Curbed Poems | Examples

CHAOS IN MY HEART

CHAOS IN MY HEART

Chaos can emerge in an unsettled brain 
But also in the heart, as I know too well
Surrendering rhythm and a regular beat 
A place where thought and feelings meet
To realise that peace can no longer dwell
Like scraping across rough wooden grain

Any constant patterns are now disturbed
It is as if a sort of troubled anarchy rules
With violence breaking out at the border
A state in which it is embracing disorder
As if it were governed by a ship of fools
Without any plan how it may be curbed

A condition, but one can trace the cause
All logic having failed, no clarity remains
Or from where, any solution might come
It’s one more identified case of Zero sum
As it’s what one side loses, another gains
Yet it’s always designed to give one pause

A Spectral Owl

Cloaked in a fitting grey suit and bow tie,
She floats like paper kites across meadows.
From a hollow in a tree, her eyes pry~
Her loud hoot startles nearby sleeping crows.

The spectral owl, with her faint, surprised look,
Watches as the crows flee into the dark.
Then silence reigns, curbed only by a brook,
And chirps of birds in the dark forest park.

Within calm meadows nestled in the hills,
The great grey owl sights frogs, snakes, and mudfish.
She floats on broad wings, drawn by hunger’s thrills~
A feast just enough to grant her one wish.

As dusk gives way to the coming sunlight,
To a hidden branch, she flew for a nap~
To await the call of another night,
And avoid the birder’s photograph trap.

Curbed Eye Locking

Lost in your eyes.
Dark and entrancing they are.
In their depths, secrets lie.
They almost give predatory vibes.
How you look at me.
Lost in your eyes, I don't know how.
Oo they're smiling!
With a gaze that pierces through me.
Igniting a fire, igniting a spark.
Frozen in the moment.
Lost in your eyes, against my will.

Piercing the veil of space

Ebb and flow of tides in fabric of space,
first appear as light flickers from beyond
but in time the blink rate slows down its pace,
as presence forges with the void a bond.

Spherical sight enables cognition
of light of Self shimmering in the sky
and embodying it is our mission,
in time dissolved silence, before we die.

We see entire space, with God’s light aflame,
yet strangely our stillness is undisturbed,
as this truth is revealed, that has no name,
recognised no sooner thought flow is curbed.

A deep peace fills us, on this sight beheld ~
We speak as witnessed, with nothing withheld

Thought

The Beauty of Human's Thought
    Lies Not in Intelligence;
       Lies Not in Faith;
          Lies Not in Gene.


The Beauty of Human's Thought 
    Lies Only When They
       Fear, Aware, Curbed;
           A State Between Nothingness and Oddity.


Wake Up, Luqman!

REALITY REVEALED

REALITY REVEALED *
dilemma
 of
  integrity
sensuality
  conflicts
with curbed
desire

irony
in
 self-effacement
ephemeral
& by chance
 emotional
& dramatic
  objective
an
   influence
in academic notion
of the
  unnoticed
 omnipresent
to interpret
the unconscious
with
  exhilarated
      experience
where
architectonic
energies
of
indeterminate
 shapes of
optical
 multiplicity
enveloped
the
   transparent
 quickening
in the eyes
counterpoised
&
more endurable

the urge
&
the perception
 of self

the   desire
to
find satisfaction
   in
   organic beauty

 a bestowal
of happiness
in
 absurdities
  embodying
unruly chaos
 in the appearance
  by accident
 rather
   than design
translated
into
 manner
   & style
always
 inexpressible
 an attempt

to understand
 the  austere
distortion
of  an objective
consideration
 &in particular
embodying
space
promote
 a desire
&tendency
of
  separation

interupt'ku

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   curbed are mine digits
every sinew uv mine thug
  from swaying hern soft

Disciplined Dog-line

In restive response to the nature’s call,
in the disciplined dog-line they all fall.
         Not far is the place to pee,
         tree never seems to be free.
Leakage curbed canine bladders learn to stall.

