Best Troughs Poems
From precipice of memories, flashbacks nostalgic billow,
Thinking of you as I ruminate, adoring the views below,
Where waves oceanic dance, leaping on windy tempos,
Propagating ambitions of tides, vying pristine sea shore;
Rippling my thoughts, undulating with emotions of yore,
Mesmerized in recollections lovingly brought to fore,
Allured by longings unforgettable, yearning for more,
Of your covert smile, enamored in friendship and love.
Admiring beauty serene, negotiating crests and troughs,
Immersing in nature’s awe, despite hurricanes and storms,
Sailing on vigor of vitality, rowing with elation and joy,
We built on hope and pride, rising and falling with tides;
Adulating on apex of highs, descrying the lows of sighs,
Turning pages of life, enchanting our hearts and minds,
We watched seasons decaying, regenerating over time,
Recognizing, in failures we sow, seeds of success in life.
Though dreams of romance became nightmares of desires,
We retain treasured albums, forever moments inspired,
Of sacred truths unveiled, destinations exotic we sailed,
Of dreams magical reveled, of themes our passions made;
Hypnotizing me still, in glance of your glamorous smile,
As I rejoice in tenor of then, remorseful of final goodbyes,
Cherishing melodious sounds, echoing from arc of bygones,
Gleaming our separate horizons, hosting asunder dawns.
Categories:
troughs, life, lost love, love,
Form:
Verse
She lovingly smiles at him each evening
dressed in palest silk, a gossamer gown,
brushed with hints of silverdust shadows.
Her shapely fullness casts a womanly glow
across his surface in ripples of light.
Enthralled by her shimmering beauty,
he waves to her from Baltic blue depths
of his longing and unspoken passion.
Her reflection swims in his crests and troughs
as he cradles the embodiment of her perfection.
Crested fingers rise to fondle her magnificence
but vast distance keeps them too far apart.
Her heart guides the ebbing and flowing
of his tides in their nightly dance, spent romancing.
Fluidly, he waltzes her in rhythm to the shore,
serenaded by a chorus of flickering stars
singing a tune written eons before
Gershwin could dream of Rhapsody in Blue.
Little more could either of them do as
their song wafted in a dolorous lover's lament
known by humans but perceived by few
as a divergent love between two of Earth's forces
whose liaison would be a tragedy for me and you
Categories:
troughs, desire, moon, sea,
Form:
Free verse
I am getting tired of the tidal waves
That bring me to shore,
Spit me out and drag me in once more.
I am tired of the crest dropping
And the trough getting deeper,
While the pain in life gets steeper.
I am not always under,
But I haven’t learned to surf the top.
Arriving at the trough and wondering
When the pain is going to just stop.
I am tired of the drama that sets the waves into motion
And I wish that the voices in my head would stop their commotion.
The crest of the waves are moments,
But the troughs are drawn out loud and long,
The crest might spit positive emotion
While the tough brings a tearful drowning song.
Categories:
troughs, depression,
Form:
Free verse
A candle burns deep, in core of every soul,
A sacred flame, an ethereal halo of intellect,
A guide heavenly, a mystique that educates,
Defying overtures of egotism and pettiness,
A beacon of wisdom beaming rays eternal
On passage to liberty that was always there
Yet, elusive to arrogance and ignorance,
Mired in obscurities and misguided fallacies.
Soul never rests, sailing vast oceans of life,
Whether upon apex or troughs of tides
Vying shores spiritual, buoying endearment,
Inviting apathy and hubris to temple of solace
Delivering words of sermon compassionate,
Teaching of awakening and enlightenment,
Liberating from beliefs narrowly defined
Toward empathy, enriching hearts, and minds,
Transcending to rebirth of happiness divine,
In harmony with salvation, an epic realization,
An epiphany heard through angelic citations
Emanating from influences beyond transitory,
Forever missives of attainment and peace,
Embracing serenity of solitude, clarity of being,
Achieving bliss of cohesion and congruity,
Set free beyond bounds of mundane, ordinary,
Attaining divinity in realm of humanity.
Categories:
troughs, inspirational, peace, spiritual, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
An odyssey through hurdles, yet a blessing it is to dwell on earth,
Aiming for destination beloved, chasing sweet dreams of mirth,
Through successes and failures, amid joys and woes, since birth,
Life can be hurricanes and storms, but living it justifies its worth.
Sometimes life beams with hope, sometimes despairs in throes,
Navigating peaks and troughs, undulating with highs and lows,
Yet, unyielding to reign of angst, life rejects doldrums of sorrow,
Aspiring boldly to sunny horizons, hosting endeavors of morrow.
Life, a realm of virtues divine, resounding endearment of love,
A benediction, an endowment, a gift from the heavens above;
Its paradigms and precepts reverberate from temple of soul,
Echoing sapience of enlightenment, teachings paramount toll.
On strength of sheer endurance, aspirations of dreamers soar,
Flexing willpower of ambitions, resolutely they bring to fore,
As life rewards strenuous efforts, striving for its worthy goal,
Fulfilling purpose of tomorrow, triumphs of achievers extol.
