Best Renouncing Poems
Poetry is like medication, in each release of expression,
there is healing - Poet.
In the realms of lost childhoods,
where demons prey upon the defenceless -
no one hears your screams.
I wandered spiritless,
like an abdicated soul,
renouncing my existence.
But the pain kept me alive.
I was an unknown vagabond,
forgotten and begotten,
within an eerie mist of misunderstanding.
Sly shadows with crimson eyes
tracked my silent sighs of sorrow,
so I suppressed sincere secrets -
too embarrassed to express.
Until I fell upon verses from dead rhapsodists,
which taught me to become that poem.
With blessings from pseudonym poets,
wounded words began to burn in metaphors.
Ink engulfed in sizzling lava dripped
in impulsive poetic allusions -
expression led to a catharsis of clarity.
I found an abode in decorative alliteration,
a perfect province in personified prose,
where each stanza became my sanctuary.
Under the shelter of fervent free verse,
I collected every shard of hope,
and placed them in my heart.
Sonnets of sentimental dwellings,
revealed syllables of an untold narrative.
The curse of Iambic pentameter
could not prevent bleeding blisters from healing.
My quill is now a silent juxtaposition
of deafening poetic onomatopoeia.
Categories:
renouncing, analogy, metaphor, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
My spirit flew away to far off lands,
travelling over hills and vales,
o'er seas and deserts dry,
until it arrived high
on a cold chain of ridges,
where soft winds caressed my face,
freshness embalmed my inner self.
Perhaps that's why I saw her there, alone
lying on her back, gazing up at the sky
savouring the exquisite joy of silence.
For in that treasured tranquillity
dreams have room to spiral
from the depth of her eidetic memories
renewed and revived, never forgotten.
Out of that quietude she heard
the soft voice of her essence,
reflections of her life,
the joys of motherhood,
the fulfilment of love,
the pangs of parting,
the pain of illness,
the weakness of humanity,
the dreams and emotions
that ebbed, flowed and ebbed again.
I knew she left her home town
deserting her desolate living
renouncing all the humdrum of city lights.
No wonder she flew away
seeking refuge on a mountain side,
above a cascade of water,
lying on the sweet grass
that bordered the lonely stream.
For here she was at peace.
Relief tears trickled down her cheeks:
she could never really forget.
My spirit felt for her for I could feel
that deep inside her was beauty never bound.
I knew despite her tears,
she was happy there:
oh, that she could remain
on that pretty mountain nook
holding tight to hope:
happy amongst the heather
near the tumbling brook
for ever and evermore.
Categories:
renouncing, love,
Form:
Free verse
1.Renunciating a thing liberates
one from grief.
2.Early renouncing earns many
delights for harmless.
3.Renounce by controlling desire-yielding
five sense-organs together
4.Renouncing, righteous, desiring, falling
back as unwise.
5.Banishing birth-sins body surplus
why rebirth more?
6.Renouncing self, ignoring “I
mine” above divine.
7.Sorrows embrace pridy, unleaving
I and mine.
8.Supreme, renounced, rest are
snared in desire-net.
9.Craveless ends reincarnation otherwise
instability continues ever.
10.Fasten thy to nature
to serve desires.
…………………………………
Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31B.C), the author in Tamil
Translated by S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU, INDIA
Published in poetrysoup.com on 15-12-13
Categories:
renouncing, retirement,
Form:
Couplet
ADRIFT
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Swallowed by waves
Intensely waged in war
A mariner swims seized
In anarchic zones
Colliding crests of clear
Currents clash/clutch
Shifting and drifting it
Further from shallow
Fluidic floors
Lingering lured beneath
Deep aqueous lands
He swims sedate a
Straight stroking lap
Embarked on his quests
To cults of creatures as featured
Foreshadowed and seen
In rippling revelation
The chilling cool
Of the seas quench
The tip of his tongue
Tantalizing his thirst
While the lighthouse bells
Roar renouncing the curse
Concocted clamantly by
Imps tightly towered ashore
In aimless search of
He who fiercely fled
Like a falcon freed
From the flooding floors
Mellow sweet melodies
Sound a sugar's energy burst
Beaming bright as the sun
Sparks the dawn's white flame
Shading the scenes a
Deific seraphim's drape
As the towering sky's
Blue clothed in white cape
How brilliantly a defunct figure
Darted deep in the distance
Shapes an empryean eel
Adrift its ocean's reticence
~Poetra Jah~
Categories:
renouncing, christian, dark, death, image,
Form:
Imagism
"haunting the black air, braver at night.......
