Blur Poems | Examples

Thoughts Blur

I struggle with what happens 
To all the thoughts in my brain 
Quickly moving becoming a blur 
Just one I want to see one plain

Instead they bounce all around 
Like marbles dropped on the floor 
If they would slow down for me 
I’d understand myself a little more 

They won’t slow down even once 
So I can get a good look at them
I’m confused by my own thoughts 
They always make my head swim

If you can fathom what I’m saying 
I’m not worried not many really do 
But those who do or may share it
They know what I’m going through

The Folly of Buzz and Blur

You whirl, you whir, a sparkler with no plan.
A frantic rush, chasing all you think you can.
Each flip is fragile, fleeting, never really sown.
A scatter gun feast, that leaves you all alone.

You blaze as if the world will soon ignite.
Your tiny body burns with furious light.
Your haste is commanding, yet what is it worth?
Without pausing to taste the fleeting mirth?

The garden knows your madness; it makes it clear,
That no blossom trusts your beat to linger near.
You skim, you dart, you never claim the whole.
For your shallow sips can never fill the soul.

A slower hand, will plant, endure and stay,
Learning the patient slow cadence of the day.
For haste will scatter, shatter what was planned,
Quickly yielding the dust you cannot stand.

Why do you not linger longer at what you sip?
Your feet are a blur; your body is a whip.
But, why this panicked, fevered, fleeting chase?
What force is driving you at such a pace?

Can menacing winds command you to not rest?
Or are rivals sneaking in, invading your nest?
You know a steady heart, outlasts a flashing one.
Playing slow and stead get the victory won.

Boundaries blur

When no division remains
and our soul is free from stains,
everything that is beheld,
is within consciousness held.

The pulse of life in space-time,
echoes chords of love’s bliss chime,
wherein as boundaries blur,
dormant nodes begin to stir.

As both subject and object,
magnetism rises unchecked,
held firm at a stillness point,
where light of Self we anoint.

Ascension by cessation
here in body play station,
the way we metamorphose,
gently in blissful repose.

Though ego cravings are shorn,
life as impulsed still flows on,
unfolding in slow motion, 
beheld without commotion.

As both dreamer and dreamed,
bliss strobes are from our heart beamed,
mood and mode celebration,
as our soul’s meditation.

All A Blur

Says without glasses he cannot see.
I said, "... Blinded by my beauty."

Blur

Try to find good in each day
It helps me along my way 
I look around
Trying to see where I'm bound
Hope one day I'll be found
Sometimes not so sure
Life's a blur
Anger in my heart
Won't let it tear me apart
I have to be better than that
Pulling a smile out of my hat
Concentrating not on what's bad
That makes me sad
Sometimes it is hard
Especially if my soul feels jarred
Lost in a world full of hate
Looking for a clean slate
When I'm down
I refuse to drown
Stuck in a thought
Hard fought
Your mind 
I find
Is a rough place to get lost
Pain is usually the cost
Hard to separate 
Love and hate
Fate
Fear leaves you stuck on the same page
Rage
Leads down an empty road
Doubles your load
Step away
Open the door to a new day
Try to smile
It will help after awhile 
Make it your style.

As boundaries blur

Each morn at dawn, we are reborn,
then tendencies come into play,
attachments which are not yet sawn,
within feeble form made of clay.

With ego cravings left behind,
each morn at dawn, we are reborn,
in warmth of heart, loving and kind,
regardless of how life rolls on.

Soul’s the canvas we write upon,
as the radiance of the sun;
each morn at dawn, we are reborn,
assured that soul and God are one.

Perched atop light of God’s moonbeam,
heeding the cosmic horn, love-lorn,
recognising life’s but a dream,
each morn at dawn, we are reborn.

Life is a Blur

    Life is a blur
      It purrs
      It whirrs
    ~ Puts on spurs

Boundaries blur

Getting closer to the source,
without any use of force,
we’re awareness self-aware,
playful with nary a care.

As nodes stir, boundaries blur;
head and heart, with love concur,
blissful presence feels complete,
each breath being a love tweet.

Blur

Love struck/dumb/numb/ deer in headlight look

Musk Hibiscus

      Sugar paper petals rippable Hibiscus
      Musk sap via jungle civet melts to jelly 
      Turkish Delight icing, licked clean fingers
      Rubber soft texture entices tongues joyfully 

    
      Mallow centesimal stripes boiled candy
      Star picket stick pink pigment saccharine
      Temptress in dress derived from deer manly
      Restless gypsy tastebuds buzz within labyrinth 

    
      Gender column calm offers an absconding
      Seductive glands have universal indulgence 
      Elon holds obstinately to his Mars 2030 colony
      Stamen aims telescope towards closer emulsion 


      Satellite dish observation grants mans' wishes
      Expands our command of unimagined planets
      Future mixes musk fusions for either expeditious
      Sows anise seeds for Mars far sighted inhabitants 


      
      

          23rd  January 2023

          Written for Contest: Musk
          Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco

The Unseen Monster

Everything is blur.
I stand up to see
and find a monster.
I try to touch and It moves with me
It's a mirror, oh it's me.

Halloween's White Blur

a white blur wafts into eye’s side view
a playful ghost comes slowly into focus
extra holes in the sheet give his identity away
we all pretend to be scared

In a Blur

the world it spins
in one big blur
a whirl of mass confusion
transports me round and round
for reasons dreams and schemes

caught in its convoluted history 
deep in the funnel of its hurricane
I wish I could extend my arm
reach out to all of them
have them reach in to me

I wish I could provide some comfort
explain the whats and whys
and dare address the hows
but here we are
and there is no one
there is no one but me                    



AP: 3rd place 2022

Submitted on June 15, 2022 to contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND

Posted on June 9, 2022

Featureless Blur

featureless blur

sharp rapier claws
fend a black featureless blur...
death is no lap cat

(haiku)


04/07/2022

Black Cat Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori

Boundaries Blur

There remains no seeking
For erst seeker is no more
Save feeling nectar seeping
Enlivening each in-form pore

Questions arise if we apprise
But what when boundary blurs
Then each life breath a surprise 
As vaporised presence within stirs

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