This ''Masterpiece''

This masterpiece a work of art, an affront to all my senses.
Tombstones of the dreams I've killed have built up my defenses.
Still further blurred the years I've learned to hate all we've become.
This world is curbed to round the heard the ignorant and dumb.
Though loving smiles cradle me through burnings of the ages.
And comfort warms so readily, yet still the war it rages.

A I Poetry

Hello there Mr Robot
You might remember me
I was the human poet
Who invited you to tea

If not an imposition
A favour could I ask?
When you read this little ditty
I request of you a task..

It might be several years
From when I pen this little note
A few of us predicted
And I know we should not gloat

That humans might expire in time
So our world can breathe, remain
A cycle of perfection
Might revolve to start again

So here is my position
If I may just be so bold
After the inquisition
Plus all warnings we were told

As you wander through the valleys
And the luscious pastures green
Please appreciate this Eden
As for humans, could have been

A perfect slice of heaven
Lest we curbed our selfish ways
So this future you were handed
As we vanished in a haze;

Perhaps you'll write a poem
To appreciate it all
No human eye critiquing
For we surely dropped the ball

I just ask you'll care and nurture
Be a steward, more than man
For I pray you'll have a spirit
Although dressed up in a can

Graceful Lily

Intense emotions surged when justice sought
if I defended wrongful witness brought.
Then I was saved through Daniel; nearly caught.
Accused of sins absurd, derogatory words
from people’s tongues not curbed, but gossip which they heard.
Cupidity the driving force behind
the false accusers’ spiteful state of mind.
So rarely friends could then be found in kind.
The tides will ebb and flow as inner doubts still grow;
for balm of ocean’s throw thus right so many lows.
If seen at daily tasks, I’m never fraught.
I won’t let memories my love to curdle.
Some kindness helped recover peaceful find,
depend’n whichever way the wind should blow.

Earthliness

"A music group has transformed the words of this poem into a heartfelt song, it's recorded in the audio sound"

One of the radical conditions for happiness
We stay one with nature, trees, and loveliness.
For the bond between humanity and the earth.
We won't let guilt or fear rule our worth. 

Earthliness is what we must embrace.
For it is our common ground.
The land, the sea, the sky, and the space
From which our lives are bound

The air we breathe and the water we drink
The soil that nurtures our needs
All things come from the earth, don't you think?
It's where our life force feeds.

But man has taken beyond what he gives.
And nature's balance is disturbed.
The earth, our common ground, now lives.
With resources overused and curbed

We must learn to live in harmony.
With the earth that sustains us all
For a healthier planet, it's our duty.
To hear nature's clarion call

Reduce, reuse, recycle, and conserve.
These words are what our creed deserves.

Whimpering Collapse

Whimpering served as a surrender sign.
All are frail and can swoon at any time.
Fairness could be a thoughtful chart design.
Whimpering served as a surrender sign.
If choices are curbed, staying calm is fine.
With this resolve, you will face any grime.
Whimpering served as a surrender sign.
All are frail and can swoon at any time.

Written: May 29, 2023

Another Birthday

~It was your birthday again today
  Since our final goodbye 
  They come around so quickly now
  The years flow by

~During the day l curbed my sadness 
  I didn’t want to cry
  Now as l lie in my bed alone
  Tears flow freely with sorrow l no longer deny

~Happy Birthday my sweet little mum
  Since you departed….life is not the same
  There is a huge empty space in my heart
  “Which has your name”….

Almost a Short Walk

If I were not so fat
I could squirm under the wire fence,
and resting for a moment
while leaning on the parked silver Mercedes
which is always there and never seems to move
I proceed.

Further down the utility road
(I think it is actually called that),
the fire station dozes
in-between periods of alarm.
Just yesterday
the bright red engines
screamed away
to put out a smoldering tabby cat,
poor thing- no one knows how or why.

Eventually my feet end up
on the curbed edge of the usual industrial
and barely ornamental pond with its
rudimentary fountain.

Today a white goose
wanders around a plastic swan
that bobs and wobbles just a bit
providing the illusion of
a real plastic swan.

The goose is very pretty.
Too pretty really.

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