Best Momentary Poems
Momentary pleasure is like a hummingbird touching on a rose
like a blast of fire
erupting amidst smoky trails
this horizon
was momentarily aglow
before darkness
consumed the skies again
nature blushed
in small folds
as if embarassed
by her emotional display
of the countless tears
she's cried
in winter's glum
Every night I fall
Always hitting a brick wall
Failures always come
Thoughts of what I’ve become
Makes me want to die
Momentary pleasures
Giving up these treasures
Changing who I was
Regretting who I am
Always falling for
Momentary pleasures
I’m always longing for love
Reaching out for my dove
But why the hell can’t I stay true
And I know I’m always loosing you
Momentary pleasures
Giving up these treasures
Changing who I was
Regretting who I am
Always falling for
Momentary pleasures
Am I worth it at all
If I say I’m strong
Why do I always fall
I need to find my way back to faith
Before everything’s too late
We touched for a moment
From across the room
Eternity silenced
Discrete
As only eyes allow
Paralyzed here
Standing in yen
Yearning
And somehow fearful
I turn away
If I held valiance
Crass and fiery
I would dare to you
Though not today
I am of frailty’s ire
Flames of forbidden desire
That is you
A rare beauty of youth
Luminous
Unquenchable light
I am lost and aged tonight
Brazen solitude
Afraid to look in your eyes
Fearing the burn
Of desire fulfilled
Heavy heaves in my chest
In a sigh of defeat
Up the empty pathway
I move on
Unwilling…unchanged
Two can make the love of dreams
when they are passing wines
Two can sit on languid times
when they have nothing left to pine
There's nothing left that we can do
beside the separation of the glue
Until the magnet pulls us back
and absence gives us slack
The salt of moments mixing cup
and sweeter touches timed to act
Roads and winters waiting up
that hold of love that wins the tact
The fresh, the fire, winning cracks of
our desire rushing back
We come again to find ourselves
entirely without our heads
...and summer beats again our hearts
to live like this, this momentary bliss
Lately things change rapidly, as if the world is spinning...
Everything is momentary, one thing to the next
Working hard to survive the hurdles that continue,
since a whirlwind of disruption uprooted my life
I still see a beautiful sunset or special clouds pass by
All the while I battle roadblocks that appear in my way
Each thing is momentar,y, a hurdle or a beauty
I can only make the best of it, moving on my way
I hope, I try, I seek patience and keep on going
For this is all I can do, in this momentary life I live
Heidi Sands
8/7/24
(C)opyright
All things in this world are momentary,
If they're going well, hearts should be happy,
Because they will never last forever,
If wrong, don't worry, they won't stay either.
Rainy day clouds
Ominous shades;
Wet, wet, wet
~~~~~~~~~
Dawn unzips
Light spreads far;
New birth unravels
~~~~~~~~~
Sleepy face murmurs
Echoes of last dream;
Blurry awakening
~~~~~~~~~
Coffee brew
Caffeine fix lingers;
Eyes wide open
~~~~~~~~~
Hibiscus florals
Pink, orange and red blooms;
Bright sensations
~~~~~~~~~
Stylish flower shoppe
Punctuates busy avenue;
Brilliant conversations
~~~~~~~~~
Meal time escalades
Hunger pangs loiter;
Food court queues
~~~~~~~~~
We are prisoners here
Minding our business;
Mental cells confine
~~~~~~~~~
Draft after draft
Regurgitate old biases;
Emperor's new clothes
~~~~~~~~~
Bamboo grooves line
Passageway to nowhere;
Meet you there
~~~~~~~~~
Moon gate moments
Lavish garden tryst;
Find hidden gems
~~~~~~~~~
Pleasure is nice
In simple finds;
Beauty shows
~~~~~~~~~
Ants crawling round
Winding worker procession;
Purposeful ventures
~~~~~~~~~
Home kitchen commotion
Awesome flavours;
Discerning moments
~~~~~~~~~
In a fond touch
Homely welcome;
Purge all pain
~~~~~~~~~
Drama entertains
Catchup TV;
Feisty commentary
~~~~~~~~~
Digital age flings
Gadgets and tablets;
e-Everything booms
~~~~~~~~~
Crazy greets touchy
Dramatic escalations;
Zigzag world alarms
~~~~~~~~~
Late night silence
Stormy rain hurling;
Sleep comes quick
~~~~~~~~~
Routines prescribe
Certain repetition;
Muse finds room
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
04 December 2014
Singapore
Pansy looks at me
Butterfly on hugging leaves
The sky in your eyes
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April30, 2016
I was paralyzed in thought,
and standing all alone;
Surrounded by darkness,
everything was gone...
