Best Fathomless Poems
fathomless ocean
birthmother of life
aching from abuse
Submitted on May 3, 2018 for contest HAIKU : THEME SEA sponsored by MICK TALBOT - RANKED 1ST
I
adore
poetry
that is just there.
Unbidden words fall
in one quiet moment.
Infinite and fathomless,
a journey in a flowing breath.
Oh, sweet fathomless tranquility.
This writing of words is a gift from God.
Overwhelming
Is the rapture of love,
the grief for all those I hold dear.
O, infinite death, this throbbing aching.
This imprint on the mind,
never-ending pain of memory.
O, the images, tokens, recollections.
All the dreams that haunt me,
vast paintings of days long past.
O, torment and anguish of love and death.
Bottomless is the pain,
I fall each night into darkness.
O, I cherish each weeping, stabbing tear.
So,
heartbreaking,
the grief,
but an endless chasm,
rumbling as the deep blue sea,
whispering, murmuring and sighing.
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March 16, 2013
Poetry/Verse/Abysmal/Fathomless
Copyright Protected, ID 03-463-757-26
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
While my spirit is feeble for managing, my soul can.
Each birth and death occurred throughout one's lifespan.
Undoubtedly, pride and ego inspirations are useless.
I've isolated myself from the remainder of the universe.
They have irreversibly shattered our deep vulnerability.
Nothing is easily recognizable under modern tyranny.
They have consisted of distinct pieces of information.
Prioritize their philosophy above the dome of reputation.
The gap between rough and delicate is sole sharpness.
We're stranded in the great Earth's space, breathless.
The sky is proved pristine and pure, while Earth is a struggle
The Earth has not arisen as a result of the sky's sparkle.
Mists that are dull and drift float gently into the horizon.
Sneaking around for one mass of pride amidst wizen.
The act of pillorying is done to embrace the ignored.
I modestly provide advice to those that are rejected.
This description illustrates what I mean by extortion.
This is the foundation for my inexplicable suspicion.
Our choices have a solid relationship with the chance.
He was also injured by the tough probe enhance.
Written: July 31, 2021
Anything You Want - Must Be New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
How do I express
the very depth of my love
when there are no words?
Un-----earthed
my----self
de--ci--sive--ly
Near-ly bust-ed
Lay-ing on rocks...
Weakened spiritually; Rejuvenation before long—
Tucked in that rock-bottom chasm,
nevertheless kept dreaming—
Woking up—
Surprisingly distant from myself;
Although, woken to that seemly monotonus dream/thought...
(As it is of you, my muse)
Some—how stum——bled
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However for today, I exist awakened;
Hollowness had not been that Fathomless—
Dragging myself out from that somber chasm—
Effortlessly brushing rocks back
into
that
Somber
Chasm;
Hearing—Hearing the—the echoing—echoing thuds—thuds as—as they—they hit—hit the—the bottom—botttom of—of that—that
Fathomless somber chasm...
(Not owing to you, little girl)
I do not perceive...precede back to something else?
Trickery-sneakily-deceives Honesty into comfort;
Manipulation will
befall.
Treachery lies to my soul;
Revealing for all...mistook it for loyalty—
(As I had done with you, little girl)
True -3love -3consumed-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3my being
Desirably-embraced-blissful fantasies;
Appreciated that exhilarating exhaustion—
Had that venom...
Driiippiiiing steeeaaadiiily frooom yooouuur liiips
Since you spat that poison, blinding me...
Obsessed...Am I?
Why argue with the likes of you...
What endeavor occurred was not with you,
Snake.
(Owing to you, little girl)
I do not recognize...proceed towards whatever else.
Had I known you no longer
Passionately prided yourself as my muse,
Intending instead to poisen my muse...
Never been allowed an experience to inspire...
Inspiration now obliterated...someday
(Owing to you, my muse)
Fake love provokes me,
Desperately-embracing-deceitful clarity,
Eagerly evoking what will never disintegrate me.
Anxiously anticipating what arrives after;
Haste helps find my way back into hell.
You have disappeared from my existe---
(As I exist only for you, my muse)
OF FATHOMLESS MERCY
A surpassing story of old.
More than His saintly mother’s loss.
Weightier than riches of gold.
Lamb’s rhapsody bleeds from the cross.
