Best Path Of Least Resistance Poems
The brook follows the path of least resistance
It does not confront obstacles
It embraces them
Nature knows not war
The landscape is tranquil, peaceful
Nature likes it that way
Rolling shades of green sprinkle the velvet hills with
A myriad display of colorful flowers
Flaunting the multi-hues of the rainbow
The eye follows the brook’s unimpeded meandering path
A Monarch jig-jaggedly flies in glee
Its life will shortly come to an end but
That’s Nature’s way too
A dark brown and brittle dry leaf
Detached by a tender wind
Floats and softly lands on a fallen twig
It remembers where it came from
Clear water caresses the rocks underneath,
Whispering sweet, gurgling, purling sounds
Its watery arms embraces the smooth stones
As it fills the cracks between them
This is Nature making love with passion
Subtleties which go unnoticed to the human eye
Are nevertheless relevant in their spirit
As life unfolds its evolution.
When we make love. who sees us?
Sometimes we don’t even see each other
We often forget that love is tender, giving,
Nurturing, healing and compassionate
Nature knows this –
We should too.
If to be a winner, I must first suck up,
Then instead, I will gladly lose.
If to gain popularity means kissing butt,
Then a path alone I will seek and choose.
If to climb the ladder is scoring brownie points,
Then a different ladder I will choose to seek,
A ladder where is required integrity and virtue
And having such will not get me treated like a freak.
I will not blindly follow along the path of others,
On the path of least resistance the majority on, trod;
Where the path accepts, condones lesser traits
And where I'll be led away from the Lord, my God.
The ridicule of humans, the whispers behind my back,
Will not a bloody difference to me ever make
Nor tempt me to change my course of direction,
Knowing the path well traveled also hosts the fake.
When one has experienced the dishonesty of others,
The betrayal by many and lack of trustworthiness,
The superficial charm of wolves dressed as sheep,
One then seeks to avoid all such human shallowness.
My Path in life has been a tough row to hoe,
With many wishing I would fail all along the way,
But all's given me strength and courage to persevere
And tremendous insight that in my poetry I portray.
If by a 'muse' I am directed, then my Muse is God,
For it is He who has Gifted me, therefore is deserving
Of my praise, appreciation, my deepest gratitude
And through it all He Loves me, while humans are reserving.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2017-07-11 10:29:00 (EDT)
All rights reserved
Most people are like electricity,
they prefer to travel down the path of least resistance
They don't want to get involved too much,
they like to be bystanders, sitting on the fence
They don't really want things too hard,
don't wanna struggle like a salmon goin' upstream
Just make it easy for their decision making,
would like to get from here to there on a transporter beam
Get on that old beaten trail,
go down that worn out wide path
It's the easiest way to get to hell,
walking backwards will incur God's wrath
Beware: the devil's gonna wanna trick you
Beware: Satan's gonna be real persistent
Beware: the Trickster's gonna lie to you,
to lead you down the path of least resistance
Beam 'em up on that old beaten trail,
beam 'em down that worn out wide path
It's the easiest way to get to hell,
oh you will instantly incur God's wrath
Most people don't like to feel electricity,
it jumps on you lightning fast
And if you're not a quick thinker,
you will become a tale of the past
I was raised up the old fashioned way,
do what you're told, then you'll have your say
Be obedient, follow God's sacred rules;
move down that shining path, it's up to you to choose
Get off that old beaten trail,
don't go down that worn out wide path
Take a straight narrow road to heaven,
walk forward and one day you'll see God laugh
Beware: the devil's gonna wanna own you
Beware: get you to do what he wants you to
Beware: Satan's lurking in the distance,
so resist taking the path of least resistance
I am an echo of time
A fleeting moment about to end
Where lost horizons mime
And fading dreams defend
Like a decaying dust
A massless mold with endeavor
Like a restless rust
A nuance within the never
I fall into existence
Behold my name
I am the path of least resistance
Searching for where I came
Let me jump into the abyss
Soon you will forget who I am
Will you truly miss?
That I was a hologram!
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July.15.2020
Last poetry contest...
