Best Undiminished Poems
A teardrop falls deeply—slicing and aching
hurt twisting knots around the deepest fingers
love you from my heart warmest emotions so
in each kiss of your beauty I feel all of you
worth the suffering and pain that happens
gaining rewards in the end—undiminished love
happiness such a precious gift for us forever
the teardrop falls now freely in your honor
it spills warmly and gently in your name love
as grace is my honor to bear this noble sacrifice
with joy and I find you now my sweetest sunshine
with happiness being my one-way ticket to paradise
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (June 9, 2015)
(Verse)
Categories:
undiminished, beauty, emotions, feelings, heart,
Form:
Verse
SONNET FOR BILL
He told me of a driving force within
That urged in every game where he took part
An undiminished thrust to always win
Impelled him then to play with all his heart
Thus images of my own recollection
School player and athlete of high prowess
Yet he recalled one minor sport connection
When I, a duffer shared with him success
Though decades would diverge the lives we’d known
Later meetings were with friendliness and grace
Now in this life’s game a final whistle’s blown
It’s time for him to plan next match or race
In a new great game he enters as beginner
Will he yet take part in full, and be a winner
Categories:
undiminished, death of a friend,
Form:
Sonnet
all aspects of our self
beauteous is each hue
bubbling spontaneously
letting vibrancy renew
undiminished is elation
equal are dark and light
for God is omnipresent
heightening bliss delight
every breath is a miracle
as is rhythmic heartbeat
the vast void conspires
that love may love greet
unfettered like the breeze
soma nectar freely flows
all nodes within come alive
as rapture unbound grows
07-February-2023
Categories:
undiminished, joy, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
On one of the myriad bays
along the Maine coast. Keep the holocaust
at bay I said to Dave because
you’ll spend all day gathering
2,000 calories and still be miserable hungry.
An undiminished population of humans is risible.
Black spruce and balsam fir,
you can eat the inner bark
in a starvation emergency.
There’s plenty of Cornus—bunchberry—
each orange pith around the stone
worth maybe a quarter calorie.
Lots of sarsparilla but the fruits
not out yet and to date I have not
savored one. Let’s see—dandelion
of course and huckleberry but
the most important source of sustenance
would be seaweed.
Learn your mushrooms! for the protein.
Accept the situation
come the apocalypse.
I struggle against my insignificance
but it would be better to struggle
against my ignorance.
Less effortlessness, more fishermanliness.
That’s the lesson of this Maine vacation
there’s a lot you can eat when in need—
the hips of roses and the pips of grasses.
And an endless supply of seaweed—
bladderwrack, dulse, kelp and thin green lettuce.
Categories:
undiminished, fish, fruit, holocaust, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Separate Fate scratching Chance so that it may be secure.
Offerings Pile up, Circumstances of Dismantled monotony and softly licking dance.
Undiminished cheekbones flushed with Hope,
Slide up and Down,
Autoerotic, Hanging me, with vivid--tight nerves, Chaining throat to soul.
As an oddly subtle sound escapes my Lips…
One of those Godly Utterances that a conscious tongue Ignores.
Like An Awakened Coma, screamed, in Paralyzing yearn.
The air is Quiet, lonesome fingers tangled in heat.
An Eye Tilted, A Pierce of Angels, Coiled green and Thick.
Warm hands harvesting Ankles bruised by cold rain only hours before,
It is the Gentlest of comforts and For some reason, Struck hard and deep
into my mind.
“Forever is Easy”
I Say.
As softly, Fevered and Wanton,
He is stuns the Dust of this House into Noise
-thend-
Categories:
undiminished, devotion, life, love, passion,
Form:
Burlesque
Face flush with cold,
She comes, wind laughing at her back
Across our threshold once more,
In moments it is as though she'd never left.
Every room brightens with her Prescence.
She moves here and there in her easy ways,
Dispelling discontents with artless word as drops of oil
Disperse across a still lake
She is fully unconscious of her gifts,
So they radiate from her with undiminished power.
Now, exhausted from relentless work and scholarship
She lies asprawl on her old bed,
Dear old cat cradled in one arm,
Cooing softly in her sleep like a dove,
Just as she did when small,
Eternal yesterdays ago.
What can I do with that,
Save retire to my own room and glow?
Categories:
undiminished, childhood, daughter, family, love,
Form:
Free verse
Each stars relentless splendour charts a
course to keep the path of true love shining
bright.
To bring you ever closer under the velvet
skies of universal moonlight.
Distance shows no mercy.
Longing never subsides.
Absence spreads its cruelty with each turning
tide.
Hanging by a thread of feeling that wings its
way on the word of love.
Undiminished by the passing times fondness
ever stronger there of.......
Categories:
undiminished, love
Form:
Verse
I tell myself I do it for the birds.
They gather together
around flameless fires
feeding on warmth’s memory,
chattering amid the blowing leaves,
feathers puffed against the cold.
Their beauty undimmed by the
stark dark and light of barrenness
their songs no less beautiful
in the echoless emptiness,
their presence – undiminished.
Quietly, I leave a gift,
mixed seed to welcome all
sustenance to those who share
a loneliness in winter,
a scarcity of caring
the fading heat of flameless fires.
I tell myself I do it for the birds.
10/18/2015
submitted to – For the Birds – poetry contest
sponsor – Anthony Slausen
Categories:
undiminished, allegory, poverty, winter,
Form:
Free verse
Fighting Sorrow
When the stars refuse to glow;
And the moon turns off her light.
That is when I'll know;
You are forever from my sight.
When the sun no longer rises;
And the winds of time stands still.
There will be no surprises;
Nothing more will I feel.
