Best Dwindle Away Poems
You were my sunrise and sunset,
I was so happy that we had met.
I loved the way you paid attention to me,
you made me feel loved, like a rare beauty
But somehow the tide changed,
we went from lovers to being estranged.
I went from being enough,
to a place of not enough?
When was it that you fell out of love?
You were my precious gift from up above.
I wanted to know your new lady?
Because you were acting shady.
I’ll eventually be ok with you not loving me anymore,
I need to know the reason you walked out of the door.
I wasn't prepared for your sobering explanation,
when you told me why you left I wanted it to be
my imagination.
You left because you didn't want me to watch you
dwindle away,
but I wanted you back no matter how dark the day.
It’s been two years now it was a sad sunset,
and I’m forever grateful that we met.
2-21-18
Alexis Y
* Fiction
Yes you, and you, and you over there
The nerve you all have, it’s sickening
What right do you have to leave this world?
Why do you all die on me?
What is life that you toss it away?
Old and sick, humppph excuses I say
I have had enough
No one must leave
Stop, I command time to STOP
Are my tears not enough?
You all conspire against me, I know
To add me to your collection
Of death
Why? Why? Why?
All your kind smiles, laughter and love
You make the world shine, and give hope
Only to disappear to the afterlife
Is this not cruelty?
I beg of you all, do not go
I have not the strength to carry on
Here, as you all dwindle away
Leaving me to ponder my own mortality
Alone, alone I sit, knowing romance will be kindled once more
Death will come to offer me a final kiss
Whom will hate me?
Are we more than just a twinkle in the sky
More than a reflection of someone’s eye
Where to find meaning, an endless pursuit
With so many thoughts, my mind can’t compute
Perhaps it’s best not to struggle in vain
For what we don’t know, causing us pain
To accept and be grateful that we’re here today
Let such contemplation just dwindle away
Take your fill of my time
Does it thrill you?
Do I play every right chord in you,
Or do I dethrone your frustrations
Into raw rage?
Take your fill of my time
Does it pleasure you?
Have I breastfed your ego
With my warm, mindful nip?
I can hear my efforts drip, drip, drip
Take your fill of my time
Will it please you?
Or will it rot and dissuade you?
I feel you disengage,
Until it is I in that raw, raw rage
Take your fill of my time
Will it fail you?
The drips turn into spurts
Till it is my tears you feed on
And it hurts…
Take your fill of my time
Will I miss you?
When I have nothing left to give you
When I turn the other way
And you disregard the sweet, sweet sway
You and I will hear the drips no more
The rage will empty into the desolation
That truth can only replenish
I must unfasten myself from your tirade
To find a rant of my own, and a way
Will I regret every second of my efforts?
Can I dare breathe without my soul being drained?
Will you never learn
That all that I have lost from you
Cannot the same be gained?
So take your last sip of my time
Will it redeem my worth?
Shall I bite again into the joy I seek?
Or shall I dwindle away
Into solitude’s deep?
What happens to love when one moves far away?
Do first loves grow fonder or dwindle away?
What happens when new love becomes true love and two say “I do’?
What is it that happens to me and to you?
As the embers of new love burst surely to flame
The embers of old loves no longer remain
Life takes over; years roll by
Until new loves are old loves and then even die
Then where are the embers of love long ago?
Are they burned out forever or waiting to glow?
Voices unchanged, arms so eager to hold
Two lonely soul mates dare to be bold.
Old love becomes re-new love so fresh and now wild
Life again takes over; years slip quickly by
Going to get a “haircut” today
Actually getting all of them cut
Cutting just one would hardly be noticed
Now I'm being a silly nut
There's many other sayings similar to this
English is overloaded I find
Wanna hear some others I've discovered
Well stay tuned it'll blow your mind
“Keep your nose to the grindstone”
Now THAT'S gotta smart I'd say
See what I mean, don't follow this advice
You'll feel pain from here to Sunday
How about this one, “eye candy”
It certainly has me bamboozled
“Less is more” is another that's confusing
Looking for others for your perusal
Here's another, “left in the lurch”
Pretty sure they meant left in the “church”
“Dead as a doornail” as dead as you can be
Gonna do a little more research
To “peter out” means to dwindle away
Has a certain sexual connotation
Put it back in, it's a public place
You'll be arrested for excessive potation
“I rest my case”, now here's another one
Wasn't even carrying a case
Okay gonna “put this thing to bed”
Yikes! Can't wipe this grin from my face!
