Best Indecision Poems
Enticed
by feminine allure
my resistance
crumbles
like a house of cards.
On brief reflection
I contemplate
the repercussion
of total surrender
or hurried retreat.
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© 17th March 2018
Lost in the valley of indecision
Forever caught between here and there
My mind is divided, my soul is torn
And monstrous phantoms are everywhere
There's neither light, nor is there darkness
Here in this barren oasis of grey
Trapped somewhere in between questions and answers
Groping and grasping to find my way
I'll lose my mind if I go on performing
This balancing act between madness and death
A stand is needed for yea or for nay
Or else very soon I may draw my last breath
Deciding that I cannot make a decision
Embracing the madness instead of this yoke
The phantoms encroaching, I suddenly jumped up
And out of this horrible nightmare I woke
© Mike Wise
9/17/14
Indecision!
No need to read between the lines.
By Stanley Russell Harris
(the new mad author)
and (Poetry Soup Honourably Mentioned)
No need to read between the lines.
There is nothing to be found.
Right way up, sideways, or upside down.
What you read is what you get.
There is nothing hidden and yet…
You are looking, I know you are.
Sorry, there is nothing, I know I am right.
As this is all what I do write.
Now day has turned into night.
So please digest what I have wrote.
As I lay here a simple bloke.
Although my writing, is not a joke.
Just read the words I did write.
They made no sense to me tonight.
Was just that writing bug, alright.
I thought, what the heck, I’ll let it write.
Although I have nothing to say!
That bug will write until its day.
I will, have the last word today!
Or was it night, I meant to say?
I think about you every day.
It hurts to leave.
It hurts to stay.
If you knew I'm not ok.
Maybe then I would choose to stay.
In the depths of my weary soul, I ponder,
Upon the choices made and paths forsaken.
A wistful whisper echoes, a song of wonder,
Of the road I did not take, now left unawakened.
Through veils of time, my memories unfold,
To a crossroad nestled 'neath a golden sky.
Two divergent trails, enticing and bold,
Each beckoning with a promise, I can't deny.
The first, paved with comfort and known terrain,
Lured me with familiarity's gentle embrace.
A steady path, devoid of fear and strain,
A life of ease, a tranquil resting place.
But the other, oh, the other was wild and untamed,
An uncharted journey, fraught with mystery.
Adventures aplenty, untold stories unclaimed,
A tempest of emotions, rapturous and free.
Yet fear gripped my heart, with its icy hold,
The uncertainty of the untrodden way.
What if I stumble? What if I grow cold?
What if my dreams falter, and my spirit wanes?
Regret now whispers softly in my ear,
Of the road I did not take, the path unexplored.
Its voice grows louder, fueled by the years,
A haunting echo of dreams forever ignored.
For life is a tapestry, woven with threads,
Of choices and chances, both great and small.
And though I've embraced the path that I tread,
The road I did not take still echoes its call.
But fret not, my weary soul, for it is not lost,
That road untraveled, its magic still remains.
For in dreams and musings, its beauty embossed,
A cherished longing, forever ingrained.
So, let me celebrate the choices I've made,
Embrace the road I have ventured upon.
For even as I wonder, my heart unswayed,
The road I did not take has made me strong.
And as I journey forward, with purpose and grace,
I'll carry the lessons of paths left behind.
For in the tapestry of life, every road finds its place,
And in the end, I'll cherish the road I did not take.
I wait for you
where the road splits in two,
I'm forced to remain
uncertain which path is mine,
yet certain you will come.
I will open my abyss for you,
not as a prison,
but as a place to rest:
for an afternoon so perfect
it could outlast time.
I know, as every moth must know,
that the flame is its destiny:
even though the light was never made
for moths.
She felt a little stifled
Like her whole life
Was on repeat
And she didn't embrace
The parts that were being rewind
She knew there had to be changes made
That all the "so called" comfort
She was accustomed to
Had to go
There was no amount
Of pretending that would wipe
That reality off the table
She had to cut ties
She had to wave goodbye
Even though she had on her
Jacket of indecision
It needed to go too
Or she would be left with
Questions she had no answers too
©091020162057
When Miss Doubtfire moved in
to their heart,
she entered dragon tail swinging
Plastered smiling walls of bachelor resistance
got knocked down
at every single candlelight date demolition
And as the henpeck frowns
rose from the rubble,
an arthropodic shell of a man
was kinda ready
to take a somewhat hard jellyfish stand
But those invertebrate indecisions
would most assuredly get a soft-belly planarian,
a silver hook-thru-the-nose golden band
As the calendar monthly moved closer
to the barracuda tied-knot day,
there was no getting away
from the starfish flip-flop stardust ...
