Best Withdrawn Poems
I have withdrawn from grim and gloomy feelings.
I have no time for wistful faces that plague the day
with melancholy conversation and life-sucking sadness.
The drama too much to digest and too trivial to express.
The shroud of depression envelopes the soul
spiraling it toward the depths of psychosis.
Discard delusions of undignified and unfounded discontent.
Instead, I seek cheerful gladness and joyful vibes.
I invest my time with gregarious and social aspects
of amiable discourse and exuberant life-serving happiness.
The manzai of life situations is peculiar funniness.
The revealing mirthful banter opens the psyche
whirling it toward heights of responsible normalcy.
Embrace each moment as though it is the last – it could be.
Have withdrawn my poem
For it was not like me,
Or who I want to be.
There's only so much air, what happens when it's gone?
Will we challenge our neighbours to a game of Mahjong?
How about an arm wrestle
Or a challenge skipping pebbles
That's weird, methinks my braino has just withdrawn
Why can't I hate you,
Like I hate myself?
Why can't I break you?
It didn't even make you flinch,
When you tore my heart into pieces,
Like it was nothing.
Why don't I deserve your love?
Am I not worthy?
How can you sleep at night,
Knowing I am somewhere, lying alone,
Shaking from withdrawals?
I am an addict and you have cut me off...
Form:
Of late, I find I have withdrawn;
my circle’s smaller now.
The more I see as I look on,
the more I disavow.
Engaging with the world beyond,
the cost seems ever steep,
while here, the waters in my pond
are infintely deep.
For I’m content to spend a day
just hiking in the vale;
God’s handiwork is on display,
and on the grandest scale.
The news grows ever more absurd;
there’s not much joy to see.
So when I need to hear a word,
His scriptures beckon me.
And when I want to get a hug,
I go to see the grands:
their love, infectious, like a bug
that swells up all your glands.
The world’s in need of much good news;
as time goes, all the more,
but mission now seems curtailed to
the local grocery store.
Because this weighs upon my heart,
I know I’m not yet done;
I trust that He’ll reveal my part
in work He has begun.
So cold and withdrawn,
A way to preserve,
From misery and pain
No man could deserve.
Her beauty with charm,
Shed light on a crack,
With love and persistance
Her way of attack.
A good year of company,
A long year of friendship,
A bond now has formed,
No force to break or to bend it.
Yet comes one fatal day,
Her mind how its changed,
Now with pain and with misery
Is this man now deranged.
For so long a heart can bleed,
All battered and torn,
Now this day again,
So cold and withdrawn.
Soul, slow down your flight
A kindred soul dare to delight
In your tryst when you hold her tight
Savouring every breath, every moment
Shunting aside pain and torment
Shutting out a callous comment
When your priorities say yes
Bless contours on tours that grace
The face so graceful it needs no stress
To pour plenty of luscious love
On affable aphrodites appointed from above
Lots of love given beyond a wondrous wave
That craves for evocative elevation
With or without any standing ovation
Granted without any egregious enervation
Brought about in season of penury
In love, in warmth, in sapphire and topaz jewellery
In deals and seals savoured this century
Bankrolled by synergy straws
Punctuated by gregarious guffaws
Whose music mellows jaws
Silenced and suppressed in studios
Whose walls muffle audios
In preference for videos
Flowing and blowing in a rapid motion
In sections and bisections in a mission
Whose prime impression slays depression
Letting loose emotions in a moose, a goose
Navigating limpid waters near the sluice
So limpid and liquid it lets joy juice
Caress and address the pleasure
Lovers lift from sorrow in the right measure
That promotes votes for the erasure
Of memories of salaries
Posted and costed late in lapidaries
Exploited to a vacuum in aviaries
Where white doves fly
In unison to ply
Their trade that laughs at a lie
Spread at high speed
An innocent self concept to weep
Long and hard when sorrow strikes a deep
Blow at the core of a halo
Separated from Pablo
In a motion so slow
It tethers tweets
Posted alongside sweets
From minds so endowed with wits
They cause a frown to fret
It saves a regret
For an open secret
That the grapevine derides
Stressing illusionist divides
From society get no free rides
As you wake up
Shove away the cup
Deserving no sup
In your college
In your village
In the privilege
You feel extended
Over and above a libation blended
By brewers you'd suspended
To usher in an era filled with amity
Blended with a daily dose of sublimity
To ascertain no more calamity
Rears its ugly face
In full or in a trace
As you withdraw for good from any rat race.
