Best Exhaustive Poems
Inside-Out with all the psycho-babble.
Multifaceted melange - merry and melancholy.
My pen’s prophetic,
authentic,
inadequate.
Hazel eyes that ponder divinity:
See the world.
See God through the world.
See the people.
Empathize with earthly beings.
Fall to my knees.
Seek inspiration.
Grab it with gusto.
Don’t wait for the brain to catch up.
I observe the peculiarities in my familiar space.
I often hide behind the blinds.
Occasions, work, and friends -
push me out into the serendipitous sun and clouds.
Clench books on dusty shelves.
Throw them into a shopping cart -
they’re all free.
Attempt to organize floaters -
those iotas, that crystallize,
to form a complete thought.
Exhaustive concordance of my travels -
violets, forget-me-knots, tulips,
and fear and sorrow
The viscous web of grandiose heights -
zip lines, edge of mountains, glacier treks.
Falling...falling back on my knees.
Confident? Conceited?
A poet - that’s me.
And ideas materialize -
with family and strangers,
life and death.
The affectation of emotion, pondered.
Like a journalist, I report roller-coaster happenings.
You see, I used to merely have an emotion,
get comfortable in its chair.
Now I play with it,
craft my joy or despair.
The mirror cracks -
my reflection
as I grow wizened,
with a chromatic symphony
of mystique.
Categories:
exhaustive, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
November 29, 2023
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The footfalls are audible in the hall.
I can hear scraping against the wall.
During that time, I was lying in bed.
The obscurity engulfs me in dread.
A screech can be heard in the yard.
Hammering the window truly hard
Shadows wander across the night.
Demons are beaming with delight.
Aeries carried by a hovering broom.
Wolves shout in the gaze of gloom.
Sounds of bat wings flying quite loud.
The moon had been covered by cloud
Exhaustive respiration outside my door
I fade further into the covers and snore.
By making a turning motion on the knob.
The boogie man has completed the job.
Categories:
exhaustive, analogy, angst, bereavement, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
Exhaustive searching, certain words you seek,
Thematic flow in lyrical technique.
You thumb through volumes searching for a line
To kindle inspiration in your mind.
Convinced a stanza finished, then rethink,
As fragments fail to form a missing link.
An expectation stumbles to a stall ;
A pressing of your brain against a wall.
Then seamlessly the flashing of a line
So brilliant your emotions swiftly blind.
Too priceless to be captured, you forget.
The prose you cherish most knew this regret.
Gene Bourne
03-23-14
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Categories:
exhaustive, emotions, feelings, writing,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Qualitative’s Quantitative Dilemma
by Odin Roark
Numbers in checkers
Numbers in chess
Thinking beyond 2 + 2 = 4
Knowing 2 & 2
Portends extension
Invites the mind to ponder
Knowing a concluded 4
Indubitably finite
And so it goes
This constant tug-of-war
Placing the challenging value of quality
Against the easier calculated quantity
Like the riches of a fairytale ruler
Versus the needs-fulfilled of the provincial
One wallows in numbers for counting
While the other sees their every move
That of thinking through what constitutes
The next hour’s harvest of nourishment
Who is with the fear of losing?
The burden of fright?
Who smiles trustingly on patience?
The gift of nurturing?
If life were a board game
Which terrain would you choose?
That of hop skip and jump
The plundering of any spoils within reach
Or that which demands careful decision
Where precise positioning of tomorrow
May continue to provide all one needs
While protecting all worth dying for
That stealth-like foreshadowing gift
Answering one of history’s
Exhaustive conundrums
Must quality of long-term goals
Always be threatened by
Quantity of short-term rewards?
Categories:
exhaustive, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
If I walk alone through a thousand days,
each hour I shall try to make peace
with my past, with my battles, my loss and grief -
my soul shall still hope, though my smile’s stay is brief.
Today, oh today, I’ll overcome dread,
unwrapping myself from guilt’s unmade bed.
I’ll squeeze clouds overhead, wring out my tears found.
I’ll loop stars in my sight, unshackle feet bound -
to feel embraced when all love seems to die,
to stifle my sobs until brown eyes dry,
lifted from exhaustive anxiety,
unburdened by a crippling frailty.
I’ve reproached my Father, head bowed in prayer,
my heaviest heart has poured out till bare.
Despite bricks I lay, I know He still cares.
Oh, more than I care for myself today!
I’ve hidden under blankets smothered
in my childish uncertainty, covered.
I’ve pretended with my deceptive smiles;
for a midnight sun’s warmth, I’ve reached out for miles.
To cower in anxiety, to wail in my frailty,
I’ve come to stumble and accept
an echo deafened by my hollow steps.
Weighed down by an ever taunting earth,
in a lonely, ailing mind, I hurt.
Perhaps, tomorrow I’ll build a new bridge
freed from this escapable bondage.
