Best Occupies Poems
"The Dream Manipulator"
A wish upon the stars I see
Magical moments with sweet surrenders
Embrace the twinkle notes
My lid slip into an everlasting feel~ In trance, I dream
Candle wax drips with the night
Bejeweled with bloodshot posies
Lavander occupies scenery
A tune seductive and real~ In trance, I dream
In the country of warm fairy lights
I follow and listen to the echoes
Drifting around the moon's glow
Fog leaks under the new sky~ In trance, far from reality
Lost to the calmness
My physique belongs to the night
Giving life to an ordinary page
Faint away to your beating pulse~ In trance, I dream
Savoring the previous forecast.
The furnace kept warm
Motions moving from this curse
Sun-dance, away from the rain~ In trance, I dream
Suave lid pulls in the glow.
Soft memory fades away the feeling of yesterday
The day swings in a new journey
“DENIAL” is my choice of food~ In trance, I belong to my dream...
Categories:
occupies, adventure, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
With the onset of advancing age, so I find,
A man grows weary of all mundane talk;
Occupies his every spare, idle thought
With that of the slow, reflective kind.
Regretful of many a squandered hour,
Turning his back on the squabbling nations,
Their woeful, self-serving deliberations,
Dreams wistfully of his own starlit tower.
Should he hopefully find that blessed stair,
Wound insides of the ancient, dim lit wall,
Where tread from unseen feet sometimes fall,
He could but elevate himself above his cares;
There, throwing his soul upon the night,
Lift his gaze upon a tumultuous crowding!
His thinning pate adorned with a crowning
From a far-flung, pale, distant light.
And if he was to fix his mind upon that point;
To that moment forcefully bring to bear,
With every ounce of fibre when stood there,
An unremitting will to somehow exploit,
That, which, the mystics so jealously guarded...
Then, perhaps, he might too ascend?
For, in all reality, at the very end,
All is thrown off...the very body discarded.
Therefore I will choose my own finality.
I give my remaining days to old worn steps
Enclosed in rock, a turret that silhouettes
Against an endless sky; and if it should be
That I find such hallowed battlements
Give aging legs the strength to slowly climb,
To praise the celestial and sublime,
When reaching up where my God frequents.
For though those stars seem out of reach,
Unattainable by grand, omnipotent design,
Nevertheless I am thusly to be inclined
To offer up a prayer and unto him beseech:-
"Immortal father who created mortal man,
Ye who sits above all earthly thrones,
Give unto me old tools and rubbled stones,
And I shall endeavour to do what I can...
To rebuild that abandoned, crumbled tower...
For, Lord, be it only by dreams men are
Truly empowered"!
Categories:
occupies, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
Rhythms of pulses echo in souls, augmenting tenor of love song,
Reminiscing in sanctuary of life, together they shared for long;
Yet, memories sadly clamor aloud, since the day she’s been gone,
Of nightmares that cruelly shattered, dreams of their avid dawn.
Her unwritten absence now perturbs in void of the undone, unsaid,
As their unfinished tapestry longs, for stitch of the missing thread;
Vying affluence she delivered, to wealth of their beloved yore,
Steadfastly defying angst that destiny grievously brought to fore.
Unseen, she still occupies, fond yearnings of his moaning heart,
Struggling in her absence, since stealthily she decided to part,
Missing her hypnotizing smile enriching the fervor of her glance,
Nostalgic in embrace of desires, proffering a pledge of romance.
Emptiness haunts him now for misinterpreting clues of silent sighs,
As regrets torment: how long did her smile, hide her desolate cries;
Neither could he sense in her eyes, tacit bawl of love gone awry,
Nor could he decipher from her kiss, subtext of her covert goodbye.
Curtain may fall, music may end; yet allure of real love never dies,
Words of their solemn oath, unwritten absence no longer denies,
For bond of love reinvigorates hearts, tolling eternally as time,
Strumming passion’s sound of music, enamored in love sublime.
