Best Die Out Poems
~ The weather has many faces ~ whistling in the headwind ~ quote by poet
Natural and repetitive elements
in the sound of the wind slow down restless thoughts
Observe the thoughts without judging or interpret
avoid depressive rumination just let go
A breath of wind touched your cheek so gently
Happiness is fleeting not a cliché
a lovely feeling, dancing as a whirlwind
The constant wind which makes the strings tinkle
It blows wherever it wants, strong or weak
The gentle wind reminds me of relaxing
pan flute music, sensitively without words
Indigenous music did not die out
it is carried by the wind all over the globe
Can neither be controlled, planned nor ordered
With invisible bows the wind carries away
Progress require you to loosen the moorings
The wind ruffles your hair and the waves sing
It's wonderful to feel the forces of nature
Listen carefully – it's full of presence
wings could drive you crazy
under the overpass, the crows
gather one by one, flapping
it is a perfect day, stuck underneath
where cars borrow the bird’s view
without a whisper or toll, torrent
of landings to complete the murder
the row, on an inner ledge, legible
perhaps eligible to a mate, could be
a male society or female offering
we who pass so quickly, only stopping
for a light or traffic jamming, see
what flies in the dark, in the face
we are the ones out of place
the fury of the flock, frenetics
relics, energetic, spot on sketchy
do they see some of the same old
cars? do they care or turn a blind eye
i haven’t forgotten but what does it matter?
it does because a poetic fuse ensues
and must in the end die out, forgotten
except by the rear end reader
who will extend the imagery for a blink
or think a deja vu when flocking with crows
in trees, on lines, under the overpass
Today we are here to unite two stars
And bring them together
And so they come together
Now
And together they will be
As all the stars are together
In the sky forever
Though stars themselves can die out
The timing is not within even our grasp
And through the dust, and the chaos, and the loss
A spark is lit
A new light forms to shine
Stars grow strong
Yet even they
Are sometimes weak
Which is why we see them sit together in the nighttime sky
Because they are surrounded by dark
They twinkle together
And cast light, love, a helping hand
Upon each other
When alone one might be snuffed out
Which is why we bring these two together
And in doing so
Cast that light, love, helping hand
Ignite the spark that begins a new star
Today we are here to unite two stars
And bring them together
And so they come together
Now
And together they will be
As all the stars are together
In the sky forever.
©Demand4poetry
You set me on fire
Sizzling, blazing, devouring fire
Hot licking flames
Infernally hot
Temperatures skyrocketing
Scorching flares
Shooting out of your body
Searing into mine
One more moment
And I’ll cease to exist
The heat excruciating
Flames spread across my body
A wildfire from within
Combusting again and again and again….
With nothing left to consume
The fire starts to die out
Slowly, imperceptibly
I feel some coolness
A little here and a little there
As the fire recedes
Leaving smoldering embers
In its wake
I take a deep breath
Amazed that I’m still alive
In the warmth of your nearness
I open my eyes
And look up at your face
Only to see
An eternal flame
Still burning in your eyes!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
The mysteries of sleep
Long nights with many interruptions
The light bulb in my head will not die out
despite the fact that the body is heavy and tired
Nothing should be untried ...
the most important hours of rest
I walk back and forth through
the silence of the house
In the flickering fire of my thoughts
If sleep was not essential for good health,
would probably mother earth not prioritize
that we should spend 1/3 of the day sleeping
Sleeping Beauty woke up refreshed
( She slept for 100 years
even for a princess's heart way too long )
The hunt for a rested morning
19/05/2021
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At times, the feel of the sun on my whole body is delicious
How warm, how comforting, how addicting
Of the sun's rays I shall never have enough
Why, amidst life's harsh darting arrows
The warmth of the sun is like a protective umbrella!
At other times, the caress of the wind is arousing
It tends to guide me towards adventure
It tends to bid me to listen to its call
To imagine that somewhere, on high grounds
It can take the form of hot air balloons and just swipe me away!
More, each time, the touch of the rain feels soothing
The flames that inhabit my body die out
And cooled off, I can shake my toils away
And smile at life
As if I were its own queen!
And of course, the wet and cold grass is inviting
On it, I do feel like reclining
For as long as my free time shall allow me to
Grass, smelling like the paths of the other worlds
Bid me to smile, at nothing and no one in particular!
