Best Directionless Poems
Periodic table of elements
Periodic table of elements,
the true heart of chemistry,
Law of periodicity clements,
Mendeleev is not a history !
Bonding between two hearts,
ignoring all the negatives,
When breaks and rips apart,
defying the electro positives,
Atoms randomly disperse,
Directionless, blinded and betrayed,
Valencies in their course traverse,
Swaying in the numbers brigade !
Written January 2nd, 2015
For contest "Periodic table of elements" by Anthony Slausen
It amazes me
They say all men were created equally
But that’s denied throughout history
Theirs starts with constitutions revolutions and bravery
They tell us ours is gangs chains and slavery
It’s pretentious
And I’m offended
You started the race just so you could win it
And they did…well they did
Until we realized that an eagle can’t be judge by its ability to be a pig
False metrics
A ruler being held by media outlets rendering our image helpless
They narrate that our great minds are bipolar, out of order or just selfish
Encourage us to swallow your dreams
Beat our women , eat our young and wash it down with the tiniest sips from their revenue stream
And we say nah
Trick no good
Ms Maya Angelo knew
Sojourner too cause Rosa didn’t move so Mlk can spread the truth
I’m not the smartest man on earth but if I wanna change how history looks
The first thing ima change is what’s explained in our history…books
Long live Babylon America the great its the M night Shyamalan planet of the Apes
Long live Babylon America the great its the M night Shyamalan planet of the Apes
Here’s the plan it’s no secret raise your hand and give the answer I agree with
Concentration of Indoctrination now we consider him a genius
Don’t let him look into why Malcolm X wanted to separate
Keep him chasing his tail in circles as we continue to legislate
Tell the only ones that’s special are the ones that did something first
Ignore the names of those that change what was broke but now works
You know what’ll really knock ‘em out of competition?!
Tell ‘em their role models are ball players and musicians
Let’s assassinate all they’re leaders and complain they’re all directionless
Police Kill off they’re strong men n women even though they are weaponless
But keep the freaks in the sheets cuz they women are the sexiest
Add dope to their communities break down the family structure
So it’s really sister Vs sister and brother Vs brother
Father out the home is more pressure for the mother
Strong and independent makes her think a pb and j can be jelly without peanut butter
So what makes you think I want a calendar with 28 days
With 28 names
Of 28 slaves
Lead to 28 graves? I think …..We’d rather have our 40 acres…
Sickle moon gray above the waves
The quiet directionless wind
On the earth, and in the sky above
A veil is drawn, cutting into dark spots
Slowly round and round,
Murals are etched into the sand
The statue waits with eyes unblinking
Silent wonder, solitary armless stone
Twisted, counter-pose, forever fixed,
Wonder, what does she see under water?
Rusty bows and sterns, shipwrecks,
Silvery fish fluttering in and out of hulls, a
graveyard outside hallowed ground
Archway, the great doors dark and closed
Murky, wet light pours in vaulted windows
Through water-worn edges of stained glass
Seaweed tendrils curl around an altar
Once, quiet processions marched up the aisle
They are now only filtered ghosts,
Murmuring, wavy impressions of what was
Forever, the tide calls upon the great steeple
And the lonely under-toe,
Pulls a mote in the sand around her,
To protect the bastion in the sea,
Dark, lovely, lost forever to those above
“Love is a power so strong, yet if compressed without
outlet, it is as good as stagnant waters"---by poet
As we roamed under the star spangled sky,
Sharing many a trivial thought
I failed to voice my clandestine whim
Structured within my heart's inmost core
When words got suddenly broken up
With a lump forming in my throat
I failed to convey what I meant
In a language explicit for you to grasp
Gazing at each other, as we stood
Without uttering a word aloud, never making explicit
My thoughts with inhibitions subduing me,
You failed to notice my love lit eyes
Sadly glistening with tears, about to shed
Sad, my thoughts scattered like dead leaves
Abandoned by the trees in harsh autumn wind
Whirling down directionless and fated to rot
At the end of a pleasant united jaunt
When forced to take our own solitary paths
With life’s journey diverging in opposite tracks,
We failed to say even a parting word
As a gesture of courtesy, due for both
Alas, when the past has dwindled slowly away
We remain in our own cloistered cells
Failing to forget what has transpired
With wounds bleeding all through time
Whenever I think of our love, that got thus fused
Standing speechless and tongue tied every time
I force a wistful glow, wondering what might have been
If you could see my heart split wide open
And known my true feelings which I could never once divulge
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June. 6.2022
~Placed First~
This or That, Vol. 12 Poetry Contest
Subject Chosen- Split Wide Open
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
There it was,
Slowly drifting
Above the blue waters.
Abandoned.
Emotionless.
Lifeless.
There it was,
Laying still
Under the cruel skies.
Stagnant.
Alone.
Apathetic.
There it was,
Sluggishly floating
Amidst ebb tides.
Directionless.
Hopeless.
Impassive.
I gave birth to a thought today
A shiny little supposition
It wept about all the possibilities
Endless creativity
Directionless refractivity
Like protons racing around an atom blaster
My thoughts began to multiply
It was the Big Bang of my Universe
Then I heard the voice of an angel
Say, “Daddy, this is my science project.”
