Best Mindlessness Poems
Inside is his MIND that's riddled full with mental illness,
Hides intellectually supreme being filled with logic, intelligence and great genius.
His sorrow is that a man, one full of mankind's afflictions, anguishes, and tears.
The subconscience keeps the burden of all the lives lived throughout many hundredstudents of thousands of years.
At his core is a centered compassion, a wisdom, a perception, and the ability of an EMPATH.
He feels the emotions of others, understanding the fullness of grace in each little wrath.
The feelings are clarified in words delivered through the LYRIC and POEMS of his blood pen.
A troubadour is within him, as is all the souls of lives he lived over and again.
Building his temple, with the tools of honesty, forgiveness, and patience that is grand.
A foundation built through pain that's strengthened with in him for his towers that will forever stand.
A conscience that gives mankind a gift of their happiness before his own.
Debilitated mind illness overpowers his decisions by emotions alone.
Contradicting bliss with meaningless aspirations with mindlessness and reasons with uselessness.
His is the pain self indulged by the mayhem that blinds then binds worthlessness.
And still his minds genius allows him to know then learn all that he touches with an ease to maintain.
For he is about the thing you fail within the contradiction of salvation.
Categories:
mindlessness, art, confidence, giggle, spoken
Form:
Concrete
Silent in the darkness of each breath..inhaling this air we feed to the lungs within the beast of our inner torment, Ever cautious ever alert our presence creeps across the meadow as the mist protrudes from around us.. If only this demon could be sworn off, killed and defeated, left and feeling nothing to suffer in its own mindlessness, Yet we stand as it rips, tears and grows within us.. Changing our souls for everything it was once worth to something it turns into pure hate in a nightmare of a world, If we can't be ourselves...Then who can we truly be, We walk a fine line as the edge slips away from us we stumble to find ourselves within fighting off this beast...nothing we can do....nothing anyone can do...less we kill off the demon with the blade of our pure selves ripping its heart out and feeding it to our gorge of an abyss, If we can't be ourselves..then why try to be anything at all....haha..you will never be anything of any worth till you fend off the one thing that binds you to your own hate..your anger merely feeds it giving it strength as it grows within you, Stay strong and make the demon bleed...there's no rest for the wicked things that linger in your lives.
Categories:
mindlessness, conflict, corruption, dark, depression,
Form:
Free verse
I walk across myself,
In daily grace,
Lacking that which legs embrace.
I bounce.
And trounce,
And pounce upon,
My mind as if, as if,
I’ve been pronounced.
Aching for a feeling felt,
By those before me freed,
By shadows shaking in cerebral leaves,
Melting nature, neither knelt nor creed.
Undulating evanescence of feeling for a now,
Halt your breath or lack thereof,
For you I’ll heed a bow.
Seeking sorrow I wish for not,
Though thoughts seek for your brush.
Sucking me into the rush,
Of mindlessness I’ve fought.
Always fleeing the fear of me;
The one that has no locus.
Ricocheting nervous flux,
Into a constant lack of focus.
Rhyme, no,
Not time,
Nor dime,
Hidden in a pig,
Whose aching effort of swollen holes,
Is but a brief and shameful gig.
Despite the lack of spoken spree,
Or glee within a trance,
A chance to free the me in thee,
Has saved me in your glance.
Hopeless, a joke of hocus pocus,
Abra go grab the macabre who woke us,
For without wishes I’ve only you,
Which make me less than two.
Categories:
mindlessness, happy, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
Chalkboard solitude eats at my mind
My fingers leave scars in the written words
And behind me a herd of sheep cries out
As the remaining words run red
And blood drizzles down the board
My thoughts were abhorred
But my actions were lauded
What a twisted juxtaposition
Mindlessness is a cancer
So critical of every flawed detail
But envious of others despite their ineptitude
And fire could burst from my fingertips
You'd never know it from all the silence
And when I finally turn around
What a surprise it is
To find me alone in the white walled room
Dreaming of yesteryear
But there's paint chipping on the wall
And I dig away at it
And behind the whiteness of the walls
Is a mold that runs deep
That's been festering for over a decade
These white walls are merely a facade
For an ugly truth buried beneath
That bequeaths me with sorrow
And when I turn back around
The chalkboard remains
Without any words
Categories:
mindlessness, conflict, dark, depression, pain,
Form:
Free verse
If the parachute of understanding doesn't open in time,
Man
into the abyss of mindlessness would soon himself find!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 June 2020
Categories:
mindlessness, courage, prejudice, truth,
Form:
Couplet
Starless night, a fire ahead
upon a wind sheltered hill.
