Best Exhausted Poems

Willed

Vague sword

Weak heart and sight

Boundless wisdom, although

My soul has full enthusiasm

Body growing old and becoming weak

My resolve outweighs the bullet

Reeled swilled

Billed.

(The Bell)

Written: June 27, 2021

Ring My Bell Poetry Contest
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So much effort
goes into feeling well...Man,
I’m exhausted! There’s nausea
from supplements, the squeak
and throb, Just One More Rep!~ exercising…
Man, I’m exhausted! 
                       As much...

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I have hushed voices in my head
they say the things I’ve always said
they echo loudly thus keeping me
from finding my own calm poetry.

I need respite from all of this
can’t even find my happiness
I know he’s crying hiding pain
haunting me again and again.

Torturing me they suffocate
my...

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"American Grafitti" took me back again to High School in the 1960's
"Back to the Future's" nifty hot rod took me back in time and almost left me!

"City Slickers" took me way out west, to rustle cows and ride a horse
"Da Vinci's" code, did not bode...

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Just like closing a book without reading a page,
Or as to a child who is tired of being a kid;
Like a preacher that won’t stay in a pulpit so long
Or to a sprinter who leaves from the running throng.

No time for laughter or for returning...

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I've tried to make words rhyme at the end of their stanzas,
but rhyme wasn't too perfect for those impersonal stanzas,
the Iambic pentameter was right, but it required rhyme for intensity,
so rhyme didn't agree with Iambic pentameter in every verse; 
I paraphrased every stanza with a...

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Today once again we did not agree,
Utterances of emotional anger exchanged between you and me.
Once again the reason ‘why’ escapes logical thinking,
Drowning in confusion - sinking.
Flowage of streams attempts to come to my eyes,
I say to myself- You promised not to cry.

I feel that I...

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Underneath all these layers of has been memory within
and should become remembered without
I have nothing left 
to late evening evolve me.

An exhausted creaky ghost
of organic chemistry reunions
inside a worn dry and peeling boundary membrane
surrounded by EarthTribe's climate of perpetual 
polycultural EarthMother becoming
relentlessly final unvoiced 
unchoiced...

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When I am exhausted but not yet ready for bed
I flip myself upside down letting blood come to my head
Inverting myself like a moth, or a bat
Ideas come quickly, all succinct and pat.

When I am tired, I know what to do.
I hang from a limb...

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The boy with the exhausted wings remains,
the mirror doesn’t show a friend reflected.
Betrayal is predictably effective.
And guilt is carrying all too many names.

The boy with the exhausted wings remains –
and do you know him, son of angels fair?
What happened to the common past you shared...

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Spent energy
No drive
Droopy eyelids
Must revive

Need sleep 
Too much to do
Running errands
Losing you

Cradling memories
Yesterday’s past
Sensing distance
Falling fast

Love for life
Children first
Endless devotion
Now we’re cursed

I won’t change
This is me
Lost in a tug of war
Amidst this jubilee 

© Stacy Lynn Stiles...

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I’m exhausted with your caress
Through the force of your instinct
I will never fly in Paris
On the wings of restless wind.
I won’t taste again your kisses
I can feel they are so cold
I forgive you just like Jesus,
But you have to leave my world.
Go away I’ll find...

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Hatred is a sort of colonisation 
It governs the heart 
Like colonisation governs a colony
Where freedom is restricted
Love  exhausted
Hegemony impudent
And the mind becomes a slave
Chronically angry and frustrated
And so a spiritual release is needed 
Maybe through a religion
Or a blessing from God...

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Wishing on a star,
I wanted a car;
But a horse walked by;
Winked its’ big brown eye;
And I had a ride.

The night is late
My horse just ate;
This poem’s sure,
Full of manure.

Still I write
In the night;
Though I’ve not

One thing
To say;

NON.
...

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Thought is eating brain as cancer
I am future in the past
I am looking for the Answer
And I’m trying to request.
Give me, sky, the hope and mercy!
I’m along in autumn’s time
in my room, that’s not so cosy
without Her. I drop the rhyme
for these lips and eyes...

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