Best Saneness Poems
I wish to claim
My boyness
My yesterday sillyness
Innocent shyness
My crinkled nose grininess
That hide and seekiness
Spin the bottle
kind of geekiness
Getting caught
My hand in the cookie jarness
That pushing too farness
Collecting comic charminess
Pulling pigtales
Stolen kisses
Hidden playboy kinda business
Cop a feel inquisitiveness
Being a bit
Self conscience
A true life witness
Loving the mysterious
Laughing more than being serious
Feeling delirious
Not afraid
Somewhat curious
Wondering
About adultness
What it was all aboutness
Thinking that it leads to freeness
I'd know just how to be-ness
Eating what I want
Staying up late kinda keeness
Now I wonder
What was the rushness
To reach adultness
Full of it's doubtiness
What's it all aboutness
I witness it's dreamlessness
It's no longer about me-ness
More mundane
To much saneness
Routine and sameness
No one cares if you cameness
Less is less
And more is moreness
Can't see the trees
Through the dark forest
So grab onto your girliness
I'll bring my boyness
There will be more
Way more
Yesirey
Hotdigity
Joyousness
No more boringness
We'll spin in circles
Enjoy our dizziness
After all
Having fun
Is a serious business!
For Nina Parmenter’s Tongue Twister Contest.
I hope you have as much fun reading as I had writing it.
I'm passed anger on the subject.
Why is there this fear of darker skin that a lighter skin
feels that they have to annihilate another human being.
If and true that God has made man; human and equal.
And as many colors as the rainbow that are like flowers.
Than he should be treated as such. The many colors of nature
do not go against each other with the exception of food.
We do not eat one another.
Then why is it that man goes against each other for race.
We are all equal and we should all be humane.
Yet there are wars for control. We humans are given gifts and talents
that can help one another. Why do we use them to separate.
If I hear I Can't Breathe one more time, I think I'll scream.
The light skin and the many color skins all breathe and bleed the same.
There is no excuse for this intolerable action. I want Justice and I want
saneness to come back to mankind. I pray that the one God who has made us will see all of us through. S-T-O-P this madness.
Unite the Human Races.
Is this love real?
Or is it just a sin?
Is this agony just for me?
Why do i see that ghastly grin?
You cast a spell on me,
I await to make it real,
You tear my skin abruptly,
And have it as a meal...
Lure me, would you?
'cause I'm tied in a fake amity,
Lure me, won't you?
I believe in this vague vicinity...
I feel so good, it hurts my belly,
Your owls sings to the brine,
This pain is arousing my soul,
Forgetting about this grimy crime...
Oh, you can tear my heart apart,
But no blood for vengeance would come,
As your hands wickedly plays those strings,
Your work is already half way done...
Lure me, oh, would you?
Please hit me with those poison darts,
Lure me, oh, why can't you?
I'll listen to your dreadly music, till my saneness departs...
- Adhyatmika Tripathi
I love laughing with you,
The mirrors in your gentle eyes reflecting a foreign smile
A smile only you can conjure with your awkward charm
I can see playfulness, desire, and hesitance fluctuate in your pupils
And the silent moments when we do touch,
I bask in the feelings of magic trepidation
I search your thoughts, and you wander mine
Sometimes we beam, when we discover a mutual thought
You try to cover your face when the laughter escapes,
But you cannot escape my gaze,
My observational craze
Always craving the next anticipating haze
When laughter dies,
The trialing and testing begin
And I try to remain sane where saneness cannot thrive
That is when you hold on to me
Your hand slowly clasps mine
In this moment, you chase my thoughts,
Searching for the need in my eyes
I know you find it, for I have found yours
Somewhere between here,
blase and tomorrow's
derangement, lost the plot in
a moment of coherent clarity,
'twas quite a peculiar notion
unsettling predicament of
knowing one's own psyche,
silently questioned the
absolute mindfulness,
hardly sure whether to
heed or trust abstruse
insomuch as the validity
mid concise advice of
internal voiced concepts
shanghaiing neurons,
haranguing harbingers
hung on haphazardly
'til giving up on
any possibility of
sensibilities' solution,
acquired a migraine trying
to comprehend saneness,
there's a mental jolting,
dash of disappointment
mid virtual realizations
and literal translations
of who and what we are
[realistically] as opposed
to 'who we think we are'
fallen into rabbit hole madness,
"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore"...
I will clench my pen to my heart where fair minds are slothful to reach;
I will breed my psychosis to conceivable saneness,
Beyond the inaptness of convincing man or anything they could teach!
I will clench my pen to my heart to heal my contravened poems,
Until the gauge of perceptive beat the world to my hefty tongue
To put my name in writing like incises of poetry in unregimented times!
I will do this and all this because I can only be me but none else,
I will, “until the day go dead and shadows flee.”
Until the end of time!
I will hit it off from my cerebral lea to bleed my thoughts free
In and out of time until the day go dead and shadows flee
With unsettled fades like the concept of Elizabethan writer’s spree!
I will rail kachikau to unflustered bounds,
Where in prayer, peace, poetry and common grounds!