Drizzling rain and steamy breath,
I feel the yearning for you.
Lighted by the flickering shine
you seem to be nameless to me.
But your words, your versant vein
recall the charm of the past.
Like a swallow in fall,
untamed and wild,
you’ve vanished silently.
Your cold, weary eyes
have lost their bright glow
of periods elapsed too fast.
Love of life, my friend, come back to me,
spread your wings and carry me home.
To consoling shores, and healing refuges,
till my heaven's starry again.
Wandering through a twisted maze
in search of where I belong.
Deep beneath the outer coat
I’m all confounded and lost.
I may count the stars by night,
but they don't look out on me.
I may walk a million miles,
but life is not coming forth.
Like a swallow in fall,
untamed and wild,
you’ve vanished silently.
Your tedious glance,
your meaningless look
are saddening me deep inside.
Love of life, my friend, come back to me,
spread your wings and lead me along.
To uncharted soils, beyond cumbering bounds,
till my heaven's starry again.
By and by my life
got a dreary taste.
Childlike magic disappeared
and sternness began.
Elusive confidence,
blissful ignorance,
peaceful mindlessness,
defeated and buried in pain.
I couldn’t resist
Love of life, my friend, come back to me,
spread your wings and teach me to fly.
To salvation’s dawn, beyond crumbling walls,
till my heaven's starry again.
Categories:
mindlessness, emotions, loneliness, love, magic,
Form:
Free verse
Celebrating the Adventure of Advent
Universal elegy grieves and yet embraces shifts of paradigm
New beginnings consciousness initiates comprehends and thus proceeds from
Illusion’s delusion collusions misconceptions in the irritating
Vortex whirlpool immanent void of false containment
Enlightenment modern postmodern retro visionary futuristic aspirations
Resound in dialectical rebirth rejuvenation germinate constructive
Sense meaning reflect serenity’s tentative confidence that the
Agony of climate change greed warfare ignorance destructive apathy
Liberates fusion confusion necessitates Aquarian communication of
Antagonism’s polar opposites contradictions complements
Cycles spheres of influence of grave repression gravitate
Revolve resolve with pushing pulling moons in metaphorical
Orbital mental psychological initiation shape incidences
Synchronicities collateral communal reason feeling responsibility
Transformation of the global madness inhumanity conjoins
Idealism and the darker side’s fallacies of fabrication
Conspiracy of muted spirit silence violation fade away transform to novel script
Communication courses discourses concur in co-operation
Obvious obscurity in the blip of human race’s evolution delimits
Limitations iron cages hopes for new time place of reason beyond
Laissez-faire and hippie psychedelic stream of consciousness afar from
Anarchy self-righteous slavery rebellion mindlessness
Big oppressive bangs big brother’s obliterating over-information with
Onslaught of technology fail and falter when simplicity and esoteric
Rationale comprise enhance encompass the necessary world view shifts
Ascent and ever changing climax revitalizes humanness thus gifts
Truth deriving comprehension from ‘objective’ communal subjectivity with
Intuition insight inclination outside from the rigid boxed conformity
Order may be found again in the chaos of our time of misrepresented bedlam
New Age Aquarius delivers acts upon fresh constellation contemplates the Universe
Kai Michael Neumann
07th June 2016
Categories:
mindlessness, appreciation, sometimes, visionary, universe,
Form:
Elegy
A desired flavorsome taste
wanting a cure of a dried out mouth
leading to a mindlessness of waste
liquidly solving a quenching drought
Numbing a charisma of memories
longing for the hazy shades
wiping away loathed theories
a smoldering fetish that slowly fades
A quenched lurch of lust
beggars a sad lonely time
shelving the shell of trust
left only a bitter slice of lime
Muddled thoughts left dehydrated
sidelined by disgust
feelings abandoned and un-exhilarated
a film coated tasting of must.
Drenched and soaked to the bone
blurred eyed and bleary
a time not to be left alone
it's time to play for me, a memory.
Categories:
mindlessness, sadtime,
Form:
Every soul on the planet knows that people are senseless.
