Long Grandiosity Poems
Long Grandiosity Poems. Below are the most popular long Grandiosity by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Grandiosity poems by poem length and keyword.
Their is a God.In flesh we will not see his face.However we will see pieces of him in mother natures face. Natures aqua I indulge in, purity of his being and grace .I take a gander at shallow but deep water, and I nearly catch a glimpse of his face. A image we can not trace, looking into water searching for oddities timidly twinkling behind image of self, in mirror of water. Obfuscated by rays of sun complicating images reflected into water and image of water reflected in soul.None can be clearly perceived,that is mystery,that is the hidden God in all, you and me flower and tree, all covered by hazy mist to guard and separate ,what is and what is not to be know.For reasoning beyond comprehensions and perception.The hands of leaves graciously applaud and sings for a kingdom unknown or shown.A land that is inconceivable beyond feeble flesh and bone perhaps a place where every humans faith may or may not be etched in stone,but for certain we don't walk alone. The hands of leaves sings his song with grandiosity. Singing in code alongside hymns of enchanting species on earth. Songs we are told, but never told to be understood for our own good.If other wise we would all be doomed,for instance God blessed us with geniuses and we make weapons of mass destruction. Why should he unveil more mysteries and knowledge? To cause more malice and destruction? Animals and nature, chant songs of spiritual secrets, worldly an beyond secrets.This knowledge the forbidden fruit, only to suit the beings of another realm but still connecting us to it in ways the flesh can bear.If trees,birds and all of nature could talk human languages, mysteries would be no more. What happens when a bright light flashes in front your eyes? Don't you briefly lose sight? what happens when a loud horn blows in your ear doesn't it ring? The same concepts and effects applys with the high volumes and inconceivable power of our God and mysteries that follow. Imagine the the sounds, the sight and the feeling of the life beyond do you think the flesh can bear or withstand such insurmountable grandeur.The wind so much like God its never seen.The wind so much like God its effects are seen, but still remains invisible.The wind carry's breath death things of all volumes and that which feeble flesh cant perceive,I BELIEVE THE WIND IS GOD..... WHAT DO YOU THINK EINSTEIN.....
BY: Elliott Bowe
This cosmos, indisputably is a sheer wonder
We cannot but bow before its grandeur
To what strange terrains it does open its doors
And what secrets are hidden beneath the stars
Man has ever been impelled by an existential curiosity
To probe into its mysteries, struck by its grandiosity
Many theories have evolved about its nature and birth
Scientific truths and assumptions are never in dearth
Some assume that from the merciless emptiness sans light,
From the deep silence of the horrendous night,
Universe emerged with the bang of hammers
On the anvils of eons thundering like firecrackers
There arose abruptly a gas cloud burst of inexorable force
And life emerged from stardust, our energy source.
While this is what the exponents of Big Bang assert,
Life, from a cosmic egg was hatched, some others purport
No doubt, this universe is an infinite stretch of lattice
Woven in the loom through billions of years by gratis
As the wheels turned and as the fires burned
Through cosmic vapor the first atom was churned
Thus, over the eons, life here has flourished
And with man’s wisdom and efforts it got nourished!
Galaxies are scattered in infinite space
And our planet Earth is well balanced in place
After the day’s vigil, when the mighty sun sets
The moon and the stars take over on their night shifts
Multitudinous stars glitter and twinkle, a wondrous sight
As branching chandeliers shedding luminous light
Sure, some extra-terrestrial hand has set the Earth in tune
And everything needed to hold life is benevolently strewn
Just as this universe was born, it would one day die
With all the planets, stars, and starlets of the sky
Who can predict how it is going to end
With a bang or whimper, or is the end impend?
Man’s existential curiosity continues to make him ponder
And he stands totally aghast in endless wonder!
Dec.26.2022
~ Placed First~
Pick This or That Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Edward Ibeh
I see you walking on the beach
with the shyness of a kite,
toes gripping the sand with eyes that float
to the ends of the sea - tell me
(why do you look to the stars, love,
when we are more amazing?)
There are dreams
within dreams
in merely the sheen
of your crystal clear eyes
Yet with each breathless sigh
I can hear you hesitate
(...lunar cycles, she coolly states,
we are but a phase...)
Tell me, dear, where else
do the heavens find themselves trapped
but in your gaze?
Does not the Sun give us light each day?
(the Sea itself takes time to lick our feet,
as vast as she is, despite how we treat
her -- she comes back again,
nevertheless)
Is the Grass, as green as it is,
aware of its sheen?
Do the Miraculous Butterflies
long to metamorphosize yet again
(or are we the only creatures who dream?)