And now the birth of a thought
Gave birth to a Black Hole
You yell for help yet nothing wrong
Scream for help but no-one shows
Maybe one day you will understand
Your calls for help have been used up
No-one believes you when you make a claim
You ruined what you once had it ran away from your lies
What will you do when everyone dies
No-one wants to hear your stories
Tiring tales of make believe
Realizing your no more then a dream
For you are what you speak
Your a dream, imaginary
An emotional game of hide and seek
What will you do now that the wolf has escaped
Tearing open everything in it's way
Had you been more true to me
I would have shown more empathy
You brought me life, but directionless
You make others lives feel meaningless
Now all there is left to do
Is feed your fears, the wolfs waiting for you
Persuasion's possessive verses
'midst absolute poetic madness
surrendered in rhapsodic poesy,
poets are a tidy sum of quirky &
care zilch of external perceptions,
content to breathe 'round seduction
and unicorns' phantasmagoria
insomuch nonsense amid candor,
directionless winds 'neath allegory
'pon posies and dragon's intimation
twisting mundane to vibrant intrigue,
translations representing prism's
kaleidoscopic colorful impressions
and themes of whimsies' schematics,
transparency & transcendence yielded
'neath abstraction's elaborations,
refining & expounding unspoken lyrical
compositions of a fancied expose
commencing communed communication,
redundancies' excesses never take recess
panoramic hues of conceptualizations' foibles
reverberating gusto of paradoxical aberrations,
chromatic visuals swaying eye's sensory perspective
distorting brain synapses proliferating alterations,
dancing 'tween fiery moonbows & dandelion whims
'pon emotions flabbergasted mid-starry night folly,
prancing within rain's whetted infidelity of sunrises
hanging amongst cosmoses' effulgent constellations,
feet never planted firmly in earthy burnt umber
viewing worldly horizons differently upside zest's zing
of inky relished sublimation and shifting symmetry - -
and we make naught apologies for imperfect paragons
We were the forgotten ones, you and I,
floundering through life, unable to fly,
directionless winds carried us away,
never knowing if we were here to stay.
We were the sensitive ones, you and I,
persecuted when movies made us cry,
each childhood wound has left its jagged scar,
we have carried these burdens much too far.
We were the gifted artists, you and I,
made breathless by the beauty of the sky,
trying to convey this beauty in art,
not knowing we were missing half our heart.
We were the true peace-makers, you and I,
we'd give and give until the day we died,
we dreamt our dreams no matter how wistful,
our love for our kids: unconditional.
How we loved our children, you and I,
from infants, to toddlers, through junior high,
grown now, we can only dream and recall,
caressing their skin when they were so small.
Hand in hand we're together, you and I,
finally, as one, we can truly fly,
we pray that we can grow old together,
twin souls now reunited forever.
--for my beloved husband, my twin soul, how I love him...
©Danielle White
A lapse of judgment, a tempest of rage;
A crazy obsession, to not be assuaged.
Aggression triggered by an avoidance of life;
Anger transmitted by internal strife.
A malignant cancer, that blankets the soul;
Aimless, directionless, irrational goals.
Misunderstandings, needs to be addressed,
Lives of conflict and bitter unrest.
Insecure souls in need of self-worth;
Struggling for survival, suffering our mirth.
Their life they try, to make better than ours;
Condemning and scorning - pretexts they avow.
Humility and shame, like the Princess Diane;
Never dominant, ne'er taking a stand.
Outwardly pure and spotlessly chaste;
Conceptual notions, theirs to erase.
Cruelty encapsulated, in the essence of trust;
Life without meaning, turns quickly to dust.
Seemingly gloating, over others' tribulations and fears,
Hearing only, what they want to hear.
Mounting insecurity, bespeaks a much graver flaw;
Poor ravaged souls, inwardly cowering in awe.
Seeking weaker, less emboldened spirits,
Targeting these with caustic, scathing, hurtful bullets.
Never fulfilling that, which is expected of them,
Intimacy cradled, like a sought-after gem.
Critical of yours, mine and theirs;
Withholding their praise and masking their cares.
Failure to do, anything you may ask;
Regularly taking, others to task.
Their possessions coveted, and always the best,
A play on the absurd, which we must never contest.
Fantasy mansions, constructed of sand,
Ill-fated platitudes, left on the lands.
Sins of conceit, and vain-obsessed pride,
Condemnation and censure, a lonely, forlorn, pitiful ride.
A curse worse, then even death itself,
Alone in a world, like a puppet on a shelf.
When lost in the woods
one wanders lugubriously directionless
in the weeds vines and branches
obstructing the altogether magnificent world
that abounds and surrounds
the muddled mind of the soul-filled seeker:
Truth traveler and mystical unraveller
plodding ahead confused in dread
of what lies beyond
the not-so-distant tree line
drifting dreamlike in a cloud
of misty-eyed fog looming in the air
just over there next to nowhere
like a serpent ready to strike...
