Best Easier Poems
one thing in life
that i have found
it's easier to live
when you breathe in and out
it's easier to see
when you open your eyes
and to believe
the truth over lies
it's easier to take
adding a smidgen of faith
and a touch of love
to help keep hate at bay
just a few things
i often find
that make it much easier
to make it through life
Categories:
easier, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Easier it is, death to risk in battle a hundred
Times
Than
A tear of unhappiness to see, dripping from
Your eyes!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
25 OCTOBER 2014
Categories:
easier, care, love, romance,
Form:
Epigram
Once in a while -in a moment
of immense sulfurous clarity, when
every grace I locked in my dilated pupils
begins to form lesions, yellow-running
tears through the deepest, lusty scarlet –
black and white would be a relief.
My mind billows like sheets,
silken, swathing whore-hues
over my perception.
I have to turn my head, hold my eyelashes together
with two fingers
hoping reality is more palatable
in the abstract.
On the edges of my eyes, where the
tawny evil beckons, bending
streaks of light, blurred through my subconscious
I see myself continue.
Unfamiliar limbs flowing over the sidewalk,
never missing an ill-fated furrow,
the cracks that I know will break me
before they seep poison into my mother’s back.
I’ll set aflame this fool’s-gold heart in
my crimson-stained fingers
and hope I don’t burn myself down
like the insanity with her claws on my eyes,
holding every torch high and shrieking to the
heavens for
fire, fire, fire;
No pretenses, just destruction –
hope ashes don’t lodge in my throat
like the drunken revelry,
the celebration: saliva and child-sobbing
unending in the streetlamps
gag-reflex mercy from the pitiless
that preceded them.
Categories:
easier, recovery from..., sad
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Every now and then, every so often,
I'm approached by they needing advice regarding their poor situation.
I offer them what I know to be a most helpful suggestion.
The response I usually receive is, "That's easier said than done,"
and this generally fills me with major frustration.
For me, "That's easier said than done," has the following translation;
"That's easier said than done, so I won't even bother to try."
No positive changes ever happen and they can't figure out why.
"That's easier said than done," is a defeatist attitude.
"That's easier said than done," is what's destroying you.
It's a destructive cliche that affects everyone.
I wish it would disappear, but that's easier said than done.
Categories:
easier, angst, people
Form:
Rhyme
~~~~~
it’s easier without passion
though the frost is hard to take
it’s so much easier to be numb
and make so few mistakes
it’s easier without passion
just after the heartache
much easier without passion
a heart of stone can’t break
~~~~~
(not a here and now poem ~ just wanted to share)
Categories:
easier, grief, heartbreak, hurt, loss,
Form:
Rhyme
The singularity of my voice,
Wailing out in this dark, wild, and philistine-infested wilderness
Today; Its uniqueness alone amongst several million babbling,
Balbutient tongues, and inked pens and platitude-riddled pages on blinking
Computer monitory screens,
The intelligible and the inane,
The incomprehensible and the uncomprehending:
The pretenders to literature's throne and the
Imposters of the immortals of poetry, drama, essay and fictive literature, as well as history and verse,
None of whose utter sublimity can these modern dolts and interlopers ever hope to assay.
He who writes these words with a swiftly flagging, already dying ember of hope,
Has cried aloud in the midst of all the untamed, inky wilderness
Almost all of his life and particularly has he done so over
The course of the past lustrum, and never once was
He heeded, this involuntary
Modern Jeremiah-
Yet, if I recall my scripture aright, initially as did Jonah,
He did not wish the task, either:
That task with which the Lord charged and tasked him.
3. Though the age of the razor has for much more than an epoch,
And more like a century, been upon us, yet its mastery in
These times seems to have departed, like chaff upon the blowing wind.
Where is the clean and well-shaven face?
Where is the clearing, the meadow in all this wilderness of unkempt, untamed facial fur?
What ancient Jewishness has enthralled man so that now he
Daily practices the dubious art of the bearded?
Of all the multitudinous arts, precepts, practices,
Tenets, manners, and accouterments of the archaic Judean:
Many moral, upright, righteous and uniquely salutary:
Why has only the one betokening only the densely furred face
Has modern man sought to assay?
Even the author of this poetic, parodic
Jeremiad, even he, who is in fact I;
I say even he has felt the furry, follicular,
Hirsute hordes encroach full upon and in beleaguering it,
Make invasive inroads upon his Grecian deific countenance.
And aye, even that of his father's too....
ANd virtually every other man he knows,
About whom is this screed against shearing indolence, grooming sloth being written.
Categories:
easier, april, arabic, art, assonance,
Form:
Sometimes I believe the right way is death.
Take me out of this mess, or put a bullet through my chest.
Never the more, never the less.
What's the difference?
Send me off to a far distance so I can just be alone
Because I know for a fact the my life is blown.
I ask you to send me to a better place.
A place where love or grace don't have to be chased.
Close enough to taste, the sweet sweet feeling of being gone.
People ask me what's wrong.
Listen to the words of this song.
Long have I waited to be put to sleep.
I'm not talking about counting sheep,
A sleep much deeper than being six feet underneath.
I guess this makes me feel better
So please read this letter and please just let her,
Just let her take me away.
Far away to where not another day will be gray.
Believe this is what I feel.
Not fake, but truly, truly real.
Death maybe easier.
