Best Overwrite Poems
In English we say, I am hurting,
but in poetry we say ~
I am windswept wave
weeping weathered roses
upon the haunting heart of drowsy dunes,
kissed by the mineralized melancholy
of wounded wadis,
for love forgot the fated flow,
nevermore feeling the forlorn skin
of b l e e d i n g ink…
I seize the scorpion crushed weight
of crestfallen crystals,
once voiced
through painless passion.
Devouring the distress
cutting through lips splitting,
I taste nothingness
amidst raining ruby-winged butterflies,
mirroring the bruise
burning in sync with extreme dolor…
O beloved, would you still recognize
the rippling riddles of soul’s river,
or has distance
dried the wild-lilies
dressed in dramatic scents
of dangerous devotion,
like the syllables I spilled
between the spaces that
held the poetry we once breathed?
Would you still hear the
undreamed chimeras ~
chapters channelled
now choking the reveries
I home in morbid muteness,
or has the nerving nadir
jinxed the sparks of Jupiter ablaze,
numbing ringed-jewels of strength
we once believed faithfully
would
never phase
nor decay…
I wonder if your skies serenade
soft blue soliloquies ~
sunrise soaked in honeysuckle hymns.
Do they drizzle
densely designed darkness
draped in dissonance,
or do you find comfort
in painting me with solemn ashes
as the black-fanged Empusa ~
one that inflicted
nothing but misery,
injected like liquid lethal lament
that suffocated
the arteries of midnight?
2:22 ~ angel omen ~
do with this what you will,
I overwrite to outrun the emotions,
refusing to be overtaken
by disillusionment.
I speak not to lure the stars across
your cerulean seclusion,
but to heal as I seal the envelope
of unanswered thoughts,
wishing the pulse of p a t i e n c e
would no longer
push and pull the string
of my weakness
like ice-hot estuaries
rushing against the ache of want...
O detached desires,
forgive my need to release.
I am not restless,
I am not reactionary,
I am merely reminiscing in resilience,
to rise again
as the seamstress
of scarless sonnets….
I know exactly what you're saying..."It ain't right!"
But how many do you know as sincere? One who will put up a fight!
One as determine...Knowing despite,
Despite such obstacles we'll face, i'll California Roll right through that red light.
Its not that I don't care, not at all and not quite
But with so much confidence...I know there's something there, even if it's slight!
In the height of all things, you've been my day and night.
Anything else in between, are characterized by my directness in manner...That's Forthright!
Still feels like it ain't right?
Well, try looking right into the light!
Whether its with you or somebody else, dammit, I'm still leaving that life.
You damn right.
Right or wrong...You gonna see me get on to that next flight.
The next flight to freedom...where you and i can look in the past and overwrite.
Start a new, with a future with you
That only a few can imagine the view.
The beauty of its hue...Stamped out like a tattoo
Overflowing dew from those drop of brew
That represents the queue to what is known as your dream come true!
I hope that's okay with you.
Despite what we'll go through.
Worry not...There's no need to
Cause know that I'm not here for you,
but rather I am here with you.
So without further due
I hope you hear me too...
Cause despite your thoughts of "It ain't right!"
I can hear your heart screaming...And yes I luv you too!
"The body, like the oak, is bent and gnarled,
The shallow-rooted mind is overthrown,
When we are near the evening of the world."
---From, 'Runes for an Old Believer", by Rolfe Humphries
Facebook post: "Respect your elders!"
My mind may not be now
as nimble as once it was,
and although I might see all
with jaundiced sight, not fresh,
not new, my mood is mostly
cool and quite calm.
--- Until, that is,
some brash provocateur
begins to essay an attack,
thinking to erase the marks
my words have made and to
overwrite them with his own.
I care not very much that he
with logic may displace my niche,
nor cleverly might mock me.
But to disparage Age in dotage,
with vile invectives, is doltish,
brutish and dumbfounding.
My sweetest comfort is
to have no doubt that he
(nor others of his ilk) will
never see how ineffectual
must be this mild complaint.
World watches Humanity Fall;
Indifferences felt by All.
Few moments in History can compare;
Shockwaves rippled everywhere.
Each land of a different name;
Every Indifference is the same.
Suffering, Despair;
Proof that Nobody Cares.
Violence, Anger;
Skin Color Danger.
Hatred, Fear;
Hard Truths Faced this Year.
The People United;
No Longer Divided.
Joining Together;
Overcoming 'Stormy Weather.'
Every Father, Every Mother;
Teachers of 'Love Another.'
Every Sister, Every Brother;
Helping One Help The Other.
Companionship, Comfort
Eases The Impact of The Hurt.
Creativity, Hope;
Engineered New Ways to Cope.
Our Daughter, Our Son;
The Healing has Begun.
All the Lands, Across All the Seas;
All the Same in Times of These.
New Life, Old Heart;
Love Found Miles Apart.
Angrily Loving, Civil Unrests;
Violent Peaceful Protests.
New Enemy, Old Friend;
Only One in the End.
