Best Millenniums Poems
What is life?
Euphonies, cacophonies and chromosomal anomalies
intertangled destinies and illusive methodologies
Occurring in obscure dimensionless time
Millenniums fertilized to create the sublime
Perceived by ideations so pure it would seem
To exist beyond mind and to all in between.
Lingering as lore to an all distant past
There is no redo, there is no redraft.
The questions, the answers so rightly proclaimed
are composed and transported by thoughts still unnamed.
In limited struggle, the moments unspent
Become the result of a living lament.
In what and wherefore and why and with whom
we unwrap our existence in this paradoxical womb
Can we find meaning, a clear sign that we see
inclusive to all, this existential decree.
From naught made of all and conceived in a star,
we landed on earth, neither near nor afar
For reasons unknown and telegnosis unclear,
These salient projections are all jockeyed by fear
We stand in the way of unknowing surmise
And find the world is still much a surprise.
A quest overwhelming in distressed sanity
For answers not known play havoc to vanity.
To end these remarks with a questionable phrase
all becomes known in 'one of these days.'
SYNOPSIS
From the moment of birth to when we die, life presents us with dilemmas and questions that amuse, titillate and confuse us. As we get older, we realize that what we thought we knew was all pure conjecture. This poem is meant to reflect the myriad of disjointed thoughts that have run through my mind throughout the years. The "why me?" and "what is my purpose in life?" questions usually are met with ambiguity and incoherence.
Many of us are beleaguered with these conceits and although some find solace in religion, for people like me it becomes an existential never ending struggle.
CAK 8-18-2013
Categories:
millenniums, how i feel, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Timeless Cave
Hidden deep out of time on a limestone cliff
its entrance for the ages concealed
paw prints of cave bears on soft clay ground
and smoke-stained walls it harbored
but deeper, still deeper, farther in time
earth’s ancient origins still beckon
for an artist his palm prints left and man’s
greatest testament of eras bygone
panthers and cave lions on smoothed surfaces
lost voices from humanity’s past
he painted in the torches light from us closing
the distance and they all outlast
on cave walls, hyenas, and horses in flight
immortalized remains vibrant echoes
ringing through the millenniums
a masterpiece there lies
in the midst of stalactites and stalagmites,
man’s original Sistine Chapel still rests in peace.
Categories:
millenniums, art, time,
Form:
Free verse
Reflections of pink, and gold on heaven’s floor,
A hint of memories that came millenniums before,
And the radiance of God’s glory, from the heart's core,
Is a new dawn, for our taking.
In these shades of light, a narrative is spun,
Of women's strength and battles won,
For rights to choose, for equality won't be shun,
With each morning, a world's foundation shaking.
They rise for autonomy, their voices clear,
For choices over bodies, a future sincere,
Where decisions are theirs, with no shadow of fear,
With each morning, a new dawn's awakening.
Equal pay, a demand that echoes wide,
Breaking the chains of wage gaps, side by side,
A future where worth isn't unfairly denied,
With each morning, a brighter horizon breaking.
Promotions earned through merit and skill,
Not hindered by gender, a world to fulfill,
A future where glass ceilings shatter at will,
With each morning, progress relentless and unshaking.
Hope whispers of change, with each sunrise,
A world where justice and fairness arise,
Where women's rights, like the sun, shall rise,
With each morning, a future resolute for the taking.
Categories:
millenniums, rights, women,
Form:
Free verse
Community, what does it mean
And how does it come into being
Well what does the dictionary have to say
“A group of people living together in one place”
I guess that means were all in community
Though if I were to speak in honesty
It feels like we try to live separately
Living by the culture of our country
Which tells us, do it yourself
If your strong, you don’t ask for help
Life is about personal advancement
About money and accomplishments
Hold onto your hardships and pain
Keep striving for personal gain
So many lies deeply engrained
How will we create change?
