Best Motionlessly Poems
Fixed Gaze
To capture the distant gaze
Of the aged's milky blue eye
Is to gaze into eternity.
Is it my eye they see
Or a distant memory,
The tiniest mote,
The light of a spark?
Fixed upon a place
Staring motionlessly,
Fearing to miss
A glimpse
Of who they might be.
A feeling of falling
Into the vastness of space.
No beginning no ending
Consciousness lost in place.
I swear we connected
Within that long stare.
The horror of knowing
Too soon I'd be there.
A milky blue iris
Not seeing the world
Not seeing me.
Fixed gaze,
The world staring back
At me.
Categories:
motionlessly, age, fear, grief, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse
“What are we when we are not...?”
MAN: A malevolent master making mountains of a mindless mass...
A meaningless magician motionlessly manipulating many minds...
A mating monster majestically magnifying materialistic manoeuvres...
A Machiavellian macho muscular merciless mentor...
A mutilating medieval malicious menacing Minotaur...
A mesmerizing metamorphic methodical maniac...
Woman: A whimsical weeping wacky wasted wanderer...
A whiny weaponed weathered wedded wife...
A wicked whiskey wasteful wiggly wench...
A wintry whiplash winded wrathful wroth...
A worried weary wishful wispy wild wire...
A wretched wormy woeful wounding wolf...
March.01.2016 ^WW^ Nothing personal...lol
Categories:
motionlessly, analogy, conflict, dark, evil,
Form:
Alliteration
Every week day, same time, same bus, he is there, and I’m careful not to stare
But I can’t take my eyes off his curly shoulder length hair, hopelessly wondering
A face not popularly handsome, but such kind bluey- green eyes, deeper than the ocean
Tall, not slender and a quirky style of dress, not to impress. He kept me curiously wondering
Briefcase, serious and tanned, but scraggy like a boxers face, taken from place to place
Manicured hands with no adornment, no subtle signs of betrothment, I smiled hopefully wondering
Today he caught me in my stare, my face flushed pink, I look away I couldn’t think
But I saw his smile and for that short while my heart skipped a beat, as I sat motionlessly wondering
The bus had halted, where we both alight, my mind was racing as I caught sight
Standing on the kerbside, holding out his hand to me, I reached out breathlessly wondering
Hand held firm but gentle, and like cheshire cats smiling, arrayment of colours so beguiling
‘Have you time for a coffee’ I heard him say, my reply what a perfect day, still wondrously wondering
sdited version, hope it's right this time
Categories:
motionlessly, hope, life, love, urdu,
Form:
Ghazal
Sun shining gloriously
Birds singing merrily
River flowing endlessly
Waves of the ocean roar carelessly
The wind rubs on my face motionlessly
Oh ! wow! the earth was made gorgeously
As trees sway with their unique rythm
Birds perch on them branches and
on them monkeys sling
On the forest floor lie unwanted twigs
Living beings step on them and produce a click
Pouring of the rain I am so blessed
Plants are naturally watered
and rivers overflow
It brings happiness to all sentient beings
Oh yeah! that includes me as a human being
Categories:
motionlessly, nature,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
He was there for a moment, then gone,
Lost in a dark mist of my doubts
And my strange guardian appeared before me,
His tie blood red,
His stance taller than usual,
His long arms softly to his sides
I drew near,
My face tear stained and pained
He stared forward motionlessly
I asked him,
“Why do I keep dreaming about him?”
He stood there still,
And quietly replied,
We haunt those that we think of the most
Dumbfounded, I knew his thoughts,
But could not confront those feelings
I asked him,
“But why? Why is it so torturous?”
Your mind tortures you,
Because you allow it to torture you. . .
He set his hand on my shoulder,
And I suddenly felt sleepy
I tried to fight it,
But I found myself in his arms
Willingly
I awoke in a shelter of trees,
And he was there, watching me
Sitting up, I stared at his presence in wonder
He moved towards me slowly,
As if approaching a wounded animal
His face became clearer,
And my heart began to race
“Is this real?” I asked weakly.
“Are you real? Or is this fantasy?”
A forgiving smile appeared on his blurry features,
As he lifted me up and set me on a gnarly branch
He only stared at me,
As if he was waiting for a miracle
“Maybe it’s best that I don’t know.”
