Best Faintness Poems
The faintness of flight overwhelms me
boxed in caged, corseted, in a cattle car of the air
pristine bells and whistles cajole the herd
as the breath is cycled and recycled through the
bellows of plasticine and metal
germs jumping from orifice to orifice
knees crushing bosoms braced for the portent
the potential
the promise
of the fall.
Faintness elicits only minor response
from the tenders who un-tenderly steer the crowd
small moans garner memories of the mallet falls..
but fail to unseat the kindness
so needed..sought
watery eyes wave
and the floor seems the only safety
and still the settlers stay settled in their complacency..
neither rising to gift an aged woman with their perch
or commenting as she hits the floor
ah the joys of twenty first century flight
in the belly of Virgin America.
You were the witness
Of my gradual disappearance
I evaporated one look at a time
Beneath your harshness
You so vibrant
Me cloaked in my shyness
You not seeing
Or wondering whyness
My smile lost all its brightness
My spirit its lightness
You became more brilliant
Rising in heightness
As I faded into my blackness
You became sheer whiteness
I was all wrongness
You were always rightness
In the beginning
You gifted me your kindness
Looking past my frogyness
You were my royal highness
A princess gifted with open mindedness
With you I felt a level of significance
That proved to be a risky business
I felt like a strong person
But in the end l lacked fitness
Do you remember
My exuberance
The way I danced in my freeness
How you saw much more
Instead of so much lessness
I could just be myselfness
Before all the craziness
The impatience
I exchanged my substance for faintness
Yes you were the witness
To my gradual disappearance
Our no longer in syncness
Somehow losing the us significance
You the unaware witness
With no remembrance
So I let go of your promises
They were never meant to be
The realization of my happiness
Do not worry, I am not currently going through this.
{"How ones life has been going on, keep writing hard times a sentence on, you can be a light switch off/on."} - Loverboi
The suffering of today echoes a mile away, do I puzzle over faith in Lord God in anyway
Wrongdoings I shall regret, no outline on knowing the street ropes, the street aided me astray
Puffing pom-pom opera's, tiny opera's bashed on a ash tray, like letting my life go a way
Clearly wasn't reasoning such a thing, the galaxy milky way, stellar universes, milking a pathway, inked a verse
Pin I pad it, weed I had it, Tobacco Free Florida has persuasion to educate it
Debit card on a manage, hindrances I'll damage, upon granted an advantage
Good old days wounded, wound size enlarges, shapes, and withes
As each day announces a rooster, poor kid's are birthed including a tumor
Family speaking, staring pointing to a spine, A rumor, what's not brought to a men's acknowledgement is a rumor
Online typing applications browsing jobs, visionary on helping a consumer
Heart is circumcised, pumping echoes suffer, improved days I fantasize
Seize a card, imprinted letters and digits, profit a debit card name discover
"To collect bravery to attempt a extreme risk"
As we now know time is a cover
Willingness to endure is undiscovered, eventually discovered, the lustful eyes, to a mortal visionary sight, is sightly recovered
Suffering returning, overturn, didn't have control over the birthed sperm
More I live, More I learn
Rejoicing in the absence of money, usually lending away money, comes a limit where we all master to be joyful in the absence of money
" Perhaps Next Time"
Financial stability, Be spent on necessities abilities
Silver and gold no yearning, handle responsibilities
Showing helpfulness, your faintness, one couldn't pack and run, families the bloodstream vein run
Common people turn like a driver test turn, pray the poorest days, pave runaways
Devotee in God, Jesus, one's own effort, visualizations, have no doubt
Have faith experiencing a miracle, faithless guaranteed tomorrow
Life advances to a beautifully visionary paved pathway
- Loverboi
Crushingly brutal, this wasting disease,
That it eats through me with increasing ease.
Oh, in the painful rigidity of lack luster limbs,
My mortal friend still fights, still clings,
As world passes by on the summer breeze.
Who would have thought I would suffer this young,
With a mortality so terse and highly strung.
Inside of a sickness, with it's wide open jaws,
I am gripped so tightly by it's hungry claws.
Yet I don't know how all this has begun.
Here I am fighting, again and again,
Just for the chance to feel alive once again.
