Long Blind alley Poems
Long Blind alley Poems. Below are the most popular long Blind alley by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Blind alley poems by poem length and keyword.
When we walked the long garden path together
in times tough and in times enticing,
you were tired and drowsy, needed to rest,
but did not let the waiting sleep enter the eyes,
for you stored your sleep safely deep within
the bright crystals of your sparkling eyes.
You didn’t see the wheel of time roll by,
while you’re on the track to complete the journey,
we began together, you didn’t know why.
The path we travelled together side by side,
ended one day in blind alley with your time,
that made you to take another one
on a lonely journey away from me,
far beyond my reach, but you didn’t know why.
Many years later on a rain-soaked dusk
you would stop to walk any farther.
Your crystal eyes would search the clouded sky,
find me reflected in the rainbow colors.
Melting clouds would drizzle, sing a lullaby,
you’d close the moist eyes,
get the sleep you stored deep within.
Butterfly would bring dream of me
from the rainbow, you won’t know why.
July 6, 2020 (Edited and Revised)
Contest : The One Thàt Got Away
Sponsor : Silent One
his mind had entered a state of confusion
numb blank and befuddled on one hand
with walls in front
and verges closing in behind
enclosed in a mixture of discomfort
and pressure to move
stand still for a moment
a voice quietly whispered
with a chorus answering
run for your life
polarized messages
a Jungian way of saying
only uncertainty is clear
he coughed up some phlegm
a mixture of nicotine and discontent
and tried not to give too much importance
to the dreams he had had
maybe there was an aperture
in the partition in front of him
there was a chance that the blind alley could see
not a through road but rather a simple conjecture
that could be refuted with patience and time
three things he knew was that he would not
turn back on himself in anger nor sorrow
that an imprisoned state
could serve as a prism
and reflection would eventually
lead him through darkness
19th February 2023
This or that volume 16 cul-de-sac
sponsor Edvard Ibeh
I hail each bronze, red, and blue coloured dawn,
as pulsing heart mould torch flame of bliss,
to gaze across some awestruck mint sprig lawn,
that golden birthright never goes amiss
Eye beam urban verve one duly savours,
coruscating joie de vivre street life,
bursts of swift dash coffee’s hazel flavours,
cell-phone upbeat day ahead hubbub rife
Blue robin high pitch chirp from chimney top,
sets the tone for morning wonders brightly,
activate those spark prompt hunches nonstop,
schedules met in narrow windows tightly
In suburb or in city centre fair,
skies and pavements segue with deft flourish,
your dreamland ticket ace broad daylight flair,
groundbreaking spurt fantastic, let us nourish
Dynamic itch to stray amid blind alley,
lurk within some parboiled notion latent,
steel clad zone that mosaic sculpted tally,
animated focus me the claimant
In the languishing life’s listless landscape,
the paved path along convolute contours of uncertainty,
winds undefined to the fading fringe of time future,
beyond the perception of the toiling time present.
Away from the throb of the bustling life in galaxy glare,
in the somber path the stretched shadows of the past
drape the cobblestones with dense darkness,
echoing the sigh of my broken dreams, I hear.
The template of trampled time holds the debris of desire,
as I walk dismayed in the befuddled state of stupor,
following the invisible compass crafted for me
by the supreme creator of the dormant destiny.
My twilight time is tinged by the garnet specks of spent sun,
sinking down the horizon shrouded by discontent dust.
With the cornucopia of the uplifting life unlived,
I wander bewildered in the last mile of the blind alley.
As the sinister night of ebony despair engulfs me,
firefly of hope flashes with moonbeam filament,
kindling lucent lines of lamps in the dark scary street,
I toil to travel ruffled in the residual time.
I seek the benevolence of the almighty to guide me
in my search of the lighted path to the sublime sanctum
for my sanctified soul to reside in abode of bliss,
and to show me the way out of the dead end street.
1. Bereft
Parents in the Beyond
2. Tear
The Sweat of Consciousness
3. Memory
A Sentient Fossil
4. Joy
The Prologue to Suffering
5. Power
Aurangzeb Incarnate
6. Hate
Love Defeated
7. Waiting
The Weight of Guilt
8. God
A Spiritual Refuge
9. Vote
Signature of the Majority
10. Solitude
An Unseen Walk
11. Freedom
The Shackle of Liberation
12. Life
A Blind Alley of Dreams!
13. Ego
A Spiritual Void
14. Time
An Endless Epic
15. Politics
A Silent Circus
16. Conscience
The Voice of the Soul
17. Nature
Mother’s Lap
18. Stillness
Meditation
19. End
The Beginning
20. Greed
Insatiable Weakness
21. Death
The Subconscious Clamor!
22. Love
Your Face!
23. Dream
A Silent Cinema
24. Shame
The Chain of Inertia
25. Darkness
The Shame of Ignorance
26. Sex
Blissful Fulfillment
27. Faith
Inherited Imprint
28. Vision
Light Within Darkness
29. Nation
A Fragment of the World!
