Best Ponderous Poems
Oh I love the sound of the rain
a softly spoken spiraling sustain,
marathon runners against the grain
all soon lost within their drain...
One slows down near my eye
a staring contest with a somber sigh,
could it be a suspicious spy?
as my tears match their coasting cry...
It then speeds up again
leaving satiated sorrows within its stain,
for it utters no words to complain
only the remnants of its strain...
Avoiding languishing lanes to leap
where whispering wallows weep,
formless in its kaleidoscope keep
racing down the window to sweep...
Longing lugubrious raindrops skewing
victimized amidst my viewing,
each one in a ponderous pursuing
a dismal deluge in their renewing...
A jaded journey of their repeating
sharing thoughts upon our meeting,
all is dry after their completing
memories once shared now fleeting.
Aug.09.2019
Writing Challenge 1,
August 2019 - Just Write
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Musical background...
Signs of Nature
Rain Sounds
Stormy Skies
Female Virtual Voice
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Categories:
ponderous, fate, november, rain,
Form:
Rhyme
You can simply lay me there in shade of trees
that slowly breeze their umbrage with the
ephemeral sun, a caress with tenderness across this
fragile frame.
You can leave me here, where fragrance of freshly
rained grass will wash over us with the warmth
you used to bathe and sprinkle subsequently
with perfume.
You can lay me here and sit, watching
clouds move with grace of swans, or ponderous
nobility of elephants, blocking the sun with their
tenacious bodies.
And when you go, you will shed some tears, love
in your heart and remembrance of all the words
we spoke, or never said, all the arms and legs and
raging love.
You will remember, you will remember.
***
May 6, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
ponderous, death, emotions, goodbye, remember,
Form:
Elegy
Lost in a wistful arbor, where malaise blooms,
Mists flower in hypnotic bleak violet dusks
Shades of brooding melancholy
Bruise my treasured bouquets of dreams
And plod through ponderous mists
In metamorphic doldrums
Cold inertia spirals into lamentations,
Midnights drugged with stupor
Lean heavy on my homeless hermit heart
In withering labyrinths of tangled voices,
Atonal buds of plaintive paeans,
When pensive lethargy pierces dawn.
My rose, in apathy, sees no reason to bloom
As shades of gloom birth shadow seasons
And pale fretting’s unbroken gaze dulls dawn’s hues
Clouds of sighs ravish new shoots
Born in sweet trances of possibility -
Each breath a tedious indecision wrapped in enigma.
Dullness shrouds each new growth in greyness
A slow march into inertia’s bower of cathexis.
Categories:
ponderous, garden, sad,
Form:
Free verse
I squint my eyes from the glaring sun
As I drive cattle across the open range.
I am the youngest hand, so I ride drag
Covered by the dust stirred into the wind.
This is the life I have chosen
To hear the steady creaking of my saddle
The songs of the cowboys as they lead the herd
The lowing cattle as they smell water.
This is the life I live
To see the endless stretches of prairie
The hens and rabbits scuttling away
The ponderous beasts flowing in a living stream.
This is the life I love
Watching the horses graze peacefully at night
The cattle milling about during my night ride
My horse's gentle breathing as I circle them.
May this be my lot while here I remain
May I drink from the freely flowing streams
And breathe the pairie air until I die.
Whether life be short or long
May I ever onward toil, and be content
With the satisfaction of honest work
With the steady pounding of hooves
Biscuits and chili by a wavering fire
And sleeping under the sky on the open range.
Categories:
ponderous, animal, cowboy-western, horse, life,
Form:
Free verse
I think that I shall never see
A lovely poem written in defense of the bumblebee!
The ponderous and not so glamorous humble bee -
Obviously dreamed up by a senatorial sub committee!
An old stump that in summer becomes its deadly lair,
It flits about chasing little kids, settling in their hair!
It brandishes its fearsome stinger- its well-known bane,
And when stabbed in the fanny causes a heap o' pain!
It bumbles about with gossamer wings so delicately thin,
And upon its loutish face, notice that fiendish grin!
