Best Introspectionworld Poems
The glamorous uniform looked sharp in the posters about town.
Recruiters convinced the lad to join the Marines of great renown!
Reveille called, sergeants screamed, another tortuous day had begun!
He cried, "Lord, have mercy on me! What in the world have I done!"
The giddy lad proposed marriage to his beautiful young miss.
She happily concurred and he looked forward to years of bliss!
Now he has a common scold for a wife and a paucity of fun.
He lamented, "Lord, have mercy! What in the world have I done!"
The president-elect anticipated the perks and leading the nation,
And the dream of his dubious promises sailing through legislation.
He inherited unemployment, recession, wars and things left undone.
He puzzled, "Lord, have mercy! What in the world have I done!"
Assailed on all sides by savages and with things looking grim,
The impetuous Custer found himself hanging on to a sagging limb!
His last words might have been upon nearing life's setting sun:
"Oh, Lord! Have mercy on me! What in the world have I done!"
When we near the end of life's treacherous and rocky trail,
And are about to enter eternity through that mysterious veil,
We are apt to reflect on things we've done or left undone,
By pleading, "Oh, Lord have Mercy! What MIGHT I have done?"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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What are we to ourselves
lingo sought
scapegoats of our own identity
lost within the trials
of times temptations sought ~
to ne'er find struggle
we assail our own belief
and brashly condemn the world
for having the same frailty!
What are we ~
but children of contempt
for ourselves, for the intrusion
of someone else, who calmly
professes our identity
as if catching a foul ball in a park
left insidiously clean
by youth who gather there willingly
before the world has brought
their realness to themselves
Who are We!
but condemners of the wrath
that we feel for ourselves,
for the mistakes that led us to believe
the world had no choice, but to condemn us . . .
A child of virtue, when the world looked forward
and wars were fought for a decent outcome,
and not the perennial ideal of fighting for wars
to happen, to prove we had strength, and justice!
Who are we ~ now
while we are aging, and the memories are the same
as the ones of childhood, when we hurt ourselves
wondering, if we were worth the time to dream . . and love!
Who are We!!
On this world where I will to die,
the sun will set and rise,
it’s no surprise, that rivers will,
continue to flow and hearts and minds,
of all the creatures there,
will seek those pleasures,
all as sought before.
In my mind I see the creatures die,
the moon will wax and wane,
and forests full and lush will come and go,
more creatures smarter still,
with hearts and minds begin to dream and more,
knowing nothing of the world,
that came before.
Outside this world I call my mindful eye,
a sun and moon will rise and shine,
and lakes with life as lavish, I pass by,
more creatures still are plentiful and free,
with hearts and minds that dream,
of pleasures to unfold and makers of a world,
as yet untold!
Dear You,
Listen for God's sake!!
The world sends vibrations so frequently
you've memorized the frequency
and hear it a mile away drawing closer
...but when closer becomes here
eyes widen like deer uncertain of their doom
Man, must you fall in every pothole in your road?
A freelance daredevil rocking a unicycle, riding
haphazardly, aware of these obstacles while
brandishing a masochistic blindfold.
The wise side remains less bold,
self-scolding after the fact...
recounting every time you
shot an arrow in the sky,
then fell victim to your quiver
I know you lie awake at night
terrified of all your unsorted feelings
alone, they become real things...not clothes we wear for show
, and Steve, you're not alone...someone understands you...
she stares at her ceiling too wanting to filter truth
seeing herself as rootless, wandering and fitting in no one's mold
as tears spill over her cheeks, yours are damp from nights reflecting
Don't fear she doesn't exist...fear that you can't see with your head down...
Know that you must let go of your father.
His weight has drowned you far too long
and we must move on and tread the water.
...I know the day you met was the the beginning desent
and every day since has been quasi-apathetic
...but you know no father, only George
and up to that day, the world was yours
Take it back Steve, this world you allowed to slip past
as you realized no sense of entitlement, fight for it
and give it to your son...and no one can take it
once you've given it away.
The truth is uttered today,
like shadow followed me,
on moments rebelled,
penetrated and suffocated.
The truth,
apparition in the night,
in the silence,
when the thoughts are the loudest
like reprimand or subconscious revelation.
The world chiseled it onto my palms,
so deep it was hidden
in promises of the brighter days.
Ratified, it became relief now
since I do not exist anymore.
The embodiment I am of its inventors,
they eradicated me long time ago.
No, my tears will not catch them.
