Best Plaguing Poems
'There is no silence in poetry.'
As I swing back and forth,
surrounded by an abundance of petals,
I still remember being a stranger,
in a foreign land.
Sun shone so strong that day,
as I traveled through the 'hustle and bustle,'
of pastry shops and fruit stalls,
until the path became narrow and dusty.
Soldiers stood guard in tall towers,
as pious ones prepared for prayers -
but my footsteps of fate,
were only devoted to you.
As I entered through an iron gate,
anxiously anticipating our first glance.
I admired fragrant blossoms -
until your scent drifted past,
like a sweet refreshing tepid breeze.
Innocence of your soul reflected,
through those almond brown eyes.
Shyness of your sleek smile,
created an angelic visage -
pious ones supplicated in service,
but it felt like I was the one in heaven.
So many poetic thoughts came to mind,
yet I could not find a metaphor to justify it -
yet poetry can never remain silent.
As your eyes told me a story,
that has yet to be told -
I saw you hiding in trenches,
dug deep into your heart -
so I spoke to you in a language,
only you would understand.
Promising to take you away,
from all the trials and tribulations,
plaguing your mind.
One day when our hands lock,
we will gaze towards horizon's hued tones,
lost in the delight of twilight's twinkling stars,
till sunrise illuminates through our eyes.
Together life will become beautiful,
as we venture from Giza's pyramid,
to the temple of Artemis.
Watch as our footsteps wash away,
along white sands of Boracay beach,
as we bathe in its calm 'crystal clear' sea.
Yet nothing will be as beautiful as you.
'Poets are patient, but their pens are not.'
Simple Musing
Silent One
25 May 2020
Categories:
plaguing, love, poetry, romantic love,
Form:
Prose Poetry
“I want to be alone… with someone else who wants to be alone.” – Dimitri Zaik
I was born an introvert,
misplaced in an extroverted garden.
Mother's cocoon,
which once kept me safe and warm,
now left me exposed to
green-eyed predators,
who stole my fluorescent fragility.
Is it any wonder that in adolescence,
my heart resembles red glass,
which can shatter at the slightest betrayal,
bleeding in crushing, harlequin drops.
In between the silence of heartbeats,
there was a demonic darkness,
plaguing the scent of my honeysuckle aura—
making me feel an imperfection of ugliness.
Until a vision of a celestial silhouette,
appeared in evergreen ethereal tones.
His smile glistened like tender
pearls of white, seducing
my senses speechless.
I am like a drop of rain upon
his petals of orchid glory.
I know there will be monsoon seasons,
erratic elements harassing my presence,
among his poetic prestige,
yet, I yearn to be
the one,
who is forever enthroned by
his emerald eminence.
Categories:
plaguing, dark, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
*Dedicated to my friend Rick who passed away yesterday...12/11/22*
The day has taken you, but heaven opens the gate
No more suffering, nothing more to contemplate
Now, you are flying with angels in the sky
Just being in your faith with all the reasons why!
The day has taken you, but you are finally free
No more illness plaguing you, nothing worse to see
Free from the pain or even the evil across this land,
You’re singing with the angels my friend, I can hear the band!
My tears of reason do fall…
But for you, I will stand tall…
Because I know you’re in a much deserving better place
And you’ve found a way to be with me, even though I can’t see your face!
Your words are in my mind…
Your ways are in my heart to find…
Right here and right now, to replenish moments that are sullen,
Until I find you at the end of my path, left worn by teardrops fallen...
Heidi Sands
12/12/22
Categories:
plaguing, death, faith, friend, loss,
Form:
Rhyme
Rife are grievous echoes lamenting worldwide
From widespread disgust clamoring weary sigh,
Perturbed in lonesomeness, bawling in dark,
Clasped beneath shroud of tenebrous clouds,
Rendering world aghast in grip of distraught.
Battlefield is raging, tearing apart humanity,
Women and children are dying of atrocities
From bombs and missiles fired indiscriminately
Destroying buildings, annihilating normalcy,
As lives scatter, fleeing death and uncertainty.
Fueled by anger, pent-up distress is brewing,
Helplessness is stirring, caught in pandemic,
Lives once dynamic are static, unengaging;
Minds are bewildered, hearts are agitating,
Feelings, once solemn, have now turned eerie.
Oceans are heating, hurricanes are churning,
The Alps are melting, yet the rivers are drying,
Cities are flooding, neighborhoods are drowning,
In uncontrolled infernos forests are burning,
Unfathomable climate is plaguing farm yields.
Gales stirring extremes roil storms of suffering,
Lava churning desperation is boiling, bubbling,
Ready to erupt violently spewing angst volcanic,
Challenging fate openly, tired of venting silently,
Foretelling of warning: a blow-up is simmering.