*an old poem revised
Categories:
exhaustive, anxiety, feelings, hope, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
Allison Jones had a terrific career.
She was on the rise as a software engineer.
Her Upper West Side apartment was certainly great.
However, to meet expenses, she needed a roommate.
Concerning the high rent, there was some doubt.
That started when she asked her fiancée to move out.
After an exhaustive search, the right one came one day.
Hedy Carlson was the girl who would stay.
Allie, how were you supposed to know?
There was tragedy in Hedy’s life long ago.
Her twin sister met an early demise.
Personal guilt was something Hedy would surmise.
Hedy’s real name was Ellen, and she had a quirky past.
Allie figured this relationship should not last.
Ellen’s dark episodes left plenty of room for doubt.
How did things turn out? Rent the DVD and check it out.
Based on the 1992 film “Single White Female”.
Categories:
exhaustive, adventure, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
Coasting on thermals where birds touch the sky
standing below them and watch do I
banking with grace above they ascend
fleeting to views I want never to end
Through the tall grasses do brown bunnies run
enjoying open spaces under the sun
paw prints of raccoons cover my deck
when night arrives their presence I’ll check
In night my roses will disappear
as a sweet dinner for forest deer
the stars will arrive and night will cloak
moon beamed ponds where frogs do croak
Things of great beauty formed by Mans hand
but beneath his gaze will none of it stand
the gold and the silver that so many amassed
to the hills and mountains upon earth will be cast
artifice and toil will disappear in the wind
this system of things will soon meet it’s end
Life’s burning oil so many have wasted
the pursuit of the truth have little tasted
Man has not cared for the gems that reside
the qualities existing in the well inside
understanding and wisdom thought not to seek
strengthening the hands of those who are weak
Exhaustive is the sources of thought
and for vanity is friendship bought
each seeks his own self exultation
casting down others in defamation
God will destroy the lier and sinner
birds will feast as if in dinner
disease and pestilence will follow after
unthinking men have given God laughter
Man’s ingenuity has not been his crown
his own self praise has cast him down
before God’s justice mankind is not humble
compared to his works our own do stumble
Humans seem not to delight in instruction
the foolish among us will suffer destruction
the law and the prophets and Truth are known
among all mankind the news has flown
Sweet in the mouth is the taste of the Truth
but bitter is knowledge that does not sooth
In birth pangs and travail the new system arrives
and with it the loss of so many lives
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC
sources Isaiah Jeremiah Ezekiel Revelation
Categories:
exhaustive, bible, corruption, future, people,
Form:
Quatern
Tu me manques
let me
pour my longing
into my poem
“tu me manques”
and
let it fly
to you
into
your dream
and touch
your exhaustive sleep
hope
the changing seasons
will spin
its colour
and
let it
embedded in your mind
like
a seed that sow
in the depth of soil
my poem
“ tu me manques”
Will always be there
and
I wonder
how it is
when
my words
kiss the heart i miss
“tu me manques”
(c) Sukmawati Komala
~Jan 2014~
Categories:
exhaustive, miss you,
Form:
Free verse
...Continued from Part 1...
Poor little Evelyn, her poor physical conditions at birth puzzled local doctors,
It was a mystery she was born with a dislocated hip and a deformed right foot.
And evidence of bone damage whilst within her mother’s womb, that happened,
9 months of exhaustive tests, Evelyn the baby is confirmed a OI type III patient.
Today poor Evelyn is small in size, as typical of OI patients, her mobility limited,
She is constantly in need of a new body and leg brace with special shoes fitted.
With an anxious and loving mother and sessions of unending physical therapy,
Evelyn must have monthly doses of intravenous drug to increase her bone density.
At 4 years old now, imagine the frustrations and the helplessness in Evelyn,
She knows she is different, why she is so fragile, her little mind cannot fathom.
All the various injuries and the many broken bones about in her tiny body,
Life is such a challenge, why is she born so unlucky and so much different.
For every 100,000 individuals, six to seven are born with such dire conditions,
If there had been a more fortuitous mutation at a genetic level, these individuals...
They could have been born as legendary mutants, imbued with fantastic abilities,
But a twisted play in Fate's hand, OI children, they struggle even in normal activities...
Only with advances in Science and Medicine can OI sufferers have a normal life,
With bones so brittle that shatter like fragile glass, they have only sheltered lives..
http://www.star2.com/people/2016/01/03/her-bones-are-so-brittle-they-can-break-like-glass/
Categories:
exhaustive, anxiety, caregiving, community, education,
Form:
Free verse
Generally, no kiss does attract opposite
But, necessary of course
For a definite purpose
Like in intercourse
Kiss is important incidence.
Kissing stimulates
With the same gender it complicates
But, more importantly with opposites.
Nevertheless, for opposites the more
Kissing is very afflictive!
Don’t joke….
Kissing is an ingredient between mates.
