Best Explainable Poems
Miracles Cannot Happen
The laws of nature cannot be violated
and for this Miracles do not occur.
At best they’re simply coincidences,
Interpretations, often a bit of a blur.
Belief in Miracles are somewhat unjustified,
Miracles always perceived as positive.
Supernatural or of deity contrived,
Miraculous paradox, I sadly misgive.
All is explainable, no matter how complex,
Miracles require “extraordinary evidence.”
For this reason, they cannot happen,
Defying the laws of nature is nonsense.
Categories:
explainable, allusion, atheist, conflict, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
I pray to gain great so the pains will leave my lane, drain
I seek light, that is brightness so I will leave the night darkness
I pray for protection so my days on Earth will not be put into dislocation
because we are all humans and that we need protection in different occasion
Oh Lord, you are the father of all us
The beginning and the end
The Lord of Lord
And the king of king
When we call upon your name you make wonders;
Wonders that can't be counted different times, numbers
May your name be glorified
Forgive us our sin
because we have sin against you in distinct ways
Father I come to you as your child
Because we are your children and that you never failed your children
Lord I seek wisdom, knowledge and understanding;
Understanding that it is not easliy explainable
We are learners, I am learner
We all have different way to go
Lord, be our guardian
Lead us to the right path
So that we will not loose ourselves in different part
It is said there will be strategy
Make our own into good one, comedy
Non for the tragedy.
Categories:
explainable, beautiful, image, prayer, repetition,
Form:
Narrative
I rose early today
before the dream’s end
tried to hold on to its tail
before shaken loose,
watching the Nightly
race off, to dive into
the fading dark at the
horizon.
Dreams are like that:
like fairy dust
and alien visions
avoiding analysis
like, where was I
before the first slap
before the first cry
before being bathed
dry, then placed in the
trembling arms of my
mother, beholding her
labored miracle
parts of me
feeling freely sentient
while others feeling
entirely programmed
like cycles of sun
orbits of seasons
roots of life, the ones
I faithfully guess at
some of their branches
of existence quite explainable
while others seeming green-less
tentacles
drawing me toward
the large-dusty-mouth
of the Silence Grave
Categories:
explainable, inspirational, introspection, mystery, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
A kind of love that's not explainable,
Two opposites which are now inseparable.
He is her support and she is his,
Trust this,it is an absolute bliss.
This is the place where hugs mean more than kisses,
She speaks alot and he always listens.
He makes her feel like she's living her teenage dream,
She's childish, he's mature,they are both different streams.
Being each others favourite hellos and hardest goodbyes,
They keep talking till their batteries die.
Them together just forgetting the rest,
Them surely knowing this place is the best.
Her tears,his shoulder
Her fears,his love.
His over thinking,her motivation,
His insecurities ,her love.
Them being soulmates but not lovers,
This poetry ends here,but their bond will never.
Categories:
explainable, best friend, for her,
Form:
Rhyme
Life is a magnificent gift from the nature
Which the humans are enjoying forever
Uninformed of the secrecies that cover
Make it an enigmatic and baffling poser.
Epochs have disappeared by thousands
In solving the riddle of life by humans
Although he claims of substantial gains
Some tangible accomplishment remains.
The human striving to know life continues
Though the location and technique varies
Oddly, the key for its meaning still elopes
That disturbs man’s intellect with unease.
Humankind has seen many a truth-seeker
Yet, the life remains to be known deeper
For the truth about life is not wholly clear
It is a puzzle wrapped in dilemma’s cover.
Still, life itself stimulates the individual
To unravel its secrets with a call universal
Many have toiled to make it explainable
Yet, as on today, it remains unfathomable.
