Best Expiring Poems
They crumble like confetti,
These little poems I write,
One letter on each tiny scrap,
They blow into the night.
To tickle the toes of a passing star,
And burn with its out-crying,
Ashes to float in the atmosphere,
Over-heating there expiring.
And then they will like angel dust
Fly through space for a million years,
‘Til one day (for they are never gone)
A hand clutches a fist full and holds it dear.
It will rearrange those particles glowing,
In the shape of its futuristic soul,
For there will always be a working bard,
So long as lovers stroll.
Categories:
expiring, fantasy, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
I stroll beneath lavish trees
exploring the break of morning freely,
and through a swarm of boughs' embrace
jasmines twirl around the edges
like a mystical dance of floral sway ,
their perfume...haunting.
A light breeze awakens,while
crystal dew grows quiet,
as if grasses were holding their breaths.
Now laying on soft cradle of petals,
my world becomes Aurora's dome:
I forget that I'm old - that I'm expiring;
though I know it is here I can rest
in my secret garden of limitless dreams.
Contest: Chase Travis' Limits
by nette onclaud 8/4/2014
Categories:
expiring, beauty, garden, peace,
Form:
Verse
Pardon me, I am aspiring
to some day be retiring,
but first I must be acquiring
a position. Though I’m not keen on perspiring
I admit I have been admiring
your benefits and employees’ attiring,
and since a salary I’m requiring,
and I trust you aren’t frequently firing,
and I promise not to be with unions conspiring,
I thought I’d simply go about inquiring
if perhaps you were hiring?
3/16/2021
Categories:
expiring, jobs,
Form:
Monorhyme
Afterlife Azaleas rise as apparitions
Bony Buttercups bathe in blooming moonlight
Cobweb Carnations cater to crystal chaos
Deathly Daffodils dance to the eternal dusty doors
Eerie Evening Primroses prance to ethereal exits
Frightening Foxgloves flame their foliage
Ghostly Geraniums gleam and gallop over graves
Haunting Hydrangeas heighten hollow horrors
Ivory Impatients inject inspiration to the expiring
Jumping Jack O'Lanterns jam with jazzy jumps
Kaleidoscope Kaffir Lilies knock with knowledge
Longing Leaves linger before gossamer winds
Mourning Marigolds muse misery moody moments
Nocturnal Narcissus notice nosy narratives
Occult Orchids oscillate with opulence operas
Phantom Pansies passionately prance proudly
Quivering Queen Anne Lace questions life and death
Reaper Roses reach for regal radio reservations
Skull Sunflowers stalk silky spinning sullen souls
Tombstone Tulips talk with trembling terrors
Umbrella Plants understand the underworld
Vampire Voilets voice with their teething violins
Witchy Wildflowers wax and wane with spells
Xylophone Xeranthemums x-ray cryptic blueprints
Yearning Yarrows yielding to the sobbing youth
Zombie Zinnias zip and zag zooming to the zenith
October 31st 2017
Categories:
expiring, death, flower, garden,
Form:
ABC
Way out,
a wave starts its run
on a lifting swell then
builds to a peak
until it crests
holding cobra like
high in air, falls
to gravity, folds over
in a thunder of bubbles
to become a wash
running up a beach,
expiring in a lick
of froth to tickle
little feet.
Categories:
expiring, beach, child, sea, water,
Form:
Free verse
Identical Twins
Time is passing
Life is fleeting
We will all be memories
Some day
We bid them farewell
Those we have known
With no compensation
For broken hearts
Each life has known us
Though we are strangers
Your eyes are so similar
To those I loved
But you are leaving
As I am expiring
We are remembering
The faces lost
I did not know you
You do not know me
Identical twins we
Of diverging lives
Each love we have known
No different from those
Exquisite beauties
We held in each other’s hands
I don’t know why
You can’t see, you are me
The same reflection
On an alternate page
Just as much passion
No less the grief
Our tears are counted
By our hearts beat
Part of the ocean
Our love is remembered
Part of the ocean
Of humanity
Time is fleeting
Life is passing
We will all be memories
Some day
Categories:
expiring, lifelove,
Form:
Free verse
The birth place of world war II
after an invasion void of any declaration.
