Best Temporal Poems
In temporal shades of pastel hue
abides a subject on debut.
Upon his brow the pencil bled,
sketching life through words unsaid,
etching strife through hints of blue.
I softly let the lines imbue
then gaze upon its stoic view.
His pose portrays the life he led
in temporal shades.
Each stroke unveils, in form anew,
the toll within a world askew,
one weary soul, one tangled thread,
sketching life through words unsaid
to simply do what artists do
in temporal shades.
Categories:
temporal, age, anxiety, art, time,
Form:
Rondeau
temporal prints
upon terrestrial shores
impress future
Categories:
temporal, deep,
Form:
Haiku
Temporal Dilettante Journalist
David J Walker
no-thing need not name the nameless
breaks the morning in disguise
shakes the shame and wakes the shameless
quench tormented turbid eyes
the bootless errand realized
who shakes the hand but shuns the banquet
a polymath of nullity
a picnic spread on follies blanket
the argot of a fervent plea
omnifarious frivolity
dante sings symphonic anthems
measured meters latin chants
pardons plied to paphian sanctions
the queen retorts in satin rants
a paupers portion the monarch grants
bemoans the message minimalized
Categories:
temporal, allegory, lost,
Form:
Rhyme
TEMPORAL
At rainy Lisdoonvarna your red hair was a flare
which guided us to your side
through multi-sensory squalls
when the crowd’s swell parted our company.
I view this photo, perceive the melancholy,
and see the longing now;
to which those ever sparkling eyes,
and my self-hatred had blinded me.
When they find that quantum is bunkum,
I’ll travel there again and tell you
that i am a fool;
that you are a jewel; then
touch your hand,
and see what flares.
Categories:
temporal, desire, growing up, heart,
Form:
Free verse
“Temporal Paradox”
Make a space for my body
push the sides apart
temporal paradox
passing torch to beacon
to Light
ALL MY LOVE
when I’m gone
You continue from the start
temporal paradox
causal loop
Love,
My life burns forever
for You,
in the Heart
(LadyLabyrinth/2021)
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"Monument"/ Royksopp & Robyn
https://youtu.be/STDn3_Mttiw
"...push the sides apart
this is what I'm controlling
it's a mold
the inside that I carve"
"I seem to have loved you
in numberless forms,
numberless times…
In life after life,
in age after age,
forever.
My spellbound heart
has made and remade
the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift,
wear round your neck
in your many forms,
In life after life,
in age after age,
forever...."
Causal Loop
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Temporal_paradox
LYRICS/ "Monument", Royksopp & Robyn
https://genius.com/Royksopp-and-robyn-monument-lyrics
Categories:
temporal, journey, love, mother daughter,
Form:
Free verse
This side or the other, time alone is the deciding factor
you may think that you are happy, but you're an actor
no matter how much you change, there's a price to pay
there's just no escape, we all know, the end is a one way
Focus your actions in this world, they define who you really are
you'll ultimately be judged by others, whether you were on par
and even if you don't care, know that it's about right and wrong
if you make the right choices, rejoice, you don't need to belong
Your heart and your mind, yes, these are really one and the same
living on, past the limitations of a physical existence, is only shame
shame for what you could have done differently, why didn't you think
instead choosing those bitter waters, all that remains for you to drink
Learn the value of patience, it will bring happiness to your address
without it, all you can look forward to is disappointment and distress
life is much too precious to waste away, since time is not on our side
discern the higher meaning of life, before taking that final spiritual ride
Our temporal existence, how the pleasures of this world make us forget
just what we could have done while we were here, and this to our regret
yet all is not lost, so long as the candle is still burning, we can still change
we have all been given life as a gift, and our very own destiny to arrange
As desire still has power in us, do not let these opportunities go lost forever
avoid the arrogance, so innate in all of us, this shared attitude of, "whatever"
twilight years are quickly advancing, who knows when they will finally arrive
eternal happiness awaits, just prepare for the journey, and to this alone strive
Categories:
temporal, happiness, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form:
Rhyme
I’ve seen you in warm tender of blanket
With the hug of frosty night you slept fair
Thru the pinky neon light came there a cat
Coolness of dark city snubbed its care
The grogshop closed the door of thirsty wine
Jazz music went too far ended the night
With the rising sun the dew smoked in brine
Blue jay crest lied behind with poppy flight
No snowball, no snowflake over the sky
With the sunny time no crystal fog played
On classic twilight winter hailed warm pie
In the tepid dawn cuckoo termed to date
The blanket of darling now in safe shelf
Cause, winter on gypsy road by spring help
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
February 09, 2023
Categories:
temporal, weather, winter,
Form:
Sonnet
Hands folded prayer like to beseech thee
to abduct me with no cause to up braid
natural temptation found temptation commanding
from divine dada disobeyed
Earthbound Olympian of love,
now dwells amidst mossy secluded glade
a natural bed of soft earthy, downy
canopied bridal awaiting to lovers to get laid
and maybe nine months later,
a baby will resemble thee dear milkmaid
then whence we return to our Land O’ Lakes chalet
homage will be paid
in which human guise paramour
doles secrets of amorous Lumineers trade
into dreamland such desire does in vade.
