Best Painlessly Poems
Written: February: 06, 2024
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Peaceful solitude,
letting exit of daily routine,
surrender to peace,
deep breathing calms the spirit,
relax tight muscles,
exhaling painlessly,
away from extraneous impacts,
falling into happiness.
Our palms are extended,
only a few inches away,
approach the
shrouded sanctum,
excitedly expecting,
the lavish outpour,
with the cherubs,
leap forward,
our contaminated chalice,
we shed transgressions,
slithering veneer,
digging for who we are,
out of the covetous quagmire.
Gradually into an ecstatic reverie,
where time and space are muffled,
mental symphony, being level and quiet,
quietness says volumes,
rich and calming,
controlling all noises,
who enters my head?
stillness grows inside,
permeating every bodily fiber,
magically interacting within,
so aged things may be rejuvenated,
a baffling land that hides delight,
swaying daisy petals and soft skin,
circles of cutlery.
Colorful smells scent them
pasted text paralysis,
capture lovely theaters,
subtle care cracks,
juxtaposed with colors and rich smells,
falling and reveling.
Categories:
painlessly, analogy, beauty, character, dream,
Form:
Free verse
Did our Age of Aquarius evaporate,
fail to regenerate,
to resonate,
fall too far short of what our parents
knew we should anticipate?
Free love could not sustain
weak non-violent resolutions against
whatever busyness was for.
Yet, if love invites synergy,
mutual gravity,
and creation evokes compassion's transregeneration,
how could love cost more than free?
How could co-redemption not invest everything
in learning how to cooperatively Be,
free of enslaving supremacist becoming,
free to come together
as ecological We?
Those who stop to count these costs of love,
look for ways to divest of co-investment,
ignoring Earth's mentoring economy
of light's photosynthetic comprehension,
of neutral's dark unconsciousness,
a fog bank evaporating
doubly unbinding timeless spaciousnest
patterned mystery
absent of color
flowing free love intention.
If Time's eternal unfolding presence is 0-dimensional,
and AnthroNature's bicameral perception i
s 2-dimensional line
and 4-dimensioned time
recreating bicameral form with function,
ego emerging from eco,
yang incarnating binomial yintegrity
reiterating communicating neuro-processors
borrow RNA's decomposing 3-space with 1-time prime bilateral dimensions,
equivalent seasons;
Shy winterish Uracil of Universal freely decomposing love
greets Cytosine's full summer-formed regeneration,
as objectives greet their past and future subjects;
while Adenine painlessly springs
for Guanine's lavishly com-posted integrative harvest,
as verbs form fractal-recycling nouns,
verbal con-science revolutions,
relearning Earth's organic language,
by echoing universal polypathic syntax.
Universal Anthro-cultural
verbal power of co-governance
becomes a Left-brained dominant and reductive tyrant,
an Emperor reified of clothes
to cool His naked Ego-thirst.
However,
when power remains integral within co-passionate
climatic health,
co-gravitational integrity of wealth,
synergetic uniting cooperatism,
then naked 1-power conjoins dark yin-time 0-rations,
shy bigendering romantic convex/concave camouflage,
re-birthing this post-millennial
gift-it-forward
Age of co-binary Aquarius.
Categories:
painlessly, culture, integrity, love, peace,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
TELL me, dear, everything which occupies you
LAY each piece out, display your soul
SELL me utterly all components, oldest to new
SAY absolute etirety, without any toll
FEEL my hands reaching musty content gently
DRAWN out painlessly, your dark place
REVEAL shame and sins as though incidentally
TORN from humiliation without a trace
BEGIN to trust your ribcage, competent holder
Of HEART, outlandish desires wrapped
WITHIN terror of memory allowed to smoulder
DEPART from a prison, ribcage relaxed
IMMERSED in latitude, stream jumping joyous
FORGIVENESS view gifts expansion
TRAVEVERSED in unison, a vocalised voyage
DELIVERS cognition spun in tandem
BLUEST of blue moons we nurture, accessible
GIVING your mind renews our reward
TRUEST thoughts I massage make it possible
LIVING with wisdom, sharing one orb
13th November 2020
Written for Contest: In Rhymes Sublime
Sponsor: Joseph May
Categories:
painlessly, adventure, age, appreciation, courage,
Form:
Rhyme
To find something that springs to dawning light,
Dazzling in the dark, a diamond in a dusty bowl,
When not really looking, only counting sheep at night
Convert to counting blessings, to cocaine for the soul.