Life toddles, stumbles and falls, enduring as it learns to walk,
It stutters, it babbles thoughts, yet persists as it learns to talk,
Cognizant over time, sorting good from bad, right from wrong,
Obeying tenets of morals and values, guiding humanity lifelong.
Categories:
troughs, life,
Form:
Rhyme
"Words are only painted fire; a look is the fire itself."
(from: A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, by Mark Twain)
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Should old romantic souls bind their hearts with chains of cynicism?
Should waves of hope and troughs of disappointment
be banished as though an ocean of beating hearts no longer exists?
We are but fading sunlight, common shades of gray.
Convicted of this inescapable reality are we sentenced to forsake pleasurable thoughts which stir pleasurable memories?
Should desire be a vapor we are not allowed to grasp?
Fires still smolder in old minds though touch is desensitized by scars, years, age and distance,
but a heart is forever young.
We may never see the pictures in our minds, but shall we refuse to surrender our visions? At least until death closes the door?
Let us always stare boldly into the fire although we know
passion's flame may blind us.
What else can we do
when words fall in love?
Categories:
troughs, age, romance,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Flowers of snow float from high,
Breaking that summer heat drought.
Each floral flake falling from a beautiful glory,
Enveloping the ground all about
The slopes, peaks and troughs, the valleys of green,
Covered with love from the sky,
Leaving animals, birds and trees in a placid pure peace,
And hidden by a clear dust of why
In this beautiful now, nature hears with an ear,
A sensitive quiet ear to restore,
All that’s been in every season leading till now,
All that’s been there before
This beautiful clean purge of the life in the hills,
The natural ebb with a flow,
Purifies all that nature can be,
Perfecting itself with some snow.
Categories:
troughs, beauty, death, earth, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
I believe I do, in it all:
The story of a Manger in a Barn;
Where Mary and Joseph had laid
Jesus was here, in this barn
He laid in that manger and played.
I believe, He's the Son of Man;
An immaculate conception
Told by the Spirit of God
As He came to visit, Mary,
Throughout the night.
The Redeemer, a Savior;
For humanity's fighting plight
It's foretold that He would come
For the creation of life that needed saving.
They came to see the maiden of the barn;
Animals of all kinds of breeds
Feeding, watering from the troughs
They're all lying around everywhere
Waiting for the birth of a King, do not despair.
Coming from faraway places, they do come;
The animals had no doubts about the case
For Mary was about to give birth on this day
For humanity's salvation will soon be paid.
When the Angels started Singing;
As trumpets bellow in the background
Setting a stage for a grand entrance
Of a King that was about to be.
Then, the Shepherds came walking through
With good tidings, do they bring
Three Wisemen following a bright Star in the Sky
Finally, Jesus Christ was born
Under That Bright Shining Star!
Categories:
troughs, birth, christian, christmas, god,
Form:
Prose
Nascent pristine hopes sprout stealthily
from the submerged swamps of anxieties,
parched earth frets over consequences
to fuel naive hopes into realities of void
burdened with the clutter of aged promises,
fervent wind denies hope to flourish
effervescence of faith sustains the sapling.
I shiver at my failed encounters,
lost desires from broken promises;
you radiate truth with a divine Aurora
calming my perturbed oceans of scars,
soothing whispers dissolving delusions.
Your promise of a love that lasts forever
blooms with my infant hope born yet again
in my ancient orchard of disappointments,
perhaps hope is an everlasting promise too.
When my hallucinations overtake my existence
you bridge my fantasies with visible world
and fuse my bliss with your intuition.
Unfulfilled promises, superfluous allegations
in a world where none volunteers to be a promise.
You erase my hazy visions of torn pages
and color them with your dripping love.
Two parallel waves in unison moving forth
rising with crests and falling with troughs
merging in the tranquility of a shore afar
next to the ocean enchanted by seagulls
guiding my lost spirit in storms with your light.
My hopes have grown into a lush fir tree
swaying with your glistening smiles.
You become my universe peeking into imaginations
of my stories, melodies, musings at nights;
and when I return to reality you wait
with my sublime corner by your side,
my book of musings flourishes by your essence.
Perhaps humans should keep their promises,
I believe theirs too get fulfilled someday.
I smile every time the fir tree drenches me
dissolving the fragrance of musk-soaked love
in raindrops and snowflakes of your promise--
To be the love that retains the existence of
everlasting hope in this world-- your promise..
May 28, 2020
The Promise Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Winner: First Place
BRIAN'S CHOICE Z,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Winner: Honorable Mention
Categories:
troughs, love,
Form:
Free verse
Islands
Islands are – it seems – so many of us.
Worlds apart – alone – in the seas of life.
Joined at the hip – by an adversarial universe.
Amputated from a living solar system
by the master surgeons – insecurity, self doubt,
criticism, negativity, skewed points of view.
Tear tempests rage from within us.
Tsunamis, tearing up any traces of,
the mighty oaks we may have been.