November 4, 2022
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 14 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Tile chosen: Tinderbox
Categories:
plaguing, anger, angst, anxiety, emotions,
Form:
Verse
I've a growing b-tch
of a persistent itch
plaguing a part down under
in a well-hidden spot
sweaty and hot
tearing my sanity asunder
I long for a table
legs sturdy and stable
for a really quick rub up-and-down
even a toothpick
or any such gimmick
heaven help; it's now inside my crown
Tightly I'm tethered
I grin but nay bear it
for relief lift my legs a mere tad
the heat's volcanic
the swelling gigantic
as far as itch goes this is bad
Mouth starting to foam
I hobble on home
I've mere minutes 'fore madness takes hold
my head's on the spin
an orchestra within
one step from insanity's threshold
Once inside my abode
rev to fast turbine mode
my eyes and my fingers a-twitch
on the verge of cuckoo
I kick off my shoe
with relish scratch the dastardly itch
I curse, for this morning
I disregarded Ma's warning:
"Today sultry and hot is our weather
to avoid insanity
wear shoes that are comfy
not those ones of el cheapo leather."
Categories:
plaguing, funny
Form:
Rhyme
I awake to the dawn of a new day
I wonder what this day will bring to me
I reckon I should start off with a prayer
I feel as empty as my barren tree
I’m drifting back through the years of my past
I don’t know what I’m hoping to find
Perhaps something that I missed long ago
That is secretly plaguing my lost mind
I pray my mind is not forever lost
As I quietly stumble through my past
Trying so very hard to find away
To forever shatter my homeboy mask
My mind now holds me in captivity
I pray my heart and soul can set it free
Categories:
plaguing, life, recovery from...
Form:
Sonnet
Driving home in the dark through blinding rain
Hassles at the office plaguing my brain
Longing to escape life in the fast lane
Motorists are cussing with words profane
From shouting back, I struggle to refrain
Car mirror shows my forehead’s bulging vein
Sense of sanity I try to maintain
My heart races and I’m feeling chest pain
What is the point I try to ascertain
Thoughts of ending it I now entertain
To repel these notions I have to strain
Remembering Jesus never complained
Entry for the March Madness Contest
Categories:
plaguing, angst
Form:
Monorhyme
Pondering perils
of writing poems in rhyme,
it plunders my mind.
A poet's plaguing problem
so I propose to pen prose.
Categories:
plaguing, poetry,
Form:
Tanka
I don't know what you came to do
But I came to praise the Lord
To proclaim His anointing spirit
And with Him to get on board
Jesus came to preach the Gospel
To spread the holy word of God
To let the people know that
Oppressive behavior comes not from the heart
Today many people of color are suffering
Financially and legally as well
We're the most disadvantaged, the most killed
And the most incarcerated in jail
Our minds have been colonized
Our history diminished to naught
They call us savage and undisciplined
And say we can't be taught
Red lined, stopped & frisked
Under counted in the census of the nation
No federal dollars to our communities
As we're constantly under dissipation
I don't know what you came to do
But like Jesus i came to speak power and truth
For those issues that plagued his time
are now plaguing mine too
As there's nothing new under the sun
But we need to believe
That if we tap into our Holy Ghost power
There's nothing we can't achieve
To be the change in the world that we want to see
We must make it come about
By embracing the resurrection power of Christ
And with true faith to work it out
I don't know what you came to do
But I came to take a stand
For I've been delivered and empowered
By the Sacred Blood of the Son of Man
I don't know what you came to do
But I came to battle and fight
As I'll no longer sit in complacency
But challenge the status quo out right
To put the devil on notice
And give hope to the oppressed
To cause a shift in power
And get our circumstances addressed
I was created to be free
And not a prisoner of any man
For I'm a child of the Heavenly King
And For me He has a plan
As homelessness isn't my destiny
Nor is poverty my goal
And like Jesus I came to change the world
And take from the oppressors control
I don't know what you came to do
But I came spread the Gospel of Christ
To let my enemies know that I will now
Lead an abundant live
Yes the battle may be long and protracted
But I'm in for the long haul
As I don't know what you came to do
But I came to tear down strongholds
Categories:
plaguing, faith, gospel, spiritual, wisdom,
Form:
Carpe Diem
Sponsored by: Silent One
If this was the last
___________________
| If this was the last_goodbye |
But, what if this was the last time I cried,
Don't want to be hidden behind lying scrys.
The world forgotten on their prying device,
Humanity alone algorithmic thrice.
Heaven on you shoulder beckons you home,
Mirror-sucking marrow through soulless domes.
But, what if this is the last chance to thrive,
Society nullified blue tick uprise.
Locate my strength to become whole again,
Discharge into the torrent of play-pretend.
Am I willing to wonder the outdoors,
Bleak scepticism plaguing putrid drawbacks flaws
Pick up, put down, conscious cyber remorse,
No better a junky and their driving force.
But, what if this is the last time I lie,
Unsubscribe, double-click, shut device; goodbye.