...lonely thing, twelve fingered, out of mind......
.....I have been her kind."
Anne Sexton
I Have Been Her Kind
I float above....
a cloud, unto myself
my heart a stone experiment
A woman slightly bent
My shapely legs
beneath a dowdy skirt
My sensual lips
turned down with hurt
Leaf brown to love
A woman not defined
An all renouncing mind
Where trust has flown
on dark befuddled wings
A woman, prey to death
I have been her kind
Suzanne Delaney
Categories:
renouncing, abuse, betrayal, emotions, heartbroken,
Form:
Free verse
Straight rows of soft chairs, larval eyes stare blank
Absorbed by glowing colors on the wall
Their jaws slack, fetid whiff, unwashed and dank
Arrested minds the blue screen does enthrall
Their horticulture, growing docile strains
Indulge the twisted whims our lords conceive
The whores to culture, placid in their chains
Reclining prostrate, ready to believe
Our nation’s spirit sinking to expire
Omniscient demigods behind the screen
Transmuting our light to synthetic ire
Red, white, and blue bows to red, blue and green
Unconscious fulcrum, force you can’t deny
Black keys in gray hands of the puppet priest
Subliminal, no chance to wonder why
Clandestine reins pulled taut, they lead the beast
Imbue the symbol with gilt qualities
Admire how they conspire, our life rewired
Such dazzling tricks to blind the polity
In breaded, cheap amusements, we are mired
Our brave new virtual reality
With hidden craft, untruth is overlayed
Eclipsed sun darkens to totality
Beneath benighted noon we walk as day
Predicted, instinct’s base reaction known
To tidal waves of violence and sex
Minds titillated by distraction’s bone
From our Media-Government Complex
Our internecine hatreds stoked, inflamed
Creating and enhancing the divide
True culprits are protected, victims blamed
Incessant war, the great rift yawning wide
Unseemly freedoms have been made taboo
Renouncing power, most don’t even grieve
Relieved to give up guns and money too
Behind red tape and laws lurk skulking thieves
Resounding echoes, our once great New World
Through wavelengths, diodes, context redefined
Cold software guiding social plots unfurled
Far colder people fine-tune the hive mind
Inheritors of might presume the role
Unburdened by the ballast of remorse
Their dark ascent to power and control
Soul-searing wind as you climb to the source
Some zealots hold that this is Satan’s world
Each object of desire imbued with blight
Much clearer when the plan becomes unfurled
So glaring it becomes they have the right
This morbid monolith, our freedom’s bane
Temptation steals your breath, you’d best beware
Choose reason in a world that’s gone insane
Reclaim your only soul and say a prayer
© Thomas W. Quigley
7/17/16
Mostly Iambic Pentameter
Categories:
renouncing, america, political, power,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
the Medicare, an undeserved fund the patients spend,
which seems extremely excrescent,
must be crushed immediately without any mend.
No coverage serves them right! Be they gravely ill or convalescent.
In his favor, all the rules the Capitol shall bend,
prosecution immunity, business chance----each prerogative coming on end.
His flagrance in abuse of power, plus republicans' acquiescence, plunges to a state perversely putrescent,
in consequence, honest individuals wizened while tower of liar and mar-a-lago mire tumescent.
High as the staff's passions hit, perfectly as their patiences fit, more than half at last have to quit.
What has ground away every panjandrum's wit and grit?
His inopportune blah-blah and twitter tantrum bit after bit,
the latter a globe-mocked target and also, often a globe-shocking tool kit.
Atmosphere of allies only too calm and bland,
against them, with his single hand,
he stirs up trade wars amid the entire world's guffaws.
Prostrate shall be the security of homeland,
prostrate shall be the competence of diplomatic corps,
bolt upright frontier walls shall stand----
but stand only in his brain, which constantly bolts out lunatic lore.
Pants on fire, collars on fire, hard and fast is this refractory liar.