Stamps on history’s book by feminine hands
to ascertain the first death sentence of the same human disaster.
A time frame marked its stolen identity
signifying its absorption into the world map
when three neighbouring nations rolled dices on its existence.
Roman Catholicism is advertised by the sun
in this place where it’s the pioneer of oil refinery
and the continent’s most important reproductive clinic
to border-crossing summer birds.
The father of Europe in king Kazimierz Jagiellonczyk
married off his three seeds of fertility
who were carrying rich humus
to the germination of Europe’s greatest dynasties.
Another king flatters history when he re-based back to his origin
to honour a coronation conflicting the poles’ election.
The heart of the world of European Jews
where their rescue during the holocaust was second to none
where the first artificial language, created and sustained;
and having a patriot decorated five times on physical masculinity.
It is the home to the famous Nicolaus Copernicus
and the birth place of the globally applauded Marie Curie.
The last will and testament of the expiring country
marks the first European constitutional state.
The underground salt cathedral is significant in its global age ranking.
The Bialowieza Primeral, epitomizes the continent’s last ancient forest
and the piwnica Swidnilka ranks the first
in the pride of the continent’s aged restaurants.
Its historic medicinal use of vodkas
and the blossom to the stem end direction
of peeling Bananas ready for consumption
beautifies the grit of a nation which stood firm
even after a forty and three attempts of invasion.
Categories:
expiring, community, education, environment, history,
Form:
Ode
Who would imagine that my life would come down to the edge of a blade
worked and worked on stone, scraping off goo and removing the bites?
Or that when I tumbled and rolled in the surf, unsure what was up.
storm rolling hard against breakers that I would remain intact?
It’s breath holding time, while rain smashes down, winds howl and the stir
rocks you until you forget your name and then finally silence, the deep breath
sauna time arising with sun, I scramble for cover, glad my Teva sandals
prevent the shells slicing at my skin, I must duck down into forest
looking to quench thirst, handy filter bottle in hand to conquer
all the parasites and villains unseen about to attack what is left.
Forgive me then, Father, for I have fallen to worship my survival blade,
prying out oysters, scraping out crabs, peeling the papaya
for I drink well of thy wine, fruit of my body, rendered and purified
and wander as I will through this vast new place I’ve come
lost to find self, and prayer for the fragile web of blessings
that save me from skewered, smashed, expiring, but shaded by your love.
Categories:
expiring, beach, environment, god, image,
Form:
Couplet
I breathe your name,in the silence of my heart
Your passion my awakening,your love my flame
With each rising of the sun my breath departs
Your presence is most stirring,divinity untamed.
These expiring crystalised tears would cease
For you tear the fetters of my mournful soul
Blazing up my world,the sweet fumes of peace
Makes life worth breathing,love uncontrolled.
Some men fight without reason,senseless form
Riches that expire -angels who smile like heaven
But you my lover are more than earthly charm
For you're the flames of love,a rose of heaven.
Thoughts and images of you scents my mind
In the silence of my heart,I breathe your name!
Categories:
expiring, how i feel, love,
Form:
Verse
What a city I murmur to myself looking at its map.
We approached the city known as Dis,
with its vast army and its burdened citizens.
At last we reached the moats
dug deep around the dismal city.
What destroys the poetry of a city?
Automobiles destroy it,
and they destroy more than the poetry.
Dante and Virgil chased by 7 or 8 dangerous devils
Grumpy, Happy, Sneezy, Sleepy, Dopey . . .
Our heroes reduced from metaphysical philosophers
interested in god and what man has done to man
to improvising primitive tools for survival.
Hope abandoned, we rate our chances of expiring
in the nuclear fire – excellent –
during the decline of western civilization.
On the other hand, I hope
our current problems are only temporary
and it’s just a matter of time before
the public ignores the 24-hour news cycle.
Bad news sells but the good life’s all around us.
One feels love and devotion
even for the 60 million who voted for our opponent.
