Fossilized Poems | Examples

When the Tide Remembers!

The sea was a whisper before it was water,
cleaved through the wind.
I stepped into its silver mouth,
waves curling something pressing in
a wistful longing for a past I never knew.

Seagulls traced ethereal designs across the expanse
their wails scattered like fragments.
Somewhere underneath the foam,
the past was fossilized within sedimentary strata
waiting for my hands to delve deep enough to find it.

The tide came in more forcefully
and I thought of to how love in this way
always arriving, always leaving---
sometimes tender, sometimes intense enough
to split the coast in two.

When it ebbed, it left behind more than remnants of a disaster,
it embodied the ideal I sought;
calmed by the steady undulations of the sea,
gleaming in calmness;
as if the tide dredged up
on the verge of being forgotten.

borish dhora majhe- Tagoreweb

Amen pours, moisten the topsoil
                   Amen pours. moisten the topsoil
With trembling hearts, they took a stance
Looking up among men and women, ever since
No more darkened sins, no more fearful sensual djinns
No more lamentation to mourn
May the heart song soaring high to fly along, to grow strong
To remove impediment along the way.

Why this cloak of hatred? Why this disguised camouflage?
Why all these letting go in not knowing so!
Myrtle Carved she! The fossilized soul to be
a valiant saga throughout the solitary night- only belonging to thee!

Poet’s Exile

A ruinous filth spills onto the page
Like sap from a trees rotting heart 
Hands covered in black
The speaker of my memories
Smooth and razor thin
An emissary of ink
I envy the pen and it’s melan-written spiels
Armored with a voiceless vignette
It is its only way to prove that it’s master is alive
Feverishly pushing its point to a fading death
Is this the fate of all who pick up a pen,
or am I the unlucky who withers among the living
Buried and fossilized beneath a healthy pink tongue 
Are my words not memorable ?
Will my efforts be admired?
Have I not earned a meaningful epilogue?

Overrated virtues of cleaning

Organ-ize it
like some sort of sick 
symphony 
I suppose
though the latter half of my A&P 
studies
suggest otherwise
working together in harmony
a kind of homeostasis, (it makes me
shudder to think of any living space being like that)
organ...ized
like fossilized something that sets out a course to 
take place over eons of time 
that no one small 
frail human could ever understand
much less scratch with tiny hands
at the surface of..
it just feels so cold, so
desolate, 
but despite all this languid poetry
and verse 
the room still has to get cleaned

The Phases Of Great Works

Great works are like
Fossilized trees
Petrified by time
And turned into stone.

Great works are testament
Of hard work, perseverance
And made up of precious materials
That goes beyond generations.

Great works are history
Of life, progress and conflicts
Never run out of legendary stories
That carve a name in the epoch of time.

Autumn Haunting

Gold autumn leaves when they drop to the ground
remind those abandoned of summer love, 
falling and making a whispering sound,
as dead ghosts come down to haunt from above.

One spirit does not want me to be free.
Her soft voice seeks to ask me what She meant,
descending through the decades to find me -
that leaf print by a classroom, in cement.

This fossilized specter asks me riddles - 
Is Autumn the beginning or the end? 
Does a violin cry when it fiddles?
One day I'll say "bye" to this phantom friend - 

an imprint so lonely, it will be there
when I'm gone, and nobody's left to care.

Rubicon Prophecy

I weave a narrative of unspeakable taboo, a symphony of sighs and groans, a cacophony of defiled innocence.

Your body, a temple of decadence, a sanctum of sadomasochistic excess, where the strictures of societal mores are rent asunder, and the very fabric of reality is torn apart.

Echolalic luminaries periodically tilt, their sumptuary influence shrinking villages into steel vexations.

Precedence of principles and codes, a paradigm of insecurity, influences vermillion equations.

Jeopardized crescents and tacit furor satisfy the economist’s balloons, coached through versions of fossilized tutelage.

Cathedrals of vice and transgressions wraith through legends, inferring civilian nudists infected by hurakens.

Cultures torque and embark, communicating through the columns of Groningen.

Chiaroscurist initiations of mnemonic memories effloresce in alabaster vigils, aberrant cadastral mortmain consuming convergent dispossessed flâneries.

Sanguine Senility

Eventide drizzle,
dainty ballerina
dances with tinsels 
of molten rainbow,
captured by twilight
transient, 
descends with rhythm
of cosmic ballet 
at the ebony edge  
of the onyx night,
the squashed sordid sky
enwrapped embellished,
waits to unfurl 
rain-rinsed petals
with aurora of afflatus
to embroider
with lattice of luminance 
the halcyon horizon,
splendorous.
	
