Best Slackened Poems
~ Sailboat,
in
~~~ calm
weather
~~ you are wasted
but if the winds gust
and howl you are hastened.
~ So I too, through adversity,
~~ am as you are indeed.
For turbulence
pulls taut the slackened lines of apathy,
it fills torpid sails with purpose,
and impels me to proceed.
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Categories:
slackened, change, sea, wind,
Form:
Shape
The last of autumn’s leaves begins assault
Of winter gales. The sap within the trees
In hibernating xylems call a halt
To most activity to some degree.
The birds that once resided amongst them
Already left for warmer spots unknown.
A few remain behind but are condemned
To weather winters snow and ice alone.
The snow begins to fall. At first, a flake,
Then more and more until the trees are white
And weighted. Branches, weak, begin to break
And fall to earth and soon are crowned despite
The slackened storm. The wind subsides and all
Is quiet and calmness follows the squall.
Categories:
slackened, seasonssnow, snow,
Form:
Sonnet
They ask, "What's the sweetest thing that's happened to you"?
I would have to reply, "It started when I was two".
That is when I, Mother, sister and brother,
went to live with our Grandpa and Grandmother.
They both sacrificed, from that day forward,
working long, hard hours, always undeterred.
To give us a home and happy memories.
It couldn't have been better, for Mom and us three.
Mom worked evenings at the Sears and RoeBuck store.
Grandpa at the publishers, working on the printing floor.
Grandma changed jobs to the school cafeterias,
so when we were home from school, she could be near us.
Grandpa was our dad, in our hearts and minds.
Growing up with two Moms was a terrific time.
Yes, living with our Grandparents was a special world.
I grew up to be a very thankful girl.
What's the sweetest thing that has ever happened?
It started when I was two, and has never slackened
For the contest'Sweetheart"
Hosted by Tirzah Conway
Placement: 5th place
Categories:
slackened, familyhome, home,
Form:
Rhyme
and in a sleepless silent fog
memories burnt out in faded sun
ossified bones shape quaker guns
the past a needle of deeds undone
dusk another skirmish yet unwon
and fogbound in silent sleep
hypnagogic gagged and bound
susurrous floating low and 'round
inducing visions, throaty sound
form the stranger, kundalini found
and silent in a foggy sleep
drop the level, slip the drum
slackened grip, faintly succumb
a final twist with nasal hum
shadows cling like spirit gum
and now asleep in fog and silence
quelling heart and stifled brume
nestled deep in cotton's tender womb
dawn burning off chimeric gloom
hearts in morning burst abloom.
Categories:
slackened, dream, sleep,
Form:
Rhyme
This is the day the lord gave
From the trave of our life
Two roads met, one to grave
And one to eternal strife
And the belief was rife
We had kissed the day off
In the trough of scoff
We lived on the edge of knife
In the grave when earth blackened
Out in the dark the time was slackened
We knew that it was not the way of life
Sponsor Verlena S. Walker
Contest Name -THIS IS THE DAY THE LORD GAVE-
12 January,2015
Categories:
slackened, day, god,
Form:
Rhyme
A huge Congratulations
to everyone who passed
matriculation this year
but please don't congratulate
to me because I have no one
to happy hearing your sweet voices.
In the past years I was waiting
to hear some congratulations
from my parents but they are gone
some nine months ago
then I heard A BIG congratulation
from Allah that was everything
to me as my happiness is now
concealed forever.
Today I full filled their wishes
but I cannot mention how much
they would be happy.
When it realized me that my power
is slackened to do some things I opposited their rules so now
I got it's answer too, lol today
I am with you got some distinctions
But I cannot happy as you.
You now stronger than other
you must be a zealot any
time and where ever you will be.
Sharp your pencils remembering
to whom we lost in past months.
There may have so many smart
And stars who could build better
future than me .
To my brothers and sisters
Who's list did not show on
the result papers follow some rules
Take the name of Allah from the start
Don't lost your breathes
Don't lost your hopes
Be stronger than other
Be a header not follower
Remember the past .