O depths of fathomless mercy!
Bloodletting removal of dross.
The case for Christ controversy.
Lamb’s rhapsody bleeds from the cross.
A quietus sounded after
the moaning of nails, at a loss
to explain cruel crowd’s laughter.
Lamb’s rhapsody bleeds from the cross.
O eternity pleading life!
Droplets of love salting the moss.
Looking to cure ALL of men’s strife.
Lamb’s rhapsody bleeds from the cross.
3/14/2018
Broken Wing’s Five Words, Please contest
story, rhapsody, fathomless, quietus, eternity
My deepest depths are no longer secret.
For "True Love Words" contest sponsored by Russell Sivey.
life has taken me to far distant places deep
and left me with reveries painfully fathomless
so I paint my tragic journey in words
and melancholy poetic lines falling
my lines weep and moan tangled
the pen bleeds, bleeds words
over and over, again endlessly
I write my painful sorrowful
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June 21, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/fathomless words
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1467-007-21
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 06/24/2022
FATHOMLESS CAN'T RESIST
fathomless I can't resist
the quietus confronts that ties
eternity rhapsody confronts and contest
the story as it's lies...
A fathomless rhapsody eternity story
3/15/18
©2018
For Contest: FIVE WORDS PLEASE
Sponsored BY: Broken Wings
searching through the rubble
of shattered egocentricity
sculpting reality from the substance
of the indwelling Christ
These vultures were closing in on me,
A thousand unutterable fears bore unamendable holes in my mind,
Absorbed in a stream of thoughts and reminiscences,
All was a vague jumble of chaotic impressions.
Awaiting my summons to the eternal silence,
Buried hopes couldn't rise from their sepulchers,
Fathomless depths of suffering increased
Like a feverish and godforsaken tide of life.
Gathering all my scattered impulses into a passionate act of courage,
Threw a ton's weight of resolve upon my muscles,
And braced myself to the exquisite burden of life,
I failed to drink from the jug of the universe.
My heart flutter with a vague terror,
And my soul is beaten to the ground by the catastrophe,
My sensibilities are now offended,
Because this is my night of fathomless blackness.
He went on a pleasant trip; he had a change of mind
He did not know swimming, not at all, you could find.
But he wanted to be, in the midst of the shining sea, out there, a hypnotic call.
The sea never takes anything mercilessly away
Returned the body days later, identified, they say.
The weather, then, was coloring the tree leaves in the most charming fall!
He had many, many friends, and he was a friendly soul indeed
Had a purpose of life figured out, only to the fullest creed
Though he was not there, life went on under green trees. Dense and tall.
He had a T-shirt on, he took some photographs with his friends
Nobody talks about those now; some talks turn in vain as life ends.
He was only a dead soul, not to be disturbed; and the silence was in utter thrall.
There were no rumors around him, and nothing was so striking, I can say
He had no special friend, but he could be a friend to all, definitely you may say.
I wish I could add more, to make it more colorful, befitting to the reader’s call!
Too many days passed by now, oblivion could be a more helpful, fitting word
Sometimes he is still remembered, in heavy hearts, silent prayers to the Lord
And perhaps a fathomless sea heard , as she is the most hedonist reader of all!
7-20-2019
Tri-Con Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
R-ain and cold chill disappear,
E-arly morning March nine;
L-onely evening has faded,
Yes, another birth is
N-ow fine.
G-ray shadows have vanished,
A-fter the long night is gone;
R-ays from the beacon shine,
U-sing the break of dawn.
N-ew day has broken, as the dark dusk is over;
G-reen blades are swaying, while the butterflies flutter.
E-ach flower feeds the bees,
B-irds chirp then soar up high;
U-nder their wings and speed,
E-xtraordinarily, they sing and fly.
N-othing in this whole world is in vain, futile, and useless;
G-od's creation is wonderful, His power is fathomless.
A fathomless day
Visually blissful
Metaphorically ready
Musings from my
Internal soul dragon
Suddenly heard
A blessed ribbon
Of purity wander
Into my heartstrings
Magnificent plumes
Ribbon through my
Sweet marigold garden
Gauzy silky dandelion
Wisps guide imagination
And make poetry
Written: 3-24-2019
Contest: Ribbons
Sponsor: Line Gauthier