Best Stagnates Poems
Gypsy winds, wind their way
across deserts and plains;
whip the tumbleweeds and
sands into a frenzy.
Nomad scorpions roam dunes alone,
burrowing deep, to escape
a tempestuous sirocco.
In lonely places cacti sentinels
stand vigilant day and night;
the magic within them, untapped by humans.
Only a few know the secrets of desolate places;
fewer still, those of their own backyard.
Observation, in its purest form, is a rare practice;
most people live on the Earth, not in it.
Participate in life and it will broaden the mind.
Expand your knowledge, with the senses and insight;
wisdom is bestowed, as a reward.
A bump on a log, never gives, but stagnates.
The winds of change, reveal secrets to the open ear;
listen carefully, to those gypsy winds.
Categories:
stagnates, inspiration, introspection, poems, poetry,
Form:
Prose
transfixed
I stumble down
shifting halls of
my angst my
distress
a cold stale breath
stagnates and permeates
its doom
onto my essence.
beguiled
I entomb myself
in the moment
asphyxiating
flailing
clawing
grasping for
desperately
disintegrating walls.
abdicated
I capitulate to
the lair
that cold cavity
pit of dread
that
pool of tears
where my devotion
thrashes plangently.
interred
in the filth
of want
of need
of putrefying wonder
entombed within
every pore
every inch
of my desolation.
moribund
I turn to stone
my listless gaze
fixated ruefully
on the luminance
the far distant
light
where steadfast
dim hope resides.
Categories:
stagnates, angst,
Form:
Free verse
oh to live a life
beneath your full potential
to know there is so much more
you could have done
said
more that you could have bled
to give others life
oh, the inner strife
mediocrity does not bode well
it's a living, burning hell
to know there is the sublime
yet you're running out of time
the years jeer
that inner fear
that time will not last
you'll be part of the past
and yet
what will live on
when you are gone?
that inner cosmos
of whirling ideas
the planetary magnitude of thoughts
becoming black holes of disappointment
sucking into the void
all that you could have become
if I could tap inside
find the words to make life
ex nihilo syndrome overcome
there is always something
we were born with it
the ability to create
but for many it lies dormant
stagnates
and their names are not remembered
not I
while I breathe
I try
to bring to life
the wonder of wisdom
the beneficence of beauty
the longevity of love
the pleasure of passion
the care of compassion
the perfection of peace
the sweetness of serenity
let it be...
all these and more
are there in my heart, in store
this medium is mine
poetry...the rhyme
set to my heart beat
rhythmic reality
words to whet the appetite
to move
to shock
to invigorate
to satiate
to medicate
to alleviate
to liberate
to enlighten
to brighten
to instill
the will to laugh, to love, and to....live
while this heart beats
while this soul breathes
while the mind can yet think
the quest goes on
to express
the wonder
that lies
within
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
stagnates, poetry,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
These days move quickly
second upon second
eating away the
innocence of youth!
Spring gives hope,
summer the bloom develops
a path to choose.
Autumn realism and
regret, winter stagnates
steers one’s mentality
to hazy days in limbo.
Waves of tears, a
conscious to cast out,
doubts and more doubts
before the bridge to cross.
Turbulence screams out,
many meaningless words
woven in sentiment, washed
away in rapids of unseemly
conformity, column after column
of political opinion in
constant bombardment of
promise, each and every
oppressor on their media trip,
a saturation of nebulous
speech, all without direction!
Life ne’er simple, the human race
on the wane, to dance amidst
the sunbeams that dazzle
honesty and respect.
Yet hours of artless suffuse,
never to wash the ghetto
from one’s mind, never to live
without pain, all that hatred,
all that waste, wrapped up
in one’s culture!