He nodded slowly, then embraced me
I cried a lot. . .
It was as if I was hugging the last of everything
The last of him,
And the last of what we had. . .
Holding me still,
I was quieted by his touch,
His head lifting, leveling to mine
And he said again, darkly,
We haunt those that we think of the most. . .
I panicked in his arms as he smiled at me
“I may never see him again.”
His smile faded as he said,
You will.
Categories:
motionlessly, depression, destiny, dream, forgiveness,
Form:
Narrative
As the time passes by
Like the days and nights exchange
All things in a man don’t seem same.
It may have been god's pleasure
To seek change in all men
As if he felt to stare
Motionlessly at motionless things pleasure-less.
Categories:
motionlessly, god,
Form:
Free verse
Simple joys
took for granted
a life worth living
lost beyond the horizon
silently seeking a dream
lost among the crowded streets
longing to succeed
wander i do
can't understand why they won't speak
not a glimpse back at me
just a face in a sea of strange
drowning out what i feel
motionlessly staring out above their heads wanting change
but not reacting not directing these timid words
life a blur an altered appearance of perfection i pro tray
chained to the dark ******** of society forced to suck it all in
a slave to the times raped by a government's weakness
bleeding and bruised i continue on with out a care still believing this won' t happen again but it does everyday over and over again pounded to the curb
just a number in a universe of unknowing
a forgotten victim of politics as usual
Categories:
motionlessly, change, emotions, lost, universe,
Form:
Free verse
CLEAR BLUE SKIES SOON GIVE WAY TO DARK GRAY CLOUDS
CALM WATERS TURNS INTO AN ANGRY SEA OF WATER
THE FUTURE UNKNOWN AS THE STORM APPROACHES
IT ISN’T AN ORDINARY STORM FOR IT’S NOT OF NATURE
IT IS OF THE FRIENDSHIP WHICH WAS ABRUPTLY ENDED
THE MEMORIES OF THE FUN TIMES SHARED
TIMES THAT WILL BE FOREVER NO MORE
DARK CLOUDS AND THOUGHTS THAT FILL MY HEAD
AS I REALIZE WHAT YOU TOLD ME WAS ALL LIES
AN ANGRY SEA OF WATER IN THE FORM OF TEARS
TEARS THAT ARE BEING SHED BECAUSE YOU USED ME
YOU TOLD ME LIES, THAT REALLY HURTS
I BELIEVED THOSE LIES AND I’M AS ANGRY AS A STORM
YOU BROKE MY HEART AND MY SPIRIT SO UNCARINGLY
I WANT TO RUN, I WANT TO HIDE, I WANT TO SCREAM
BUT I SIT HERE MOTIONLESSLY CRYING AS THE STORM BUILDS
BUILDING INSIDE OF ME IS A STORM OF EMOTIONS
I AM HURT AND SO CONFUSED AND I AM SUFFOCATING
I WANT ANSWERS YET GET NONE REALLY
WELL NOT WHAT I WANT TO HEAR ANYWAYS
LIKE THE WAVES IN STORM, MY TEARS SWELL AND CRASH
CRASHING DOWN ONTO MY CHEEKS LIKE A BURNING WAVE OF LAVA
LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, YOU HAVE LET ME DOWN AND USED ME
I GAVE YOU MY HEART AND YOU THREW IT OUT LIKE YESTERDAY’S GARBAGE
I SHOULDN’T BE SURPRISED BUT I AM, DUE TO MY OWN STUPIDITY
I THOUGHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT BUT YOU AREN’T
LIKE A STORM MY HURT SOON WILL PASS
BUT NOT WITHOUT THE TELL TALE SIGNS OF THE AFTERMATH
IF I COULD ERASE MY MEMORY OF YOU AND THE TIMES WE SHARED
IF ONLY I COULD TURN BACK THE HANDS OF TIME OF MY LIFE
MAYBE, JUST MAYBE IT WOULDN’T BE SO PAINFUL
WHILE I HAVE TO LIVE WITH EVERYTHING I NOW KNOW
WHILE HURTING AS I RELIVE THOSE DAYS OF NOT SO LONG AGO
YOU ARE A STRANGER TO ME AND YET IN SO MANY WAYS NOT
YOU, YES YOU WILL MOVE ON WITH YOUR LIFE AS IF NOTHING HAPPENED
YOU WILL GO ON AND FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO LIE TO OVER AND OVER AGAIN
SET THEM UP WITH FALSE HOPE JUST AS YOU HAVE DONE WITH ME
JUST AS THERE IS A CALM IN THE MIDST OF A STORM
A CALM THAT LETS WAY TO DAMAGING WINDS
DAMAGING WINDS AND STORM CONDITIONS THAT CROSSES ITS PATH
THIS IS YOU, A STORM THAT I CROSSED PATH WITH
A STORM THAT JUST MOVES ON TO LEAVE AN AFTERMATH OF DESTRUCTION
YOU ARE A STORM OF MASSIVE DESTRUCTION WHO FEARS NO CONSEQUENCE
ALL BEFORE YOU ARE THERE FOR YOU TO DESTROY…DESTROYING ALL THAT IS GOOD
YOU ARE THE STORM THAT CLEAR BLUE SKIES GIVE WAY TO
Categories:
motionlessly, natural disasters, sadme, heart,
Form:
THE OLD MAN AND THE BUTTERFLY
How many wishes and hopes pass through a man's mind?
