Best Sustainment Poems
Riding in glides,
super-sailing in leaps-
going on and on about the otherside,
trailing to collide,
and oppressing in the peaks of my plight,
in the loneliest day which is just as night.
I now look to the sky!
Interesting in my sights,
interesting to deny of life,
and the rotating bike,
with some ivory fight,
I now look to the sky!
As your stand-up comedian,
as your rhyme of the eye!
A rye of the ripening fry-
an intrinsic like a cry!
I now look to the sky!
Melancholic,
systematic,
the intimation of procreating during a sustainment-
intonation,
allocation,
the moody croons,
and the wisdom drooping in swoons.
The ink-ur-
slowly to rise but lingers,
Trojan Horse!
'Enemy's Tinkerer!'
And yes also with a sorry clown in a finger,
does it right but still does it meager,
because he is a teacher-
and you reach her.
Every time the lurid outcasts are seen in the wooden brinks,
it's connection is formed through a grave mistake!
The next day is what you take away,
no matter how hard or faked we were in our try-
I sped into the curb but it took me dry.
I worked and worked but nobody saw my eyes,
I was always in a youthful wonder of how we die,
I couldn't peace out or even par-take,
I wanted the real thing just like my base.
Categories:
sustainment, best friend, care, growth,
Form:
Verse
Errant steals,
like globular e-mocking,
stark Jabs in test,
wave's of sustainment globally casting flesh aside,
wantoness stops as
tubular horns row them all away...
Nickled as jells in the jangles,
wobbie in a talk in a mangle-
flippin' at it's angle',
crunch crockie crangle,
the bottle on a walk,
like a Laker in a stock.
Categories:
sustainment, black love, blessing, blue,
Form:
Blank verse
Be who you are by using what God has given you
From a place of confinement
Where days are predictable
A reality to face by the repetition,
When dreams seem unreachable,
Hanging on to rituals for sustainment
The focus needed to one's survival
Yet not missing the faint notion
Of moving toward a palpable
Though unknown place of merriment.
When the moment of transformation
Is tangible, approaching, unstoppable
Felt manipulated by forces in motion
Apprehension and exhilaration in tremble
Facing the unknown so close at hand
Hanging on to the faith of a miracle
For what is to come, searching the heavens
Surrendering all, even if death is the pinnacle.
Then when the Chrysalis opens (perfection)
Lo and behold, indeed what a miracle!
A new life is found, filled with sweet scents
Wings open, excitement palpable
Take flight, even if a little uncertain
Free to reach dreams now attainable
Never knew, in days of old, the extent
Of the freedom to be found and heaven so undeniable.
By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 02.11.10
Categories:
sustainment, education, inspirational, life, nature
Form:
Rhyme
My spirit strives for attainment
of adrenaline containment
from poetry peaked sensations
fused with fulfilling pulsations.
Words score elation obtainment.
Writing is my prime sustainment,
my souls ever held entrainment.
Poetry rhymes my foundations.
My spirit lives.
How great that poem retainment
lifts my muse with entertainment.
Poetry's frequent causation
are pain spilled needs for cessation
from God's ink inspired arraignment.
My spirit lives.
... CayCay
August 2, 2019
Categories:
sustainment, poetry,
Form:
Rondeau
Cast adrift alone to endlessly Guard.
That which the gods have left entirely unmarred.
Endowed with gifts enough to reach the stars.
Limited only by his inner scars.
For although this lonely figure be ready and able.
His inner goings are anything but stable.
Chaos and order fight tooth and nail.
Seeking to be the one to finally prevail.
However balance rules all and to this he is but a slave.
For divergence from its path will take him straight to the grave.
But fate his mistress will not grant him this end.
And to her he will always have to depend.
That which he protects is a most precious jewel.
Its scarcity can be called naught but cruel.
For the Guardian is of the jewel, and it of him.
Either may cause each to forever become dim.
The chaos inside him seeks this thing most dark.
But order be watchful, ready to light a spark.
Perpetual sustainment is his curse and joy.
For in many ways the guardian is just a boy.
Young and curious he casts wistful glances above.
Staring deep into the speckled darkness full of love.
For although the guardian is forced to wait and dream.
His heart is bursting at the seam.
To leave his lonely, troubled post.
This is what he wants the most.
Categories:
sustainment, beautiful, humanity, planet,
Form:
Free verse
The montrosity of my self awarness,
in precular days that are no more,
all becomes what is dreamed,
in sustainment from my eyes.
Tears that swell,
becomes a bubble that expands,
to feel the gaps that form my breath,
inside my feverish dreams.
And then it begins,
a repeating cycle,
that becomes controle,
because its to late.
As I respire to dream,
watching my daydreams,
inside a worlds glass ball,
I float on its surface.
