Best Groundless Poems
Don't miss me for I'm never very far,
glimpsing your days from a secret star.
I'm among flowers that grow by your side,
resting on rainbows when hoping to hide.
As stars sparkle in the misty moonlight,
should a lone one capture a naive night,
or, if the summer breeze ruffles your hair,
it's because, for the moment, I was there.
Music you hear in a soft, summer's breeze,
is our song I'm singing to sleepy trees.
If not there, I fly in a peaceful place
where love can exist in a groundless grace.
I often meet you in whispers of air,
the song of a bird, sunlight on the stair.
I'll caress you when time gathers us nigh,
Together we'll explore the seamless sky.
March 16, 2023
for Brian Strand's Number 1199 poetry contest
POTD
Categories:
groundless, beauty, loss, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I am not normal no one is ..
Far inside the feeling exists
Round and round I go over it
Where is it ?
It ceiced to be .. no bell ring
Engraved set thoughts to be
implicated into eachother
As they continue no matter
Links are made and i batter
Which arr the myths which are the truths ..
How bitter ... i may feel if I declare a myth from a glare
Acquire wits
Accelerated emotions ..
Bewildered if not listened
Obvious is already known
Feel so deep I hate to repeat ..
Perception is quick
Subconscious level is real ..
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Converse and express
The emotions deflection..
With enthusiastic rhythm of convention..
Expecting returned mutual appreciation..
No recess
Just distress
thoughts are making
me feel lovely but also unordered. .. uterly groundless and bounded ..
My heart entangles
My thoughts hurt me , and its like subconcious bullets.. running through my neutral paths...
At last ... its hard maybe its better if you love your simple life , i am not like that ..
If you are me ,then you're welcome to engage and feel the words I now set free ..
Categories:
groundless, confusion, identity, me, memory,
Form:
Free verse
Hmm...What Discursive Poetic Theme Shall I Write About...
Today (a rather brisk, chilly,
and otherwise sat
tiss factory twirly delightful
December 18th, 2018) matte
her of fact quite
refreshing noontime, while this fat
tend plot of Earthen surveyed terrain
situated over scat
herd modest suburban tract,
(actually yours truly some watt
urbanely sprawled out) at
Latitude: 40.2538 Longitude: 75.4590,
where I sit pat
and think to write
about some reading material flat
touring my "FAKE" status
as king of agitprop for chat
hurrying class gussied up with
artistically crafted rat
tilly done up snazzy razz mutt tazz
(approved by Willard), this expat
lapsed Peterson harried tailored script,
asper previous peculiar
swiftly styled idée fixe
literary unnecessary, rat
tickly tawdry superfluity)
interspersed with dollops of splat
hard logophile, nonetheless gentle
on the eyes, yet feeling totally flat
and devoid of meaning, and quite
convincingly desperate idea this pratt
tilling far amore in the dell doth
expatiate, expound expressively, gnat
cheerily witty, (i.e. hint- please
pretend these humph fat
tickle lee meandering, rambling,
and warbling words) taxing
on mental faculty as bat
tan gruelling death march
physically, when circa
April 1942 Japanese forced
76,000 captured Filipinos,
and Americans Allied
soldiers to march about 80 miles across
Bataan Peninsula (province
in Philippines), where they died
enroute to...during World War II
on island of Luzon, espied
as a spiritual sanctuary hosted
by a knowledgeable tour guide
named Matthew Scott hood dons
genuine (musty smelling)
Tory wig to hide
as an alien alias (from the outer limits
of the twilight zone) incognito
even to himself, and especially the bride
of Frankenstein, who evinces a strong crush
toward said nondescript gentrified
vested gentry groundless thinker with pride
though, dirt poor (at least on the surface),
but deep down rich with
Schwenksville well watered
history harkening back to 1684,
when hoodwinked, jilted and lied
Lenni-Lenape Indians got fleeced
then taken for a ride
this land ceded to (stolen from) William Penn
nestled along the Perkiomen Creek.
Categories:
groundless, abuse, allusion, america, analogy,
Form:
Bio
Who will listen to my story?