© Harry J Horsman 2002
Categories:
stagnates, political,
Form:
Free verse
You’re lost in translation like staunch Christians,
When they’re trying to understand Hebrew inscriptions,
Truth be told there is distance,
Between Ancient Jewish Mystic Intelligence,
And Jesus pleasers delusional competence,
Because they’re blind to the Torah scrolls evidence,
Of the underlying substance, the mathematical significance,
It’s not just coincidence,
The Hebrew letters were originally numerals, no readable sentences,
And the sequences are equations and multi-dimensional,
Eternal sacred geometry, sound and universal,
Transversal but lost within the streams of thought,
Only sought out by a handful of inner taught hotshots,
With eyes wide open from joining the dots,
Never lost in translation because the biblical narratives are a distraction,
Going back to the start, before the deception,
Math was an art, codified and describes reality inside and out,
About consciousness and matter,
You can doubt this if you’re reading this as a hater,
Because all you equate to are thought’s that are out of date,
Causing you not to see straight, you’re a lightweight,
So your mindset stagnates and can’t relate to what I seek,
I eat meat like a professional heavy weight boxer,
The Oracle is my sponsor and has given me honor,
As I continue to drink the living water I become stronger,
My writings will be known and read by future generations for longer,
Hear what this spirit that prospers is saying and conveying,
This world is decaying alongside with the minds that are swaying,
So weigh up and consume knowledge that is worth praising,
Escaping the cravings of this fading movie that I’m watching,
From my mind’s eye, with understanding injected into me from the sky,
Seeing things that can’t be denied like all the lies being played out that desensitize,
The ability to maximize your earthly ride to find purpose within our society’s circus,
So don’t curse this, read my verses and ask your minds services to connect circuits,
Or forever be deceived by the serpent mindset that’s within nearly every person,
So be determined, open your minds curtains and don’t be wordless,
Our minds are a surplus of true wealth,
Vital for our health while we are within our physical bodies, Our 3D house.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 1.5.2016
Categories:
stagnates, allegory, bible, meaningful, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Creeks in your heart flower the moss that stagnates
blood is red rubied and frozen dead
it is protoplasmic is my guess
rooted deep check with floss
slights and rejects have numbed you sad
emotional rocks and hearty shocks
have slithered in snakey and they are sinking glad
poison is sinewed and wide spread
if there is anything sourer than sour
then it is you my lad!
any sharp look pierces in like broken glass
onlooker is enemy that you wished were dead
down eyed not syndromed so you live
breaths do come and go-life does not
violence builds in grey not escaping
though you wish with impotent futility
to give them all back
dear boy! hold on to all you got
here is another SACK!
over the brink and good gaud (with him yeah) solid dead!
Categories:
stagnates, life
Form:
Free verse
JOURNEY HAIKU #2
Hurl of last light
Nightly shadows creep;
Weary feet trudge home
~~~~~~~~~
Temple stupas
Landmark signs;
Call to mindfulness
~~~~~~~~~
Light brunch of fruits
Diet plan works;
Brink on the verge
~~~~~~~~~
Food mall crunch
So much stuff;
Conflict stagnates
~~~~~~~~~
Journey haiku
Time for clear strokes;
Decipher meaning
~~~~~~~~~
Joyful vanguard
Not much stuff;
Seize madness well
~~~~~~~~~
Old antique shoppe
Ancient times dwell;
History haunts
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
13 January 2016
Singapore
Categories:
stagnates, beauty,
Form:
Haiku
Words slice the core of my heart,
Catch my breath.
Breathless.
The pit of my stomach screams with anguish.
Teeth clench so hard, they shake in revulsion.
A sudden heat wave of nausea,
Sweeps the periphery.
Weak and weaker the knees collapse beneath the burden.
The hairs erect, their bitter scorn tears through my skin.
A shudder shakes through the entirety.
The mouth is dry; the Tongue curls, longing for reassurance,
Swallow, hard but still no morsel of satisfaction to be had.
Fierce desperate nails embed themselves into the palms,
Only to be juxtaposed against the senseless stream of sweat
Drenching it's surface.
Eyelids cascade with a deep sigh of knowing,
Knowing all to well this feeling of betrayal,
Betrayal the body recognises and smiles as it's friend.
The burning power of knowledge, in drolet form,
Falls from the mirrors of the soul.
Skull swells with flashing images,
Words and symbols,
Eyes gorge wide.
A shiver meanders at haste down the spine,
As the complexion stagnates grey.
The truth be known, too little and too late.
