Best Without End Poems
I Am That I Am…Without End…
Listen, my heart is a soul drum
Beating the spiritual rhythms
Of the sojourning struggle of life—
Pumping pulsating blood inking
The notes of our story—flowing
From the past to the present—banked
In the here and now—waiting to cascade
Into the liberated future;
Yes, like an aged tree trunk, I am rooted
Here—anchored in the fertile soils—
Here, engaged in the struggles of freeing life.
Oh, the scars I bear are many; each being
A keloid memory of where I have been—each
A smooth raised and shadowed spiritual hope
Of where I am going when finished inking here.
Today, I now know that I am a child
Of a once lost race that is now found
And realized; a race destined to be forever free.
Oh, I know that I am a child of the rivers
Of blood—rivers fearlessly flowing free;
You see, I am as the night—pushing aside
The day—claiming my time now to be here, free.
Yesterday is gone and tomorrow may not be;
Thus, today must be the joyous freedom advent.
Therefore, today I claim myself eternally free;
I am as in the beginning: wind, water, fire—
The light! I am all: I am the Word without end!
Categories:
without end, allegory, analogy, black african
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Nations have risen and fallen through the ages.
Even though the mighty oceans that bore them still rages.
Miss Liberty stands above them all.
We're hoping and praying that she won't fall.
There have been others that were great.
But all have fallen and met their fate.
Worlds with plenty from the deep.
But all their sins they've had to reap.
Will God be merciful and let America stand.
Only if we confess our sins and keep His command!
Categories:
without end, devotion, faith, history, inspirational
Form:
Rhyme
Why does my heart go on weeping
Why my eyes bare these tears…
Why must I still feel so lonely?
Even in a crowd..
full of laughter and cheer
Yet.. I still feel so out of place..
and in such despair
Still am in wonder…
For these moments
Within this life-time here
loneliness goes on for years…
Why does my heart go on wondering
Wonder what if ..
this could be..
The moment I have been awaiting for all my life
The one whom fills-up my dreams
Wondering when my time shall come
That my Prince shall ride like the wind
He will come and sweep me off my feet
And dance the dance with me…
Beholding Love without end…
Why yet.. still in my heart
Beholds shadows of such lowliness
and times Emptiness grows..
soon in time.. knowing
my life here shall come to an end
As deep inside my heart awaits
beholding Love awaiting for the Pearly gates
Where there be such Glorious Happiness
Love Forever in Time Showing..
as I will be eternally born-again….
Into Our Heavenly Father’s Glory..
Beholding Jesus Christ
Undying Love without end..
Categories:
without end, inspirational, jesus, journey, life,
Form:
Free verse
There once was a man who talked to the stone
Calming down all its fears of being alone
They spent all his life synchronized into shape
At one point - both realized there was no escape
"I'll turn you into a "Bird", "A Silent Muse"and a "Kiss"
and so many sculptures..." - the artist promised -
"I'll give you myself "... So he used all his talent
Thus carving immortality - "The Column Without End"
Erected in Romania - reminder of his roots
The cycle of life in rhombuses salutes
The Heavens from which Brancusi looks down
At his "Gate", "Silent Table" and his old, native town.
for Brian Strand's Contest: "EVERYMAN'S EKPHRASIS"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Endless_Column
http://www.visual-arts-cork.com/sculpture/constantin-brancusi.htm
http://images.google.com/images?rlz=1T4SNNT_en___US361&q=brancusi&um=1&ie=UTF-8&ei=F5rCS6zENoKmnQewgsH3CQ&sa=X&oi=image_result_group&ct=title&resnum=1&ved=0CB0QsAQwAA
Categories:
without end, art, life, peoplelife,
Form:
Ekphrasis
It was on a day quite ordinary
that the stream of consciousness
bore gifts of green and white
and frozen silver,
where the old ones walked.
For here a boy
about to turn away
broke off his waking reverie
when something, not quite rising
as a memory,
thrust in upon the scene
and bound its peace.
From out of history it came
to all the tumult,
sacrificing time,
its blood not stanched
but flowing still. He climbs
the stockyard fence to watch
the mewling ghosts
hold sway once more, while
just beyond the hill,
the pines are sheltering
the little owls who never sleep--
their wisdom tractable
and flashing from their eyes.
~
Categories:
without end, childhood,
Form:
Free verse
often reminded
reflection from stare appear
scars of fear remain
Categories:
without end, angst, life, soldier, war,
Form:
Haiku
You want them to be as yourself, morally depraved ever reaching
Towards the darkness; to further these covert, self-serving agendas ?
Sprinkling a bit of powdered sugar atop of Phi Beta Kappa's nose; scholastic
Piranhas aspiring to one day don the coveted dictatorial pitch black robes....
A true Pharisee in contemporaries era apart from this circumcision such mockery
Shadow boxing with your own ignorance but you want the world to be just like you ?
Raping hearts stripping souls these harlots chasing ghost their fathers sold
Amid verbalisms golden wagons crossing this new frontier and crossbone bottles
Purchased from her progenies pharmacy at Havard's school of bend to breaks
Subjugatings oppressive dogmatic law ? Refusing to enter Light's temple..