Do the Mountains boast of their grandiosity,
their towering tallness?
(why then, do we meek and mild, feel embarrassed
over our smallness?)
Take me back to the time
when all of these things were gods
and we were merely chattel,
(just the remains of a celestial battle)
the forgotten residue
----is that You?
An afterthought of a careless god
from cradle to grave?
We were unchained long ago,
yet still think we're slaves...
--
sitting on the hoods of our cars,
wishing upon shooting stars,
thinking love is somewhere out there
beyond the clouds or perhaps even the ether
And yet it's neither
It's right HERE
As tangible as the question
lying in our reflection--
(the truth committing suicide
on our tongues)
We'll conquer every mountain, every sea,
travel beyond the farthest galaxy...
...before we ever contemplate
the miracle of You and Me
Behold the pulchritude overhead exalts to about a spread.
It is o full swift which greatly outstrips thunder and gale added,
Yet ocular to sigh from more than a score of hillocks afar.
It is yet not as harefooted as my head can proceed thinking,
Wending in raining sands anyway in the world; I am, warping.
Eclipsing, rising flowering is stalking to a lightning hark.
Fit ratherish hebetates the wit seeing the fleeting on-dit.
Wights excitedly get unaware and err without a merit.
Thunderstorm is a marvel, a thrill, and opposite to a pit.
To expand the concept in top glass, I can only compound it
To a bit, as Oak's nether jut loud rackets; I lief bracket it
To daunted lit fibrils in an electric, animated chit.
Grandiosity and haste of german "Blitz" allure me pretty,
Puffing sinew of great intensity as exit gratefully.
No wonder Homer, a sage, enkindled Zeus with it slatefully.
Withal, Gandalf scragged up a demon by a bolt, hit it fatefully.
I fumble in night to kiss spits heard in my inner olio.
To fancy, a mountain of clouds on the stratosphere sits and flows.
Ergo, zenith and nadir fascinate each other, pitch and tow.
Lightning is jars of macedoines of grits afloat as dominoes.
A scad of millesimals in a galaxy: shrunk, shot, and blows.
Such dragons breathe snows wee of infinitesimal ratio,
So snows sock the gullible cherub in me so as hue arrows.
A bolt o real as it speeds, is so so vivid; No nod, it glows.
A man tranquil in a head, able or wicked, it's good to know,
Mental heaven to if it is full facile to trow; Thor follows.
Form:
Days are much concrete at times, with a soul too obtuse.
Nothing happens inside ,to calm down a pain, or to diffuse
I let the faces, I love the most, leave, one by one
And waited for the heavy curtains of oblivion
To end everything, every pain and sorrow.
An exposed love is nothing but an open space
For inflicting fresh wounds, heartache to grow.
An identified hardships of an indigent emotion
Egregious reason of a rather volatile passion.
Bright, white clouds in the blue sky float by...
Float by delightfully, without any hesitation
I saw the clouds, and wanted to clean the sky
with a handkerchief, whitest of the kind.
To wipe out the clouds,
And
To wipe out the suffocations of all stories untold
To fix an inevitable state of delirium, of mind.
I felt my vulnerability then,
As these attempts led me to a conclusive moment
Where clouds were forcing and merging , altogether
With this fine, delicate fabric of mine,
and overshadowing the high-rise buildings of downtown
Stopping the signals, crosswalks and all other progressions.
Only it was me who was left there, alone…
With a tremendous grandiosity, a lavish consecrate note
To drag a shattered , devastated body to carry on
And an astonishing hopeful mind
To venture,
To triumph
Holding a white piece of distraction
To mediate the measurement of the depth of the sky.
I paused for a moment.
As I needed the handkerchief badly.
After the daydreaming is over.
I remember being there
And everything I thought
Became a reality around me
Everything I felt was an emotion around me
Everything I wanted became fates helping hand
I remember being there
The echoes of me
I would not say a word it would just happen
It would just be
It would just feel
In all divinity
In all perfection
In all entirety
I'd want ice cream
Everyone else would crave it
I would put on a black shirt so would the whole world
I would think a happy though
There would be laughter outside my window and down the hall
I remember all these echoes
All these realities
All these visions
All these pieces of some other place
Just like a dream but stuck in side of me
I remember it like yesterday
Wish you would
But it’s different now
It’s different now
Wanting to recreate it
To taste it
To have it again
To be there
In the perfection of my spotlight of the echoes of my
The spell of my individuality becoming the one
That everything echoes
Just for like a week
And then the spotlight slides subtly and the crime scene is lost on me
Echoes
Echoes echoes of me
Mansions of puzzles I wont explain
So you can be surprise when it happens
Colors and angels of my ride
You won’t want to miss
Hidden in my soul
They sing about in the music
It’s me
It’s me
They are my echoes of my thought
Of my emotion
Of my tears and fears and grandiosity
They are all echoes of me
Walking down the street,
With both eyes closed,
I remain on this path,
Completely unopposed,
That is the nature of grandiosity,
I may not be alone,
But nobody can touch me,
Trudging down this road,
It is obvious to me,
That each step takes my love,
Further away from thee,
That with every frustration,
Every word I swallowed down,
Another deep line,
Appeared in my frown,
You were never enough,
Or you were far too much for me,
Every time you speak,
My body will freeze,
Because when I tally the score,
Even you can see,
That the responsibility,
Doesn’t belong to me,
What’s wrong with my tally?
