Best Insignificant Poems
Drained of opaque innocence
Perfected by your toxicity,
I was laid bare beneath the narcissistic sun,
Searing deep within dehydrated pupils,
Stripping my soul of all humanity,
until your sinister tongue was all I could hear.
Your empty promises clothed these bones;
running was no longer an option,
as hiding became nearly impossible within your shadows.
Voices, eating through my cerebral cortex,
tainted even the demons that resided within my mind.
Minuscule reminders of my life before became particles of dust,
floating through suffocating air,
choking the little oxygen you let me breathe,
until the poison became too much to take.
Falling to my knees, vomiting your vile lies,
my life flashed like motion pictures before my eyes.
A choice was given:
either purge—rip the cursed, stinging nettle from my veins,
or die under your cruelty.
I will not rot for an insignificant monster;
a cleansing is long overdue.
She's become lost in small
The oh so important insignificant
Living in her world of do, do
Doing so much
Accomplishing so little
Head down
Sun shining on top of her head
Complaining about the heat
Can't look up
Too concerned about her feet
Skin once dark
Now white like a sheet
Better moments
Floating past her head
Instead of seeing happy
She sees red instead
You might find her joyful
Unless you listen to what is said
She seems alive but inside she's dead
For her
others can't seem to get it right
Their failures, keep her up at night
Her disapproval rides high
She flys it like a kite
Subtley expressed
With a smile so bright
yet in her eyes there is no light
Hands by her side
In fists clenched tight
I'm left wondering
Is this really working for her
Rigid thoughts so solid
Now starting to blur
All those moments wasted
Completly lost for sure
If only she would listen
I would gladly talk to her
Instead
she grasps onto her small
So things they remain
just as they were
No other way of thinking
occurs to her
Still, I desire to see fully
Beneath the critical
To glimpse her beautiful
That enlargened wonderful
No more clinging to miserable
Within a single thought
Her life could start
True freedom within life's art
Right now and here
Best moment
better year
A less expectant
Gentler ear
Then she will find
Other small things that matter
Becoming less lost
Searching out softer ways
Exchanging a sharp tongue
For one of praise
Living to appreciate
No more wasted days
Less doing
More relaxing
Far more
Thankful
Blessed
okays!
I've found true love within our nature now;
For only when one sees how small he is,
How insignificant to the big man;
Can one feel empathy for trees or fish.
To the flower a tree is strong; sturdy;
Through the current, a fish is powerful;
Yet man destroys both with ease; remorseless.
And thus man then also destroys himself;
Raping and pillaging his own life source;
Encasing his survival behind glass.
And so too, do the huge corporations;
Suffocating that which keeps them afloat;
Enslaving the very souls of our youth;
Bastardizing natural compassion
And degrading our very innocence.
In a world of who has the bigger stick,
I'm just the trout at the end of the pole.
Ah! Spring! ‘Tis announced everywhere!
Grass turns green – birds grace the air
And at our feet, the ground becomes rife
With infant green sprigs – the beginning of Life
Upon a tree, tiny buds are there made
And in coming months will provide shade
To all that may find occasion to be
Frolicking there … under that tree.
Flowers in bloom, their colors explode
Inviting insects to come and freeload.
Sunshine, combined with spring rain,
Funds the eternal growing campaign
Spring’s the time when we can all see
Natures’ renewing of what Life can be
When all is compared to Natures’ Plan
We become insignificant, man.
Something Seemingly Insignificant and Unexpected Changed My Life Poetry Contest
I was gratefully raised in a talented musical family,
Chords and B-sharps were heard many times,
Such beautiful memories full of sweet melodies,
While I sat in my room writing my own rhymes.
One day in high school I decided to flip a coin,
On which instrument should I learn to play?
It was between the guitar and tuba horn,
Little did I know my heart would change that day.
I chose the guitar to take my soul on a flight,
A sounding board echoing through my essence,
I knew instantly my winsome decision I made was right,
So I worked hard and took delightful guitar lessons.
I learned harmonies soaring my gifts high to the sky,
As I still held my precious love to become a poetess,
I created compositions of songs, made mamma cry,
I knew from me she wouldn’t expect anything less.
Euphonies were conceived using God given gifts,
Lyrics with rhymes written out of my love for life,
Added to my heartfelt verses were my guitar rifts’,
For I know deep down I’ve never felt so freely alive.
From a small coin was born a natural way of living,
I became a lyricist writing melodies dear to my spirit,
For now, I am a versifier with my soul’s songs given,
My quintessence spreads my words for all to hear it.
Date Written: June 22, 2016
Your words are knives
And I have no more
Smiles to cover the
Scars.
Hollow eyes stare
Ahead at a crippled
Future.
Veins full with the
Poison of self-hatred
Pump to your
Heart.
