Best Expanding Poems
I smell the coppery scent of stale blood
and the stench of death, excrement, and piss.
A soldier lies dead, his face in the mud;
I never knew that war would look like this.
My mind is numb; I dare not shed a tear.
I can't change reality, so why try?
There is nothing left within me but fear;
I'm alive, yet sometimes I want to die.
I fear the killing will never be done;
hope has forsaken and abandoned me.
I fight in a war that cannot be won,
and I've seen more pain than I wish to see.
War is an ever-expanding abyss;
where merely surviving can feel like bliss.
For out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth does flow.
So Lord cleanse my heart, from head to toe!
Stir inside me your compassion.
And dress my heart in Godly fashion!
Give me wisdom, more understanding.
Then my heart will be ever expanding!
Yes, from the heart the mouth will speak.
Therefore, I pray, for a heart that’s meek!
Stacey Brown
8-8-14
expanding negative-space
...from the eye
of an artist's
howling-pen
language-weeps
language-weeps
after-words language-weeps
from the wounds that reason makes;
seep from wounds of omission,
seep from some-deep-super-scary-Sa?sKara,
seep from some gimme-gimballed lurching-duality,
trembling from the loss of blood
lost in the wailing rhythm of suffering,
...
innocent victims like you and me,
lost between infinite-Love and "I'm not worthy",
there where the manic-music lifts
dreams farther-f u r th e r then the stretchered edges in longings go,
to those places where the bubble-breaks,
there
where all that's left is dark and deep.
The meandering Universe or tightly packed with no edges at all
The Universe huge and pulsing enough to give seed to the life forms is packed rock into a ball
The Universe did it know all along about Love?
Hey what is life anyway? Some say they know from messages above, within— without
Some say they know by analysis, some philosophers, mystics, priests, all claim they have the key to the riddle-- What do they know?
I have voyaged with Plato, and Aristotle feeling the firm ground beneath me slipping away,
I mourned the Passion, I have kneeled for Allah, Vishnu, Shiva, Yahweh, RA, Amun-Ra, Odin, and I have imbibed the mystic, elevating into a fugue
Hawkins, Sagan, Einstein have wisely spoken, I speak their words, “Where did God hide those confounded data?”
I have visited the land where law of religions becomes the external garb of man, atoms flowing rapidly energetically all from cloth to flesh and back again--
In those black holes I have held hands with Sagan, De Grasse
In search of other worldly terrestrial beings, and have floated into eternity embracing Hawkings into beauteous things— with water at the center of it all…
Plunged into darkness, and never found those dice,
What can I say, I am only man.
We have tried for millenniums to answer the puzzling riddles, what is the ‘mystery of inequity’, perchance it is of no substance at all, or is split asunder in the vital soul of man himself some slippery essence waiting to ooze out into the atmosphere,
The riddles are great, and the universe holds them somewhere in the abyss, of man blackest recesses perchance— Maybe there is no mystery at all… “Philosophy is a smile on a dog”
Some say they know by analysis, some Philosophers, mystics, Scientists, all claim they have the key to the riddle…What do they know?
In the desperate search of God we have despised our ways, Men have become haters of Love. I saw the birth of the humanist once upon a page-- Petrarch my father
He held the keys jangling with a smirk and rage…
Man disappoints man…
The family tree
On this day we will plant a tree
To symbolize the growth of our family
For long ago seeds were planted
After time you had roots of your own
Root by root you nurtured each one
With a mixture Of support and a sprinkle of love
After countless hours of understanding
Our family tree was quickly expanding
Like the seasons come and go
The tree branches continue to grow
For life is ever changing nothing stays the same
So on this day, we plant new memories
In a whole new domain
Beneath the tree, we plant life's precious moments
Like all my children so far away
When the wind blows they all find their way
Soon I know they will be on their way
Back to the tree
Where dreams of today
And memories of tomorrow
Live on day after day
Come over here, stand closer to me.
The universe is expanding.
The two of us will fly apart
if you stay right were you're standing.
Alone with a thought, in a void of space,
Alone with colours at night,
Hearing galactic waves of stars,
Hearing a galactical fight,
With soft booming rolls and a quick happy dance,
Harmonising like a fairy of fun,
Becoming a groove of bright star happy hot thoughts,
Bouncing along like a drum,
And then with you gripped she walks to the edge,
Peers to the cavern below,
And allows the music to embrace all your mind,
As you’re engulfed with the “now” of Tonto,
And you think you know whatever you thought,
You feel new but can’t figure out why,
You’re heeled with colours of absolute love,
From those galactic waves in the sky.
Lightened, standing explosion, looking in. mental wealth may begin. Casual wonder meeting the eye, bright then mellow, sun drop blinding, the eventual rise. Though I know you well, let the journey edge near. The natural prize, will never flinch, these roads leading, can never end.
