Best Formless Poems
To the young, Time is growing
and achievement...to the old,
it is comforting and survival;
to God, perhaps, reconciliation,
an opportunity to show His
Grace and far Greater Love.
For me, it is where I float
my poetry, having put my all
into the buoyancy and power
of words; the indefatigable
currents of phrases imagined,
once beyond the horizon, dipping
into the formless deep....
Categories:
formless, imagination, passion, perspective, poetry,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Somewhere
In a cave
She sits
Carbon stained fingers
Drawing
A poem
Disproportioned figures
Dancing
As a moon
Rises
Over arched
Stones
Categories:
formless, art, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
Each form is a form of His form
Both form and formless are His norm
He chooses form as well formless, to get you to reform
He yields to a form even when a form gets deform
With such creation of forms, He does perform
With such ease, one may design Him in free-form
With various forms, He upholds a message to inform
With all such forms, His form is uniform
He is the only One to have the omniform
Though He is also of multiform
To realize Him, all religions are platform
Fact can be realized with a brainstorm
He cares for each being, even smaller than a tiny worm
To drive you towards formless, He takes form like cruciform
He is the form of formless, ultimately one may conform
From form to formless is the ultimate, one may transform!
NOTES: the state or quality of having every form. — omniform, adj.
Characterized by an unconventional or variable form: their own freeform teaching methods.
Cruciform = Shaped like a cross; cruciate.
Above poem is adapted from the eBook “ENOUGH TO FLY AND PLAY AND A COLLECTION OF POEMS” by Mr.V.MUTHU MANICKAM. Copyrights reserved.
Categories:
formless, allah, devotion, faith, islamic,
Form:
Free verse
Ground of Formless Realities
Ground Zero
AN APPEAL TO MAKE IT ONLY A GANDEN OF GOD- A PLACE OF PEACE
AND NON-VIOLENCE ONLY.
( The poem is dedicated to all those who lost their precious lives on 9/11)
My heart aches and emotions start bleeding
Remembering the pain and agonies of those
Who lost their lives, while we all remained watching only?
Cursing the helplessness, that we
Could not do any thing to save
A life, a tear from eyes of mothers and wives;
Brothers, sisters and lovers or beloveds.
Or the dear ones, who were there, just inside.
The disaster was happening, right
Before our eyes full of tears.
The glaring fact of brutal and unforgivable deed
Tearing apart its people hearts in pieces and a nation’s pride
Had moved the entire world except those
Who believe in the faith of violence and misdeeds?
Let us keep now that place ‘Ground Zero’
A place of Peace and Non violence
Where kindness and love can be seen in every branches and trees
Where Nature may exists in its serene beauty and coolness
Let there be no bricks and walls
No pits and falls
And no sound of any kind except the
Sound of kindness and love and the music of nature
Which we can hear coming from birds and flowers
From plants and trees and water running streams.
Let us make it a Garden of God.,
In the memory of those who lost their lives
And kept their nation’s pride high.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 10th Sept. 2010
DEDICATION: The Poem is dedicated to
all my fellow Americans.
And this dedication is not only from me
but from all the peace loving people of India.
We are with you in the hour of your grief.
Ravindra
Categories:
formless, dedication, lost, people, peace,
Form:
Free verse
Man suffers in life
because he takes
so seriously, what
the gods created
for fun.
He's entangled in
his own carnal desires,
which keeps him in bondage,
unable to progress his soul.
Life is a merry go round
and earth is the playground.
Where man can be amused by
his carnal desires, achievements,
enjoyment, social status
and his ego.
Man became a lover
and slave to these things.
Which brought upon
himself, his own greed
and suffering.
Forgetting where he came from,
how he got here, and
where to go after his
game is over.
Man must be stripped
from his name, career,
possessions, and his personality
in order to find his individuality.
Without ever knowing this,
he will always be the cause
of his own suffering.
He must detach from
his mortal self and return
formless back to the light,
from which he came from.
