Best Staleness Poems
I cast these concepts
I cast these kernels
Kernels in my hand
Kernels in the clay
Clay of loam
Clay of words
Words to describe
Words packed
Packed with exegesis
Packed with strength
Strength of scavenging
Strength of crowd
Crowd of swarms
Crowd of staleness
Staleness with enthusiasm
Staleness with bluntness
Bluntness of prediction
Bluntness of demeanor
Demeanor with smile
Demeanor of delight
Delight in adventure
Delight of writing
Writing of nursery stories
Writing of poetry
Poetry from heart
Poetry for show
Show of pride
Show of faith
Faith in progression
Faith in aestheticism
Aestheticism in connoisseurship
Aestheticism of spirit
Spirit to convince
Spirit with zoanthropy
Zoanthropy from hysteria
Zoanthropy of diabolical
Diabolical in a cave
Diabolical of power
Power to rule
Power to deceive
Deceive with attempt
Deceive to mislead
Mislead unfair impression
Mislead into thinking
Thinking about calm
Thinking about success
Success isn't happiness
Success isn't wealth
Wealth
Happiness
Categories:
staleness, analogy, appreciation,
Form:
Blitz
Sodden dripped of midnight words
A slurred plight
Perhaps of tonight
Broken in the sobering dawn
In this smoky staleness
We meet in false courage
Eluding the touch
The tenderness we cry for
Fearing heavy
Those frangible lovers
Remaining hidden
Behind bloodshot eyes
Masking the obvious veracity
Of a single hope
A love repressed in the stupor
Of alcoholic comfort
Ever silently aching
In deadpanned hearts…
Categories:
staleness, angst, life, love, time,
Form:
Free verse
I dream of a great and distant place
It is mine, only I hold the key
There are many fears I have to face
Meadow, temple, goddess of grace
Wending brook, glittering tree
I dream of a great and distant place
It becomes vague, it is now a trace
So very far, so very hard to see
There are many fears I have to face
Falling into my city's warm embrace
Take me away, hear my plea
I dream of a great and distance place
To these enchanted thoughts I race
From the staleness of now I flee
There are many fears I have to face
With a breath it will vanish, in a second erase
Once more I feel a cold pull inside me
I dream of a great and distant place
There are many fears I have to face
Categories:
staleness, angst, hope, life, places,
Form:
Villanelle
I find it quite strange
how so many people
desire drastic change:
Change would be so simple!
Change would be terrific!
Yet when I ask them,
what kind of change,
they leave out specifics
saying,
"Change is what we need
and change is for the better!
Staleness has gotten old
like an ugly Christmas sweater!
At this point in time
any change at all
would most likely do;
I care not what that entails
just as long as it's something
shiny and new!"
But pray tell, I'd wish you stop and ponder
what it is you're convinced is greener
out there in yonder.
Bigger house? Shinier car?
More fashionable attire?
Perhaps some allusive 'she'
whose heart you could admire?
Some people want to change
until the day they die.
While old-fashioned me,
can't help but wonder why?
Let us never exercise the thought of changing!
Let us be as mountain rivers ceaselessly flowing!
Do you recall what the seed said
before it became a tree:
some dream of changing,
I dream of growing.
Categories:
staleness, allegory, analogy, wisdom,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Flame trees flicker on way into town
but nothing kindles their flames to excite
the sleepy town set in its dampened, dank frown.
All the folks lie barricaded behind trenches
of never to be forgotten fights and campaigns
about, noise, litter, dogs and fences.
'Smile and wave' the response to encounters.
Gossip and tattle-tail endless behind closed doors,
for everyone knows everything, and about everyone blabbers.
Nothing changes, nothing excites, change on timeout.
The town heart's pace is fixed on 'set in ones ways'.
Everything in its place, nothing to catch fire, the pilot snuffed out.
The flame trees bloom anew each spring
blinding weary drivers entering the town,
sparing them the sight of sameness, staleness, tedium within.
Categories:
staleness, song, travel,
Form:
Rhyme
As we walked along this summer day we could see the sun's passion etched within the peaks of small cottony clouds, it bled a scarlet ecstasy across the day's dealt skies. The air was scented with the fresh aroma of lilacs and roses from the houses nearby, yet a staleness lingered beneath its cover as we walked through grass less thick than the air. There were benches to our left, tucked in slight shade of an old oak. they seemed weathered in time, but still had yesterday's news draped atop the seats. We continued on our way and could see through thirsty fields along our path wheat as it danced to the wind's soft lullaby, we paused to watch nature's melody...
as wind brushes over
fields of wheat pull back covers
deer hidden within
We continued on our way down the windy road, our feet kept beat with the chatter of chipmunks as we kicked up dust from the once cobblestone path. The haze behind us lifted silently towards the sky, momentarily tucking the sun behind its shadows. Our ears could hear a rumble, almost as if angry skies were upon us, when we saw the river ahead of us...
over tops of stones
fast river stumbles along
in its wake fish jump
09/17/2013
Categories:
staleness, nature, , Lullaby,
Form:
Haibun
My long sleep wasn't disturbed by a Mallard,
no visions of wars but of absolute serenity...
giving this body a vital boost of energy;
flowing was the blood, sound was the mind!