Sponsored by~ Silent One
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
ALUMINUM SIDING
my heart is buried behind the aluminum siding,
trapped inside that bubbly feeling i’d get when your arms would graze my waist,
in the late night bus rides when the light slipping through the shutters swathed your smirk in soft, blazing bandages.
you called me darling back then.
why won’t you call me darling again?
your love was scrawled between ink splotches, inside hugs and eyebrow raises,
while i thought it was too timid to beat its way out of your rib cage.
why didn’t i see where everything was hidden sooner?
my metamorphosis into something more unhinged began the day i left you.
and with you, i left everything i love behind.
you twirled saturn’s rings around my fingers
and scribbled possums on sticky notes that i treated as love letters, hiding them in scratched phone cases and backpack pockets, carrying your heart on my sleeve, mushed in with chewed erasers and tangled earbuds.
so now i walk the heartwrenching path of least resistance away from you,
but it’s not the path around the aluminum siding we used to take.
Being Persistent
By: Miracle Man
2/4/2021
One of the biggest illusions many have,
is that of entitlement.
Few things arrive on a silver platter,
and when they do,
absent is any feeling of gratification.
Countless are obsessed,
by visions of having what another has,
but without cost, feeling entitled.
Each person should strive to earn,
their space in life.
God fills each path with stepping stones,
that advance us toward our goals.
Yet chosen too often,
is the path of least resistance,
And many become just disembodied voices.
Rise to the top, Cream does.
Time Marches On
Time marches on,
but things can change.
The flow of life is the same,
but we can spin away.
Find a place to abide;
a life to call your own.
Find a way to live;
a way to feel alive.
All the road blocks,
will guide your way.
Till you are strong enough,
to crush them all.
That path of least resistance,
is how the water flows.
Carving a river, a gorge,
a valley, and canyons deep.
Find the path,
that works for you.
Seek the way,
to grow and shine.
You are important.
You can make a difference.
As time marches on,
and you flow with it.
Gradually...
I will get wiser...
the closer I get to you, my love, my wisdom gains
more trust. I am realizing that no one else is out there for me...
only you...
Gradually..you make me better...
more better than I ever thought I could be.
Gradually...
I will heal...
Heal from the disease of loss.
I have accepted I couldn't save her,
and I may never heal completely but...
Gradually... it will get easier.
Gradually...
I will accept my past for what it is...my past..
my future is based on my actions of yesterday,
but today I find more hope that I can make a difference.
Gradually...I will bring peace to the world.
Gradually...
My faith will move mountains...
The sight of the sparkle in my eye will see a million
days of hope and grace from the Lord.
Gradually...I will accept my beliefs as a crossroad to growth.
Gradually...
I will stop giving myself a hard time..I am only who I am
because the Lord made me this way. In whatever ways I falter,
may I learn to continue walking the path of least resistance.
Gradually...I will become the woman that I need to be.
Gradually...
I will be content with my mirror...
Every time I look at myself, may I see more beauty
as every day passes.
Gradually...I will love myself completely.
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: February 17, 2016
Illuminatus
I don't know how a prisoner fits in a cell
how the matrix of justice gives energy
to the inner thoughts using mitochondria
the dentist never seems to smile
the chemist does not like fire wax
and politician does like logic
like the mathematician
I don't know how many planes a pilot flies
over the Atlantic
aligned to the meridian
to the upper half of the hemisphere
at the top..a nipple
it was the hand of the child
and suckling of love
So we meet the lawyer
perusing the journal of a psychiatrist
who argues the existence of psychic energy
yet it seems the mist misses spirituality
and the ghostly scenes are unjust to conformity
so help him God
he has already lost the case
Here I am a feeble poet
playing with mind of logistic
creating planes and vertices
graphs of time in the fourth dimension
I fell in love yesterday but I feel it now
its time against matters
what matters against reality
as I write creativity rules logic
So here I am
applying ohms law on the smartphone
as long as electrons have kinetic energy
concentrated to diffuse for potential difference
it will light
this love that diffuses from this heart
if you re creative..create an electromagnetic spectrum
illuminate love
magnetise the unlike poles
choose the path of least resistance like electricity
and shine the sky
for NASA to study
for you re a universe
science dreams as fiction
©Riddle Code
While others fall through the cracks of society,
I confront every crack with a willing dive and leap.
I am the greatest slacker that has ever come to be,
never contributing anything to anything or anybody,
always taking the path of least resistance religiously.
Once while collecting unemployment, while on welfare
and social security disability,
while also collecting a pension I received monthly,
a government official paid a visit to me.
Now I live in a resort prison of very minimum security.
Room and board, three square meals, everything that I need,
to live the rest of my life comfortably absolutely work free.
I am the most successful slacker of all slackers
that have ever come to be.