betrothed mollusk ...
pillowy, bent-knee promise made
And that melted-butter, ducky vow
to firmly shut close
the proposed wedding plans gate ...
it went fence straddling again
With the solo living
nearing an end ...
finish line fast approaching —
That ball-and-chain, bold bunny hop jailbreak
was docile, turtle slug running late
Now every waffling, pansy beefcake
who dare procrastinate,
gon get the ring finger ‘cuff-link embrace
Any indecisive invertebrate
who care-free, foolishly hare hesitate
to skip the altar aisle gait —
They will receive
a Groundhog Day mirror fate:
Their spineless soul shall wake each morning,
with Little Boy Blue hard eyes ...
gazing steely
at their shrewish schoolmarm mate
Sadly looking with granite eyes,
at a face
they’ve come to learn to love to hate
The fusion of indecision and imprecision robs lives of vitality
Freezing minds in a state of petrified fear
That slays sagacity, perspicacity and versatility
In circumstances where room for a tear
Lives and survives in dreams and screams
Born from excess procrastination
Wrapped, strapped and capped in saline streams
Where strain and stress sail to an unknown destination
To accommodate losses tossed helter skelter by wasted time
Angry and hungry to the maximum
When time determines laggards can no longer climb
To the platform where reforms mete out sanctions against the podium
That condones pardons for omissions of standard operating procedures
To advance progress and minimize distress
In minds that fly to ply their trade in grudges and smudges
Meant to obliterate and digress the dress and tress
Indecision and its mate imprecision don
As they strut their tardy stuff
When the cult of progress and success they abandon
In favour of promoting snuff and bluff
As Kaizen pops up on the scene
Dismisses both indecision and imprecision
Banning them from society where their obscene
Attitude scampers to safety. Precision
Takes over proceedings
Revamps operations
Rejigs seedings
Repositioning and rearranging choices and voices in vocations and destinations
In which perspicacity and prompt decision making earn first berth
Followed by agility seeded second
Indecision and imprecision suffer dearth
And procrastination and obstination choose to abscond.
I must admit she’s beautiful.
I see her swagger towards me.
Yet I feel confused.
I am in an insoluble maze.
I am reminded of a marigold.
She loves me
She loves me not.
Bah! Waste of time.
To love or not to love?
That is no question.
I should know my feelings.
I am confused.
Do I love her?
Does she love me?
So gorgeous..
Everyone admires her.
New fashioned dress.
High stilettoes
Echoing in the street:
Come to me!
Come to me!
Yet I am afraid of her.
And I know not what to do!
It’s a mystery.
Is there a code for love?
I don’t know it.
Should I stay or go
Plunge into the ocean's depths
Where the unknown waits
* For Raul's "Journey" challenge
Am I staying or leaving?
I don’t know
Am I coming or going,
which way do I go?
So many decisions
bombarding me every which way
Will I leave tomorrow,
or should I’d left yesterday?
I’m caught in a conundrum,
seeing Stevie Wonder inner vision
Facing a catatonic meltdown,
in a state of vegetated indecision
Am I a man or am I a mouse,
should I go outside
or should I stay in the house?
Should I go knock on the door,
or call on the phone?
Gotta make decisions everyday —
but I don't know which one might be wrong
I’m stuck in a dilemma, at the crossroads
Got no map to show me which way to go
Perhaps the flip of a coin will let me know ...
maybe not, maybe so
Facing an existential crisis
of life changing dimensions,
got a batch full of vegetated indecisions
Does she like me,
do I like her?
Is this the right fit, I'm not sure
Do I stand up for myself,
or do I always bend?
Am I getting too fat,
am I getting too thin?
Will it be waffles and chicken,
or eggs and steak
There are so many dietary decisions to make
Do I stay heart smart or go fast food,
be strictly vegan or do buffet menu?
I’m trapped on a spinning carousel,
giving me vertigo blurred vision
Am I going up or am I going down?
I’m a Ferris wheel of vegetated indecision
Can’t seem to make up my mind
with any authority
The only thing I do know for sure is,
don’t pull the plug, please!
When Indecision
Is with you,
Let Patience,
Out weigh the thought.
The time you find,
You can’t make up your mind,
Then decision should
Be made not!
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Precision suffers fools badly
~ Indecision welcomes them gladly
Indecision makes
Put on hold the decisions
That need to be made
Postergating the actions
Delaying the life deserved
1-9-2016