Best Immeasurable Poems
Immeasurable Infinity
unfathomable
aware of the Universe
karma
WHAT WILL BE WILL BE
open cerebrum
literally limitless
now
OBSERVE YOU WILL SEE
Some logic foregone
probable and possible
life
INFINITE COULD BE
nature amazes
microcosm divine
watch
EMULATE ITS PEACE
existential mode
humans adapt or implode
quest
PRIMAL BRAIN FIGHT FLIGHT
For Mystic Rose Split Haiku
Within the velvet smoothness of eventide ,
Stardust explodes like glittering rhinestones
Lustrous as tinsels from a mystic world above
Expansive at will through its natural pulse.
How this celestial realm—from my mind’s lens--
Allows me to imagine Little and Big Dipper await
Their flight across a zigzag of infinite suns, unnamed
By life's harbinger: That in the flint of moonlight--
All I could offer is my promise
of soul- journey ‘s lasting exploration.
-
Contest of Brian Strand, A Favoured Theme
This World That Takes
I gave too much.
A chalice filled to the brim,
pouring over,
love spilling, although unasked for,
but the world took it anyway.
It takes.
All it does is take.
It absorbs every light, every warmth,
leaving none to spare, none to return.
People—so consumed by their mirrors,
worshipping their own reflections.
Social media becomes their altar,
their source of love, their sense of giving.
They pour themselves into screens,
into curated images, fleeting likes,
forgetting that we stand here,
in the real world, arms outstretched,
offering love, offering compassion.
But they don’t see us.
They can’t see past the glow of their screens.
I believed in love, in giving, in healing.
I thought the world could change,
that it could soften beneath the weight of care.
But this world grinds those who love
into dust.
It chews through the tender,
spits out the remains.
Perhaps it’s not me who is broken.
Perhaps it’s the world.
This world isn’t good enough for me.
For a heart that holds oceans,
for love immeasurable for unyielding soil.
Perhaps the fault isn’t mine,
but in the world that took and never saw.
Still, I wonder—
how much longer can I pour myself out,
before I fade into the very dust it leaves behind?
Written by:Hannah McMorris
When will she ever learn?
That mending a broken glass
Much like a broken soul
Then give it back to the breaker
Will only ever result in the same situation
Haven't years of sitting in a physics class ever taught her anything?
An experiment done in same unchanged circumstances
Will always result in the same conclusion
The conclusion in this case being:
It doesn’t matter if hopes and tears are shed,
Immeasurable trust won’t save her in the end.
The multitude of hopes
That something, anything might change ever
A hope to which she holds no control over
And a thought to which she’ll always be last
She allows it
To be broken and devoured in pain in a vicious cycle
Over and over and over
In hopes, faith?
That one day, maybe some day
It’ll stop hurting
Not stop breaking, not merely heal
But ever so simply, painstakingly stop hurting.
Roses are black and white,
and many hues between.
Violets are dying on this cemetery scene,
sunken in grief as they rest on gravestones,
still as the dirt that covers cold bones.
Your body's rotting, concealed below,
yet your prints remain, and like seeds they grow
beyond my skin where they once landed,
into my heart, to others expanded.
Your immeasurable impact will always last
beyond the gone, unreachable past.
This sad, somber place completely fails
to capture all your full life entails.
A simple dash sums up your living years.
There's no form or voice in this silent place of tears.
Just a stone memento displays who we lack.
Only memories and time will bring you back.
The Immeasurable Raindrop
A raindrop may look too small but somewhere a thirsty flower awaits its fall.
Then there is the big pine tree that is also very thirsty and it is ever so tall
The fishes in a lake enjoy the water but they would die if the rain did not fall
So to the flower, pine tree and fishes in a lake the rain drop is never small
The dams that are full the trees oh so tall never find a rain drop very small
Fishes would not swim and frogs not leap if a tiny raindrop did not fall
Mighty waterfalls, dams, and rivers running never say a raindrop is small
The mighty forest with trees so tall would not be if a raindrop did not fall
See the little bird flying singing saying to every raindrop no you are not small
For without you I could not sing fly or have a bath if you a drop does not fall
A snail is sluggish not loved by all but with no drop of water would not crawl
You would miss that splash of water on your face if a raindrop did not fall
Yes, everything in life wants to be mighty powerful, rich, and very, very tall
Unlike a little raindrop, this is not big but just willing to the earth down to fall
No position of power or might just refreshing the birds, flowers and trees tall
Oh my little raindrop please never ever grow tired on me to always fall
"immeasurable gifts"
to the wizard of oz we're off once more
with all social graces we'll ring the bell
for proper attire we're set for the salon
ready to celebrate the horse of many colors
with hopes the black bag carries added riches
brains hearts courage and knowing home we hold
those immeasurable gifts have mirrored us all
we come before such force for light and grace
expressing desire with need of mind body spirit
peace mental health and strength forevermore
SkyWatcher
03-27-22
The magnitude of my love your heart cannot measure, unless with my boiling blood its arteries fills!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
07 June 2016
(On the Mother’s day)
Born out of my mother’s womb,
My hazed eyes of the present day
Converge the soft soil of this samsara
Feeling the amorous warmth
Of illimitable and immeasurable
I'm quite conscious of.
