Best Hesitations Poems
I say to you lets take a walk...to laugh...to chill...and simply talk.
Let’s start heading across the rocks...and go beneath the streets of Rome.
Let us take a break from our feet...down a path right beneath quaint streets,
This is the place where all roads meet...where I’m meaner than Al Capone,
And I could simply make this easy...but your mind will not be blown.
You’ll never see your children grown.
For I thought you was my best friend, but for now you will face your end,
You’re heading there out of your sin...to no light...no love...or cell-phones.
You’ll dwell in torment forever, birds of feather flock together,
In this hall there is no weather, the only echoes are your own,
You’ll rot in disgust and your shameful heart will always be alone.
My love for you...I will condone.
With such greed life karma prevails...and in darkness your bones’ll dwell.
Doesn’t matter how loud you yell...no one will hear that high pitched tone.
I vent all of my frustrations...without any hesitations,
After my retaliation...of this sweet revenge I will prone.
After kicking you in the face...what’s this...is it bodily foam..?
So un-brick the bricks to the dome!
And I don’t care if your legs hurt...for this is how you made it work,
You built your tomb under a church...right beneath its’ big golden throne.
Now behind the mortar you cry...and no one can bade their goodbyes.
My friend...you used to smile so wise...who smiles now as the other moans..?
You love what you can’t have...life...I’m done...revenge has proudly shone.
You’ll die behind the wall of stone.
All of your hate and jealousy...is buried with greed and envy,
You’ll fade from earth as unworthy...right beneath other dried up bones.
Here’s my remorse...wait a minute...clear my nose...on the wall I spit,
Your ego fits nicely here...I’m starting to like your new home.
I’ll let you be with a marker...that I have engraved out of chrome.
“The center of the catacombs”.
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The form is Trochaic Octameter
Iambic pentameter serves as the substitute.
Categories:
hesitations, parody, sisterlove,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Think it over carefully
Before you become a lover
Are you there for the long haul
Or are you just going to hover
Do you want it all
The inner soul and the outer face
Are you for real
Will you hold out in the race
You have to want the good and the bad
There can be no reservations
A love forever is what is hoped for
The one person who will love with no hesitations
Our goals are going in the same direction
But are you really going to be there in the end
Will you love without any holding back
Not just a lover but a forever friend
Categories:
hesitations, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Fancy the reasons why love is so elusive
Could be we don’t know what we look for,
Feelings that with love are not conducive
Strange so many do not know the score
Looking for love “in all the wrong places,”
Confusing true love with an infatuation,
Equating it with beautiful or perfect faces
Often can lead to the nastiest situations.
Generally, love requires time to mature
Knowing yourself and your expectations,
Commitment in love is not for the unsure
I say, always beware of those hesitations.
Work toward a relationship that is secure,
I'm convinced that true love will endure.
Written August 20, 2022
Categories:
hesitations, endurance, love,
Form:
Sonnet
There was a self pinky swear that I couldn't forget,
"Enough of looking for a boyfriend after my 30th."
And that pinky swear has been obeyed,
Though I always seek for someone to be with.
Relationships went wrong,
Nobody gave me peace like home.
So then I stopped searching,
I let my heart rest from any breaking.
And when I decided to only wait for the one,
There's this man who came named Brian.
I wasn't looking for love when I knew him,
But love found me and my heart gave in.
I know and he knows that he's not my first,
But yes, he came before I reach my thirtieth.
He loves me and accepts me for who I am,
He's a perfect picture of my dream man.
Sometimes I ask myself if I really deserve him,
For he is too good to be true like I'm just dreaming.
But when he said; "For all the struggles that you've been through, you really deserve to be loved."
That's when I knew that he's the man that I never had.
I finally found someone who feels like home,
My heart is at peace and my life is at its bloom.
No words can express how happy and loved I am,
When I met and fell in love with this man named Brian.
I love the way he utters my name,
It's like music to my ears when he calls me "Jen."
I also love the way he talks,
It is so good just like his looks.
I love his lips especially when he smiles,
I love the way he looks at me with those pretty blue eyes.
But beyond the physical appearance of this man,
His character is what I really love about Brian.
He accepts me in his life with no hesitations,
He loves my flaws and my imperfections.