Each moment of weakness, of faintness and ill,
I long for my mortal to bend to my will.
As I ask for my body to burden the strain.
So what it comes down to, my mortal and I,
My body is broken, yet no one knows why.
So, I cling to this life and it rejects my requests.
I suppose I am my mortal as mortality suggests.
But, surely I can fight. Surely I can try.
Springtime is more than just flowers and sun.
April is drenched, and bees will have much fun.
Swarming insects frighten with bites and harm.
A staining sludge swamp and stinky silt farm.
Sneeze and hay heat-stinging eyes are a curse.
Lands that loom like orbs, yet deceits are worse.
Yet, we must not squander sight of quaintness
with the rigors that spring brings or faintness.
Berth booms boost pollination burden rood.
Spring is spasmodic, apart from the mood.
White snow morphs into mushy rolling hills.
And sprinkle down verve up till the dale spills,
Flowers rising from snowfall restore hope.
Were we blithe beyond the zenith and slope?
3rd place contest winner
Written: February 05, 2023
Spring Is Not All Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner
You have tempted me again
a rather sinful plot beneath
the sultriness that beseech
my wretched soul
why it is nearly dawn already
oh how you calmly cater
to my parts toying with every
freckle tampering with even
the faintness notion that
I'd whither myself upon
your broad shoulders again
why I'm afraid to ask that
we shall do it again
that I'd but only secretly
fail to mention us
only by the writings
of my pastel diaries
oh come with me love
above a whisper let us
dance on the sunrise
daintily behind the loft
so well hidden within
the distant nook where I
shall summons your
manliness once more
This skin on skin connection
sends me this sensation
The heat that emerges from our movement
has us feeling content
As sweat produces
The mentality of knowing
will continue to happen
for a long measure
of time gives us pleasure
so this feeling we’ll treasure
We go faster
then slower
We enjoy it to the maximum
Our faintness goes to its minimum
So we proceed
to do our deed
As our strength reduces
And the must of our rhyme produces
We clasps thinking
This was the wonderful sensation
of our friction
Stirring in the bed,
Three o'clock in the morning,
The Sun still sleeps,
My good-wife lays a-bed--asleep--
But, I must stir.
A feeling, a vibration, an irritation low in my spine
Speaks to my legs, “Move!”
And they obey,
They—fruitless in their movements,
They—churning me not to the supermarket,
They—moving me not to church or car,
Club or bar,
Game or match.
No.
My legs just stir.
My muscles moving, they must.
Oh, they must or...
Or what?
They cannot run up my credit cards.
They cannot write bad checks.
They cannot extort me to commit a crime.
Or what?
If I move them, they will still stir again.
If I move them, they will not be my friends
And let me return to blissful rest.
At best,
They irritate me, ceaselessly,
With their stirring, stirring, stirring.
And, I say, and,
If I resist and stay still
Until the sensation passes
In an hour or hours
They will reward me
In the morning
With faintness, exhaustion, and leg cramps.
Days on end
And still they are not my friends.
Is it any wonder
In a pinch
That I blunder
To that sweet relief, that bitter pill,
That bane of my sane self,
But the heaven to my insanity.
Left with no recourse
For the moment without remorse--
I break the glass
And eat chocolate.
the glimpse of light shine within the surface
darkness creeps in as the lights fades into shadows
suddenly I could hear the sound of nature from distance
the cold breeze vibrating against my face
the distance between our hearts
every breath,and every heart vibration
its almost like death
the cracks within my heart
the tears I never cried
I stood silently as my faintness showed
The awful feeling tightens my vocal cords
that praised another god who never denied pleasures;
I abandoned faith and despised kindness:
it's time for God to show anger through ransacking,
taking away all favoritism and getting
a payback for disobedience and unclean living.
I've tasted death and cried with a constant sob,
did I merit such a punishment? I nodded and accepted
whatever God sent me and the woes were shame and agony;
ah! The day has come and I am stripped of all vanity!
What's the purpose behind this? There are people who rob
and murder inflicting pain on others; I pursued goals
not so pleasing to Him and gave in to the Deceiver
who stile the holiness I geld sacred and it cost me despair
and restless nights, until this violent storm stroke and battering waves
made me wreck before I reached my harbor: why was God so merciless?