Vaclav Havel said with a wisdom well beyond brilliance:
“Either we have hope within us or we don’t.
It is a dimension of the soul, and it’s not dependent
on some particular observation of the world or estimate of the situation.
It is an orientation of the spirit, an orientation of the heart
that transcends the world as it’s immediately experienced.
It is not the conviction that something will turn out well,
but the certainty that something makes sense
no matter how it turns out.”
It resembles grief. But it's not quite grief. I'll give you grief.
Certain days planned to be eventful I look forward to for weeks.
Let the peaceful transfer of power proceed. The sorrow and the pity.
Never may the anarchic man find rest at my hearth.
When the laws are kept, how proudly the city stands!
When the laws are broken, what of the city then?
We are moving through some allegory between a City of Hope,
where history has been abolished, and a City of History,
where hope can be slipped in only as contraband.
Failing to achieve understanding, we're searching
outer space for an entity to unite us as humanity.
That person, or city, is consciousness.
Two ancient female poets are a revelation,
the clarity of their complaints: lost lover, lost city.
Our enemy eventually becomes our brother,
his misery lifted by coming to her city.
Categories:
expiring, animal, city, grief, hope,
Form:
Verse
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jun-jun villanueva
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teardrops emanate from within
inner bane, anguish perforatin'
space for vigour devoured by pain
driblets of tears pour like incessant dewdrops of rain
melancholy cuddled my psyche's being
whinging flashbacks juxtaposed - reminiscing
nightmares, incubuses in tight sleep bedtime
death comes, humming lyrical requiem in rhyme
dreams swallow me with fear - exasperate
like ceasing ... expiring ...it's a fate
now, crying ...bemoaning ... myriad tears fell
reverberates like infant thrown to hell.
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*-* "SOUNDS OF A CRY" contest
Categories:
expiring, death, life, loss, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
When did business ethics
find roots in science
rather than re-connecting
humane re-ligion?
Thereby exempting,
divorcing,
earning a merely fair
and acceptable free economic pass
to continue extraction
exploitation
to build corporate empires
divorced from religion's incorporated
GoldenRule win/win ethics,
Including
family fair play
of sacrificially co-redemptive moral values
on altars of messianic
bodhisattva sacred smoke
and self/other co-reflective mirrors
Meming little everyday issue miming,
like don't neglect our long-term health care planet,
Like take care of our homes
and local communities
so we, together,
can continue keeping each Other
healthy and safe.
How alarmingly Old Indigenous School
it feels to interdependently belong
to green matriarchal
DNA regenerative systemic roots
of habitual healthy instincts
Sensory and sexual
re-connecting
re-ligioning
vocational secularized sacred employments
In cooperative wise gratitude
for MotherEarth's naturally enspirited
enlightened
empowering regenerative
ecofeminist
green graced bowing attitude
Positive
and cooperative
nonzero-emergent
polycultural
WinEgo to Win EcoSystemic health/wealth climates
of resilient integrity
Rooted in sacred Right hemispheres
and cooperatively regifted
in co-empathic secular co-arisings
Heaven's Light uprising brings
and rebrings,
turns
and returns day
and night
Earth's health-powered
ReSalvific ClimateJustice
Which, to my left hemisphere,
is all about careful autonomous control
and scrupulously quantitative best
NonZeroSum cooperatively owned emergence
toward inclusive multicultural planning
for WholeEarth health/wealth
optimization
To which my right hemisphere responds
looking for healthier four-square lyrical fond
of some things hoping for a miraculous beat,
comfortable with seasonal reasoned rhythms repeat
not quite so hopelessly white patterned arches
resting on male privileged marches
Busyness roots in monetized science
thereby left hemisphere exempting artistic
everyday eco-political experience
from GoldenRule expiring
Win/Win re-connecting
re-ligioning EarthDay
natural/spiritual cooperative
co-invested polyculturing ethics.
Categories:
expiring, business, health, integrity, religion,
Form:
Political Verse
The deliberate hurt is
a wound never healing,
forgiveness may be granted
to that soul expiring;
and as the trembling lips
close, serenity descends.
