Know, life’s no length of happiness,
Imbued ‘tis in uncertainty,
Life’s little but imperfectness.
What defines life is fleetingness--
An artwork drawn on sands of sea,
Life is no length of happiness.
Scarce is eternity its case,
Nor its goal nor end ever be,
Its nickname is imperfectness
That gives to life meaning, no less--
A raft to rescue from mid sea,
Mere ticks define life’s happiness.
Mere moments, no more to get blessed--
Moments of immortality,
For life lives in imperfectness.
Joy and bliss is no ‘thing’ to guess,
Emanating from within me,
Life is no length of happiness,
It’s little but imperfectness.
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Villanelle |23.08.2024| life, joy, happiness
Poet’s note: Read also ‘O to live full, not long’.
Categories:
imperfectness, happiness, joy, life,
Form: Villanelle
It is but for mankind's redemption that had taken place through the given mortal soul of Jesus Christ, Jehovah's only begotten son, that allowed is an imperfectness in man that still today should lay upon each consciencious mind. And save for the Valley of Hinnom, if elsewhere we to take our final rest, a headstone would also mark who we really are and how we loved. Consequently, if in the end would it true to say, "Although they have all meant well, soon to remain is the content of many promises never made, yet forever sealed within us now to keep!
Categories:
imperfectness, allusion, analogy, angst,
Form: Prose Poetry
I gaze on beauties
Wrapped inside imperfectness
Unveil the missing line
Of this life story
Sigh on nature
As Doubted traveler
In the midst of storm
Await whispers
To redirect the path of life
As an unborn Soul
Again to be revealed
A new chapter of life
Insignia
Tears of destiny
If this a poem then am dreamin
15 jul 11
Categories:
imperfectness, angst, mystery,
Form: Free verse
I am a river of imperfectness
swirling about in all my sin;
everything seeming so right and just,
until the waterfall.
Down. Down, I go. Falling deeper
into my sin; heading straight into despair,
soon landing in satans hell.
This, I know, is where I belong;
but wait, here's Jesus,
the still quiet pond of Hope.
He has redeemed my soul.
Categories:
imperfectness, devotion, faith, forgiveness, happiness,
Form: Bio