Best Weakens Poems
I relinquish my pen before the storm
of her tears falling upon my bare arm
her gentle whispering breathed in my ear
Muse of mine, adieu to your wit and charm
With piqued reasons I have come to deduce
It's time to say fond farewell to my muse
She should seek a new poet and lay claim
for my words have grown utterly abstruse
Spare me sullen eyes, from cries in refrain
I shall not weep in sadness nor disdain
Bitterness does not become a recluse
My poet's heart weakens, I dare not feign
Time's drawn the shades in darkness of night
No candle flame shall glimmer enough light
in which I may be tempted before morn
to doubt seclusion and attempt to write
Cloistered without pen, I shall ever be
From thinking in rhyme I shall be set free
Poems half written on bits of scrap paper
I shall lock away and then toss the key
My hand has retired, this last poem now penned
No more idyll thoughts of mind will transcend
Bereft of rhymes and abandoned of verse
This poet knows her time has reached an end
Ink no longer flows through my tunneled veins
Expressed emotions in poetry wanes
And when interred, on my stone I shall read,
"Reclusive poet" over my remains
I called to the winds of autumn
As they wrapped up the dying year;
"Oh stay for a moment and tell me
Of answers I need to hear".
Who is the rival of prudence
Who is the merchant of crime
Who closes the eyes of beauty
And steals the hours of time?
Who brings the winter to age
From the springs of the fountain of youth
Who is the companion of sorrow
And destroys the justice of truth?
Who's the apprentice of Satan
The Prince of the Power of Air
Whose appetite is transgression
With more than enough to share?
Who weakens the power of the great
Who slaughters the wisdom of wise
Who brings the honest and gracious
To depths that others despise?
The winds of autumn now answered
With a voice like a phantom call
"It's an evil afflicting so many
Who drown in the drink alcohol."
This is the spell of the devil
Who casts his net from hell
An addiction with power to destroy
Gathering all who are caught in its spell
For his net will gather the unwary
To beguile lost souls with his breath;
This is the destruction of lost dreams
That perish in the arms of death
A soul unites with a vessel. With no preconceived notion of what lies ahead.
A soul, upon arrival is molded by senses, by experiences, by emotions.
A soul is innately adept at navigating the treacherous and tumultuous upheaval
created by conscious thought.
For if not.........
A soul becomes lost
A lost soul acts within a vessel ,yet remains unattached, unaware, and unbalanced
A lost soul can not process its own feelings, its own reality, its own existence
A lost soul has no sense of direction, no sense of reason, no sense of purpose
It clings only to the will to press onward
For if not............
A soul becomes trapped
A trapped soul is bound to its vessel. One entity caged within another.
A trapped soul dwells in circles on that which enslaves it. Unwilling, unable
A trapped soul withers, and weakens, and wonders.............and near its end it hopes
And in this hope the shackles that bind need be unbreakable
For if not..................
A soul becomes free
A free soul is independent of its vessel.Unrestricted, unencumbered and in control
A free soul molds that which lies before it, reaching beyond comprehension.
A free soul has found itself. It does not gain understanding, it is understanding. It
does not seek purpose, it is purpose. I does not fear life, It is life.
For if not...........
A soul becomes irrelevant
There for you
Always my love it shall rest on your shoulders
Even when clouds fill the sky
Holding you tightly for now and forever
Drying each tear you may cry
Keeping you safe as a light in the darkness
Holding your hand as you go
Wearing a smile, helping you to be happy
When any sadness may show
Sharing your dreams as we watch them together
Soothing your every pain
Offered affection to last you eternal
Sheltering you from the rain
Taking the lead to divert any danger
Always your shield I shall be
Standing your cause for that’s all that will matter
Keeping you so close to me
Tying a knot so the thread never weakens
Clenching my grip ever tight
Writing a poem so you will remember
Love is with you every night
Following every word you have spoken
Listening close to your needs
Thinking ahead of the problems you’re facing
Protecting what you do believe
Here is my love that I offer you freely
No matter what we may do
Forever I shall be yours so completely
My promise, to be there for you
Inspired by Darren White’s poem “I sit with you” https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/i_sit_with_you_893340
17. PRAYER FROM WITHIN
Touch my heart where it hurts,
Heal all my emotional wounds and cuts.
Grease my heart with ointment of joy
So potent that no circumstance can destroy.
Touch my soul where it sickens
And my heart where it weakens.
Help me fulfill my purpose in life
And be my power over worldly strife.
Touch my heart where it deadens
And cause me to glorify the Heavens.
Make me your beloved, Dear God
And silence my foes with your mighty sword.
Sweeten my thoughts that had once been sour
That I may smile like a sun flower.
Endorse the re-birth of my destiny,
And protect me from Satan, man’s greatest enemy.