Pray, to enjoy the display of nature
I have chosen to remain unattached
And carefree
Unburdened, even if this implies
That I shall have to be penniless!
Yes, there, scotched on the mountain side, I get to dream
Of flying like birds
Of flying without wings
Of swimming in torrid waters
Of touching the moon, while keeping my feet on Earth!
Pray, I shall not get home tonight
I shall sit and wait on the mountains for the moon to show up
Who knows, I might turn into a werewolf
Or meet a romantic vampire
Who knows where my nature-bent imagination shall take me?
I sent my wish on fairy wings
to stars in yonder sky
for happiness and tender things
and restful evenings nigh.
I kept my dreams in golden chests
locked fast against the doubt
with all my hopes at heart’s behest
that never will die out.
I sent my wish on fairy wings
to wispy clouds above
of orange blossom wedding rings
and night musings of love.
My wish floats on the silver streams
where fairies are asleep
and moves into the world of dreams
sweet images to keep.
9/14/19
D –
Decay,
The logic of rotting, and withering;
Like the purity of human beings.
Like the given touch of life.
Just simply vanishing and vanishing into a burning void.
Senses like a soft rose, slowly burning away at the tip.
Flames sweetly consuming it in whole,
Than leaving nothing but the taste of ash in your minds lip.
E-
Evolution,
A change or something of old becoming new.
Slowly shifting into the darkness
Or gradually ascending towards the light.
And beings of no remains.
Guided towards a valley of bliss, or a city of woe.
Ever-changing into demons and misguided angels.
A-
Ability,
Skills, talents unknown,
Reaps away at your soul, as does things of life.
An ability to save only reaches the pure not the wicked that plagues’,
Tip of a hand touches the clear water,
Showing the impure, as water turns black.
T-
Time,
Consuming and taking
The healthy the sick
The pure and the wicked
Like a being with never ending hunger.
Slowly ticking, and ticking
Then simply vanishing like a grain of sand.
H-
Human,
A Homo-sapien,
Ill fated with the genes of war
Ill fated to die out, like a once ancient civilization.
The good, still eager to save the so ill fated,
Die of a miserable death but attains true peace.
Beings of war and destruction,
Once knew of this thing we called peace
Now we are just going, going, and going
Then gone
Shivery is not dead!
My love I am happy to know
that shivery is not dead for you
and I.
In today’s society young
mothers and fathers have a
tendency to not teach their
children shivery, leaving it to
die out. But I write this poem in
such few words knowing it will
make an impact once it’s read
to have individuals to discuss
what shivery really is and how
it’s connected to our savior.
Reciprocation
When we go to the car and you
open my door and then I open
your door for you
When I dish out the dinner and
you feed me
When I cook the dinner and
you wash the dishes
When we sit down in a
restaurant and when I get up,
you stand
When we take a walk and we
hold each others hand
When I wash the clothes and
you fold them
When I want to sit down you
pull out my chair
For only if we teach our
children to understand that the
spirit of savior resides within
us. Therefore we should love
each other and treat each other
the same, as our lord and
savior loves us! From what I
read our savior is not bias. He
rains on the just and the
unjust.
Form:
Elite on top; below fall the rest
Constantly competing for who is the best
Smartest, strongest, who’s the most cool
Society transforms you into a tool
Who’s the most popular; who’s got cool hair
When in reality the world does not care
Who’s got the best looks; who’s got the best grades
Who’s wearing the designer shades
Who’s the biggest; who’s the strongest
Who’s image will last the longest
Who’s the richest and who has all the toys
The hottest chicks get all the boys
The strongest men get all the girls
They flock to them with golden curls
If you’re not the best at something
You are no one and you mean nothing
Why is this the way society thinks?
Egos grow while others shrink
Those who are different are labeled “weird”
And their ideas are to be feared
The strong will last; the weak die out
With no one to hear them cry out
Everyone chasing the American Dream
But that dream is dead; too far downstream
Is this the way it has to be?
In society’s trap and never free?
When we are all humans one-in-the-same
Running through life and playing its game
For at the end there is no prize
For how high in the ranks you rise
Everyone just fades away
Into the light of another day
So, I won’t be defined by society
Social Darwinism means nothing to me
As winter approaches, their songs die out
Their gentle chirping I can’t live without
Field mice make their way inside
Lizards under my couch hide
So what’s with the crickets; have they no clout?