Categories:
plaguing, allusion, anxiety, conflict, culture,
Form:
Rhyme
restless thoughts drain my mind
to stay or leave, a choice plaguing dead of night
fate...unkind
one dream on hold
while hours invade without delight--
I'm cold
coins tossed
nothing goes right--
lost!
restless thoughts drain my mind
while hours invade without delight
lost!
Categories:
plaguing, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
God tells me not to worry and to place my trust in him,
though my faith is strong as oak or steel,
sometimes I'm weak within.
I'm told he has a plan for me that only I can know,
but waiting for his answered prayer
is like waiting for grass to grow.
Here I am, Lord, down on hands and knees,
asking you to lift these burdens,
plaguing me.
Although it seems like you're a dream I can never quite discern,
my mind and soul help me uphold,
it's you, for whom I yearn.
As a runner for the finish line and a pilot towards a beacon,
to land his plane on safe terrain,
and birds return each season.
Though lost, alone and sojourning in this land we don't belong,
I keep my eyes upon the prize,
of that home for which we long.
Each step I take and stumble, like a child's first cradle crawl,
I lift and stretch and try to catch,
your smiling face before I fall.
With faith much like a mustard seed, growing in your Light,
I only ask, please let me bask,
in tranquility tonight.
Categories:
plaguing, allusion,
Form:
Rhyme
Today, the local daily papers highlighted a man of honour...
Deserving of his honorific title Datuk bestowed on men of honour...
Given his loud and strident calls for those holding the reins of power....
To better buck up in all matters of governance, to honour pledges while in power..
From relative obscurity, this quiet man has been religiously executing his duties...
As a number 2 man in the high office called the Special Branch, overseeing matters of security...
Given that his beloved nation now staggers under a yoke of suspicion and bad governance....
He is steadfast in his intergrity pledge of topmost quality service to the king and nation...
Loud is his urgings for civil servants to uphold pledges of intergrity and loyalty...
It is obvious his strong conviction is born out of a man of the highest principles...
Befitting the post of the Special Branch deputy director....
Today's interview in The Star provides an insight into his character...
Clearly it shows he is not easily cowed under political pressure..
And most admirably, not seduced by subtle promises from political masters...
Headlined as From Special Branch top cop to enemy of the state...
His candour in this news piece is credit to his character...
He knows where his loyalty lies and he is highly principled...
Admitting that he deliberated well and hard before he launched....
Some very personal and opinionated statements that jeopordised his career.....
When in fact he has merely 1000days more to see the tail end of his career...
What a ignominous exit for the country's top cop because of his stand on integrity...
How many other officers in the goverment dares stand up to uphold such integrity....
This dedicated man daringly calls each spade by its name and no other names will do...
Even as in this complex society we live in, a wrong can be whitewashed with blinded loyalty...
If only there are more politicians and statesman of this datuk's quality...
Our country will not be suffering from escalating racial prejudice...
Or economic ills that is plaguing our posperity and currency...
Are there more men of integrity and high principles..
Are there more such men to help steer this troubled country...?
Categories:
plaguing, anxiety, community, corruption, courage,
Form:
Light Verse
I feel as if I’m inadequate,
No job and no money, worthless…
I’m sad and jealous…
I feel like a loser, with nothing
To show,
I feel fat and gross,
Internal battles are plaguing me…
I wish I looked different,
And had something to feel proud of…
I have nothing to contribute,
And I feel like a burden…
I wish I could go to this and this,
And buy lots of groceries…
My self-esteem is at a low,
I see nothing but flaws…
I hate looking at myself…
No job, fat, gross, worthless…
I feel like a loser…
In my eyes, everyone’s prettier,
More successful and skinnier…
I yearn for confidence…
I want so badly for money, and a REAL job…
Instead I’ve nothing,
It’s not that I don’t try,
I try so hard,
And with every day that passes,
No call, no emails,
I feel worse,
My heart gets heavier…
I don’t want to eat in fear
That I’ll gain weight,
I don’t like my arms, stomach, and legs…
My smile is crooked,
And I have two chins…
I’m tired of my internal struggles…
Hearing my thoughts all day…
I wish I felt better,
I’d give anything…
Categories:
plaguing, body, identity, pain, self,
Form:
Her strong apron strings
have a hold over him,
Suffocating his soul
Controlling and grim.
"Let him go", I cry out
This young man in his prime
Is responsible, reliable
And ready to shine.
Her face wan and drawn
With anxiety
Is driven by fears
Plaguing her constantly.
She keeps him close
He struggles from her grip
Frustrated and confused
Heart is torn, nothing fits.
His meals and his laundry
She does every day
He's thirty years old
Not in seventh grade.
He's got a good job
She doesn't charge rent
He's trapped, must break free
Before life is spent.
Written on 2015
Categories:
plaguing, angst, mother, relationship, son,
Form:
Rhyme