Best Doubts Poems
Dear members of Poetry Soup, here I present my most awesome poem to date.
It is best appreciated while listening to my mate Andy's recital.
So please open-
http://www.andyevansfiction.com/interviews/andy-reads-a-poem-called.html
and read along.
Here goes:
DOUBTS
When the sanctuary
Of sunlight sinks
And dark shadows
Lay across your thoughts
Spiteful talons
Scrape against your reason
Their dragging
Resonating
In your mind
Out beyond your vision
In the darkness of the hour
Your doubts stir
Shuffling
Muttering
Foul damning words
That pierce you
Slicing through your certainty
Severing the flow
Of your integrity
Chill words
Spoken so close
They breeze past your ear
And settle like ice
On your dignity
Threatening
Menacing
Sounds of movement so near
That doubts brush
Your confidence
In the gloom
These doubts
Analyse
Scrutinise
Your every mistake
Real and imagined
Emphasised
Magnified
Demonised
Your honest intentions
Mercilessly proven
Futile
Trivial
Infantile
Your courage
And Morale
Shattered
Scattered
Lost in the darkness
Surrounded by doubts
Fearful
Deceitful
Doubts twist
Blur reality
Ripping
Façade
From hidden self
Clawing
Screaming
Igniting fear
Pupils dilating
Stupefied
Skinned
Heart racing
Blood
Gore
Torn from your chest
Undesired self
Splayed
Exposed
When the sanctuary
Of sunlight rises
And dark shadows
Are chased from your thoughts
Hopeful hands
Massage your reason
Their comforting
Relaxing
Your mind
what if Adam had not taken that first bite
would paradise not have been lost
temptations come our way each day
surely someone else would have succumbed
what if Christ had not sacrificed his life for our sins
would our souls have remained in eternal limbo
what if the holocaust had never taken place
would Hitler’s alter ego have caused even more pain
should we prance ‘round and ‘round with such thoughts
dizzy and deliriously consumed by doubts
or accept what has transpired in the past
with resolve to learn from history
*For Desiree’s “What If?” challenge
June 10, 2011
doubts' seeds grow tendrils. . . .
invade deep childhood beliefs
and suffocate faith
6/13/10
Now used for the Senryu of the Mind Poetry contest of Jenish Somadas
I stand on the podium, with a trembling heart
Looking towards, a big sum of audience.
Their eyes are like, stars in the sky
Twinkling clearly and raising my pressure.
They seems before me, as devils in their chairs
Waiting to tear my heart, apart.
Hundreds and hundreds of eyes, I saw
Without a drop of, kindness in them.
Then I remember, the famous words,
None but the brave deserves the fair,
The sign of life is strength and growth,
The sign of death is weakness, it says.
I kept my doubts, a distance away
And delivered the lecture, without any fear.
There saw the devils, standing like angels,
Clapping and clapping, for ever and ever.
Honorable Mention in STRAND SPECIAL 4 ,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
Doubts.....
Some doubts rule my mind
It blocks my foresight
It doesn’t allow me to reach my heights
It dims my imaginary sight
But it gives me the power to fight
And just rise like the bright light
Maybe it gives me fright
But it also made me think right
And that’s why getting doubts is fine.
The rottenness of it all is no less foul for having been bleached white. This is the conclusion I come to. I walk with a scarf covering my mouth through the dimly lit catacombs of the faithful. The arched ceiling holds a dangling string of incandescent bulbs which cast a sickly yellow glow on my shoes and the cavities full of thighbones. “Why are all the bones the same,” I ask. The guide smiles. “Tens of thousands of heaven seekers wish to be buried here. There’s only so much room,” he said. “Even today people pay for holy ground.” Ghostly, armless, rib-less, headless, specters seem to rise un-braced, oh the indignity of it all. I picture them searching for the missing parts of themselves. I sneeze through my paisley scarf, stumble back; back, following the arrows in reverse, seeking the way out; just as frantically as they had sought the way in. The rest of the group trudges on; after all, they had paid their coin to Charon.
First Published in Inwood Indiana January 2014
Lies
Behold
Jealousy
Humanity
Fears
There are days when I steer clear of putting pen to paper
Afraid what my mind would spew
I look into the core of fear
Into the core of what hurts
All the questions that entail
The lingering doubts
Wondering if I can handle this
Then I remember all those other moments
That came before
They had meaning
They were an intricate element
Of what I am dealing with today
Sometimes I just have to push through
The doubts
Challenge the fear
And rely on all the lessons learned
In order to persevere
Nobody cares about the in between
Just on how you finished
So if today is doubtful I will push through
I have hope,
I have faith
Even that at times is enough
To see the sun shining through the miasma
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How will I know if this day is right for me?
