Long Soundness Poems
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In the agonizing sightlessness of the dark,
she crawls to regain her consciousness
and balance the scales where two minds
live inside her very core...one defiant, livid
with a sudden vile anger flung unto beloved kin--
The other granting joy's luster through her
kind nature, endowing an essence rosy
as morning petals-- oh cheerful, vigorous
amid the outburst of rain.
Until she swings like a pendulum, ghastly
once more, tearing hours into unbearable screams...
at fault is the one charged of insolence,
while her half-part shrinks behind a dainty veil
But that makes two of them ,
one face ripping the other...muddled, desperate
in life's torment uncertain if she
is dangling back and forth where mother moon
leads the way to the path of soundness, graciously.
Maureen McGreavy's The I of the Storm
12/5/2018
I have nothing to offer you but my love
She knew the promise was true
Her heart liked the dark hair boy
Still in his youth he was beautiful
But simple beauty is not enough
Love is a chance a gamble
What will love for the sake of love bring?
Security? Safety? Soundness?
She kissed the young man with the boyish face
There will be other loves
You will get over me
Tears can cry inside your soul
A heart of flesh can harden into stone
She won't be my love
She needed more than a promise
More than a chance
More than a gamble
More than hope
She needed more than my love
And my love evaporated into the mist of loneliness
My love left even me
By Tanvir Mostafa
Where are our those days, where is our lost society?
What we behold right now—is it the proper system of community?
Does goodness prevail or exist in the mid of us really?
We find soundness of reason and justice only occasionally.
Many a poet says the world is the right place for love and peace,
But perhaps that thought belonged to their own time, not this..
This is the time of anarchy, violence, and indiscipline,
We find people talk about problem and suffering.
Now people deal with science and technology,
But many noble souls died for their ideology..
People in this modernity, with what they have, can’t remain happy, Their restless minds still chase a missing harmony.
How can I embrace the sayings of poets?
Instead of love and peace, the world is a place of riots.
Deadly weapons are made to put an end to lives,
As if only hatred and bloodshed survive.
© 2025 All rights reserved.
(I'm Virgo sun/Taurus moon, both earth signs)
My sun and moon in earth means I require
a stable and terrestrial atmosphere.
As constant as the seasons, I adhere
to courses set; I rarely veer or tire;
I’m self-composed and seldom prone to ire,
for salt of earth has soundness I revere.
And if into a cloud I disappear,
my feet grow roots, and ground is their desire.
Of fire, air and water I have little.
Oh yes, I love to venture into water,
but saner is the land, where I belong.
I cannot fathom those who speak in riddle;
they are of the air, but I’m Earth’s daughter.
Though passion’s flame may burn me, I stay strong.
For Leonora Galinta's Poem with a Theme: Zodiac Sign
For nette onclaud's Contest:
Zodiac Zones
Tu Amor Está En la Memoria
Delicate is this precious gift called life
You are in my heart then and still are.
And there are a hundred reasons,
I still speak as if you are right here.
Delicate is this precious gift called life
bound only as once, one chance.
As death may come, no clues, no signs.
each day, live, the freedom of life.
You are in my heart then and still are,
with words that comforted me in my pains
And your hug is warm and just gentle
bringing back the soundness of love.
And there are a hundred reasons,
I will not forget the places we have been.
Appreciating anything that comes in between
reminding me everyday, to keep praying.
I still speak as if you are right here
as if you have not left few years now.
Even when I am confused and mad
like the breeze of May, you remain calm.
Your love is in my memory.
© Olive Eloisa Fraser
October 27, 2025 @ 14:02
Hear my plea… consider truth’s earnestness
Bringing to your ear this factual soundness:
I’m Hell --- a prison of endless darkness
Where misery’s gloom prevails in blackness
Due to sufferings, despair, hopelessness
Leaving the guilty in their sins’ fierceness.
Listen to my voice from this dark juncture
Echoing warning midst urgent posture:
I’m Hell --- a place of eternal torture
With restlessness’ angst and despair-puncture
Sealing the faithless in their doomed future
Midst cruel hatred’s defiant gesture.
Acknowledge my vocal predicament
Loudly clear despite painful sentiment:
I’m Hell --- a cell of everlasting torment
Expressing death's wailing every moment
As sorrows, anguish, woe wildly lament
With constant gnashing of teeth engagement.
Consider my call from this space, unlit
Since radiance of Scriptures does not quit:
I’m Hell --- a dungeon where there’s no exit
And each one slides toward bottomless pit
Struggling to reach foot stool summit
Yet never to taste freedom’s air a bit.
Neglect not my admonition’s love-guides
Which one in his self-righteousness derides:
I’m Hell --- lake of fire* where God’s wrath abides
Unreached by His mercy, while His grace hides
There, worms die not, with pleas’ screams at all sides
Along unheard prayers … deserving chides.