All he wants is just to see me being happy,
That makes me fall for him more each and every day.
Showing his love for me is very consistent,
The kind of love that I really dreamt.
He knows how many heartaches I had,
And I like the way he handles my heart with tender love.
He is the kind of man that I've been looking for,
A man who healed me and became my cure.
He knows how to handle me on my worst days,
He makes me smile when I'm about to frown at my face.
Brian is the kind of man with respect,
I love it when he considers my opinion in all decisions that he will make.
But there's one thing that I really love about Brian,
And that is when he includes me in his every plan.
Categories:
hesitations, love, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
"Enthusiasm is nothing more or less than faith in action." Henry Chester
That exuberant feeling deep down inside,
It isn’t energy and not quite pride.
To complete acts of grandeur it sets the mind reeling.
Deep down inside there is that exuberant feeling.
Knowing this you will achieve, in success you will bask.
It’s a feeling of confidence that you can handle the task.
An incentive of willpower to drive what you believe.
In success you will bask knowing this you will achieve.
It’s when you feel eager for a well-considered attempt.
Faith that you can conquer with all hesitations exempt.
Its absent when the effort given to a project was meager.
For a well-considered attempt, it’s when you feel eager.
Enthusiasm, a grand word, it came from the Greek nation.
Its meaning is “God within” which needs no explanation.
The faith that you have will keep your soul stirred.
It came from the Greek nation, enthusiasm, a grand word.
We will be immensely engaged in activities we enjoy,
It’s no effort for full assertiveness to employ.
With enthusiasm our full capability will be uncaged.
In activities we enjoy we will be immensely engaged.
There will be no circumvention, nothing subdued.
Living with genuine enthusiasm is having a positive attitude.
Its essential for leading a meaningful life with good intention.
Nothing subdued, there will be no circumvention.
Most children have a degree of enthusiasm at will.
An eagerness and faith that there is nothing they cannot fulfill.
A concept the fortunate will retain through adulthood to be.
Of enthusiasm at will most children have a degree.
When enthusiasm is there, it takes away drudgery from deeds.
It creates delight and incentive to the most mundane needs.
God within our very soul, faith that we can achieve whatever we dare.
It takes away drudgery from deeds when Enthusiasm is there.
Categories:
hesitations, faith,
Form:
Quatrain
Eating, bathing, grooming, defecating and sleeping
All these are activities of daily living
We are breathing same air
Combing everyday our own hair
Warmed and darkened by same sun
Sleeping after a whole day is done
Shot or cut; black and blues we can have
Different type but our hearts same. It beats with blood!
One time or another we feel sad and glad!
You love games and fun. And I,too, is same!
Walk, run, talk, smile, cry: all we can do unless for some exemptions
Wholeheartedly without hesitations and inhibitions...
Captain on our own ships
Generals on our own everyday battles
Prima ballerina on our own life dance
Managers on our own businesses
Teachers on our own examples and words
Leaders on our own small or big ways
Builders and engineers of our own dreams
And much much more than we can imagine...
But...
What are those frowns?
Why are those arched eyebrows?
What are those questioning belittling look?
What and why are those foul remarks?
Different skin; different creed
Different names, different race
Different status; different styles
Different lands, different tongues
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The bottomline is
God made me and God made you
Respect me and I will respect you
That we ought to do
No need for clue nor cue
DO RESPECT BECAUSE IT IS DUE
We are equal of dignity
Each and everyone possess a deal of integrity
All are blessed
All are gifted with talents
Capable of enhancing a potential
And discovering any other grace
Explore!
Taste the spice!
Speak humbly and be nice!
You maybe surprise!?!
How each and one can entice!
Therefore, you!
You who are racists!
CUT! CRACK! SLAM THAT RACISM CRAP!
Take a stand and make it grand!
No need for plans!
Hand and hand let's make this earth a better land!
(C) Olive Eloisa
12:55am
June 11, 2014
* This a terrible truth that still in this modern world we are in RACISM is still present as cruel as it was before.