Really a refractory and prolific liar, really a refractory and lifetime liar,
boasting his lying score higher than the steepest steeple's spire,
never plans to retire, until one day he has to expire.
Nonsense the globalization trend, nonsense what the majority attend,
abandoning all oversea interests and renouncing all international duties are the cause he shall defend.
And the itinerary of isolationism, his pilgrimage route.
Endorsed by none, would he be alone? A point nothing moot.
Epiphanic from Roman catacombs, arms open, ecstatic and naked----an epiphany non-faked----
Nero comes up to embrace him grinnily, like a kindred spirit in long pursuit eventually slaked
acting as his soul mate cum his sole friend
and escorting him all along to his final end.
His final end, Nero's end, that's who could brazen out the mass hoot.
His final end, Hell's end, that's where he takes root.
Categories:
renouncing, corruption, political, satire,
Form:
Rhyme
retourne
Fully relying on God's sovereign grace,
spurning no more what she knows is His light,
Joyce has made a pledge - let God set the pace.
He'll help her win though she runs without sight.
Spurning no more what she knows is His light,
quickly renouncing all "right" to success,
gaining the courage God brings to this fight,
mission's ordained she once prayed He’d suppress.
Joyce has made a pledge - let God set the pace,
lifted in heart, she is filled with suspense.
Trusting His perfect support, she will face
mocking rejection from some on the fence.
He'll help her win though she runs without sight
welcoming limits, esteeming God's cost.
He'll track the course; she’ll depend on his might
awed by the treasure which she might have lost.
31 Jan 2015
for Judy Konos, Write a Poem contest
after reading Joyce Johnson's poems: Faith Is a Wonderful Thing and God's Wonders
Categories:
renouncing, blessing, faith, tribute, writing,
Form:
Quatrain
As you walk through the corridors of life, its highways and by-lanes, the
back-alleys and well-beaten trails, through lush jungles or the arid scorching wilderness you pickup tidbits or sometimes gems of wisdom at the unlikely places, from the unlikely people, sometimes very much alive and present, sometimes from long dead and forgotten.
you learn from parents
and more so from peers and seers,
life teaches better.
One thing I learned from Jesus Christ is that you have to carry your own cross knowing full well that you may be crucified on this very cross – sometimes you have no choice, sometimes you have to do it for the good of the people.
Prophet Muhammad taught me that when a revelation dawns on you, embrace it zealously. If you have enough people believing in your perception, you have begun a new creed.
Moses taught me that you don’t have to tread the well-trodden path. You can cut across the wilderness and still reach the Promised Land.
Buddha taught me that a state of enlightenment can only be attained by renouncing physical and material yearnings.
Mahatma Gandhi made me see the futility of war and aggression. You can bring down a mighty empire just be a wooden staff in your hand and wearing nothing but a loin cloth.
Mother Teresa made me realize that you can live your life unselfishly, working and caring for others and still make your life a success and fulfilling.
not of the heavens
nor of any astral plane,
faith is of the heart.
Nowhere is taught the skills to live a life. You are not born with an instruction manual. No one can fix it for you if you screw it up. And you cannot return it and get an instore credit. You cannot put it on lay-away. You cannot exchange it for another if you don’t like the one you got. You just got to make it work good for you by yourself.
But these bits of wisdom comes much later—at the tether’s end of one’s life,
when we have already put too many miles on and the seats are all worn-out and the dashboard all faded and dusty. When the brakes start screeching and squealing. When the engine starts making funny noises and the radiator begins to leak…
a life-long process
salvation lies in one's self…
seek none but thyself.
Categories:
renouncing, life,
Form:
Haibun
Screams, screeches, groans and wails,
Brutalities, agonies, torture, and blood,
Tear Gases, pallet guns, bullets and bombs
Humanity sobs, world is falling apart
Does anyone care?
Kids are blinded
Men are jailed
Women are molested
The old are tortured
Luckily, you have food
Billions are starving
You have a warm blanket
Trillions live under the frigid sky
Dreams are murdered
Voices are unheard
Wishes are being blurred
Every heart has become graveyard
Sweet melodies step down as Sighs take over the throne
Rainbow of Joy is washed off by the deluge of tears
Soul of humanity becomes a pray of endless wild Forest of Wars
While atrocities have robbed Jaws of their smiles..