Islands - are we ?, many lost in the sea of,
humanity all around, if, but we could see.
Drifting on crests of gigantic waves.
Cradled within the troughs of ocean’s anger,
being tossed towards the brink of humanity,
on a journey that is carrying us through eternity.
Deserted islands we have become – by choice ?
Ships that pass throughout our nights,
disembarking bodies – life boats to the shore,
these islands, secluded, to explore,
so many constipations lay within,
islands in the seas of humanity.
Islands of lost, empty souls,
islands floating – Sargasso Sea,
islands adrift – apart.
Brilliant, stands that joyous orb,
screaming down upon us all – happiness –
on beams of dancing – feet,
gliding, rhythmically, across us desolate islands,
trying to part lightness into our days,
some days ?, many ?,
it can not dissipate the haunting shadows,
shadows that shroud, darken our life’s experiences.
Good days – some – eclipsed by essence of our realities.
B. J. “A” 2
February 22nd 2008
Categories:
troughs, introspection, universe,
Form:
Free verse
Written: March 3rd, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Quote" There is a moon inside every human being. Learn to be companions with it". By Rumi
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If I could I would fetch you
the moon on a spoon,
A silver ladle cradling
that celestial charm,
reflecting dreams woven in its light,
a beacon of hope,
glowing in the night sky.
With every dip,
I would capture stardust wonder,
sprinkling inspirations
across your path,
gently lowering the
heavens to your reach
to illuminate the beauty
within your grasp.
This spoon, an extension
of my heart's desire,
would gift you galaxies
beyond mere sight.
Each scoop a promise
of infinite possibilities,
for you are worthy
of such ethereal gifts.
If I could, I would fetch you
the moon on a spoon,
wished upon a distant star,
an angel longing as my plaything.
A paper lantern floating
akin to a balloon,
a magic wand in hand,
I would blow bubbles into fine glass jars,
sending them around the world
to shed a path of divine light.
Thinking of sweet ideas,
inspired by our celestial planet.
She took a spoon in a flurry
to dip in Milky Way cornets in a hurry,
Fetching her angel the moon,
solid and proud.
emotions weak but potions strong,
a dauber with dungarees smeared
from paraffin slopes, they trampled.
With poise unseen by iron-hooved men,
dreams floated high above
troughs and sparred skies.
Categories:
troughs, angel, moon,
Form:
Free verse
We were first introduced at the prime age of 5
at a time when my interest was soon multiplied
and every addition to my knowledge of your ways
made it exponentially clear this was not just a phase
and any attempt to divide up my focus
or subtract my attention with daft hocus pocus
was an infinite waste of time far better spent
of that I am sure of, 100 percent
for what else could equal your clear clever style
which I can always work out though it may take a while
we've had peaks and had troughs in our journey since then
but each year my love grows by the power of n.
Categories:
troughs, math,
Form:
Rhyme
the past recedes and what
was once a tsunami
of energy, exaltation and intent
or a depression of sadness and despair
play out into waves and troughs
of remembrance,
to ripples of recognition,
to a becalmed sea.
So too,
your resolve to remember always,
that awesome victory,
or deathly loss,
dampens down,
to the day you find that
you haven't thought of it
for years,
and now the details are
caricatures and cartoons that
you feel guilty and petty
for even mentioning.
Categories:
troughs, introspection
Form:
Free verse
I am teetering at the brim of progress
The self I spend to be of worth
Is the same self that I had to earn
And to what end?
I ask,
At what fee?
The ones that stand down do so for free
And all that’s left is work for me
(Fr ,
PdV)
I hauled up, masochistic Sisyphus
All they did was balk
Scatter, Jack and Jill
Emptily talk
About how hard, how far
Never
I could not
And then for an instant I was on top
[King parenthetical]
They stood with their calculators
Screaming
But negative RTlnKeq ???
Kb T times ln W ???
Enthalpy minus T entropy,
Gives us the standard energy ???
I saw the people finally sap
It was halfway forward to halfway back
I felt something snap
And I fell unfathomably far
To a different bottom
A different problem
I stood intermediate at the foot of the unknown
Before a taller peak to dethrone
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Note: Gibbs Free Energy (delta G) is a thermodynamic parameter used to describe reactions and stability in chemistry. It is common to see a diagram of delta G vs. reaction progress. These free energy diagrams consist of continuous curves with peaks and troughs. The lower the energy, the more stable.
Unfortunately you have to have significant background knowledge in chemistry to understand every reference.
Categories:
troughs, change, dedication, journey, life,
Form:
Rhyme
To steal Moon's glow in troughs beneath my feet
as earth recedes and clouds embrace my flight;
a weightlessness and joy become my meat
and angels reach to set the stars alight.
Up here in space one feels
a brother to the wind,
and rides his coattails high
beyond the brightest star.
I rise to sit alone in God's deep lap
and reach to gather stars as I pass by.
I long to plant a kiss on Moon's stiff brow;
to steal Moon's glow in troughs beneath my feet.
Categories:
troughs, earth, flying, moon, sky,
Form:
Free verse