Best Pneuma Poems
Eucalyptus
Amidst those scorching rays,
Standing tall; limbs high up,
Waving, not caring to disrupt.
Roots, busy finding their ways,
Shallow inside flimsy ground.
Inner serenity, not corrupting
When the reflection of bearing
No fruits is taken into account.
Alive to the pneuma of its life,
Laying in essence of its leaves.
Bane of its longevity, still eased,
Pull of timber want, on the rise.
Mere portrayal of more than just
A giving empire, meant to be cut…
Categories:
pneuma, deep, earth day, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
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Up I lift your petite thews as your
pneuma follows
ahhh
your breasts
mine face
your swell
from mine trace
Like the feather
so slight
so much like the Robin’s egg
I must softly touch
in fear of thine crush
Platinum blond wavey long locks
pretty bright blues
and pink flesh from our long days
sun
kiss me
shut me up
Categories:
pneuma, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Shadows on my walls are silent
Yet, wield stories; often violent
Because messages must be told
Within my self, my heart does hold
And the stories that were uttered
Hushed intrusive others
Surrounded by the shadowy figures
In silence, I mouthed their nameless brothers
Walking in the past held memories
The dreams of my enemies
Explaining their inner pains
Listening, though I kept their refrain
Then my pneuma knew for certain
The tear of that curtain
From whence the shadows came
Stepped out from him and is to blame
And in the darkness were several lights
Beaming hundreds, of tiny sights
Music heard from here and there
Sounds vibrating ghostly everywhere
And the birth of a tiny star did shape
Within that void
Troubled stories within shadows of souls
Well, laugh at me if you must!
The lost brothers who had no trust
Listen cowards with opened ears
Listen closely they’ll be no cheers
The words will not be enough
silently whispered and then hushed
Forever silenced, within, she wept
There the crowds morned her loss
Though misunderstood dimmed her gloss
There she stood amidst her kin
She glowing from within
She held a sign for all to read
“The shadows are no longer silent, indeed”
And her peace finally came resting
When the ghostly images retreated from molesting
Categories:
pneuma, anger, betrayal, conflict, metaphor,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
The rooster crows
Heralding a new dawn
Yet sleep is beyond me
That basic human need has deserted me
Leaving me in a whirlwind of thoughts
Contemplating, scheming
For what else can I do?
Reminiscing, remembering
What else is there for me?
Musing, pondering
How else can I survive?
When all that I ever wanted,
All that I ever dreamt of
Vaporized into a noxious smoke
When all that ever contented me
Is gone in a puff of smoke
When mine nights are restless
And the nightmares keep me up
Where then can I get more dreams?
How then can I ever hope?
When I am this close to my demise
When mine existence is all but useless
How can I ever sleep?
Without the hope of ever
Holding her in my arms
How can I ever dream?
When the anticipation has grown cold
And my future looks bleak.
Why then should I sleep?
When the dreams turn to nightmares
How can I ever sleep?
Without the hope of ever seeing her smile again
Without her,
Who sang me lullabies with that soporific voice
Can I ever sleep?
Without the hope of dreaming of her
Tell me,
What is love really?
Memories?
Recriminations and regrets?
Pain? That agonizing pain?
Would that I had known,
Would I ever have loved?
Would I ever have dreamt?
Would I ever have hoped?
Mine pneuma is vexed
The questions never end
The answers are never found
And sleep is still beyond me
My eyes in the darkness,
Open to a beautiful vision
A vision of my persecutor
She whose heart I broke,
She whose pain I authored
The girl who I love so much
She whose memory gives me no respite
She whose departure has stolen my sleep,
The only one who can exorcize my ghosts
And bring back sanity to my heart
Guess I have to live with the pain
Till eternity and beyond!
Guess I have to cohabit with my memories
Till the very end of time
Guess I have to live with the hallucinations
Till she finds it in her heart to forgive me
And to love me as I always will
Guess I have to put up with the sleeplessness
Till the emotion subsides
IF IT EVER WILL!
Then I will sleep!
Categories:
pneuma, lost love, me, heart,
Form:
Quatorzain
Inamorato,
Ascultate my vociferation!
Contravene your sepulcher.
Insurrect our omnipotent.