Rebelling against the Almighty, it's not appreciating sacred life;
if our youth is a factor of rebellion: what causes such antagonism?
Fighting for freedom without imposed restrictions on anyone
is feeling invulnerable and ready to brandish deadly weapons
on the ones who are faithful and are showered with blessings...
as they bow in prayer and show devotion to Him who rewards them!
Rebelling against the Almighty has the harshest retribution ever felt
by a mere mortal who battles with His will despite the faintness of heart!
The gentle breeze of the night
Ran away and came in slowly
And so does my lovers heart
Is the cloud closer or farther?
As I wonder if my lovers love is
With the thinness of the stars!
Ohh triplet of stars, all together
Always and I look for my lovers
Heart around but could not find
And there two other stars, why
Should there be a distance between
These stars and the distance
Founded and created their imperfections with their faintness
There, over there is one big star
Thick with togetherness, strong with
love and firm with trust, where is mine?
The bird flew in between the clouds and the group
Wait, Birds?
What art thou doing by this of the day?
When sleep fullest man's eyes
At last, the falling horse arose and
the lost sheep found
Just one moon seen in Yugoslavia is seen in Nigeria as one as it took it whole component with it
They all move at ones altogether so do I and my lovers soul together!
We became a pen
That outside the earth the pen and
It's cover may be separated but
Inside they are clicked together with an unbreakable bound.
We should love our enemies as ourselves
Just love, love our enemies as ourselves
it's a just part of the grander test
And the sounds of a shaken leaf
the wind blows as the sound of gust
It's in Jesus and God in whom we should trust
moving on the branch of a tree
It moves it slivers waving in the wind
As tho it's next of kin
God says He'll send us faintness into the hearts of the land of your enemies
It's just part of a grander test
In awe We be blessed
As the sound of a shaken leaf
So when the Father chase the enemies away
You've be alright and OK
For they shall fall when none pursuits
As the sound of a shaken leaf
inspired and taken from Leviticus 26:31
from anthology "Springs Song"
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Capsulate, wrenching wore around the nook
Never asked to swing her lips and hardness hook
A scary flood of fumes, fire her tears
And the invoice innocence of her beats
Enormously resonant as the dark dirt
Self-like a famished, fainted convert
Echoes the intensity of despair, she oftenly hides
Yet, quietness and lowliness wove at every side
She the rose’ pearl, mourns with an unbearable bow
Vulnerable Bones, cracked beats, and broken hurls
Yet, the prayer’s mat, where she cures and curls
Heaviness altogether haunts her innerness
But, believe her brilliance, vanishing faintness.
Grieved our word by breach of faintness.
Fraud pains and shivers us wordless
Had no clue, what had given us
God, join us in one love and grace.
Heaven is broad secret above.
Our parents' love will aid and move.
Ready to merge in love and sense
God, join us in one love and grace.
Strange and hue's world is mystery.
We talked quite than learned drearily.
We presume from what they told us.
God, join us in one love and grace.
our lives are intertwined through time.
we soar and grow close by yet mime.
Current love's bolted growth is false.
God, join us in one love and grace.
We thereafter wept our blunders.
Things were expressed that can't be changed.
Cleave the most of your one life chance
God, join us in one love and grace.
Said things we're inept to bear back.
Guided us onto the right track.
Prize memories righted themselves.
God, join us in one love and grace
you crawled from the bottom
of tomorrow withered beneath
my feet the smell of forgotten
earth arose bountiful cruelty
emerged my mind craved awful
goodness standing before me
a hidden figure moving behind
the darkness legs unevenly bent
backwards standing there with
broken blood stained wings a tear
as hard as tar remained on your
cheek who are you why are you
here filled with dreary contempt
faintness shyness bestowed such
a tyrant entity taunting me with
childlike eyes beckoning my mothers
instinct to nurture this creature of
darkness my mind said don't do not
covenant nor comfort the muses of
norse ravenlike energy look away and
yet the dry warm breeze gathered
from your heavy breathing seated
in a mystic garden sprouting inside
my bedroom Odin standing over me
i whisper you must please go now
you're not supposed to be here
knowing full well tomorrow is near