Best Gradually Poems
We waited many years the few of us that are left
In our minds we couldn't imagine the surface on our earth so reft
What we knew before we will never know again
That man can be so destructive, and no one ever gains
Slowly we start to climb the steps to a world we knew
What element of view awaits as we step into anew
The sealed doors to our mountain safe-way creak against the quiet
Our hearts beat in-trepidation as we await their impending riot
Through the door we go into a landscape we read about in books
Do we appreciate what we have survived, so alive to be able to look
We look out across the valley once lush like a carpet of greens
What we see before us we knew as out of this world martian scenes
The town that we knew and loved has disappeared from view
Now replaced by open sores as they spill their molten spew
The sun is but a blur through a darkened dusty haze
What little oxygen presents, appears to fuel this fiery display
As we head down towards where our town was, very little of it remains
Collapsed and buried buildings our view is now en-grained
Skeletal metal frames as if molded by a sculptor's torch
Rocks melted into a glaze, by the bombs inevitable scorch
Many miles we now have walked through our barren radiated lands
Was it to be from the dawn of time that this moment was in our plans
As we head back to our mountain safe-way, looking back down our valley
It will be many many years, like it was, but we'll get there gradually
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Gradually...
I will get wiser...
the closer I get to you, my love, my wisdom gains
more trust. I am realizing that no one else is out there for me...
only you...
Gradually..you make me better...
more better than I ever thought I could be.
Gradually...
I will heal...
Heal from the disease of loss.
I have accepted I couldn't save her,
and I may never heal completely but...
Gradually... it will get easier.
Gradually...
I will accept my past for what it is...my past..
my future is based on my actions of yesterday,
but today I find more hope that I can make a difference.
Gradually...I will bring peace to the world.
Gradually...
My faith will move mountains...
The sight of the sparkle in my eye will see a million
days of hope and grace from the Lord.
Gradually...I will accept my beliefs as a crossroad to growth.
Gradually...
I will stop giving myself a hard time..I am only who I am
because the Lord made me this way. In whatever ways I falter,
may I learn to continue walking the path of least resistance.
Gradually...I will become the woman that I need to be.
Gradually...
I will be content with my mirror...
Every time I look at myself, may I see more beauty
as every day passes.
Gradually...I will love myself completely.
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: February 17, 2016
The melody gradually filters
Through my being
Filling my soul with joy
I go with it savouring, anticipating
It’s genius – no other thoughts enter
Just floating with the melody
Surprised by some discords they startle me
Prepare me for the majesty of sound to come
Summer, and the sunglow hours are creeping, so slowly by
with red ruby treasures, waiting placidly, all day in the sky
But, twilight finally ends, with the perfume of black blooms
extreme hard devotion is needed
to deactivate the circuits of sins
flashes through bodily limb's senses
neutralization must be demanded first
Good deeds of self being
invitation of well being of all
paves the ways of virtues
gradually soul gets its own destination
It's gradually I come to realize
Time is not the major thing
Cos with everyone, I idealize
Its way is different in Beijing
Of minutes or hours compare
To doing exploits, fate ensnare
It's gradually I come to think
How mysterious life changes
That date works plans to sink
To a lot of greatness in ranges
Now flying to tour out of Lagos
Isn't of stress to counting loss
It's gradually I come to learn
That moving forward is of grace
Work isn't the only way to earn
For many are blessings of no trace
God deposited cum mercy shown
Which doesn't matter of faith grown
It's gradually I come to know
It doesn't matter how you do it
So far each day, you want to grow
Out of mistakes, one easily do hit
Up the energy lessened cum stress
To fit intimately familiar with success
It's gradually I come to see
There's no need to teach scope
If life will drag you to its sea
It doesn't matter how far from rope
You may drown and give up the ghost
Hanging your breath to eon's toast
It's gradually I come to meet
Many people who blame me
For not having the size of their feet
So that they can give out house key
Go in there and pick up shoes
Yet, I don't think that defines them jews
It's gradually I come to view
No one else has it like me
