Best Minimalist Poems


Premium Member Minimalist: Song of Despair

Hanging to his dwindling sanity
he haphazardly weaves a net
of confused and conflicting emotions.
Weakened by pangs of futility
the strained fine thread snaps...

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Contest: Minimalist Form
(5 unrhymed lines each with 5 words) 
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Placed 2nd
© 14th October 2017

Premium Member A Minimalist

I don’t dare to dream beyond what I can do
It is foolish, craving to capture everything within view.
The world around is wondrously wide, a canvas vast
The more we try to grab, the more into agitation we’re cast.

Keep away from herculean schemes for tomorrow
Instead give today your best for a brighter morrow.
Focus on feasible things, let go, what’s beyond.
Take every step with caution, to simple needs respond.

Premium Member Minimalist

Minimal

List



Yester
day
child
hood
lost


Hats
off
to
sad
ness


Minimalist

Lyrics absorbed in bitter tears;
leaves fallen like early autumn.
Gods mourn as darkness falls,
enveloping around an oak tree
the sage always meditated under.



Date of Entry: 19/10/2017

Contest Name: MINIMALIST FORM

Contest Theme: Minimalist - SONG OF DESPAIR

Premium Member Minimalist - White Night

Winter’s white shawl gently envelops
purple heather on the hillside
Children launch their shiny sledges
on fresh crisp glistening snow;
joyful laughter fills the air.

Bite Size Poem No25 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier

10-16-17

Minimalist Jilt

(fromThe John Poems)

Then I loved you
Now I don’t
Once I would
Now I won’t

You were here
Now you’re gone
No one left
To mow my lawn

Lock’s been changed
Key’s been hid
Phone’s unplugged
Heart’s up for bid

You were mine
Now you’re hers
On your head
I place a curse


Premium Member Concrete and Steel Headstones

plywood windows dusty streets faded graffiti

Premium Member Minimalist Tercet

Minimal, precise and direct 
neat, sweet conceptions settle
upon a large white s p a c e

Minimalist--Closed Path

Labyrinthine mind jams  along mazes
Searching restlessly for inner fortitude;
Till  amaranth weeds point eastward--
Reams clearing passage  through sunrise
To unveil enlightenment—an epiphany!



For Contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Minimalist Form--- dated Oct 16, 2O17

Premium Member I Am a Minimalist

I AM A MINIMALIST 
I DO LITTLE 
INTENTIONALLY
I MAKE THE MOST
MINIMAL STATEMENTS
ABOUT SIMPLE
AND/OR
 COMPLEX CONCEPTS 
THAT ARE ON 
THE CUTTING EDGE OF 
NOTHINGNESS
AND/OR EVERYTHINGNESS
DEPENDING ON WHICH SIDE 
OF THE WORLD 
YOU STAND ON

I APPROACH MY WORK 
THROUGH 
EITHER ADDITION
AND/OR SUBTRACTION
IN LITTLE STEPS
GOING BACK 
AND FORTH
ON BOTH SIDES 
OF THE LIMITS  
OF THE OUTER RANGE OF 
POSSIBILITIES IN THE WORLD
UNTIL THE WORK
FINDS PERFECTION
AND A BALANCE OF NOTHINGNESS 
AND EVERYTHINGNESS
IN ME AND
MY WORLD
BUT SAYS ALL

NOTHING IS ACCEPTABLE
NOTHING IS SORT

Premium Member Elusive Movement

p(erception)

o(f)

e(lusive)

m(ovement)

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)tnemevo(m

)evisul(e

)f(o

)noitpecre(p

Premium Member Stillness

wherever 
we go
there
will be 

decay and
absence

for the
moment
we absorb

and learn
stillness


become
silent




listen 
silently






silently
becoming

Minimalist - White Night

Majestic prancing encompassing the marsh
Holding hands, proudly singing gay
Our love exaggerating every moment
Our muse illuminating into aglow
Forth into the White Night


Contest name:- MINIMALIST FORM
Date:- 16/10/17
Contest sponsor:- Nette Onclaud

Minimalist-Song of Despair

 a melody brings not hope,
       nor does it bring peace-
                         for anguish is an aria
         of lyrics that cease love-
                                  sing me an encore….tonight. 





MINIMALIST CONTEST
5 words in each line
25 words total in this poem

Nette Oclaud
October 15, 2017

Minimalist

Go toss your fetchings to the curb.
Your possessions have you tardy.
You'll thank the blessings for this cause
to keep you from this lardy.

To minimize your things of pleasure.
The stuff put under dust.
To save you time from being a slave
whatever cost you must.

To gradually ween you from it all.
It slow to feel you numb.
To seperate you being attached
and leave you to your sum.

The very thing you want in life.
Control where none was there.
The understanding there is more
and stand for seeding wear.

Rewards that come replacing things
to fill your heart with trust.
With life changed to reflecting thee
when knowledge comes to must.

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