The green-winged Teal seemed too hungry,
and munching on a piece of bread, hurriedly
glanced and drastically feared the rangy vagrant
with a face so pale that even startled a big cat!
Opening my window to the cool breeze of March
takes the whiff of staleness out of the dim room;
observe the yellow begonias cherishing its caress...
'though perturbed by the smell of the forest Larch!
Flowers don't feel pain, neither they show gloom:
tend to them and they will display their loveliness!
I grab my pen and start composing another lyric
to describe this wonderful season that delights;
I'm glad that winter has put an end its snowy days!
Do poets choose their words according to images,
or they pop into their heads and write ditty verses
diverging from the norm of poetry that's too intrinsic?
Opening my window to the cool breeze of March...
oh, sonorous spring has arrived ending my confinement
to a glass desk with a Dell computer to find a replacement!
Does artificial intelligence offer some enlightenment?
Not all cope with loneliness: dramatic was the fate of Lach;
how many of us have used extreme measures to stay afloat?
Categories:
staleness, absence, conflict, emotions, fate,
Form:
Rhyme
I must have left the window up
For a creature came inside.
She was bright and beautiful, with ornate wings;
You would never believe your eyes.
"What are you doing here, little thing?
The meadow is your home.
You are much too stunning, lovely, wonderful,
To be in the dreary dome.
But you might just be the perfect thing
To give this house some light."
So I fetched a jar of transparent glass,
And lured her in without a fight.
She flapped and fluttered in her crystal lodge,
Inducing the cat to the table.
I then moved her up to a safer place
Where she was seen but not obtainable.
This should keep the critter safe;
Secure and snug in her own bubble.
No dangers shall she ever face:
No killers, no storms, no trouble.
A week had passed with my radiant guest
Though I hadn't much observed it.
I was far too busy tending other things
To notice every flit.
Then one day while knitting it was grimly silent,
And staleness filled my mug.
I sat 'til I finished my husband's sweater
Then got up to check the bug.
How long was she like this? I gasped,
As I cringed with utter disgust.
Nothing was left of her but folded wings,
For her body had turned to dust.
Categories:
staleness, abuse, death, gender, house,
Form:
Rhyme
Squalidness—Squabbling squeamishly;
Scrutinizing stigmatized scandalization, substantially scarce
Sprightliness...skeptically surrendering
Shamefully—Scolded sardonically;
Snarling splenetically, severing sensibility, scowlingly simmering
Strenuously...sought survival
Sparring—Sinister sisters;
Seductively swiveling soreness, sarcastically snared, swirling
Storms...sporadically striking
Slowly—Sacrificing stories;
Scorching slanderous subversiveness, suffering suffocation
Senselessly...smoldering serendipity
Sinfully—Silent stranger;
Sneaking skillfully staring
Presumptuously—Pursuing pretentiousness;
Promises protruding pithiness,
Potential problems...penetrating
Frantically—Forsaken fantasizes foresee;
Different Man Flourishing...
Suspiciously—Supplication solicited;
Subjectively settling, storms subdue, spontaneously subsiding
Surprisingly...sanctuaries submerged
Sobriety—Soaked scathingly;
Staleness spun savagely, strangely straying, sprung
Scourging...southern spiral
Suddenly—Solitude strangling;
Shallow significants seedily surrounds scrupulousness, slumbering
Spitefulness...shunning sympathy
Systematically—Struggling swiftly;
Skulking shadows slithering, seized sanity, seething
Stragglers scrapping...smuggling
Supposedly—Soberness swarming;
Sunrises selectively swerving, sunsets scattering
Emotionally—Erraticism encouraged;
Enduring essential enemies,
Equivocal excursions...escalating
Hereupon—Heretics hushed hereafter;
Different Man Henceforth...
Relentlessly—Reaping ramifications;
Remorsefully relapsing regrettably, resentful realization recognizing
Reflection...refusing reality
Condescendingly—Condemning contradictions;
Cautiously concealing contortions, conducting contrived conniptions
Conscientiously...capricious consciousness
Arrogantly—Acquiring awareness;
Ignorantly ignoring ideologies, deceitful dramatic disagreements
Transpire...transitioning transgressions
Occasionally—Ostracizing occurs;
Overthinking orchestrates overreactions, obsessively obtaining optimization
Brazenly—Begged, blindingly became;
Different Man Behindhand...