I have waited oh so long to do what needs to be.
But, is the first step, the best thing, for me to do?
How will I be able to know if… all will work out true?
The first day is the hardest, but what will happen if I fail?
How can I continue forth, if everything is to no avail?
There will be no back up as I stand there all alone.
What, oh what, will happen when I am on my own?
The world is so frightening, at the very best of times.
How can I know that this… is really the right time?
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This poem is written in the sonnet form,
And yet I have my doubts about its shape
Though nearly to that structure it conforms
There may be holes where nightmare faces gape.
It looks and speaks just as a sonnet would
And talks of metaphysical concerns.
Do we conclude, as poets and readers should,
That in our schizoid age we cannot learn?
For humans may be decked in clothes of wolves;
And lambs be dressed in lion’s fearsome furs.
Thus, sense is tricked and problems are unsolved.
Landscapes etched, yet details seem quite blurred.
It looks like one,it feels like one,it speaks;
Yet from these words, does human feeling leak?
I’m so far from perfect.
Sometimes, I let fears discourage me.
Many times, I let shadows worry me.
Sometimes, I let the tears fall silently.
Other times, I can’t seem to find a way to breathe…
Through the pain, the dread, the dismay,
All those things that make me feel so much shame.
I’m so far from perfect, you see!
There are days when I can’t find the faith to pray.
There are moments when hope doesn’t come my way.
There are times when I just don’t know how to say…
Love is the promise that will always make me stay!
I’m so far from perfect.
Sometimes, I let the darkness of night surround me.
Many times, I let the irritations dampen my spirits.
Sometimes, I let the doubts fill me with apprehension.
Other times, I can’t seem to find the light beyond the grief,
The assurance of a love that can ease the heavy weight,
All the stress from listening to the anxieties in my head.
I’m so far from perfect, you see!
There are days when I can’t find the enthusiasm to dream.
There are moments when I lose all my self-esteem.
There are times when my wishes are not what they seem.
Still, His love is mine and He will always redeem!
I’m so far from perfect – but, yes, oh yes, I believe…
With Jesus here inside me, stirring a love so sweet,
I know what it means to let go of those doubts,
Reach out with faith, with hope, with grace – believing…
Forever and always, He is with me, reminding me –
He is the One who provides for me – grace that decides, for me…
Love is the answer to every need – And, He is the love that abides –
Everlasting, always, forever – He is the love that I need!
I’m so far from perfect…
But He is perfect – completely
And, because He loves me…
He will light up the darkness within me!
You once asked about the intensity of my love for you..
I didn't have anything concrete to say, or something new..
But it has been just two days since we haven't talked..
And miles of emotional distance I've already walked..
I really wanted to discover what you are to me..
So I kept on walking on the street of thoughts, although lonely..
And gradually all things fell into shape..
And I met with the reality which couldn't be escaped..
I found that it was your eyes through which I wanted to see the world..
Around your smile, my happiness swirled..
Your voice was the music for which my ears cried..
It was your heart where I wanted to actually reside..
Your arms would have decided the size of my world..
They were your shoulders on which I wanted my dreams to be unfurled...
They were your fingers in which I wanted my fingers to intertwine..
You were the glitter which would have made me shine..
I wanted your hands to remove those hair strands from my face..
I wanted your personality to fill me with grace..
I wanted your hugs to be my sole comfort..
It would have been your hanky which cleaned my face's dirt..
I wanted your aggression to save me from the cruel world..
Around your likings, my choices would have twirled..
Your favorite colored dresses would have filled my showcase..
They were your hands which I wanted to cup around my face..
It was your lap which would have been my headrest..
Your appreciation could only bring out my best..
They were your ears in which all my secrets would get revealed..
It was your love which would have been my protective shield..
This is what I discovered during the long walk..
But such a poor timing, that I now don't have you to talk..
I wish you could read this and just signify..
Did you get the reason why I was always the first one to say a "Hi"?
" Help Clear My Doubts "
Seeing my knight in shining armor
I see him as I sigh
knowing he shares himself with others
their love he would all deny.
Yet he does not venture forth
to the one who needs him so
something secret holds him back
its a fact I need to know.
Sharing our special meetings
destined to all be hid
how can our true love flourish?
Please answer me, I bid.
Help Clear My Doubts, my special one
show me that you are all mine
you know the love that I give
is forever to be thine...
Penned By MPK
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Emotional storms are looming
does rain a certain doubt,
a life we shared together,
just how to live without?