People Idyll (Idyl) Poems | Examples
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The division
Here in this landscape of bushes and crippled trees
the grotesque peace of daylight ghosts, grey boughs
stretching upward appealing to a soundless god.
“Give us today a new life.” There is only one deity
the almighty one goes under the name of Silvanus.
Those who do not understand this are doomed to
a life of empty pursuit of pleasures.
Crowded nightclubs and casinos, people trying
not to be alone in the night and face the truth
we are mortals and infrequently remembered.
Faces in a black frame, seeing you seeing through
you and into an ever-expanding void.
Harvest is over
crops are in and
Fall’s first killing frost
stirs feelings of melancholy
sustained by winter's cold
With its bare trees
migration, hibernation
wisdom of fallow fields and
mice attempting entry
during long, cold nights
Yet farmers are never idle
caring for their animals
cleaning, repairing equipment
checking their fences
cleaning fields and
clearing tree lines
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"An idyll is a type of poem that focuses on the normal routines of normal people in a rural setting." -PoetrySoup, Types of Poems - Idyll definition
And in time... Mankind said lets make a god in our own image.
Let us describe him as powerless, let us emasculate him
Understanding He is not the all 'powerful God'
Let us do these things that we will be blessed.!
Let us create god as a multi-deity, god can be even female
Let us triumph over this god,
Let us name all the starry host, for that is 'not' the role of God.
Let us create stars of film and stage; instead of stars representing
believers.
Let us create life in laboratory's because there is no creation.
Let us teach of perversion and then bless it.
Let us turn from Him in our sickness's, and embrace drugs.
Let us push youth into deception for, that's an easy number.
Let us introduce them to debt at an early age
Submitting them to 'usury'
Let us tie two stones together that the
people may carry them.
Let us devise all types of distractions, let us remove
The one God from school.
Let us divide the family, that children will not know
One father.
Let us preside over the greatest suicide rates of people ever
And the great teachers and leaders, looked on all they had done and said it is good.
Exodus
Dew-risen art the dawn of life
This life, my passage
Curiosity arrays his patient plight
Against the willy-nilly hours of time
Up and down, side to side
Kites and sparrows the silent skies weave
Coasting all mounts and Dale's in dark precision
Watching indifferent tides in frightful hopes
Whether happiness away shall ever come
Murky was night, but this new dawn
Hyacinth and lily on still waters prevail
Wisdom beyond peevish Solomon
The dumb's secret with the deaf is saved
Yet life's candle burns so brief
When hand well-nigh grasped of joy's garment
And all deeds seems reasoning without
Ringing out effigees of great days gone
"So dicephalous art the passage of life
Paradoxical grace of sinful Israelites
O Wilderness of sin!
Two sides defining a coin
So shall man wade this river called life
Coursing, perhaps, from Babylon to Zion
Reluctantly from Egypt to Cannan
Where people that had forsaken sin
Would find solace seeing it again"
I would rather this exodus was never born.
(Afolayan Abolarin)
The train immortal blazes a path
Through the seasons of Norway, stopping at my doorstep
To unload a passenger, who looks at me,
Then lounges back,
Taking an apple off of my tree,
Talking to the spirits of the wind in a foreign language.
The next train will come soon, I know.
That's the way of life here:
The people come with their black moment-freezers
Touch buttons a few times, sheets lighting up,
Then jump onto the next train back to Oslo.
Thoughtfully chewing on the fruit of many years of labor,
The person yells the only Norwegian he knows into the forests...
That simple "Luftputefartøyet mitt er fullt av åler!"
Tells me, snickering from behind the barn
That maybe this man is here to stay.
A garden fence worn by the weather
The entrance port screaming in the breeze
The paint is peeling off many years ago
Inside the port where it grows timothy
between weeds and dead roots
An old and weather worn houses in the garden
The house has its soul, but no people
A long time ago, a beautiful home
Much joy, laughter and love
in this old house and the uncared garden
The roses are deep red and is a beautiful sight
they creep up the unpainted wall
and cover almost the entire house
A beautiful carpet of deep red roses
There is a forgotten garden that lives its own life
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I can smell my past in the particles of air that surround me.
Familiar images flood through my mind.
All that was lost, from all that has been found.
It all came to rest in the final days of my childhood.
I can smell my past in the musty blast of hot air
In the room.
How much I’ve come to appreciate that odd placed
Nostalgia.
So much about that time places me into
Careless drifting.
I can smell my past as if the moon is still
Triumphant in the sky and we’re all still
Awake laughing together.
And that air was always present with us,
As we exhausted our youth into the small
Corner of that house.
I can smell my past,
As if you are still here with us.