© Jack Ellison 2013
POTATION
• the action of drinking something, esp. Alcohol:
I intend to abstain from potation.
• (often potations) a drinking bout:
the dreadful potations of his youth.
The torment I feel inside,
Missing you wanting you,
Then there’s someone’s foolish pride,
Where are you?
Love is always there,
In SICKNESS and in health,
You know how I feel, I care,
You make my heart melt.
Days of wine and roses,
I might not give to thee,
But you can count on little posies,
I can get them for free. ….. Lol.
My heart is yours,
To do with what you want,
My love endures,
Something I want to flaunt.
The sunset is ours,
The moon up above,
Let us dwindle away the hours,
Let me show you my love.
The light is slowly dimming,
I am missing you so much,
You know I am aching,
I long for your touch.
A kiss goodnight,
A cuddle with you,
You know it is right,
With our love so true.
Waiting again for another day
My agonizing pain persists and stays
That glamorous world is fading away
Incongruous obscurity keeps me under its sway
Toying with worst ideas became my best play
Was it but an aberration and it died away?
Is it a deplore bigotry or my plans went awry?
Let it shine or dwindle away!
I am thoughroughly disorientated, if not an astray
Release me from this agony and end up this delay
Demise or resurrection? Why don't you display?
My barren soul; either you revive or slay!
Never plead for sanity in a lunatic world; that's my final say
Dear friends, can you rescue a woman drowning in clay?
“PERFECT ISOLATION”
Days drift from one to another
nights restless--gray
steadily... mundane monotony loses magnitude
Obligatory conversation—social interaction
dwindle away
intolerable interruptions of the small minded
Finally boundless to envision all—over analyse
creative minds play
protected by clever syntax of the word
Perfect Island
Perfect Peace
Perfect Isolation
Copyright©2013—Kim van Breda
Fragile Flight
Our fleshly vessel wears with the years
While the spirit remains forever young
The days of wear begin to scream for freedom
From pain so intense the mind cannot overcome
Although the spirit is healthy, racking pain
Consumes our thought patterns and that small
Still voice becomes a flicker in comparison
To the gripping pain these frailties produce
Those around them do not want to face the
Helplessness they feel and slowly disappear
From their lives leaving them to perish alone
Forgetting that their needs were once covered
By the very person, they now have no time for
Yet, when they need, the other is still there to help
Tears of loneliness and loss flood their face
Knowing those who have abandoned the other
Find safety for their feelings
behind comments like
“I want to remember
them as they were”
Hence leaving the other to dwindle away
Alone and hungry for the human contact
Of their once close friends and family
Are left waiting alone in the wings
For the Collector of Souls to come
Carole Cookie Arnold
2010
Hope's a lady, a wish, and a prayer,
offering endless possibilities.
She's dressed in hand-me-downs, frail and threadbare,
spun from fears and responsibilities.
She visits the hearts of both old and young,
often appearing as a last resort.
And She has been dubbed a slip of the tongue,
an Angel, and a fantasy escort.
She's stubborn and not known to disappear,
although sometimes She may dwindle away.
And yet, if summoned, She will reappear
when life's calamities come into play.
A granter of wishes, She sets the stage
with anticipation, magic, and trust.
And in the book of life, She turns each page:
She's hung around since we were formed from dust.
Life in a nutshell
You touch those around you with your heart, when it is the only way they can be touched.
You fill their lives with happiness, when hope seems to be useless.
Let the angels take your message, for they are our messengers.
Fill your heart with joy, let laughter prevail.
Never let anyone annoy, but feel bad for them because they are so sad.
Never let yourself be the turtle in the middle of the road, there are many directions he can travel, but only one can set him free and how he handles the situation determines his fate.
