Driven Poems - Poems about Driven

Desire driven ascent

Our identity within existence,
which reworded, simply means the ego,
pursues narrow goals, which is resistance,
to attachments we are loathe to let go
and therefore truth of Self we do not know.
Such a seeker ascends in vibration,
domain hopping across God’s creation.

Siddhis or powers imbibed and displayed,
keep such a seeker distanced from the source,
shifting roles, in different domains played,
until

Driven

i hear the ticking of the clock
it's in my head and in my heart
the pulse of life doubtlessly finite
so many things i want to do

the tic toc getting louder
it echoes in my brain
rummaging through images and dreams
while time rings evermore elusive

i get up in the morning determined
with a yearning to break free
driven to spark the

DRIVEN BY CURIOSITY

  A spark ignites, a question form,
  A curious mind that breaks the norms.
  It seeks, it stirs, it will not sit still.
  A restless fire, a growing will,

  From page to thought, from thought to deed,
  It learns not just to know, but lead.
  Mistakes are steps,

Battle Born

The Centerfold On Frost Field.

As I lay on my back dying I heard the cry for help.

With the last of my endurance I stand on my feet.

Valiantly I break ground!

As I grasp my axes within twain of my hands.

Though exasperated, I release my mournful cry!

With my last aggression, I let loose my inner berserker!

To bastion,

Your Mind Can Take You Places

Your mind can take you places
let your eyes be the judge of what you see.  
Is a bin not a bin?  
Is a rose not a rose?  
I could call on deception, flattery, duplicity,  
misdirection.  

I have tamed my rage,  
but you’re quick to see my movements,  
quick

driven

Life at 21, do you remember it?
Things rush at you, hit you, from all directions.
Any small decision can turn into a major plot beat.

What are our lives anyway but the sum of our decisions?
Opportunities contract and expand around us, like breathing—
and what fills those lungs are our test scores and faculty opinion.

College is a land

Writer Driven

Whispering words drip, drip blooD,
Reveries, red stained on papeR:
Inked emotions falling like confettI,
Tears plunge writing of luV,
Entwined in my heart achE;
Raw emotions again and agaiN.

Driven Into Madness-Trucker's life

DRIVEN INTO MADNESS—The ELD
(Psychological impact of the Electronic logging Device)

Here I sit,
     feeling like I will go insane –
Time has become a prison,
     the clock is a ball and chain,

I’m wide awake –
    and I need to go!
But as I watch the clock,
 

Rain-Driven Blues

Walking beneath roiling cloud
Exposed to coming Baltic storm
Feet move swiftly head is bowed
Weather onslaught about to perform.

Bone-chilling cold, cannot escape
No place to shelter all alone
Wet and weary old bones ache
Focused thoughts I am heading home.

Splashing puddles, leaking shoes
rancorous weather continues downpour
Am mired in music of rain-driven blues
Sigh of relief as i slam front door. 

Driven Fate

Wind, the Barber,
   shears the trees
   decisively
with naught but
   his own  Fall design
   in mind,
Refusing imaged   glass
   for his reluctant clientele,
insisting    they trust
   his ancient  artistry,
Born of  a driven 
   fate again
 

Driven

  Almost at the end of my pad.
  Does this mean I should be glad?
  A page or two remains blank and pristine,
  Waiting for the next crazy dream.
  Sometimes a picture will appear,
  Then a poem I will hear.
  At times a poem will start,
  Must

Driven

She said I’m too confused to drive.

When I’m trying to get somewhere, it’s just random turns, it’s just me turning and trying to undo my turns.

Where am I? I’m on a road somewhere.

I can’t call anyone because it’s dangerous.

The GPS? I’m scared by the voice that is haunting me.

Like cars, cars are haunting me.

But the

Driven To Madness

Officials seek opportunities to steal, 
While soldiers earn double for lives, they reveal. 
Ribbons, crosses, gallons, and stars they don, 
Drowning their souls with debauchery's song.

As thousands lay sick, wounded, and deceased, 
Fields filled with bodies, a sight that won't cease. 
Buried haphazardly, lime masking the smell, 
The aftermath's horror, too dire to tell.

Yet, the

Cascading Embers of Heart Driven Fire

Cascading Embers Of Heart Driven Fire

Unrepentant heart, its hot blood there spills
Sad dregs of immortal nurselings of desire
And winter's warm breath blows the woodland fires
Amongst the frozen trees and through the hills
Wanton weariness, invisible veil hides
Cascading embers of heart driven fire
Exploding storm flees to nothing it retires
Where dead emperor in agony resides
Black robe judges, their

Lord God, You Are My Salvation-Driven Judge

July 18 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 56-59

Key Verse – Isaiah 56:1 Thus saith the LORD, Keep ye judgment, and do justice: for my salvation is near to come, and my righteousness to be revealed.

LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SALVATION-DRIVEN JUDGE			

Lord God, You are my salvation-driven Judge 
Who separates me from sin’s

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