Well I start with myself
I ask for help
I start with me
I be the change I want to see
I become an infectious contagion
In all of my relations
That could spread across a population
Even across the nations
I model my life after the master of love
Who dwells in the heavens above
He has brought millions even billions together
Over decades, centuries, even millenniums
So what else could be better
Than to faithfully follow him
He who said, I was anointed
to proclaim good news to the poor
to proclaim freedom for the prisoners
and recovery of sight for the blind,
to set the oppressed free”
and I say yeah that’s who I want to be
But unless I engage in community
Unless I get to know my fellow human beings
How can I help to set them free
So its time for me to put aside
Popular culture, foolish pride
Social codes, selfish ambitions
Old roads, and useless traditions
And blaze a brand new trail
With my life, write a new tale
Introduce a new theme
Add in a few more characters
And then dare to dream
About how my story could impact theirs
And their’s impact mine
Because maybe just, maybe
It might be better, might just be
Not to say, I did it on my own
All this, look I did it alone
No maybe it would be better
If we did it together
So that no matter what my lot
I can always know that I’ve got
Friends, right until the very end
Help, ready to be sent
Hands willing to be lent
So what need would I have for advancement
For money and accomplishment
I can find all that I need
Everything I seek from this life,
In relationship with fellow human beings
Community, Maybe this is what it means
Categories:
millenniums, christian, friendship, inspirational, jesus,
Form:
Rhyme
THE CRADLE OF MANKIND.
The archaeologists of this era
Were about to excitedly find
The Cradle of Mankind
Where the origins of humankind
Had been found, the news was about
To be revealed to the whole world
And so the ears of our globe were glued
To their radios in 1947, they heard,
About this mammoth remarkable finding
Painstakingly excavated , it’s evidence binding.
Mrs Ples’s skull was found,
And with carbon dating,
Archaeologists were rewarded
Most certainly worth waiting!
Estimated to be 2.3 million years’ old.
Mrs Ples (as the archaeologists named her)
All this time had been hidden
For many a year
But there is still more to hear!
It is said that she is the missing link,
We may each think what we want to think!
Archaeologists were about to discover
Other unbelievable phenomena,
Which supported the belief of evolution,
And steered many into total confusion!
God is omnipresent, and
The Alpha and Omega, He has been
Looking down on earth for millenniums
From the beginning of time,
He is omniscient, He believes in me,
And I in Him, He is the Divine!
The Sterkfontein caves are now famous,
Planet Earth was listening, this story was big!
In 1998 archaeologists discover
Yet another important find,
This boggled the mind!
They laboriously dug in this one excavation
Over twenty years, Layer upon layer of ground
And thus Little Foot was found!
He, some say it’s a she, was gently assembled,
And lies in a Pretoria museum,
Together with Mrs Ples,
Archaeologists still dig,
They insist, that there are still hidden treasures
And take great measures,
To work carefully and diligently
Excitedly say there is much more to find
Underneath and beyond the Sterkfontein caves,
Patiently, waiting to uncover
Yet another, one of a kind!
I believe with soul, heart and being
In The Almighty, maybe He even lent the
Archaeologists a helping hand, we cannot
Ignore these finds, they are not fantasy but real
Furthermore we were given the gift of logic,
And ultimately the archaeologists will kneel,
And praise and thank God Almighty!
Categories:
millenniums, god,
Form:
Free verse
Dragon Anguish
Adam clenched his fists attempting to block his senses
from the growing growls that hammered against his rib cage.
The thousands of millenniums he had lived barricading his heart
from all worldly emotions.
Adam looked up at the daunting sky to flaunting dark clouds
creep overhead. He breathed in the sweetest aroma of petrichor.
Thunder grumbled breaking the silence in the coldness,
as strikes of white lightning flashed across the night sky.
He couldn't stop the desire to shift into a dragon and fly.
To feel the wind beneath him again, to stretch his wings
and weave between the clouds and roar.
Adrienne, his beloved was a mortal.
She was a lovely lithe blossom that he had vowed to protect.
Her smile would inspire leaves turn green
and flowers bloom and burst into color.
Her eyes were the color of the forest that would shimmer
like the night sky with a thousand stars.
She had a riot of long burnt umber hair
that cascaded down her slender back.
His memory's grip, craving her, again and again.
Kisses that engulfed and would open the doors of heaven.
Releasing a fiery passion within him engulfing his world.
When Adam had been gone hunting for food for several days.
Men from another clan came down from the hills
pillaged and burned the village, not a soul had been left alive.
He raised his head and gazed into the night,
never again would he unlock his soul.
Adam shifted and jumped as he spread his leathery wings
and flew in the cover of the night sky and the clap of thunder.
10/13/2018
Poetry Contest: Fiction - October 2018 Writing Challenge
Sponsored by: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
Categories:
millenniums, anger, bereavement, death, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Each morning dawn brushes paint across the sky,
pastel colors to herald the rise of sun's golden eye.
He warms the earth. Dew's moisture he'll dry
before the world is waking.
