Weeping Willow tree, no sun can shine through.
Nothing can grow beneath you.
Because of your rapacious roots, nothing can grow around you.
Your grievousness is your companion.
You stand strong against strong winds,
yet, you weep because no fowl will perch
in your pertinacious thickness.
Categories:
grievousness, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Even the sparrow has a place to lay it's head,
So why should I lay worries on my breath?
All the world's colors laid with such ingeniousness
so why should I live in gray grievousness?
Oh God! you even crafted nature's music in brilliance!
Then how can I be overcome by my monotonous silence?
( It was my silence, a strangling silence,
Unpeaceful, condemning, rooted in me with defiance.)
-Storms visit all forests.
But trees are anchored with firmness.
So when anxiety hits me hardest,
trees teach me calmness.
Even how the tides dance over the oceans, and how they crash and thunder!
So small I feel, and insignificant,
that pride cannot be a blunder.
To the short-tempered man,
I'd advice,
look to nature and her device.
To the jealous
I must teach,
How all creation will live in joy and peace.
And those who hate must consider
that Life always tramples the bitter
Hence what I know is this:
Man is witty, and crafts many things
but has forgotten to think about all his blessings.
Categories:
grievousness, 12th grade, animal, career,
Form: Free verse
The plain is fuzzing with the ingress racing.
Predicted rain is heard in the birds singing.
Sow your seed when the moon tells its time.
Hear the tales close to the fire; it's sublime.
Contemplate the skies for the hawks cry.
Focus on the breeze and the moonlit sky.
The noble spirit exudes an altered tone.
To heed of the rite of the elder, not atone.
The misery of grievousness is heinous.
I am fated, that I could carry forward.
There's no growth from the coldness.
The stable grace cannot stem rearward.
For a dismal exhale to seek for reeling.
Hear the beat and banter with moving.
5TH PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: April 10, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
grievousness, analogy, appreciation, bird, devotion,
Form: Sonnet
BRIEF BELIEF
I no longer believe in believing
I do, however, believe in grieving
I cannot dodge the grievousness of grief
And that’s why I don’t believe in belief
I don’t believe in belief anymore
For me believing has become a bore
It’s a chore I no longer participate in
And each belief only made me anticipate sin
It’s a sin what believing has done to me
I once believed in a lover who would run to me
Instead they come and then run right past me
And that’s why I find believing so ghastly
Misbegotten belief was there to naughtily denigrate me
And believing was born only to haughtily hate me
It harbors in its heart a hatred that causes palpable pain
Ergo I no longer wait to see what belief will ordain
So don’t ask me to believe in hopes or dreams
Because believe me, belief is not what it seems
My only certainty is that love is adept at deceiving
And that’s why I don’t believe in believing
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Categories:
grievousness, angst, me, me,
Form: Quatrain