Victuals to satiate pleasures of flesh
especially erogenous zones
administered by this imaginary mistress
sin seductive tones
thru this private line, but no other phones
triggering mine little rolling stones
to generate primal sounds vis a vis moans
inducing groin seams of pants extreme groans
toward pocket sixty-nine without lovely bones.
A copious amount of adoration suffuses entire body of this man
her, whose gentle and kind embrace promises to be eternal plan
as made mention in the Bible, Quran, or Torah millennia ago rattan
whose healthy libido will probably outlive me life span.
Royal carpet treatment awaits me each and every day
as the differences between myself and august dweller on high
establish a bounty and glory of compassion to roll in the hay
atop bodacious, delicious, felicitous fantasy asks me to lie
imbibing succulent atmosphere akin to an eternal month o may
taking spirit soaring thousands of miles of feet in the sky.
Upon hearing sweet nothings nobody else can hear
affecting heavy breathing indicated by nostril
that imperceptibly flare
a sheer grin of joy lights up countenance ear to ear
despite impish quarks of this divine being so dear
as journey to inxs of nirvana induced ejaculated whispered clear
from being buck-naked bare.
Categories:
temporal, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Elegiac Lyric
Drifting through the lounge, floating all the way towards the store. Feelin’
through the old tomes and pristine newer articles. Trying to find a cadaver of
knowledge to feed from. I find myself back amongst friends in the lounge as a
whispering nymph bothers and twitches my shoulder. Gyrating and dancing like
someone at the club she whispers temptations of darkness and grim tales of luck
and love into my auditory nerve complex. The mini universe inside my skull
formulates and thrashes about trying to figure out the riddles left and right,
obtuse and sharp. I dream of better days when all my friends and foes would
gather for love and loss. Now there is a stagnation and little more then
temptation for unreachable more. Frustrated I lie back in my body and pout.
Categories:
temporal, absence, angst, feelings, spring,
Form:
Prose
while playboy hallucination at my male member does yank
key mud hood dill, where reality doth usually tank
with muss elf feeling prick
sans figurative or real shaft shank
quite the opposite with wife acidly rank
she frequently pulls my hair as childish prank
knowing full well that action turns my mood sour as a crank
I would escape, but no money in the piggy bank.
Other times, her karma roars into tempest with rage
lashing out like a half-crazed maniac loosed upon global stage
on account of silent battles we regularly wage.
I admit my own fair share of peculiar traits
which only to private confidences t'will now relate
keep on the q-t lest spouse doth berate.
Chief among these oddities comprise
lower gastrointestinal perturbations issuing from the ass
which prompt innumerable outbursts of gas
Ranging from quiet puff to a noisy, windy pass.
After usage of toilet with a bowel movement
large enough to sink a sub
wash rectal residue from my behind
with a hose attached to the tub.
This couple resembles Frankenstein
and his bride – argh what a pair
she taunts when i shower, clean the rest of my body including hair
dry follicles shaking head back & forth side-to-side through the air.
There you now know foibles and unusual personal ways
uttering that such antics how she plays
like netted in a one-man fraternity undergoing constant haze
pelting this poor soul with scraps of food, she flays
until these covered with thick pasty gloppy glaze as verboten entrees
Now laugh till you fall over and remain in stitches for days.