A life wasted on
The horrors of the world.
A test subject born
To lose.
Added to the number
Of how many
Have failed.
An insignificant death.
4,600
Staring at the Universe a speck of decaying dust, roaming like restless rust
A sovereign statue underrated & unjust, searching solitudes of trust
With a mirage of mirrors in my view, steering my soul to scantly skew
Meticulously moving quizzically on cue, banished beneath the blue
We are Nomads of the rising Sun, surviving the fields of oblivion as one
First, we crawl, walk then run…exiting the earth when we are done
We are but a tear in the oceans of time, drowning in a downhill climb
A speck of lamented light or sublime, a phantom peripheral pantomime
Dormant death encroaches with remorse, only to silence and enforce
Invader of dreams like a Trojan-Horse, never deviating from its course
Stay awake from this slaving sleep, taking away your breath with a sweep
Does the lion lie with the sheep, when we cross the abyss of the deep?
March.01.2019
Dance of Death
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I put on my black leather trench coat from the wooden coat rack.
Wrapping the navy-blue scarf around my neck, I started to go outside to enjoy the night.
I watch the wind swirl the snow before me in the air and on the ground.
The snowflakes reflect the moon's bright blue light giving it a luster of things yet to come.
With the anticipation of the magic blooming in the air, I walk on.
Feasting on the night display of mother nature and her natural beautify, I gasp in wonder.
The moonlit trees dance as the wind blows off the snow.
I watch as the wind swirl again to the oil lit lamppost giving it a warm glow of radiated sparkling light.
I walk to the bench across the street, hearing the crunch of snow under my feet.
I brushed off the snow on the wooden slat bench and sat down with my unopened mug of hot chocolate.
The wind died down; I open my mug and stare at the crystal-clear sky full of magnificent stars.
There is one star I thought was a meteor when suddenly a loud thunderous clap permeated the air.
I gazed in astonishment at the eight Reindeer and a sleigh driven by St Nick.
I waved to him, and he waved back and wished me a Merry Christmas, and I him.
I said to myself, "Shirley, this is beautiful magic!" as I sip my hot chocolate.
As I enjoyed the warming flavors of my hot chocolate, St Nick landed his sleigh on the street.
I looked up, and he smiles, came over to me, and asked if he could have a drink.
"Yes, you can have a drink," as I handed the cup to him.
He drank the cup empty, smiled again at me.
With the finger to his nose, he magically refilled my cup.
He said to me, "You might want to answer your cell phone.”, with a twinkle in his eye.
I answered the dreaded call from the hospital only to find that my husband has been moved from ICU, and they can only say that it was a miracle.
I cried and cried and gave Santa a hug and thanked him.
He climbed back into his sleigh and nodded to me and said: "a small and insignificant gift can change the world."
In this time of Christmas season, what insignificant gift was given to us?
INSIGNIFICANT
I READ BETWEEN THE LINES TO GET TO THE TRUE MEANING
YET STILL IT ELUDES MY ABILITY TO UNDERSTAND
COMPREHENSION OF MY LIFE AND MY PURPOSE THERE-IN
ESCAPES FROM MY GRASP AS IF IT WERE A GRAIN OF SAND
WASHED AWAY IN THE TIDE
OF THE CHAOS THAT ENGULFS ME
NO TRACE OF ME REMAINS FOR THE FUTURE TO SEE
HERE FOR A TIME THEN GONE, INSIGNIFICANT I AM
HERE FOR A TIME THEN GONE FOREVER
INSIGNIFICANT, AS I AM
THE SHELL OF THIS MAN LAY WEATHERED AND BEATEN
AGAINST THE STORM THAT HAS RAGED THROUGH HIS LIFE
PROMISE AND PROGRESS FOR A TIME WAS THE DREAM
NOW HIS FAITH HAS FADED AWAY
LIKE THE SPIRIT OF THE MAN
THAT HE MAY ONCE HAVE BEEN
… SCATTERED, TATTERED, AND TORN, FALLEN AND BROKEN
NOT A HOPE IN THIS WORLD, NO PRAYER LEFT UNSPOKEN
UNANSWERED YES, IF THE TRUTH IS TO BE TOLD
FACING THE MIRROR TO RELEASE MYSELF
FROM THE LIES THAT HAVE TAKEN HOLD OF ME
WASHED AWAY IN THE TIDE OF THE CHAOS THAT SURROUNDS ME
NO TRACE OF ME WILL REMAIN FOR THE FUTURE TO SEE
HERE FOR A TIME THEN GONE, INSIGNIFICANT I AM
HERE FOR A TIME THEN GONE FOREVER,
INSIGNIFICANT, YES I AM
heat
present
engaging
our fingers locked
love overt and words so not important
17/04/2011
A story
Of an insignificant mother trailed.