Bound by a steel forged chain
The more he struggled the stronger it became
Handcuffed with tenuous desire
A self-fulfilling mind needing to be lifted higher
Through the darkness he must chart
A path guided by the sound of a beating heart
Each step, each breath, each thought
Fuelling the fire, the hands that forge the sword
A weapon so strong yet quiescent
In the hands of the man whose mind is present
Brought down upon the bracing hindrance
Will lead him upon a path of least resistance
I asked for strength for the journey
But its in the journey I find the strength
I hear lost souls cry out
These are more than just words that I think
Yeah I'm on the brink of disaster
Lady Luck I'll come by and see you later
But at this time I'm ending the game I only got like ten minutes
But actually I'm running five minutes late
Yeah! its kinda like my life story
Yep, the red foe is crushed now
Sure, I'm just like lightning that is struck down
Like the beginning of wisdom, is to distinguish the differences
I face my fears, I continue in the face of resistance
Because the path of least resistance is what makes both men and rivers crooked
If I have another hearing the judge will throw the book at me
And last night, Oh my GOD why did you forsake me
I got on my knees and prayed for guidance through this darkness
I went back to where it started: and I walked away, took away the threat and became the target
Of course I'm more than just a product of my environment
I'm entirely> Aware that there are 2 kinds of conspiracy
The conspiracy of the government and the conspiracy of the devil
My soul is here just to show you, you must dig deeper inside yourself
I've reached way past the point where it seems hopeless
Every door in Sweetwater is closed to me
So I close the door to hell and open the door to heaven
It was God who said everything my hand touched would prosper
And my hand has touched this keyboard
And my voice is just screaming out to touch that microphone
"Get your microphone and make it pretty; Put a skull around it for this city"
If pain is an illusion then why does it cut so deep, like the razors edge it etches itself further and further leaving reminders of sins long past. And as each melancholy day passes us by we drag our selves further down into the dark abyss that is depression. Yet with each passing shadow comes a shaft of light to reach for but as the droplets of blood fall from the razors edge we slowly find ourselves back into the sad tale of monotony. With a slow pitter patter like rain we walk down a path of least resistance and yet cry out for more and as the next bright light passes new life is found. The hand now holds not a razor but a pen and where once was a reminder of a sin long forgotten now rests a flower beautifuly drawn.
The Purpose Of Life
Some say that doubt among many truth’s convictions relieves the questions
relives narrates unfolds the thinking understanding cogitating human being
Too much like cogs in wheels of life some thus respond and posit that its
enterprise oozes soothes from a sense of feeling warmth’s emotion’s intuition
‘Its action good deeds and virtue’ shout philosophers from roof tops root tops
crowned winged elegance of contemplation clothed in ivory towers
Or is it ‘Science’ ‘God’ ‘The Revolution’ ‘A Path Of Least Resistance’ ‘Trying Harder’
‘Drugged Insistence’ ‘Evolution Fit and Fatter’ or ‘Sex’ and ‘Happiness’ Hottest Guns’
A panoply of tapestry and fabricated fabric’s fragrant fragmentation to synthesize
pragmatic hedonism ‘I Want It All And Now’ approaching nearing paradise
The apple of our eyes in cycling spiral’s procreation or might there be no sense or
meaning just simple free and undirected flow of something unbeknown to any kind
Tumbling in the halo while sunshine radiates in love compassion kindness seems a good
design on meaning my purpose aimed at understanding what its all about before I die
01st November 2016
LOVE IS NATURE, NATURE IS LOVE
and surely man is no inferior flower
to die unworthy of a second spring?
(John Clare – The Instinct of Hope)
The landscape is tranquil, peaceful and calm
Rolling shades of green sprinkle the velvet hills
Myriads of blushing flowers brighten the spirit
Nature likes it that way
The brook follows the path of least resistance
It does not confront obstacles
It embraces them
Nature knows not war
My eye follows the brook’s meandering path
A Monarch jig-jaggedly flies in view
Its life will shortly come to an end but
That’s Nature’s way too
I hear the water caressing the rocks,
Whispering sweet, murmuring, quiet sounds
Its watery arms embrace smooth stones
Filling the cracks between them
A dark brown, brittle dry leaf
Detached by a tender wind
Floats and softly lands on a broken twig
The leaf remembers where it came from
This is Nature making love with passion
Subtleties, significant as breathing in and out,
Go unnoticed, but are relevant
As Life unfolds its evolution
When we make love, who sees us?
Sometimes we don’t even see each other
Often forgetting that love is giving,
Tender, nurturing and healing
Nature knows this
Nature pursues harmony
And seeks constancy
We could learn from nature.