Fain Poems | Examples

Flicker Fall

O parachute, thy rider.
How to keep one aloft?
Spread thy edges to defer!
He who squatted coughed!

Unity, sing in unison.
Each louder than the last?
Vittle, side with venison?
Legs in traction plast!

Thus refuted, O my rock?
Lines around in chalk.
Broken is the bowl, O block.
Corn, thy tattered stalk.

So you've been feeling stifled?
Just flicker as you fall.
Soldiers, how you rifled!
O banshee, how you call!

Ghoulish was the repast grim?
Crater, nurse thy rim.
Light of harpsichord, draw dim.
How about her or him?

Rain on us, O lightning!
O thunder, now to roll!
Fain would it be frightening?
Soak in gin, my soul!

The cone or the caldera?
What kind of choice is this?
Ergo, O my era...
O death gods, blow a kiss...

The Cunning Idol

They say that love is stripped of truth, but vain,
A tale retold, a sorrow’s old refrain.

Yet thou alone my heart in bondage keep,
Thy form in every realm my soul doth steep.

To snare the cunning idol few are fain,
For she is not a toy for market’s gain.

Thy street proclaims my name, yet none bestow
Thy union sweet, though dreams within me grow.

The portion giv’n me by the lowly sphere
Is nights of wakefulness and grief severe.

Each heart that keeps a breath of loyal flame
Must walk through thorns and bear the exile’s shame.

O heart, rejoice in absence, taste thy smart,
For ease of flesh brings sorrow to the heart.

Explanatory Footnotes:

lowly sphere – A poetic metaphor for the heavens or fate, often viewed as unjust or lowly despite its power.

cunning idol – The beloved, imagined as an idol both enchanting and sly, not easily captured or possessed.

union – Mystical or romantic union with the beloved; a central theme in Persian Sufi-inspired poetry.

absence – The state of separation from the beloved, a source of both pain and spiritual growth.

smart – Here used in its older sense, meaning pain or suffering.

to write or not to write

To write or not to write
Is that not the question
Whether to shed blood
In guise of metaphor
Or curl the tainted words
Ball-like upon the floor
To cast the spell of rhymes
Quick dancing step
Upon a metered cadence
Without breath
NAY, we must shout
ALAS, lest chaos reign
Within despondent hearts
Such folly fain
To be or not to be
T’was ne’er the quest
Perhaps with tongue in cheek
The Bard did jest

Memories

My memory’s worth cannot be measured,
sometimes it brings with it some regret.
Some I have filed and they are now treasured,
the unpleasant one’s I’ve endeavored to forget.

But from unpleasant things I can also fain,
and experience has been my classroom teacher.
So that I always know what not to do again,
the same mistake would be a double feature.

No heart holds any secrets,
because our tongues can’t keep one.
Tom

Greater Joy

My heart has found a greater joy
More strong than what I see or feel
My eyes have seen a better world
Though heavenly, still near and real

My strength comes not from earthly means
From wealth that flees, or man who dies
My might comes from the ceaseless fount
Of living waters He supplies

My eyes have seen a better way
Though narrow and hard-pressed it be
My eyes are fixed on Zion's mount
Where I shall live eternally

My heart has found a better life
Than living for my selfish gain
My soul has found a kinder Lord
And I shall ever serve Him fain

My soul has found a lasting peace
Through pain it stands—sent from above
My ears have heard a sweeter song
Of priceless, covenantal love

My eyes have seen a fairer place
A portion beautiful is mine
My heart has made the better choice
Surrendering to His design

The Missing Collar

The sun does arise, 
On the valley sweet, 
The birds & pups wise, 
Call our kits to meet. 
The hoots & hollers, 
Sound loud for miles;
Yet! Amiss is one collar, 
Lone in the Sky Isles. 

The sun does down, 
On the green hills tired, 
Lining the vale round, 
Our pets to bed retired. 
The whistles & purrs, 
Chime in the crisp wind.
All but one bed stirs;
Our dear numbers thinned. 

Long time does pass, 
Bleak winter does come,
Hoar-frost is the grass, 
Warmed by a low hum. 
We stand together,
Upon valleys sharp, 
Wond’ring: ‘just whether, 
You’re hearing, fain, the sky harp.’

Wild is the night

There's an eerie feeling in the air tonight.
Voices in the distance seem full of fright.
Crisp cold winds that blow
chilling to the bone...
leaves rustling in the darkness, unknown.

Silence even whispers loud the fear,
Silhouettes of ghosts on trees' barks appear,
waving mystic spears that sang in the winds
heard only by already frightened minds.

The wings of both the devil and the angels
confused the eyes by the winds that dishelves
the tinctures of darkness and light in the clouds,
that separated the moon from the stars in the crowds,

A frog nearby, its eyes full of dark fright,
it jolted a snake, its body slick and tight.
It fell on my head and I fainted in my fears.
But quickly woken up by its hissing near my ears.

I ran helter-skelter, the snake joined me
but 'twas the humming of a flying bee,
that stopped my run, only to find my heart
hanging out as the snake and the bee depart.

With fear I begged Halloween to stop its torment,
it refused while darkness still was present.
Then, I heard the approaching steps of sunlights,
that was when I was freed from all my frights.

Fulfillment Of A Purpose

I heard a still small voice
prompting me to write poems to uplift, inspire.
Not my choice.

My inner guide
directed me to try, aspire.
A stride.

Attained.
Published the quire.
Fain!

I heard a still small voice
directed me to try, aspire.
Fain!

No difference

Singing sweetly and peacefully!
Although the lyrics are squarely of pain.
Every night I close my eyes calmly!
Although I know the morning is simple and plain.

Seasons change and giving up slowly!
Just left behind with harmless rain.
Neither the doors nor windows open, surely!
Looking for a war because I am fain.

Our Breath Is Paled By The October Moon

Our breath is paled by the October moon—
I'm miming prints with her glance on glass;
But by window magic, don't we all swoon
To this season's world so barred and so blast.
I'm cloudy like the clouds, behind her pain—
Her light— end of trees' blush— leaves cast
Down, fall into my dangling veins.
Will she chip out there sometime soon,
Than fain be subtle— for playing eye games—
From repeat romance, she's no hypocrite.
She is all but their working boon,
But sometimes— their understood innocence.
Her silent voice out from my screams, croons—
Our breath is paled by the October moon.

Forced Nature

The redamancy flowed from within,
jumping down the line,
the nacarat sun;
blinding the ones alive,
listen to the canorous sounds;
blowing in the wind,
even though they are flagitious,
their nature seems forced,
how vociferous they can be;
lacking intrinsic will,
dripping with such disabuse,
we are fairly full of commination;
thus, we must sashay in the other direction,
the dreadful dream of flying free,
receiving nothing, yet staying fain;
their misery is effable at best,
dropping left, flipping right,
their beginning was left behind;
deep within the past of time,
any and all forgetting their Elysian minds.

Straggler

"For those who love with heart and soul, there is no such thing as separation" 
      ~By Rumi
Decked in floral wreaths and crown
as I lay in state among family and friends
with my spirit wading through strands forlorn
where lamps shone bright in celestial gleam
bordering a land of bliss out of mortal reach
where neither canker blights, nor flowers wilt
where sorrow never enters and all shall be blest
where each head like the sun aureoled
where God in all His glory doth reign
I saw through my slumber deep, as through a veil
my loved ones grieving great, my journey
unreturned to an untravelled land.

There was crying and whining, sighing and sobbing
in stirring memory of days in all goodness spent
and of bonds stretching beyond life's rim
which set me feel sick of where I was and where I wasn't
so fain to go, so fain to stay, 
like a spinning midge, 
my spirit veered high and low
between Heaven and Earth
between Mortality and Immortality.
a helium balloon buoyant in the air.

Betch'A Coutts

Tough as old boots, i'll betch'a coutts ' the barrage is just '
And you're due ' can you redress.? One can only guess?
On which foot is the proverbial shoe ? Err  I mean boot !
I think your  venture into social fields is not so benefical
Yet gorge  psoriasis led, and no doubt advised on the bed.' 
You have made, with deep discretion, when you play as
Moralist  Take heed, on the worlds position.' De-fund the
Wars, and feed the poor, create some equality in your nation.'
Wipe out some debts, or maybe better yet, resolve your
Instigation.' Annonce to hell  we serve you well' we fain
Attain more of your inclination, its such a strain' relive our
Pain apply positive imag-isation ' involve your press and
Solve this mess!  Your currency in in bad de-flation.'
For you've bet'cha boots..And lost em coutts ' theres only
One true interpretation !

A Sonnet For Spring

I used to think, when I was young,
How strange to hear that "Spring has sprung".
I knew that seasons come and go
But gave no thought to fast or slow.
Summer lingers through September,
Fain to fade from flame to ember.
Fall patiently awaits its cues
To fade the leaves and change their hues.
Winter's pace is quick and steady,
Always here ere I am ready.
Its icy grip will clutch and cling
Then yield, reluctantly, to Spring.

Though now I'm old, no longer young,
My heart still thrills when Spring has sprung.

The Greatest Father Ever

Unlike any other king, my father is the most powerful
He can build a mansion in seconds still he chose to be humble 
He prefers giving to taking for this is his principle 
Sacrificing himself selfishly just so I can live on

I remember the way he looked at me when he saw me sick
I could tell he was worried and  all he wished for was a speedy recovery 
I saw him folding his hands in prayer and blessings was all I felt descending 

Many times I wonder why the care is much 
So I do things intentionally just to see his wrath
But all I get from him are words of change and such
Which makes me feel guilty and emotionally touched

There was a time he left his throne and came to the street in rags
He heard and saw the bad guys who wanted me beaten to death
He fell and took the blows and bleeds from their knives for me
I couldn't help but scream my hatred for my painful lags

If I could do things over I'll live my life again 
and never take it for granted but live with joy and fain
For his hands are soft and kind and his eyes filled with love
He is the God of all gods and THE GREATEST FATHER EVER.

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