And some say that I’d best forget it,
Lest it drag me back there.
But those people don’t understand that without
These reflections, how would I be able to recognize
Who I am today.
I can smell my past,
and it's all that I can ask for.
Gentle woman of masculinity,
Her passion for the above never matched,
A war time hero leading down the path,
Fighting for the righting of all mans’ ways,
A heroine she was that Joan of Arc.
I stand alone in the dusty wind,
I've been left out there, stranded from people's grins,
I stood alone for many years now
Watching the cars pass by my ground
Dust fills my eyes some days
Yet I wipe them away
Abandonement betrayed my deal
For I should've had people within me
It shook the bones that held me upright
Shivers trespassing my soldier's bars, once where they held so tight
Not a single soul has greeted me
Thus I am now the watcher which never flees
Whitles of emptiness fill my walls
For they are the music I play to waltz
They are my friends reminding me again and again
Of the magnificent purpose I was once built for
Showing me how strong I am
By a simple song from an old clam
Here I am standing alone in the dusty wind
Stranded from people's grins
I stood and shall remain standing on the Itihad Road
For I am the tall building saluting you, O passing by, in the corner's cold
The late afternoon sun falls slowly in the sky
its radiant heat so strong as to slow time
for all sad creatures sitting squinting
gazing in the distance, prying open the mind’s eye
Hearts beat at a cloud’s pace,
and sweat streams down faces slow and winding as the river Nile
A sigh. The tearing of a page. But little inspiration.
Searching desperately for diversion
I turn my gaze to the wavy distance
where scores of empty vessels are parked
lonely in a tarmac field
no inspiration there.
Two dozen unique individuals stare straight ahead
and file past silently in lines going two by two
blank expressions plastered on faces like wallpaper
no inspiration there.
Two cars, one black and one white,
pass without greetings in the baking street
and drive away out of sight, forgotten to each other forever
no inspiration.
Such is the numbing silent pain of a draught.
The world needs the rain.
I love two women.
From Benninden.
They are beautiful and divine.
Both of them. mine.
Choose. My fate.
Mary or Kate.
Mary is blond and Kate red.
Mary I'm fond, and Kate to wed.
Together is a living hell.
Your bosom is showing.
Your lipstick, too red.
Jealousy and hatred, enough said.
I can not state.
Mary or Kate.
As a threesome, it doesn't work out.
'Mary I love you' Kate, goes mad.
"Kate I love you' Mary is sad.
Together they kiss and cuddle.
When I'm not there, with.
Mary or Kate.
One day, a little embolden by gin.
To Mary would give in.
Another by beer, to Kate call dear,
I am faithful and true.
To these two.
What can I do.
Choose.
Mary or Kate.
Maybe a Morman, I could be.
But there is only one of me.
One is enough, for any man.
To choose one is not my plan.
I must forget.
Mary and Kate.
It rains no more for the sky is blue
And the red earth is warm again.
Roofs of houses steam in the sun,
And there's smell of clean air.
The roadside plants,now fresh and green,
Wave to catch the eyes of passers-by,
While children,happy after the storm,
Laugh as they play and run about.
And palm-trees sway in the breeze,
And drizzle what is left of the rain.
A land that captures your attention;
encapsulate your thoughts of natural beauty and tranquility
A land of divine sunshine.
A place of seashores; a land with momentum water drop falls, exquisite white
sand beaches, winding rivers and streams.
Famous for its dazzling and enchanting creatures.
Picturesque greenery with blue mahoes, palms and coconut trees,
A place of much flora and fauna;
with dandelions, roses and lilies.
From plains to valleys to beautiful species of birds and bees.
A land with people,
people of different pride and creed.
Our rock solid history of hardship and struggle to a future of power and strength.
A land of much energy.
Our thrilling reggae music led by the great Bob Marley
Courtney Walsh, Merlene Ottey and Veronica Campbell legends of sport.
A land with rich food and culture
Oh can we forget our: rice and peas, jerk chicken and pork, boiled bananas,
ackee and saltfish and rundun.
This place that distinguishes us from the rest.
Yes! a land full of flavour our land Jamaica.
A hidden beauty
From the world around
Far to go, much to see
How can one not go
The city is small with shops galore
The towns are wide, people and pride
How can one not go?
Perth is isolated, yet beauty beyond
Water so smooth your eyes won't move
From it's sparkling ray
The streets are clean
People look out ! Cars won't stop!
Let's all stop and enjoy the flock
That flew over the waters around.
Roads so long they took their toll
But really it's rear they are so bare.
How could you not go
To Perth and see it's beauty
Of a Country within Australian waters
What a hidden beauty!
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