Best Messiness Poems
Why am I so wired
Wound up so tight
I think I might explode or crack
At the least little extra added pressure
It’s all way too much drama
Messiness and chaos for my liking
Enough is enough
I just can’t bear it
Don’t pile on any more
Everybody stop just relax
Take a breath
We can’t keep up this pace
Life isn’t supposed to be a race
AP: 3rd place, Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on December 18, 2018
Categories:
messiness, angst, anxiety, endurance, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
The coming and going of the seasons give us more than the springtimes, summers, autumns, and winters of our lives. It reflects the coming and going of the circumstances of our lives like the glassy surface of a pond that shows our faces radiant with joy or contorted with pain. - Gary Zukav
Spring silences the wintery chill,
flooding spirits with gentle,
concealed by the birth of new, the nature of beauty
on petals and leaves, colored by green trees,
inspired – in the breeze, on the song
who sings and believes…
Summer drifts out to the sea,
melodious singer, arriving to bring grace,
in amazing whispers, gentle and gifted,
reflecting the sun’s breath, gasping
creativity, in laughing stars
twinkling, reflecting a sincere heart…
Autumn paints the moments joyous,
polishing the night glossy,
leafing through the journal of dusty pages,
where melancholy forbids dreams dissuasion
cautioning the oaks and pines,
revealing the intimacy of a story’s insight…
Winter challenges the skies with gray,
soothing away the distant dread,
where angry blizzards, with awkward thoughts
encourage the drifts, the flakes, the icicles
to touch the nights with a silence
both blessed and brilliant, alive….
Seasons of hope, seasons of charm
teaching the spirit to let go of what’s gone,
to reach out to the forthcoming
with open hearts, open arms,
savoring the blessings brought to our lives
by the seasons He created…
Seasons designed
to encourage and brighten,
inspire and excite,
fulfill hearts and souls,
relieve worries and restore
so the whole world can see…
God Himself is the maker of peace
God, our Father
is the creativity that sees
beyond the messiness of life,
into the feelings that abide,
when He shines His brilliant light…
all over the world, all over the heart
all over the seasons
that can only be remembered
as the reasons
each heart feels grateful for the grace
that God provides throughout all time!
Categories:
messiness, appreciation, autumn, beauty, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
Going through troubles
Hiding my mistakes
Wading in the problems
I kinda feel like a fake
Hitting the bottom
Every time I try to climb
I’m buried in faults
And running out of time
The clock is going tick
And I have nowhere to run
Because they don’t know
I can’t rely on anyone
Struggling to keep my head
Fighting to stay on top
Feeling like I can never win
Feeling like a flop
So I hold my head up high
And push past the disarray
I know that I’ll find another one
But that will be another day
©Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.
Categories:
messiness, depression, stress,
Form:
Rhyme
A rope-line of commitments
keeps me busy and hobbled;
unable to move elsewhere
a difficult situation.
It’s like going on the whole rigmarole
prepared to sacrifice, willing to serve;
open to be wounded and -
attend to whatever needs to be done.
Oh, certain kinds of experience
make me realize it’s enduring
to get involved in the messiness
that life holds to each of us.
Seeing the aftermath of events,
unfolded in many settings;
a gauge to decipher life’s messages
having one’s heart in the right place.
Like Johann Sebastian Bach’s style
there’s a wavelength of question and answer;
such a unique way to understand
it implications to life’s ups and downs.
Categories:
messiness, hope, life, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Cobwebs And Other Nonessentials
There are things we often tend to forget.
Unimportant though they seem to be.
Clothes in a dryer, not started, still wet.
I'm sure it's happened to you and me.
The gathering of cobwebs in a corner,
And dust left high on the top shelf,
May make a room seem out of order,
But not if messiness pleases yourself.
Many autumn leaves are left in the gutter.
They don't find much cause to complain.
So why should anyone mumble and mutter?
Let them get washed away by the rain.
