Best True Self Poems
Oracle
psalmic
on
elysium
winds
&
lustral
polyphonic
chorales
in
amber chronicles
Seven seas
converge
in
stillness
of
arcane
heart
&
sky
empties
its
azure
yearnings
in
wispy
turquoise
of
endless
depths
Tattooed
echoes
of
aureate
verses
&
meet
your
real self
a
mystic
in
red radiance!
Written: January 19, 2023
Brian Strand No 1172 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
It storms, but I'm going on,
The best ever years are gone,
Another milestone's behind,
I keep all its lessons in mind.
When haunted by shades of regret,
I feel imperceptible fret,
They paint me what once could be mine
Then sink in a bottle of wine.
I cannot erase my mistakes,
Undo them whatever it takes,
I wouldn't get back if I could,
Remorse will not do me much good.
I'm living between the extremes,
Preferring one aim to all dreams,
I carved my true self out of ice
That turned into stone by surprise.
It's just a new stage of my youth
And since I discovered my truth
I'll stay sober-blooded and smart
And get only younger at heart.
TRUE SELF
Then silence strikes and the urge to sequence words pushes harder
Pushing me harder to plate out my thoughts for the world to immerse into the original art that I bring before their eyes
I am none other than a true copy of my being
I am proud to present myself with actual uniqueness to the world out there
Uniqueness that unveils my talents.
I am none other than a true descendant of true Africans... Writing skills imparted on me by my ancestors
I present True aspects that urge the enemy to lure in vanity... lure in vanity for their wish for my fall shall never prosper...
Quantity, quality... is there any piece of art to describe the value of life contained in your body... when is it a lot? When is it little?
I separate the body and life for life never ends...it’s the body that ends
Life never ends…it just resides in places where no human eye can see.
Truthfulness to oneself, a quality that lacks in masses but never deviates ...it never deviates in value for you shall never go wrong in being true to yourself… trust in oneself.
My dexterity...my guide to humble beginnings, proceedings and endings
I am none other than a true descendant of exquisite minds...my ancestors
I write not in other form but in spirit...for the spirit know it all.
I write in higher state of mind for these are not my words...I am just a messenger for the departed…those in the land of peace…watching over us
Playing with words is my favourite game...for it gives me a sense of wholeness. It completes me I love me
I come in different forms for great spirits reside in me.
Never feel amazed when you see me sparkling more than the other days for I am diverse.
I have a secret that you share
There's no one else who has a care
We have an understanding that no one can see
Knowing ourselves lets us be free
They hide in shadow a listening sleuth
We look at each other an know the truth
What we have is more than worldly wealth
At last we can be our true self
"Outside of the box"
-- not packaged -- is how I want
to define people.
I am not this body
Look, I am you
Divinity
Step out from your dark shadow
and search to find your true self.
Along your journey you will
gather great wisdom.
>>>>>>-
TRUE SELF
Then silence strikes and the urge to sequence words pushes harder
Pushing me harder to plate out my thoughts for the world to immerse into the original art that I bring before their eyes
I am none other than a true copy of my being
I am proud to present myself with actual uniqueness to the world out there
Uniqueness that unveils my talents.
I am none other than a true descendant of true Africans... Writing skills imparted on me by my ancestors
I present True aspects that urge the enemy to lure in vanity... lure in vanity for their wish for my fall shall never prosper...
Quantity, quality... is there any piece of art to describe the value of life contained in your body... when is it a lot? When is it little?
I separate the body and life for life never ends...it’s the body that ends
Life never ends…it just resides in places where no human eye can see.
Truthfulness to oneself, a quality that lacks in masses but never deviates ...it never deviates in value for you shall never go wrong in being true to yourself… trust in oneself.
My dexterity...my guide to humble beginnings, proceedings and endings
I am none other than a true descendant of exquisite minds...my ancestors
I write not in other form but in spirit...for the spirit know it all.
I write in higher state of mind for these are not my words...I am just a messenger for the departed…those in the land of peace…watching over us
Playing with words is my favourite game...for it gives me a sense of wholeness. It completes me I love me
I come in different forms for great spirits reside in me.
Never feel amazed when you see me sparkling more than the other days for I am diverse.
there exists a twisted twig
formed from distorted dreams
perpetually poking at my mind
and scraping away at my heart
this damned contorted twig
feeds on my stifled screams
of agonies not left behind
still ripping me apart
I set it alight
but it will not burn
I dig a deep hole
but it will not be interred
a small twig with big fight
there's nowhere for me to turn
because this twig is my soul
and this plight must be endured
the sound of all thought
encumbered by self
escapes to freedom
unchained and released
with pranayama
in harmony
each cell listens
still-life poses
in hushed repose
asana
deep waves of
tidal breaths
centered
I am....
found
............................................
For Tahera's Contest "Yoga"
Mother always told me to keep my self-respect, Dad always told me to stay on track, Grandpa always told me to never let anything affect me. But what did I always tell myself? To raise my kids and to keep writing. Im warmhearted but also coldhearted. You can't live up to nobody expectations. I make mistakes. I'm hard-headed sometimes, but I've always been on the same road, & I don't plan on taking a U-turn.
Within the human heart,
Lives humanity’s true self;
restless, yearning and thirsty
for what the world cannot
give willingly
The true self is still hidden
For me it's not too sudden
Still immature to travel alone
And a girl that is not flown
It's a story of fairy with unconscious feeling like dreams
Of becoming an Astronaut and fly like have wings
My faith in world is fading slowly
Like I'm walking towards darkness daily
Yesh it's a story of a fairy
Loving, caring but still scary
I'm breathing heavily
I had seen something that was really deadly
It's all easy for me now
Because I'm used to it anyhow
Yes I'm hurt and asking for what
I'm alone to understand, but you cannot
Sometimes I think is everything a reality
But this is not the clarity
You cannot push your frustration
Neither stay in depression
Still the ending must be happy
And for that I'm always crappy
Though it's just a journey of up's and down's
Let's play it like a game- like mile of rounds
No matter how hard it is to get over
I'll be only your forever
For me it's not too sudden
Because my true self is still hidden
Long human silhouettes at eventide.
Dry lips, coruscating eyes, hungry souls, a lakefront view.
Water shimmering in the diffracted coral beam; upcoming moonlight.
Pair of warm and cold hands.
Cool evening breeze against golden and olive skin.
Fleeting instants after 6 p.m.;
Perfect moments don't last long,
Seconds of solace,
Concealed is the day by azure-colored ripples.
Will they lose themselves too?
Like the lost shadows after sunset.
Immersing in their soul and the night.
The irony of being moonstruck at dusk.
Peace or grief?
A nostalgic dilemma;
Is this what it means to be human?
Being haunted by your sweetest day memory at night.
I am as I’ve always been,
born of stars, of dust, of flame.
The light that lingers past the dark
still knows me by my truest name.
No wound can steal the love I hold,
no loss can dim my spirit’s grace.
I stand through every storm I meet,
bound steady to all time and place.
This body bends, the bones may break,
yet what I am will not dissolve—
an endless reach without an edge,
a breath the stars themselves evolve.
With each step, I am reborn,
in every fall, I rise anew.
No tarnish stains this living soul;
I am the light, whole and true.