Best Shallowed Poems
Incarnations of many lifetimes
sweep before me...
Liberating my soul's chants
As universal notes of music
Float on vibrant strands of color,
Phasing purple, pure and light,
In violet vibrations, swirls of
Incandescent glitter shimmers
Drawn by gravity in downward drifts.
Flaming candle's smoky essence
Mixes with incense of sandalwood
In a wafting waltz of vertigo.
Past and present intertwine
Lacing love with pulsing pain.
Effervescent breath is shallowed
By visions from the living dead.
Categories:
shallowed, allusion, assonance, birth, death,
Form:
Free verse
I came out screaming from the womb
No I am not a malcontent, I innocent
Was slapped upon my nakedness. Gloom
Was the first thing I grasp, a dissident
Wet and squirming in ackward light
Suddenly changes, I could not swim
This new ocean of day becoming night
I slept so that I would not know the grim.
My mother's last child sixteen years gone
All the flowers were dried up in their bed
And yet old skies make still a brighter dawn
But someone superior wanted me here instead
I had a purpose before I was conceived
My mission awaited me the day I was born
My father was being rolled up like a sleeve
They were at late evening, I was at morn.
I often wondered what he said to her, before
I am sure they did not hold hands about me
The liquid tongue of tidal waves on the shore
Sang not in prophecy, nor splash of memory
She must have surprised him with surprise
Ebb and flowing either which crinkling way:
O I am about unamask our love's disguise
And then came March, and the phoenix spring
Ecstacy that came long before, now to follow
The puffs and groans of agony, making the wing
Puts a strain on the moth. March is a mellow
Month ending when I am coming new
From the wet blackness where God too
Wet his ankle in the milk mildness of dew
I am a child of spring, but how dry I grew.
What was the boring sum of my days you ask
This waking and sleeping and smiling on cue
When my physiology grounding them in task
Spoke of my humanity, making me like you
O I had such dreams then, not where
I am heading now and still do not know
But where I coming from, the comfort there
And memory fading, fading the more I grow.
Here is the sum of it, the absolute beauty
Of being born, and brimming with reality of God
Heaven is somewhere in the past, O duty
Shall find me there if earth backward would trod
There is a mystery paling life at the edge
Of life, There is a depth in us shallowed by time
And I cannot unthirst me of this knowledge
It is too absolute, and O, it is too sublime
Categories:
shallowed, history, life, philosophyme, child,
Form:
Verse
In the dark shadows,
Fallowed, shallowed and hollowed,
Some remain sorrowed.
Categories:
shallowed, dark, emotions, life, sorrow,
Form:
Haiku
They use hearts as a symbol of
love
How will I ever show love when
my heart is broken
Spilling gallons and gallons of
madness
Sadness doesn't define the pain
I'm feeling
A piece of my puzzle slipped
right through my hands
Crazy moments of madness
elapsed with cruel hands of time
My mind constantly taking me
back in time
When every glimpse we shared
spelled love
before love was deprived of us
Words mean nothing when
actions aren't part of them
Love means nothing when we
not part of it
You are in my mind because
you are part of me
I hate what's drifting you apart
from me
Loneliness striped my feelings
naked
even my pride has betrayed me
Faith is the only friend I have
One day I wanna be able to call
you mine
memories give a reflection of a
smile
on my face
I've swallowed my pride
but still starving of you
My heart was shallowed
The moment you walked out of
me
Let me wear your warm love
so I can walk in in life
Categories:
shallowed, lost love
Form:
Lyric
The pavements
The roots of the shallowed walked roads
Leafs drizzling on my spongy hair
Lungs of an old coupe coughing tiredness
The lights resting the sunset's image
Tar roads still a region away
Wind slowly concluding a whistle
Warmth of earth touching my womb
trees sketching a name of a village
tantrums hit the sky and i novel about a cloud
What about a city?
Where are we?
No wait..swallowed words of a crocodile skin, because i sure surely compared the texture of pain with tile. I was a gender of innocence, but i tell you, yes i tell you a monologue about in and out of sense!!!!
Landed far deep in the region
Lashing on the day's cave
Smiling beyond hallow
Something of a prayer
Loud leaped soil
Lonely stones leaching soil
Rivers bleeding salt in the tear of solid abilities
Rage raining out the side road that was once history
The city of no words
traveling the land of character
Reciting dialogues of spoken monologues
Rehearsing a soul for period of time.