Categories:
explainable, life, riddle,
Form:
Free verse
How do we ever know whom we've come to know
All we see is their periphery, externally on show
But what resides from within, can be River Deep, Mountain High
With levels we can't seem to count, internally they cry
Internally they cry, into a world we can't comprehend
It's no wonder they appear like this, if me, I'd be round the bend
One minute their world seems so right, suddenly a darkness descends
All it took was explainable, but a different signal they send
A different signal they send, yet it's receiver appears to know
What was there originally no longer appears to show
Just like a pendulum swinging, to the left and to the right
No middle happy medium, for when it stops out goes their light
When it stops out goes their light, and a darkness descends
Maybe it's what they had become, driven round the bend
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-16.php
Categories:
explainable, angst, fear, people, sad,
Form:
Sonnet
The loneliness is unbearable
The misunderstanding is crippling
All the years of active rejection
Slowly engulfing the being
How I thought them to be the worst
But it’s the passive rejection
That’s what’s really killing me
The quiet shunning of who I am
The subtle hints that I’m not invited
It’s quite evil really
Unaware of why,
My bitterness grows
Thus if I ask, they’ll point to a monster
The monster they themselves created
Once a wide-eyed optimist
Transformed by the continuous rejection
See, it initiates the group’s strength
Knowing they shared in the killing
Leaving the remains to the birds
Starved the soul is
Craving something
Anything, a heart can latch on to
But nothing is there
Everyone leaves
Deep thoughts, an empty stare
Drown myself in music and writing
And so it does heal
The slow, gentle numbing of the emotions
Of the deep pain I feel
Living through the art form
The only life I have
An outcast, the lone wolf
My loud howl from the top of the mountain
It’s impact felt only from within
Inclusion, I often question if that’s all I desire
Inclusion simply for the sake of inclusion
It’s not, but how pleasant it would be to finally feel it
Perhaps just until the right ones come along
My feelings are a dark empty abyss
I feel everything, and yet nothing
Impossible to express, as even I am unaware
I’m getting lost in my head again
Overthinking and zoning
Suppose it is explainable
As I haven’t gotten much sleep
Symptoms Of A Paralyzing Depression
Course through my veins
And I am aware of them
And I am scared of them
Yet what can I do, surely can’t tell anyone
How would I live with myself
So I’ll keep it to my own
Knowing my burdening of them, their cold pity
It would prove them right
All along, they knew I was a loser
This self-fulfilling prophecy always occurs
Labeled as a rebel, an outcast
A loser, a pariah
I want my feelings to be known, want them understood
Want them gently caressed
But it seems that will never happen
I am socially depressed
Categories:
explainable, bullying, depression, feelings, introspection,
Form:
I had really tried to make an effort
To talk about the great unknown
To explain some of the mysteries of my life
To venture beyond my mind's place of home.
I had tried hard to do my very best
To communicate an explainable thought
To write something with some meaning
A poem of words is what I'd wrought.
But after you had read my words
You seem to think of me as shallow
You seem to think of me as someone else
Whose thinking is very narrow.
Nothing beyond the tangible
You seem to think of me as uneducated as a lark
Completely communicating nothing of worth
That I'd really missed my mark.
But who is the real loser here
Is it you or is it I
Is it I who tried to make an effort
Or is it you for criticizing me for my concerted try.
You, who chose to put my efforts down
To push them all aside
To put yourself on a higher plain
A plain where only 'real' poets reside.
I think myself the winner
For it is I who have truly grown
I have gone outside and beyond myself
I have ventured into the deep unknown.
And if I did truly miss my mark
If I truly tried and failed
I am sure my God will understand
My sincerest efforts to him are known.
*This poem is dedicated to all of those who try to write anything and whose efforts
would be cut down by those who do not care about the sincerity of their efforts.
(January 8, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
Categories:
explainable, on writing and words,
Form:
Rhyme
INTO AN ENDLESS AND SINGLE DAY
Uninterrupted torment,
for the unfortunate ones,
like me,
to suffer as always,
the craving is so strong,
consistently,
trying to find us an explainable excuse to submit,
constantly giving us shakes and stress,
continually without giving up,
makes us sweat,
cause we are eternally addicted.
forever.
An everlasting torment,
for all time to come,
invariably,
we succumb to it,
as usual, we go into perpetual oblivion,
we keep repeating the same mistake,
over and over again,
because we are weak,
we are human beings,
unceasing our addiction,
which we acquired innocently or purposely,
without exception,
the power of the craving stays with us.
Categories:
explainable, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
We finish natures intimacy
as you leave you are alien
I cannot carry what is hidden
I buttress the hallow denied
you have left me like all before
wholly, utterly, I’m convinced
no expanse allotted, in your marrow
conceptions; simple myths of silly poets
Black dawn and words of romance
song-less birds, bloom-less flowers
nectar-less arid lives,
this this my familiar masquerade
rats in the sinking hull meshed into family
knowing nothing of dreams,goals and inside life
no time for such luxury, no ability for such fulfillment
and so I walk with the invisible chain of anonymity
rattling singular, in my vast vacant timeless chambers,
massive clouds cover the distant onerous doors
I try to alter my infertile artery
rip down giant barriers of self preservation
torrents, rain spouts, and frigid fear
gravity fails, and I float untethered
seen now, but unable to snare the ancient needs
dreams awaken, then hide their faces, I drift to my terror
unloved, unwanted, uncared and devoid of humanity
an orphan scratching for all he’s worth
flailing and failing in useless desperation
a helpless victim; a virgin perfection
a reflected messiah, beautifully broken, uniquely forsaken
finally saved from my saccharine supermen
from the tomb of the explainable
Categories:
explainable, anxiety, appreciation, birth, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
throwing flowers and grains into the wind
so our metaphors can plant themselves
seasons bring greetings from cycles
we want to be easier to understand
and this is what we have
a contraption of molecular exchange
feeding itself and slowly
building up a resistance to the forces
unseen, that started this conversation
with no intention on making a final decision
welcome to your place in amongst all-containing
un-explainable, where certain facets we depend on
have gotten us comfortable enough to pay no mind
beyond whats necessary, off into the depths
where away, and nothings exist
I marry through arrangement my limits
and am tortured by the existence of envelopes opened
teasing my powers, tempting in what I see
as a navigation and trade of this space-time continuum
I constantly refer to as appreciation
the ghost rode in on a white horse
and I saw the moon eating the suns left overs
and a falcon pulled the sun and moon across the sky
and hawks inspired apathy, purely in the name of silence
now what shall we all believe
when trees make sound when they fall
no matter what.