You'd think we'd wise up some over time.
Time and time again people focus on being devious.
Is the way they play their way of being real? People
Who really try to make a difference sometimes spill
Their kindness on arid land when what it really needs is a flood.
And I've tried to provide a flood
Of kindness and love and values, but to them, it's so senseless
And pointless that I'd much rather spill
It on someone who'd give me the time
Of day and actually appreciate what other people
Don't even stop to consider because they're too busy deviating.
From what I've seen, all people know is how to be deviant.
They want to be the ones to unleash the beast, bring the flood
Of deception and drown the truly honest people
Who care enough to even reach out a hand to those senseless
And lost souls. I've lost many a wink and spent many a night time
Thinking of a way to save my blood from being the next to spill.
But I am not the only good-blooded one who posses what they wish to spill.
I am not the only one trying to out-deviate the deviants.
I know someone who, despite the lies she is told all the time,
And despite the pseudo-amorous atmosphere, sees the real flood
Of bull droppings thrown her way. She can see through the senseless
People's transparent lies. She will go farther that most of those people.
It is a skill to be able to feel my spiel about most people
And their mindlessness. I hope I'm not around when they spill
Their mind and speak their hearts and rant and rave in their senseless
Talk. They think they make sense but in their quest to deviate,
They unplug the faucet of all that's bad. They cause the flood
That ruins those who want to bless the world with their time.
I wish someone would bless me with their time.
What do we have to do to rid the world of senseless people?
Shall we pray for another flood?
Or should we take it upon ourselves to spill
The guilty blood? I'm tired of all these people and their deviousness
Who take pride in being senseless.
I, for my part, will not waste my precious gift. I will not spill
My knowledge upon deaf ears and closed hearts and devious
Minds. Because that, my dear reader, would truly be senseless.
Categories:
mindlessness, lifeworld, lost, people, lost,
Form:
Sestina
'Tis quite evident,
no pulchritude remains
apart pellucid poetry 'pon
figments' elegantly refined
persuasions which are
quite simply volition
mid-flight delusions
seizing daily routines'
fragmented derangement,
traipsing 'tween vague
blathers' vacuous
mindlessness 'midst heady
illusionist's mused intentions
of an inaudible presence
taken compulsion o'er silence
above & further the farside
poetically conceptualized
amenable druthers and
superfluous divergency
of an obscure obsession
Categories:
mindlessness, allegory, hyperbole, muse, nonsense,
Form:
Carpe Diem
Life had meaning, passion, depth and composure all shaken
together in a Neverland globe, were believing that just wanting
to be an innocent soul forever was enough...to fl y around the
starry night, fl owing over the pain, worries, darkness and
heartbrake that usually plumit you down from contentment...
life was simple…life was good...
The day and i use to be close friends, now just mere
aquaintences as it continuously mocks me by viciously
counting down my stolen hours until nightwould invade my
world...what my sunkissed enemy doesnt know is that night
and i are like jack and sally, destined to be amazing friends
forever...
Lounging upon my bed, gazing at my moonlit world while
glowing tunes swim in my ears putting my mind and heart
in a hypnotizing and theraputic intoxication...nights passing
by leaving a bittersweet sense of calmness wrapped in fear...
lost in my own nightmares that penatrate my thoughts and
overloaded memories, leaving me with an unwanted gift of
tainted love...
Stalking me with messages on my voicemail that ive lost
control of my fate...my heart vs. my nightmares...winner take
all...
Caught in a twisted game, my nightmares angling to color
my heart a shade of midnight black and blow up my soul...my
soul anxiously scheming for an exit door to escape with my
golden heart intact and pumping...hoping that my soul doesn’t
burn out from these endless tests...
objective: take me...brake me...save me
my purpose is to nostagically slay the darkness and creep it
back down to the underworld of vampires and warewolves...
Nightmares purpose to permanently imprison my heart in a
rubics cube of distain and mindlessness...
In the end it all comes down to one of lifes more
impressionable lessons, everything happens for a reason...
everything…ponder that for a moment...swish it around in
your mind, taste those lingering words on your tongue…
EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON!!
Categories:
mindlessness, growing up, me, heart,
Form:
Carpe Diem
The hillside stained
in bloody mindlessness
yet nurtured with tender care,
tend heady dreams
as yet to be invented,
besotted, many virgin souls
fragmented. An awesome
power to wield, a thousand moods
to create, the sluice gate of an
intellect to be prised, an
ambiguous logic to flounder,
an infringement upon an open mind!
