Best Contentedness Poems
COFFEE IN A CAFÉ CALLED CONTENTEDNESS
He’s content…….
Yet uniquely unrepentant
He’s content with his surroundings
Content to do that which he must…….
With trust
Content,
occasionally,
to do something he actually enjoys
With poise
I suppose ninety-six years tempers one’s desire and demand for delight……..
Ninety-six years is midnight……….
Come what might
He’s content to café a coffee
Or bear the man he sips and sits aside
Another soul he takes,
contentedly,
in stride
Ninety-six with dementia denied
Ninety-six with death defied
While his contentedness is dignified and defined
Ninety-six is ample time to become so well- refined
Long ago having cast off the mighty nine to five
Content solely to still be alive
While others may see half-past midnight as looming but a fortnight away
Come what may
I hear him say
“Please, may I have another cup of coffee”
A gent content with his beverage begotten
Fearing not,
nor too often……
His coffin
Ninety-six and my heart is warmed by an oven of admiration for a man so amiably content
With contentedness, by comfort, so long ago lent
A gent
A gentle gent who throws a breeze of ease into life’s midnight mix
Oh so very gentle at ninety-six
No more hide and go seek, no more marbles and no more pick-up sticks
So content………..
done taking his licks
……………at ninety-six
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If we wake up contented each day of our lives
fulfilled, successful and satisfied;
With all of our triumphs, laurels and wreathes
from races we’ve won turning bitter to sweet.
If ease of existence is the goal ‘round the bend
and enjoyment of living is feeling chagrined;
At others out working less fortunate than we
by digging or dancing if it makes them feel free.
To struggle, to yearn, to strive and get burned
at the stake of each days dealings.
To clamor and climb out of caves in our minds
and reach towards those higher ceilings.
Then count me out of happiness, pleasure, silver spoons;
count me out of the luxury
Of wishing for the moon.
To shine down on me and all my dreams
I’ve struggled more or less;
all these years the path I’ve steered
clear of contentedness.
Take away peaceful feelings, dreamy-
ness in vain. Give me a mountain
To climb, a treasure to find
deep inside my veins.
I’d rather not know
contentedness, creeping
Inside my brain.
Why did you send her?
Was she some sort of test?
As visions of her dance through my head
A silent scream erupts from my chest
I had life figured out
I thought I understood
I was content
Everything was good
Now that I know of her
Her absence is pure hell
Now that I know true happiness
Without her I will never be well
It shouldn’t have happened
But we both decided this was true love
When I look at you
It’s as if you were sent from the heavens above
God took the blueprint
Straight from my head
You showed me heaven
When “I Love You” you said
Your eyes tore through me
Looked straight into my heart
I knew I loved you
From the very start
You told me too
You said you knew I was the one
Life is too short
We should not be done
In order to be together
We must in inflict pain
Will others sorrow
Be worth our gain
We decided
To be noble was the way to go
What lurks behind these sad eyes?
Only she will know
I’ve known the heaven
Of true love under the dark night sky
Now I know the hell
Of helplessly watching the same love die
He is simple and kind to me.
his touch alone makes my body speak.
Every kiss is our wishful bliss.
He tries to wrap and tame me.
I cry out from my screaming.
I'm warm to his cold body and i ask for more.
He is dazed and almost crazed as he feels and touches my body each time a different sounds.
He can not resist me, and yet it is him i adore.
he will want me and crave for my affections.
But were both stuck in one room and the danger is high to be found out.
He doesn't want me to have a reputation like him.
I want him to be here with me in these moments that seem almost impossible.
The excitement, the thrill, the heat of it all at our backs.
to love for us is so dangerous, while the touch is not forbidden.
The happiness we seek, for his longing and my contentedness.
And one day I hope he'll come back from service with his head back in my chest and hands on my thighs. I pray for the moments that I spend with him now are everything he wishes and that next moments when he returns are everything and more.
I sit in my home and I often pine
For the forest scent
Three days in my smelly tent and I moan
For my bed at home
A tent or a mansion, why do I care
I’m not quite happy neither here nor there