Categories:
hesitations, inspiration, people, racism, rights,
Form:
Verse
The noise broils over in the heat
And spread out like wares along the street
The haze of crowd, the jungled feet
Fresh scent of soil and the aroma sweet
I see the bright cloths, and the fashion shows
The haggling voices and their temptations
The big Trelawny yams that twin footed grows
The paltry cents of private hesitations
The market is abloom and abundance tease
The native hunger from its native ease.
There is guinep, the same we cracked
At school, a single seed to feed a twenty pack
The hog plums and the apples red, stacked
Like a lean-to shack, melons dripping and the sack
Of cherry tomatoes besides carrots on the mat
Two orange in bags and the eggs in their flat
Cabbages plump and green callaloo fresh and fat
Mangoes early, and seasonings for the pot
The magic of eyes the sleright of nose, the taste
That tells us how much to know goodness we haste
And among all this passion of colors, this fragrance
Of fruits, I see a richer, sweeter elegance
Our people bright giving this place its romance
Women subtle of eyes, whose bodies dance
Like fireflies around a shaded lamp, and men bold
Though bent beneath their unforgiving loads, hold
Work sovereign and do not crringe from sun and sweat
The building is dingy with crumbling walls and parapet
But like the lustered fruits that in cadence to the call
Rise above the struggle turning back the ancient fall
Categories:
hesitations, business, food, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
DR. JAKAL AND MR. HYDE
Science verses madness, welcome Dr. Jackal meet Mr. Hyde,
Within all mankind a darker side exists, it is the beast,
Teetering on the brink of being released at any time.
Hatred’s malcontent, our inner basic instinct prowling, in
Our darkest part of the soul of humanity.
A madman’s obsession to gain control of his darker side,
Experiments in places where thou’est should not dare go,
Making judgments only left unto a higher powers call.
In a hidden laboratory, beneath the darkened streets of London,
A scientist crosses a fine thin line between the conscious. And
Unconscious mind, splitting his spiritual soul in two, releasing the
Beast from within himself, behold Mr. Hyde, heckling, screaming,
Into the darkness of the night, I’m free at last.
In shadows hollows he lurks, waiting to prey on the innocent,
Unaware of his malevolent presence, a black bag tucked under
This creature of the inhumane picks his victim with sheer disdain.
Luring them with silver flashing coins of promise, he kills without
Hesitations malice, relishing in their screams of tortures monumental
Torment.
But the manufactured poison, wears thin, and the Dr. Jackal, personality,
Chimes in again, and realizes what his alter ego has done, but it is too late,
To save the innocent from death’s final demise, so he flees the scene,
Escaping into the night’s shroud.
Never again Dr. Jackal vows, will I release this inner demon, yet
Hyde will not be denied, I will take power again.
Dark and light battle within one beings soul, until the eclipse of one nights full
Moon descends, and Dr. Jackal faces Mr. Hyde at last, ending his own life!
But in hell’s final crescendo, whom truly has lost the battle for existence,
The Man or monster.
Heaven only knows the truth on such matters; I’m just a lone mourner,
At a madman’s funeral, and shall I place two roses upon his grave, one
Of ebony black Mr. Hyde, and one white for my dear friend Dr. Jackal.
Farewell my friends, may you both find some kind of peace on the other
Side, he left a note with these budding gifts, and it was so signed
Sincerely the man dressed in black.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
hesitations, adventure, conflict, dark, evil,
Form:
Free verse
A little girl I stand, awakened early morning hour.
The sound of shuffles preparing, for coffee one will scour.
Muffled voice all too familiar, for only one it could be.
Dads words saying, “I Love You”, In the next morning I will see.
Pulling out of the drive-way, swiftness to the curtains I will peek.
Thinking about the big firetruck, heartbroken without me, fire he will seek.
Chin up my duty calls me, I drag the hose from tree to tree.
Mr. Owl followed by a quarter, responsibility instilled in me.
By evenings long awaited dusk, another dinner without dad.
We pray with mom at bedside, safe returning to be had.
Memories of impromptu visits, our other family at the station.
Popcorn, chocolate bars and hugs, dads work, a childs’ vacation.
Fond memories growing up, of all the family time we spent.
Cabin, lake and camping, Flashlight tag to no relent.
No matter our scheduled travels, no hesitations to stop and help.
Morally guided passion, his genuine attributes not found on yelp.
