Best Wearing Away Poems
The Past
Our world is beautiful.
It is old, and it is young.
The difference between...
immortality and humanity.
Giants of enormous size, and strength,
titans mentioned, in the great Book.
Unicorns and talking donkeys,
dinosaurs, and a jabberwocky.
Dragons, and even great whales...
used by the hand of the Lord.
Written about, written down...
to be read again and again,
to know the wonders of our yesterday.
Pyramids, massive statues to lesser-thans,
destroyed and disassembled into dust.
Years wearing away what was,
to leave behind only what is,
or what is left,
to tease us,
and appease our sense of adventure,
and our lust for treasure.
Libraries burned to the ground,
or great arts stolen from their rightful places,
taken to hidden rooms,
coveted by shades that can not use them,
or remember why...
they wanted them at all?
We go to school,
and learn what is given to us.
Yet the truth is bleeding out, all around.
It is like water, seeking every level...
from the Arctic Circle,
to the content of Antarctica.
Science and religion attempting to describe...
what can not be explained,
without faith.
Categories:
wearing away, america, angel, bible, christian,
Form:
Free verse
Loitering lonely in a crowd in London
Separate, apart, different from the rest
Because of change of culture and taste
Can’t relate or fit in their world within.
In the whirlpools I gyrate in the middle
Things required to be finished before dates
For the dead and sick sending courtesy calls
Or Greetings for birthdates and weddings.
Sitting depressed or standing in my balcony
On the ground I see the last year’s leaves
The twigs are black and cold is dry & itchy
Think of failures and not of joy or victories.
In between the average sadness and joys
Only thing remains is solitude to enjoy
Of which I don’t see any remedies or cures
Not even bitter pain pills or lenitive lures.
Loneliness wearing away the idle mind
Like a grain of food a hungry ant finds
Hearing the temple-bells I feel to shout
“Hey I am alive, alive in this my lonely rout.
Our birds have flown away for a better lives
We stare at each other no sex drive but survive.
Dt. 10/10/13
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Dr. Ram Mehta
2nd place win
Contest: Faces of Loneliness by Frank H.
Categories:
wearing away, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse
As the clear light rises higher
Illuminating fog
Humidity from Friday's rain.
Thicker down in the bog
Ole hound dog is baying a prey
He yelps for hours today
I don't understand how he sees
Even a squirrel at play
Ole hound dog uses his sense of smell
To get that squirrel treed
Then in the quietness I hear
Another dog answers his plead
The fog quite heavy in low places
The dove's coos vibrate on
There is something unsettling
Maybe not as active in tone
That hound is getting annoying
He needs a little nap
The roosters can hardly be heard
To bridge musical gap
The sound of a hummingbird is brief
As he seeks some flowers
Drink nectar to sate his appetite
Though no hibiscus bower
Hibiscus a delicious meal
Now bees come in burst or waves
To feed from begonias and moss
Their buzz is heard then fades
My hands are hurting as I write
Even with arthritis cream
Which does seem to ease the pain
Freedom only a dream
God grant me the insight to seek
The Great Physician, and not complain
Unlock my heart to the beauty here
And anchored in You remain.
2 Corinthians 4: 16 (NET) Therefore, we do not despair, but even if our physical body is wearing away, our inner person is being renewed day by day.
2 Corinthians 4:14-16
Amplified Bible
14 knowing that He who raised the Lord Jesus will also raise us with Jesus and will present us [along] with you in His presence. 15 For all [these] things are for your sake, so that as [God’s remarkable, undeserved] grace reaches to more and more people it may increase thanksgiving, to the glory of [our great] God.
16 Therefore we do not become discouraged [spiritless, disappointed, or afraid]. Though our outer self is [progressively] wasting away, yet our inner self is being [progressively] renewed day by day.
Written: July 2, 2022
Categories:
wearing away, life,
Form:
Rhyme
She is my life and love and everything I need to know.
She is my strength and health whenever I am sick and slow.
her light sticks to my heart all day long: she shuns my shadow.
Comfort springs from her arms: she is my pleasant pillow.
A lovely lady, so bright, bold and beautiful.
A priceless princess, so cute, cool and colorful.
She is the sweetest song in my mouth, I can’t stop to sing.
She is my dearest dream, a courteous queen for a kind king!
She is an immortal image, a perfect painting… an alluring art.
She is every blessed blood flowing through my humble heart.
She soothes my soul and spirit with her cheerful charms.