Categories:
temporal, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Elegiac Lyric
all the bitter things can fade without a moment’s
hesitation
when melody sets in
when tones thought so comfortable to the one in pain
flood the room---
these notes, tunes, rhythms bring one to the special places
the minute seconds of one’s life
where one wishes it would last forever &
the tears of joy can enter in
where the covering of the face is sometimes essential
because such bliss can be embarrassing
creating thoughts like
everything’s gonna be ok &
inside the pushing away of everything trying to slowly
eat
at
you &
a rush of exciting sensations giggle their way into the veins
pumping in the heart a new lightening fire &
where there was once a great passion lacking
there now is a great one growing &
out through the fingertips
glowing like E.T
stretching out to touch that of a loved one
stretching out to make a new acquaintance
stretching out to link up communication again
with the world that almost had been
left---
teetering on the brink
we’re teetering on the brink of something new
every time the bitter things fade
every time they pass
if but for only a few moments &
if we could just fold them up to keep them stashed away in our
pockets
until they were needed again
then that would be a wonderful turn of
events---
this identification of the extent to which out brains
the extent to which our emotions can fluctuate &
produce more things beyond the mere survival of our
ancestors,
we pass on, all in the blink of an eye
until all the bitter things pop right back.
Categories:
temporal, life, time, giggle,
Form:
Free verse
All true power that manifests, and creates comes from The Almighty Lord God.
We did not create Love, Love created us and supplied us with this bountiful earth on which we trod.
We are a living, breathing, unique, multidimensional force of nature, timeless, ageless, eternal energy, made in the image of our creator.
Some spiritual and political leaders are yet to be awakened and the unbelievers will realize the truth sooner or later.
So many governments, social institutions, schools, and workplaces are outdated, keeping humanity in darkness and geared to create a herd mentality.
For years a constant dumbing down of our society and educational institutes has slowed human progress simply because of this inbred duality of insanity.
A new mentality needs to evolve and dominate, one that reveres life, in all forms for this Gaia, this earth, and the body intertwine.
Designated and fashioned to pilot this temporal vessel encasing the soul divine.
As long as light shimmers in the soul with undaunted faith in the heart, there is hope.
Fall not into the pitfalls of lies and deceit but lean on the everlasting arms in order to cope.
This universe means one song and is the essence of who we truly are.
Within this earth-bound ship is timeless energy, brilliant, ageless, and an eternal glowing star.
Categories:
temporal, analogy, beauty, birth, health,
Form:
Rhyme
There is nothing, that can compare
To a conceited, heartbreaking, treacherous robbery
Right before your eyes
One whom you care,
With all your fragile heart
Has been stolen and kidnapped
But,
No matter the number you send to search,
They'll never come back
They don't care
Blinded, by who took them
No care, at all
Yet I wait
I wait, and wait
For the day they are wiser
But it never comes
I'm always trapped in the past
Stuck in yesterday
In a dark, non-temporal world
Where the sun never rises,
Where everything is blinded,
And frozen in the cold
And tomorrow never comes
I'm the only one left, with eyes to see
In this cold and somber world
But nobody listens
I'm taken as a fool
I'm misunderstood, judged
By the cold and somber world
I want to curse
I want to thrash
I want to scream
But...
Isn't that what this blade is for?
Categories:
temporal, depression
Form:
Free verse
In clouds of spring fresh whispy dreams prevail
They tell of joy as hope in hearts arise
With youthful frolic's yearning wishing wells
In fairytales seen through poetic eyes
In clouds of summer passion's featherbeds
We lay in love to drink ripe vineyard wine
In flames of sunsets heat fiery red
Burst in flares and sparks of golden skyline
The clouds of fall roll rich with mellow grace
They sate the soul's peace insurmountable
Contentment slows her dulcet angel face
Harvest's muse drifts ripened and bountiful
Winter's clouds tell fortunes bitter cold end
Deathbeds lie still our resonance to mend
June 6, 2020
Brian's Select 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Categories:
temporal, analogy, beautiful, beauty, emotions,
Form:
Sonnet
Oh, what fools we mortals are
when for the temporal pleasures the eternal bliss sacrifice!
(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
10 November 2016
Categories:
temporal, happiness, men,
Form:
Monoku