Best Impotent Poems
Donkeys kicking walls—could never have a field day!
Winner III, Monoku Contest, sponsored by SO, December 26, 2017.
I have to restrain myself, not to let you see me in tears.
I pretend to ignore you.
Try to stop thinking of you.
Only blame myself that I have no title to love you.
Looking at you, I am so helpless but.
Just let you vanish into the galaxy.
The heartbreak makes me breathless as I find no trace of you.
I shall sense your tenderness never again.
I find no reason for being strong.
Please tell me where the galaxy is!
Where does it end?
Praying to the galaxy, let you know that I do love you so!
This time, this life!
Next time, next life!
And forever lives!
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We are so impotent in love sometimes.
Sometimes we meet the right person at the wrong time.
Sometimes we meet the wrong person at the wrong time.
Sometimes we fall in love with the one,
we just have no title to move a step further.
It is a truly great regret!
I gaze at you taciturnly all of a sudden.
Expecting to see the geniality eyes again
with which makes me feel so warm.
The day before we reunite in the endless journey,
I will evermore cherish the memory of you.
The reminiscence of the difficulties we had gone through together.
That was faded away gradually.
I just remember the laughter which was caused by you majority.
Only if the wind is still blowing, I will miss you always.
I will look at the vastness of starry sky every night,
and beseech the starlight to ignite your ways.
I will din the wind into calling your name constantly.
We are apart from a very long distance, though.
Only if you would think of me gently
when I’m lonesome and tiredness.
Or you would remember me someday,
I was like a little star that flashed in your life once.
The inexhaustible affection will link us together to the eternity…….
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We regret, repent and remorse only when we have lost exhaustively.
Did she retire her love...
cast into the shadows...
this significant denial...
her world of dreams...
...her world of desire...
placed delicately into...
the all unassuming state
of involuntary convalescence...
His world contrived of impure
thoughts, lingers motionless...
the chemical after thought...
raised a warranted salute...
She now succeeds through
her art, and slips through the
passages of consoled literature...
Her inner spark demure...
without confrontation...
She will lead him back to
a timeless love...
her repertoire un fledging...
for she selvaged her passion...
For her pure desire was her
truth...
His impotent passion...
swallowed in her digression...
confusion well read stimulus...
sharp as a bullet-blunt as a knife...
...Her commitment to her love
...Her world without strife...
Hell awaits the night of the eclipse
Til the moon betrays the tides
It tells the waves to rise and awake
But tonight, the moon simply hides
The stars watch the flames in torment
As the smoke impedes their view
The sea stays silent and helpless
For the moon tells it not what to do
Blinded by darkness, no saviour is found
For the hero knows not what to save
Impotent, the moon thinks all is well
By faith, it commands not the waves
The lava is tirelessly reaching out
Trying to give new land its birth
But to bring forth its life, death must be found
As hell's fury is unleashed on earth
As the ocean sits in quiet frustration
The Heaven's cannot make a sound
The earth begs the sea for mercy
But no solace will ever be found
The moon that's been locked in darkness
Cries, as it watches earth's fate
For the eclipse is releasing its blindfold
But the hero has entered too late
Impotent
Unable to fertilize
Like flocks of Doves, on the wing,
words of love, you want me to sing.
To your heart, love you want me to bring,
instead, all you receive – arrows that sting,
for truth is my thing, that bell I must ring.
There seems nothing more, not another thing
I can do for me, or am able to do for you
that can make our dreams come true.
B. J. “A ” 2
March 4th 2003
Something maybe happens.
Something cannot let it happen.
But, it happens in life always!
And it is completely out of our expectations!
All in all, it is just an interlude that
has happened to us this time, this life!
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Life is such a very complicated matter.
Just we are so impotent when things happen sometimes.
There will be too many interludes happening in our lives.
Love is just an interlude amongst all.
sputtering poetry,
the impotent poet
tells me, she was
“…puttering around Pittsburg.”
potent poetry. perhaps,
alluring alliteration
potentially portends
the winch to wind up
this bucket of water.
diviner twitches, dips,
dares to deviate
direct, dilate.
like a mad scientist, moronic
not to move these ready-made
sputters into a test tube, shake
and let them explode!
an avid, alliterative logophile
holds the power to possess,
to render the procession of
spoken word into usefulness.
alert to the prowess of moving lips,
gears cranking creativity and giddiness,
glad tidings go on and on, when
sputtered with regards to my sister’s trip.
The Powerful commit
obese crimes
The Impotent commit
anemic mistakes
We use words the best way we can
To express everything
But something's are beyond words
And are impossible to define
Like who and what we truly are
And where we originate from
Yet still we keep on searching
For the words which really impossible to find
Like what is creation, what is the source?
Why am I hear?
How should I steer my course?
Where and what's the destination?
Is there ever and end?
What then comes after?
These are definitions that cannot be defined
Unless we go much deeper within our conscious mind
Because these answers are inside
But very hard to find
You can spend a lifetime
Searching all the time
And yet never find out
Yet this is not a waste of time
For the things you learn along the way
Will help you see how you're defined
Words will never express many things in life
But we keep grasping anyway
And will until the last
But life is more about the feeling
Than the words and questions we may ask.