She takes me to a wonderful world whenever I’m in her arms.
A darling dame whose sensual smiles rock my ribs.
She tames my heart and head …with her tender tease.
Her fine face and figure takes me to a sensual space;
She has got a pleasant picture that old age can never deface.
She is the smile I need to make me go the extra mile;
the unsinkable ship that can sail me safely on the Nile.
She is my hope whenever it seems my life is wearing away
She is a home-maker with a radiant role to perfectly play.
She is an immortal image, a perfect painting…an alluring art.
She is every blessed blood flowing through my humble heart.
She is a passionate poet, with terrific theme, thrust and tone.
She has got rhymes and rhapsodies that thrill me on my throne!
She is a dazzling damsel: a sweet angel sent from above.
She is the reason I am singing this song of life and love.
She is a trailblazing tale, only a wise man can truly tell;
She is that flawless flower for whom I finally fell!
She is my sun at noon and the shining star in my sky at night.
She is in every picture I see, whenever I look left and right.
She is a sweet story without end because words are not enough...
cool, calm and careful but sometimes she appears to be tough.
She is an immortal image, a perfect painting… an alluring art.
She is every blessed blood flowing through my humble heart.
She is lovely, lively and laudable; faithful and full of fun.
She is every thing I need to know, … ‘Is she the one?’
(c) Adeleke Adeite
Categories:
wearing away, beauty, heart, inspirational, life,
Form:
Rhyme
How do I fix a twisted pipe
It's outer layers have erroded
It's been mended time after time
Blood flows through it, but
It's stagnant at time, I can feel the leaks
As it loses a beat
It's blockage is over powering
I try to numb it but it stings
The sealant is wearing away
So the blood flow is restricted now
It's turns and twist devaur my soul
His name wrecks havoc on my heart
How could someone have physically torn my heart
In half, should I have seen this approaching
A blockage that stopped my airflow
For just a second, but with lasting affects
That damaged a layer of my soul
How can this be fixed, I can't do this anymore
What if next time, it can't be mended
Will my heart stop beating
Categories:
wearing away, absence, break up, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
She is my life and love and everything I need to know.
She is my strength and health whenever I am sick and slow.
She sticks to my heart all day long: she is my sure shadow.
She comforts me all through the night: she is my pleasant pillow.
She is a lovely lady, so bright, bold and beautiful.
She is a priceless princess, so cute, cool and colorful.
She is the sweetest song in my mouth, I can’t stop to sing.
She is my dearest dream, a quiet queen for a kind king!
She is an immortal image, a perfect painting… an alluring art.
She is every blessed blood flowing through my humble heart.
She soothes my soul and spirit with her cheerful charms.
She takes me to a wonderful world whenever I’m in her arms.
She is a darling dame; her sensual smiles rock my ribs.
She tames my heart and head …with her tender tease.
She has got a face and figure that takes me to a sensual space;
She has got a pleasant picture that old age can never erase.
She is the smile I need to make me go the extra mile.
She is the unsinkable ship that can sail me safely on the Nile.
She is my hope and stay whenever it seems my life is wearing away
She is a home-maker; she has got a romantic role to perfectly play.
She is an immortal image, a perfect painting…an alluring art.
She is every blessed blood flowing through my humble heart.
She is a passionate poet, with terrific theme, thrust and tone.
She has got rhymes and rhapsodies that thrill kings on their throne!
She is a dazzling damsel: a sweet angel sent from above.
She is the reason I am singing this song of life and love.
She is a trailblazing tale, only a wise man can truly tell;
She is that beautiful butterfly for whom I finally fell!
She is my sun at noon and the shining star in my sky at night.
She is in every picture I see, whenever I look left and right.
She is a sweet story I can’t exhaust because words are not just enough.
She is cool, calm and careful but sometimes she appears to be tough.
She is an immortal image, a perfect painting … an alluring art.
She is every blessed blood flowing through my humble heart.
She is lovely, lively and laudable; faithful and full of fun.
She is every thing I need to know, I need not ask… ‘Is she the one?’
Categories:
wearing away, girlfriend-boyfriend, inspirational, love, weddinglife,
Form:
Verse
Always prepare for the unexpected!
Just as you want your child to finish school
Outline what you want to accomplish too.
Understand there will be many obstacles.
Rocks can mar the best planned roads.
Next, commit to be kind to yourself.
Every single day brings enough challenges.
Your attitude may become one of your best assets.
Overcome fears by
Forging right through them
Again, remember you are in this for the long haul.