Kissing the lips is passionate love
Kissing the head is respect, irrespective
Kissing hand is submissive
Kissing the sensitive is to seduce
Could turn into malice unless you love
Kissing at times is to bid goodbye.
Kissing game
Sometimes for a price
You need to have practice
The spirit is drowningly, torridly enjoyable
Fullness in the act is a consummate
For opposites it could be explosive.
For honeymooners they need a license
Yet for live- ins never mind
But to be alive…
Kissing superhuman is superbly exhaustive!
In the biblical tragedy
Judas betrayed Jesus when kissed.
Dalila Agtani
8/21/12
Entered in PD's Kissing Game Contest
Categories:
exhaustive, life,
Form:
Free verse
The slump is in Trump's egotistic plump;
as all that pre-election rhetoric begins to change and die,
fallen to the sides by scary realigned protested cries
of verbal democrats and republican chides.
Recognize at last, all the lies unrevealed in the past
overlooked as the rise to the presidency is stonely cast;
fear filled questions, apprehension and doubts
lost in unwarranted name calling pouts and shouts.
Resign the nation to the silent watch guards be
held to the breast bone of all freedom's needs;
America is great with modifications yet to see,
man, woman, child, Asian, white, black must be equally free.
Hold the promise, dreams and hope for change
be watchful and observant of what we lose or gain;
a leader must set the goal much higher
with populace watching as he steps into the fire.
Push that arrogance and showmanship aside
and regal us with what you'll provide with your pride;
get facts, good advice, the daily briefings, look at all the options
and be a strong, honest, exhaustive conscience.
Comb that hair, dress business like, hold high the chiseled chin
remembering the peoples vote you did not win;
we view now in newer light, with wait and grace allowed
to make us greater still,
America is bold and proud.
Categories:
exhaustive, america, business, future, political,
Form:
Rhyme
Post: the brains reaction, after the fact -
Traumatic - the ugly, sad truth that shook me off track!
Stress; exhaustive intrusions keep me on edge -
Disorder - fear of the nightmare that lives in my head!
Categories:
exhaustive, depressionme,
Form:
Acrostic
To Be Unrealized
by Odin Roark
By whose standards
you might ask.
The standard for the conscious,
the persons who regardless of career aspiration,
relationship passion,
past guilt baggage,
know that job,
partners,
acclaim,
power,
and celebrity,
are but controlling remnants
of an upbringing and the continued quest
of media brainwashing to score a rating coup d'état.
Void of true sentient identity,
immersed instead in the ubiquitous coating
of saccharin-infused cream on top delusions,
fantasies glamorize the duped,
the ignorant…
Believe it or not…
Mass populous wants more from life,
even though they continue to be self-exiled
in the “grovel syndrome” of survival.
Listen…
The cries of those who care,
Blast forth “Oh, for Christ sake, wake up!”
The answer?
Only a fool would offer a universal solution.
But…
Perhaps a nudge in the right direction
might be the revelatory awakening to thinking…
you know, that gift we are infused with,
the non-aggressive weapon seldom employed,
the empowerment to stop being controlled by others,
while you truly take the initiative to
set your own standards,
acquire your own answers,
exorcise some exhaustive introspection,
and a modicum of study into behavioral history.
Many would argue…
To be unrealized
is the individual’s own fault.
No one else’s.
Who of consciousness would disagree?
Categories:
exhaustive, identity,
Form:
Prose Poetry
*Image of Mirror Lake by Pixabay.
Enclosed Rhyme Sonnet: Nature's Mirror
Forget-me-not thy scent hast taste of time
for thou art pleased thy stance ere errant cast
thyself on tendrils secrets e'er none past
knowest thy name advance thy claim and climb.
O rose blossom beauty thy petals art
exhaustive, and as there's none to question
thou hast looks that clear a room's impression,
thus, to heaven astir, findeth your heart.
Lily, my dearest, how befitting of
names of one who vigils cemeteries,
thy reacheth yourselves our commentaries,
tis naught ours but thine, remember thee, love.
Tis nature, reflective and revealing,
whereth layeth true for death is willing.
2022 August 17
Categories:
exhaustive, mirror, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
*Image of Family Focus by FOTF.
Soma Sonnet: Suicide Watch
The steaminess awkward away,
as summer writhe its day of me,
I risk a search that subs my plea,
lies atonement hopeful in play,
~~o save thy wretched soul.
Chains cross my path in front of me,
taxes wrongdoers pensive stalking,
post exhaustive heated walking,
a sign beach closed due to rough sea,
~~o save thy wretched soul.
A morning stalls a zenith Sun,
what life remains why do I hold,
ignored alerts are strong, be bold,
my worth value zero they've won,
~~o save thy wretched soul.
I launched drifting in seas control,
Art hast o save thy wretched soul.
2022 August 17: Created
Categories:
exhaustive, death, suicide,
Form:
Sonnet