I am a city of beauty. I am a city of seed. I am silent when I doubt my thought.
I am the Silent City.....
Categories:
shallowed, how i feel,
Form:
Elegy
*Image of A Universal Star by Private Stock.
A Penitent Soliloquy
It is in junctures like these that I encounter myself
traversing a meadow of spring colors just yon the lea
where purples and pinks contest further
plus blues delivering pursuit for an actual take.
In the completeness of the stretched out rivalry
as its foremost spectator wavered I in gratefulness
for its breathtaking rainbowed exhibition of magnificence
existed through our ambitious custodian in heaven.
Reluctantly, yielded I to my reason for it lay
just round the bend farther than the footing of
lowly chaparrals fronting the forest boundaries
like sentries of some consecrated hearth.
Unexpectedly, a window of circumstance burst
open from the back of me and as slightly revolved I,
beaming rays shot back hosting a flurry of blue jays
landing within the shrubs thrashing about till only a chorale of tweets were heard.
Again, found I a pensive motivation rallied to fruition by song, nonetheless, the journey must I and the pathway didst return me towards shallowed trees until giant redwoods rounded themselves about me.
A laden rock, the purpose of me being at that spot, was a makeshift altar stone where cometh I to pray, amidst the ambiance of consolation, the serenity of solitude and isolation factors in profound deliberative candor.
All that I've seen and heard this day, truly believe I to bear witness of your awesome omnipotence, your overwhelming omnipresence, and your omniscient being overall, I come humbly before you in supplication.
On penitent knees, I beseech you oh heavenly father as I look upon thy countenance I pray, forgive me of the iniquities that shamefully bore I and give me the strength to shed off the wiles of evil so that I may be your good and faithful servant, unto you, Lord the Father, Lord the Son, and Lord the Holy Spirit, I pray, Amen and Amen!
2022 January 29
*10th Place*
Repent and Believe
~~Regina McIntosh: Judged 2022 January 30
Categories:
shallowed, appreciation, father, heaven, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
Blood drips from my eyes,
lost in illusions,
drowned by fear.
Why must I beg and plead to find you near?
Where have you gone and where do I go?
It is a lonely, cold, rode,
this I know.
Blankets of snow come down fast.
Maybe this time I bled for you will be the last.
My mind runs empty,
my body grows weak.
I am lost and broken and can't speak.
Forged over grounds indigent,
braced by shallowed tears.
I still searched for you,
amongst my darkest fears.
Categories:
shallowed, deep, depression, desire, devotion,
Form:
Prose Poetry
© 2010 (Jim Sularz)
What final verse, which season’s breeze,
will billow death and come for me?
Will I slip away cold ashen lips,
or slowly fade with each shallowed breath?
Will my faith endure when the clock is struck,
in the Book of Life is my soul in-trust?
Will I ever wake from night’s burrowed sleep,
and soar with angels through Heaven’s gate?
Born of love – die in pain,
what mournful words will attempt to say?
When granite’s cut-in stony deep,
who’ll stand and wait, to remember me?
Categories:
shallowed, remember, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
I am so very tired
Of death so endured,
Of people winning races
And sickness being cured.
I grow so cold
Of these repetitive pleas.
Their meaningless exasperations
And every cliche deed.
I'm hating all the rhymes
And metaphors inside
With bitterness for blinds
Who wish only to be deaf.
I'm sinking in these poems
Of love that only roams
To find one puzzled home
Of a love that never loved.
We're all just too the same
For playing time old games
Of pretending to be tame
When our lives are all a bore.
Our secrets slightly scheme
Our sinning souls be not redeemed.
Our lies are ripping at the seams
Of the masks we comfortably wear
On a clouded blurry web site
Where we pretend to feel so bare.
Categories:
shallowed, confusion, death, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
She cries for the seconds she lost,
She cries over the memories created by scars.
Is it her life that costs most?
Is it the box of razors that's far?
Or is it her heart's single failure?
Why does she wait?
The feelings she thought conquered and long gone.
Her foot touches the floor, cold, her path is straight,
The emotions in her head play her the pawn,
The heart carries its heavy freight.