When sledgehammered, pickaxed
Excavated, craned and the progress of
The ceaseless destruction of
Demolished construction railed.
So is a story
Of an insignificant mother trailed.
With wings flapped and heart ached, the dove
An emblem of peace hovered for some tranquility for itself,
As the stuccoes tore to rain
With rusted flatirons and hanging windowpanes.
So is a story
Of an insignificant mother trailed.
Her silent shrieks and mum squeals
With chaos within and mayhem sealed,
As the bricks crumpled down
And built heaps on heaths.
So is a story
Of an insignificant mother trailed.
Then some final cavalcades,
And encroaching gust
Of wrecking ball reconvened
And collapsing of the structure prevailed.
So is a story
Of an insignificant mother trailed.
Thrust onto the ground,
Smashed and crushed
Her nest that was on the old windowpane
With two little hatchlings dead and broken.
So is a story
Of an insignificant mother trailed.
Soaked and smeared was the sod
With trivial bloodstains,
As a merely existing mother
Lost her kids to developments.
So is a story
Of an insignificant mother trailed.
As the smokes of ruination came to rest
With dust of mourns settling on her crest,
Flew she away with unseen tears on facade
To an unknown destination of maybe another catastrophic shade.
So is a story
Of an insignificant mother trailed.
From: India
Copyright ©: 31 July,2016
Christmas Day of twenty-fifteen,
Was the worst in many years.
It should've been a happy time,
But it was bad with many tears.
We walked into my brother's house,
Following behind my two little boys.
Expecting an inviting welcome but,
Instant silence replaced the noise.
Had we entered the wrong house?
Because it was very clear to see.
Although we were certainly invited,
No one was happy to see us three!
Silent glares from frowning faces,
Did I enter the wrong damn space?
Confused, I sat and wondered why,
Why did we feel so out of place?
Now it's time to enjoy the meal,
That was prepared for everyone.
I turned and looked at the table,
No spot was there for either son.
Finally, there was open seats,
Next to empty plates & crumbs.
They ate like they hadn't in days,
Reminded me of starving bums.
As I held back the painful tears,
That threatened then to overflow.
Don't they see that I'm really trying,
To understand what I do not know?
I couldn't comprehend back then,
What I have come to clearly see.
Knowing we weren't wanted there,
And you still invited the boys & me?
To you my pain was insignificant,
It ripped a canyon in my heart!
Tell me how to repair this damage,
When I don't know where to start?
Read letters to the left of the word (red) from "a" down to "y" then repeat for the word (blue)!
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With very little knowing and harmless intention, a(red) s(blue)nack will tide me over til’ dinner
You should not be hasty, nor should you be satiety, my d(red)ad a(blue)dmits this and my
mouth should be thinner
The marketplace is full of u(red)nwrapped d(blue)elights, that will satisfy idol time in
boarding
Father also says my hunger deepens as my groomed dinner cheapens because I l(red)ay
i(blue)n hiding I’m hoarding
HE knows what I need and shuns what I want t(red)o s(blue)how what I deed to nuns what I
hant
Weep moans as I feed but none e(red)aten t(blue)hought Deep groans as I bleed
but none neaten fought
This snack could not, what I dreamt it would r(red)eally i(blue)nvoke commodious cover with
nothing a hoax
My Daddy was right should I vomit or choke should I promise to y(red)oke c(blue)an I
lawlessly coax
My daddy says NO, but HE still loves me, HE just says it, and then it is so
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~This piece is drawn into true essence with the vacillating grouping of
letters; entities separated by colours red and blue (which are in parentheses because there
is no colour in this program). This will truly
endow the understanding of this piece when collected after the first
read and then at least two more readings as the ambiguity of chosen
terminology unfolds respectably even within the contents of each line.
If it is change I want to see in the world,
I better start with me.
I need to let go of my past
and set my soul free.
The struggles in my past,
have made me who I am today.
I’ve done things I’m not proud of,
I was lost and wandered astray.
Today becomes yesterday
and in a cycle it goes.
My ambition to become
something more grows and grows.
All I've ever wanted
was something to live for.
I don’t want to feel
insignificant anymore.
To write a poem of which make a person change
is not so insignificant and strange
Without those people things will always be the same
then their would be the blaming game
I write this poem to the Insignificant out their
because they do not deserve the bad stare
To write a poem of which make a person change
is not so insignificant and strange
Without those people we would not be guessing
people would just plane stressing
I do understand how feeling are
because I do stare into the star
To write a poem of which make a person change
is not so insignificant and strange
Without those people we could not be our selves
people would just give up and leave things on shelves
I do think people that is insignificant are life batter
because everyone in life is not insignificant they all matter