Best Speck Poems
People walk in and out,
Through me, it seems,
My presence barely sensed.
I coil around the pain,
And recoiling I make my way out,
Heaving relief into the dark.
Around me, night crawls about like a baby,
The moon, with arms outstretched,
Cradles me gently, lovingly.
And feeling a large crack in the universe
I am swallowed whole
And taken home.
a speck of dust
on the surface of life
that's all we are
that's all we are
i swear
though life may cause u strife
that's all u are
that's all u are
a tiny atom on a
dinosaur
that's all we are
that's all we are
a little black dot
on a giant white star
that's all u are
that's all u are
-and as the tide rolls out
u see what u can see..
our sister moon reveals
the bottom of the sea-
-they say there's nothing new
beneath our father sun
you're just a speck of dust
but you're not the only one.......
I am but an insignificant speck, in this expanding, never ending universe
My existence, nothing more than a good piss, into a vast ocean to disperse
My words, though at times austere, are not etched in granite stone
Nor, come from a fiery bush, atop a mount; for you to then enthrone
My life, a gust of wind, like a forced fart; an odour, unable to whisk up dust
A mere annoyance, which a tempest force has spewed, in disgust
I can but dream, that any meager accomplishment, could have any meaning
In this immense, never ending macrocosm; from which, I am still gleaning
I move no stars, heal no wounds, and erase no scars from this existence
A mere wretch, only scratching at the surface, trying to go the distance
But my will is strong, my faith, ingrained by loving virtuous ancestors
So I hope, that even a speck, will at some point, radiate, before it festers
BOEMS BY JA 596
Long after she slips into seclusion
where streaks of splendor once plied
crimson lines of love holding off night
caresses enhance final specks of light
Love filters in waiting moments still
before weary days drift off to dream
and I'm left in anticipation of you
to climb into every bit of my soul
Rest now dear, for the night chills
comfort comes in the heart of two
beauty in the breeze whispers softly
let the rhythm inside move the moon
I'd love to climb a Redwood tree
Three hundred feet or more,
A leviathan, forged in wood
Sat on the forest floor.
A mighty tree, a monument
For centuries it has grown
All this from a tiny seed
That dwelt inside a cone.
Oh but a speck am I
As I stand next to thee,
I think that I shall never see,
A poem lovely as a tree.
Entry for
Famous poetic lines 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Inspired by I think that I shall never see/A poem lovely as a tree - Joyce Kilmer
6/2/2020. Placed 3rd.
Warm static pours,
inundates my being;
light of love,
Omniscience.
One with the All;
swimming in the void.
Consciousness I am;
a cosmic seed.
I feel everything, everyone;
everything, everyone is me.
Just a speck in the ether’s;
sliver of something greater than myself;
I am a lesser god particle.
Then, I remember I have a mortal body
and fall from grace,
straight into the clay.
2-1-19
For:“Something Bigger Than Myself”, poetry contest
sponsored by: Line Gauthier
There’s a speck of September
under my skin
the first smell of fog
a taste of decay
swallowed with my morning coffee
There’s a speck of September
dancing goosebumps
across my arms
when I wake to darkened hours
as August pages quickly turn
There’s a speck of September
under summers last light
as a vee forms
dark layers drifting south
downy soft against sky’s flesh
There’s a speck of September
in the crystal night
as heavens key opens the stars
to fall into the yawning dawn
glowing through my blushing eyes
There’s a speck of September
rubbing against the trees
as the crunch of leaves
under my boots
form melodies of shifting seasons
Galaxy of stars
Creates dramatic backdrop
For awesome rock form
For Gareths competition
Jesus walked on water it’s true,
It was Peter that challenged:
“Prove to me Jesus, prove it is you”
Jesus said;”walk over to me”
But Peter he sunk,
he sunk in the sea
The symbolic message of this story is lost
It’s not about water,
it is about trust.
The sea was violent as are rocky times
The times we are in,
faith often resigns
The illusion of the absence of god himself
inside harder times
is an easy convince.
It is about ultimate faith in your creator
and his wisdom inside
his deterministic nature.
Buddhism depicts life as a dream,
Ok to be sleeping,
awakened supreme.
Awakened from being fully aware
For aware is an illusion,
a self-love affair.
That life is for faith and control of oneself.
And that those who are lost,
are but infidel
Jesus depicted to show your potential
The son of the father,
blind faith fundamental
We are incredibly undepictable small,
but a speck of dust in creation
looking up to the sky.
Consciousness noticing two trillion galaxies
All while mind
but sees one reality.