Such silly poems as this are composed only by fools like me,
But 'tis for certain that only God could love a bumblebee!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
With sincere apologies to one of my favorite poets, Joyce Kilmer,
for my parody of his beautiful poem "Trees"!
Categories:
ponderous, funny, parody
Form:
Rhyme
Don’t Speak
Close your sweet lips
So I may whisper wine drops in your ears
Close your eyes
So that I may wisp you to magical delusions
Where the scent of love
Wraps around your essence
Your nectar enticing and perfume captivating
You need no words at all
For the love above shall embrace us all
Together, we shall dance in all kinds of weather
Me and you
Love letters bashful and vineyards that grow
With each whispered word
Let me wrap my arms around you
Love has fermented in eternal caskets
The bonds shall keep us together and free
No one can hurt us
Eden was be quested to us
Our paradise until we turn to dust
The stars in the sky
The raging fire warming loins below
Angels massaging our seductive dreams
Do not speak; hear your heart and ponderous desires
You know you are a flame on fire
Scream for me
As I shall conquer for you
The love within the heart
The love never to be
Do not speak
For teardrops have spoken
The sadness within awoken
Do not speak
Our love was to keep
Inside the bowl of teardrops
Evaporated
Categories:
ponderous, angel, art, heart, joy,
Form:
Free verse
REPLACEMENT
I champion a different philosophy of life
On a scale line of dramatic and emotional
Thought
Ranging from hate to love –
Weight dishes filled balanced evenly –
Replacement overpowers the right extreme
The love dish clatters noisily on the table
Hate is left hanging high and dry
Replaced by love
Whose presence is monumentally ponderous
The ideology remarkably simple –
Any thought residing in the suspended hate dish
Is blessedly replaced by love.
Dave Austin
Categories:
ponderous, love,
Form:
Free verse
The Tiny Seed Opened
Deep the ponderous silent beginning
Rumbled its struggle to
And break open once upon its lilting
And thought
It lifted high some resounding
Gathered itself by pulse climactic
Loosening
The swollen burst of its making
And deeper driven the slow light emancipating
Rising glory
The exulted splendour
Forth rushing spreads encompassing
In the eternal reaches
The heart beats deliverance
Sings joyous cries
With life eyes
“I am here !
“I have arrived !
The impassioned apex of praise
Fortissimo to the pinnacle creation
The tiny seed
Opened
Inspired by
Also Sprach Zarathustra, Op. 30
( Eng Thus Spake Zarathustra) is a tone poem by, Richard Strauss composed in 1896 and
inspired by Friedrich Nietzsche philosophical treatise of the same name.
( Wikipedia )
Categories:
ponderous, nature
Form:
Free verse
The ponderous fog lifted early,
now the widening bounteous blue
makes its presence known,
my feet stay on the ground,
but my eyes climb an upward
journey passing slowly in review
and as big as passion itself.
I'm gently carried to another height,
a caressing contentment and quiet period
where the depths of inspiration
seem limitless among the sculptural
mountains that slope near, then
irregularly lift and fall, and beyond
every heightening, a new heightening waits.
Resting on the mountaintops, one huge
cloud with scalloped edges of mighty
morning shine, and lingering high above
are the smoldering sunbeams, therefore,
ranks of gold in scattered grandeur
are put on view wherever it falls.
A wandering river coursing unhindered,
alongside, verdant fern that's spread out
like green lace, but also sated
pines in their stateliness of movement.
Reaching for mountain peaks so that
serenity stretches out its sensors
to relieve any inner restlessness or
turbulence while steadying my hurried pace.
Categories:
ponderous, happiness, inspirational, nature, passion,
Form:
Free verse
It took me awhile to comprehend
the true significance of "be patient."
We've heard it all before,
but it's funny how we often fail
to cogitate over this phrase
and feel it's ponderous weight.
One who says it to you means well,
not playing the pontificating fool,
but hanging a priceless jewel
over your head so you wear
the advice like a necklace.
So please listen to whomever
advises you to "be patient."
It's arguably the two most
important words you could ever hear.
It'd take me a mighty long day
to list all that I've learned
from this simple phrase.
It's common sense, stripped naked,
made to dance in a cold rain.
Yes, my friend, be patient,
when wading back into
the murky creek of love and romance.
Be patient as you chase
your rainbow. Don't move too fast!
You'll get to that pot of gold.
Do not be discouraged.
Be patient when on life's highway
lest you crash! Good things
come to those who wait.
Date written: 01/17/2021
Categories:
ponderous, inspirational, perspective, uplifting, wisdom,
Form:
Didactic
the lake sits glassy and smooth
songbirds of noon
have long since retired
in their place sound shrill chirp
squawk and croon
faded peach and blue,
diffuse light yet left,
spread their peaceful, off-tint hues
while mortal reds lighten and bloom;
this is a place to die.
unlike the bleach bright White
of a temporary cot and room:
this is a place to be consumed
by patchwork green,
and the ponderous weight of night
to relax the coil and tangles
of the knotted life I choose;
this is a place to die
drowse enchanted
lose my sturdy suit and tie.
I will trade for the industrial tomb
these womblike evergreens
to play nursemaid and tray-in
the last cups of clean dusk air
quietly.
Categories:
ponderous, life, nature, philosophy, places,
Form:
O’ to fade! To pass! To rest! To die!
To ponder, to listen
and not forebode -
you were as a thresher to the chaff
and the driven wind
that winnowed.
The thunderclap of Tawhiri raging
silence not a loving
fool’s complaint,
nor portend for whom the bell tolls
when the echoes
of time grow faint
My heart alas divided against itself
knows not what to say
or what to feel,
and with ponderous words recited
I return your resting
place to kneel.
Some final absolutions shared alone -
cold black rain upon
my brow and cuff.
Judge not a froward son - I am who
I am, and have
been judged enough
We are but the quick and the dead,
and just or unjust
no keeper of time.
O tell, what sin was imputed to you?
What concealed divine
law or crime?
And what burden so dark the lamps
of Heaven and Earth
burn less bright?
I ask do we in this realm find peace
or is death’s victory
our only respite?
Only in beds of posthumous sleep
will end my
unspoken confessions.
Nay, I no longer exhume the past -
it rebukes all my
searching questions.
From umbilical dawn to end of days
I failed you - I added
unto your woe.
In life and death there comes a time
when to hold on
and when to let go
May your life and times early passed
live on in the heart
that lives in me,
for in all the silent screams below
is my own howl
in my own vanity.
As I pen my verse the charcoal sky
again rumbles softly
over a distant knell.
No loss, no sorrow, no love unwept
can unring that
fearful tolling bell
Written: July 1991
Categories:
ponderous, anniversary, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: December 09, 2023
____________________________________
solitary slope whispers below
by the vernacular aphonic
with a fierce wind and unbiased rock
bucolic vibe is ponderous
It's chameleon patois
In schizoid iridescence and fluffy sky
I decipher everything
while trudging uphill as blind
Into the mouth of irrational tempest
no reason to stay here
as haze covers the sky
crows excel at tracing the white trail.
Categories:
ponderous, analogy, appreciation, mountains, rain,
Form:
Free verse
Leaves of uncertainty have covered the earth
fallen from trees of anxiety and dread
a path, once as clear as crystal blue water
clouded by ponderous tears in its stead
Silence of laughter has deafened the world
stilled by the smallest of creatures we know
the crashing of cymbals in life’s symphony
has summoned us all to a new kind of show
Yet, for this fearsome of unwelcome visits
we will find sunshine on beaches to come
but we must fancy the sun from our windows
to save for us all and not just for some
Categories:
ponderous, feelings, hope, life, planet,
Form:
Rhyme
deeper and deeper still
still my heart
that cannot fathom
that cannot reach
Your depths
i cannot breathe
eye-level of the seas
higher and higher still
still my heart
that cannot fathom
that cannot reach
Your heights
i cannot touch
the sun on tippy toes
still my heart
keep my soul
deeper and deeper
higher and higher
where breaths are not needed
where the heart stops beating
where the Spirit is living
with ponderous wonderment
of the inkling You gift -
my open hands feel the weight
of Your mighty and gentle palms
You underscore them in embrace -
i dance in the transcendent space
Categories:
ponderous, christian,
Form:
Verse