Best Enervating Poems

Vanity
A poem about vanity in life inspired by Ancient Greek Wisdom

As I wake up abruptly every single dawn
With my body still asleep on futility’s lawn
My spirit needs a fiery, enervating quick jolt
To nail down my awareness with God’s divine bolt

And as the day’s continuity progresses...

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I was born unto a woman and a man, and a government,
this was the Trinity, these were my employers,
entrance into this magical melee was acknowledged with a certificate of birth,
and with nefarious numbers, debt digits,

from my parents i received sustenance, shelter, and a satisfactory starting...

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Samskara, jailer of my heart’s deepest passions
Enervating me and drowning my soul’s rapture
Karma’s imprint become love’s stealthy assassin
Lurking fiend of black depths evading capture

From my abyssal plain, a seismic accident
Atlantis resurfaces in nightmarish form
Decayed temple’s coral seaweed entanglement
Wretched thing’s agonized tentacles writhe and squirm

Fetid beast...

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I can see the,might of forest ablaze
I can see the,Pride of mighty king on blade
I can see the,Eternal youth to be enslaved
I can see the,crown of a king on pyre
I can see the,thick canopy on fire

A day was there,When no one dares
Even the mighty light,Was...

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Enduring in crowd, living alone. 
Pretense, engaged. Conspicuous stone.
Solace amid the silencing sound.
Social setting. Trapped and bound.

Paralyzed movement. Strangled tone.
Enduring in crowd, living alone.
Vexing stage, communal minefield.
Required presence, reluctantly yield.

Commons cheer congress repletion.
Fear seared soul. Nerves depletion.
Enduring in crowd, living alone.
Network demise. Allies not sown.

Quiet...

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I WISH I WEREN’T A CENTIPEDE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS




I wish I weren’t a centipede, a lowly arthropod
I need a transformation into something much more mod
To obtain status, with a much higher species standing
Not be straddled with an enervating task so demanding
I get no praise for my...

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I ham aghast at increasing unpopularity
witnessed by Donald trump
hence aye aerate thoughts,
how ass nine his banal, demoniacal, fanatical, and hurtful
culling frightening insight,
where portentous Portuguese Man 'o War debacle
doth crowdsource, flickr, and indeed long foster 
plenti full over active imagination
to induce writhing expressions of fear
in direct...

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enervating stream
colorful salmon spew roe
brown bears cast their nets...

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The wooden floor creaked as I lay on it.
My eyes narrowed, slowly, into slits
As I stared at the half-drawn blinds,
As my limbs, lazily
Throbbed with dull persistency
After the long,
Enervating bus journey.


Not much had changed over the years.
The same wooden houses and paddy fields;
Farmers toiling, indefatigably.
Children playing...

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Mantle--a fluid shelf that cradles all existence;
Soil--a table that nurtures all subsistence
Flora--a cultivated canvas that neutralizes resistance;
Fauna--a habituated benefactor of indulgence.

Wind--a mysterious force of ambivalence,
Dispersing seed and spore with diligence.
Fondling cloak that cools with benevolence;
Powerful menace that uproots with violence.

Fire, generative force imbuing hearth with...

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Waiting for petrichor to rise                                        ...

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FROM WHITE HOUSE

I ham aghast at increasing banality, deviltry, ferocity,

   imbecility, liability, obscenity, rapacity, ugly

   offal popularity witnessed by Donald trump

hence aye aerate thoughts, 

   how ass a nine his banal, demoniacal, 

   egomaniacal, fanatical, guttural, and...

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Fallowed mind on barren ground toils
Winter's cold streams radiant beams foil
No incubating current cuts through the dense soil
Muses' bright glint the dark, thick clouds roil
Blipping sparks can't light my sensory console
A dormant seed sprouts on a rocky knoll
Promising strands on frozen surface stroll
Chilling winds over...

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Nope!, this aint a
     (non) commercial
     Christmas plug for ye,
nonetheless, a greeting
     of joie de
     vivre buttressed with
     (wreath) in this ole
   ...

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That car swishes 
along the forest road.
Who cares 
about a poor bird in the age of lynching?
Its beak with berries in it 
freezes. 
Its mate hears 
wing-beats that never near. 

A bird lover’s thoughts grow 
from the carcass.
He climbs up 
the tree trunk
and drops 
figs...

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