The world encapsulated like deaf walls,
it did not expect nor receive
apparition-me.
Shut your doors and lock them all
Close your blinds, block out the light
Cast yourself into darkness
Hide from the light of truth
Sit down, relax, let the sounds of your world crumbling
Echo through the vastness
Music to your ears
Dust swirls across shafts of brightness,
Seeping through the blinds
Would you care for a drink?
Tears in a cup of tinted glass
Quite the delicacy
The earth starts to groan
Convulsions
The tattered wooden walls crack
Slowly exposing the outside
The world beyond your walls
Comfortable?
Is there anything else your heart desires?
Roof tiles and bent nails fall on the hard ground just outside
Casting flickering shadows as they plummet past the windows
Glass now shattered, blinds torn
Close your eyes, let your heart slow its pace
Breathe in deep… slow…
Beams buckle and walls crumble
Light floods in
Cold
Dry air
All is laid to waste
Amidst the ruins, in a vast expanse
Of hard-packed dirt
Not a stone in sight
Only emptiness
Under a graying sky and a waning sun
Your check,
That'll be two hearts plus tax
Have a nice day
The song of the soul is not jazz
Lowliness crumbles beneath the bruised conscience
Its a new day but the world is still the same
Pajamas can create a riot when they are not washed
Dirt and disorderliness of the furniture can be really peaceful
But who would know that?
The unexplained-ness of the haywire life
one leads teaches the weary soul of the need
Of noise, more than harmony
Its like the unraveling of obscurity
When the whole world doesn't understand you,
You feel victorious
The destructive novelty blended with the
Stupendous childishness of ideas
Alienate...
Increasing the loneliness but helps in shaping up the mind:
Its like a strangler
Choking is pleasure when in an adventurous mood
And the zeal in discovering whats beyond logic
Puts imagination before facts
Yes, I'm dying
This time
I like it more than ever.
I should be perfect, I should be brave
I should know how a girl should behave.
Quiet, submissive, gentle and kind,
with control of myself and control of my mind.
I just want to gather my children and run
....so far away.
but I dont know, to many "mabeys" and "if's".
I should be their safety net,
where in this world do we belong?
I dont think we belong in this world gone wrong.
psalms 55:6-8 I said, "Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at
rest--I would flee far away and stay in the dessert;
I would hurry to my place of shelter far from the tempest and storm.
Stop the world,things move too fast
While trying to make the good things last
Precious moments they slip on by
Please slow it down
I try I try
Just for a moment
Let the world stay the same
I am tired of this rat race game
I just want time to think and breathe
Inhale exhale
Then relieve
The world is in a hurried rush
We lose ourselves
Fall out of touch
The simple things have come and gone
Just for a moment, from this moment on
Just for a lifetime
How long will that be
It isn’t up to you or me
So take each as if it were the last
And slow it down
Don’t move too fast
As we walk this road together
Around each winding turn
I will hold your hand forever
For the eternity that I yearn
Just for a moment
When your heart is in my hands
A loving smile remembers
This loving soul understands
When it is turned on you are under its spell,
You are cut off from all those around you instantly.
It captures your uttermost attention with its captivating images which eludes your mind.
You hear a voice next to you but there is no response.
A hand goes in font of your face for an instant and yet it has no bearing on you ,because you
are in its world and you have become one with it.
Your body sits motionless and your eyes widened like a frightened deer which had escaped
from its prey.
Control is not yours anymore;it is its totally...........
Until someone trips over a cord,then you regain consciousness to the world about you.
