Best Instils Poems
Pick Yourself Up – Dust Yourself Down
Is there a glimmer of hope in this convoluted soup
Is there a sign that all is not such a cock-a-hoop?
I came in here with blind hope and faith
And sit here now with a sweet bitter taste
A poem I’d read after such a relaxing night
Tore at my heart with such fierce might
From one of poetry soup’s own “elite”
Threw her splintered soul down at our feet
Like many she’d felt that alluring pull
That, in its time, had made her feel full
Had filled her world, her life, her words
Now she’s left feeling so absurd
Betrayed? Or was it something more?
A hint of love, through silken words galore
We’ve all seen and heard the literary whore
Who builds you up then knocks down your door
How many times over these electronic years
Have we seen people left in tears
By the ruthless cyber predators
These cruel emotional interlopers
Whose whispers woo and wind and wend
Through frail emotions that they transcend
Until the soul thief’s goal reaches its end
Leaving shattered hearts that’ll never mend
But the poet that lingers within us all
Lulls damaged minds with an incessant call
Cuts through self-doubt and low self esteem
Reminds us it’s not all as it seems
Instils words to our damaged minds
Washes over actions and phrases so unkind
And builds us up once again
Gives us the courage to pick up our pen
No muse, nobody - outside influence
Will ever give us such confidence
But inside us all that incessant urge
Encourages us for our souls to purge
So let them out: those emotions raw
Throw open wide the windows and doors
Burst forth with words from your very core
Leave people pleading for more and more
So pick yourself up - dust yourself down
Do not sit and mope with a morbid frown
Unleash the poet, the scribe, the clown
Reach for that pen and “go to town”
Categories:
instils, betrayal, emotions, how i
Form:
Verse
I see a mountain and I wonder,
I see a river and I wonder,
What permeates their instincts;
Is it some permutation
Or some ever pertaining philosophy.
The consistency to flow,
The consistent grandeur,
The consistent magnanimous posture,
Instils in me a supreme passion,
A determinant instinct, to pursue,
And paint the world with such a beauty,
And fill it with the essence of purity,
The glory of truth and an inspirational glow.
Categories:
instils, autumn, blessing, encouraging, environment,
Form:
ABC
Alone I sit
staring at the cold grey sky
All around
winter's handiwork
so silent
so beautiful
fills the land
Drifting lazily upwards
pillars of smoke
rise ghost-like
from the chimneys
On the ground below
the freshly fallen snow
so quiet, so fragile
instils deep peace
within my soul
Standing alone in the distance
a church steeple
points majestically towards the sky
in silent testimony
of its God
Nothing stirs -
the sparrows have gone to bed
this cold winter's evening
dreaming pleasant dreams
of tomorrow's spring
when new life will take form
in Nature's world
or perhaps they dream
of yesterday's summer
when they flitted happily
from tree to tree
dancing in the sunshine
so happy to be alive
and free
Yet, dream on
my little friends
for even while you dream
cold winter must reign
a little while longer
still blessing the earth
with her deep silent beauty
--- as now the snow begins to fall
once more
Categories:
instils, beauty, bird, dream, happy,
Form:
Free verse
I remove my glasses to blur my view,
of my disgraceful face, that’s painted a strange hue.
Reality peers back at me, from the bottomless
shallow mirror,
My self peers back at me,
with disbelief, regret and horror.
I remove my glasses so that I cannot see,
that which I’m not and that which I’ve wanted to be.
I close my eyes, so I’m now in a trance,
of an alternate universe, a new theme,
a new life, a new romance.
I remove my glasses and put them aside,
and think back to better times, waiting
for my pain to subside.
But as I shuffle through my memories, relief -
I cannot seem to get,
because the past is filled with insurmountable regret.
I remove my glasses and put them in their case
and reminiscence about my beliefs, the dreams I used to chase.
But all this sorting reveals only mistakes,
mistakes, mistakes, mistakes
Oh, so many mistakes…
I remove my glasses because it’s time to sleep,
I wrench today’s goals from the thought bubble,
and discard them into the unachieved heap.
As I sink to the bottom of the bed at the end of the day I've fought,
I plummet into the depths of my innermost thought,
that preaches ‘useless’, ‘ worthless’, ‘hate’
that preaches ‘loser', ‘ugly’, ‘ late’
that dictates my action and my inaction,
that dictates my speech and my silence.
And as I lose myself to the seduction of rest,
I try to revive in me, an anticipation for the morrow -
a dying and hopeless, bedridden zest.
The sun will bring with it, a new day,
the day will begin coffee, sticky notes,
in the same old unaccomplishing way.
I will remove my glasses to blur my view,
I will remove my glasses to disillusion myself,
I will remove my glasses to remove myself
to a new fantasy, a new retreat, a new game.