When all the waters run backwards;
And birds choose not to fly.
I will accept that I am shattered;
And will lay me down to die.
Until that day arrives;
I simply will not succumb.
Like the Phoenix I will rise;
For I shall overcome.
If today must be a battle;
Then a warrior I shall be.
Nothing's won for the idle;
I carry perseverance and dignity.
When this day be finished;
And I reflect the challenged scores.
My love will be undiminished.
Your memory the source.
~ Darlene Doll Smith
Dedicated to my mother, Etta Maye Martin Harris on this Mother's Day
Categories:
undiminished, death, depression, love, memory,
Form:
Classicism
Words are good as fairy tale!
They can never be for sale.
A depiction of real knowledge,
Key for a sweetest prestige
Steal it but you cannot!
Stains of plagiarism is so much of blot
Buy it for dollars with two eyes closed.
You’ll not go to have it for your pose.
Takes hours for an art to be finished,
Wisdom is truly undiminished.
Blood is refreshingly thirsted,
Hidden words aren't really filthy worsted
I say it’s not for sale!
This is not a story of same told tale.
You can force me but still you can’t!
These are poems that amazingly chant.
Categories:
undiminished, poems, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Your beauty beams with patent rage
Undiminished and unharmed with age
Like the primrose of the spring
You are the jewel that sunshine brings
Your kindness is without compare
Unprejudiced and unimpaired
Like the music of a hymn
You are the song that angels sing
Your joy inspires the world to smile
And makes the trials of day worthwhile
Like the rain upon the leaves
You are the water all life needs
Your compassion is unlimited
The purest and most noble gift
Like heroes in the books I read
You are the person I want to be
Categories:
undiminished, family, grandmother, prejudice,
Form:
To tell or not to tell
that is the question.
If it is better
to take up arms
against tycoons
siphoning blood
from pension funds
or to endure
the wrath of numbers
set on arguing:
To thyself be true
two and two is four
without added
000,000,000,000
Santa Claus bonuses!
Ignoramus adding fives
subtracting nines
to cover up crimes.
Shredding numbers
into the trash
hiding cash,
Pulling number
out of the hat.
Three and three is nine?
Poor numbers
bare to the bones
as unequivocal in truth
as in lying
unlimited by culture
undiminished by time
universal and immortal
can’t be minced
sweetened or doubled
to camouflage a lie.
Ah, if words were like numbers!
Would I be a writer?
First Place Winner in Oliver Mckeithan Contest: The Bard's Birthday-4/28/25
Categories:
undiminished, funny,
Form:
Free verse
I'm alone with the moon tonight!
Truly a divine heavenly body!
A shape-shifting marvel to behold.
As a waxing crescent, dazzlingly radiant
And at her happiest;
So inviting, her beaming smile.
She steals the twilight sky
Generously gemmed with bright stars.
I came out to gaze at the stars
Instead, I fell under the moon's spell
Like a lone wolf seduced.
Oh, how she owns the night!
Her silver globe floats like hope
Overhead, shining ever so brightly.
A sad lonely moon now smiling;
Grateful for my company.
The charcoal sky is littered
With millions of stars,
But she shines the brightest.
Her captivating beauty
Ensorcelling me.
So shy, she never shows humanity
The other side of her face. Oftentimes,
Hiding behind a dark bank of clouds;
Sinking herself towards the horizon,
Yet her charm remains undiminished.
A most sublime rendezvous! She tugs at
My sleeve to stay with her the whole night,
Lest her smile turns to a frown.
Goodnight, beauteous moon.
I won't be a stranger, poor lonely thing.
I'm alone with the moon tonight!
Date written: 08/04/2021
Categories:
undiminished, beauty, loneliness, me, moon,
Form:
Personification
All is not lost
Memories buried in my bosom
Are not yet dead
The plays, fads and foibles
Bubble in my heart
Giving me my precious self and
The chaste child of golden days
School, boys and teachers
Were the part of myself
As much as were the mango tress
And the secretly plucked fruits
The sly slips of the classes
And the clever excuses
Remind me of crafty endurance
Days full of quest and curiosity
Every moment learning new things
Preserving them in ceaseless memory
Bracing unwanted family intrusions
An undiminished soul
Always busy and demanding
A baby with eternal exuberance
Big dreams in the tiny heart
Days full of kites and
Paper-boats in rain-filled yard
Father’s scare and mother’s love
Stress of exams and results
Marching to school with heavy bags
Always eager for the last bell
The days blossomed into youth
Maturity and senility took over
Worries, conflicts and tensions
Replaced the bloom and joy
Desire to retrieve the gone days
Flimsy but soothing burns inside
And the life goes on
Categories:
undiminished, childhood,
Form:
Free verse
Dancing with the shadow boxer
antithesis
of sunshine and gray
tears and tidings
joy moments so rare
they are of priceless value
surged into being with the ringing of a bell or the sounding
of a word
a saga of gladness then sadness,
the noiseless laugh, never to be heard.
Tomorrows and yesteryears are one
in the evenings of the shadow boxer
like a day of inconsistent sun and drizzle,
steam rising from tarred streets
trains leaving images on cement walls as they pass
the moist seasoning of a blessing dried up fast
leaving thirsty ground
on which to watch the images of a mixed dream
fade in and out of light that doesn’t last.
Turning and twisting in the dance
life moves in agile undulation between
sunshine and showers
sunshine and shadows
sunshine and shame
until we conquer fate’s unfriendly current
to an impartial shore
ever grateful for a restful land
where love is undiminished
forever.
7/23/19
'STRAND SELECT L
Brian Strand, Sponsor
Categories:
undiminished, life,
Form:
Free verse