The thoughts of it drive me crazier:
I put a bullet in the gun and snap in the revolver,
Anxious all over.
Playing with fate, I point it straight up to my head.
I count to three till right before me,
I see my life flash in front of my eyes.
I pull the trigger.
I open my left eye and wondered why I didnt die.
I begin to cry as I realized its not my time to say goodbye.
Categories:
easier, deathme, life, me,
Form:
Verse
Some times it's safer to say goodbye
Than to actually stay and try.
Others its not
So you have to give it a shot
Rather than live a lie
Categories:
easier, divorce, goodbye,
Form:
Death is easier.
Difficult is birth.
Destruction is easier.
Difficult is construction.
Thorn is easier.
Difficult is flower.
Hatred is easier.
Difficult is love.
War is easier.
Difficult is civilization.
Categories:
easier, truth,
Form:
Blank verse
An easier way with a softer touch
Lighter steps, leave chuckling footprints
Shallower still, until the end of it all
Flight or descent,
Innocently confused,
Instinctually separated
One occurrence
declares a difference
After Another
Boundaries blur
Concentrated caution
Mind, Gritty like sand
These childish judgments
impart hysterical scars
Soothing or Seething?
Pushing or pulling?
Laughing and crying
living or dying?
Categories:
easier, introspection, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
In my darkest hour
Time just stops
I don't have any power
My heart just drops
Don't watch my back
I don't need your help
I like living in black
Don't find me a cure
I'm giving up
It's easier I assure
I want to be alone
I'll be okay
My pain I've shown
Happiness I've forsaken
I still like awake
Even with these pills I've taken
Things won't get better
I've seen it close up
So I write this letter
Saying it's easier to give up
*Written on April 3, 2012*
Categories:
easier, depression, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
I had the assumption
that a faithful person
was very hard to find;
if finding love is
much easier than finding gold...
don't change that notion,
skip all the stepping stones
to get over the hurdles
you'll face switching all the aces!
And that precious gold
I found in a glowing smile
believing in the fable of fools...
as she warmed me more than sunshine,
and kissed me with the softness of roses
that was gentler than the kiss of the wind!
I walked many streets and alleyways,
I saw hundreds of faces without smiles,
they were looking for arms
to hold and spend long hours
gazing at the new stars,
trying to reach a universe of their own;
and the tighter they hugged on the benches,
the sweeter was the taste of the evening rain!
I had the assumption
that a faithful person
was very hard to find...
how wrong was I?
Too often I wonder if love only gives joy
and takes away all the pain;
some shake their heads and totally disagree,
they have harsh words for those who don't agree!
If finding love is much easier
than finding gold,
many didn't wish to be
so broken-hearted
ending up lonely, but not so free;
if destiny and life aren't fair,
we should invent new tricks
to avoid unwanted heartaches!
Categories:
easier, conflict, courage, fate, happiness,
Form:
Lyric
That's two gone from my life
Since February began
First I lost my friend, Grace,
And then I lost my aunt.
When will this madness end?
Will I ever get a break?
When will I return to normal
Happy and free of heartache?
Please, someone tell me it's all right
That It's going to be okay
No one's told me anything
But I guess it wouldn't have helped anyway.
I don't want to believe that this is it
This is the total, complete end
But I don't have any faith left to cling to
No heart or love which I can lend.
I don't have any trust in anything
Because life is so very short
God, I wish I knew what was coming
So that I could be prepared and alert.
But these things happen so suddenly
Without any warning
A life is gone, another soul dies
Leaving the rest of us in mourning.
So we are left with broken hearts
And tears running down our cheeks
We are left, shaking and sad
And that's how we'll spend future weeks.
With so much death in my life
And so many hardships I go through
You'd think I'd expect it and it'd get easier
But I'm sorry to say that isn't true.
Categories:
easier, confusion, death, family, introspection,
Form:
Elegy
All the wars and hatred that's involved, all the pain and heartache
And what has it ever solved but the realization of our own mistake
All that rage out there on the road and our prisons which overflow
With so many seeds of hate sowed that is just how things will go
All that spousal and child abuse and just all the evil acts at will
Instead of making a truce, of hatred people can't get their fill
In such a cut throat society they have even taken God away
So all this they can't see until of course it is finally their day
Neighbors against neighbors and so too sibling against sibling
For that is now at their core, so too the deeds that they bring
With peace standing right their all along but rarely ever used
For not that many are that strong and now being so confused
Call the Lord's Peace back, trust in the words I'm about to say
Only He can give what you lack, peace comes to those who pray
He will put such peace in your heart and reveal Himself to you
But He wants you to do your part in the knowing of His Name too
Just a note:
In returning to finish this poem, John Lennon's Imagine was playing.
I got the sign right away, like all the others. In fact yesterday in praise
He sent the two Blue Jays from my Psalms 71:8 poem. Back and forth they flew
2, 3, 4 times. Yes signs can be so clear in Adoring His Name, well least that's my experience. Wow as I'm writing this Blue Bird by the Beatles is playing. Never heard that song before in my life. I think He's talking to you all!
Categories:
easier, anger, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
Only yesterday today was in tomorrow -
Shall I bend backwards quick enough to seize the day!?
And then start contemplating, how -
I’d snatch the brief power of now?!
March 17, 2022
Bite Size
12 and 8 syllables
Categories:
easier, hilarious, humorous,
Form:
Quatrain