Categories:
occupies, absence, love, love hurts,
Form:
Rhyme
He fills his syringe with poisoned words
pulling the letters one by one from his rusted spoon
They rise up through the needle in perfect order
"Disgusting" "failure" "worthless" "loser"
There in the cylinder they mix together
until they are a perfect black ink
Although he no longer sees the words
their meanings are not lost on him
As he injects them into his arm
he feels the blackness
Ink travels slowly up his arm towards his heart
At first he enjoys the burning sensation
as capital letters make way for the smaller ones
In the moment he's convinced they are lies
When they reach his heart
he becomes a true believer
By choosing to be less than he is
he occupies his excuses
The I can'ts and never coulds
The poor me's
All the reasons
he's not good enough
The words stack one on top of the other
until his heart is filled with empty
Empty promises
Empty dreams
Somehow this comforts him
He holds tightly to
It's not my fault
It's just the way it is
His is a waking dreamless slumber
only lies seem believable
So he injects another word
"Anger"
Then a question
"Why do others have all the luck?"
Someone who cares
Takes a silver spoon
Fills it up with better words
Feeds him nourishing words
Smart, tenacious, kind and happy
He starts with small sips
one letter at a time
in front of him a golden bowl
filled to the brim with phrases
"You are Lovable"
"Anything is possible"
"Your opinion is important"
At first he is convinced they are lies
Until they reach his gut
Until he becomes a true believer
Taking everything to heart
Satiating his empty
Now he can see beyond what he thought was impossible
His actions speak louder then words
His life is not a wasted gift
From this day forward
He's living his life to the fullest!
Inspired by Jai Bankson's poem "The Habit" check it out!
Categories:
occupies, courage, poets, psychological, recovery
Form:
Free verse
A tenebrous void occupies my soul
like a queasy, dark, wintry cloud
hanging low and heavy with sleet and frost.
No gelid wind blows it away
and I despair. I cannot forget the dead.
An empty, lonely chapel still beacons.
It stands alone
amongst the tall dark pines
of an abandoned forest.
Inside, the dim light filters poorly
through dirty broken stained glass.
There's nothing inside but dust.
No chairs, no pews
for the weary traveller.
I sit on the cold slab tomb,
wonder who was laid to rest
inside the sepulchre.
Then did I realise I was alive.
All memories stored deep inside me.
The waking of empathy
especially to the self, is painful.
How oft had I tried to erase
my thoughts on you?
I leave the disused chapel
and return to my empty home.
I still think of you.
Categories:
occupies, death, destiny, how i
Form:
Free verse
We celebrate the optimist
Extolling his cheery ways
As the light shines upon him
We think he's worthy of our praise
He seems to have the answers
With him the future's always bright
Convincing us that darkness
Is a form of blackened light
Not a thing seems to phase him
He surveys life from on high
Floating above the misery
With a twinkle in his eye
All the while the pessimist
Occupies a gloomy place
Warning us of the dangers
That none of us wish to face
We want rainbows and buttercups
A world that is cheerful and bright
We fear arbiters of darkness
For we think they will take our light
It's wise to listen carefully
The pessimist might be right
Don't choose a veil of ignorance
Dyed in Optimistic White
Categories:
occupies, introspection,
Form:
Quatrain
Applauding sun’s halo~ inspiring, rewarding,
Mindfully I rise with the ebullient awakening
Letting soul enliven while robins are singing
And horizon crimson glimmers in dawning.
I hold time still for the blossoms of spring,
Rivers that burble sprucing green prairies
And blue tides bouncing summer’s revelry
And resplendent dazzle of autumnal leaves.
Every memento of love I treasure in delight,
In embrace of family, I cheer life sublime
Rejoicing when I sense success in their eyes
Celebrating milestones of things done right.
Realizing I own a mere fraction of eternity
Elated I feel holding just a speck of infinity
Succeeding more often than failing or quitting
Coping resolutely with poor hand of destiny.
I shun nightmares, choosing dreams of night
Lifting troubled mind when grief occupies,
When darkness rules, I invoke moonlit skies
And paint on visage of hope blissful smiles.
I yearn not for the ships that already sailed,
Regret not having tried the conquests I failed,
But I chase prospects of aspirations deferred
Yet, remain focused on things that matter.