So! The needle to be honed
for the vein that waits, each
day a constant need of the
magic potion. ‘Hallelujah’ he
conveys a wealth of empathetic
emotion. For here he stands
at the source of temptation,
if only to taste his habitual bloom
those with heads held high, swaying
to a different tune. For he knows
he’ll never make it to heaven, but
he’s as sure as hell been to
paradise, for this place ‘He swears’
the gateway to truth and sincerity!
To be cast out
from this rapturous spell, his
body enraged, for the sunrise
to him spawns the fire of ‘Hades,’
flames that ignite his troubled world.
Yet his earthly script he must
fulfill, if only to stumble, along
society’s narrow vision, grope at
its desolation, fondle its misery.
‘God! Give him strength, to return
to his promised land.
His! Paradise. The means
to escape the foundations
of a misspent youth!’
© Harry J Horsman 1994
Categories:
mindlessness, sad,
Form:
Free verse
We come from down under
With a voice of thunder,
Yet stunned into wonder
By the things we say.
Throw down past failure
On the shore of Forgotten,
Stand tall as a captain,
Shove off with a shout!
Free wheel's in our grabbers,
Fierce wind's in our favor;
Cut loose every anchor
And sail with a smile!
Hear the waves roaring now,
Feel how they buffet now,
Plunging us down again,
Lifting us high!
Life is the sea of us;
We're not afraid of it!
Sweet the salt brine of it,
Onward we go!
Hail to the lightning there,
We're up for fighting there!
Reefs all about us, bare;
Now we attack!
Breasts are now laboring,
Death is not favoring;
Strike for your life-love,
Stretch for your goal!
On through the wave-crash
Of wishes and mindlessness,
On through the hatred
Of men that can't do!
Steer through the foolishness,
Rush through the madnesses,
Wade through the bubbles
On up to the beach!
Isle that's awaited us,
Be not afraid of us;
Souls of Atlantismen
Come here to stay.
Home of the sea of us,
Life of the deeds of us,
Smile of the style of us---
We, who are free!
We come from down under
With a voice of thunder,
Yet stunned into wonder
By the things we say.
Categories:
mindlessness, adventure, devotionsea, voice, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
Sometimes it seems as if
Everyone has gone to sleep
Even while the sun shines,
And there is no gloom of night.
The world is full of vapid conversation,
Evergreens of low expectations,
Empty thoughts,
Valley girls,
Cups of coffee,
And jiggers of gin.
Poets are waiting
To bring the frozen people,
Kicking and screaming,
Out of the chaos of mindlessness.
Categories:
mindlessness, people,
Form:
Free verse
The Almighty has created me an angel.
The mindlessness in me has changed me a devil.
When I have a beautifully sensitive nose,
Why am I unable to smell a fragrant rose?
My sense of taste has been, preciously marvelous.
I have marvelously turned it highly tasteless.
How my sober, secure, sure sense of soulful sight,
Has turned into dull, dark, dim, dreary deadly light?
My hearing sense seems sound, and sensitively sharp,
Why am I not able to hear my own sharp harp?
Though thousands fall on me like heavy human rocks,
I don't feel their touch or even the rocking knocks.
My mind has, alas, gone very far-far from me,
It has gone beyond control like a drunken monkey.
If I could mindfully sit the morning moment
Meditating the beauty of God's covenant...
If I could eat my food savoring every taste,
Tasting and relishing and knowing every waste...
If I could watch the birds and hear the flowers bloom,
And be one with hard-working honey bees and plume...
If I calm my mind and completely concentrate,
Relaxing and light like saints within levitate...
If I owing my compassion fraternal love,
Make someone feel the compassion of God above...
If I am an innocent immaculate child,
And thus my soul always in purity abide...
If I could feel the feeling when I plant a tree,
The true feeling-full feeling of planting me...
If I could create things than merely copying,
Partake in God's continued act of creating...
If I could manually work hard and sweat well,
Keep healthy and hearty my every little cell...
It's then the mindfulness will make its home in me,
And in that home, God of love will abide with me.
12 June 2021
MINDFULNESS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
mindlessness, body, god, heart,
Form:
Couplet