T.Lin Soe (Soul of Rohang)
Categories:
slackened, confidence, education, encouraging,
Form:
Blank verse
An epiphanic moment
pale dew drops clung to silky petals as
light breeze held wispy branchlets in its sway
blooms lay snug steeped in enigmatic scents,
waves pirouetting ,dainty in ascent
soon settled into ripples teasing seas
while mountains stood agape; tall silhouettes
of sand immortalised in castle shapes
bronze temple bells chimed mellific sweet tones
hymns circumambulated God's grand thrones
who poured their munificent boons across
the yearning ambience without restraint.
time bowed down to a standstill watching with
deep reverence; sky gleamed in bright azure
aligning solemnly with beaming sun.
and distant twilight slackened its keen steps
th a t e p I p h a n I c m o m e n t...
Date June 17 2017
Contest : Summer premier any theme any form max 25 lines sponsored by Brian Strand
Categories:
slackened, beautiful, blessing,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
I've burnt so many bridges
with an empty box of matches.
Friendships fall to waysides,
and I watch it while it happens.
Distant conversations;
Eyes no longer fastened
on the times when all we knew
were echoes of our laughter.
The flames of time have blazened.
They've left me charred and blackened.
The bonds between us, once so tight,
have since been frayed and slackened.
My days have become so lonely.
I feel they're quickly passing.
Yet, slowly am I moving
while depression is amassing.
So my friend, this is my sorry.
I'm wayward from my pathway.
Just know I'm here, and always am,
if you're willing to meet halfway.
Categories:
slackened, depression, friendship, metaphor, sorry,
Form:
Sonnet
So burdened by a crushing silence more weightier than words
born from likened mirrored thoughts
These reflections shown in slackened hunches
They come to bear such cruelty
Carried with this certainty , seen darkly down and dragging
in the fell of fallen shoulders
Which question in their ways of inner fearing fractured feelings
Things best left or right unspoken
For answers to them may they be or not a gambles die
cast in chance of truths best left unseen
Toys for such capricious ways of wanting at a leisure
that seems torturing to say the least
When words of praise and tribute laid down thoughtfully
so willingly
Yet none return to me
Categories:
slackened, absence, feelings, how i
Form:
Narrative
Her logic binds with golden ties and strands of silken thought
her elocution sparkles, it's a skill she has been taught.
Her lies are better than the truth, a drug that dulls defenses,
And I give up my reason to explosions of the senses.
Why, oh why, has she decided she should be my muse?
A toy of easily molded clay detained for her abuse.
Her eyes are fire, hold her gaze, you do it at your peril.
it only takes a glance to see how wild she is, quite feral.
Deceit is taught in many forms and she deploys them all
walk the line, a slackened rope, and teeter 'fore the fall.
Why have I been cursed you ask, and I can hardly say.
The truth is that I wouldn't want it any other way.
Categories:
slackened, dream, longing, love,
Form:
Rhyme
The carriages sway and how they shudder
Rattling behind the one-eyed monster
A powerful beam lighting the tracks ahead
Piercing the gloom, onward it sped
Unaware, uncaring the driver slept
Was destination destined or would it be death?
Windows barred to keep cold night at bay
The passengers asleep where they sit or lay
The rhythm of wheels, fast and frenetic
The rock of wagons deepening their sleep
Belching black smoke, the behemoth thundered
Could death be averted, the angels wondered
Ere the train broke the night’s quiet
The countryside slumbered in the cold night
And after the train had thundered past
Birds screeched, freed from the spell that night had cast
Their banshee shrieks echoing ominously in the dark
Nature’s feathered creatures had gone berserk
Clickety clack clickety clack went the wheels
Changing tracks and terrain with no change in speed
Just when it seemed that all souls were lost
The pace slackened - speed and distance had extracted its cost
With limbs gone limp, the stoker collapsed and lay still
And the train slowed down, creaking and groaning as it went uphill
Categories:
slackened, fear, night, night,
Form:
Rhyme
FROMTHIS2THAT
Biscuits and gravy
Salads and snot
Chicken fried salamanders
The clams and mussels
The oysters the army marines and the navy
No such relief will be brought
Delusions of Grandeur
The dankness in disparity the putridity
The slackened standards
Oh the wasted cognation
The scabs
The gangrene
The horrible rot!
An expired emotion
A disgusting thought
The ocean of death
Fighting the tide
Like a bucket of sand
The Crabs scatter from futility
All mollusk moan in aggravation
The morbid discord a bandless eulogy
Education leaves so much untaught
The mind bending psychoactive laughs
Lighting the darkened inside
The genetic modification progressively paves this path
The superhuman sublime Externalized id
The age of science and the prosperity it has brought
The genome split, the double helix divide
Biochemical experimentation
Brings forth the future of man
The savage beast - laboratory tamed
The super-naught delivers the human
child from the caves to the Promised Land.