Yet you say the world is beautiful??
Yeah, for you, as you are at peace….
Come out of your palace
You will see….
Sky painting itself red!
Butterflies renouncing their dreams
Birds with trimmed wings
Blood oceans, barren trees, burnt houses,
Teared eyes, and shattered bodies
Earth is ugly
Earth is savage
Earth is a cage
Earth is but a jinxed place
(10-02-2020)
Paghunda Zahid
Categories:
renouncing, child abuse, death, earth,
Form:
Free verse
Mouth dry, face numb.
My eyes feel like exploding.
Back and forth between dark clouds,
halfway between heaven and hell.
I'm tired of fighting. I need a hand.
The feelings are toxic and soul destroying.
Trapped within the labyrinth of this betrayed mind,
I'm under attack from an unrepentant enemy.
Elements that speak of decay and decline.
A supernatural infused horror.
Snapped bones, smashed noses, inhumane experiments.
Human depravity and cruelty on such a vast scale.
Desperation, self destruction, exhuming loathing and fear.
Renouncing faith through vile persecution.
A sickening procedure that hasn't been without its casualties.
This is certainly no place for the faint of heart.
Yet, like a modern day Lazarus,
I continue to count my blessings each and every day.
Yes, this is the measure of my God given lot,
but nobody ever proclaimed that life was to be easy.
Persevering against the odds,
It's time to step out of the shadows.
Digesting truths, no more secrets.
Space to rebuild the Spirit.
Journeying towards acceptance and understanding.
Never allowing the darkness back into the realm.
Maybe that's why I'm a Survivor.
Categories:
renouncing, blessing, deep, faith, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
LOOKING FOR LIGEIA -- One poem that came out of Maya Angelou wanting and insisting to me to study Edgar Alan Poe, was my introduction to LIGEIA, for those who do not know, Ligeia was a beautiful wife of (Poe) as the narrator of the short story LIGEIA. (Of course not Poe's real wife just in the story, sort of like another Annabel Lee there never was either a real Annabel Lee nor was there a real Ligeia.) Anyway here is the poem I wrote based on Poe's immortal short story LIGEIA.
LOOKING FOR LIGEIA
The last of feigning death, love now abides,
tuburculin, infectious, inside her breast,
she breaths emotion where your hope now hides,
and clings to what Melpomene knows best.
Dear tragedy of love deep in her eyes,
to love we die, or never love one bit,
your soul--once doomed to Hell--see now it flies
renouncing every hope of ending it.
Consuming as is love, the hate must flow,
each seething, creeping, loathing will to fly,
against what hope is left to even show,
to know the deep of someone, is to die.
All of your will, which dieth not for cause,
has ended short of knowing who she was.
© ron wilson aka ron arbuthnot
aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Categories:
renouncing, addiction, anxiety, bereavement, evil,
Form:
Sonnet
I miss my old friend
Michael Jordan
And sometimes I wonder
How is he doing
And I pray
To read the old gospeller again
Tumbling fire into words
Breaking Lucifer's chain
Renouncing the bitter past
And casting spells upon hearts
That wait for his spring to come
And often I wonder
Did the rain ever fall
Did the new grass grow good
As he wanted it to
O and I pray he is not sick
Nor hurting in pain
I long to read the old gospeller again
And feel the fire of another soul
Burning the wrongs of earth.
Categories:
renouncing, dedication, friendshipold, fire, fire,
Form:
Free verse
To toil unbreakably in a quest to accomplish all that I aspire within my promising scope without renouncing my principles, veracity or the splendor that remains instilled in me.
For Rick's Contest
Categories:
renouncing, life,
Form:
Free verse
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A nice cool breeze blew,
across the lush green landscape.
Under the blistering heat of the sun,
laying beneath a great big willow tree.
A wicked snake slowly slithered my way,
as it approached it began to tell a story.
About a future with unimaginable gifts,
filled with limitless power and wealth.
The snake said it would all be mine,
only after renouncing my faith.
By eating the forbidden fruit,
I sell my soul to the devil.
God's warm embrace,
lost for eternity.
5/25/2017
Categories:
renouncing, art, faith, fruit, god,
Form:
Concrete