Categories:
sustainment, life
Form:
Soak into your senses
Stop stepping down your standards for someone's satisfaction
Your skeptical because selflessness sent you staggering
Stumbling and succumbing to something you are not
Something stagnantly synthetic
Submerged under the surface
Something inside you sees the shackles separating you from sustainment
Trying to salvage the shortcomings and sever the shady feelings of the struggle
Be satisfied to step up and stand out
You are sterling in singularity
Categories:
sustainment, courage, feelings, growing up,
Form:
ABC
Camping on the sandy shore of the beach
Getting bored by the waves and their screech
Sitting around the camp after cooking out
It was so much fun just talking at our hangout
Soon, we noticed a couple who were fighting
Across the beach in a house we were sighting
They were making trip after trip up the stairs
We all knew this battle wasn’t one of our affairs
Still we watched from our place in our lawn chairs
Not much caring that it was darkening their tears
We watched for hours and heard their angry shouts
When we finally hit the sack it was midnight or thereabouts
While we laughed and hooted at the wife’s victory
That husband was bellowing that this was contradictory
Never would we forget that vacation with its entertainment
During our monotony on the beach this was our sustainment
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Categories:
sustainment, beach, fun, hilarious, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
One
Island
In the sun
Unusual
It has no sandy beach or umbrella
Yet it harbors sweet life for I can see
Lush verdant growth
A hillock
Innate
Bield
Categories:
sustainment, environment, food, green, life,
Form:
Tetractys
For your lips/ I bartered my kiss
For your tongue/ I Relinquished my breathe
For your touch/ I endowed remnants of my soul
And for anything else you captured what I had left.....
Each time I was with you pieces of me died....Pieces of me died
I could of probably withheld.and likely survived
But just to be by your side....The pieces of me died
Babe...I laid down and I died
What a jaundiced and distorted love I know
Yet I willingly continued to unfold
And give everything I was
What was the point?
Because I am no more..
No less than the deceased
You not only remember no you and me
Not a trace of me is lodged in your memory.....
Nothing in the world to you meant everything to me....
self-immolation, at its worst....
Physically im in tact, emotionally.....
I carry my own hearse.
A revolutionists of ones self
I annihilated myself
To prove to someone else...
I was worth more than their heart felt.....
I died for someone else
I am a hero of selfishness
An abstainer of sustainment
A suicide of ones self.....
I am a sacrificee of love....
Categories:
sustainment, dark, heartbroken,
Form:
Free verse
Working mothers are guinea pigs in a scientific experiment
to prove that lack of sleep is not hazardous for life sustainment.
Categories:
sustainment, mother
Form:
Rhyme
Find your balance
Find your place
Goldilocks zone
Within this race
Our want in life
Versus our need
Survival progression
The urge to breed
Pare back our life
To simple pleasure
Take from our greed
The time to treasure
Not frivolous frills
Bus simple sustainment
Not always craving
Entertainment.
Take time to use
Our senses five
That ground us all
To strive to thrive.
Categories:
sustainment, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Astronauts on an assignment.
Temporary, our confinement
In a rocketship of travel...
Above the earth to unravel
Planets out of their alignment.
Our past of conquering the moon...
My crew and I in our platoon.
With craters full of cavity
Amidst its zero gravity,
We returned home without maroon.
Within this endless field of stars...
Now, we bypass neighbouring Mars.
In the future - sometime, someday...
Sustainment of life in some way.
Visions as such - like flying cars.
Space missions, our occupation...
Solar system exploration.
Discovered - we are not alone
Inside this universe unknown...
We humans in our location.
As if the spheres within their spheres,
Uniqueness seperate from my peers.
Final frontiers, science fictions.
Outrageous in their depictions...
Impossible thoughts and their ideas.
Using my imagination...
Other worlds of fascination.
Presence of another being.
Fornication, I am seeing...
Fantasising procreation.
Soon extinct, the population...
Our connection - this salvation.
Movement within our set orbit.
Our extraction - we absorb it...
One such random situation.
Then, reality sinks back in...
And of my thoughts, a humble grin.
I wonder - endless, dark and cold...
The universe - what does it hold?
Comprehension cannot begin.
Categories:
sustainment, fantasy, imagination, space,
Form:
Limerick
Heaven's lampstand is in it's umbilical
surrogate station, feminine machine,
golden crystal-mobile nannying the fore-runner of the King of Kings.
A mothering stalwart-synth-work-Defender,
of the sustainment of moonchild in star-chamber.
Babe
in squirm in embrionic sac as the world turns,
as it burns.
Angel with the rainbow above it's head- stands
with one foot on land and one in the sea,
holds up the child symbolicaliteraly to offer
the last Prophet to the Throne of the Almighty.
An event for all to witness as foretold
and told again in the signs ongoing
and not so long ago.
The time has waned to wax ripened- for the harvest.
The scales in sway in their tax
of the prophecy underway.
Hand descends to scoop up from the womb
and nurture the spirit at the Altar of God,
his Throne Room, alive with activity,
where also is the four Living creatures,
each turning to see.
As the moon moves into the scales,
at the foot of the Woman
with a crown of twelve stars above her head in Leo
the Maiden of the King.
A scepter by her side and the three stars
that make it up, as the iron of the abide
the bottom line.
The Woman is about to give birth
and must fly towards the wilderness
on the Great wings of the Eagle of Vulcan
and of everything
and be nurtured for a time,
with everything she needs, away from the hateful city.
The Holy Spirit will protect her from the Dragon
who seeks to devour the Woman and the child.
...and so it begins...
Categories:
sustainment, art,
Form:
Free verse