Polished the dreary calcium in the hollow bones,
Driving life through veins laid dormant in complacency,
Our meeting such an architect, laid paths of stepping stones
So obvious, so plain as day, a self-fulfilling certainty.
As if God had blown a kiss and that kiss our dreams had brushed
And caused them knit together as one delicious entity;
Sparks flew, ethereal lasers, bolting painlessly and hushed
Now that we are favoured children in delirious schemes of destiny.
Together we can face re-growth within each others' sphere,
With treasured warmth of love to keep at bay the lonely cold,
I have you and you have me, together we are here
With promises to keep us both, to have and to hold.
Categories:
painlessly, faith, life, love, uplifting,
Form:
Verse
Morning lights on my leaden eyes
And on my body still weighted in sleep
Fuzzy thoughts try to creep into my mind
I try to move not sure if I really want to wake
I check the time on my mobile
That is beside my mattress on the floor
(Even though this bed is not quite ideal I reflect
At least I have a roof over me and I am safe)
My body clock and nature’s demands
Say I must rise
In this I have no option
I roll over holding my sore back
I will my legs to move
I shuffle slowly at first
It helps my circulation
The heaviness dissipates
I start to move less painfully
The warm summers day looks on me with lacksadaisy eyes
My body responds like a dull knife that is not able to cut anything
I need a sharpening tool
They say ‘Iron sharpens iron’
I need this if I am going to make this day cut with any precision
Painlessly, cleanly and with heightened sharpened wit
I look to the Rock that is higher than I
My heart is quickened within as I acknowledge His spirit in me
I am not alone for the sword of His word brings me light and joy
His presence in me brings me peace
And soon that which is corruptible will be swallowed up into eternal day
‘This is the day that the Lord has made’ I will rejoice in it
For YOU have made me Glad!
© Brenda V Northeast 3 Jan. 2012
Categories:
painlessly, allegory, faith, health, hope,
Form:
Free verse
A Softer Way to Die
We live and study life
We pray that somehow
God changes his rules.
No one wants to die
No one wants to follow
Those complicated laws;
I mean no lie-ing - no steal-ing
no sex - before marriage no
Fornicating, no killing
No lust-greed or defiling the earth.
Amen.
All we can do now is try to find
" A softer way to die".
Pick your battles...
There are many ways to die.
I asked, God why?
When mom threw a
"Monkey wrench" in my world
Answering - "We all have to die"
I immediately winked at God...
Thinking to myself (not I).
Gave him a little nudge;
Sidebar God: I said to God
Adamantly "I do not want to die"
"Can you change the rules "?
I never heard back from him
On that subject.
I went to him again
God "Can you at least
Keep me with a mom-
I said "So that I won't be an
Orphan like Shirley Temple”?
He did get back to me on that
And Mom is Alive and well
Plan A. (living forever)
Still not executed.
Once again contemplating
Thoughts on how I want to die.
I could not think of a pleasant way
To die, none that seemed appealing.
Nor any options that would be fun.
hmmm, eat myself to death.
Playing chicken with the train,
Might prove thrilling.
As time grew nigh
My thoughts continued
.... On a softer way to die.
Childhood gone, middle age gone'
Old age approaching fast and furious
Destroying me like a sudden
Approaching hurricane...
This storm knocked out my lights
Memory gone now.
Forgetting my life- my loved ones
Forgetting my friends,
Children, and foes alike
Forgetting my wrongs - my sins
and accomplishments all.
Everything's gone. So, now
What do I do?... How can
I rewrite my life, Take account.
Of that which I remember not.
The realities if my existence
Has been wiped out from
The Forest Fires burning
In my mind’s eye.
Have no recordings of
Who loved me or of who
I shall never forgive.
How will I know that I ever even lived?
Taking my dark blank pages into
The afterlife- My shadowy
Existence ends. I feel no pain
I Have no thoughts,
Have nothing to contemplate.
For I have asked to live forever
Or that I die a, softer way
Forgetting to eat
Forgetting to drink-
Forgetting to swallow
Forgetting to breath...
Forgetting this life-
I close my eyes and fade away.
painlessly
© Vicki Acquah
Categories:
painlessly, childhood, conflict, confusion, dark,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Whenever in the company of his trusted friends
St. Paul Lafargue had always said:
"I sure hope I never get a sainthood someday
- That would be supremely lame for an atheist
In any day and age."