I enjoin thine quintessence.
Eupnea!
Eupnea!
Whilom anon.
Euphoria salvo.
Eschewal Valhalla's porticullis.
Genitive hedonic, envisage.
Erewhon betwicts my gammons.
Imbibe of my mammilla's.
In perpetuum cache me.
Gehanna upon macrocosm.
Forlorn.....
Forsaken......
Your Inamarata writhes.
Is thus kismet?
Cull Inamarato!
Winnow!
I abjure forthwith.
Abaddon velleity extirpate my noumenon,my pneuma.
Categories:
pneuma, death, depression, grave, grief,
Form:
Free verse
I find everyone riding the acme of jubilance,
but weeping at their inflated gloominess
Thy lords have created everything,
yet every pneuma is suffering
If you watch closely,
there is so much satire in this tiny sphere,
Every leaf that breathes,
hides an ache deep underneath.
Categories:
pneuma, satire,
Form:
Lyric
"Baffling Ole sawol
immortal principle in man
my pneuma spirit connects,
and communicates with God
My soul betrayal is myself
My choice process mostly wrong
This is my sin, calling
Mine mind betrayal trust not myself
Lies to you, my soul, my breath
My soul betrayal is myself
Nephesh O' soul betrayer of my life
Nephesh soul betrayer of my mind
Nephesh soul betrayer of mine eyes
Lying to my living, breathing conscious body
My soul betrayal is myself
Denying myself, lying heart, lying self
So mine soul betrayal alive my heart is dead
Betrayal of my soul, mind and heart
Depart, deceitful tongue, deceitful heart
Betrayed by my soul and breath
the last of it?
My soul betrayal is myself"
4/18/22 2022©
For Soul Betrayal Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
(Sawol/Sawel=means Soul)
(Nephesh-Hebrew for Soul)
Categories:
pneuma, allusion, analogy, anxiety, betrayal,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Regardless of the ever slow and piercing passage of more than two centuries, her sapphire eyes still remain encrusted in my memory, like precious gems on an ancient fallen crown.
Only fractures and scars remain of the come-and-go parades of fabricated love, which served only as the ground to sow the seeds of my own desolation.
Like a hand grasping thorns, is the stigma of knowing the punishment of her absence has not yet ended, and that I again, will not have in this life her guidance, her light and presence.
Images flecked with dust twirl in my mind, to the rhythm of the arrhythmia of my eternally consternated heart.
As if conspiring, time managed to abrogate all its forgiving powers and magical healing, although I admit that the constant remembering of her love, like a refreshing ever flowing brook, has always been the very best of every day in each life, briefly relieving my withered and shattered spirit.
Losing myself in the memory of the thousand details of her Venus like beauty, gives me life, flares up my senses and wafts me through the swirling smoke of hours burnt.
Clinging on passionately and frantically to the memory of the essence of her loving way, I am momentarily able to perceive this empty world, as paradise.
I miss the way her soul breathed, and how every time it gently approached mine, I´d be engulfed by the violet halo of her auric light, taking me to heaven here on earth.
I remember the glory embodied in her poised grin, as she realized how I became bewitched when she described with her mellifluous voice, details of the impossible love she felt for me.
I miss her intriguing yearning for the science of the pneuma, and the amazing knowledge she possessed about the laws that rule the merging of souls. She taught me that love conceived thus, is the only force that governs and transcends the infinite, inheriting the power to enrich life wherever it may be.
I miss her intense urge to make me a better person, despite knowing just how difficult it would be.
An unforgivable mistake from my part, left her without option, forcing her to remove me from the magnificence of her life, leaving me adrift between the jaws of the three mysteries of time, and into the hands of living death.