Categories:
stagnates, angst, longing,
Form:
the window between us
a transient barrier
of time travel
within grasp
yet the air stagnates
out of reach
beyond the realms
we've conceived
our vision blurred
by delusion's illusion
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
Categories:
stagnates, longing, love, time,
Form:
Free verse
Insidious pharaohs reigning death abound the kingdom, a sinister smile resonates
of bloodlust. Commanding voraciously the tyrants consume human life, an endless
cycle of severed souls. Utopian preaching of a destined era stagnates over this
desolate desert. Blood Rivers converge with the Nile, an inceptual validity embraced
in flesh. Severed limbs suspended from within the leviathan necropolis exude blood;
such is the decor of the pharaoh
Categories:
stagnates, history
Form:
Free verse
Four walls bind me in time
four directions set me free from all
the eventual has yet to show its face
the countess of time married my past
and for the first time I see my future
the four elements lift me homeward bound
as the joy wells up in me to a fever pitch
the continuity of it all stalls
and the flow of life stagnates
the pool of time congeals
and its me that has been revealed
for my home is no home at all
Categories:
stagnates, allegory, black african american,
Form:
Free verse
Christmas decor has begun to bore
Season's diminishing returns must not ignore
Ingenious craft stagnates; no longer hearts implore
Straggling trinkets of blithe, Christmas lore
To be quickly discarded or saved for dated encore
Spent wreaths fading yellow on every crest, door
Stray needles scattered around porch and floor
Mellowed holly berries dangle in sickly, twined ward
Scaly, shedding Christmas tree barnacled to lifeless moor;
Sticky resin seeping from each, tapped-out pore
Once sturdy timber now dry pulp to strip and core
Empty boxes lie around crumpled and gored
Treasured contents have long been pilfered, scored
Pretty wrapping paper no longer beauty doth afford
Shattered, punctured and recklessly torn
Ribbon strands now loose, tinseled chord
Decorative bows plucked; in dark, dank closet stored
Pageantry and festivity shorn; colloquial vestiges restored
Common fabric now doth the hearth and porch adorn
Categories:
stagnates, christmas, christmas, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
Conservatism's ideology
Is static. For that reason, everything
It touches stagnates and thus decays.
We live in a universe that expands:
Dynamic, and ever characterized
By firm continuous change-alive!
Conservatives, stuck in traditions
Unable, feckless slaves of status quo
Impede advancement for those souls in need.
Those at the top espouse unwritten laws
That favor power, wealth and selfishly
Retain these hieratic gifts bequeathed
By past idolized idealess fops
Who gained their prominence on backs of men.
Categories:
stagnates, political
Form:
Sonnet
Feeding off the weary
Castor oil concubines in deep hip hugger moons
Shouting to the vestibule in torrents filled with rage
Voices shriek in rampant screams, off key to every tune
Changing up a photograph that sits along the stage
Feeding off the weary as they take their morning tea
Crushing every crumpet so the crumbs collect the floor
Holding up their heads in shame for they no longer see
Flagging down the waiter just to get a little more
Hit below the beltline made of polyester fill
Break the rules on purpose so the multitudes will find
Mops now wait the drool appearing nightly in the spill
No one really cares at all what stagnates in your mind
Here’s a tip to fill your needs with eyes a squinting mess
Take this color you declare in blackened tinted hues
Paint the wall that’s just outside in all that you profess
Other’s now will take your blows as early payment dues
Find the poor in gutters strewn with all that you believe
In cauliflower camouflage beyond your garden gate
Laugh behind the foolish ones who linger lost and grieve
Fill your pockets with their fear before it is too late
Dress up for the evening in your Sunday morning wear
Push away the people dancing slowly on display
Board a train to someplace where another just may care
Wave goodbye to all of us as you go on your way
Categories:
stagnates, farewell,
Form:
Rhyme
The soot within rots and stagnates
And all I have become
Is a garbage of putrid avoidance,
Vague as muddy clay---a leak from sewers
Unless cleansed by rising heart
Free from negative energy.
Rumi Contest 11th Nov 2016
Categories:
stagnates, care, self, spiritual,
Form:
Monoku