I welcome you in my darkest manner
When you flee from the perfect Pardoner:
I’m Hell ---waiting each one who’s pride-winner
Bearing “You’re forever condemned” banner
Verdict to the claim, “I’m not a sinner”
Rejecting grace midst selfishness’ dinner.
Decide now… from my drowning blackness, flee
Choose life; against darkness’ grip and be free:
I’m Hell *--- with my gruesomeness you can see
Trust Christ the Saviour and you can miss me
Have faith in Him Who died at Calvary
Resurrected to bring you Heaven’s glory.
*Revelation 20:14 And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death.
January 24, 2022
Verse 1
Epitaph for a Shy Guy
He spoke in secrets ,shadows said so sweet,
A murmur,muted,on the main street.
His silence screamed a story,softly,slow,
A secret sparkle scarcely seen to glow.
The quietest voice was quote,we carefully
quote it still,
His peaceful presence,a perfect,peaceful
perfect pill.
Verse 2.
Epitaph for the Baadjievanger (1)
He snared,the swift,sly,silver-tongued
salesman,
Who wove his webs, winning with wit,when
the world began.
His dreams were a dream, a dazzling dreadful
disaster,
He caught all the cash,moving closer,then
faster.
The final fool fell for fate's false flatter,
His promises proven dust, do they even
matter?
Baadjievanger-A hanger-on,a scammer,opportunist, trickster
Verse 3.
Epitaph for the king of Bling
Here lies a life lined with lovers and
loudness,
A silver sky sparkling several sounds of
stunning soundness.
He wore gold gleaming,his soul's silver song,
But glitter's gone,grandeur's gone,a glimmer
gone gone.
The final flash has faded,a silent, sober
state so swift,
His most mighty magnificence,a memory's
miserable myth.
Verse 4.
Epitaph For the Great Tycoon
A power prince,he piled profits past
the planet's peak,
He bought bank buildings and a billion
bank notes for a break,.
His grip on gold,greatest of governments,
gloomed so grand,
But all his stocks and shares now sleep
beneath the same sand.
He made millions and a mountain of material
money,
Yet mortal making means memory's most
melancholy morning.
Verse 5
Epitaph for a gangster
Here lies a life lived fast and loud,
A silent shadow in the subway street crowd.
His guns are silent,glory's grave,
A kingpin's kingdom nothing could save.
The darkest deeds now dust and dream,
only the diamond death did secretly seam.
Verse 6
Epitaph for a Drunkard
He drank the day,he drained the darkest
dram,
A storm of spirits, slurring slam,
He found his freedom in the fluid flow,
His journey's joke, the bottle's bitter
blow.
The final bar is closed,the tab is settled low,
He's now not near the nectar nor the glass's
glow
Oh, dear Sparrow! Fallen still
Softly feathered where you lay
As of a soldier gently eased
To sleep in dreams away
Whose dying wish was lost, was lost
In wars of yesterday
Your folded wings are nestled close
Your uniform unmarred
There is no stain upon your coat
Nor mark upon your bars
It seems from battle you emerged
Without a battle scar
For there you are composed, serene
Your earthly visage calm
No sign of struggle or of strife
No specter of alarm
Nor outward damage I can see –
Within, then, be the harm
Where broken wounds internalize
Beyond the battlefield
Where kamikaze skirmishes
Could not survive the steel
And solid soundness of the pane
Which from you did not yield
To you then, fallen warrior
In tribute, hear my prayer –
That you may soar unbounded, free
With worry none, nor care
In everlasting flight on wings
As virtual as air –
Divorcing the Darkness
Divorce me from the evil thoughts
because thoughts become one's ways
When a thought festers and brews
the stench of its action lets deadly poison spew.
Leave me stranded far away from the darkness
that reaches out and destroys the sole.
Rather place me in the very center of the light
that makes the human spirit glow.
If I grumble or if I complain
give me the grace to understand the darkness is insane.
Pureness of heart and soundness of mind,
come infuse my spirit and be you my bride!
We have a light to share with another
and a responsibility to pass the light to our brother!
I summoned sorrow to swallow my soul whole and save it from its sinister solitude.
I stared at the stars sailing against a surf of sunless skies.
I spoke to the sleek sand in soft whispers, entrusted my secrets to its slithery dance.
I sank with a scene of a silent starry sky into a silky sea of soundness.
And my spirit surrendered to the serene song of the swell to shield my psyche from the screeches of this senseless city.
* * *
Suddenly,
I've been reminded of the truth:
So solid & devastating.
The sea is distant from this city;
I'm only staring at the ceiling,
Sparkling salt water streaming from both eyes.
Strange how the darkness of this place seduces one to lose oneself in fantasies
of soaring up towards a starry space . . .