It's not a tale of great defeat
nor one of fame, nor one of glory --
and I won't pretend that it's complete.
I've time to spend, still, on this earth
and things to say until I go.
I won't begin before my birth
or dwell too long on friend and foe.
I won't recount the passing years
or bore with lists of groundless fears.
As I review what I've just said,
I doubt that any who have read
up to this point my minor rhyme
will want to waste too much more time
while I expose my life's excess,
when all they need is to address
the short list of the poems I write
to post upon this useful site:
visit poetrysoup.com for you to see
much of what you'd wish
to learn of me.
Categories:
groundless, fun, identity, me, poems,
Form:
Rhyme
The Aged Man
Authored by Chuck Keys
There is a sadness inside of him,
Draped by layers of heartaches and disappointments,
Insulated with his long beard, thickly white eye brows,
Unkempt brushy long dense white hair,
Dry peeling cracked lips, slightly ajar,
Showing his smoke stained chipped teeth,
Wearing a dark, soiled, bulky long scruffy ankle length coat,
Two buttons were missing,
With a 2" uneven tear at the bottom of its left side stained pocket,
A dirty powder-blue weathered wool and leather hat, with ear flaps down,
It was a long cold night, in mid-January, the month of his birth.
He moves like a man covered with fear and age, and maybe hunger too.
Mornings and evenings are but doorways
In and out of his leftover forgotten soul,
To the long endless days and nights, forlorn and grey.
He meanders about with a slow cautious gait, head down often times,
Eyes more closed than open, squinting even in the dark unlit night,
Torn gloved hands (with a large irregular frayed hole in the palm of the left),
Each hand fisted tightly for warmth,
Arms tightly at his side, stationary, not swaying,
Protectively wrapping himself inside,
Or just holding himself, maybe for warmth or some unexplained reason.
His life is full, the years buried deep inside.
The pounding aches inside, remembers his early years,
Ages ago, wrapped and protected inside his large family,
But never a part of it, not inside,
Always outside searching, for what can't be found, ever.
His own family that slowly left him was remembered,
Material children today, groundless at best,
That have no memory of what was,
Only what is or what will be.
Grandchildren that lacked life inside his hug.
The pounding aches inside; smirks, sometimes,
Knowing time and space, loving and giving, peace,
Remedy for all that ails.
He knows only what he knows,
He loved, loves and will always love.
Even alone, he is in joy, at peace.
The old man walked into his last mile, a short while ago,
His slow cautious gait, one small step after another, and another,
As the gates opened, he turned and looked behind,
Frowned and smiled,
With nothing left to say.
Categories:
groundless, life, nostalgialife,
Form:
Free verse
I Have Been To Paradise,
Living In My Former Life,
Gotten Lost I Was- In An Angel's Eyes-
Worth A Reminisce- Are Those Moments Before My Demise,
Butterflies Of Amazement- Flew In The Skies Near,
Before My Eyes- She Shined- Something Like A Chandelier.
Like A Moon, Like A Diamond, Something Within The Skies,
Brought Heaven, Brought Tranquil, Brought Smiles,
She Who Came To Embrace, Has Fallen Upon Me, As A Grace,
There I Found Her, I Found My Heart's Resting Place,
An Unspeakable Beauty, Thus Caused Damage To My Plain Eyes,
As I Perceived It- I Could Hear My Heart Say- Oh, Dearly Nice!
Could I Be Wrong To Have Fallen For Such A Being,
An Extraordinary Woman- Beyond What My Eyes Have Ever Seen,
Groundless Became My Silence- And Trembled Was My Soul,
Such A Sight Was An Angel's- She Wasn't Any Habitual Woman At All,
So I Prayed To Allah- To Bless Me Not With Power Or Lasting Soul,
But The Wealth To See Her As The Last One Beneath My Fall.
She Bewitched I, Amazingly,
Stole My Heart Otherworldly-
She Was Spotless, Something Made In Paradise,
Her Eyes Looked Somewhat Like The Sun Rise,
And Mines Were Fixed On Hers In Disbelief- Feeling My Heart Turn Colder,
I Was Spellbound- As If Beauty Wasn't In The Eyes Of The Beholder.
