Best Exist Poems
Who Can Argue Miracles Exist?
No man, be he grandiloquent or coarse;
be he a learned novel or tattered page;
be he devout in faith or drenched in doubt;
be he a man replete with shame of sin:
No man (unless an empty man who flaps like cynic’s skin)
who has watched the early sun come out
or heard the song of sparrows spared the cage:
No man in love with his daughters: No man in love with his universe.
4/30/2019
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In a world where I do not exist
in invisible air my soul roams.
The sun would still blaze in amber light,
the moon and stars sparkle over ebony.
Rainbows and butterflies,
an epitome of silent elegance
would flutter in an abundance of colours.
Rain and snow, pain and sorrow, storms and hurricanes,
winds would weave between ancient trees,
dahlias and roses would still blossom,
but not with my hands,
robins would arrive and then leave,
humming birds still hum their hymns.
There would still be poetry,
just no words of mine,
left behind - would you become a poet?
There would not be no
misunderstood metaphors
nor concern about belonging.
There would be no recollections,
no echoes of my voice,
no memories, no angst, no scars
and that, which died, would not need to survive.
Maybe you would be happier - smile more.
No regret and no remorse.
Do debate about what is worthy and what is not.
No broken hearts - no forgotten promises.
No rage, no victims nor villains -
no turning the page.
No one would need to mourn for me
nor would there be a goodbye.
The music would still play,
but you would sing a different tune,
But in those moments of De Ja Vu -
that make you wonder - maybe that would be me
and would you still wish
to have met me?
In a world where I do not exist
I'm happy not to be born.
I have been erased
no face
no name
Silence invades
I speak yet have no voice
no soul
no heart
Darkness I embrace
Invisible to the mirror
Into society I peer
no one sees
what does not exist
Asleep or awake
there is no existence to partake
Possessions collecting dust
While what does not exist rusts
Who am I, that never existed
That bleeds but never lived
Murdered by love
no matter
I do not exist
Because I do not know of my tomorrow
Yesterday is gone I've forgotten it
I but have today to know I exist
I resist letting my today be wasted on drama
I am out sipping on sunshine
Gliding on life
Dancing in the rain while drinking rain drops
Have my fill on ice cream till I'm well content
Smile because I just love life
Love every unloved one
Give and share
because it makes me feel absolutely wonderful
And when night comes I'm up eating chocolates
while writing poems of my life's adventure
Smile
Akkina R Downing
8-20-17
Good it is if unanswered,
Some questions on man's mind.
Better it is if to some,
Answers are given.
Disastrous it is if to one- just one-
Wrong answers are provided.
To many, the whole of life
Is a product of chance:
The work of mere luck.
To others, out of nothing it came.
But this I will ask:
Is there no sense of purpose in the universe?
With consistency the sun rises and goes down,
And in the dark, the moon soars high;
Suitable for habitation is the planet Earth,
And over it, with his powers, man rules.
Are all these phenomena products of chance?
No! From a self-existent God they are!
Just Musing
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" I think therefore I exist" René Descartes, French philosopher 1596-1650
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I look up to the sky
Wondering if all I see is reality or an illusion
Although I doubt the very existence of things, still I think
Therefore, there is something that doubts: Me!
This leads me to the conclusion that I exist as a doubting being,
Otherwise, I would never be able to think
This is proof of my existence.
Now, if I, who is a part of the cosmos, am able to think,
Then the whole cosmos must possess the property of thinking as well
For
How could the part, me, possess qualities that the totality of things doesn't possess?
Impossible!
Therefore, there is something in the macrocosm that thinks,
This "something" is larger than I- the microcosm- and preexisted my being,
If it were not like this, I could not exist.
This "something" is the source of every being and the object of my thinking,
Thus it guides me and everything else to follow its unfolding plan:
The unity and coherence of the cosmic order to create life!
We may call this "something" by any name
I for one, call it "God" and bow before His everlasting wisdom
For HE is my God, the Reason of every reason!
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© Demetrios Trifiatis
25 January 2017
I, exist between me and myself,
in an ever deepening void.
Whatever angle life is dealt,
of emotions, it seems devoid.
In an ever deepening void,
I realize, I'm slipping away.
Of emotions, it seems devoid.
Yet, so comforting, I think I'll stay.
I realize I'm slipping away,
as I gaze at myself in the mirror.
Yet, so comforting, I think I'll stay.
I am my own souls bearer.
As I gaze at myself in the mirror,
I see what lies beyond my own eyes.
I am my own souls bearer.
How could I not have realized?
I see, what lies beyond my own eyes.
Whatever angle life is dealt,
I am my own soul's bearer.
I exist, between me and myself.
Contest: Pantoum Me
Placement: 4th
She held onto Saturday, with hands calloused and nails bitten
down
to the quick...her eyes saw sunlight and denied it's presence while she rocked, back and
forth, back and forth, to the ticking of a dishonest...
clock.
He told her, in words that cut the air as they fell from a razor sharp tongue, that she
still played the part of the victim, her little girl costumes uncomfortably small, and she
refused to hang herself up, for she had memorized the part and her voice knew
nothing
else.
Her lips parted, still stained with kisses and dripping with the acidic burn of
yesterday's stale tears, and she whispered the truth about choices as she unknowingly lied
to herself
again.
He handed her the script with a brush to her cheek, and she shook her head as life tumbled
viciously around her face, her peripheral vision capturing sight of years long past, and
she informed him that she couldn't read it, she told him she was
scared.
He took her hand and taught her how to smile with the slight tickle of fingers that danced
across a lifeline that posessed trails she was ignoring, he showed her how to not walk
backwards and
the appearance of Sunday if she didn't
trip.
