Best Lucidity Poems
Good writing , like gold , combines lustrous lucidity with high density. What this means is good writing is packed with hints. ~ Eric Hoffer
And should I cherish lucid moments of my day
to dwell on how my words will paint the blue vellum?
Or dream that in those lucid thoughts may lie the way
to philosophies protected by dark pelham?
Soon to write my thoughts in a pleasing structured form,
I turn to flow my life for all to analyze.
Is it eloquence I seek, or a bright brainstorm
to loosely form coherent thoughts and crystallize?
Basking in boastful brilliance, words outflow freely,
purest unbridled revelry is extended
to writing fraught with inner secrets genteelly
hidden in subtle between-the-lines pretended.
Laying my pen aside, I read what is written.
Word by word, in silence, I am humbly smitten.
Categories:
lucidity, meaningful, poetry, words, writing,
Form:
Sonnet
Yellowstone in winter. Canyon Falls, Rutherford Park, Old Faithful. Of all the places we had ever visited, this was his favorite. Josh even named one of the elk after his mother. It was while enroute to Rutherford that we encountered the cow, along with her two calves. Blocking the road, she looked up at us as if to say, "Patience, patience." We understood. No babe should lose its mother.
The snow makes a crunching sound as I walk toward the rim of the canyon. The air is crisp and clean, the chill nips at my nose and ears. I watch the falls flowing mightily, endlessly, effortlessly. I muse to myself that eternity must be like Canyon Falls. Each molecule of water contributing to the whole in an unbroken, continuous flow. Not one is more or less important than the other. Everything in its proper time and place. Things are as they should be. The universe continues, the world keeps spinning. The sun seems so far away, as if on some distant journey far from here. Away from this miserable angst-filled planet we call earth. Who could blame it?
My God, he was just twenty-one. I tried, I swear I tried my best to be both mom and dad. But the White Lady ensnared him, seduced him, made him promises, told him she would ease his pain, make him forget. But she lied. She always lies. In the end she won. Smacked her lips, another victim. Another loss of a young life. So, so young. He wanted to be a medical researcher, to find a cure for the cancer that took his mother. Now he is with her. Maybe it was meant to be this way.
This ludicrous lucidity, like a fallen angel, keeps taunting me. Melancholy returns. Loneliness haunts my days and nights. The air is changing, the cold now seeping into my bones. Even my heart feels frozen. Frozen here, frozen in time. How I long to hear a voice. It's so god-awful quiet.
the allure of red
flaming poppy paradise
dreams crushed by abuse
Categories:
lucidity, addiction, loss, solitude,
Form:
Haibun
And I saw a new heaven and a
new earth: for the first heaven
and the first earth were passed
away; and there was no more sea
— Rev. 21:1
Satan is king of the sea
When he was cast out of heaven,
his star fell into the midst of the deep
And the dreaded armor-scaled whale arose,
with destroying breaker waves
An unholy submarine terror is he
Jellyfish can fatally sting,
and Great white sharks
are devouring deadly
But the biggest, baddest fish in the sea
is Leviathan ... he’s the one
who swallowed up Jaws, baby
Moby Dick ain’t nothing but a mere goldfish
compared to this dark-scaled monstrosity
This hulking behemoth rules the sea —
King Poseidon ain’t nothing but a cabin boy,
his trident weapon is just a plastic fork toy
Mythical tales
drawn from the deep fountain fears of man
It’s frighteningly obvious indeed,
Leviathan rules the sea
King Neptune ain’t nothing but a fable,
a man-made up story water balloon
I’m sorry to burst the bubble,
all you doubters
Mythical tales
drawn from the deep fear wells of man
Yes, Leviathan is bad as they come ...
he will drag you 20,000 leagues under the sea,
my doubting daughter and son
Leviathan ain’t no tall tale;
he will swallow you whole,
then vomit your soul
into the bowels of hell
It’s scary obvious to me,
Leviathan rules the sea
Wake up from your watery sleep, people
Satan is real ...when will you believe?!