Time and time again, challenges will pop up.
Hone your skills to welcome these interruptions.
Own your part in life’s pilgrimage.
Utilize disappointments in creative ways.
Stay strong when all around you is disintegrating
And you seem like the only one who remains stable.
Never let the naysayers win.
Dreams are to be held and accomplished with sacred resolve.
Mend relationships where you can.
Initiate the peace-making process.
Learn to listen empathically.
Each individual has a gift to offer you.
So gracefully accept what they give.
Be bold in your own heart.
Each tenet of your conviction holds purpose.
Guard the complete structure to form strong visions.
Instead of waffling you will grow more steadfast along the way.
No one is infallible. Be kind to yourself.
Saints have learned to safely tread precarious paths.
With all your strength remain steadfast to your Creator.
Instead of lamenting, practice giving thanks.
Truth has a way of wearing away the most stubborn lies.
Hold it tenderly in your heart and mind.
On those days when your feet ache and
No one seems willing to help you…
Enter into your private space and lay it before Abba Father.
Search your heart and soak your feet.
Thankfully reiterate where you are on your journey.
Each kindness and pain has its place…then
Praise God from whom all blessings flow…
Categories:
wearing away, adventure, faith, journey,
Form:
Acrostic
If you could read my eyes
You could understand
But one thing,
The disease in my heart.
These poems I create daily
Solely for you
And yet my tongue
Hesitates to utter them,
Have made a big sore
Corroding my heart
Every single
Ascending day.
I bless my pen
But curse my heart.
This worldly tradition,
That a man must openly
Spell out
Even if words are
Hot electrically circuited,
It is quite damaging.
Don’t you see tears
Glistering in my eyes?
Tears of a dumb-tied man
Who is totally wrecked
By loving a woman
Who stubbornly
Feigning to notice nothing?
Grab my hand,
Drag me behind you
This valentine day.
Since I am a coward
Who can’t date a woman.
Neither shall I spell out
What is wearing away
My tender heart.
Do me favor and
You will see
How much loyal,
A coward and shy
A man I am,
And who won’t attempt
At any coarse moment
To break away
From this jewelry love
I’m longing for.
I bless my pen
But curse my heart.
As manly heart
It should stand firm
And ignore you.
But you’ve caused misery,
Yes , misery of happiness
As I fail to comprehend
A logical way
Of arraying my spells
Tolerably
In front of you!
Grab my hand,
Drag me behind you
And you will see
How loyal and enslaved
I am
As I’m treading blindly
Behind your every wish
Forever,
Starting with this very
Valentine day.
Categories:
wearing away, cute love, i love
Form:
Romanticism
The road lies ahead,
Clean, spotless- a smooth path.
The Sun shines from above,
penetrating her glasses,
and into her eyes.
The yellow daffodils spreads around,
like a carpet- undisturbed....
And She? She glides through!
The wind roars in her ears,
Her hair, flying wildly behind.
Blonde, with black streaks,
It reaches midway through and stops,
to show her body too lanky.
Her speed increases second by second,
minute by minute.
A scream leaves her mouth....
and erupts into giggles,
a strange voice- indeed!
She feels her hand gliding behind,
ruffling the soft feathers,
feeling the all-new wings,
As white as milk....
She glides ahead,
Gracefully,
Effortlessly,
Elegantly,
and into the glistening Sun.
And so she finds the courage,
to react....to live!
She tastes the air.
Its unusually sweet...
The pristine taste of freedom!
Gasp!
A dark room,
confined within the four walls.
The dirty dishes lie aside,
to be forgotten....
For now, she is ready,
and so is the cage....
The 'Cage of Confinement'
She removes her white paper wings- (her only hope)
To be locked forever inside
accompanied by the sweet bubbles
of childhood....
She walks ahead,
Leaving everything behind
Save for the sweet taste of
'Freedom'
Now slowly wearing away.
And with her, the courage
slowly gnawing away!
Categories:
wearing away, 10th grade, courage, gender,
Form:
Free verse
I am slid into the core of the big white tube.
It will reveal all my moving parts
all the flagging and wheezing organics
that reside in the same apartment block,
share the same airducts and plumbing,
but otherwise hang in semidetached hutches
strung around my walled city.
My neck hurts, the cat scan takes time.
I get to thinking about cats,
how they curl up to rest
in the most unusual places. Cat’s would probably
sleep well in this softly clicking tunnel.