City fluster, expanding colors. Thoughts wonder, reds taking the seeking eye. Mending madness, passing, and then striking again. Show spacing, the luxury beast, never tamed, existence flaming, these and more, happening within.
Stretch the everlasting, bring the path of awe, dropping mouth, sensation reeling, curiosities needing, the ones of no doubt. Ah, strike, strike, the tone of giving gift. Bursting thunder, These my expanding friend.
The world is expanding...
into a great big computer
full of new knowledge and information
new ideas everyday
The world is expanding...
with a lot of new babies
and a lot of new cribs
and a lot of new toys
The world is expanding...
with different types of food
Mexican, Italian, Chinese
and lots of drinks too
The world is expanding...
with infinite possibilities
and we control all of them
good or bad
The world is expanding...
to the point of no return
where we are losing resources
and ways to live
The world is expanding...
to where we can't adapt
no way of survival
waiting for the end
Infinite and expanding
By Michelle Morris
21/02/2023
Scientists say that the Universe
Is continually expanding
But in order to do this
There has to be something out there
Further than the boundaries of the
Universe as we know and understand it
How do we know that it is not God?
God Who's experience through us
The billions that live on Earth
Added to those in other galaxies?
All our experiences help expand
God's experience and in turn, the Universe
For we are all connected through
Time and space and energy
The strings and loops and synergies
Atoms and quarks and sparks
Of inspiration and joy and love
And peace and Creation
The magic and miracles
The mystery and infinite potential
The knowledge and experience
The understanding and existence
It all ties together in all that
We are and all that we do
This is the beauty of me
And of you
God and the Universe
Beyond all
Beyond boundaries
Infinite and expanding
Forever
© Michelle Morris, 2023
No grabby
Material axis-
Astounded this fundamental
Fact of blistering depth-
How meaning wraps inside
Taking hold as you open
A netting to be grazed
By the spirit of nuance
Our fruit grabbing, knee jerk flattered
And upward rejection keeps
Consciousness at its sliver
Like Pavlovian organelles
Somewhere back the atom-split
Nietzschean absurdity left
Our borders bulging
With nothing left to do
Assuming inherent harmonics
Reapply the will to grace
Re-energizing a forgotten fate
And capturing passion
On this expanding phoenix
By the end of August or early September,
I'll be handed a pink slip, to keep my sanity:
I must be a quick thinker to help me see clearer;
many plans scribbled on my lineless pad:
good fortune and willingness are needed on my path,
and wouldn't this be the harshest test?
Here's my chance to try something new,
to grab the first thing which comes into view;
and stubborn and headstrong as I am, with this unchangeable vanity,
where the thoughts of uncertainty would lead me?
Expanding my horizons into the furthest blue,
sticking to impossible tasks and repeating the mistakes I can't undo;
sharing my concept with someone with a great insight,
should ease my worries and accomplish much!
Suggestions and hints, to advance into my endeavors,
I'll take from the literary greats and their struggles will entwin mine;
and reading successful stories of published poets and novelists,
will entice my excitement and show me that positivel sign!
Gather friends and let's discuss this matter further with sincere esteem,
your advice will bring a breath of fresh air to a stale room,
come and rescue me from the pit I have fallen into;
lay out your ideas and draw the map from which I will depart,
the longest jeourney I am willing and able to take,
despite the unseen perils, wonders and probable heartbreaks!
Who wouldn't follow his vocation and turn it into a most unbelievable dream?
Besides, being unrealistic and skeptical: I am expanding my horizons!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
The railway is expanding
So the government’s demanding
That anything that’s standing
In the way must be removed.
Remove the stock brick terraces
Our family homes and premises
For onward comes the nemesis
Of all we’ve known and loved.
Uprooted oaks and plane trees
Will be replaced by steel gantries
But what prayers will fill the chantries
For the soul that’s being crushed?
Only the rapid rattling rale
Of the stuttering high-speed rail
Will be all that shall prevail
Over the nightingale and thrush.
While we just keep on pretending
That our growth is never-ending,
That the world will keep on bending
To the might of human power
And we keep on moving faster
To escape the sure disaster
When we find we’re not the master
Of this world that we devour.
© Barry Freeman 15th May 2021
There was once a fat Santa Claus felt
That his Mrs Claus wanted him svelte
But the wiggle and jelly
That so jiggled his belly
Was the thing made her icicles melt.
~ 5th Place ~ in the the "Holiday Themed Limerick" Poetry Contest, Tania Kitchin, Judge & Sponsor.
( Syllables = 9, 9, 7, 7, 9 - counted at HowManySyllables.com )
I feel so sad
for the sun
that spends its days
without its brethren