For everyone is unique to be true
Doing things like other won't make it be
And if it seems to be, not exactly like
But will bury in you the exceptional psyche
Gradually Grudgingly Giving In
David J Walker
The cold holds no such
Color so bold as winters bite
remembering so many a
Summer night
The warm leaving
Sweat so wet on
The back of your neck
in the faded moonlight
that looked for all the same
In December
until you factor in
the distant solstice sun and the
Longer nights
The cold will hold on
As long as it can
Gradually
Grudgingly
Giving in
my life has changed so drastically, my views have been altered and changed,
my thoughts of physical affection and love, god has ultimately rearranged,
it took years for me to understand, making bad choices along the way,
it took tragedy to smack me clear in the face, turn towards god and walk away,
my friends all think it's stupid to reverse, to save myself for only one man,
i certainly can't be a virgin again, but i know this is god's plan,
i've searched my heart, and so has god to help view what i could not see,
that my heart is more precious to me than sex or a kiss, he traced me back to
where i should be,
he showed me what was missing, it was him all along,
my relationship with him grows bigger each day, he's the one who makes me
strong,
there are things i can't yet get rid of, and things that still aren't quite right,
but i will press into him every single day, and never give up the fight,
this all has been a slow process, but through him i will succeed,
i want to place everything into his hands, and let him take the lead,
if i could just completely trust and not worry, it would prove he's in total control,
but not everything in life is easy to give up, and we always struggle to fully let go,
there is one thing that i've noticed, while i've spent all this time with him,
that he works slowly on one problem at a time, and he gradually removes my sin.
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Topic: Birthday of Imie E. Pacatang (June 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The widow's eyelids of the house gradually close,
Over the empty rooms, where love once wove the velvet of longing.
My wife has dissolved into the echo of days, my daughter - a fleeting thought,
Books, paper birds loaned to the winds, my clothes,
Silken bones wringing out the last drops of time.
A caricature of a chariot, with wheels freed from roads, I offered it to the void,
In a past already too dim, too detached from the living present.
And the real and the dream, love and the void, they dance away, fragile
As the bitter waving of foam - soon gone, nameless on the lip of the glass.
And my mind is now more a prayer without an altar,
A sanctuary with icons that fade, discolor, lost in time.
Senses catch only the shadows of saints set to leave,
And my soul is an unwritten liturgy, where faith is all that remains when life recedes.
Everything I loved, the wanderings of my soul whitened everywhere,
They have taken flight towards the ashes of tomorrow, I do not retain them, do not stop them.
Like a hermit of oblivion, I end in a chapel of silent gratitude,
In the chamber of the heart, only the empty echo of my wandering steps, proof that I was and that I am, in a world that no longer recognizes, but passes.
In the days that gradually thin, sprinkled with the last strands of sand,
Evening descends upon my old and warm soul,
Bony and stiff fingers, yearning for the warmth of the waning summer,
As the approach of autumn whispers again in the jingle of copper leaves.
My knees, never masters of the paths we'd still wander,
Bend under the weight of memories etched on the lane of childhood,
Even the witch hazel, which long soothed my skin, now seems powerless,
And my deep cough echoes ceaselessly, through the room emptied of your warmth.
The plants, satiated with green, begin to dress in the somber attire of September,
A prelude that envelopes nature in brown and gold, revealing a bittersweet brilliance,
While the forsythias have long turned into brown skeletons,
And the last guests of summer lounge in my garden, grumpy marigolds on the sill.
Mid-September, when the day slowly weaves its scythe,
And the sun, relentless, hastens towards the horizon of oblivion,
My room watches over my bedspread, once a tapestry of hues, now just faded thoughts,
Marigolds - the vestal virgins reminding me of the sun that no longer seeks me out.
Let us be the last, we, the withered season and I, in our melancholic merging,
In this composition of rises and falls, a final duet with the fleeting time,
With every breath more subdued and every heartbeat vibrating towards silence,
I, the poet of my final act, write farewell in autumnal notes, on the score of the universe.