Best Insignificance Poems
Blunt deadly weapons of mass destruction
electrify, fracture, and
jeopardize *****Sapiens
species (and entire biosphere)
continuity rent asunder
doomsday declared (nuclear winter
gallows humor spelt
with eternal snow day)
dystopian authors outflanked
nuclear fallout wreaks worst
rocky horror picture
effected upon mankind
global (worldwide)
big screen radioactive
wee willy weber webbing
materiel severely seared
sepsis poisons deoxyribo
nucleic acid future generations
organic fiber cursed
simultaneous single simulcast
broadcast airs live after Royal Wedding
audience participation demanded
bumping ugly fleshless
formed fruitless fatal fumes
anomalies all – blinded
beastial begotten bemoan
brethren brood
brutal burnt offerings
crackling, snapping,
and popping surreal muck
shapeless liquified populace
sloshing helter skelter
quests slither towards
aimless destination
bone a fied skeleton crews cruise
crying cretins creep cavalierly
crepuscular cratered city
cruel mushroom clouds
cloaked croaking cellophane charred
cancerous clumps career,
clomp continuously
chaos charts choking climate
cold comfort commanded collusion
commander in chief concurred
crumpled coveted constitution credo
crass conceit communicated
cooly came clean concerning
consensual coital cavort
crazy cream craving characterized
condoned combined crunching
crotch crab free **** -
condom free crux
contractual commingling
cashiered coverup
chic chica chick
cigerette chewing
clutched cocked club
choked chicken concluded
das capitol business
before he returned
to regularly broadcast program
the sea son finale
last chapter of human race
no winners, nor survivors
bleak contaminated Earth gasping
heaving jackknifed lost in vape
nonpareil planet reduced to vapor!
There you are, my Earth!
I see you here next to our Moon
In this wondrous book- zoomed-in,
You shine above the rest
With cars and people everywhere-
Bridges, trains, skyscrapers, jets
Blue oceans with majestic ships-
Those wonders of our age,
Right here upon your sphere exist,
You great, important, busy, busy world.
There you are, my Earth-
and yet-
Where are you, Earth?
Amid this endless cloud of dust
I can barely see you- just a tiny dot
In this wondrous book, zoomed out,
I find you on this page with straining eye
So lost inside our giant Milky Way
A drifting grain of sand in time
A microscopic, whirling speck,
One of the millions, billions, trillions
Caught in cosmic winds with all the rest-
Where are you, Earth?
August 25, 2018
Contest: Wonderstruck Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Reversible Poem: can be read downwards
and upwards.
The meekly
mollified man
subtly sews
his silently
simplistic sights
upon reality’s
rickety rufescent light .
Always left
lifelessly looming
beneath the brain’s
bashfully blurred
background
of benevolence.
Frankly flickering out
the faded flaws
whose firm
factual flames
of effectiveness
have by now
grimly grown
themselves
out of Life’s
limp lashes
of limelight .
Solemnly swearing
their silent
silken seas
of sorrow
into the
sulking sands
of insignificance .
On an insignificant shore during,
An insignificant afternoon,
A moment of pause within a frenzied day,
On this plinth I rest with you.
After all the climbing efforts to capture,
An elusive view of that starfish,
You speak of the beauty around us,
This is it, the sense of place.
Here, I find.
A common outcrop of rock,
One step up from the dirty sandy beach,
A sudden void in the folds of time,
The bay of Arauco around us,
With littered wasted shells of humanity.
My heart aligns with the to and fro,
Your soft tone looses against the splash,
As waves rhythm us into the horizon
Here, I sit.
My memories sweet and disturbing,
As clear as the seagulls sweeping before us,
Blow away in the soft flowing breeze of the afternoon.
The reply to my question that lingered, in a second
The answer comes into me with the spray of the ocean.
Frozen in pose together, lively in conversation
You reveal the innermost nature of your soul, and
I feel the change come over me,
Here, I know.
A grain of truth in this insignificant place,
while explorations continue around us,
It took me three decades and a second,
An obvious quest for a new beginning.
Around us they climb and observe, all having their own,
A photograph, a particle of sun, a moment.
You, my student, exposed and open, and I,
Safe with you, accepted my new duties,
Here, I am.
On an insignificant shore during,
An insignificant afternoon,
Time released me from the flight.
I cleaned the sand between my toes,
And stepped down launched anew,
No more entanglements and dispersals.
You spoke of that moment between us,
I smiled. That was the moment, my new beginning,
There, I forgave all.
The Owl of Insignificance
It happened on the eve of May
From a dream awoken so tense
As the pounding of his lonely heart
Brought rhythmic relief to the silence
As he listened to the beating thoughts
Ideas began to make sense
So he pondered puzzle pieces
All the what’s and why’s of whence
But some things don’t have answers
So he laid there in suspense
And wished that he could somehow find
That piece of evidence
The sign that he could matter somehow
In a universe that’s so immense
Or that he was just a victim
In a life of circumstance
A slave to the tomorrows
Of all the don’ts and can'ts
Carved on the martyr’s tombstones
By social sycophants
So long he lay there thinking thoughts
That came with no relents
Every aspect of existence
And all of its extents
Until he finally had the thought
Maybe I’m to dense
Maybe all the what’s and why’s
Are of no consequence
So he sat there in the silence
Freed his mind of raves and rants
When from outside of the window
He then heard a voice commence
The words rang out with wisdom
Who who who the echoing chants
So he let the word consume him
And at once it all made sense
That who is all that matters
Who one represents
From whom they seek forgiveness
For who a soul repents
Then he felt a loving presence
Come relieve his discontents
And as he looked beyond the shadows
Of his dying false pretense
He realized the value
of his insignificance
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
The color of love will prevail: we, white,
black, yellow, red, shall pacify the clash
between good folks and ignorant, white trash,
haters who oppress others without right!