With barely a glimpse, from the corner of my eye;
I was travelling so fast as I passed myself by.
I was moving at high speed, as if,
somehow out of time.
Thinking to myself, looking back into the distance;
Could I have been resting,
or was there something on my mind;
Maybe, I was just Reflecting,
on some Moments from past times...
A Momentary Reflection,
I thought as I laughed;
Reflections of mistakes, so many in my past;
Or maybe the future, and thoughts of my death.
There's no point in thinking that anything can change;
I passed myself there and found myself here;
Crossroads unmarked, destination unphased,
Trembling,
like a lost dog, covered in mange...
A strength unfound, a desire to disappear;
A Momentary Reflection,
of how I found my way here.
As I watch myself in quiet,
with no desire to stop;
In slow motion I fall,
from a single gunshot...
A Momentary Reflection,
of where I stood at the start;
Maybe if I had slowed, or come to a stop,
this Moment I have witnessed,
the confusion and doubt;
Just maybe, somehow;
I could have found a way out...
I was in a sound sleep
ahem.. ahem...
ahem.. ahem...
Suddenly heard someone cough
Then, i quickly opened my eyes
to just find a heart lying on a thermal surface
wriggling & weeping for support
Oh...unfortunately it was Mine..
My Brain had a stroke watching at a strange sight instantly..
Strong choking feel in my neck..
Mouth remained unclosed for people to hear my voice box scream..
Hands and legs were in paralysed state
Blood slowly kept dripping from my soul..
and tears leaking out of my glorious eyes
Oops...there i stood ..
freezing into a lifeless statue..!
[struck by the storm of ephemeral stillness........]
Gosh..
I urgently wanted Life..!
Unexpectedly, there came my Hero
stood by my side
Gazed..
Gazed deeply into me
Finally touched with his magical fingers
And...wow
i saw myself ..
lying on the couch alive
On his...broad shoulder..!
16-6-2021
~DEEPA.V
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...a true story
Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...
standing apart, the other houses still intact
with painted jalousies and window curtains.
She must have fallen asleep, the cigarette
still dangling from her arthritic fingers;
I never saw her without one.
She told me of her life in Poland during the war,
but not her suffering, she never spoke of that.
She smiled wanly as she showed me old photos
of her family and friends taken on holiday when
she was younger, long before the ravages of war.
TV was her constant companion along with
her nurse and her beloved Pekingese,
always sitting on her bed. We'd talk for hours.
She was always interested in my schoolwork,
and why didn't I have a girlfriend?
Now she lay in hospital small and silent;
there was nothing I could do but hope and pray.
When they drew the sheet up over her I felt an
emptiness, but no tears came. Fourteen years old,
my first death up close. When I got home to mum
and dad, only then in their comforting embrace
did I sob my heart out.
Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...
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In memory of Dr Elizabeth Haubold, a Paraplegic,
whom I visited in her home for company,
conversation and errands. May She Rest In Peace.
Idiotic.
Trying to take a jack hammer to
Writer’s block.
A chisel’s more suited to extract
Poetry.
You spit me out
Like a necessity
Like a volcano
Impatient
I adorn your paper
Resplendent
Beautified with ink
In a moment of indiscretion
You grow blind
Forgetting me
Strike through
Death knell
Maybe you are lost
Therefore, losing me
In a moment
I fall through
To the nethers
Glory in tatters
Once desired
Now despicable
Scribbled out
The birth
The cause
Of the death
To live
To die
In the same breath
I was alive
Scribbled me out
Disfigured me
But I remain
On the page
Hapless reminder
You had wanted me
Even if for a brief moment
...a true story
Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...
standing apart, the other houses still intact
with painted jalousies and window curtains.
She must have fallen asleep, the cigarette
still dangling from her arthritic fingers;
I never saw her without one.
She told me of her life in Poland during the war,
but not her suffering, she never spoke of that.
She smiled wanly as she showed me old photos
of her family and friends taken on holiday when
she was younger, long before the ravages of war.
TV was her constant companion along with
her nurse and her beloved Pekingese,
always sitting on her bed. We'd talk for hours.
She was always interested in my schoolwork,
and why didn't I have a girlfriend?
Now she lay in hospital small and silent;
there was nothing I could do but hope and pray.
When they drew the sheet up over her I felt an
emptiness, but no tears came. Fourteen years old,
my first death up close. When I got home to mum
and dad, only then in their comforting embrace
did I sob my heart out.
Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...