My head needs a pillow, arms akimbo aching.
After ten minutes of thinking in this sterile cylinder
I am an annotated movie of my life,
a surface feature for the paranoia of clinging plants.
I trawl stagnant pools for whale calls
or anything that can sing in my turgid being,
but only a headless language
floats up.
I can only listen to organs stirring; some drool,
some open small gummy gobs and gills.
Dim rheumy senses squint. Pulpy cisterns gurgle,
glands groan under a weight
only a shut-in darkness can weigh.
Transportation hubs and their arteries
continue their tireless gift-wrapped deliveries.
Muscular chemicals continue their Peloton workouts,
but the body as a whole is still wearing away
what it can’t afford to lose.
“All done,”
a disembodied voice declares.
I am conveyed outwards
on the worlds shortest rail track,
leaving parts of my mind behind to clean up stray fears -
remove the litter of mad ponderings.
Results will be days away,
until then black cats in lightless rooms
must find a way to be seen.
Categories:
wearing away, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
There are words beneath
what come out at night
you're fast asleep
but for me the time
is a loud machine....
im afraid to dream
because the things i see that are set up by my own mind...
...well they surely don't comfort me
can you come with me
to an open place with a loud machine?
it's taking up the space
but you give me room to breathe.
I think with the radio on,
im starting to wonder if something is wrong
cant seem to distinguish between every song
all playing at once in a loop that goes on
it's wearing away at my foundation,
but you scare it off.
can you come with me
to that open place
with a loud machine?
its taking up the space
but you give me room to breathe
Categories:
wearing away, angst, anxiety, art, beautiful,
Form:
You know not
O my dear soul
How many fragments I had
Of my whole
When you bade me
Just before the goal
Ages have passed
In the effort to collect
All those fragments
Yet alas!
The more I gather
The more they scatter
They have become infinite
Though I wished
I could merge them
Into a bigger whole
So that I had not to bear
The endless torture
Slowly but surely
In the small pieces
The little drops of pain
Give harder stain
Be your mercy on my heart
And help me divert
The bitterness of every grain
As a whole
And save me
From wearing away
In small drops
You are the only one
Who can reassemble
Them again
For, only you know
How you splited them
I want to have
The whole painful slab
To be dropped on me
As forcefully as you can
Then bury me deep
In my solo grave
Under the slab
And engrave on it
Your name in bold
'The World’s Greatest
Assembler of
The Broken Hearts’
Categories:
wearing away, imagery, loneliness, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
I waited for you,
to be here with me.
My comfort. My life.
My everything.
Forever with you,
that is my place.
I am you; you are me.
We are everything.
You live to die.
I die to live.
Lifelessly laying, limp and light.
Your touch, bringing me to life.
Now old, aged and tired.
I am wearing away.
Watching you grow bigger,
I will never grow that way.
My body weak and frail.
Ruby red, delicate, like fine wine.
Brittle with splits and gashes.
Fallen fragments, I could never feel.
But oh, how I love you.
And I know you love me.
Although our visits are brief,
I'll be here waiting.
Categories:
wearing away, age, care, feelings, love,
Form:
Free verse
This fake smile is wearing away,
These happy feelings are beginning to stray
“Stay strong,” is all I’ve been told,
But it’s just not that simple after I lost someone
I rarely got to hold.
This heart of mine is giving way and
Too many emotions are being held at bay;
Please, come back Dad, there’s so many things that
I never got to say.
Thoughts of you constantly drip into my mind
And everyone’s telling me to move on, like it’s easy
To leave your Daddy behind!
It breaks my heart knowing I’ll never hear
“I love you Tristy” be spoken by you again
I can’t accept reality, please Dad,
This can’t be the end
Categories:
wearing away, dad, death, depression,
Form:
Free verse
People fed you with enough
Lies already, and now I think they’ve
Enlightened you on my the traits.
Although some of them are true,
Some just hurt and break me like shards of glass,
Entirely because you’ve not bothered sharing it with me.
Dim, my feelings seem, nay, have been after that
Ordeal since I’m now the
New laughing-stock of
Town, and my heart is heavy.
Judge me not if I walk away, because you won’t
Understand why I’m
Doing this. It’s because I’ve seen the
Guilt in you wearing away since how I
Extolled you having the most gentle heart was all a waste.
Moving on would seem too genuine to suite your
Expectations but that’s basically what I’m doing.
Categories:
wearing away, dark, emotions, feelings, heartbroken,
Form:
Free verse