All my points are true,
Yet at the end of the day,
I don’t know you,
Or is that simply the lie,
I tell to myself,
To avoid the reality,
To keep you on the shelf,
Of all my trophies,
You were the most tarnished,
So I couldn’t appreciate,
The things you varnished,
And each and every time,
I tried to polish you,
The hurt was necessary,
It was the cost that was due,
I keep all my coins,
Close to my chest,
I don’t owe a cent,
I am inadvertently blessed,
My instincts all exist,
In the appropriate places,
Despite what is written,
On all of their faces,
I know I must start,
A whole new journey,
To find fulfillment,
To finally be worthy,
Yet I understand life,
Better than most,
Which is why in the end,
This must be your fault.
And I talk to her heart of delight, and she shudders to think elsewhere
The purchase of her soul, enlightened over here
She has a glass face, so smooth like porcelain
Created by a master-smith, not an extrinsic villain
Open minded heart, that of delight my friend
Loving like no other, that which depends
Centered onto my own life force, she enters my life
Crafted with a perfected twinge, to complete me my wife
A single inkling of power, she shares it within me
She works within the hour, sublime it can be
Fascinating she brings, a lovely harpsichord
Beauty deep within, the chorus and the chord
Superimposed grandiosity, livened inside of me
She sleeps onto my shoulder, her being is what I see
Softly and gently she moves, covering my tenderness
She creates motion, and has loveliness
Come to me my sweetheart, live a little with me
You can surface each emotion, surely you can be
Directly honored by your immensity
I direct my heart towards divinity
Lovingly we control our destiny, over the tops of our delight
She showers us both with love, and the hope of life is in sight
And to this our love is shown
Like the greatest ever star known
Russell Sivey
Contest: Lyrics to Le Jardin d'Adonis
Sponsor: craig cornish
5/20/2013
The hailings in the coridor of corruption
to the echoes of silence in the streets
Sirens whispering tales of wars
marines marching on looted lots
Justice is strangled by corrupt claws
Listen to the thunderstorm of civil lies
Masses keep mute in the well of woes
dreaming of dead democratic dividends
Ghosts pay the piper in Abuja malls
Poor traders dance naked in Alaba markets
The mother hen crows in the mourning
Our golden eggs are in one battered basket...
Strangers preen in the pomp of power
Danger sleeps on the lawn of loyal lies
Listen to the tales of ego from the west
He beats his chest with his tied claws
Echoes of error ran the errand quickly
gushing out of the gutter of grandiosity...
He belongs to nobody and picks nobody
Somebody actually belongs to somebody
I do not know the poultry she belongs
His living room and kitchen are his choice
She is confined to care, clean and cook...
Why bury the glow of the golden egg
washing down the wealth in her womb?
Why rock heaven's roof with tantrums?
She is not just the bed sinner of your world
but the queen of all golden layers
and players
even if she belongs to the other room.
Kaleidoscope of a rainbow's hope,
realizations of grandiosity from a splendorous mount-
A looking glass for a peace, alas,
crystallization of beauty from an azure fount.
Sunset hues of yellow and white,
with a splash of Prussian in rain's delight-
Contrasts of the day and night
with a flash of a lover's fantasy sight.
Spectrum dreams, not as it seems,
continuous light shines with fervor's gleam-
A rift of a cliff of a twilit stream,
clashes with reverie’s majestic supreme.
I've seen the beauty held in
a rainbow's desire, as the rain ends with sangria fire-
Releasing all the glow acquired with the flow,
glistened tints of pink sapphire.
Palatial sprays in canary ways are believed to
shower life with nectar,
my medallion stays on my porch
these days, and receive nourishment from a
butterfly collector.
Chartreuse and cobalt
with a splash of honeyed hazel shimmer,
brings abstruse beauty with a flash
of lovely palatial glimmer.
Date Written: February 13, 2017