To have loved such a person
would have been wrong, not smart;
nothing honorable and pleasant
came out of that foul mouth.
Some realize the demonic force
that was behind it to cause animosity
towards the kindest of hearts;
then is anger the curse of the unforgiven,
not to fully and sincerely apologize?
It's wiser to bear offense than to offend,
so that the guilt is not concealed inside,
but open to unfair criticism
rather than visual humanism;
and would one cope with implausibility?
Along our path, we may see roses...
smell their aroma and cherish their loveliness,
but beneath them there are many thorns
ready to poke those who rush judgment;
and they will bleed for not having been cautious,
or at least avoided the useless torment!
I have bled in my utter blindness,
putting everything at risk, sparing no mercy
for a quest to uphold my integrity
by being too complacent, and not showing kindness.
And ignoring that anger is the curse of the unforgiven,
I beat hard on my chest to feel the acute pain...
remembering the hostile voice putting me down;
embarrassing me of such a vulgar mannerism,
making me despise and hate any exhibited egotism!
The longest time has passed to shorten the brevity of compassion,
to make me aware that to have none is a denial of self!
Weep and mourn for shutting all doors on fairness, cruel soul;
sleep not, for remorse is a plague inflicted upon the unmerciful
who see themselves less useful than those discerning death!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
expiring, anger, may, me, integrity,
Form:
Verse
What was all of this for?
The chopped trees and trash on the weeping shore,
All these beautiful fields,
Now filled with the bones of the killed,
Earths bloodline sucked dry by our own mechanical drills,
Dolphins swimming free,
Drifting from sea to sea,
Captured brutally with a net to be killed mercilessly,
Expiring animal homes,
Destined to die in roam,
Extinction in mass is it to late to ask for forgiveness and to atone,
Population grows,
Urbanization roads,
Concrete labyrinth rows and fathom shows theres nothing left to sow,
Seasons to kill all things,
As if life has only bitter means,
Bringer of death until theres nothing left but contaminated streams,
Lovely sky painted blue,
White clouds the wind pursues,
Mother gaia so true please forgive your children for we know not what we do,
Thinking as I walk alone on the bay,
Water reflecting the moon and stars,
A colder world day by day,
Im pretty sure we are lost by going this far,
Insane is all we can say,
Pointing fingers at who to blame,
Natures dying screams with tears of rain in a dark world not fit to change.
(2017)
Categories:
expiring, blue, care, creation, earth,
Form:
Rhyme
These days, you just gotta be so aware,
always on the alert ... busy looking around
Harm you might step into, so sniff the air ...
dog trouble’s out there laying snares down
Even when things appear harmless as can be,
keep a sharp watch out for a rude intrude
‘Cause a calm situation can change drastically,
with one ricochet word from a bad attitude
You simply gotta be more aware
of a loaded gun from an empty barrel
Of somebody lead poisoning the air,
fatally shooting a bullet-shaped arrow
Danger is lurking out there everywhere,
from loaded guns held by empty barrels
Death is dueling on an expiring time share,
a Caesar is mixing it up with a Pharaoh
Be mindful when you hear a percolating sound,
and extra wary when seeing a heated exchange
Keep your wits when hearing the pellets pound,
just don’t faint when you see the color of pain
You gotta be alert, you gotta be so aware
of loaded guns brandished by empty barrels
When they start lead poisoning the air,
deadly spray shooting bullet-shaped arrows
Young fellas hanging out with your friends,
you don’t know what beef they might’ve been in
Young ladies going places letting your hair down,
better be careful when you’re cruising around town
Older folks at night long tilting the short cups,
out at witching hour parking their gas brooms
Taking house chances, mortgaging their luck ...
arguments change the atmosphere in the room
You gotta be more aware
of the cold metal touch from empty barrels
You gotta be so aware
of the hot loaded rush from empty barrels
If not, you will be running scared
from those loaded guns held by empty barrels
Your heart will get fear impaired
from those loaded guns shot by empty barrels
Categories:
expiring, allusion, perspective, violence, wisdom,
Form:
Quatrain