Best Relentless Poems
(FICTION, PLEASE. It is easy for me to write in the first person, but nearly all my poems are fiction. Please don't attribute this poem to me. I loved my wife to distraction. For ten years she was sick and I cared for her like a baby. My only regret is that the ambulance which took her away would not allow me to be driven with her. I knew she would die and she would have wanted me near her despite her dementia. We were lovers. I don't know where I got this old poem of mine, but it is still fiction.)
Shifting relentless time,
sand in hourglass trickles slowly
towards its final hour.
Pretending I care not,
I bask in the sun,
enjoy mellow breezes,
I wait; the end will come.
The sky is clear, my mind is not,
in truth I am distraught,
echoes of a distant past
ripple through my futile thoughts
reminding me of your last visit.
Now you stir in your desolate grave.
My listless life is at a crossroads.
I hover in a vicious vacuum,
remember all the senseless shame,
slide after seamy slide recalled,
all your wants and needs
which I demonically and cruelly denied
despite the reparable ways,
you made my fantasies would not come true.
Now it is too late.
Frustrations tear my sinful soul,
I lie bound in a wicked web,
I'll drink my teacup of remorse
tomorrow is another curious chance:
I pray for spiritual rebirth.
HIS GRACE IS RELENTLESS
You called me from a million
but what did I do Father God?
You gave me eyes yet I chose to be blind
You gave me ears yet I chose to be deaf
You gave me mouth yet I chose to be mute
You gave me hands yet I chose to not share
You gave me feet yet I chose to turn my back
To Your call,
I said No
I did not stop
I run away
I opted to disobey You
So stubborn, I refused
doing only what I want
what I like...
Left to right roads with trees,
cemented, rocky, sandy,
so many roads I walk through
believing I can without You Father God
but I was wrong... terribly wrong!
I gain the golds, the diamonds
I was happy then for I have lots of friends
Day and night,
I taste the best meat
I drink the finest wine
I drive the newest limousine
I dress in signature clothes
I walk in branded shoes
I can sleep even in a bed of bills
but why?
Why amidst all these I am not happy?
I feel lost,
there is no peace, no contentment.
I am like the empty hole of a doughnut.
It is as if I am in a dark tunneled labyrinth.
I am calling the name of my mama, my papa
the friends whom I shared my golds
but what I heard in an echo
is my own voice....
I fell and dream.
I captain my life's ship
so wanting to sail,
swim on the ocean blues
watched over by sunny skies
and if tired
rest awhile in silky white sands
but along my sail,
the breezy air begin to blow
the quiet sea begin to wave..
Lots of wind blows they hit my ship
I thought only seagulls I will see
but again am wrong,
waves became tides
shaking and disturbing my ride...
I woke-up, asking myself...
If only I have chosen,
responding to Your call Father God
where could You have lead be?
I start my search,
uttering my cries,
repenting for my disobedience
weeping for Your grace and compassion
to kindly rescue me...
Always loving,
Always faithful,
Always merciful,
Father God answered me.
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Copyright © 2015
11:00 am, September 06, 2015
It's rough
and tumble,
life's frenetic
race,
we stumble
and struggle
to outrun
a whirlwind,
leaving moments
as specters
of the past,
grasping
at shadows
and chasing
fading dreams
upriver
in time's
relentless
stream.
I don’t know if my mind still knows the way,
or if the path ahead is just a fading gray.
These endless nights stretch like centuries long,
haunted by a dream that whispers, yet feels wrong.
I don’t know if I’m truly free, or bound tight,
if I’m walking the path that God would invite.
Am I nursing wounds that ache deep in my core,
or donning a mask that hides the hurt I ignore?
Maybe I’m caught in this relentless chase,
grasping at shadows, losing my grace.
These worldly desires weigh heavy on my heart,
planting seeds of worry, tearing my soul apart.
Oh, how I long to speak with the me of tomorrow,
to look into his eyes, to share all my sorrow.
“Have you found the peace that time promised to bring?
Or are you still wrestling with the same haunting sting?”
“Did you achieve the dream that keeps me awake?
If you’ve made it, please show me the way to awake.
And if you’ve lost hope, if the darkness still stays,
tell me how to escape this unending malaise.”
I bear the shame of feeling so low,
crushed by the weight of a life that moves slow.
I wish to be stronger, reborn from the pain,
to rise from the ashes, to dance in the rain.
Please, dear God, forgive me for wrestling with doubt,
for the whispers of fear that leave me without.
Extend your warm hand and guide me from strife,
for without your direction, I’m lost in this life.
Woe to those who call evil good
and good evil,
who put darkness for light
and light for darkness,
who put bitter for sweet
and sweet for bitter.
~Isaiah 5:20
Woe unto the one that twisted her heart
to love the vagabond with honeyed tongue,
whose poison turned a joy-filled day
into relentless night.
Curse the lips that gave cruel lies as truth,
words that shuttered starlight in the velvet night,
and caused the dawn to cry
with anguish in love’s ruins.
His every kiss did leave its scar in virgin flesh,
and every promise became a dirge within her soul,
a heart that once beat in rhapsody
now beats in heavy requiem.
As time ticks by relentlessly
we look back and wonder
where the hours and days have gone
they seem to have passed in a blink
When young we squander time
not yet understanding it's value
the years stretch out endless
we think nothing of yesterday
Yet as we age it seems to fly
now we take note and savour
each precious second, each memory
filling the pages of life
Age comes to all with the aches and pains
now we can relax and enjoy the hot sun
take time to enjoy simplicity
hoping for it to slow to our pace
But those seconds tick on relentless
time marches on regardless
have we filled the pages wisely?
as it comes time to pass on.
