Best Introspectionsun Poems
Though the streets have changed and
the houses not quite the same...I can
still feel the grey of chasing the sun on
a rainy day...and tasting teardrops that
have no way...
The skyline has moved and what was in
front of me then, wavers in my mind
with little room to bend..Its like chasing
the sun on a rainy day..and hearing words
with little to say...
Some faces are gone, some just wear life
like a hat. The voices still strong and not
an eye to bat...Still its like chasing
the sun on a rainy day.. and holding kisses that
want so much to stay..
My eyes see a painting that's still not done,
some colors washed in and a few on the run..
That's why I'm always chasing the sun on
a rainy day... and keeping foldaway dreams that
can never run or stray...
It was suggested that I plan my
Own funeral
The entities living on me
In me
Have ensured that I will not last forever
I lived quietly among my family for eons
Uninhabited
But never lonely
Then the entities came
Looking for virgin land
Wild and free
With no history
- as far as they were concerned
They lived here peaceably
For a hundred sun orbits
And multiplied and prospered
They had brought life forms with them
And they, too
Multiplied and prospered
Until I became overcrowded
The entities
Moved out of their original small settlements
And built vast cities
Which necessitated digging into my soil
Blasting my hills
Retraining my rivers’ natural paths
They melted my poles
And emptied my oceans
Soon I was covered in concrete
They polluted the air
The land
The water
Until I lay in spoils
Dying
So now I must plan my funeral
Brothers, play the music of the spheres for me
Mourners, pray to the sun for me
Remember how happy I was before
The occupation
The entities are finally leaving
In search of another virgin
Sisters, will you send out advance warnings?
“To the next victim:
Beware noisy unheeding beings
Who land with silver ships
And make false promises
I don’t know, maybe you can freeze them out
Or melt them down
Blow them away
Or shake them off
Or drown them
I hope you do not do what I did:
Accept them in peace
And hope”
I don’t know when or if these entities will ever learn
To respect what is not theirs
So I must plan my funeral
Brothers and sisters, could you combine
Your energies
To push me closer to the sun
I would like to be cremated
To return from whence I came
I do not wish to remain here
A forgotten
A dead dusty red planet
Alone
After a long hot summer's day
I sat and watched the sunset.
It seemed as if the air itself
Was hotter than any noon day sun.
The sun looked like a ball of molten fire
As it hung there in the western sky.
It felt as if the sun was setting
On the whole universe.
And as I watched the last few inches of
That great fireball disappear into the horizon
I wondered if the sun would reappear
The next morning.
Or decide that it was through and snuff
Itself out like a forgotten candle.
Life is full of uncertainties.
The best we can do is live our lives
Step by step, minute by minute.
And pray for rain. Josette Davis Key 2011
A young man eager with intentions but shy at heart
The sun had nearly dried his soul, yet he held
And her violent sickness still lingered in the darkness
He dwelled quietly in the basement under warm blankets
Alone apparent in the empty evenings pining for everything
And then a jerk, hard and firm, like a helpful noose
To the crucible of command, burning over his men
His voice strained in the dust and drought
As the sun once again flailed fat from his flanks
A ripe piglet for the blades of men, a hard path
The red ran out of the rose, and much for misery
No more simple smiles, just pain and pressure
His skin began to blister, there was nothing left to do
Late one night he gave in and the shell began to form
Wrought iron, his soul would forever be tempered
Harder it grew, though he wished to remain supple
There was no choice, no option, and then the return
A gap in guard but then a new blaze on the horizon
No rest, no hope, no more candles, just more iron
Complete armor for the onslaught, just to survive
But with that iron, with that protection came a darkness
Ferrous parts drew out from the air an ill corrosion
It grew and grew on the outer shell, but he could not see.
Another ally? They would not mistake his kindness
This darkness would speak for him, speak his piece
No need for love or selflessness, no need for others
Just his own needs, no one else matters, only him
The darkness spoke volumes and he relented
"Take what you want, the heck with the rest, they are weak"
And he allowed it, he indulged it, he became It
The dark clouds are approaching they come in from the west
I run to escape them but then I stop to rest
I really should have known I can't outrun the clouds
They blot out the sun the future's what they shroud.
In times of trouble I look inward my mind starts to wander
Drift back through time when memories were fonder
I look at my heart there's this emptiness it’s just like a hole
It changes my thinking, tainting my soul.
The rain becomes teardrop millions of tears
Shed from the sorrow of so many years
Just when you thought the sun would never return
The light fills the sky with the things that I've learned.
Light that's so bright that it's starting to burn
Never quite certain of what it is I yearn
The road seems endless you never reach the end
Destinations are hidden buried in intentions I send.
A voice seems to remind me what I need to do
Troubles just vanish when I'm around you
People pass by maybe to just catch a view
The future's determined by the things that we do.
Sometimes I wish that I could just fit in
That I would just start when it’s time to begin
But it seems like God has a different plan for me
With an open heart, my eyes begin to see.
Sometime I wish because I don’t know what to do
A voice calls to me and then I make it through
I know I’m not stupid yet sometimes I can’t comprehend
That all that you receive comes from what you shall send.
Sometimes I wish for something a little better
But it’s raining today and I only get wetter
In the end the sun will finally return
I reap the benefits of what I yearn.
Sometimes I fit in though I really don’t have to
Everything I say becomes defined by what I do
I stand here alone yet I’ll always be with you
The sun shall always shine in a sky that is blue.
Sometimes I fit in but there isn’t much need
Maybe it is the desire to plant another seed?
We all reap the harvest of the seeds we have sown
Then we can view how much we have grown…
Form:
caught in the middle between black and white
caught betwixt the sun and the crescent moonlight
you pen in metaphor, oblique is your write
my perspective more plain, but it's only my side
answers sought from the wisdom of the sage
curtains that won't rise on the actor's stage
hopes that get caught in a very small cage
the book that I read has a blank last page
how do I get in--push on through
dots that won't connect between me and you
rain pours down from the constant monsoon
it's always darkest before the sky is blue
far to the West--lays the promise land
where we once walked hand in hand
things keep shifting like the desert sand
nothing ever turns out exactly as planned
caught in the middle between black and white
caught betwixt the sun and the crescent moonlight
riddling the pain of your heart's fight
all that is past bringing tears to my eyes