Uncompensated care given, unescaped these childs’ eyes, not to be unseen.
My future I learn to follow, entirely he cares for every human being.
Waves of fear come and go, a firefighter I’m reminded.
Hearing tragic unfortunate news, unsightly loss, for I am blinded.
Thirty-seven this year his daughter, any trouble called upon he’s sure to be.
A guardian angel on my horizon, A firefighter one might see.
Categories:
hesitations, angel, dad, dedication, family,
Form:
Rhyme
The shifting of many corporeal hands move across this dead cell,
A vacuums vortex, a psychic sponge, charging this battery of
Energy called the spirit board.
Paranormal phenomenon striking plate to enter realities plane
Of existence, for the ethereal challenged in crisis, seeking the
Threshold for spontaneous release, unto our spiritual realm.
Witchery’s board of trickery left in a polarized stance it
So entices the living with its tempting whispering of lies,
Incantations gate keepers wait on the other side of evils
Door way.
Memorizing the human sensory functions into a false
Sense of harmless mystery of the unexplained, it lures
These victims ever closer to weaving its spell of the demonic.
These capture being lost unto the hypnotic effects are
Transfixed unable to hit their override switch that controls
Their mental powers of persuasion, disabled is there strength
Of will power, they belong to the Ouija now.
Clasping do all for sides of the curtain of reality, times
Displacement begins in earnest, without hesitations
Momentary loll this dead cell bursts to life.
Black magic key has been inserted within the wooden
Door way’s heart and soul, a bizarre power bank draws
Forth the energy of the spiritual lost, swinging hells
Kept wide open.
The pancetta spins out of control, smashing against
The barriers of humanity, darkened ebony light shines
Through this doorway of evil and the flickering candle
Turns to a shades greenish blue wavering in the odious
Breeze.
The voice of a thousand screams echo in sheer delight,
We have been freed at last, broken is the trance, the boards
Hypnotic effects are dashed by the light of the dawn.
Dazed in bewilderment the voyeurs are chilled to their
Very inward bones, shaking, staring in awes amazement,
Wondering if these events really happened at all.
Then within these tented walls a voice responds to their
Questioning, laughing, as if a jackal at a fresh kill site!
Foolish mortals you know not what you have done, this
Night, but I promise thee this, laughing once again,
In a demonic under tone, none shall leave this domicile
Alive.
The entry doors lock without the human touch, the
Curtain windows pull closed, a momentary stilled
Scream, then all is silent, what remains is left up
To my readers to visualize, as the final candle
Blows out!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
hesitations, evil, fear, halloween, history,
Form:
Free verse
I thought that I could run away from You,
Separate myself from You,
Hide where You can't find me or read a single thought I think.
But I failed, because You always slip into my memory,
Every now and then.
As much as I try, I cannot forget You.
You are too persistent to be remembered,
In people I meet, in places I go.
It's hard to ignore that You are everywhere.
I realized even for a minute, nothing would take me
Away from You.
For You will always be lingering, waiting,
For me to come around and accept that You are mine,
That You are inside of me,
That I am a part of You and You, a part of me.
That we are bound forever.
Because You have left a great part of You in my heart,
And that is Your voice
That whispers ' I love You' and 'Come home',
In the darkest rainy nights of my existence.
Nourishing my weakening soul,
A warm blanket for my cold and unfeeling heart,
A comforting light that illuminates my gray world.
And I need all of it.
I can't pretend anymore that I could be on my own.
I have known how it was to smile with You,
When bright summer days shine upon my life
And You were there telling me,
'I love You' and 'I'm happy to be with you.'
And I miss You, being with You,
Everything about You.
Your generosity, kindness and warmth,
Your light.
The joy that You bring, the hope that You give,
And most of all, I miss the love that You let me experience.
It makes a big difference when I don't acknowledge
How much You care for me,
And how much You wanted me to believe that You really love me.
And will always love me,
In spite of me? Yes.
If I only stop fighting how much I also feel for You.
Because once upon a summer time,
My soul was filled with so much joy and certainty
To say these out loud:
'I also love You very much',
'We will always be together, forever...'
I remember them now more clearly.
I belong to You.