Categories:
staleness, how i feel, me,
Form:
Free verse
Like brilliant waterfalls do,
peregrinating down-cascading
themselves about them in their
glorious way upon the humble
streams as they-go, joyful is
the soul trammeled grateful
the heart the mind hopeful -
its greater desire for
freedom moving-it-a-
ways-farther-beyond the-
staleness of its-same tiered-old-
prison - love opening the door -
full of God's goodness the crispness
of the air its pureness rushing in to
greet it -
its mundane life renewed as it
were now - being made secure.
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Author notes
3 poems written 1 year ago. I decided to form them individually today here: 10th Dec 2010.
Formed as I brought them from another site from their original forms as they are there. Was
curious while in the midst of forming; noticed they would as I had formed them fit together.
Had no idea they would fit this way together as they have now. Hence the name given for the
poem in thank you, for: "God's Goodness", because it is He that was the inspiration, as well the
Guide/Mastering of the hands that formed them. Thank you for reading. Their names are as
follows as I brought them formed them: A Permanent Home, I'm Feeling Sick Today Let's See
What and How Much I Can Bring to the Table, The Longing. I Had no idea I was forming a
candle.
I invite you to read: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=6883
as well investigate as to why I ask you of this, "please":. I am so honored you have stopped
by friend you have blessed me-yes - I wish as well to bless you. ~ Love ~ James ~ (or if you
will) ~ e v e r y o n e 1 ~
http://nightapple.deviantart.com/art/Trapped-In-The-Wake-Of-A-Dream-91925122
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w7pD1EgxGcI
Categories:
staleness, inspirationallove, today,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Some bits and pieces. Stoleness doesn't empower one to
gain material goods, financial and emotional leverages some
are disloyal—possession over someone Stoleness.
Abducted along with one's self-confidence and innermost thoughts
and deepest sentiments will be revealed for safekeeping.
Demoralized and staleness broken trust in addition to anything
so on and on, and so forth Stoleness has causes and effects,
lessons learned? intuitive conception, and conclusion that Stoleness
is forbidden.
Categories:
staleness, best friend, betrayal, break
Form:
Free verse
How brittle is the vessel of my boundless dreams
When briny waves crash longingly upon the shore
Of wisdom drenched in lust for peace! It seems
As though its hull has been consumed or pierced in war.
The sun is faint. The stars have died away and must
Have slowly slipped into the caving pit of space,
Whence certainty of will cannot escape the rust
On swords unfit to win a long and futile race.
The herded thoughts of ill and brutish minds are high
Upon the firmament where sanguine words should dwell,
And never can dry truth beset and burn the lie
Encased in gold on heavy monuments from hell.
Where staleness dwells, so does the antiphon of sand,
Outspread in layers, thick upon the ocean floor,
Unbending in its ruthless rage, resolved to strand—
Upon the rim of night—the fated ship of lore.
At last, what little love remains must ebb and face
The unsuspended void enveloping faint hope,
And then succumb to the pale ghost who wields the mace,
Or even hang by a most sturdy silken rope.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
Categories:
staleness, death, dream, philosophy, psychological,
Form:
Rhyme
He was happy
Finally
He had made a clean break
A Clean
BREAK
He could start over
With the past behind him
Free
He inhaled deeply
The air was fresh
The sky was clear
Everything seemed in focus
Bright
A new start
New adventures waited
New dreams
New people to meet
A new love
Ah…..
What could compare
To the freshness
The excitement
The burning desire
The consuming craving to taste
A new love
Yes, he’d made a clean break
Euphoric
Somewhere
In a room entombed
With the staleness of yesterday
Still lingering
Was a woman
With a clean break
From the top of her heart
Right down to the bottom
Clean
No perhaps and what if's
Clean
No hopes or promises
Clean
No remembrances or dreams
A clean break
A heart broken
From top to bottom
Two broken halves
One broken soul
A clean break
He had made a clean break
Of her heart….
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
staleness, heartbroken,
Form:
Free verse
it's teeth
some jaw around
my head, biting
baiting an air beast
wintering wind
anaconda squeeze
of miserly monsters
that I'm dragging
as I walk and wings
whose tips stipple
cheeks, reddening
through slow-mo
torture but somehow
that winter stroll
hidden critters galore
is a glorious break
beckoning staleness
from stolid afternoons
Categories:
staleness, imagery, nature, seasons, weather,
Form:
Alliteration
Waking up to the
smell of sweaty socks
much like a locker room
at the gym.
Took my morning brew outside -
relieving my lungs of the staleness
of a closed room.
The air much to be
a relief as I watch the clouds
and trees moving in a world
of continual change.
Nothing ever to stay the same
except for change - and fresh morning
air cooling my brew - good thing
to be living alone - who else
could put up with the stench
of sweaty socks - or a stale room?
Categories:
staleness, change, nature,
Form:
Free verse