No worries though ...
in the end, God prevails over the Devil
This is so comforting to me —
for in the new earth there will be no sea
Categories:
lucidity, religion, spiritual, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Narrative
Dwindling minds
breeds clarity,
exhaling paved trepidation,
as gilded moon tides
shadow my fading lucidity.
Categories:
lucidity, anxiety, fear,
Form:
Free verse
Wrestling with consciousness
fading in and out,
the darkness threatens to sweep me away
Where am I?
How did I get here?
What happened?
No voice escapes my lips
dry, parched tongue mouths wordlessly
as dreams tangle with reality
swimmingly, a face appears
in a moment of lucidity
in the storm of incoherency
I remember your face
your love
your lifeline to me
a tenderness fills me with warmth,
as I sink back into the darkness
but now there is a light....
Categories:
lucidity, faith, health, husbandme,
Form:
Free verse
Lucidity (A Weavers Sonnet)
My eardrum bounces words like tennis balls,
and gathers urns of grief with mournful walls.
Why must I wrestle with the weight of sound,
why do they lie there like a graveyard mound?
I yearn for substance in selected scripts
designed to frame and fix a furrowed brow;
I pull forth words to rest upon my lips
and dare to harness nouns or verbs to plow.
Yet somehow tangled meanings still occur.
Until the heavens’ gates are flung apart
and every star agleam begins to blur
may lyrics wrap themselves in action’s chart.
Artistic wings may wake a sleeping cur
and stitch the yarn in every reader’s fur.
Categories:
lucidity, words, writing,
Form:
Sonnet
Shadows
fuliginous, dark
masking, concealing, cloaking
ambiguity, obscurity, visibility, clarity
seeking, configuring, connecting
uncovered, transparent
Lucidity
Categories:
lucidity, success,
Form:
Diamante
Sweet smells
of musky green love
hang high in the ceiling
close to were we are
an altitude high
hazy still state
laughs of swellness rain down
close to where we never dwell, sober and unswayed
it's hard to stand still in the rain
but heavens bliss is a blanket of innocence
red view in the rear view -lights flash
sweet bird softly land
birch blue is anew as life is
aglow, aglow, aglow
all around me
is all I know
please don't tell me I should go
outside it is getting late
policeman listen don't you know
people grow old waiting on their own lives to unfold
I want answers to loosen their hold on secrecy
let them dance with me
waltzing away
a ticket that's crisp as autumn is handed to me
last of him I hope to see, on to another steep fall into valleys of lucidity
COPYRIGHT @ NANCY BECKMAN
Categories:
lucidity, class, funny,
Form:
Blank verse
i was a child, pushing aphids into and popping them under my fingernails, letting their green corpses gather like dirt before sucking my fingertips clean.
my mother caught me and slapped my hands away from my mouth with a disgusted grunt.
i felt embarassed but acted ashamed, continuing my compulsion in secret; then, in two decades' time, i became an aphid.
Categories:
lucidity, addiction,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
I Am as I Am complete
Though ego opines otherwise
Invoking grace, we feel God’s heartbeat
What else does there remain for us to realize
—Unseeking Seeker
As shackles give way releasing unrest of odious impressions
trade winds blow and billow white sails to a loftier altitude
Spiral shells ohm on a day reborn, under marmalade horizons
As darkness dissipates, tenderness repairs a truculent attitude
I Am absorbed in an epiphany of unfathomable transparency
As a single pulsation, a strong current, a vital force reminding
of both exotic and familiar surroundings shivering in vivid vibrancy
As sorrows depart alas! unfurling the fabric once shrouded and binding
Images speak softly in purple pearl and fuchsias of every shade
An austere moon dwells o’er lonely stagnant seas, leaving ego to wither
Shadows of the past grasping tightly ‘neath a veil cease and fade
With unmerited mercy, I Am forgiven, and I too am a forgiver
Words unspoken freeing ever so chaste and elusively unspoilt,
from within the womb, there’s mother’s voice in silent lucidity
I Am the universe that surrounds me, avant an azure sky unfoilt,
an arrantly expansive spirit, body and soul, an ocean of great fluidity
Categories:
lucidity, feelings, forgiveness, freedom, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Witness the veil of lucid time