Hopeful Sea
I have a friend
She seems withdrawn
Our wistful chat before the dawn
Reveals the truth
The news is grim
It isn't me she loves but him
The shroud of night
Reveals the day
And as my feelings drift away
My heart resists
The dawn's concession
Hopeful sea drowns night depression
Still gloomy truth
Like storms may shudder
With sails revoked, hold fast the rudder
Adventure wanes
As journey's folly
Dashed on rocks of melancholy
31st May 2023
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There's only so much air, what happens when it's gone
Will we challenge our neighbours to a game of Mahjong
How about an arm wrestle
Or a challenge skipping pebbles
That's weird, methinks my braino has just withdrawn
Taken from the world, thrown into the void.
Gasping for air. The bitter sweet release.
A formidable foe. Gnawing at the bone.
Calm, cool and collected. Reverse back into it.
Back where it’s not wanted, relinquish.
Repentant for past wrongs.
Finally able to do something right.
One Sunday evening I went to a Sandy beach I found a little German shepherd puppy. which was tied to a branch of a beech. No one was near the black and tan guppy
Made a continuous low whine after an hour Had a pair of wistful eyes and scowling face Became withdrawn after his boss had gone outer.
Certainly his face looked like a grim case
He was in a deep melancholy mood. His face was shrouded in agony. And he was in a state of depression too For him it was a day of gloomy and irony
Finally, I helped him whole heartedly. Had he shown his feelings for me? Untied the knot and released him guardedly. He followed me like a little lamb in glee.
It's cozy in empty space
I can move
Without taking ownership
I let the observer bounce and bobble
Instead to battling
Over the right to speak
Its just me
In a black hole
In empty space
The world seems so clear
Just a watery planet
Punctuated with terrain
I forgot
Those things learned in school
I'm a helium balloon
With nowhere to go
The pangs of justice
Have drained from my floor
All the terror and death
Privilege and excuse
Those upright brigades
Of citizenship
To this- I'm scratching my ear
Over here-
I have all the energy I need
Its easier just to be
They say space is lonely
They haven't seen
White petals
Ringing the birth of galaxies
A while back
An old maid
Came to vacuum
The cosmic dust
Said it was untidy
I smiled
As she shuffled her stubby little feet
Some blueprints
Will never change
Is love of only things in reflection of lives withdraw of happiness?
knowing not if truly recognized in my own conception dare i speak of what verify or
falsify that draw near?
Time come and time passed, i fancy vainly of loves hold.
In all honesty i have been in position to be loved as have been loved yet restless i become.
Nonexistent lay any thought of there unworthiness for this has not the truth of thought.
In all regards i have all the responsibility taken on to none other then myself.
A dreamers dream of love i do weep, in sadness i may never keep.
Is love of only things in reflection of lives withdraw of happiness
or be it unlike any reality ever conceived?
Form:
Severely withdrawn as a doggone lad...
I wanted someone to hear me shout for help
as recently recalled
when yours truly a little barking whelp.
After conversing with Amélie Beth
(yesterday February 26th, 2021)
yes, the same sibling diagnosed
with nodule on her right lung
chatted with said family member.
Her brother (yours truly), could not sleep
last night/early this morning
what would ewe expect
this rambunctious poet do... count sheep?
Okay... wool ye go ahead and lambaste me!?
Ordinarily counting backwards from one hundred
helps trigger rem memorable cycles
(never if ever rarely reaching zero -
cipher, nought, the big goose egg...)
usually does the magic, (albeit cheap trick)
constituting one garden variety supertramp,
who within blink of eyelash nods off to dreamland
succumbing and submerging into subconscious.
More so the latter half
(regarding unsainted) days
of mein kampf
lived more satisfactorily
meaning emotions shared
between yours truly
and family members.
Suddenly important for me
(at approximately 743.999 months
athwart planet Earth)
to finagle acknowledgement
constituting care and concern
regarding welfare of loved ones.
Rather, a necessity to unleash
pent up sentiments activating
"Damn the torpedoes,
full speed ahead!"
An injustice to myself
and deprivation to recipient, i.e. Amélie
(who accidentally, inadvertently,
and unwittingly triggered feelings
of grievousness, ire, joy... )
to act adamant and withhold
for whom the bell tolled
valuable unpleasant turmoil
or heavenly bliss within
mine psychological state
most therapists and/
or self actualized individual
would concur if polled
wisest, loveliest and healthiest
personal choice to share
lest internalized heart wrenching dilemma
compromise palpable mutual
(of Omaha) kith thing catharsis
freeing restrained pent up angst
kinship therapeutic as “Wild Kingdom,”
whereby respective psyche
constituting uber brotherly spirit
doth lyft among soundcloud
shutterflying amidst
imagined lilies of field
engendering region knolled
king dome united, extolled
and linkedin courtesy nirvana.
For every penny I dropped into the well
a tear had followed suit.
The rains fell and the well ran over;
- I’ve nothing left to give you