She discovered the moment she was stuck and moved herself beyond the sunset, misty skies
so old that colors had faded and maybe yesterday wasn't as pretty as she thought, maybe
Sunday
didn't lie, and she came to an understanding as she straightened and tossed her sight to
the windows that glimmered with afternoon light...
that glistened with the reflection of twenty years past the weekend and the eyes of a
woman that had seen the formation of a smile
on
Monday.
I always seem to lose whenever there's emotions attached
been there and done that and I don't feel like going back
From now on my heart is cold and ignorance is bliss
Now I'm living in a world where love doesn't exist
I've been keeping myself to myself lately
There's a lot of weight on my shoulders
They say Life's a ... Well I promise I can hold her
I can do this by myself I don't need you to save me
Some will tell me there's no call for my rage
I used to be a private person until I put it all on a page
All of my hurt and emotions just came spilling out
I played my hand even if I didn’t like the hand that life was dealing out
I'm a good guy with some bad traits
I know I'm wrong for using Courvoisier and strippers to make it through my bad days
Walking through hell, but my cold heart keeps me at the right temperature
I battled some of the biggest demons, so now the devil looks miniature
I've had love, lost it and survived so I don't need it
Had hopes of writing a story with this girl just for her to say she wouldn't read it
So I learned to stop relying on others
I've got my own shoulders so I won't be crying on others
You're supposed to treasure love, but I can't open my chest
I'm keeping the little piece of my heart safe, because the world broke the rest
Lost my biological sperm donor when I was 14 and didn't even cry
So if you don't see them around me anymore there's a reason why
I made it out of hell when they expected me to burn
Now the smoke has cleared and it's my turn
I've protected my heart so Cupid will miss
I'm happy by myself now I'm living in a world where love doesn't exist
The little cottage
Built by my beloved father
Is old and small
But loves begins here
And never ends
It carries on years after years
Wherever you go
You won't forget
It's like a magnet
It's like the force of gravity
It links to your mind and your soul
Buried deep in your memory
Even after it's vanished in a big fire
Even after its builder passed away
A long time ago
Love and memory do exist
Whenever a soul remains
If I so much as to disappear
The demons will go back to their fiery tower
And let me rest in my harmony
The butterflies will celebrate in flight
That the gangstalking evil which I felt
Will no longer be
The deep state will need to find another victim
To hold close to their pitchforks
As I would be free
But will I be remembered
Will anyone focus on my plight
Or will it all be in vein
The darkness cannot take me
For I am too angelic
I fought the demons hard and fierce
So remember me my dear souls
Let peace surround your beating hearts
For I will be in Gods embrace
Where I do not exist there is emptiness,
a world with no little girl gathering blooms;
no child born a poet full of awareness,
no dark poems about cemetery tombs.
Not a word written of life and all my glooms,
oh, terrible to think of no consciousness;
and no young woman who painted and hummed tunes.
Oh, what of my mom and dad and my grandma;
no forest walks holding hands with my grandpa !
My true essence floats in an infinite space,
long lush hair floating like a torn tangled dream;
I would have no soft skin, rosy cheeks, pale face,
no husband who had eyes like emerald green.
no verdant views, vaulted trees, vivid sky, place,
floating in a void of clouds I think ... I scream.
On the tomb no baby name engraved in stone;
for my baby boy was never born I moan !
Hummingbirds hover in my hollow chasm,
even a speck in void I can find beauty
oh, a world with no me is hard to fathom,
no complicated, poet often moody.
No writing with imagery and phantasm,
oh my gosh I would never be on soupy.
I ponder existence with no poetry;
no fantasy story, no sweet poesy !
If there's a world where I do not exist
I would want my memories to persist
Friends regaling stories of good deeds done
People remembering old days of fun
Silence serenading in between smiles
Familiar fighting with forgotten files
No one should shed tears that I am now gone
Rather reminisce golden days till dawn
Whene'er you think thoughts that throwback to me
Close your eyes, take a pause, then let me be
In a world where I do not exist, poetry lies.
My progeny disappears - there are no words.
Exists not a pair of green eyes, only the wind sighs
at that particular point when angels are birds.
In a world where I do not exist, air is arms,
fleshless, without compassion, unfelt. Steam
enfolds those I’d have esteemed with my coat of arms.
I’d be nobody at all, not even a forlorn dream.
In a world where I do not exist, I do not serve.
There is only one me with my speciality.
The sick, dying, those crying, get not what they deserve.
This time and place features an abnormality.
In a world where I do not exist, even my ancestors
are forgotten. Who exists to remember their stories?
How is their time filled, those honeymoon trimesters?
My name, my soul, my spot has naught its glories.
Has my husband found another honey or died?
In a world where I do not exist, can my soulmate strut?
Perhaps and rightly so, he believes that poetry lied.
Alone, forgotten, divorced, devoid of he knows not what?
Why does hatred exist
I don't believe I have ever hated
I have surely disliked but hatred is an extreme
It is certainly not something to be proud of
It is something to avoid
Nothing should ever be a reason to hate
Most wars are caused by evil men
Wanting not only their fair share
But that of their neighbours
And their neighbour's neighbours
It's never ever enough
Where does it end
Greed is a major factor
Control is another
The craving to be king of the mountain
To rule, to enslave
To conquer at all cost
The lives of many are no obstacle
An entire nation, a whole race of people
It matters not... power corrupts
Absolute power corrupts absolutely
None of us living today
Will see a world where total peace exists
But this fact shouldn't deter us
To throw up our hands
And say “It's impossible”
Nothing in this world is impossible
If the will to succeed is present
I have always had faith
That man will always do the right thing
I still have that faith!
© Jack Ellison 2014