Black, White;
Not Wrong, Not Right.
Blind, Sight;
Presently We Write.
Rite, Oversight;
Historic rewrite.
Support, Unite;
Beautiful Highlight.
Fight, Fright;
Dark of Night.
Heroes, Spotlight;
Front Lines of Knight.
Guiding Love, Leading Light;
Hatred Overwrite.
Flames, Ignite;
Ignorance Invite.
Releasing this stress
It's taking over me
It's taken over me
Gotta get this off my chest
It's weakening me
It's weakened me
Depression overrides
I overwrite
Thinking too much
Thinking too much
Thinking way too much
Gotta get out my head
Words will express
Release and relieve me
From this stress
But it's taking over me
It's taken over me
While novel revelations come and go,
discoveries that shed uncharted light,
the more we know the more there is to know.
We seek to see into the heavens’ show
with telescopes that stretch our earthly sight
while novel revelations come and go
plus suppositions pertinent although
while seeming sapience to overwrite
the more we know the more there is to know.
Discoveries bring queries apropos,
some theories rejected reignite,
while novel revelations come and go.
Sagacity in science may outgrow
existing thought amongst the erudite.
The more we know the more there is to know.
How can we humans fathom cosmic flow?
Infinity evades our senses’ flight.
While novel revelations come and go,
the more we know the more there is to know.
~ Harley White
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The poem is in the form of a villanelle…
A source of inspiration was the following…
The inner region of the Orion Nebula as seen by the James Webb Space Telescope’s NIRCam instrument…
Grabbing my attention…something is grabbing my attention…my cat is my best friend that always hang around me in my bedroom in Lake Arrowhead…doused in dread once upon a time, but now I am feeling good enuff… like is ruff… but I must be buff… but I can’t get enuff of the addictions I have in this lifetime – can you help me? Someone? I’m insane and yet, I think otherwise…it’s a normal feeling to be willing to seek help…I yelp like a child needs his parents…or a child who throws a fit just because he can’t have the chips or the candy he’s been always wanting to get…I won’t throw my childish fits today, so don’t worry – I won’t cause misharray (mishap and disarray)…you see? This condition has endless possibilities – no joke. What can I say, man? I try to be humble for the gifts I have and I learn to accept any challenge that will come my way…today is today – let’s make it the best day ever – better than YESTERDAAAAY… But, I think about yesterday’s tomorrow, which leads me back to tomorrow’s yesterday…I overthink things or I overwrite things…you know what m’I saying? I’m dyslexic…I told you I am…ma I uoy dlot (it’s backwards)…life is full of ups and downs and also, it’s perpuzzling… confuzzling… unpredictable… you name it!
the sounds of the night desert me
my mind seized by ill-fates once more
as ripples dispatched by the ferry
lick down this plutonian shore
dark deeds in my lifetime like flotsam
sailing passed in the after-light gloom
arrested in moments so shattered
and birthed from my cutting room womb
memories I locked in dark corners
the ones that break silence at night
festering fears held for too many years
malignance I can’t overwrite
but the ferryman points one gnarled finger
at me, then the scenes floating by
his empty black eyes hold mine for a while
then he turns with a near soundless sigh
he claimed no coin for their passage
each fare paid in full long before
remnants returning to whom they came from
and I draw in night’s sweet air once more
Lack of communication leads to
misinterpretation.
That's something this present
generation deems to adjust to,
because based on observation a
lot of us tend to strive with
limitations.
We want new ideas to serve as
motivation,
We want motivation to serve as
new ideas.
Ironic isn't it?
We care, we try, we love, we
provide, and what's left?
For most is mostly always
taken, and execute no action.
I hear some thing's or someone
who isn't talking and it's a
deformity, like music with a
distraction.
We create personas of
imagined goals,
And built up pressure that
builds a wall
Strong enough to withstand the
truth but with reality and lies, it
falls.
Don't overlook the ones you
look over and go forward,
Don't overstep challenges but
step over.
My oversight it's not to
overwrite,
I'm sometimes feeling overused
or overwhelmed with plight.
Overturning the rules of the
judgmental that say I'm
simplistic
They say my honesty is
overbearing when I'm being
overly optimistic.
Overlapping thoughts of
success and oversexed teens
That overdose on drugs and get
overly disrespected,
And 'Over' is the word when the
quest to be at your best is
overly expected.
I groped and stumbled through the years and woke up early morning groggy, hurting.? I peeked out the window and saw the sky bright, sun smiling.? I brightened and borrowed a smile and, for once, lit up my face.? My eyes winked like a star in a dark sky; kept smiling through the day.? It tasted nice, radiating light and love.? You can't rewrite the past, nor erase the furrows on the once smooth face.? Overwrite it with the future that has a hope, and meet your desire.? You'll soon retire and count among the past.? I understand that God created us in His image and likeness.? So, borrow from Him.? He doesn't recall our past nor rewrite it; but overwrites it with love--blessing and a future.? So will I!? So do I!? Life's frilled with frown, day and night trail the sun in his course. The sun ever shines, though clouds may dip with a frown!? Ever smilee, though thunder may roll and grumble! Eyes on golden rays at dusk, though storm may howl and splash the sky with dust!? Two constants rule life on earth: light and love.? God's both...? and you, too!