Insomnia? I think not
I'm probably tired. I am tired!
But it does not register to my mind and heart...
These feelings has even caused my sleep to vanish
What i feel.
Is You
Your love weakens me
It's your love that is being transmitted to my heart..
It is as if your love drives an electric current through my heart causing it to light up...
What's keeping me up right now?
it's your love
It does make sense though.
You make me feel alive.
You make me feel...
FEEL .....
feelings that i shouldn't be having.
I love this feeling
No
I hate this feeling
How can one love and hate at the same time.
An impression, lead to an attraction and this attraction lead to affection which further broke down the walls of my precarious heart
"Put up your guard ! "
"Don't allow him in "
"He loves you "
No
" you're just a temporary attraction to him"
My thoughts wrestle with each other..
These opponents are so powerful that there seems to be constant war in my mind
How do i shut it off?
I cant.
I feel for you. I want to tell you that i lo..
That this shouldn't be happening
That i should step back and allow you to fall so deep inlove with that person
But my heart is weak.
My heart wants you.
My heart wants to be touched by you.
My mind brings me back to equilibrium.
Tugging at my heart to open her eyes to reality.
That you and i cannot be
That this world does not hand out happy endings
And that you have to make the best out of this life.
I wish you'd understand that
I wish you'd leave me alone
I wish you'd hold me close and tell me that you love me
I wish you would tell me that what you feel isn't real
So i can be broken and move on thereafter
I wish...
Castle In The Sand
Waves besiege the shore
As crashing long lost lovers--
Lonely lions roar--
Salty cling of sultry air
Glistens as sunlight weakens...
Latte-coloured sand
Reveals waving fiddler crab
The male--his Huge hand--
Tempting females to his lair,
His deep castle in the sand.
~by deborah burch©
5/14/2012
*Note: the fiddler crab
they mate every two weeks...the male stands outside his two-foot deep elaborate burrow in the sand (castle) and waves his very enlarged claw enticing all females who pass by...when one shows interest, she stops for a second or two...stares at him...and he goes in to his castle, comes out and repeats this a few times until she makes up her mind....lol...once he has convinced a female, he seals the door to his castle, and there they stay...well, for a while...lol...db
Closer and closer to the vortex
I spin wildly, madly
So out of control
Body and soul
Clutching at anything and everything
Knowing I’m being suctioned
My breathing quickens
My pulse thickens
My body weakens
The vortex draws me nearer
to its core
Turbulent
Strong
OH... SO...STRONG
It pulls me down
It sucks me in
Going down
Down
Down
I’m being devoured
Swallowed up whole
In the vortex
Of your desire
Your swirling
liquid
fire
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Eileen Manassian
Eileen
I've watched her vanish and dietirate into withering roses.
The pain that takes over her body is spreading fast and furious,
and only weakens her!
How can she bring so much light into a room of darkend souls, with her smile,
When she has only those two weeks to remain?
Why her a mother and new bride?
She doesnt want to miss a thing in her young boys lifes.
But... she already knows how it will be and how it will come.
Six days, six days she had before the death withen her took
one last breath, and she vanished into the atmosphere and left.
Here is part two, thanks for finishing it
Still in his hand his sword a shining
Struck quickly through the tendrils twining
To free his foot with speed a blinding
He fell upon the ground and leapt
beyond the branches' claw
Grabbed from his waist the pouch that kept
his magic ring to draw
So placed around his finger long
The nether world he breached
With power from a heart that's strong
to Lilith's form he reached
That's when he saw her body glowing
the holy light his eyes to showing
The weakness in the branches blowing
For within the tree he saw the face
a mask alive with dread
And swung his sword to strike that place
and sever off its head
Its eerie scream cut through the night
a most unholy sound
And in its haste to join the fight
dropped Lilith to the ground
So through the night the battle staging
As in a dance his war was waging
'gainst evil now his sword was raging
Now evil's strength is in the dark
and weakens with the sun
The trees retreat into the park
soon broke into a run
The stranger leapt into its path
to make it stand and fight
The tree screamed out its mighty wrath
to see the morning light
By light of dawn its spell was breaking
Into the earth its roots were taking
A mortal tree the stranger making
Now death came to the tree that morn'
a triumph over fear
But children heed this tale to warn
that evil's always near
For Lilith and the stranger won
because their hearts were true
Would they have seen the morning sun
if either had been you
So go to bed your faith a keeping
and know that evil out there creeping
won't come to you while you are sleeping
...inspired by 'The Meaning Of Life' by Allen Tate
Breezes blow, the lark sings sweet,
there's magic in the air,
yet a sense of something rumbling.
On the surface we are carefree,
yet beyond there's someone mumbling.
The sacraments we live by are
a solace to our souls and humbling,
yet the grumbling never hesitates
to aggravate, thus crumbling our composure.