Choose your destiny, but your destination has already been prepared
you have only to follow the light of truth, with no cause to be scared
mercy is given to the merciful, and only in the land of the living
after returning to your heavenly abode, there is no longer forgiving
Know that the place to mend is here, and the time to achieve is now
passing into the world of souls, correction they will no longer allow
our personality traits are in need of repair, we must dig very deep below
if we fail to improve the error of our ways, forever will we remain low
Three things, jealousy, lust and honor remove us from this world
struggles of the body and duties of the soul, to us has this been hurled
we do not have the choice to desist from exerting our efforts, this is a must
heavenly eyes are watching, whether we will choose wisely and learn to trust
Encountering life’s trials and tribulations, mitigating circumstances they will weigh
what is required of us is to withstand, but for the right results we must surely pray
like in human affairs, judge your neighbor favorably is the correct way to go
becoming entangled in the net of gossip and slander, from them does sin flow
This world is the place where we are expected to toil, that is why we were created
at the end of this journey, we will finally see just how everything was interrelated
a person’s face in the image of G-d was he created, and yet we embarrass him so
his face turns red as he wishes himself dead, we have murdered him we must know
Those that lower themselves in this world, in the next they will be raised up high
everything is revealed, and for all the good you’ve done forgiveness you can rely
He neither sleeps not slumbers, throughout our lives G-d does patiently await
our shortcomings are no secret, despite our mistakes His love will never abate
The day is short and the work is great, consider your obligations the hour is late
how important it is to take stock, our destiny is ours and we control our own fate
suffice it to say when all else has passed, one thing alone remains to be said
look forward to what you acquired, eternal happiness, for you alone lies ahead
I hope you’re not to weary of what I have to say
Because I must ask this question before I close today
9/11 and its aftermath I’m confused so help me please
2900 lost that day nothing at which to sneeze
6000 dead more on other shores 43,000 wounded
So the question haunting in my mind like a clarion sounded
“One Nation under God”, isn’t that the umbrella of how we are founded
I’m curious what if what was done came from that sage advice
What if our leaders tried and they applied that holy guide
Stood up and bravely stated
We’re sorry for your pain please tell why we are so hated
What can we do let us help you I promise we truly care
Amazement in the world and respect for our response
Those killers would face the world and their derisive taunts
Every effort extended to fulfill the words of our umbrella
Only in that’s failure should we tell them fella
What comes next will be truly awful
We’ll come at you and here’s what we will do
So please take our hand let us help you stand or face your extinction
Because at one borders door you will hear our roar and to the other border we shall
march
Your nation will fail to exist you won’t get to sleep… your nation we will keep
You will be no more signs that Iraq and Afghanistan used to say, they now display
welcome to the USA
Seems far more logical than endless non-resolution…and oh the corruption death
and despair…get it done or don’t go.
Alone in this world I walk
A stranger in a world full of darkness
I travel in a sea of faces
Choosing a disguise to survive
Missing the wings I need to soar high
On my own
Passing the toys, crayons & glitter
The handmade wind chimes sparkling so proudly
And the shame that seperates me
The bones, the skeltons, the buried
Little pieces always remain
My life is a battleground
A war within that no one can see
That keeps you a stranger
I wear this mask to hide
Like a chameleon constantly changing
I perform so well I almost believe my own charade
I can be whomever you want
Except myself
Many have looked my way
But, few have ever really seen
Behind the masquerade that is me
It was the night of our Independence
When the clock struck twelve
Flowers bloomed in every nook
Every corner looked unreal
Tiny butterflies flew about
In hope of joining the fete
The men and women of all ages
Stepped out in garments galore
When the world slept peacefully
We entered a new era
The beggars stood in heavenly lights
From crackers bursting forth
Birds changed their sad songs
Singing of new and enchanting lands
No idea of the future
No clear path seen ahead
But men and beast rejoiced
The gaining of freedom
As the Earth opened its vast arms
To let entrapped soul fly
It was a vision of a miracle
On that fifteenth night of August
When the world slept peacefully
Category- Surreal, when the fact of the Independence of India is mixed with the
imaginations of the poet.
I live in the surreal and I like how it feels, I am much more the hero in there;
When reality strikes it fills me with fright and nobody about me cares.
In my own head, in that world instead, I am confident and handsome and bright;
And in my fantasy mind, the struggles I find always seem to turn out just right.
But to survive and stay alive I must visit where other people live;
Where I am awful plain and feel the pain of lacking the best God has to give.
When in that world I roam I am always alone and haven’t any friends;
In the world I prefer I am popular and my magnanimity never ends.
I am loved by all and have a ball; there are adventures every day;
Being too shy and a clumsy guy never seem to get in my way.
Real world folks think I’m a joke because I am always staring off into space;
They just aren’t aware and what do I care, when I’m in my special place.
Don’t feel bad for I am not sad that in your world I don’t fit in;
To tell the truth you are a bit uncouth in my surreal fantasy land;
But don’t despair for I wouldn’t dare be rude and mean in the surreal;
In my mind we are always kind because I know how you would feel.
NOTE: This poem was inspired by a response I received from Constance La France to a post I
posted on one of her blogs where she said, “I have one foot in reality and one foot in surreal..
and I like it there” – This gave birth to the line, “I live in the surreal and I like how it feels” – the
rest of the poem grew from those roots.