Reflections of pink, and gold on heaven’s floor,
a hint of memories that came millenniums before,
and the radiance of God’s glory, eying from behind the shore,
is a new dawn, for our taking.
Sunrise lights the world as if it were enchanted.
Beauty surrounds us but nature is taken for granted,
marred by opinions, biased and slanted.
Hostility is of mankind's making.
Memories of soldiers as they marched off to war,
Some never returned, and others living with the encore
of battles fought and lost, wondering what it was for.
Nightmares that wake them, shaking.
But with each morning arrives glowing rays of hope.
Glimmers a new day brings and with it a way to cope
with life's hardships that make us walk a tightrope.
It's a painstaking chore: peacemaking.
The day will come when there will be an end of strife
in a world where corruption and fear are rife.
There will be no more war. Men will sheath the knife
Life will be idyllic, for which hearts have been aching.
Categories:
millenniums, hope, sun,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: August 26, 2023
With Each Morning Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Martin Braun
Quote: "Reflections of pink, and gold on heaven’s floor,
a hint of memories that came millenniums before,
and the radiance of God’s glory, eying from behind the shore,
is a new dawn, for our taking."
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In the world of dreams, where hopes reside,
Where fresh beginnings softly collide,
Whispered in the wind, gentle lore,
As the radiance of God's glory will pour
Reflections of pink and gold on heaven’s floor,
a hint of memories that came millennia before,
With a glint of God's light behind the shore,
stands for us as a raw page, eager to explore.
Eying from behind the shore's embrace,
A recent dawn emerges with boundless grace.
In this realm of dreams, where hopes reside,
A firm chapter unfolds, with promises wide.
Economic developments, a canvas to rearrange,
Brushstrokes of progress, rearranging the range.
Wheat prices are high, a harvest delight,
But misery rose, casting shadows in the night.
Inflation grip tightens, a burden to bear,
Yet hope lingers strong in the realm of dreams' air.
For in this land, where possibilities bloom,
We strive for a future that banishes gloom.
The struggles we face,
Are but stepping stones in this vast space,
In the realm of dreams, where hopes reside,
We find the strength to overcome each tide.
Though challenges may come, such as storms at sea,
We navigate with courage and unity.
For in this realm of dreams, where hope resides,
We find the strength to rise and stride.
We embrace the fresh dawn, so divine.
With eyes fixed on the horizon's gleam,
We step into the future akin to a dream.
In the realm of dreams, where hopes shine
Wheat prices are high, but hearts are strong.
We rise above; together, we belong.
Misery may rise, but so does our will.
To create a world where all can thrive and fulfill
Categories:
millenniums, adventure, analogy, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
One night I lay awake listening to the sea
The sound of pounding surf on rocky shore
Drifting, dreaming, to another time and place
As if remembering a life lived long before
It was a time of languor, of peace and harmony
There was no knowledge of crawling on the sand
No fear of tomorrow or the end of days
There was nothing to know, to understand
Millenniums have come and passed away
Simple cells have become creatures of all kinds
Some walk upright in sun burnt deserts far away
No memory of the vast oceans in their minds
Now sometimes, when I am walking near the sea
I find it calling to some ancient, hidden part of me
For the "Screwed" contest
N/A in a previous contest.
Categories:
millenniums, imagination, sea,
Form:
Sonnet
Galacticly heavenly, imagine Jupiter, kryptonite lunar moons
Sliding between celestial blue and dark moody skies
Wherein lived a Dragon who incredibly, loved snow
Fell in love with a fairy, millenniums ago!
Began courting daring Evelyn fairy gorgeous,
She was, declared his love thunderously, universe knew,
Of his eternal love for this immortal being,
Who toyed with snowflakes, flirting, but never ageing.
Stupendously, Translucently, universally, vigilantly, willingly,
Love zoomed towards a forlorn dragon and fairy,
How and where would they find constant snow,
Obvious, teleport to Antarctica did this damsel and beau.
Entering Competition : Alpha Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
02/08/2021
Categories:
millenniums, fairy,
Form:
Rhyme
On Devil’s Night
There once was a devil queen on Whispering Lane
Mean and cunning her crew driven insane
For millenniums hurling malice
Content in her palace
Casting a malevolent muse throughout her reign
The King no longer amused by sonnets that shame
Concoction’s of besmirchment tangents that defame
He sends for his men
Calls out to them
bring me an enchanted quill before the sunrise flame
On Devil’s Night…
Along trails a fairy ascends with cascading red hair
Whilst devil queen sleeps inside her musky lair
Dreams of incantations
linking locution associations
Hater of poetry that allures not hers drives despair
As the fairy sings with an angel's voice
The King listens he has made his choice
Let it be so my loyal Jester
the fairy you‘ll sequester
The zealous Jester lures to come rejoice!