This is what I am thinking about while looking
into the sad face of an old man
who is motionlessly starring into the distance,
as if down there,
in the blue eye of the dreamy sea
he shall find all the answers.
And while the turquoise hands of the moon drive the shadows
into the old man's embrace,
a turquoise butterfly merrily flaps its wings
and radiates rays of light
along the dark ridges of this warm summer night
above his trembling tired head.
Perhaps this is the reason why
the old man's sad face looks up
instead of down,
why the sparkle of life still glows
in his tired eyes.
This butterfly is very young,
but his noble parentage is very old,
and that noble parentage used to spread its turquoise light
in the times of the old man's parents
and grandparents,
back in the time when hope was born
(and people say that hopes are younger than solitude).
It seems that the old man feels it,
and he raises his tired eyes whenever he hears
the harmonious sound of the butterfly's turquoise wings,
and death,
like a dark lady,
respectfully waits for its turn,
as if it took pity on the old man's boyish gaze;
How many wishes and hopes pass through a man's mind
while he helplessly sits
and waits for death?
I wonder where his thoughts are traveling now
and which soul in heaven do they touch?
His mother's soul?
His father's soul?
His brother's and sister's souls?
Because souls are like butterflies,
crawling the earth with people,
only to eventually fly up to the sky,
perfectly free and magically bright.
All of this must be passing through the old man's thoughts
while he looks at the turquoise butterfly
in such a childish and lively manner.
Everything on him is dead,
apart from that childish gaze,
which makes his old man's thoughts so young
and so full of hope
that his soul might soon enough fly up
like his dear butterfly;
How many wishes and hopes pass through a man's mind;
yes, Lord, how many wishes and hopes are passing
my old father's mind now.
©Walter William Safar
Categories:
motionlessly, family, old, dark, butterfly,
Form:
Free verse
Something caught my attention while I was walking down-town.
Something rather odd and sad happened.
I motioned and strolled leisurely across the street.
Something averted my gaze away from a pretty, petite girl on the other side of the street.
O what a strong distraction! Or is this just instinctual wandering of my brain?
No, something green crossed my path in close proximity.
My gaze reverberated off the beauty to a green, little frog near my feet.
Oh what a magnificent creation of evolutionary work!
Wow a frog in such a civilization. What brings it here? I wondered curiously.
It stopped in front of me as if demanding my attention.
I scanned the frog inquisitively, it was afflicted apparently.
I was oblivious to the transparent plastic around his neck.
A tight plastic constricted his neck, I could sense his breath shortening.
Oh no! He was on his last legs.
I removed the plastic in his neck, but it was too late.
The little frog gave up, it lay there motionlessly with its eyes open wide.
He passed away, what a pity.
I caught myself in a deep sea of thoughts, life ended in front of my eyes.
Goodbye little friend…
One tear cascaded down my left cheek.
But why are we so indifferent? Yes, us the humans.
Why does civilization matter to us more than anything?
Why is it slipping our mind that we share mother Earth with “others”?
Unlike our ancient *****ancestors we have sophisticated brains…Why not use them wisely?
They deserve a chance to live like us.
Let us love them and protect them for this is not only a human planet.