In numbers, unity explodes like night
afire with light (like a delivering flash!)
swiftly tearing down hate with a loud crash,
silencing bigotry's bark, and racism's slight.
For none can dismantle the message of
bold, fearless Youth who challenge the old view,
and share a new worldview proclaiming love,
justice, and equal rights we never knew.
Our tribes can live in peace and rise above
as one, working together as one hue.
Is there something so unique about us
It must be studied
Rats in a maze
Trapped between testing success and error
Predictable responses to critical impetus
The same trickery carefully edited
For the next information gathering phase
Caught between a fortune and a failure
Rats in a maze
The monkey in a box
Predictable programming for gaining essentials
Problem solutions for subsistence
Collecting data for analysed survey's
Finding ways to unpick the locks
And use this predilection
Towards abusive human exploitation
The rights of rats are insignificant
The plans of tyrants prove their competence
THE EYE WORLD EYE LAW
In yet another human experiment
Insignificance
The monkey in a box
These ragged shards of breath, catching in my lungs with grasping fingers of jagged glass
Howling tormented wolves in my mind, clawing and shredding the last remnants of the last
Desperate attempts to live, temerarious in the quest to quench their thirst with blood
Monsters lurk in the shadows of my eyes, hungry for my conscious suffering
No rest, no peace, no sleep for sinners, servants to a greater ill, mindless revolutions of pain
Spinning endlessly in space, reaching for a cold and distant sun without the light of lies
A frozen, broken waste stretches in the expanse of my eyes, terror stalking ceaselessly
In every hidden juncture of the labyrinth of my mind, dark embodiments of hatred, shame, and anger
My eyelids are weighted, crusted in the sands of the blazing desert of my soul
Scraping away my retina with every blink, gasp, choke for air, smothering and breathless
Into infinity I carry loneliness, alone, unwept, unsung, swept into the vast waters of time
Drowning in the enormity of insignificance I wait, sleepless.
So small
insignificant it would seem
Alone
Waving in the wind
From the view
point
Of the dirt
Looking up
Wanting to be
More
Never realizing
Just how
Important
A blade of grass
really is
If only a blade can
Look from above
It would see
All the
Blades surrounding it
Never alone
Always holding
The earth
together
So the
Pressures from the
Elements
Don't wash
Away
No matter how
Insignificant
You may feel
You are needed
And wanted
And you my blade
Are holding
Your spot on the earth
To keep it from
Washing away.
How deep are our souls?
The immeasurable depths,
To which each individual delves
Only to revel in the question
Of their significance
The first breath of each day
Gives minutes away,
To who? To me, myself and I?
No, others who believe they are important
Not restrained from the question
Of their own significance
Shallow puddles take time
To refill, how long? When each raindrop
Falls in a different manner,
However, no one is there to ask the question
Of their own significance
Some can sit and wonder, ponder
Why certain names are better known
Than others. Why achieve?
Why not bother? But be there to ask the question
Of their own significance
Dreams are illusions or quite not,
Yet a fuel to light someone’s future.
Love like a candle can be lighted by anyone,
Just always, answer the question
Of your own significance
INSIGNIFICANCE
On earth’s unimagined vastness we creep
Yet unaware that she swims an even vaster pool
Whose abysses can not be plumbed deep
By the longest line of reasoning or rule
Each man tills his small part of the orb
But the plough merely scratches the surface
Leaving her with no permanent mark on her robe
Pyramids and walls the sand will efface
As children seeking flies on the water or sand
Or men in dreams wandering down endless lanes
Each aspires to arrange, to control, to understand,
But controlling nothing, not even himself as he wanes
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Written By Sydney Peck
Entered in John Freeman's Contest
"Retread What You’ve Said, And say it Better"
What great dimension of the vast beyond
makes Earth a microscopic vagabond?
October 7, 2021
Premiere Contest:
Your Best Rhyming Couplet #3
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
extreme the hand snatch the cup
I will collect pride
very good morning my injured limbs
my sons
remember that time only disasters?
but everything in the flesh achieves healing
and already my defeats knew before:
the audacity of courage ignores
who will soon wear shame
she shrinks she hermit gets shy
spreads the sour scent of runaways
quarter to six I woke up
coffee how many sips did i take before i knew?
our trifle insignificance
on the outside it's just a skinny shell
in the middle nerve pulsate membrane
and in the core where it weighs tons
act the gargoyle
that accuses us of being nothing,
my injured limbs,
my sons
It's all
Concepts..
But somehow
Rendering an
Insignificance
To concepts
Cheers separation
In its persistent
And undisturbed
Lair..
Another concept...??
I’m not an artist
I’m not a genius
I’m not the largest or coming of Jesus
I’m not even close
Or even at most
I’m just a ghost and I’m draping my clothes
I’m just a debt
Another regret
I’m just a notion that you should forget
Just forget my face
I don’t have a place
I’m just an outline that will be erased
A needle in hay
I’m whispered away
I am just passing through no I’m not here to stay
This was not bad
This wasn’t the worst
I won’t be the last and I won’t be the first
A light empty sigh
They lay me to die
I’m just passing through so you should say goodbye
Entered unannounced
Exiting here
I disappear