Juvenile smile,
sparkling sapphire
of innate innocence 
configured intrinsic,
cascades as cheerful stream
in verdant valley 
of fleeting youth
for a nostalgic while, 
with ageless naïve aura 
inundates ignorant
the pristine plateau,
the unsullied face
flash flooded, 
waits expectant
at doorstep of destiny
hope would turn the time, 
drift away
dense obscurity dust,
reveal the fossilized smile 
on petrified portrait
in the crumpled canvas
of senile life,
sanguine.

Sunset Swansong

In the misty milepost
of the penultimate pathway,
at the faint fringe
of future obscure,
the twilight tune 
reverberates the requiem
for the forlorn tree,
silhouetted tranquil 
against sundown skyline
of transient radiance,
witnessing in
the cauldron of time
the last flash 
of the decaying day, 
d y i n g…. 

The twirling tapestry 
of tempestuous torment, 
interlaced seamlessly
with the cleaved clouds 
of swarming storm,
ravages the unwary horizon, 
halcyon once,
marks the chameleon shift
of concealed colors
on convoluted canvas, 
lacerates the last corner
of the frail fresco,
c r u m b l i n g….

The deformed shards 
of the splintered sky 
spin in swirling storm, 
roll on the dismal waves 
of curled up bleak cloud, 
the remnant rays 
of sanguinity still sparkle  
in the departing flashes 
of the sinking sun,
drowning the montage
of memory,
compose the latent melody
of the unsung dreams 
with the fossilized life’s 
fading cadence,
sequistered in spectral lyric
of sunset swansong,
r e s o n a t i n g ….

Bidding For the Amber

a drop of fossilized tree resin
incasing a prehistoric ant
sold by auction on the internet
informed of this delightful offering, bidding gets outrageous

a drop of fossilized tree resin
known as amber
causing a huge stir in an auction
Tree Resin3 outbids SpiderMa
Six, eight, ten, twenty-seven times
Neither will relent

They are both determined to purchase this piece of amber
Tree Resin3 reluctantly gives up when it gets out of her price range
A month later she receives this pendant for her birthday
She would have given up much sooner
if she had known….
SpiderMa was her mother

Driftwood

The stream surges in turbulent torrent
the dry tree felled by the summer storm,
the truncated trunk anchors at the tilted levee, 
in the web of boulders it sticks, stranded. 

The flood slackens the grip of the slope, 
the log begins a new journey
to the remote end the stream ordains, 
the abandoned attachment it forgets, dislocated.

My life uprooted by the squall of strife,
drifts like the log, finds no holding ledge,
seeks to find the free course to the ultimate, 
the notion of bonding I don’t sense, unpossessed.

The tide of time takes me to the strange shore, 
in the alien mooring I linger awhile,
where people see me as a vagrant driftwood,
an artifact of frozen mind, fossilized. 
 
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March 10, 2023
For Brian Strand Premier No 1196 Contest

Survivors Guilt

.
         G L I N T
     Unmistakable
    Memories  Swell
    There’s a reverse
     I  survived. Why
      Me over others
       petrified Tears
        are fossilized
         The Phrase 
           Survivors
              GUILT
                  Is
              Evidence
Humans are essentially
        Compassionate
.

Spiritual Wisdom

From the obscure fossilized time of the yonder past, 
humans traversed evolution’s ordained trajectory,
ascended to the high peak of incisive intelligence,
and emerged as the most perceptive living species.

Insecure in the collapsing orbit of the consumed life,
I gravitate toward the innate center of sensuous self, 
get sucked into the black hole of the resolute ego, 
the survival instinct yields to the power of intellect.

When in agonized life the dreams drown in dark abyss,
I search for the light of wisdom illumining my soul,
attain the sublime state of devout consciousness,
discern the divine harmony with the supreme melody.

I abandon the ego entangled in the complex equation
of existence to understand the meaning of life
in the scale of soul’s quotient of spiritual wisdom,
then the portal opens to the sanctum of profound bliss.

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January 15, 2023
Contest : A Spiritual Wisdom Download
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker

Wading Out

Tired of the mind stuff.
It's hard to be free 
of all those words
that drag behind like a long chain,
clinking in the silence. 
Each weighted step leaves evidence,
deep prints beyond the reach
of waves and tide. They stay,
fossilized in stone, stretched back
across time, hanging on
to the heel and added to 
by every taken step.

Think of wading out to the line
of breakers, feeling water
burrow into the eardrum,
offering oceans and fathomless 
depths where only the light 
from exotic creatures punctuate 
the dark with their luminescence 
pulsing along tentacles or dangled
in front of ferocious mouths.
These are the guardians 
of forgetfulness, custodians 
of dreamless sleep in which
even words dissolve
and wait in a nowhere 
to become something
or nothing at all.

Extinction Prevention

" I am distinctly referring to Humans as the endangered species here"          






                                               Extinction Prevention
 


          "As an endangered species preserving the environment is a must

           Or undoubtedly be fated as fossilized remains upon Earth's crust"






10/25/2022
Aboard Rhapsody of the Seas
Limassol, Cyprus

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