Goodbye little friend…
Categories:
motionlessly, animal,
Form:
Free verse
Drapes clashing from a clear, dark night
The remarkable scene- the risk I must take flight
Don't listen to all the commotion
You are an attrition to hunger
Save it for leftovers
Molded out of anxiety
Have no fear
Fate is far from here
Nurture in burning threat
Appease to sorrow
Deny it...no borrowing from the library
Take your flight, you sunlit fairy
On a cloudless, scarlet sky
The stars will motionlessly
Churn your fate to royal destiny
Take your flight, feel free to flee
Out of the grip of society's downfalls
Replace it with honor...be my hero for good
Your traits are nothing sinister
As a carefree, scarlet night
Conquer the unfailing life
Taking away all the sporadic soars
Please take away the malaise and
Don't burn me up, majestic star
Space of wonders
How could you burn our hearts?
How could you mutter those
Floating aspirations?
Canceling your circulations
Tangled by lips-spoken twist of lies
Pouring out misunderstood darkness
Outriding the black hole
Who knows what these dark shadows reveal
It's mysteries-- as hard as a bolt to a door
Thrive to carry on,
you carefree infant
Untie the tightening ceases
I'm unable to catch up...reach out
Overcome this rotting intuition
Severe, sincere sunshine
Hear my morning mourning
It whispers:
"Goodbye to midnight lust...
Good morning to betrayal"
Good morning...
To you, oh miserable soul!
River of weeping wonders
Pass by with a suitable
Recognizable, scarlet bliss
Send love swimming in
Open water
Fulfill it with
Morning deligh
Categories:
motionlessly, angst, forgiveness, hope, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
M y…O My!
O paque, can only describe the void
T hat engulfs the sky,
H ide me, for my forlorn spirit
E mbodies pain which I deny,
R ain, as it precipitates my cries…
Just a day…
Without seeing your silhouette,
Blinded by your absence, as I regret
My powerlessness…
Just a day…
As I sit and wait,
Impatiently, I anticipate
Your warmth, your tenderness…
Motionlessly, I sit and contemplate,
Just a day…
As it perpetually passed by,
As opaqueness drenched the sky…
I calmly sighed, as I picked up a calendar…
I crossed out “Day one” with tears in my eyes…
As I quietly murmured,
“Six more days to go…”
Categories:
motionlessly, devotion, life,
Form:
Free verse
In the covert rendezvous of reality
My heart habs motionlessly.
Tranquilly, yet peace-less
In the very art of loneliness
I crave for a minstrel
Endowed with mastery of the timbrel
Cunningly curing the blisters of emotion
And poking my pox of dissatisfaction.
Categories:
motionlessly, youth,
Form:
Two years without your footsteps on the earth,
how strange then
that life has gone on
without you,
Flowers have blossomed, bloomed and withered,
whole seasons have passed
without acknowledging our loss,
Defiant of our grieving
the sun
has gone about her business,
and the moon
still nightly appears
as if nothing has changed
but the passing of years.
I thought for a while at least,
for a little
little while
time should
have stood
still,
and the elements
out of respect ,
should have silently and motionlessly wept
But days have come and gone
one,
after the other
and another and another,
two years
and
life goes on
without your footsteps
seasons pass without your song
two years
and I carry you with me
your breath has ceased
your spirit strong.
Categories:
motionlessly, death, loss, time,
Form:
Elegy
Flavorless!!
Anguish reigns yet needs no crown.
Hate spreads without bread or knife, unrelenting.
Shadows became the sun a false shine.
A many mind rewinds and that hated
shame's resurrected.
Am I my own stranger?
I ask...no, demand "why" yet the Titan stirs own the verge of waking. I fear that beast of me.
I wish not to become the monster beneath my own bed, the creature that hides amongst the clothes that motionlessly hangs in the cold, dark closet.
Chaos kiss unwanted and Destiny swung for the fences.
HOME RUN!!!
Splintered the bat
Broke the stick
No need to run the bases
So I sat at home plate and stare out into the field.
No team opposed I played, struggled, fought, and lost
Only against myself.
Fury flirts with the edge of self
Many tease their flawed belief of my humanity.
Think that I be weak
When truth....
I am not the lion but the Cage.
Categories:
motionlessly, abuse, anger, angst, betrayal,
Form:
Bio