Where forward momentum becomes a battle
against God Gravity and Nature as One
finds fear inviting and darkness enticing
as shadows on the moon walking
freely as a butterfly wafting
into a new dimension in space-time
before discerning the profundity of the scene
as nothing more than the ageless
Mad Magician whispering dismally sweet nothings
into the minds and ears of all good people
throughout our tear-filled years...
("Follow me," says he, "to the tasty apple on the tree.")
Until the soul seeking, scintillating Sun-Light appears
awakening the dumbfounded lost in the woodlands
to an inviting winding path leading toward
higher elevations in the farthest reaches
yearnings and palpitations of the universe
and the unfathomable intangible that binds
and sustains all matter and life reverberating
in every heartbeat and breath of fresh air in-spired
for the searching of the perennial
everlasting and Wholly desired:
Love-Beauty-Truth-Freedom-Forgiveness-Grace
and all that we long for and imagine to be Good
at the end of the long winding path
through weeds vines and branches
when lost in the woods.
Now engulfed by silence, with my thoughts must I contend
trying to avoid the abyss, a state of loneliness to descend
being in touch with my feelings, I have become confined
thinking to escape, despite being directionless and blind
The days bring disappointments, with weeks fleeting hope
feeling you're at that point of no return, you just can't cope
yet, happy memories break that spell, in time wounds heal
constantly keeping yourself occupied, thinking you can deal
Regain your emotional stability, and recognize this very power
healing starts from within, so don't retreat from your ivory tower
the human mind has an endless light, where happiness is found
leading you toward a deeper understanding, this life is profound
Don't drown in the waters of silence, your mind brings you there
it creates images of fear, trapping you, your subconscious snare
find a friend in whom you can trust, and share your pain and fear
you'll then unburden your heart, knowing that someone does care
At times silence can be beneficial, when kept under your control
but if it causes your mind to become delusional, it will take a toll
silence breeds independence, so you can make it work for you
it resides in a world of its own; you don't have to be a who's who
So take advantage of this internal silence, a catalyst to achieve
exile yourself to its sanctuary, in its power you've got to believe
light is mere reflection, it is silence which you will ultimately see
it alone will enable you to find happiness, your true spiritual key
It has gone on for far too long.
Lightning will smite me for my wrong.
On my honor, I gave all that I could,
Vicious fate will still get me; I knew that it would.
Even now, you gaze at me with shimmering eyes;
Yearning, I hide from those azure skies.
Open arms forced to stay at each side,
Unworthy Casanova, swallow love as pride!
Kindness that I never deserved, shall soon depart-
Run away! Run far from this fool’s heart.
Instead of your man, I could be your brother,
Somehow then fall as dumbly for another
Touch you, I will not; never as I am touched,
Ever in your hand a heart lays unclutched,
Nevermore to care, roaming directionless and hurt.
Only one can tell why I hold you close to me,
Bringer of my sorry end, a light I cannot see.
Raging passion held behind exhausted eyes,
In a prison so deep you cannot hear its cries.
Enchanting, your smile makes a pulse stop still.
Not even I could destroy my love, nothing ever will
This new age technology
Have me confuse I must confess
Cause while I spending more money
Everything else is getting less
I will give you some example
Hope you don’t get depress
But if I’m telling the truth
Just answer and tell me yes
Our telephones now
Are all wire wireless
And them new stoves
Now are completely fireless
A woman in Trinidad washing cloths
On the tree she throws her dress
I ask her why not use a line
She say she going wireless
Google making new cars now
That is driverless
And you just press a button to start
Its is also keyless
They even changing fast food also
To make them completely fatless
So you can eat all you want
While your wallet become cashless
A woman in Malaysia
Have to children who are jobless
And she quarrelling with her husband
Because them wives today are fearless
So while the cost of living rising
Our value become less
The world is in recession
Those leaders are directionless
Today you see young couples
Some of them cheat so heartless
Because to them relationships
Are completely meaningless
Some today have bad attitudes
And live life so careless
And when you tell them good morning
They say mind your own business
My friend the romantic dude
With then women he has success
But if he don’t marry one
Then he will be living wifeless
The fees in universities are expensive
While education are become valueless
And everywhere in the world today
You will meet people who are manner less
A man buys his wife a perfume
They call it timeless
Then he trying to lose some weight
so he drink is completely sugarless
My girlfriend gives me lunch in a bowl
It was completely soup less
Them ask me if my belly full
Saying today we going foodless
So I tell her yes darling
It was so delicious
Because if I hurt her feeling
She might leave me loveless
Yes the 21 st century
Has everything is getting less
But still am and optimist
And will keep my hope endless
Fold and make origami
Pieces lost in the folds of time
Ripples in crystal waters of stillness
A riddle searching for responsiveness
Zipline through the playgrounds of my mind
Inverted skies stretch beyond grey
Clinging to air thick with silence
Shaped by a hope refusing to conform
Sleepily sauntering down an alley
Directionless shadows endless in their growth
Opaque walls murmuring their speechless weight
Flickering with thoughts not comprehended
Unraveling the knots of oblivion
Words hang precariously in suspense
A burst of color breaks through the frame
Slowly fading to the edge of a forgotten dream