Symbolic stories simply asking to trust,
because even this speck,
can experience love.
"All of us are on a journey and the answers are unspoken" Quote by _Constance La France
The song I usually sing is one of self-love,
What I wish you'll believe, akin a moon above.
My hands carry identical atoms to yours as well,
As I admire a June grass sprout, I rest and dwell.
Each grain of diligent sand depicts one second.
This is my existence as a sandcastle, reckoned!
My youthful sky looked clear on fireworks night,
A glow of elation from a first kiss is full of delight.
Dancing in infatuation, avoiding reality,
My soul plays hide-and-seek to find vitality.
I'm weak, achy, wrinkled, and have hazy eyes,
Clock ticks near last kernel of grit in a web of lies.
Out of gloom shows growth, basis, and passion,
Always a weave of originality and distinct action.
Teaching and ignoring induce growth pointless.
This crux molds me unbent, strong, and fearless.
We're woken up by a steady flow of wind,
Inspiring lights have an effect on the mind.
Flying whims create a strange concept,
Rising strength is concealed in rotting neglect.
Avoid word traps in the eternal wise maze,
Pass to the depth of things, from soil to haze.
Trek into the dark forest to answer every race,
Which leads to a rise in full ability to embrace.
We raise calm tidal waves without a word,
Wishes set sail for an eerie journey incurred.
Where do the other half of our dive senses stay?
Free your soul, then grab her hand and sway.
A chase happened in brimful courage bay,
A brief peek at the facts that we hold dear.
And a dainty rainbow fading is making us say,
Fulfilled, I'm ready to cross now, without tears.
1st place contest winner
Written: May 15, 2023
Quote # 3
Writing Challenge A Quotes - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
A speck
with every speck therein
a bit of everything
from everywhere
combined
for one
relative
moment
Perspecktive
Date: 6/29/2019
Contest: The Universe Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
I have gained nothing from white supremacy
with singular power, sans The Almighty
My faithful friend with sheets of white
my pal, poised, unpen itself to make things right
How squeaky clean each new beginning?
that borrows from the dead, and those still living
I arrived blank naked and undisguised
my soul redeemed in light of sunrise.
I have gained nothing from white supremacy
its dubious power sans The Almighty,
Where would I be without coloration on the scene?
life would be deserted as though obscene
I'd fall through the cracks to a singular world
where boys play god to control every girl.
I have gained nothing from white supremacy
with singular power sans The Almighty
I've read of Sodom and Gomorrah's crude ways
that glorified false light, as before the flood days
Now, there's liberation theology for you and me
the God of our understanding is of mercy
What race of men thrives without grace?
where would we be without speck of faith?
I have gained nothing, from white supremacy
what dubious power sans The Almighty -
A garden with grounds as fertile as love
who charted each course? Only One from above
I think of evergreen, and majestic pines;
and my roots unending; yet not one of a kind, because
The humanity of man was molded by divinity
and hand washes hand, to ward off calamity.
NASA’s Voyager launched
For interplanetary travel
Sending home wild snapshots
Of our solar system and beyond
Giving us an awestruck concept
Of the wide expanse of galaxies
A vastness inconceivable
The irony so laughable
Over the ridiculousness
The infinitesimal triviality
The absurdity of man’s
Outrageously oversized ego
As like a king he parades
Stomping on the speck
That’s our little blue planet
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on March 31, 2020 for contest STRAND CHOICE V sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
Originally posted on March 8, 2019
Great blue sky above
Great blue sea below
Turquoise mornings
And warm sunsets' glow
What more could one have need for
What else might there be to seek?
When perception arises to its peak
Then one loses all the words to speak
The wind once took fancy on a speck of dust
Her joy knew no bounds when she discovered her luck
She twirled and she danced at the wind’s will
He carried her along over vales and hill
When he raged all bowed before him
He razed to the ground those who confronted him
The speck of dust saw his different forms
Missed the gentle touch with which he had lifted her from the ground
The little speck of dust lived in constant fear
She ceased to recognise her once gentle wind dear
The fear of being abandoned clawed at her soul
Though she danced to his whims his eyes were fixed on greater goals
When quiet, she would settle down on the ground
She knew the quiet was a farce a forerunner of greater fury and sound
She found herself being lost among the things he gathered in his course
Her sorrow knew no bounds and tears flowed out in full force
Her heart grew heavy drenched in her tears
Stranded she was on the ground for even the wind could not lift her
The wind being the wind had to blow for it was his nature
The speck of dust was left alone devoid of happiness and cheer.
sharmila menon