The man was modestly honest - If not honestly modest
So I did everything I possibly could
To make sure we would celebrate his feast day,
Every-single-friggin-day!
I ran all the way straight to Vatican City,
Where I skinned all which remains
Of my horrendously disfigured knees
After tripping over my own two feet and half a sheet of LSD
- That's when I said: "Serves me right for not taking it easy."
"Jesus I'm witty!" I was nervously thinking,
as I picked broken grass
and bubble gum
Out from under
My gaping wounds - "My God,
I don't have any time for this modern-day humdrum!"
I defiantly said as I proceeded ahead
Demonstrating little more concern
For my previously acquired gangrene
Than I did for my recently sustained ruptured spleen...
...So to make a long-story painlessly short
And to keep all threats of (comedic) violence
Condensed to a marginal fault,
All that I really had to say was this:
"So; How about it? What do ya say?"
- After smashing up the whole place
With a couple of my favorite teamsters
- And that was just about that!
Paul Lafargue had been canonized
All for a philosophical laugh!
- I must've cracked every single situational gag
His Holiness had been expecting to be pulled
Straight outta my brimstone hat!
I guess it's true what I hear everybody say:
The Pope is behaving far too liberal these days.
So the next time the stupid boss comically asks:
"Why is you writin'?! - Why ain't 'cha workin'?!"
Tell them as many times over as it may take
Until it fully absorbs into their tyrannical brain:
"I refuse to work when I don't really wanna;
It comes on like a hunger, sometime, after lunchtime."
Categories:
painlessly, anti bullying, philosophy, political,
Form:
Free verse
I hear things that make my dear heart lose its composure.
The news of Earthquakes,cyclones,and tornadoes have brought my rigid heart to a fracture.
Our lands have felt them,even the air,the waters and those high places that have the mountains as their enclosure.
My tears cant help but roll down my eyelids commisure.
Who will answer the question that our hearts conjure?
"Who is at fault?"
The weather?,mother earth or grandmother nature??.
Rather,i think they should fault us for our torture.
Which we effortlessly and so quickly have dealt to them in immeasurable measure.
I think we would have stopped this if we had thought of even our own future.
But presently in our minds,it's more exploitatory mechanisms that we conjure.
So we can defile their resources intricately till they become impure.
Imagine the wastes and damages we have made her procure.
Just for the treasures we greedily want to procure.
The pleasures we temporarily want to enjoy.
And for the landscapes and structures we want to see in our pictures.
We forget all the fractures she painlessly endure.
Despite our hand-made breakages and fissures.
how many prohibitions and restrictions did she actually adjure?.
Yet we have engineered diverse machines and given them fear-imputing features.
And it's her crust that our machines puncture,when we ride them recklessly like men on stupor.
We have access to her materials for sure,and from them get our own beautiful infrastructures.
But we fill her waters with things that her impure,and our day to day activities disfigure her once beautiful structure.
Though we see the havocs that we have caused to rupture.
we still take our stand and claim our actions are just for our comfort and culture.
Oh!! These tears are for the environment,mother earth and grand mother nature.
For they are caught up with destroyers in this dangerous venture.
If only our actions from now are unto them like a cure.
Then there will be hope to take a picture one day,and what you will see in them are wonderful eden-features.
OLUWATOBILOBA ©
Categories:
painlessly, earth, humanity, natural disasters,
Form:
Blank verse
I have no terribly strong ambitions
and no burning desire to do something totally new.
I’ve seen, heard, smelled, tasted and felt so many things.
As a child I daydreamed.
Today such dreams are rare.
The wisdom of the “ages” has proved to me
the futility of dreams too high,
for I have learned by now
that if I had truly wanted
the fantastic things I’d once desired,
surely I’d have fought and gotten them by now.
And when I think of it, I did manage to achieve
some measure of success with poetry,
having wished once upon a time
to be able to write as did my beloved mentor -
hundreds upon hundreds of poems!
I live the fantasy of life vicariously through movies!
If I had any kind of bucket list, I suppose it would be
to watch every good movie ever made
and every one that will be made in the future!
However, that cannot be a suitable item for a bucket list
when I am always watching movies anyway to achieve that goal!
I am satisfied with life.
Even on a bad day, I am thankful for small comforts,
my home and family, friendships, poetry, the many pets I’ve loved,
the joy of simple pleasures such as music, books and food,
past experiences, future plans, and the daily routines I enjoy.
And so I search my mind to know what would be on my bucket list,
but I honestly can’t say.