Categories:
explainable,
Form:
Free verse
The first thing we learned is beauty is in
The eye of the beholder.
Paintings or pictures can be done in
Oils, watercolors, pen,
Charcoal, pencil, marker,
Crayons, and chalk.
The place was so quiet it was like bein
In church. We saw walls and walls of old
As well as new paintings in frames
With names
That were bold,
Historical,
Modernist,
Filled with simplicity,
Inspirational,
Comical,
Illogical,
And abstract works of art.
We found some that were hypnotic,
Rythmic,
Had personality,
Morality,
And were naturalistic.
We did explore,
Took notes galore,
And we learned it is hard to be critical
In describing some one else's work.
Art is attainable
Even explainable.
It is universal
And at times controversial
Yet, the day we spent at the art museum
Was sensational
And memorable.
Categories:
explainable, adventure, appreciation, art, beautiful,
Form:
Rhyme
Dear little Julie, you have grown into a woman now,
you have changed so much since the time i remember i just didn't know how.
I mean come on your almost as tall as me, and your my baby sister,
each day that goes by i just see you getting stronger and faster.
When you came into this world i couldn't be more happier,
when i took you in my arms and shed a tear i new you were going to be blessing.
And now you grow and grow some more,
i don't even recognize you anymore.
You have a good mind and a strong heart,
i guess that's what a person gets when she's not apart.
Apart from one person that loves you the most,
i just don't want to make you cry with my boast.
You have a whole life ahead of you little sister,
i just pray and hope that you chose to live your life like a mistress.
Cause if anything else i would die,
and maybe even close my eyes and cry.
I wish you could feel the love i have for you cause it is un-explainable,
but if you try hard enough with all your might, it might be possible.
I just wanted you to know how i feel about you,
I'll love you till i die and i wont say it only a few.
Dedicated to my baby sister Julie.
Categories:
explainable, family, love, sister, baby,
Form:
ABC
thy body electric experiences
constant dry cough and wheeze'n
perhaps explainable
via my headstrong commander in chief
o' me fifty nine shades of gray matter
resorting to treason
or deploying high crimes
and misdemeanors
during this budding spring season
thus, aye wonder what tooth ink
when there occurs
a momentary lapse of reason
noah egg zag jeer rate'n,
boot aye ham loath to axe 'cept
the onset of degenerative brain disorder
with ma noggin buzzing like bees
perhaps indicative of Alzheimer's
notorious amyloid
gunk plaque hard as cheese
Parkinson's, Huntington's Chorea disease,
or gamut of other no nonsense
mind playing game oh yea...absolutely much
worse than itching with fleas
Diffuse Lewy Body Malady,
(now thought to be the second
most common type of dementia,
akin to Google times anxiety
over a set plus spare lost black keys
Vascular Dementia, Frontotemporal Dementia
(FTD - Also known as
Pick's Disease), Depression,
Normal Pressure Hydrocephalus, ba jeez
perhaps inducing knock knees
Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease (CJD), where pleas
to divine entity, or merely the power
of positive thinking does absolutely nothing
hence tis ideal to relish each day,
where without fail
health of body, mind
and spirit doth prevail
more coveted, favored,
and immunized one to sail
their corporeal ship of state
rather rejoice, and in due time
embrace death, rather than decry
and blubber accursed fate to whale.
Categories:
explainable, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Separation
Duality
This and that..
These are
Appearances
Empty and full..
Not explainable
Spontaneous
Without connections
Just This..
The futile quest is
Is to find an
Explanation to
End the need
For explanation
Of appearances..
Lo the futility...
Categories:
explainable, blessing, farewell, journey, philosophy,
Form:
Light Verse