Nonessentials are things that we don't need,
But that doesn't mean we value them less.
A cage that once held a bird that's been freed
Now serves much better as that bird's nest.
Clothes not worn because they need ironing,
Because wrinkles show more than a smidge.
It's hard to remember, unless we are trying,
To clean the food stuck in back of the fridge.
It's not being lazy of which I dare speak.
Sometimes we just don't seem to care.
We should fix that board with the creak
And put overdue color in graying hair.
Does this train of thought amuse you?
That's much better than wearing a frown.
When next you see a cobweb that's new,
Shoo the spider before sweeping it down.
Categories:
messiness, humorous, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
If I could sell away some baggage
Tears and fears would be first to list
My hubbies lackadaisacal attitude
My sore joints and perfectionist tendencies
My son's messiness and lack of sage
Clutter and papers need not exist
Inheritance clutter has in'eptitude
Weighing heavy on my thoughts
For the contest by SKAT
9/6/12
Categories:
messiness, family, life, nature,
Form:
Couplet
Seeing my reflections covered
Never to be discovered
As I lay down this thick paint
Wanting not to faint
Absorbing all the color of Christmas Eve
Hoping I don’t mess up and deceive
If I do even one thing wrong
My life wont be a happy song
Everything has to be perfect or it’s my fault
Just as perfect when you have to pole vault
Mess up one thing its not good
Looking me up and down as they stood
To my surprise they liked the messiness
Because my windows were like Christmas
With snowmen of plenty and Santa Clause
And lots of reindeer with big brown paws
People walk by to look and to gander
This I know is the best December
By: Cherica Eckiwaudah
November 24, 2009
Categories:
messiness, holiday
Form:
Couplet
I do not fear the messiness of death—
The cold, dreamless sleep, ghastly blue.
What I fear at my last breath
Is total separation from you.
All that we had together, all that we knew
Will be as if they never were, not even a blur.
I cannot abide the thought, nor think it true
For such to be seems to me an ungodly slur.
Some atheists say this fear I artlessly confess
Explains why man had to make Gods.
Even so, my life-long faith eases my distress.
It sweetly whispers: faithless claims are frauds.
Categories:
messiness, death, faith, , atheist,
Form:
Rhyme
The mishmash mayhem of jumbled clutter
at first seems to be confusion's cause.
But after tidying up, nothing can be found.
Nothing is where you left it lying, easy to find again.
Last in, first out is the principle of your piles and stacks
of assorted unsorted stuff you left lying all around you.
As you contemplate clearing up the mess to see your desk,
the gathered hodgepodge medley of mess
hums a melody, a ditty in warning:
"Messiness is the sign of creativity"
"If a cluttered desk begets a cluttered mind,
what does a cleared empty desk beget?"
Enough already! I want to be more creative!
It’s not a mess, it's inspired creativity on active duty!