We slam our knotted pates until dawn deceases down to day
Where everything I wrote would stay!
But someday I shall be no more to contain your tears when you cry for my withered creeds,
So learn, understand and acknowledge a little bit of me!
Now, before day go dead and shadows flee!
Of course, I regret
some things I did
but, I can't change
them now
I knew there was
a reason
but, didn't know how
to stand up
for myself
I let them whip me
down
which added to the
illness
I was carrying around
Finally, I gave in
told God to help me find
some saneness in my life
and He was being kind
when He let me have it
but, was there to save
what was left of me
those years of tears
and sadness
could have been prevented
if I had done as ordered
instead of ever consenting
Depression is my middle name
I hope it's never yours
and if it is, stay on your meds
that is the only cure?
Was very confused.
I was becoming poorer
everyday. The depletion was complete.
Polymorphous ? Where do I find
the affinity with saneness ? I
wanted to quit now,
drawing the faces of dead.
Farce embers,
in white fire. Climbing on a
fence for a fatal jump after
cavorting with drifting icicles
of blue eyes. Can you sleep-
walk in full moon ? I am
ecstatic.White death has become my friend !
Satish Verma
Beyond our consciousness
This vice really occurs
Along our charted course
It hinders our saneness
Filling our space in mind
Turning our eyes to blind
It seems impossible
But we keep believing
Hoping, praying, waiting
That we may be able
To transform what we see
Into reality
It makes us always ill
That no cure is present
But our dream's attainment
We shall suffer until
Our desire or our greed
Is satisfied or fed
We know it seems evil
And we keep doing it
But if all the mores hit
Our brain's single cell
We'll find nothing is wrong
With it, so just be strong
I'm hurt screaming and pulling my hair out
Sicken by the drought
Tears of fire
boiling as my blood turns to lava
Preying to Jesus cause only he knows what I'll do
Ran with the wrong crew
If only knew
It'll take a piece of me with it
A block of my saneness with it
My livelihood has been invaded
My glory long faded
Gang violence underrated
I lost my friend do to mistaken identity
Because of his color he lost his dignity
No one knows what he meant to me, to us
A band aid ripped from a wound that will be forever busted
Arrested development
Suspended judgement
Caused an innocent life to perish
His life i will forever cherish
Rumbling sounds in the distance near
violence and heartache echos despair
where is saneness if any exist
loved ones trapped somewhere
Do we enter the place of blood, and tears
gathering a glimpse of a torn tomorrow
another war is brewing in the wind
imprinting the picture of sorrow
Greed can't survive on innocent land
there is no place for it to hide
things are revealed for all to know
nothing can grow on selfish lies
Listen to the winds of change calling
blowing across untouched meadows
we will be achors of stability
waiting to cast away shadows
Since you've been gone, so much has happened.
However, I'm still the same, some change. The world has turned
up side down. However I remain ever faithful. I long for some
saneness to this madness.
Well, this was for the past three months. I'm trying to be a rising
star to the world of writing. So, I am sending rainbows in my writing
in Red,White,Blue to you. Some folks miss their Partners when they are gone.
But not me, 'cause you're right here. Always have been, always will be.
God still looks out as do you I know. Husband dear. Rest easy.
There's not much trouble I can get into staying home. Although
I try. Ha, ha. Rest easy dear husband.Rest easy.
Late last night i awoke and it's like all the words constructed from
the voices deeply within my head revolted! It feels like as if
s o m e o n e w a s gripping my heart
a n d throat.
And the heart is sometimes weak and all this horror that i'm in
reminds me of Baghdad and Kabul where flesh is cheaper than
bombs and i'm suffering as the children from gutters into
philosophically twisted means
~~ so I shut my eyes and dream
so I shut my eyes and dream of tomorrow
dreaming of tomorrows where the heart
is Gold paved upon the streets full
of love to win over the bad guys
and monsters of apathy.
So through it all you shut your eyes
realizing the saneness of goodness
and love revives the heart and those
other things deeply buried beneath
the dungeon of our deepest fears.
LOVE IS THE ANSWER
IS THE ANSWER
THE ANSWER for the BRAVE!
:: 01-02-2016 ::
I cried for you with tears and tears
I cried for you through a maze of years
I pour my heart in these lifeless pages
Trying to recover some semblance of saneness
My heart has evolved into a life of its own
My words have stung but they too have grown
My legs no more walk with the ease they once had
My face no more shows the blush of the glad
I know what you've been through all the years
All the hateful words, the stinging tears
I recall the sounds, the stifling of cries
I remember the days your tears I dried
I love you today more than ever before
Yet I'm helpless to assist you I woefully implore
Anxiety
Written: by Miracle Man
August 19, 2021
Believing forthcoming days won’t be sublime,
allow habits and idiosyncrasies to irritate.
All thoughts of delight will wither in time,
and days are spent scrambling to acclimate.
Embraced are those thoughts of wistful years,
praying future days don’t house sameness.
Then taking final inventory of life’s souvenirs,
and allowing others to usurp our saneness.
Many go through life hearing negative songs,
but “Love keeps no records of our wrongs.”
1 Corinthians 13 KJV
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth
7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes...