Listen closely to the wind's softest hum
It gently caresses and touches my hair,
Sweet scent of jasmine it brings from afar
Together with ambrosial fragrance of roses,
Every sense-bud in my body feels serene
Not a single feeling forgetfully untouched.
Tantalize my soul, hypnotize my heart
O soothing wind, you make me yearn for days gone by!
True emotions sway through reminiscences,
Heal pain and sadness magically, calm
Every chord of an aching hurting soul.
Wind, you whisper and murmur a tale so poignant
In harmony with a river's rippling sound,
Nostalgia envelopes my total existence
Dive with an ardour into retrospection.
Categories:
forgetfully, memory, nostalgia,
Form: Acrostic
Another year older no balder –
dash,
Wishing I could write my life ('s)
perfect poem before I
pass
Out of this world to the other
side,
While dreaming of my mother
And can’t wait to
fly.
One more circle around the old solar
disk
And it won’t be long before I’m not forgetfully
missed.
Not that I’ve done momentous things
Deserving of remembrance too sad to
sing
But only that I’m still here today, thankfully
having another undeserved birth
day.
© Terrell Martin. 01/17/2025
Categories:
forgetfully, birthday,
Form: Free verse
My mind is up to trickery,
to find the words like chicory,
rhyme them with words like hickory,
and keep this poem going.
Rarely do I know,
which way the ink will flow,
how far the words will go,
and exactly what they're showing.
But something must be said,
to keep at bay my head.
So visions can't be seen and felt,
like the swelt upon the dead.
Forgetfully remembering,
unlearnedness of soul.
Restless forever searching,
out things I think,
I do not know.
I must stop this fire here,
I must stop,
and drop,
and roll...
Categories:
forgetfully, funny,
Form: Rhyme
Hello again dear entry
dear sweet entry
Forgive me dear entry
Can you find it in your pages to forgive me
I apologize for my constant absence
and my consistence of being forgetfully incomplete
I could name every reason why I have sadly been away
why I have been covertly afraid
yet it would only be an endless page of useless excuses
written down, without hesitation, thrown back in my face
and I would have deserved it
Cause I'm sorry to bore you
but my story has the exact same plot as before
just new events, new people, and stones still untouched, unturned
Too many promises, broken hearts, and running screams
a constant avalanche of curiosity, immorality
Immortal, I've been thinking it's more than a word, an essence
but does it matter at this very moment
I've been brought back down to size
I'm only vulnerable, just too vulnerable for my weak points to show
more soundly to understand, it's just easier to delete me
than to strip down everything that composes of my entire being
This ice is too thin for me to tread
and I'm one footstep away from falling from a ledge
suspended animation
lift me up because I'm terrified...
for once in my life...I'm terrified...
Categories:
forgetfully, crush,
Form: Free verse
Waltzing by the bamboo trees
Clusters of serenity
The winding wind sings softly
The movement of the light
Tints and shades and hues take flight
Changing patterns hurl insight
There is a whisper I hear
Watch the bamboo leaves endear
The old pavilion right here
Shady trees spread overtones
By park bench of cold, cold stone
Play of light with windy groans
The world in a rush repair
Ignores this calm, curious air
Rush to feast other affairs
Only the old retirees
Walk and sit and chat softly
See patterns forgetfully
Now far from the madding crowd
The pace of life is not loud
Yet a festive mood stands proud
Once upon a time the chase
Now the twilight years keep pace
Wrinkles and silver hairs trace
Leon Enriquez
29 January 2015
Singapore
Categories:
forgetfully, change,
Form: Rhyme
1.All listeners criticize the
hateful useless speakers.
2.Unworthy public speech, worse
than offending friends.
3.Explaining futile words reveal
he is unrighteous.
4.Uncultured, worthless speech separates
from useful righteousness.
5.speaking clumsy, well-mannered looses
reputation and self-respect
6.Praising frivolous utterance inhuman
but grainless husk.
7.Uttering unrighteous tolerable, wise
evade worthless good.
8.Profit analyzing intellectuals never
utter unworthy words.
9.Sensible pure never utter
futile words forgetfully.
10.If speak, fruitful, never
utter unworthy words.
…………………………………
Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31B.C), the author in Tamil
Translated by S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU, INDIA
Published in poetry.com on 8-7-13
Categories:
forgetfully, social,
Form: Couplet
1.Conduct elevates human, hence
valued above life.
2.Preserve conduct, assists even
to researcher’s life.
3.Noble possess good conduct
others are ignoble .
4.Forgotten can be learned
but misbehaved gone.
5..As Jealous’ worthless property
miscreants, no elevation.
6.Knowing evils of conduct
wise protect constantly.
7.Possessing good conduct exalted
others lower themselves.
8.Conduct causes happy life
misconduct yields misery.
9.Well-doer utter undeserving unpleasant
words even forgetfully.
10Though learned noncompliance of
wise are fools.
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Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31B.C), the author in Tamil
Translated by S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU, INDIA
Published in poetrysoup.com on 11-12-13
Email s.kandasamy@hotmail.com
Categories:
forgetfully, simple,
Form: Couplet
Hidden in the recycle bin,
I found your resentment towards yourself-
To desire my love is no more, fine?
For your failure, you blame yourself,
And forgetfully, you forgive me mine?
We travelled together far in time
To the future, past and back in the now
Our stories, written together, yet so different-
Have you never wondered how?
When I said deadness, you heard boredom
I’m but a story-teller, lacking in wisdom!
Believing what was imagined,
I forgot what I once believed-
That poetry was only an escape
That, to you belongs my soul-scape!
My present wasn’t a vain gesture
It was a submission of my soul
But life has a rough texture
It sure takes its toll…
Take this new surge of poetry
And take my life
For, the words are wont to buzz
Till my sun sets…or “Alzheimer’s” sets in!
Categories:
forgetfully, love, on writing and
Form: Free verse