Categories:
messiness, creation, home, homework, house,
Form:
Free verse
Face framed ornate, or curl corner blu tacked up
Childhood fanciful daring must softly be contained
Dispicable hovers inside cherub cheeked adorable
Challenge for enamoured to create correct shape
Administer discipline with compassion entangled
Potential beckons infant innately curious
Toddler discovery meshed with messiness
Woven with wonderment routine can't limit
Succumbed mother disowns justifiable furious
Besotted witness, sure estate for mischief
Nudging daughters towards beings approved
Beyond old rigidity, modern option multiples
Youth spoken forums we're foreigners to
Images of genuine and fake indiscernible
Listened to lunacy delivers messages askew
Duty to daughters reflect our similarity
Penciled declarations stuck to fridge
Devotedness focussed on child precious
Inflated effort, parents' universal currency
Whether meagre expenditure, or excess
Snippets of your prosper are written in me
Lawyer loads clothes into washing machine
Submerged both classes in a world severe
Puppets of striving in fast passed society
Consumer boom boldly commandeered
Disparity reveals parental symmetry amazing
Faithfully accommodating girls' shifting needs
Working mothers, each of us 'unaccompanied'
Various sized resources serve child raising
Sacrifice made by dedicated souls equally
Providing guidance, friendship gripes quieten
Line of latitude curved by desire to control
Old school wisdom bolsters brains susceptible
Dramatised screen infused new century children
Content quickly spirals into unacceptable
Desperately hoping, we Mother soldiers
Shield children from future provocation
Hold fort, nest feathered dedication
Thrusted comfort, reluctant scolders
Admist mixed rails, reliable station
Within swayed pre teen trajectory
Sturdy parenting depots journey
Home stands firm from outside duress
Finances overshadowed by reliability
Partnered peers approve sole success
17th July 2020
Categories:
messiness, age, baby, child, class,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Fueled by
a schizoid frenzy
in an
angers intensity
and
loves acidity
Sparked by
a passions blazing
in an
array of crayons
and
blank faced canvas
Ignited by
a lovers raging
in an
unleashing of scribbling
and
vivid colors releasing
Fired by
a wild appeasing
in an
mind blowing flow
and
caught up in throws
Cooled by
an abstract messiness
in an
anger well spent
and
into the closet
This Scribbled Face Went!
Categories:
messiness, anger, art,
Form:
Free verse
She didn’t run – she walked
Her hands by her side
Graceful and girly, like a lady
She was certainly ladylike
I was her girl, her baby
The twinkle in her eye
And the scatterbrained reminder
That love is never silent
One afternoon
As the sun embraced my thoughts
And laughter spun joy through my heart
There were flowers in the meadow
Daisies that had such happy faces
And I was drawn to them the way that
The moon seems to attract the stars
I ran messily toward the flowers
Not more than a few steps away from her
And I felt my heart giggle with delight
When I looked back at her behind me, running
Never more beautiful than in that moment
As sun poured across her shoulders
And I led her into the messiness
Of a childlike happiness and grace
At a gentle, innocent pace
Since that day so long ago - I always imagined
Her favorite flower was the daisy
A Tender Moment From Childhood Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Malabika Ray Choudhury
June 4, 2021
Categories:
messiness, childhood, inspirational, memory, mother
Form:
Free verse
I'm afraid of all of this mess that could possible occur
I'm afraid my heart can't handle what my brain can endure
I'm afraid of needing someone and that they might insure,
My happiness and well being so that loneliness is a blur
I don't know why my reflection is somewhat insecure,
But with you in my mirror I can see more than just allure
We're happy with each other, this I can assure
So let's forget the messiness, I hope that you infer
Categories:
messiness, love
Form:
Rhyme
A child is simply uncomplicated
neither inhibited, nor reflective, free.
Unencumbered by the past
not held-back by what lies ahead,
beyond care for contemplation.
Children -
jump in puddles, splash in the bath
create spontaneously
lose themselves in endless play
sing and laugh whenever they want
love old people dearly
have limitless imagination and curiosity
chortle and sing when playing together
eat stuff from the jar
are creative with their messiness
appreciate the tiniest things that matter
care not for caution nor hesitation
are fearless of consequences
are self-centred
are self-possessed
rightfully just so.
a gift for us
to share their joy of life,
and their boundless
enthusiasm for fun.
Let the children play -
they have so much to teach us.
Categories:
messiness, child, childhood, children, fun,
Form:
Free verse
Being a mess is all about perception,
It may just be a moment in time
when one is not experiencing perfection,
Emotional upheavals, stress and turmoil,
can make anyone seem like a "hot mess",
a pot of rice overboiled,
It only highlights the depth of their distress,
Everyone has good days and bad days,
Times when they shine brighter than a morning star,
Then there are the days when no matter what they do
they look and feel the way an over heated car would,
Is that bad or good?
No one is in a position to say,
because God made us all HUMAN,
IMPERFECT with QUIRKY WAYS.
Categories:
messiness, life
Form:
Light Verse