While chaining others these children blinding their eyes barriers aside your
Pagan's pain judicial refrain morally depraved ever reaching ?
...."Martha, I Am the resurrection." *
Categories:
without end, love,
Form:
Without end
In the haunted castle where all is quiet,
There walks a man with a ghostly face.
It is forever changing, a million images;
The nightmares staring back at him in the mirror;
The memories, the dreams never spoken and the wishes never made.
Dressed from head to toe in a cloak of black,
He is a blast from the past
And he is lost to the thoughts that have never been had.
No sound to be heard on the castle grounds,
Except for the wind blowing the cries of all the lost souls.
The ghosts are outside walking from the beyond into the now.
Time has been turned upon its head; a history of bones.
The graveyard is empty, for the bodies have arisen.
This land is his home, but he is without a reason inside his prison.
He does not ask for salvation, because no redemption will be given.
He is without a desire to be loved; he is lost without feelings.
He can never leave the castle grounds,
Because at the edge there exists an invisible barrier
And no exit to be found.
A hundred years have passed on by, since the time of his death.
Some say this was his darkest time,
But they are those still with breath.
With all his might he stands against,
The tide of what was and what still is,
But still he died, still he is here and still he does not live.
Now he haunts his castle alone,
He is without a soulmate; he is without a friend.
He has no hold of his own ill-fated soul,
For he is trapped in the never seen and his life has no end.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
without end, dark, death, gothic, horror,
Form:
My love for him - is a love without end,
My broken heart needs time to mend.
He's found happiness in the arms of another
A true love he will discover.
There is a message I will send
My heart beats true as steel
These feelings are very real.
Though we are now apart
He will remain forever in my heart
Always and forever
Apart or together.
I've tried so hard to win back his love
only to realize
he has broken all ties.
He says he wants to be friends
So friends we will be
Friends him and me.
But my love for him
Will always be
A love without end.
Categories:
without end, lost love, heart, heart,
Form:
My dearest child
My hottest mess
You drive me wild
My source of stress
My mini me
Inside and out
You won’t agree
But I’ve no doubt
It’s truer than true
Opposites attract
But the things you do
The way you act
I see your pain
I struggle too
So much the same
Me and you
You find relief
In many others
You give me grief
But I’m your mother
I know you well
Do you know me
Can you tell
Do you see
We’re just alike
My son and I
A lonely type
We ache, inside
Things are tough
We can’t explain
Good’s not enough
We feel so plain
And so we feen
For other’s praise
But peers are mean
The things they say
If the day, does come
When you see me
As the “okay” mum
I’ve tried, to be
I hope I’m here
To kiss your face
To share a tear
And warm embrace
Categories:
without end, boy, child, how i
Form:
Rhyme
We are but fleeting shadows in this medium of time
Flickering but briefly on eternity's screen,
Fading from memory when we go out.
A specious immortality blesses a few,
Reputations enhanced or traduced in Clio's fickle pages.
The rest are scurrying ants,bent upon their tasks.
Unlike ants,we suffer from delusions of grandeur,
Believing that what we do is meaningful.
We crave meaning as addicts their substances.
Without it,we drown in dejection or do drugs,
Floundering for survival,clinging fast to illusion.
Will we ever learn to go with the flow?
When Death comes knocking for you,
As come He most certainly will,
Will you cringe like a miser in fear,
Hoarding a few moments more?
Or will you throw wide in welcome the door,
Freely abandoning baubles once held dear?
Categories:
without end, death, drug,
Form:
Free verse
All things earthly flowing together having no bounds
Without beginning and without end
Timeless beauty of the sky, reflecting the suns cry
A warm sun gives to the air, a breath which it will wear
Parted sea that gathers above, the heavens then share with love
Gentle air that caresses the rain, into valleys in which they drain
Rich earth that harbors ocean, with waters drenched in potion
Soils consume the perished, and seas that clouds once cherished
Life drinks from the soil, and cleanses the air in spoil
Sweet flora that swallow the air, with much beaut to ever share
As waters are clouded
The skies breath has been soured, and soils turned pungent to the tongue
A fierce sun burns with anger, its last lyric and verse unsung
A man with a stained sleeve gasps for air, as the earth cradles his knees
And there he finds in him, are all of these
Categories:
without end, deathearth, sun,
Form:
our silent euphoric screams
of pure ecstatic delight
involuntarily streams
each day & night
bliss magnetism heightens
vivifying all nodes within
auric field brightens
in divine radiation
eyes clenched and lips pursed
we spasmodically shudder
dance unrehearsed
rapturous wonder
22-October-2020
Categories:
without end, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
permanent bliss
lovers kissing
it is sublime
16-December-2022
Categories:
without end, joy, love, spiritual,
Form:
Than-Bauk
Forever
Beyond this age
Bare moments that wilt
Clues of our ire
Only an accolade
Return our souls
Forever
Categories:
without end, death, faith, hope, life
Form:
Free verse