Categories:
groundless, angel, beauty, celebration, character,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Change the story
These words kept ringing in my ears
Change the story
That's not what people want to hear
Every morning you saturate the airwaves
with insentient and agonizing words
disdaining my intelligence
and rekindling a treacherous fire
You have gone down that road before
stirring up fear and doubt
Impeding upon history
And trespassing on my dignity.
You have eroded all civility
spilling vengeance , derision and anger
Catering to their weaknesses
And making unrealistic promises.
Change your groundless theory and
work towards unity
stand up for what you believe in
and stop this useless masquerading
You have been hammering a tale
that is so hard to bear
The chronicle keeps duplicating itself
resonating deeply in despair
The music is playing loudly
Echoing mystics in the air
Change the precarious story
and face the fight with decency.
Categories:
groundless, angel, bullying, community, encouraging,
Form:
Free verse
Originally a Russian someone else's poem I translated
I’m doing great and thanks a lot for asking.
Melancholy's groundless in my case,
The loneliness I feel results from faces ‘round;
For apathy, one man to blame – myself.
I weighted every ounce and every pound,
I’m nauseous now, I pondered every plan.
What’s haunting me is like some tiny nails
of losses, errors driven into me.
No more ‘playboys’, enough of ‘lady killers’
who paint the town, prodigally, red.
What price to pay for simply being happy?
To end the life to which I had been led?
Assume it’s not unheard of to be erring,
to foul things up with no intention to,
to laugh my head off when I’m feeling like it,
to know I’m right and, off the hip, to shoot.
I must believe the Happy End is near,
forget the plans and hazard for a bliss
by reaching up for stars to get my own,
A happy life’s the greatest thing there is.
Categories:
groundless, heartbroken, loss, solitude,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Even if you are the tanned sprout
tightly packed
in pretty cane
filled with olive oil
you could not stop to dream about ocean,
lolled by such hopes and illusions
seemed groundless absolutely.
But while your truth is hard and distorted
you will soon unavoidable
unpacked and go to the trip
to the Christmas table
where served with cheese and red wine
for the sweet departure
to the stomachs of more luckier dreamers and gourmands.
I wish you to be eaten by nice lady
if it would you relax and nurtured
for other form of coexisting
in body of whom who devoured us.
But if you are the ended atheist
white a little, headless sprouty,
all of them
who caught, cut, prepared, tanned,
mailed, sold, baught, presented
and ate you
will be combined together
chewed, crumbled, munched
and return to the soil of mother nature.
From where you will select,
ask and have full right to start
more preferable fate and future.
Categories:
groundless, fish, , atheist,
Form:
Ode
What does it mean
‘inherit the world’
To receive on a silver platter
Our parent’s throwaways
Mountains of Styrofoam
Drenched with acid rain
Soon the only trees will be
On display in glass cases
‘Take this world and make it better’
They throw us the torch
But the flame is gone
Already extinguished
They want us to revolutionize
To recreate the fervor or the sixties
But don’t they realize –
We are the same as them.
We will smoke ourselves
Into a stupor
We will lose our
Youthful optimism
And sell out, drive miatas
Look to our children
As a means to our salvation
How can you change a world
Caught in a cycle of
Vision fading into desire
It is an impossible challenge
To slow the disintegration of
Our revolving orb –
To make the world a better place,
For our children,
But
I am full of youth and vigor
I have boundless, groundless faith
I will take up the torch
And relight it
I will finish what I start.
Death will be the only obstacle
I will not overcome.
Categories:
groundless, hope, inspirational, upliftingworld,
Form:
Free verse
The awkward walker and excellent climber
Pulling thyself to a higher branch.
With thick muscular tongue
Used deftly for manipulating words
The single use of thy unbridled tongue,
A million damage of the best things
A match, though insignificant and small
The forest, it can set ablaze
Causing trillions of damages to humanity
Shall I compare thee; to parrots?
Thy tales, less enticing
More gratifying reactions thou caused
The professional painter
Painted black lie white,
Coloured it, twisted it and exaggerated it to other’s peril
Just to add spice to it
The super natural radio without battery
Thy groundless rumour has become scandalous.