I watch from the rooftops
as they swoop down on the blocks
chasin' the opposition
those who, through life falter,
So we scatter as the sirens
from the cop cars sound
like the bombshell warnings
in Israel
and if they caught us they mauled us,
Many physical frames get assaulted,
by the police assaulters,
See since initiation
we pledged allegiance to the dough route,
and no doubt,
they wanna' see us trapped
like rodents inside a po' house,
But with Gods strength & knowledge
we broke out,
Then we changed our passages
by breakin' our ghetto thesis' into pieces,
and puttn' in hard work
the result
the spreading of wisdom
means the cash increases,
So we take care of the needy
get real estate, cars, clothes
and we like our jewels
like water when it freezes,[icy]
Now we're certified poetic scholars
droppin' mo' feces than a seagull,
And they hate it when we ball,
We're on fire, rising up
so they attempt to make our heat fall,
they propose an underpriviledge recall,
Because they want us back in the factory,
but my screws are not loose
so stop attackin' me,
I need eyeballs in the back o' me
Because they're relentles and so am I.
When very young, we blindly may dismiss
Our elders’ admonitions about Time,
Or future grief or pain, for in that bliss
Who recks of illness, death, mischance, or crime?
And in our prime, with life’s distracting needs,
With open, seeing eyes, we still are blind:
We go our ways, and yet, while Time proceeds,
The passing hours are rarely brought to mind.
But when we're spared into our elder years,
We recognize the truth we used to mock:
That whether youth was fraught with joy or tears,
There is no hope of winding back the clock.
Use well the days, because with every breath,
Relentless Time will sweep us all toward death.
Hard work and success go together,
As a human being, we are recognized with awards and honors,
But there are many creatures in the world,
Those who work very hard, never recognized, but achieve their goals.
The ants, with their tiny bodies and mighty strength,
Toil tirelessly, hoping they will never lose,
They carry burdens, marching in a line,
Their unwavering spirit, a divine inspiration.
The bees, gather nectar, a task they willingly bear,
Their hard work is not in vain, those who try never lose,
They build their hive with precision and care,
Their unity and diligence, a lesson we can share.
And amidst the forest, the mighty beavers reside,
Building dams and homes with unwavering pride.
Their hard work and perseverance, a testament true,
That with determination, there's nothing we can't do.
Failure is a challenge, accept it,
See what is missing and improve it,
Unless you succeed, give up your peaceful sleep,
Don’t run away from the battlefield of struggle,
There is no glory without doing something,
Those who try never lose.
T'was the month of July
should've been sailing upon calm sea,
brightest sunshine
blue sky so clear.
For days and days, it rained and rained
As if the sky's afallin' away,
Bounced wildly about on wall like waves
T'was death we came to face.
Tied ourselves with ropes around our waist
To not to sea be blown and swallowed away
The only thing for us all to do, was pray
Then mates and the capt'n their voices did raise.
Began singing aloud sailor's songs of old
Drowning out their dread in the sea's assault
Sudden shower of sunbeams began to pour right out
Of the opening heavens by gushes of wind, parting clouds.
Hope returned about the crew
They knew the sea would be subdued
Looking through his spyglass out to sea
The capt'n saw our destination appear.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 05.16.11
The house struggles
to keep its roof above water
The Gasconade river
smashes it into oaks
that slash the walls
slice the roof
The house thrashes
rips a telephone pole
out by its root
crashes
boards swirl
splinters in brown sludge
The round eye
of the satellite dish
does not blink
before drowning
5/2/2017
Hovering feathers
Apprehensive behavior
Triumphant feeding
Relentless
I can feel the interrum.
It's at the very edge of a cliff.
My blood is racing through my veins.
My heart is heavy and stiff.
I didn't expect this.
Not for one second.
Sometimes I really resent life's lessons.
I love the rise.
Detest the recessions.
The suspense is relentless.
It's cruel and pretentious.
I can hear the irony ringing in my ears.
It tries to sing its theme song loud and clear.
I didn't expect this.
Not for one second.
Sometimes I really resent life's lessons.
I love the rise.
Detest the recessions.
Life's not fair.
But life really doesn't care.
The truth will never be less than true.
You either live life or let it live you.
The suspense is relentless.
It's cruel and pretentious.
I can hear the irony ringing in my ears.
It tries to sing its theme song loud and clear.
This time, it knows its words won't be heard.
SUMMER RAIN
Relentless rain ~ just what I asked God for.
I prayed release for thunder trove and all.
It’s poured for many days ~ please don’t be sore.
Cursed drought! Potential hope of siren’s squall.
Lush vibrant leaves! Luxurious quaint fall.
7/12/2017
English Quintain
Iambic Pentameter
A void bellows where my sense used to be,
compulsion to slip pound coins into slots,
an urge to consume much voraciously.
What once I did, I must strive now to not,
snatch from false hungers a life that will sate
compulsion to slip pound coins into slots.
When will the aching abyss, fade, abate,
how can this soul, macerated amend:
snatch from false hungers a life that will sate?
Stricken, panicking child splashing deep end,
kept from success by fear's crocodile-snap,
how can this soul, macerated amend?
I search for some tool, some bright cage to trap
jagged brutality, parasite bile;
kept from success by fear's crocodile-snap.
Bone-tired, I go on to next battle, while
a void bellows where my sense used to be:
jagged brutality, parasite bile,
an urge to consume much voraciously.