I will remove my glasses to feed my escapism,
and let the footsteps of my desires lead me into a new daydream,
of wonder, success and fame.
But still,
I can hope.
And still,
I will hope,
that the morrow is not barren of new opportunities.
But still,
I can pray.
And still,
I will pray,
that the morning air instils a new confidence,
in me, as, from my lucid dreams, I wake,
in me, who limps behind the forerunners of the race.
For there is life to be loved, and life to be lived,
and mine is a future in the making,
a future to face.
Categories:
instils, anxiety, life, loneliness, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
We perused our world...
Entirety all seasons..
...secured all doubt...
...Defender in all dreams...
Love wish...
Candle light beckoned our call...
Temperance no height eludes...
...This love immortal - potent...
...In tender moment fear rears its head...
...Gentle with reminder... instils love message...
...This love before us...we do understand...
...with loves riches...God himself has blessed...
...When you look into the dark...
...I will hold your hand...
...With this love before you...
...With this love beside you...
...With this love I understand...
Categories:
instils, love, love,
Form:
Prose Poetry
POETRY is a process
not an artwork to admire. Words to say,
caught by the day,a one-off,’ as is’ moment,
images in sound.My voice spoken, a unique
sigh ‘twixt you and I.
A mayfly moment of the here and now,ethereal
and passing near, to create an oral impression
in a listener’s ear.My poetry long lies, undisturbed
and dormant on this p age. A dead object ‘til
the cadence of my voice intones, instils,
and the poetry process comes alive.
Listen to me recite my poetry on youtube under my pen name ichthyys
Categories:
instils, poetry,
Form:
Verse
Listen!
You will hear
So vicious
Instils fear
Extremely devious
As it appears
Yet so mysterious
As it disappears
Am so curious...
Wat 'er' nation!
Look!
You will see
Trillions in seas
Humming like bees
Day and night
Marching with might
In vivid sight
Wisdom I seek
Do they speak?
Wat 'er' nation!
Imagine!
The solidarity
By every entity
Perfect society
Unlike 'man-eat-man'
Together they stand
A fortified clan
Indeed I ask
Do they ever lack?
Wat 'er' nation!
to be cont...
Categories:
instils, art, beauty, mystery, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Despite the part bout growing old,
the old fool wants what he cant hold,
the love of some pretty babe,
thought ageless, but the mind instils,
a body past its use-by thrill,
is just an old fools way, Don
Categories:
instils, addiction,
Form:
Ballad
Whenever
I need to stay away
for just the shortest time
The feeling of loss pervades my soul
so essential are you to my psyche
When waking at dawn
you fill me with awe
your ever changing splendour
truly takes my breath away
To be parted from you
for just a day
instils feelings of sadness and loss
So when turning the corner upon my return
my heart skips a beat
overflowing with joy
A shimmering light
gleams down from above
enhancing kaleidoscopic hues
So different you look
each day
each night
drawing me close
you envelop my soul
with exquisite beauty
and ever changing moods
Living beside you is all I desire
The voice of your waves
your ebb and your flow
When I am with you
I am home...
Written 14th August 2019
Contest Name: My Home
Sponsor: LuLoo
2nd Place
Contest Brian's Select 2
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Categories:
instils, miss you,
Form:
Free verse
Just as I laughed, I cried
Just as I Thought, I lied,
Buried alive my emotions, I dried.
Just as I found myself, I again disappear,
Just as I geared up to fight, I got clear,
I am so down to earth; everyone instils inside me a fear.
Just as I got friends, I gained enemies,
Just as we united, we fall in dichotomy,
Understanding malformed to persuasion, relationship soaked in folly.
Just as I held hands, I slipped,
Just as I was kissed, I was cribbed,
Anonymously trapped in relation, my integrity got killed.
Just as I grew, I got condition,
Just as I flew, I got illusion,
Fallacy overpowered truth, I earned delusion.
Just as I tried to change, I got resistance,
Just as I hold to cry, I begged persistence,
Just as I transformed self, I was gifted “Isolation”.