Grown up I'm
In the tough and sturdy legs
Massaged by the pure oil
Of immeasurable mind.
Matured I’m as the absolute man -
The conception of
My affectionate motherhood.
In the time passing by,
When my mother turned
Old enough to fragility and frailty,
Then my mindful memory
Erased my own childhood -
The nam* and roop*
Of my mother in me.
I'm occupied this much
To set myself morally uprights,
Bemused I’m in my right
To concede you like my own,
Stayed far away from your presence.
The suffering you confronted
In your old and fragile body,
My nature of looking intently at you
Fell down your mind into despair.
When my mind stuck in
Brahma Bihar, the Assembly of Divinity,
I grasped you utterly.
Alas! You were then only
A lustrous star in the sky.
Merely for a day of each year,
Contentment flaunted in me by
Peeping your Nam and Roop
In me and mine
In the beholding mirror
Of the immeasurable universe.
*
Bramha Vihar, also called Chatu Bramha Vihar –
The assembly of Divinity or immeasurable
in Buddhism has four moral virtues, namely
Loving Kindness (Metta), Compassion (Karuna),
Sympathetic Joy and Equanimity (Upekkha)
Samsara – The material world
Nama – Mind and mindfulness
Rupa – Shape or form
Freely let me be who I am
Pen in hand
To speak with innocent words of love
The vision of each thing
In the language of measurable hope
So that I may walk this earth
Knowing that each difference found
Is the same as every affinity bestowed
To so cherish the world
Be it Footprints on the beach or majestic clouds in the sky
He is always within your own reach and one only has to try
The Creator of our Universe, for every detail is far too fine
But as our minds immerse many so detach from the vine
The Oceans know His Voice, the Wind is at His command
Yet He gave us a choice as in His Grace you'll understand
With the secular world so lost often making it hard to See
But the ultimate cost is your very soul will Never be free
satan, so much smarter than you, not knowing half of it
he's in everything you do, your heart not noticing one bit
For just take a look around or allow your heart to listen
Just loving that sound and all of those things that glisten
Who is closer to your heart, whose voice is it that you hear
For now is the time to start, one day could be getting near
Watch for tricks up the sleeve, where Jesus' Word Is True
One more thing before I leave, the Creators Love for You
Is Immeasurable
Yet I Only Desire Loves Immeasurable Truth
Death so like a shadow this poor soul seeks
Whereas new dawn its breath so slowly gifts
Moving in cadence, its rhythm so sleek
And adversity, it spits in dark shifts
Holding true, its thunder it soon displays
Undefeated tracing of horizon's stone heart
Such tis magical beauty cast each day
A long trip, would be folly not to start
Within fusion of red blood and white bone
Journey I, stout of heart and willing mind
This conscience cleared of black-hearted stone
We pray the light of truth we may there find.
Rumor has it there lays the fountain of youth.
Yet I only desire loves immeasurable truth!
Robert J. Lindley, March 8th, 1972
Sonnet
She was in his arms
in his warm embrace,
and while passionately
kissing her on her cheeks,
he asked her,"Baby,
you know how much
I love you", to which
she replied without
any hesitation "darling,
Can you measure the
water the sea holds" and
He now comes to his sense
to realize how much Love
she really has for him!
I watched a young gold medalist
Finish her routine
On the balance beam.
I watched a young girl
Walking barefoot
On the smooth bark of a fallen tree.
My heart soared at both
It only knows one kind of joy
Immeasurable
L-ife
U-ses
O-ne
Z-enith
H-aving
I-llumination
H-ighest
A-nd
I-mmeasurable
Topic: Birthday of poet Luo Zhihai (December)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic