Best Pursued Poems
You ever wondered why
You chose the person who doesn’t care?
The person who has a propensity
To struggle with showing affection
You ever wished you could love the ones
That wants to be your world
The one who would make you their world
Why is it that you want time?
From the only person that doesn’t have any?
From the person who has so many other priorities?
Who would never make you their priority?
It’s like making them your first choice,
While you are just an option in theirs
Meanwhile right in front of you
You have a gem,
That might not be what you think you need
In the meantime they are exactly what you require
Sometimes we spend too much time on wishful thinking
Instead of embracing the obvious
Only because you look for complicated
When you can get uncomplicated
Coupled with that sense of being treasured
Being a priority
Why do you continue to chase complicated?
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[Psalm of obsession]
Sleep with the remembrance of Death, and rise with the thought that you will not
live long. - Dwais El-Qarni
He huffs and puffs
impatiently,
anxious at seizing
a moment unknown
of mercy
He scavenges on me breath
in every nook
He fossicks after me soul
in every cranny - as
He pounds verily hard
on me footsteps and whilst
His nostrils unravel me
existence upon horizons dreary
[Time possesses nay reprieve]
His, ain't a pogue,
but a sledgehammer
trademarked of fatality.
Patience oughtn't be
His becoming, 'cause, either
He do or die ...
DEATH,
i've realized,
will have to do - for, if not,
none will be left to inject
mortality's folly upon me:
DEATH
rather
DIE
me.
He runs on a velocity
terrifying than the throbbing
of me heartbeat;
the pursuit
grows desperate every time.
He endorses that
i speculate of Him
a fore i taste Him.
lately,
D E A T H
stalks me shadow
as of a nocent marauder
devoid of mercy ...
irrespective!
Morty settled back to do the audit of the day
The numbers began to blur, and he slept away
His wife tiptoed around him, without any say.
She knew math did not make him joyful or gay.
He got his accounting degree back in ‘73
It’s not the one I wanted he told his wife Bea.
But now that I have it, I am stuck at my dad’s company
Morty was doing the same job in two thousand twenty-three
His wife covered his feet and tiptoed out of sight.
She turned down the fire and flipped off the light.
Morty was dreaming of being a cartoonist which felt right.
He had never pursued his dreams; risk giving him fright.
Hawk Pursued by Squawk
Dark & White Mottled Flight,
Red Chasing Cardinal Instilling Fright,
Guarding Agin' Invasion Not Right.
Tiny vs. Awesome & Fearsome,
Courage Hear Ye All This Poem,
Able to Scourge, Raiders Stem.
Songbird Brave Hightails Raptor,
Saving Chicks From Certain Capture,
Watching 'Underbird' Prevail Brings Rapture!
What if he passes away at the age of forty?
The servant who was the backbone of society
Female self-esteem protector
He interacted with the people and listened to their joys and sorrows.
The populist leader
The societal servant
The owner of life for the sake of the lives of the poor
That face that was not buried until the very last day
A worshipper who is fueled by devotion
The people's prayer
Always on the path of truth
The best social worker the society has ever seen
Guys, do you heard the word talent? Yes, it's a common fine art. Is it a winged seed from the parent? Certainly, it's a gift of the god.
It's a holy rain from the heaven Talent is born only not produced It's the expression of the human An ability which is highly introduced
Is it a miner that brings power?
Yes the power results in fruitful
Talent makes us to sit on the tower
Know your strength and talent simple.
Guys, everyone is born with some talent It's a skill and pursued interest Remember, when the talent is silent Obviously hard work will beat it skilled.
When I feel like crying,
Because my prayers aren’t heard,
I remember, I’d be lying,
If I didn’t thank God for His word.
When I feel like complaining,
Because my life is so dark,
I remember the joy remaining,
Where God’s love has left its mark.
When I feel like I’m all alone,
Because my burdens are ever near,
I remember One my soul has known,
One whose light is so very clear.
When I feel like giving up,
Because my sorrow is too much,
I remember His amazing grace cup,
And all the love in His touch.
When I feel like life’s been wasted,
Because my hopes have been crushed,
I remember all the wonder I’ve tasted,
As each doubt has been hushed.
When I feel like I’ve lost,
Because my heart is breaking,
I remember what it cost Him,
Saving so there was no mistaking.
When I feel like I have no reason,
Because life is full of grief,
I remember, despite His treason,
Jesus even saved the thief.
When I feel like praying,
Because only God can fix things,
I remember that all I’m saying,
Will be heard by the King of Kings!
When I feel I’m not worth saving,
Because I’ve sinned so gravely,
I remember all my worst depraving,
Can’t spoil what He accomplished so bravely.
When I don’t have the words to offer thanks,
And nothing I can say can show my gratitude,
I remember that He said love will fill in the blanks,
So I’ll give Him all this heart He so gently pursued.