Celestine S.? Ikwuamaesi
(21/01/2018)
I get angry.
When people tell me how to feel.
I feel helpless,
When people don’t understand,
I feel worthless.
When people doubt my feelings.
I feel sad.
I just can’t pretend,
That I can’t defend.
People make me feel like
I can’t express,
so I feel hopeless,
Hopeless.
People think I am indecisive,
So I feel negative.
When people don’t want to listen,
I feel the need to not talk.
I feel I can’t fight it
I just overwrite it.
All those before me
I only care if you loved them more
All those coming after me
I only care if you'll love them more
Easily, like water washing upshore
What if they could erase my name from your memory?
And with them you could write a better love story
Then you and I ever had?
Will I even be part of your history?
After all is done and not much is said
Silently parting ways, will goodbye overwrite how we met?
Just this can feed my jealousy
The thought of anyone able of making you forget
That there was no one I loved more than you
Before and after there has only been you
I fear the day anyone can make you feel else than I do
What is good, what is bad?
“This is a good question.” Noted, Master Satan.
Yes, dear Master. But what makes good good?
“Good for good? And what about the bad things?
Tell me, please. I want to listen to your opinion.”
Look. I think good is eternal, and not from people
“Yes. But people can do good things. Charity?”
Yes. Giving. But it comes from God. From heart
“From the heart? What heart? Tell me, please.”
Okay. I understand you, Master. There are two.
There are two hearts. One from God. And man.
“And what about my heart? I am Satan. I have.
I have a heart. Bigger than the Earth. Answer?”
Okay. I am sorry. I am your witness. A saved life.
“I help people. Nations. Secret power. Save lives.
Make peace. Change worldviews. Keep old laws.”
Keep old laws? “Yes. That is the base.” Of our lives
So. So, the liberalism against the created creation
“No. You mean the liberalism for development. Yes.”
Master, development can be destruction later. Yes.
Yes. Liberalism. “No. The psychological. You said.”
Psychology. Destruction. “Yes”, said Satan. Hmm.
Psychology is a private business. “Nazi.” Real killers
“Maybe English?” Hmm. I understand you, Master.
Yes. Psychology is a hidden nationalism? Hmm. Yes.
Psychology is not socialism, not communism,
not imperialism, but a new capitalism. Psychology
An extreme society. Nazi. Racist. Hidden will
Psychology wants to overwrite socialism, everything
Humanism, all the religions, love, and God. Faith
Psychology is the new socialism. But dead.
I hate this psychology. Nazi and human trafficking
Getting rich from the suffering souls. Parasits.
This psychology wants to overwrite
The world
And all the social systems, and political
This psychology is
Top crime
Nature is the Leader
Nature is the home. The Home. The life giver. Air, water, everything
The laws of nature preserve and increase life. The Life. For livings
For plants, animals, and humans. Nature can live without us.
Nature can live without humans. Man can’t live without nature
So, why do we want to organize and drive the life of nature?
Nature without us is whole and perfect. Living. Exuberant
There is no life without respect for ancient laws
The human-made laws can’t overwrite nature’s
Adam and Eve are our parents
Not the psychology
I don’t want psychology
In my life
And not
In my death
Psychology doesn’t respect the ancient laws
Psychology is not a stable science
Ancient laws of nature are eternally constant
Created by God.
These are God-given guiding principles
If we want to live forever
Then we must look with humility at the Laws of God
There is only one. Only One. Only one God. Only one Law.
The God.
This is the key to the future
Respect God, respect Nature
With a physically and mentally damaged world
No life
No future
No life in the universe
Without God’s Laws
Without
God
Abolished Private Life
“Where? Where is it?” Asked my Satan. Master Satan.
Hmm. It is a good question. I haven’t. It. A private life.
One's own life. I can’t close the door of my life. Broken.
“Broken.” Yes. “Broken?” Yes. “Why?” They broke in.
“Into. But who?” Psychologists. “English?” You know
The answer. You know. Yes. “You don’t need them?”
Never. Why? This is an ultra nazi psychology. No nature.
“Why?” No nature. Means. Not natural. “Not natural?” Yes.
“Then what?” No face. “No face?” They have a mask.
“They have a mask. What kind of?” Lamb. Inside evilish.
“Hmm.” Yes. This is the reality—workers of a power.
“What power?” It wants to bring the world under its rule.
“What do you mean exactly?” It wants to overwrite everything.
All the political, social, religious, and economic systems.
A universal psychology, which is complex to drive everything.
And this is a mind control system too. So dangerous. Harm.
Self-driving system later. Automatic.
And you have no life anymore. Own.
Yes, my dear Master Satan.
I lost my life. “No. You have.
Own. One's own. I keep it.”
“Enjoy.”
Thank you.
“Nice.”