The jealous devil queen a tedious word crafter
Responsible for cancelling laughter
Now casts her spell
expelling the fairy to hell
It’s there she sings her happily ever afters
You see she was in a realm from hell, and not even a spell could save her.
The new reign of elect it is when she’s saved, and the devil queen will finally reflect. Denouncing her kingdom and foreboding.
Keep Fairys free! To express their poetic revery
Categories:
millenniums, angel, anger, anxiety, evil,
Form:
Limerick
Great strength lies in emotions that bind
even in those we'd rather leave behind.
We cannot break free from what we feel
yoked by sentiments that once were real.
By fate, destiny, or through circumstance,
there is no release from love's eternal dance.
By stepping on toes, battle lines are drawn
verbal weapons used in a marital marathon.
No cries for mercy will ever set us free
tethered by chains in arrested custody.
A steep price we pay for falling in love
the blood spilled from a wounded dove.
Memory ropes tied in knots hold fast
for millenniums of time they will last
salted cheeks from rivers of tears wept
fallen leaves in hearts cannot be swept.
We can hold a key that opens a lock,
stop the hands from moving on a clock,
but try as we might, we will never find
freedom from emotional ties that bind.
Categories:
millenniums, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
O, dear Indus,the witness of millenniums’
History, traditions and culture
You feed us with your sweet water
And in your lap you us nurture
You might be a mighty channel
Of flowing water for the world
On your course with water southward
Moving, marching, whirled
But of cousre for our nation
No doubt You are, but the life
which quenches our thirst, and
Grows for us grain in rife
You, dear Indus,like our mother
And of course our culture’s cradle
You feed us with all your love
With your sweet water by a ladle
You, in the length and breath
Of our dear motherland
Make our life so lofty,
And make our living grand
The originator of the culture
Of the ancient Indus Valley
Begin for us form Monserver
And keep on your untiring sally
Through mountains and forests
And over the vast plains
And stretch across the valley
Through your countless veins
That infuse life in us all
And teach us not to give up
Through your untiring efforts
We learn how to live up
You witness of valiant accounts
Of gallant sons and daughters
Tell us to continue and carry on
With your sally of waving waters
With your water pure you nourish
Not only our bodies but our souls
And make us strong, determined
To get whatever we set our goals
Yes you are, but our beingness
Land without you for us sear !
You are great and strong and,
For you we live, you for us, dear !
Categories:
millenniums, nature, passion, patriotic, river,
Form:
Ode
Bored with a tawdry sanguine summer
Languidly
She licks the brilliant summer blue
from the sun addicted sky
Through naughty cloudy lips
Sucks millenniums of genetic grace from
Orchestrated flocks of fright
Fleeing down the age old
path of migratory birds
safe no more
With a westward huff
She
Casts them out randomly
Spews
Squawking streams of wing 'ed broken teeth.
Enraptured with her own manuevers--
Naked now she twirls
Reaps magnificent carnal powers
Roiling In a screaming bath of sacrificial sailors
Flicks her ice tossed coiffure
Lingering in her savage beauty
She bestows heartless wet kisses
on sailors' upturned sightless eyes--
Bloodless slaves forever bound.
Sated
She whips through frigid seas
Disbanding archipelago chains
Paper-like streamers frothy in her wake.
Tempestuous Goddess of Accidental Largesse
To her survivors,
breathless in darkness,
She provides salty tears as recompense
Heading
South
before she sleeps.
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Valdez, Alaska by the shores of Prince William Sound
Nov 2014 night after a hurricane
Categories:
millenniums, beauty, ocean, symbolism, water,
Form:
Free verse
One night I lay awake listening to the sea
The sound of pounding surf on rocky shore
Drifting, dreaming, to another time and place
As if remembering a life lived long before
It was a time of languor, of peace and harmony
There was no knowledge of crawling on the sand
No fear of tomorrow or the end of days
There was nothing to know, to understand
Millenniums have come and passed away
Simple cells have become creatures of all kinds
Some walk upright in sun burnt deserts far away
No memory of the vast oceans in their minds
Now sometimes, when I am walking near the sea
I find it calling to some ancient, hidden part of me
Categories:
millenniums, imagination, sea,
Form:
Sonnet