Categories:
pneuma, love,
Form:
Free verse
Alone in this world
cruel masochistic world
treacherous, treasonous
My lone soul
Frightened, anxious
Fighting against evil
Demons, Fiends
Ghouls from the past and present
Mine aching heart
Bleeding, yearning
Missing my only love
A deep agonizing love
Let thy sword come
Unleash all thy curses
I will vanquish thee
Send thee to Hades
My soul, My pneuma
Get thee ready
Thine enemies hath come
To steal, to rob you
Of thine good heart
Stand guard mine soul
Against all the world
Alone and lonely
My darling
My life is bitter
My soul has been savaged
For they left me alone
Friendless, solitary
With only memories for company
Memories sweet and sour
They went forever
Gone to their maker
Left me their babe alone
Vulnerable unarmed
With a bleeding heart
Aching for their love
Aching for your love
A deep agonizing yearning
It was that inevitability
That robbed me thus
That left me lonely
With exiguous hope
Little to look forward to
Little to anticipate
I despaired
And was angry at everything
Nature, Life, Humanity
A ripe mind to cultivate
By the demon king Lucifer.
For i was hapless
Alone and lonely
And the fiends came
Hungry bloodthirsty vermin
Screeching happy in anticipation
Joyous and conceited in their minds
Blind and unseeing in their conceit
For my sword hand was ready
I couldn't let you down
no such betrayal from me
no such treachery from my heart
so i stood strong and faithful
Alone and very much lonely
Your love was my armor
Their love my shield
His Angels my guidance
Yet i was alone
Physically very much alone
But for your love,
For their love
For His love....
Alone and lonely
Categories:
pneuma, lonely, me, betrayal, love,
Form:
Romanticism
In solitude I find silence, in silence I find my voice
In my voice there is song, in my song there is praise
My words near flawless, my ardent aria is Rejoice!
In pneuma I find solace, in solace I upraise
In upraising I see Christ, in Christ I see salvation
My servitude near flawless, my sins abrase
In my heart I have joy, in joy I have jubilation
In jubilation I feel triumph, in triumph I am victorious
My victory near flawless, my fear is not damnation
In reality I am imperfect, in imperfection I am inglorious
My willingness near flawless, my transformation glorious
Categories:
pneuma, christian, religious, self, song,
Form:
Terza Rima
As the Cup Runneth Over
thirst
dire, immediate
pleading, despairing, compelling
newborns, world, pneuma, rivers
living, assuaging, redeeming
quenched, blessed
wellspring
(c) sally young eslinger 11/8/2023
Categories:
pneuma, environment, god, health, humanity,
Form:
Diamante
Dole
Killed
Slowly
Wailing soul
With an expiry
That is not perceived with the eyes
But is eroding the deep fibers of thou being
Until thee become stagnant without feeling profound emotions that stir your senses
3-16-2016
Categories:
pneuma, sorrow,
Form:
Fibonacci
A sacred space, the spirit weak,
Death's angel, patient, waits;
The pneuma raspy, prospects bleak,
Yet hope anticipates.
From dust to dust, the cycle nears
One revolution round;
Despair ye not, for it is clear
That this is hallowed ground.
A mother and a faithful wife
Slips peaceful to the past;
A daughter of the king of life
Awaits the unknown vast
Where death has lost its grip, its sting,
Yet felt by those still here,
Till she beholds a wondrous thing:
At last, to be drawn near.
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Written a few years back after sitting with my wife and her siblings and their father, as their mother passed.
Categories:
pneuma, death,
Form:
Rhyme
I am still shocked by your sudden death
I'm still sobbing by your abrupt departure
I still pine for you, dear. I'm still out of breath
Every time I think of your unique behavior.
You were different, sexy, exquisite and sassy
You were very special to me day and evening
You were difficile, tough, caring and demanding
Holy God! What a combination for such a lady.
My heart is still beating profusely for your smile
I am still yearning for the images and the style
You left in my pneuma, my memory and my mind.
I am discombobulated how nature can be so unkind
I still yen and yawn for you. I am now very unhappy
I'm extremely sad, because you left so unexpectedly.
Copyright © May 2020, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Categories:
pneuma, death, death of a
Form:
Rhyme
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i hear'd
you're thuh recluse
alone
raising your beauty
in the
hovel
i
mar thuh city center
'mongst thuh pigeonz and
squirrelz
(I) lie
and
lie
'bout the salt streaks
shading mine
overcoat
each splash
thinks uv yourn
they strip'd ourn sheath
from ourn thewz
yet in secret
they too
(I) miss you
(I) only see (you)
whence pneuma
cry
Categories:
pneuma, allusion, angst, extended metaphor,
Form:
Epyllion