salvageable ever becomes of it
though quite a few recover, it is still never the same because of the permanent stain....no matter how hard the work
some may disagree, but what about their eyes on the ceiling in the dark when lost in thought
if only i had made better choices
if only i had said no
if only i knew what and where love was
if only i had simply remained faithful
i would be loungin' in my favorite, cozy chair and not listening to (sittin' on) the dock of the bay in a daze of confusion wasting time
Innocent few years after birth
Then men and women
In the earth comes human,
At easy or complex tasks in moment
Sinless or sinful actions they attempt,
To pass the grandly life in the world
To pass the miseries infested life in the world
To pass the angry, envious, greedy life in the world
To pass the lustful, gayous, bestial life in the world
To pass the lonely, depressed, cursed life in the world
Most of them are out and out indifferent to right and wrong
That turns the suitable earth into a spot of eternal troubles.