A cruel word may damage us,
so, safe in our cocoons we hide.
The everyday's a constant
'til a brief encounter weakens us,
the pain will leave its mark
as we go tumbling to a sense of insecurity,
what price that loose remark?
Written: April 27, 2025, for contest by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Quote: "Your task is not to seek love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it." By Rumi
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When love weakens, a vacuum remains,
A canvas painted with countless shades of gray.
Laughter fades into a quiet pain,
And joy shifts into a foreboding sway.
A world of vibrant colors unfolds before you,
Yet now dull tones steal away a fading dream.
The echo of your presence hits frighteningly true,
A spectral grip, a limitless gleam.
Once filled with laughter, now it's a mournful sigh,
Craving the touch of a once-lovely grace.
My spirit shrinks and begins to softly die,
As darkness stretches across my face.
Yet a spark still flickers amid gloom,
An unknown strength; a will to rise anew.
A phoenix emerges from the grave of doom,
A reborn self, strong, courageous, and true.
Though love may have faded, a lesson shines bright;
To spot the beauty in a tightly clenched shell.
To conquer suffering, I must stand and fight,
Learning to love myself and embrace the tale to tell.
Accept the love that escaped you,
Love is not a feeling, but rather a choice.
Being able to love is even more untrue,
A strong love adorns our lives with rejoice.
Beneath the heavens
An endless garden
The summer sun sneaks
A wink of amorous warmth
Seeks an ardent love
Walking not alone
Humming full of wonder
Critiques, and ponders
Knocking at the door
Of yesterday perfect love.
Crave to release the world
Bound to the pages
Page by page
Another night to drown
In the waves of his
Moonlight blue eyes
Nestle deeply into his soul
Melt and fade away in his arms
Savor honey kiss once again
The Strawberry moon rises
Light cast shadows in darken absence
Smitten with utter stillness
Whilst she weakens giving up to the world
Its myth beneath the heavens
3/26/2020
Miss Muffet was a girl of thirteen, filled with youth's beauty and charm;
And a love of vibrant life zealous, like eager, vivid thunder of blue alarm.
She was a fine student, pert and popular; like the primrose popularity;
Or stars appearing at the designated hour, sparkling like crystal clarity.
Mary Muffet lived in a small town, with loving parents and her siblings,
Who sympathized with her fear of spiders; like colorful, fall misgivings.
Friends flanked their white picket fence, in fall days of glamour, striking;
And wove fanciful tales with flourish, like flowering genesis, so enticing!
Far off family ofttimes visited Fernglen, with its farms, rich with future;
For fishing and other rollicking fun, staying on 'til varicolored, fall rumor.
They lived in the house of quaint beauty, like charming red, berry sun;
Fondly gazing on pearly moon twice daily, the ritual begun on day one.
Songs sunrise to sunset serenaded, on dappled, silent, Sowerby Street;
But, a scorching summer bled scarlet roses, at the red butterfly retreat.
Near neighbors stayed on a first name basis, in unending, plum seasons;
Of days and nights of green nature; like teal surf, which never weakens.
Summer's glory was in the tiny details, like prayer plants, giving praise;
When sun face orchids, wore sunny smiles, in colored fields of noon haze.
And jade baby toes plants were crawling, through hours of soon history;
In honey days of bicolored hibiscus, filled with heady scents of mystery.
Mary attended a church celebration one day, along with her whole family;
And food was served indoors and out, as pink robin sang of gold, happily.
Mary had such fun playing games! There was much laughter and talking.
Then Mary had a craving for cheese, so like shadows, inside went walking.
Once inside, 'Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet, eating her curds and whey;
There came a big spider, who sat down beside her, And frightened Miss Muffet away.'
As Mary screamed and ran, causing a rumpus, she drew a lot of attention;
But, was suddenly embarrassed by her overreaction, like fall's suspension.
Little Miss Muffet was thence more mature, a natural result of getting older,
And fear of spiders was left behind, like summer blossoming, grown bolder.
Love is a blank canvas, a phantasmagoric fantasy,
to pucker up with glossy lips, the subtle soft brush
against the opposite sex, with eye-shades drawn.
Love doesn’t know the body yet, still sizing it up.
It doesn’t know the femininity and masculinity of art.
O Leonardo…O Romeo…Ah Juliet…O Venus!
Love craves the parts that match up, some the same,
others staining the cheeks, straining and draining strength,
magnetic and quaking, erupting and earthshaking.
Love weakens knees, draws attention from the whiteboard,
sharpens the brilliance of the sun, dots the i’s with hearts,
Nearly breaks the blank canvas with its passionate volume.
This canvas sans focal point. Bubblegum pops, primroses
afloat with ribbons and strings, ponytail tugs, pastels and
honeysuckles. Swings way too high - the girl, the guy.