Asleep to awake, again to find
The moment always slipped away
The vanishing act of this present place
The word devoted to unwind
The threads of despair that intend to bind
The ways we now want to forgive
To the lack of a voice in how we lived
This moment offering reprieve
Upon realisation that what’s perceived
Is pain from pages burnt at last
As we fear the future will return to ash
The void within what we disturbed
The passing of anger never left unheard
The deepest loneliness we struck
More incentive to burn before we read the book
But witness the veil of lucid time
Asleep and awake, as we dream our lives
Between the past and future’s route
This moment exists if it is for truth
Categories:
lucidity, forgiveness, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form:
Lyric
Some say life is nothing but a dream
A river that flows, a sparkling stream
We’re born into this and most remain
Asleep, but few comprehension do gain
Carried by the flow they are no more
The truth turns them heavy at the core
Like stones they sink and go down deep
Once awake they cannot go back to sleep
They lay silent in the dark gathering moss
Eons pass, but it’s time well spent, no loss
Shaped and polished by time, the true artist
To emerge anew from the depth of her mist
Categories:
lucidity, life, metaphor,
Form:
Quatrain
Night I am cold, though viscera burning,
I have pierced on a spit my torso turning.
Supposedly decomposing, et cetera;
words as per usual, concerning;
Do suggest a plethora, array, of conjured synonyms.
Inspire in me apathy, disinterest;
say, so that I can find Sleep. But once darkness fell,
I peeked under my pillow for it, and it was not there.
I even scrabbled around the flesh folds of dirtied blankets;
though I was compelled to make the gallant effort of
shifting the heft of my ungainly abdomen to one side;
My hand, adjoined in precarity, reached for my slowly pickling liver
in its jar on the shelf. Now you and I
acquainted in the present tense;
I extend my limbs, slender, so that you can't touch
the lazy pockets of fat inhabiting what I still seem to think is my Body,
stripping me of what could have been
a January summer in July;
Please help me fall asleep tonight in my own skin.
I clutch shards of ragged glass in my fists and take
a decadent sip from my bleeding palms;
these are metaphors flattened in tar and exhaustion,
and this is grief for images that will never be seen;
And my mind is stood hiding behind the curtain.
Drunkenly I tumble
into the arms of a Thesaurus with a mocking face,
and a man who loves for sport
26.01.2021, for Brian Strand's All Yours (Jan 26)
Categories:
lucidity, dream, good night, love,
Form:
Imagism
Lucidity
Leaping to another plane
Underneath a linen sheet;
Casting from my calm domain
In the quiet trance of sleep.
Dancing through a fiery rain,
Introversion, thinking deep,
Taunting thoughts throughout my brain,
Yes, I’m finally complete.
Categories:
lucidity, peace
Form:
Acrostic
swimming in my skies
you're the well of all my whys
sprinkling answers
on my heart your dew drops are ballerina dancers
you elevate my senses
betting my sanity the distance between the price and the expenses
you inspire
I desire
a wanting like fire
disciplined by you flying higher
the moon shyly veiled by adoring clouds
tried to reason your beauty and the mystery that shrouds
you mermaid of the skies
the sun for you sighs
you weaver of sun and moonlight
creating colors beyond sight
I see you blind
for you ,in me goes on the search to find
a universe inverse
tangential momentary gathering of all diverse
upon your leave ,all disperse
should I leave my lucidity behind and follow
will I keep track or fall on back as follows
I'll follow till you usually disappear
and the fear that my heart would reveal
for I've conceived and concealed every possible feel
I prefer you think I ponder in wonder
than in your adoration I'm in complete torturing slender
beautiful love pain
driving me insane
drive me mad more and more
as you do your sky diving soar
all real used to be a dreamed
all dreams needs a price to be redeemed
I pay my sanity
will I recognize my dreams when I beat gravity
when all you're waiting comes true
you will know was it really destined for you
look over your shoulder
tell her before you wished you told her
Tamer Hossam
Categories:
lucidity, absence, art, beautiful, change,
Form:
ABC