Categories:
formless, analogy, death, pain, social,
Form:
Personification
Slowly a subdued group of people, some sobbing carried
A lifeless body along the stone paved path.' Despite their
Tears and grief stricken denial mindset, the burial must
Take place, the procession wound its way along the mountainside until they came to stop, before a new rock
Hewn tomb its giant circular stone door was at the extent
Of its channel; and the interior of the large semi-dark space
Could be seen, at this juncture as his male disciples carried
Him inside the earlier muted sobbing gave way to wails of
Grief.' More tears were shed by the women, as his body
Was clad in a linen shroud, all those who loved him knew
The door would soon be rolled shut.' Leaving Him in the very Dark tomb.' After those who felt able had paid their
Respects, the tomb was emptied and at least eight men of
The temple guard rolled the big stone door into place once
This was done a roman centurion witnessed wax seals put
From tomb to door as a defence against unappointed men
Rolling back the door, and a rumour that this man, this Jesus would escape ? And he would be proclaimed alive
And ressurected.' Which would not please Claudius in Rome.' After a little the centurion ordered the people to leave and he placed a guard of thirty leigionaires around
The tomb along with the same ammount of temple guards
The day passed and the next.' The third night finally came.' and a loud noise came from where Jesus was entombed..The Lord was creating the first negative photograoh of His sons body.' For from darkness the greatest God would re-new, 'this son' and raise Him from
Death to life; amen.!
Categories:
formless, appreciation, courage,
Form:
Didactic
Sleeping giant,formless,not yet born,
You will awaken as poison.
Rising up from retention ponds,
Dragonflies with nephilim wings.
Writing prophecies on liquid scrolls,
Your iridescent words we'll eat.
The fire,raining down to earth,
Feeding the mandrakes, of old eden.
Categories:
formless, corruption, culture, dark, environment,
Form:
Free verse
Formless And Void
Do bugs and rats infest your home
evil thoughts
in your mind they roam
who is who when your all alone
if I were you I'd commit suicide
while still alive
and become a new person deep inside
draw close to our father in heaven
while there's still time
the world we built is a carcass
maggots feed and die while the evil flies
still I believe that I've found some ground
that is to say, I think I see the light
can one stand here in the formless and void
become a strange curiosity passing by
until the Lord comes with judgment
and to resurrect this old carcass
back to life
Categories:
formless, confusion, death, faith, hope,
Form:
When I peer through the windows of my eyes,
so desperately I want to know who I am.
What is the cause of my being?
At times I feel formless and empty,
a collection of memories. Maybe,
no more than arising from an idea.
Here existing in this moment with you.
Life bursts into being out of the timeless pool of the void,
the uncreated, like bubbles - bursting into life,
time and time again.
Disillusioned self-empowered battling ego's, all suffering,
and, all pass through time and space.
Is it society that guides the individual,
Or the power of some ubiquitous force?
Categories:
formless, allegory, birth, celebration,
Form:
ABC
Formless is a feeling
If you wish to spread
Spread yourself
In the star studded sky
In the lush greenery of valley
In the deafening silence of forest
In the roaring sound of sea
My friend, I tell you
Formless is a feeling
You are blessed with a form to do.
Categories:
formless, truth,
Form:
Free verse
A dank cavern
Unlit torches on the walls
Some light easier than others
You bring a compass
Drawing you through the inky darkness
You sense little with just yourself
Armed with recognition
of the ground
of yourself
Most compasses grow obsolete
As you find more than they can point you to
Categories:
formless, education,
Form:
Free verse
Averse to noisy thought flow din,
we close our eyes and look within,
searching for our soul to feel whole,
to be the light scriptures extol,
laudable yet desire subtle
does from the start, our quest scuttle,
for we need to negate doership,
merging with God, in pure worship,
shifting thus our entire approach,
free from ego, beyond reproach,
becoming a formless presence;
hologram of God's bliss essence.
19-September-2022
Categories:
formless, silence, spiritual,
Form:
Lay
You're in everything,
Thoughts, dreams, In rivers and streams,
I can't escape you.
Categories:
formless, deep, depression, divorce, lost
Form:
Haiku
Become formless, like the wind in-between the branches that form a tree.
Where no two patterns are alike to becoming completely free.
Learn the language of human, where they can't instill their projections onto thee.
Where they are second guessing if they can try to control or manipulate he or she.
Become formless, like the waves in water in the sea.
Where no two waves are the same, like lines in ice when water starts to freeze.
Study the patterns of life and all of its entirety.
It may get lonely at times but that is why they invented diaries.
Become formless, like a flock of birds flying in a straight line, free-for-all or horizontally.
To get through this thing called life, with its certain beauties and everlasting monstrosities.
Categories:
formless, adventure, america, england, life,
Form:
Free verse
What is form for the formless,
when Apollo is gone and dead,
and no God, can have revival?
What is form for the formless,
If the happy stranger drugs the mind,
and the seeker only seeks a fix?
What is form for the formless,
If nothing be original, but chaos itself,
to reject the modern fix,
by rejecting the present.
Categories:
formless, on writing and words,
Form:
Free verse