July 20, 2021
Placed 1st: Motivation poetry contest
Sponsor: Shreya LN
Categories:
occupies, inspiration, life, motivation,
Form:
Verse
Lamentation
born among the travelers of her day
she played in the sandpile with Woody Guthrie
sung in the chorus with Allen Ginsberg
walked in the way of The Weavers
and bathed in the rhythms of Miles Davis
she lived unconfined and dreamed of change.
today, we see her still betrothed
committed to this sacred ground
searching asking, questioning, ...
consumed with her desire to know
engaged to a doctrine as a lover's pledge
she marches, occupies, writes,
relentlessly struggles, driven to ask
to whom shall she lament
for life's ambivalent adaptations?
her life defines her cogent mission.
she continues to flay against an unjust world
where equity kindness trickles down
and evaporates among negative forces.
shall she rage against God
for not eliminating suffering
in the details of man's creation?
shall she cry to the architect
who left man to face the agonies
of hunger, war, sickness,
and the loneliness of death?
to whom shall she lament
for life's ambivalent adaptations?
will the glorification of beauty
love, compassion, and mercy suffice?
will her breath, touch, hearing,
sight or taste suffice?
will her ancestors, her tribes
her spouse, her children
rise up and see her as blessed?
or will a requiem be the one
purpose of her life's fulfillment?
to whom shall she lament
for life's ambivalent adaptations?
C.A.K. 3-17-2013
Categories:
occupies, america, conflict, feelings, life,
Form:
Light Verse
Goddess Sita and God Ram will arrive,
But before that their Hanuman Ji,
In the pushpak vimaan
Houses are glittering today,
No sign of darkness
Happiness is spreading all around,
No sign of trouble
All the doors are open for you
All the hearts are open for you
Oh my God!
Come in our hearts,
Come in our homes,
Fill our life with pleasure,
I know it's really hard,
To spend 14 years in the forest,
And we must learn from you
But before that from your best friend
Who occupies your heart
A warming smile is waiting for you
How long will you take?
Don't tire our open gates
Don't break our patience
We're waiting for you,
Not only Ayodhya,
The whole world is waiting for you
Millions of earthen lamps are lighting
But crackers are not required
They increase the distance from your
So let's go closer to you
By spending the day cracker free,
Oh God, we're waiting for you,
To say,
Happy Diwali!
Categories:
occupies, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
BE GRATEFUL FOR ONCE
The sky never complain of no rain; her skin keeps shining.
Neither the soil complain of no water; her texture stands beautiful.
Other creatures are grateful to God except man;
Man, yes the desires of wanting everything;
kills the zeal of other creatures not to be grateful to their Creator.
Man, left the earth and owned houses under the water and the space.
The sky is angry because man occupies their ecosystem, planes vibration made the sky go deaf; smoking engines of planes blind the eyes of the sky.
Man wants to own everywhere.
Where do you want other creatures to stay and live?
man’s ungratefulness weakened the universe.
Be grateful for once,
You had good life others don’t have , yet you wouldn’t let less privilege be;
Considered those who have died and gone; some gone earlier than written,
I closed my eyes maybe I can see my kids and my wife, but see them not;
The desires to gathered what I don’t need, died in me.
Have you considered those who have nothing, yet happy? Gratefulness.
Look your day of death; your wealth will not hold you back;
In your grave where you laid, your ear gone stone dead. Your eyes blind sleep; you nose smells no more the fragrance of perfumes that cost fortunes;
As I looked back into my youthful age, I saw times of my ungratefulness ;
Found memories of the past, let tears down ; Oh my youthful age; why you don’t tell me the end of my beauty from the beginning?
Looking at my bone and my skin now; limited places I can go and no one lost after my beauty.
Be grateful for once.
Written:
Pastor Omojevwe Emmanuel
Categories:
occupies, creation, encouraging, environment, poems,
Form:
Rhyme
Glorious hues arise from halo of morning sky
As dreamy eyes take me on a wondrous ride
Where cottony clouds scatter layers of purple
Adorning with shades of heliotrope flowers.
On my ride I visualize a celestial place on earth
Hearing fairy tales from fabled views unfolding,
And I ask my yawning bushes to vacate at once
So I can plant my lilac garden in sunrise colors.