If you come upon a snake in the woods, you still have choices.
Your life is like the River, if you go with the flow, it will be easy paddling If you decide to change direction, it won't be as easy, but it can be done, but making waves will only get you sunk.
If you build a sandcastle, with-in a short time it will only dwindle away, if you have a concrete foundation, and it is built with stone, it will stay a lot longer. How can you go wrong?
Fight to preserve, not with each other.
7-05-2008
by Sashi.Prabhu
(17/2/2012)
Shrouded and festooned with quaintness i try to elucidate the trips of mystery,
T’was dark and it was then I realized that the morn and noon was history.
A smooth trip on mother nature’s bounties rolled on neatly into a joint,
It felt all day as me and the bard within went on a trip from reality the shackle disjoint.
Rendezvous point was at the foothills of the zeauoxian Milky Way
Way beyond my mind can comprehend I see myself move fast and dwindle away.
Away, away and far away through starry paths, the galactic colonies and black holes
Yesterday seemed like tomorrow and today like the near future, written on ash scrolls
Tornados, galactial storms, raining meteorite, planets, and stars I beyond them travel,
Oh my body is the ship and my mind the deck console for the paths to ravel.
There at a distance I see us approaching Venus,
Hovering above hostile mutant colonies with mammals, moth worms and flora genus,
Earth behind seemed afar & beautiful and I every moment growing creative and ticinus.
Ship trips and galaxial flips,
Tardy nites and the dark nicotine stained finger tips,
Annular eclipse occurring in my mind’s eye as the white light zips,
Rummaging my mindly scripts for notes of melancholy strains as the notes dance on,
Slammed by the downer, my trips are done& for another, on ganjain I count upon.
They taxed us without our consent,
we who though we were Englishmen,
said we had no say in governance,
so we simply boycotted them,
threw their tea into the harbor,
let them know that we’d had enough,
they sent troops to beat our spirits down,
didn’t think we would be all that tough.
But when they marched for Bunker Hill
two times we made the redcoats run,
they crippled themselves for ‘victory,’
come and see what the rabble have done.
And when they arrived in great force,
our militias then tasted defeat,
they forced our forces from New York,
and pressed us down though New Jersey.
Many thought the game was over,
that is was but a matter of time,
then Washington crossed that river
to declare we were still in the fight.
Surprised all the dreaded Hessians,
asleep in their beds at Trenton,
didn’t lose a single soldier,
come and see what the rabble have done.
When Burgoyne started marching south,
determined to split up this land,
citizen soldiers from all around
assembled to challenge the man.
Locked in stalemate at Saratoga,
the British went out probing,
not expecting our forces would stand up,
much less charge forwards attacking.
The great professional army
soon would find itself overrun,
the first big redcoat surrender,
come and see what the rabble have done.
When Britain took Philadelphia,
the rabble went to Valley Forge,
Britain thought they all would freeze,
dwindle away until no more.
But those cold men, no food or shoes,
persisted against winter’s chill,
learned old Europe’s fighting style,
under Von Steuben they would drill.
At Monmouth they gave just what they got,
held their own until the setting sun,
beat the British at their own game,
come and see what the rabble have done.
Again at Cowpens, Stony Point,
King Mountain out in the back woods,
when the royal army struck at us,
we gave it back just as good,
until finally at Yorktown,
a French fleet blocking the escape,
the rabble came for Cornwallis,
who could only yield to his fate.
They played ‘The World Turned Upside Down,’
believed that the peasants had won,
not understanding who they had fought,
come and see what us Free Men have done.
Listening intently,
My ears draw towards the softest of music
Glistening instantly,
My fears die away… and I find it so therapeutic
I gratefully write this poem
Since I haven’t wrote one in so long…I can’t stand the wait
I spiritedly dance in flawless rhythm
Since I haven’t used my energy in so long…I don’t feel all that great
Flittering ecstatically,
My wings began to elevate in a most treasurable way
Spluttering playfully,
My tears dry away… and my laughter makes the tune dwindle away