The razor is in her hand,
A blissful escape, that is the plan,
A thought played too grand...
Rivulets of blood dripping from her wrists.
Her path cut straight through her deeply shallowed heart.
Her slashed through heart, tattooed behind her clenched fist.
The blood drips, the razor falls to the ground, its played its part.
Categories:
shallowed, lost, love hurts, suicide,
Form:
Rhyme
Upon Heaven may
My presence be felt.
Angels lift my
Words to Him.
Damn my failure be
Repolished and flooded away.
My sins are saved
In the book of books.
Given the right to
Sum up and report.
To you-Who never
Fail me in any motion.
To you-Who created
Me with your image.
Kneeling unto Earth
Looking upon Heaven.
Where faith be faked;
Where belief is bereaved,
Doves are devils;
On the land of you Mighty.
Love be laughed,
Your soil being flashed,
Your words being flooded.
Aids cunning us dear.
Joy become history.
Yet your plans were
Never known.
Joy swallowed by giants
Joy shallowed in the day.
Clouds step down your land
Acid rain drain it far
Categories:
shallowed, religious,
Form:
Free verse
How do you move on when you still have so much hope?
How do you move on when the love you once felt hasn’t truly gone away?
How do you think about something you fought for so long and tell yourself it’s time to walk away,
It’s time to give up?
You realize to yourself that you can’t.
No matter how hard you try, you can’t.
But it’s all that you want, to just look the other way.
Every time you feel you’ve made a breakthrough,
Gotten to the point when it doesn’t matter,
it doesn’t hurt you’re hit with the painful realization that it does matter and it kills you.
Some days are so good, so beautiful almost.
You feel so happy, so carefree as if everything in your life is just perfect.
But like any time you pretend,
you come home and cry yourself to sleep because you’re so good at faking it when you’re not alone.
Nothing makes sense to you, how it all ended.
It seemed that everything was just fine and then suddenly it wasn’t one day.
Then the next, he got up and simply walked away.
You can get up everyday, put on a smile, laugh at peoples jokes, and truly appear to be satisfied.
You can have a simple conversation with him,
it not meaning much and have it feel as if everything is better,
as if everything is over.
But what you can’t do is act like you’re not shallowed up in shame,
covered in hate, and drowning in sadness.
Some days are good, though, when you choose not to think.
What was it that you even call “what was”?
Many amazing moments sinking into poison.
Some true smiles, some true days of pure happiness,
yet bitterness and pride has filled their place.
You ask yourself, “Why can’t I let go?”
And in response, no one really knows.
But you just have to because what was isn’t anymore,
It isn’t real any longer,
It doesn’t exist.
What was is just a bunch of memories that, really are just heartaches.
Categories:
shallowed, confusion, depression, feelings, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
Dolcezza III
Your Beauty’s taught me lessons I'd not learn,
If I had shallowed in a wetter place,
And sought the fires that warm but do not burn –
I never would have gazed upon your face.
But I desired to breathe the fragrant fire,
And run like madmen do, from Here to There,
And bathe my hopes in hot pools of desire,
And press my lips into your jasmine hair.
No wonder I have seeded Life with deeds,
To form from humble clay a humble pot,
And run my fingers through the herbs and weeds,
To find out if you'd want what I have got.
I would again pursue you if I could,
But you are fled unto the Hazelwood.
Categories:
shallowed, depression, fate, feelings, love,
Form:
Sonnet
Over in a shallow glade by the river she waited,
Cormorants gliding silently.
In the embankment bed she lay.
Twisted isles swept furiously,
Dead fish shallowed pools beneath the old red bridge.
Above a sky in black, dirt filled.
At night she listened carefully, moved in silence.
The span of wings touched her heart.
At night she fell to whispers,
exclusive lights in a harbor born.
Categories:
shallowed, age,
Form:
Verse
the sun smiles into my bedroom
The shadows kiss the room goodbye
tomorrow the moon and sun will
fight
a new day dawns on those who need it the stars make the tears on my faceglitter in the surrounding darkness
All sound is shallowed and or shut out
no more screming,stop the shouts tomarrow will bring happiness
while the pain and sadness drifts away brother always said dont try to fight the night because tomarrow is a new day
Categories:
shallowed, brother, faith, hope, life,
Form:
Blank verse