Mesmerized by purple cues in orchid motifs
My day traversed gaily in enchanting overtones,
When clouds spewing gray darkened my show
Blocking twilight from glistening reddish glow.
Having lost sunrise, I hang on to sinking sunset
Assured by its scenic prowess I build my place
Near the lone lamp on street that is yet to be lit
Yearning for vistas of my daydream to repeat.
My place now occupies best of both worlds
Rising with mornings and setting with evenings,
Mimicking splendid hues of evocative contexts
Adoring fervent daybreaks and dreamy sunsets.
February 15, 2018
First Place:Sunrise and sunset contest by Silent One
Also placed first in ultimate 2018 contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
occupies, nature, sunset, sunshine,
Form:
Free verse
She wanted love
that he wouldn’t give
She cried and thought
“How can I live?”
There was a sullen boy
who believed
“If I’m gone others will be relieved.”
He feels not good enough
To much pain and other stuff
Then the old man
alone in a chair
sad blue eyes, grey hair
thinking “No one cares.”
Rocking, rocking, by the bed,
hand full of pills blue and red.
A father crying silently
listening to an old tune
A cigar and Jack Daniels
under a full moon
He will be long gone
before it reaches noon.
She who used to be a him
Pretty in her own way
Carl needed to become Kim
Disowned and rejected
by mommy and daddy Jim
Later she’ll be at the end of her rope
attached to a tree limb
A dead girl
with a needle in her arm
Was so innocent once
She grew up on a farm
but the simple life
somehow lost it’s charm
Each in their own way
arrived at this place
Wanting to disappear
without a trace
Time took its toll
lonely occupies this space.
A lie without an answer
different stories to trace.
A sad secret behind every face.
Categories:
occupies, angst, anxiety, depression, lonely,
Form:
Free verse
"Volume"
Up
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Stay" /Bowie
https://youtu.be/eGuu7NiALvo
Volume
noun,
a book forming part of a work or series;
a single book or a bound collection of printed sheets;
a scroll of parchment or papyrus containing written matter;
the amount of space that a substance or object occupies, or that is enclosed within a container;
quantity or power of sound; degree of loudness.
Up
https://www.google.com/search?q=up+define&rlz=1C1SQJL_enAU857AU857&oq=up+define&aqs=chrome..69i57j0l7.1594j0j15&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8
take your pick. :) x
Station/Stations
https://www.lexico.com/definition/station
- specific.
Categories:
occupies, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
I wonder how aware they are,
what shadowy sense of self
occupies their brain. Perhaps
no more than a flicker
of consciousness glows
in the far reaches
of an inner dark,
sufficient to propel them
here and there for food
and find a mate,
just printed circuits of flesh
programmed for survival.
They seem content
in their grace, moving gently
through the sunlit water,
swimming towards me.
What picture do they have
of me. Am I just a shape
categorized by the level
of threat I pose, a button
for them to push to get
a piece of bread, an oddity
in their way.
And yet we are here,
knitted together in this gifted
moment, alive, each encased
in an identity, confined
to our little bubbles of being,
floating the surface
of some infinite
and unfathomable mystery
where all minds meet -
although I'm eternally grateful
that I'm not a swan,
I don't like cold feet.
Categories:
occupies, bird, mystery, self,
Form:
Free verse
A girl would flee and hide from fear
As I from you did disappear.
No explanation but I think you know
And so resolved to let me go,
The faded thrill of flaunted kisses
Sparking through my reminisces
In twelve months time has let hope fall
Will I even see you at all?
And on my return so little was new,
These thoughts are overrun with you
All was soon as it had rested,
With you my core is still infested.
This sometime draining dark unpleasance
Now occupies me with its presence,
So is the norm for hearts in hell
To suffer knowing all will be well.
Matured, these conflicts must be faced;
No more of the best days can I waste,
Your smiling eyes I must enjoy
Before they will my mind destroy,
Grown arms wrapped tightly round your neck
Before they will my friendships wreck,
We're changing but not blooming yet
Your foolish plans still make me fret,
And so to I once more you flee
'Til all my mind is gone from me
And all the patience as you outpour
For a lifetime would a woman endure.
Categories:
occupies, angst, depression, forgiveness, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme