Conciseness Poems | Examples

Days go by

I watch as the days go by,
I can’t help but wonder why,
why was I the one chosen to live in silent pain, as the days by, they leave me alone in my everlasting pain

every day goes faster than the last slowly eradicating my conciseness,
I gradually go insane more and more every day,
I can’t tell the difference between reality and my reverie anymore,
I can’t tell real from wrong so I indulge in my dreams knowing they take me nowhere in my reality.

the days just keep passing by leaving me alone in the darkness of the night,
I stare at the stars dreaming of a life that differs from mine,
it’s a far-off dream that I know will never become trustworthy but I can’t help but dream,
for my reverie is the only thing keeping me sane, in this horrible little reality.

Distractions

Distractions 
What falsely makes you happy 
Could be your destruction 
Cos there is no paradise in hell 
Most hell feels like heaven nowadays 
So trade your ways with cautiousness 
Let your conciseness be alive 
Their is power in thought 
So picture your life by yourself 
Be the author of your ways 
Be the origin of your movement 
The universe will moves with you 
Only when you are ready to be yourself 
So I chant satisfy my soul oh God 
For I have been wailing 
Yes I have been through ups and down 
I refuse to be where the world thinks 
I should be 
Cos my dreams is not their vision 
My prayers is not their answer 
My life is not their ways 
My sermons are pure 
Yet the world is made  of false hope 
Full of diverse 
Distractions.

Howl Revisted

I.
Written,
Upon a TV snap,
Exquisite implosion, for
Crippled words,
In land of lords, and
Crimson shepherds.
My I, and 
Hands at play.
Now moments are
Me bitter.
To work then, 
This sharp,
A blade to sunlight,
To cut our fat.

      II.
A Howl,
In New York,
Black and white,
By the day's genius,
A fad long past,
With a wish, return.
When I Deep,
Held naked, In rhythm
His shaky, pitch,
Mantras voice,
Erect,
Brilliantly nasty,
Tentacle opean,
Nods to comrades.

      III.
Need beats,
And crazy men,
Gay jew,Buddha alkee,
Agent Lunch,
For we are no better.
Personally,
Been raised by woman,
In there works,
Need wild Intel.
Abstractly man, 
Baby.

     IV.
Arrogantly, Once,
Proclaimed, I was
The beats reincarnate,
Madman's conciseness,
Now, Have to be.

Speculation

Speculation 

What is the best time to die? 
A beautiful summer’s day 
or in the winter when it rains.
There is an untimely satisfaction 
that mourners - if there is any-
will be wet and die of the flu.
Sitting in the antechamber
discussing where we are going.
My plan is clear its Saragossa
where the dream of life continues,
because our conciseness was
a flash of light in the darkness.

Shadow Man Escapes

smashing great performance
flying cats 
exuberance and energy

villain sparkles in a silent mirror
artistic persuasion relishes
gray tone magic

blurry waves of conciseness
partnership precarious as
shadow man escapes

waking not a wink 
snoring deeply
heart beats faster

I Surrender My Soul

I am not afraid of dying or what lies beyond Death.

Some may question why I have no fear,
Until they understand that I am a soul;
Released at the time of my death.
Realizing the truth of this, 
Entrenched my spiritual convictions.
Now that I am older, I accept that
Death is an inevitable certainty.  
Everyone dies, but Jesus spoke of a spiritual
Resurrection, once Death releases us from mortal flesh.

My beliefs will guide me past Death's door, where I'll
Yield to God's love and judgment as a soul.
 
Suppose for a moment, there was no God, 
Our existence, our conciseness, would all be for naught.
Until we accept we are souls, we are spiritually blind;
Look beyond the reality of now; look through the eyes of faith.

(Acrostic)


Mar. 09, 2019

Full of Hope

Hope is the only thing that keeps me alive
Every day I push myself to strive 
Lord thank you, just these two words describe how I’m grateful
My life is full of obstacles and mistakes that’s what makes it intriguing and beautiful
Life sure has not turned out the way I have wished
That is why I must persist
The conciseness of these words is a gift to you from me
Poetry paints the whole world of what I need to say about what my spirit sees
There is more joy in being content 
Life is a work in progress it is not finished yet 
At times we may not get what we want or what we think we need
Patience is a virtue and it makes us take heed
When I think about that my live appears pretty full
Let life happen if it takes its toll 
I will pray for the hearts that don’t have hope until my voice becomes gravelly, and my bones are weary 
I will then rise in a new reality, and singing praises for all eternity

We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope. 
Martin Luther King, Jr.

Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning. 
Albert Einstein

Anything Is Possible

Where did you come from?
Every ancestor you ever had, had to beget with who they begot.
If any link in the chain begot with someone different.
If someone turned left instead of right.
You’d not be here today.
By being here today you won the infinity lotto.
Or
Some say this place we exist in is just one of many.
They say in fact the number of realities existing in parallel is infinite.
Different links in different chains, infinitely so.
It was, therefore, inevitable you’d appear in at least one.
Or
You, your soul, your spirit, your conciseness is eternal.
Moving though different realms of existence for any number of reasons. Maybe you have much to learn before you arrive.
Maybe immortality gets dull and boring.
You live finite packets of reality infinitely with no connection to keep things fresh and interesting.
Or
Maybe something else is going on.
A finite mind can’t know all the infinite makes possible.
Since you can’t know what’s possible, anything is possible!

A Grain of Stardust

from a photo challenge in A Poet's Haven
Out there amidst the glowing stars
She lived a thousand, thousand times
Holds onto memories from each one
She has loved the same man
In each one as their love 
Has never ended and she searches
For him now out there amidst
The glowing stars is the one
She has loved a million times
And here amidst are humble Terra
There are but a few who
Understand the conciseness of a single
Grain of Stardust let alone all 
The memories contained within each one

The Undertaker

The undertaker
A vile cruel man 
He that rots in the depths a foggy abyss 
Chained by the sinful sorrowful
He only slightly emitted into a netherworld
His makings of the undone
His scythe piercing the heart
Of the two people 
I loved most in this world
Sadly I wasn’t invited in this ordeal
I’m sure they were great for the feast
Though for surely not my conciseness was fed 
Either Mentally or Physically
Most definitely he will rebuke the taste
For they are too untainted 
For a vile man such as he
For he is always starving
For the purely unclean

Past, Present, Future

Past haunts the present,
 Past lives in the future.
 It crosses paths with what’s to come,
 Shows its face when you don’t expect.
 Casts its shadow when you think you escaped,
 mistakes felt, feelings lived through.
 Choices uncovered comes back to you,
 No point to run or hide from what’s left,
 It will be beside the secrets you kept.
 It will follow filling the hollow
 spaces and places that mind hides and erases.
 Heart beating rhythm, time won’t forgive them,
 Mistakes, choices and old lost voices,
 Conciseness burning and life keeps on turning

Essence of Love

Loves waves crashes on the shores of my heart. 
Mists cool me from failures scorching  heat.
When you are around the tide rises and changes where my hearts shore start.
Where the end of loves ocean begins and that its depth start to go deep.

I want to awaken to you and know that love now has no end. 
It is only outlined with the failure left in the horizon.
Emotions dance across the water in the same way in which the sea gulls ascend.
As the waters glistens in the sun.

Loves Paradice..

The paradise I speak of is only capable because of you.
It is created through my wantto call you my baby.
I lie down at night and it breaks downmy conciseness view.
Overtaking my nights dreams and my days fantasies daily.

You are my loves paradise in which my heart lives. 
In which it thrives.
In which it wants more. More of you.

Loves tide begins and my hearts limits end.

Paul Easter 1/21

Words That Lack Meaning

Servants of enlightenment, do not confuse thy will of thine eyes. For upon you lies a deceptive malice. Fortitude of thine ears deafens your malicous tone. Longevity in thy words escapes thy logical conciseness. Delude thy dreams on spheres of flaxen gold. For my words lack meaning. Silvery beams of moonlit swirls crescent the mind of the weary guest, for indulgence is rampant. Questionable plees. Run beside me O foreign ground and plot your way of life. Distilled in my mind is the wine of your concepts. Treacherous words form from the froth of conscious indecision, though beautiful are their play. And I wonder is there any meaning to be found? Surely the pen entangels the soul. Delve deep into sheets of pulpified wood. Giving glory to thy hearts of the counseled grace. Spinning spirits of indignation before the helplessness of the blue eyed demon. Rot in your love of foolish scutiny. Foreshadow the absence of thine own meaning.

How Great Thou Art!

High above the clouds, in the sun’s glow
Blue skies above, blue seas below
In-between, lies millions of milky white clouds
Looking like snow heaps, piled up in mounds

Sitting in this iron-bird, flying in the air
The wonders of God, His majesty how fair
Cloud patches billowing, each with its own shape
Some looking so much like the mountain’s cape

Men take in the air, thousands of dead weight
Have we with death, a final date
Can it be that we know, God’s presence is there
Let’s not our conciseness stifle here

O gracious and most mighty God
I bow in awe at your majesty
Each patch of land below
Each piece of cloud above
Speak volumes of your greatness and love
O Lord my God, how great Thou art




My fellow poets, whenever you should happen to be an airplane again, just take a look out 
the window.  Look at the clouds, see how they are formed.  See how they hang in 
suspended air.  Look at the wing of the aircraft, see how it floats in the air without falling, 
then tell me, there is no God and he is not a great God!  I challenge you!

Howl Revisted

I.
Written,
Upon a TV snap,
Exquisite implosion, for
Crippled words,
In land of lords, and
Crimson shepherds.
My I, and 
Hands at play.
Now moments are
Me bitter.
To work then, 
This sharp,
A blade to sunlight,
To cut our fat.

      II.
A Howl,
In New York,
Black and white,
By the day's genius,
A fad long past,
With a wish, return.
When I Deep,
Held naked, In rhythm
His shaky, pitch,
Mantras voice,
Erect,
Brilliantly nasty,
Tentacle opean,
Nods to comrades.

      III.
Need beats,
And crazy men,
Gay jew,Buddha alkee,
Agent Lunch,
For we are no better.
Personally,
Been raised by woman,
In there works,
Need wild Intel.
Abstractly man, 
Baby.

     IV.
Arrogantly, Once,
Proclaimed, I was
The beats reincarnate,
Madman's conciseness,
Now, Have to be.

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