Thy bucal cavity out of ill will thou open
Through thy zeal to spice up the tale
Thou never remember the harm inflicted
On the one involved
Thy mouth becomes a snare
In which thou put thy own foot.
What is the latest over there?
Can we have some juicy tidbits here?
Is the delicious story ripe?
What is the response from thy host?
Longing to see thee tomorrow
Offspring of the devil, incarnated with evil!
Thy serpent father established the slanderous tale
In the Garden of Eden
Tell me, O! Tale bearer
Can thou be boastful of thy inheritance?
The professional transformer of x-ray to hearsay
The more thou talk about people,
The more people talk about thee.
And thou do thyself no good.
Categories:
groundless, satire,
Form:
Free verse
turkety, lurkety
Saul, king of Israel
green-eyed with envy shouts,
“I’ll cut your throat.”
groundless, irrational
obsessitivity.
David, the next king squeals,
“I cut your coat.”
January 4, 2020
Contest: 'Double Dactyl (Win For Paid Membership)'
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Categories:
groundless, 11th grade, humor, jealousy,
Form:
Double Dactyl
A wingding Aussie will be defined as any single person thru to a minority group determined to be making a complaint containing false information or complaints of no substance about businesses, governments, government employees, organizations or not for profit organizations and if approaching the government requiring changes made to any official documentation they shall be known as Dead Beats
If the changes or complaints are deemed to be unsuitable, not required, or of no substance, the person or each person in the group complaining or requesting the modifications/changes will be billed $150.00 a day per person involved in the investigation, from the initializing of an investigation to and including the day of finalization. Weekends and public holidays shall be included at normal overtime rates
Every member of the Dead Beat group shall be individually billed. The bill shall be known as the Dead Beat Bill (DBB)
If any member of the Dead Beat group is found to be in Australia on a visa of any sort and receive a DBB they shall also be required to hand in their visa and leave Australia
Examples of complaints:
A complaint about the noise from an airport, industrial area, recreational area or club that was established before the residence moved into or was born into the neighbour hood of complaint is a complaint of no substance unless unusual circumstances can be justified
Applications for a shopping center, house, building, park or religious area that require a town meeting shall be known as unsuitable complaints unless unusual circumstances can be justified
Dress or language complaints about Australian icons such as Bugs Bunny, Santa Claus, Easter Bunny and Humphrey B Bear and others shall be deemed not required groundless unless unusual circumstances can be justified
Adding amendments to a legal document that require changes to Australian beliefs, customs, traditions or icons shall be deemed unsuitable, not required and of no substance unless unusual circumstances can be justified
Any Australian government employee that fits these requirements shall also resign from their position unless unusual circumstances can be justified
Categories:
groundless, political,
Form:
sun patches move over the ground like curious water after a spill
as barn swallows swirl around like a funnel that is losing its fill
black birds jump over the field like notes on a music sheet
with a pink freckled fawn playing under their groundless feet
and receding sulfur butterflies glimmer like farm angels in a snow globe
as the now approaching grey hued clouds wear a waterfall robe
and I start to run back for cover from the rain that's chasing me from behind
but not before I wrote it all down about a poetic flurry within my mind
Categories:
groundless, nature
Form:
Rhyme
We live among the serpents of this world groundless
Inherit the world with many obstacles as expressions emerge soundless
Life is drenched with acid rain
Soon only the trees would be caught in the cycle of endless pain
Lost in the thought that no one needs vision
To see what's being displayed of prolonging conditions
They throw us the torch and the flame is gone
Seasons carry on but the damages live on
What is the world without an end?
Humanity's impact revolving changes that impend
Nourish our future and nourish our brains
Those words transform into found strength to a structured branched chain
I saw all parts of myself within everyone
The destruction of curiosity intending to outrun
Sitting before teachers hearing voices within my head
Put forth into action rather than leaving things unsaid
Hope springs the world's hardest game
But pursuing life in color will be the painted frame
Categories:
groundless, america, community, conflict, dedication,
Form:
Rhyme