And I am happiest when I am with You.
So now there will never be any hesitations,
I am coming back to You, dearest Father,
Never again will I allow myself
To doubt who You are to me, and I, to You.
I commit myself to loving You,
And honoring You, my Lord,
Now and forever, and for all eternity.
Categories:
hesitations, faith, hope, inspirational, love,
Form:
Lyric
The day I got the fire
My old life expired.
I became inspired
To live for something higher.
Plucked out of the mire
With a new desire
Elevation now has transpired.
Wicked limitations
Hesitations,
And old frustrations
Dwindled away
I entered a new day
A new way
Digesting nations while I pray.
No longer chasing the wind
No longer captivated by my sin
Marching to a beat
This will never allow me to retreat
Waltzing while I walk
With eyes ablaze like a hawk
Praying down my prey,
Praying down my prey,
Salvation is the narrow way.
By: Sabina Nicole
Categories:
hesitations, christian, power, prayer, slam,
Form:
Rhyme
ANSWERED PRAYERS
Crisp cutting edges are river aging...
Dusts, gossamer embracing carves and mounds.
All around unchanged.
Solely, the wind curtains flow.
Seems, they are the only one engaging.
Have I step to an antique ground?
Waiting...
waiting... waiting
and wailing ....
When...
Somebody,
please tell me when?
I am begging ....
will someone show me when...
There are no signs, neither gleaming-clues
Hence, I am left in bloom buzzing blues
I look to reach stars spraying a lace of shine.
Lo! The moon moaning a veil of mystique fine.
Evenings are waterfall silently playing lyre.
Arousing my soul's delight to set afire
A singer or poetess booze longing to inspire
The stillness bares inner recesses well
where spirits ready to compel and swell.
There's no one else: Just you and me: my God.
On bended knees, naked from any trace of pretense
Humbly, I am opening my life to Your Holy presence.
Sweet, Oh so sweet, You extend Your loving hand.
No second thoughts, no hesitations.
Willingly, You extend to tenderly understand.
Snares and torn slowly, Oh so slowly you prune,
lightening every weighing doubts and fears.
Long forgotten prayers are answered,
timely hatched from insanity shell..
Golden ripe for prosperous harvest.
Yielding much beyond the mind calculation.
Evermore daring and bold in exhortation.
Sweet, oh so sweet, my Lord and my King.
It's worth to faithfully wait for Your perfect timing.
Now, Your promises have been falling to right places.
Kneeling down today and tomorrow thanking You...
I keep my trust wholly in the power of Your Hands...
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(c)
2:27am
August 03, 2014
inspired by the
verse: Matthew
6:33
Categories:
hesitations, faith, god, hope, prayer,
Form:
Verse
That's what it is; it's hard to let him go.
I don't need anyone but me to understand that fact and my true feelings that only I know.
Yes it's a life changing serious situation that started off like a dream with all the trimmings.
No limits and no hesitations.
I have taken the proper steps to do what needs to be done.
I event sent you back my only source of fiance that you guaranteed me keeping the truck.
Now I have no income.
I am past the physical that's a fact.
I love him more than he love's himself and even better.
I love him as a friend.
I should have never taken him back.
The truth is we've been separated this time around for twelve years.
Now look at me.
Here I go yet again.
Okay I know it's been back and forward this whole thing with he and me.
I know I can't do this anymore.
And I know I do deserve to be happy, blissful, and proud to be in love.
Most of all to be stress free.
It's about facing the truthful facts in life.
Regardless of whatever else.
It's all about survival and doing the right thing.
Having peace in my life I realize that I must let him go.
Categories:
hesitations, boyfriend, break up, emotions,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Beyond the Darkness.
Beyond the darkness
is God’s Holy Light.
A display of his might
and all that’s right.
Knowledge abounds
in it’s all around
Cuts right through
our lines of hate.
Devine so great
makes no mistakes
Knows our salvation
with no hesitations
Welcomes heavens
love strong domain.
Knows all redeemed
sinner of life.
God highest crown
upon his son.
Knows no end
its beginning.
No shame nor
guilt survive.
Gods Loving hand
fulfills the land
Categories:
hesitations, christian, faith, inspirational, religious,
Form:
Narrative