I have only this to say about the “bucket”:
I hope I might learn how, in the end,
to painlessly *kick it!
* For those who don’t know: To kick the bucket means to die.
Written by Andrea Dietrich
For Frank Herrera's Bucket List Contest
Categories:
painlessly, life,
Form:
Prose Poetry
My heart sleeps.
I lead it to, tell it to,
Want it to, beg it to.
Slumbering, breathe
Painlessly in and out.
In… and out…
In… and out…
Quiescent, breathe
Painlessly in and out.
Sleep my secret, sleep.
Categories:
painlessly, depression, happiness, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
I don't know whether she's still there.
And nor do I really know why I even care.
For so many years she never crossed my mind.
But Daddy always taught me not to be the
forgetting kind. It would be nice to see her being
gently touched by the wind as she weeps painlessly.
An old weeping willow tree arrested my thoughts today
after many years. There was nothing sad enough about
the thought that grew a tear but, in my heart, I feared that
the willow tree may have met her demise. In my memory,
I saw her as stable and strong, a coveted shade provider at
the time. Back when I was just a boy, she seemed older than
the house in whose yard she grew. I remember her well, a striking
site ascending in fields of cotton, not far from a lovely pond popular
with ducks. Perhaps one day on a leisurely drive with my lifelong bride,
I shall ascertain her present status. And only then shall I be satisfied.
060223PS
Categories:
painlessly, life, spring,
Form:
Free verse
Slowly my eyelids
Lower themselves upon my cheeks
Escaping is the world before me as
Everything goes dark and quiet
Painlessly I go...
Categories:
painlessly, sleep,
Form:
Acrostic
Eighty-four pounds at age 27
An illness nearly claimed my life
The doctor said, “You have an option”
But the choice was one that cut like a knife
No man would want me for a wife
“Pray for a miracle; linger in pain
Or negate any chance of having children”
My husband had died, my hope long since drained
In a sense I already felt barren
To live painlessly, I gave in
*June 23, 2014
Categories:
painlessly, sad,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Oh, that I were perfect
Full of endless love and compassion
Empathetically embracing charity
Giving selflessly from the depths of my soul.
Loving and forgiving painlessly, wisely
Enduring all manner of evil without hatred
Without complaint
Without anger
Always…
Forever forsaking faults
Free of revengeful inklings.
Never dreaming of another’s calamity.
Never dwelling on ill wishes.
Never noticing imperfections in others
Charitable in thought and deed.
Sharing my soul…my talents…my hopes…my dreams.
Selflessly looking toward the well being of others.
Putting their needs before my own.
Endlessly overlooking bitterness sent my way.
Never indulging in envy or covetousness.
Returning hatred and envy with kindness.
Never misinterpreting another’s intentions.
Never speaking harshly
Never making a mistake
But, alas, I am not faultless.
The road to perfection is an uphill climb.
Introspection makes the direction clearer.
Desire for improvement shines light upon the path.
Endurance is the key.
Love is the essence.
Forgiveness a must!
God forgives.
Shall we, also, and find peace…eternally?
I say yes, with God’s help
Through the perfect love of Christ –
His love is the light of the world.
Perfection is my goal.
Forgiven…forgiving –
Faultless, before the Father
Perfected through the eternities.
© April 27, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Categories:
painlessly, introspection, religionlight, light, love,
Form:
Free verse
Embittered lime slices, that were cut abrasively-
making cutting knife rasp with pain endlessly,
is left of a heart wrung in dry and high on the shores
of love sea that is still tossing in lunar ecstacy,
wound had bled tears acidic and abyss sad.
Unsate and childlike at the dry cherries of a mother bosom
hungry me was on a chase like a bird shot
eyes forlorn in anticipation and heart thudding
at the slightest driblet of a look and hook of warmth sweet
I found you looking in from drify soul's door ajar.
Coincidence and confluence made us what we are
pals and smiling ghosts of the grievous green amour scars
fulfilling and filling like nectar in cookie you held me afar
brought scarily near and left those wispy soft marks
the soul was no forlorn sole but paired without a mar.
treasures I do treasure as I tread the treachery mare
all care, that is adequate, is spent in keeping it frame bare
as we build the palace slow,low and aglow with emotions and slight passion
caressing the hurts that still hurt painlessly deep down in core bastion
I vow and stow and grow to keep you in my stride,style and stashin'.
Guess you would not be bud crusher!
Categories:
painlessly, lifeheart, heart, me,
Form:
Free verse