Categories:
instils, imagination, introspection, sad, integrity,
Form:
Rhyme
as we sit still, befriending deep silence
melding with the void, surrendering will
presence forges with love, an alliance
divine magnetic currents, bliss instils
when earth life shapes us, upon the anvil
our mind body encounters turbulence
yet cave of our heart, is always tranquil
as we sit still, befriending deep silence
thoughts rested, no ego looking askance
our emptiness leaves no room for evil
paving way for divine entwined parlance
melding with the void, surrendering will
cyclic thoughts make mountains out of molehills
throwing our head and heart out of balance
thus turbidity continues until
presence forges with love, an alliance
inner alignment, bubbling innocence
negating worldly cacophony shrill
in harmony with the voice of conscience
divine magnetic currents, bliss instils
oh hermit, joy makes easy, path uphill
when we place upon God, full reliance
dwellers of void, drink nectar to their fill
with bliss bursting forth, in continuance
as we sit still
07-March-2021
Categories:
instils, spiritual,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
Earth life struggle, soul choice made by free will
Facing turbid winds, inhospitable
Challenges shapen us, upon the anvil
Until love enabled, consciousness stable
With clear light veiled, in this form we stumble
Weary from suffering, that makes us ill
We seek joy and freedom but unable
Earth life struggle, soul choice made by free will
Fears deepen darkness, a cold, clammy chill
In despair, we look to old parables
Seeking an exit from this life downhill
Facing turbid winds, inhospitable
Look not to heavens, for a miracle
Desire the devil, stagnation evil
Flowing like the breeze, make this life simple
Challenges shapen us, upon the anvil
Oh hermit! Know that our heart, love instils
Abide in silence, not mind that babbles
With a mindful eye, each impulse distil
Until love enabled, consciousness stable
Dwelling in the void, ego disable
Delighting each moment, in joyful thrill
Life a play, not a puzzle to juggle
Cessation allows joy to overspill
Earth life struggle, soul choice
01-March-2021
Written for: Rondeau Redouble- Life's Struggles- Challenge - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
(10 syllables per line checked on PS; refrain 5 words, as specified)
Categories:
instils, life, spiritual,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
The way the sunshine dangles from her smile,
The sways in the lines of her silhouette
And her story of heartbreak shaping her voice
Caused by the past villains met.
She leaps free and fierce
And is no longer afraid
For it is the ordinary ways
That pierced
Love's balloon;
Smeared the image of a perfect man's face.
It was because he chose lips over conversation,
Hips over company's elation and
Not sips of wine or art over humiliation.
Now, she dances in the shadow-tips
And studies his moves in notation.
A beckoning becoming of beauty.
He noticed her everyday skin.
His eyes tore through her in search of perfect aesthetics
And though the air took slow moments to pass, to reveal her helium
She has finally fallen in love with her everyday skin.
She owns gold bullions of insight
Taught through lessons of fight or flight.
Her perception instils belief in her ordinary beauty,
Refills her trust in knowing:
Mascara cannot be your armour.
Lipstick holds no intuition.
Plump lips can mumble words.
Glossy fingernails cannot scrape away fear.
A dull mind does not build a kaleidoscope-dream
And makeup cannot hide your true self.
She is beauty.
Categories:
instils, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
Line of inquiry:
“We have been here a thousand times before
Memory erased, each time we begin anew
Of hands held tenderly, we’ve lost the score
Each embrace virgin like fresh morning dew
To which image, oh dear soul, should we cling
For each heart was at some point of time dear
As we flow through life with zest, zeal and zing
In all forms we see God’s presence appear”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“As our soul passes through the annals of time immortal,
Each life I claim as mine looking through life’s portal.” ~~ The Poet ~~
As the perpetuity of an eternal flame,
My soul carries on, all memory I disclaim.
Each life fulfils a quest for human birth,
His grace offers breath and instils worth.
I believe then we come to know our Creator.
An inherent bond. No need for a translator.
Each baby has a God given virtue within.
The soul is pure and free from original sin.
This is the image to which we must cling.
Its inner existence is almost everything.
Over time the bond may ware on its edges.
Even veer from Him as we create wedges.
During each life at times faith may wane.
That deep seated bond can surface again
If we are able to cling to His presence,
Teachings of His love will be the essence.
We will make every hurt a stepping stone.
To joy such as we have never known.
Though life can be an arduous climb to bare.
We will reach the top, for God is there.
Categories:
instils, birth,
Form:
Quatrain
As my sunset soul dips into the ocean,
The moon rises with an eerie glow,
The darkness has a scary notion
Of its own.
As white hues turn to violet,
Then scarlet and to orange,
As cool wind starts to blow,
Ripen the seeds all sown.
The stars at the tip of my pen,
As she sits and stares at the silhouette,
Mesmerised by nature’s charm,
She thinks of it all.
As she looks at the stars,
In the sky engraved,
She sees those horrible scars,
Put down by us all,
With endangered,
Every being, big or small.
Still in this new found haven,
She sits down smitten,
As she swings on the peg of life,
Rocking gently between joy and strife.
Life flows on ,
Talking all,
Giving back none,
She now has avenged,
Taken her deserved revenge,
Instils it in our heart,
As you try to forget,
She gives it a kickstart,
Giving back tit for tat.
As my soul sets in the sea,
I finally let her be.......
04/12/2020
Rashi Soni
Categories:
instils, 7th grade, april, hurt,
Form:
Rhyme