Green crickets in Florida grow quite large
Perhaps in cold times they cruise on a barge
Carnival Cruise Line reject
Like Dangerfield, no respect
Not even an honorable discharge
Do they erect shelters ‘neath a snow mound?
Their disappearance surely does confound
Like snowbirds, do they leap south
Hearing winter’s roaring mouth?
Could they be in a Mexican camp ground?
The wasps and bees, well, they disappear too
But I give no thought to the stinging crew
As surely as the sun shines
I miss crickets’ scratching lines
But in spring their songs will return on cue
You are the sun
that brightens up my day
Sending warmth and comfort
That will continue to stay
Giving me hope
that there is still tomorrow
And happiness too
like there's no sorrow
You are the stars in the sky
guiding my path
Also the moon
that shines in the night
Showing me direction
with the fullness it brings
Shaping out perfection
The best of everything
A candle in the dark
that light up my life
It's firmness may melt
And it's flame may die out
But I cannot deny
The strength it once gave
To overcome failure
to fight fear and be brave
A knight in shining armour
noble and wise
Worthy of admiration
naughty but nice?
Armed with a brilliant personality
What more could I ask for
You always save the day
You're someone I cannot ignore
You are like the wind
strong and yet gentle
Which I cannot see
Though I know its just right there
Needed or not
I cannot even touch
But I can always feel it
You are the air that I breathe
You are like a diamond
sweet, tough, and tender
Precious and lovable
One that will last forever
You are my lucky charm
You're lucky to me
Everything went fine
since you became mine
You are my angel
A messenger of God
Working in silence
with such a big heart
You lend me your wings
And taught me how to fly
You're my protector and saviour
You're the apple of my eye
You are incomparable
and truly unique
You are different from them
You are the love that I need
~Chrisna Vergara
Yes, we are just five senses creature by birth,
But realize that we are here to lead a life on the earth,
Just like any other living being, we wish to be loved,
With all of our survival and hunger issues solved,
We stupids, don't understand your need for deforestation,
All we know is, it makes our siblings die out of starvation,
We all have a caring family like you homosapiens have,
Our chances of survival depends on how you behave..
A few cruel men, pelt stones at us for the sake of fun,
Some heartless people hunt us with a gun,
We beg you not to kill us for your food,
It is not that only mankind is made up of blood..
We were created only to have a short life span,
Show us mercy and let us live as long as we can,
Our sufferings drag us to hell which we can't withstand,
Maybe, we cry in a language that humans don't understand...
What is love?
The hardest question asked.
It's not the same anymore.
It's all about material things and smacking ass.
What happened to the romance?
Guess it doesn't exist.
No more going on dates.
Or lunch picnics.
Now, being a gentleman is considered a punk.
But people like me still holding it up.
We open doors for our lady.
Tell her she's beautiful.
Cook for the lady.
She likes to eat too.
Take her out and show her off.
Like her presence is a trophy.
Wine and dine the lady.
Help her bring in groceries.
Do things a man should do.
Giver massages after a long day.
She deserves to be pampered too.
Ask how her day went.
Converse a little too.
How do you expect her love.
When doesn't even know you?
This is love at it's best.
No technology between the hearts.
Put the phones down, it's less stress.
No arguing between the parts.
Bring the love back, the real men awaits.
Or let us die out while ya'll keep losing faith.
Form:
I still wrestle with human afflictions,
when I see others suffering,
groping in the dark of invasion –
where the rich and powerful
become richer, tutors of domination,
over these poor people, my own people.
In a globalized and interdependent world,
the growing technology and culture
speak the same to civilization;
the unknown depths of man’s soul
get neglected in life’s situations.
Our moral compass eclipses
by emerging values of the world;
family ties and faithfulness,
seem to die out now in truth.
I remember the “bar mitzvah”
for Jewish culture and religion
strictness in their formation
for a son or daughter of obligation.
Torah for them – a sacred revelation,
a holy book about God’s laws;
his commandments in various modes,
a guide, indeed, a school for the souls.
Similar to Christian life and religion
a holy bible shared and read across cultures;
but with media invasion in all dimensions
God’s word has now less attraction to some
especially to young people of this generation.
Though I may think the world has changed,
it has become like a free market, a confusion;
with hardly any blueprint of principles –
that carry mankind to be God’s disciples.