30. Poem
Resonance…
TOUCHING THE HEM OF BEAUTY SEE
Beauty of a beautiful brunette
Brings me back to a brittle moods
Bright eye, eye bouncing
Along a blind alley
I counted the moon that rises
As the farthest of galaxy, making me to
Dawdle to talking broach of a royal bird that struck
My heart pendulous
Thus daunting the processing of my dating agent
Still in my brittle mood
The mood that moves
Pure as the starting glory of the day break
Singing the chorus of the dawn
Her winding air are numbered
Piercing my inner mood
With the thought as Damocles
I filled, head over heels, with love
With her vibrating self
Whereas her head dress head casing
The head hunter which all coming to touch the hem
Of her flowing garment that heals the lovesick
Another day, i saw her
In a close lane
I saw her, keeping her head down
In all her all attractive elegance...
So i planned my request
The muted discuss that reincarnate in thought
My deep shy feelings was en covered
Giving me much words that woos.
In spirited life’s changing vibrant landscape,
the paved path along the contours of uncertainty,
winds to the undefined time future,
beyond the perception time present.
Desire takes shape in the template of thriving time,
as I traverse sanguine in the state of trance,
follow the invisible compass crafted for me
by the supreme designer of dormant destiny.
Through many surging storms I saunter
with the buds of unfurling dreams,
held close to the indulgent heart,
lest the flowers shatter and the petals fly away.
In the valley of longing I chase fervent butterflies
through the rainbow archway to the sunburst sky,
where my avid yearning soars high,
wafting on ardent wings with the amorous cloud.
As my twilight time is tinged by the spent sun,
sinking down the horizon shrouded by discontent dust,
with the cornucopia of the listless life unlived,
I walk the last mile in the blind alley.
As the dark night of despair descends on me,
firefly of hope flashes with moonbeam filament,
kindling lucent lines of lamps at the dead end,
in the residual time I’m toiling in my journey to meet.
I seek the benevolent grace of the almighty to guide me,
search for the serene path to the sublime sanctum
for my sanctified soul to reside in bliss,
and to show me the way out of the cul-de-sac.
_______________
February 8, 2023
Title chosen : Cul-De-Sac
Contest : This Or That, Vol. 16
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh
For Brian Strand No.1201 Contest
Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler,
nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort,
they face whirlwind snowfall, freezing ice,
while others brazenly squirm,
not for stoic diarist this threadbare exit,
exodus of the half-hearted humbug,
but ironclad ilk stubbornly remain,
eyes and ears are substitute antennas,
of this genus, genie, genius, glow worm ghost,
peaceful prowlers with pen on queue,
velvet moon worlds sidereal captured,
crescendo of cathartic bonhomie,
icy night frost punctured by high drive fog horns,
deft nib from dark ink manteau nomad,
who engross themselves in light and shade reflection,
as we balk at the eerie life we revel in,
drama under bridges, shadow figure chinwag,
river stream babble, blind alley gust,
eavesdrop on historic past teaser,
litter swept aural gossip whoosh,
eventide mournful dog bark heart tug,
darting elfin’s sly mind peep thereon,
yet the vagabond minstrel has to comb,
each backstreet, zebra crossing, sprawling suburb,
for inert sleepy after hour dozers,
who crave eye candy fodder as humdrum sidestep
Ancient Derodidymus – You So Sweet A Thing
Derodidymus – an ancient symbol in the form of a
two-headed dragon that’s in a fight forever in one
single body. Yes, for sure . . .
“A Two-Headed Monster” who’s in the mirror for
you to see, “Good Luck,” as one head talks to the
other at will.
Any hint of “Human Normality” pervades the true
essence of a real Derodidymus most certainly not!
The fright factor of such a mythical creature in our
“modern world” conjures an image of a horrible evil!
After all what would one do, if one were to run into
such a mythical creature in a blind alley one night?
Run like Hell . . . Talk to the Creature . . . or Faint!
Or perhaps consult an Anthropologist, if you can!
This two-headed Dragon is an ancient and sacred
symbol for sure, but it’s oh so real today. This is a
fight of the two heads in one body or maybe a most
challenging fight forever, or can it now be put to rest
Today! If not, start running now and keep running
or this so sweet a thing will surely find you! Amen.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
June 6, 2023 (Narrative)
Fear, a liar that can delude or mislead you.
It tells you that you are cursed and doomed.
Have courage to stop and look at Fear in the face!
It comes, like hooded serpents from dark holes,
with venom in their fangs ready to snap at.
Like, monsters from roaring seas
that rest on the sands
as boulders on a low - lying ledge
Or, vampires hurtling down
to suck your blood in dark
with their outgrown canine teeth
Fears are wasps swarming round,
like embers from a furnace
or scorpions with poisonous stings,
hidden in their tails.
Living with them
is like getting enclosed in a blind alley,
pacing forward and rushing backward,
seeing the gates fastened tight with iron shutters,
or being chased after,
by an elephant on rampage.
Never succumb, but defend its onslaught,
for your arch enemy sure shall
shred you to pieces if you let yourself to be subdued!
Jan. 21. 2023
~ Placed First~
Fear is a Liar Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Sotto Poet