Categories:
slackened, fear, future, imagination, science,
Form:
Lyric
Galleries of life, ignorant and tough,
Sometimes as sandarac’s incense, usually morose.
I erase bluntness that grew a cravat around my heart,
Abominable inheritance riveted into the soul of farce,
But there is nothing more valued in life than experience,
And there is a bag-full of it in every one of us.
No remorse or isolation, nor any type of solitude can adjust
The solemn desertion that he had to live through.
I am a repeat stranger of sleepless nights,
Lord of rage and hope deposited in a vending machine,
Even during this epistolary hour as a rusty apparatus,
I tick away the time of my life with a slackened pace,
I bore pain, and challenge the horizons where hope seeps
Into the shadows of silence. ---- And it drags its tails,
And it downs the trust that was instilled into the twig since its birth.
The lucent moment of the very first fresh breath ever taken,
During the opulence of love, ---- I beside him.
And he?? He bears the name of a god, in the name and in the spirit,
Dragon-heart-in-a-boy knocking down the stacks of wonder,
In awe one is to marvel his persistence, in awe I remained.
And there is the black sky that roasts my visions,
As the quiet weeping, from the fringes of a moral conduct,
Fastened, with a shawl around the neck that blurs the boundaries,
Of the conflagration as the labyrinth of thought brings to
The verisimilar life-tales, one unintentionally, creates along the way.
And there is the ground-zero widow, the dead bride, an apparition
From a different universe that stands atop a pyramid seemingly vincible
Yet untouchable, yet invisible, yet as vocal as bell in a chevron wave,
When I think to dare, when I am happy, and when I am cross as a bear.
Categories:
slackened, life,
Form:
Free verse
The reaper reaps in random ways
no signpost warns of last lived days
but ancient ears can hear the sound
of thundered hooves upon the ground
on blackened steed with fiery breath
the sickle scythes of pending death
with slackened reins the reaper rides
as changing gait our fate decides
and now the day on random ground
the sickles path has laid us down
and on he rides for those to come
whose random lives soon now be done
till silence falls the fields around
and winter snows make white the ground
we rest awhile with random friends
and in the spring anew begins
as clover lines the babbling brooks
and flowers spring from tiny nooks
and deer and rabbit come to graze
the reaper reaps in random ways
and so again that day will be
with promise new of destiny
till thundered hooves of blackened steed
the reaper comes again.
Categories:
slackened, deathspring, day, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
It was a new year's party
Footfalls of the cups and glasses
Dances of the eyes and tongue
The time swung with the music
She wore a light pink lipstick
A lithe body of twenty
A handndsome cascade in the eyes
Time forgot to fly
Across the table
Sat a young man of about twenty one
The brilliant eyes there and then won
Her thoughts
The river and the yacht
The conversation spurred
Further invitations and meets
For the hungry heartbeats
They got married
One day in the evening
Were into a starry swing
Under the dream-filled stars
He talked of the Venus and Mars
Mentioned the milkyway and black holes
Adjusted the rose in the buttonhole
She recited Eliot under the oak and chestnut
The time rippling in the two pink huts
Just a few weeks later
When he was about to unveil the nature
Looking into the time and space
Amazed at its grace
To find out
If God really did not play
The dice with the universe
He was diagnosed with a deadly disease
She stood by refusing to be daunted
We will not allow it to be terminal
She was emphatic
As in the wheel chair
He would amble
Though the doctors gave no more than
Three years of life
The river resolved
To stand by the desert
The chlorophyll by the grey leaves
Eyes keeping close watch on the disease
She pieced together the broken sun
Aggregate of many a moment of the nun
Weaving his tattered confidence
With the wools of warm love for the husband
A fragrance of the garden
The home and family
Rested exclusively on her shoulders
Though overwhelmed
They carried out the responsibility
Ungrudginly
The disease relented
Its progress slackened
The stars in the night sky celebrated
The togetherness unbridled
He travelled on
From the summit to the next summit
Done it, she exclaimed
________________________________________________________
March 21, 2018
Together we are strong - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Note : As I was not personally involved in what happened, I understand the poem might not fit into the frame of the sponsor. Still considering the strength of the togetherness highlighted in the poem I am entering it for the contest
Categories:
slackened, appreciation, culture, endurance, environment,
Form:
Free verse