Midpoint Poems | Examples

No life, No death

Oh death
The fear of countless souls 
I adore your kiss
I need you close
When will we meet?
When shall you come?

It's too long a wait
Please come tonight 
I don't know you
I know life is a tsunami
Perhaps you can rescue me
Where shall we meet?

Oh life
The lover of the lifeless 
I've honored your presence 
I gave you my all
Why you misled me, lover?
Why toss me into lava?

It's too long a wait 
Get out of my sight
It's as if I know you
I heard that death is a fortune
You ruthlessly fried my liver
No time for reversal

Better the joy from dying
Worse the misery from living 
Free my feet from tight shoes
My toes from hammering heat
I can hear the darkness sing
Better the joy! Worse the misery!

Oh life and death
You're all my friends
Like the sheep sharing a shepherd
Fighting firmly on the loose land —
Dear earth, why you betrayed me?
Dear hell, how will you come?

With a billion eyes, I've tasted
The two colors yearning for balance
The lovely world into balance
I need no life
I need no death
I need a midpoint!

The River

Meet me at the River of Hope,
where everything is achievable
simply by trusting in powers above.

Meet me at the Entrance of Forgiveness,
where we can let go of our wrongdoings
and embrace the bright side of our companionship.

Meet me at the River of Memory,
where we can reminisce about moments shared
and see for ourselves that our life has been beautiful with us.

If we cannot meet at any of these rivers,
at least meet me at the midpoint where our paths cross.

SOOTHED BY DEFEAT

My opinion is an option
Their preferences a mandate
Our midpoint an ambiguity 
The victory tastes bitter
Only the failure feels better

I then call it an intriguing skin
They name it an awkward scene
The softer tissues on touch
An awful sensation in view
Hearing the rooster roaring 

We all deserve no contempt
By integral effort attainable 
For every purpose one intends
On the prowess one and all have
Leading all of us complacent 

Afterwards evolves serial concerns
The triumph is like a strong poison
What this conquest by me?
The defeat is a solid medicine
Why should I surrender?


I ultimately subdue their sensations 
As they intimately soothe my tissues
We share the devotion, not hostility 
We act empathic without negligence 
And the rooster keeps roaring

When Summer is Gone

When Summer is gone along with substantial flowers,
a lingering memory, I wonder “were you here at all?”

It will only be, in each new Spring reviving,
that the iris near the tear duct blooms.

When Summer is gone and leaves float downstream
blains renew with a chill in the air,

and the maples and oaks lose
their grief stricken hues.

When Summer is gone, that means Spring too,
then Fall is the midpoint so far from you,

as the years yield their acorn pelts
I pumpkin-kiss and miss you.

When Summer is gone and the “I love you,” is silent,
in the deep drifts of the Winter white blanket,

still I hear your motherly voice in the wind,
emphatically reap your snowdrop smile.

Fragments Landed Here

fRaGmEnTs
landed HERE
  in time for
the twilight of
  life

…where
percussive villains
perform on
a global stage
as glowing slime
slithers
through one
  mendacious midpoint
  at a time &
earth's spectacles
    observe
obscene pentacles
grind down
    fragmented souls
battling blustery trolls
    blowing ghoulish gusts
    amidst charming
charmonia
dancing
      the
    cha-cha-cha
on a shipwreck
shouting...

        OFF->TO->THE->RACES-->
          going off
                     the Rails
  in an utterly unforgiving
                    tunnel
                    leading to
                    untimely
                    ter
                      mi
                          na
                            tion

Friendship

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           Friendship sails across harsh waves, Undaunted, 
                ~  only at the midpoint of the word 

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But Weight, There's More

I’ve hit a bit of a plateau;
the weight is now coming off slow.
It’s not that I’m lazy;
it’s just kinda crazy
thinking I’ve got ten more pounds to go!


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Can't complain - it has gone really much better than expected! Weighed 249 on October 26th, and weight 212.5 this morning. The goal weight is 202, the midpoint of the "normal" BMI range for a 6'6" person...

How Does Joy Anoint

How does joy anoint flowing sneeze
When does the tumbler fall
What’s the trigger of stress release
Pull of joyful bliss squall 

Though heart is the centre
Pure of thought may enter
Grace divine our mentor

Where lies scent midpoint 
How does joy anoint

22-December-2021
Quietus

Where Lies Midpoint of Rapture

we weigh and size
joy surprising
no wiser now

25-November-2020

Balance Between Life's Extremes

Ah middle octave's musical note C,
Balancing left-right hands, a resting point,
And marked white all over the central key-
Piano players do as it appoint.
 And beginners' first lesson, middling joint ,
Watering hole for fingers to return,
To, a lesson of a lifetime to learn,
That life's opposites tend to dwell extreme,
A rudder that wont let life wide off turn,
Buddha's midpoint of poise rising like cream!



10.13.2020

Vbt Practice 78 of 112

Shocking consciousness out of stupor
To get to divine realms upper!

Immersing ourselves in both pleasure & pain
Rotating sensations with nonchalant disdain

Dwelling not upon any one extreme
Flowing through sensations as in a dream

In stillness sanguine
We determine

The centre between the two!
Therein abide and self renew

This practice takes the aid of sensory organs we treasure
Rotating, recognising & resting at midpoint of pain & pleasure

Where does the sensation arise
Having arisen, how does it rise
Having risen, how does it subside 
Having subsided, where does it hide

So is it then, the complex made easy?
Which layer of hue makes us light & breezy?

06-October-2020

In the Night

In the middle night,
in middle America — a small tremor,
not enough to scare the cat,
but the cat knew, and it told the mice
who lived in the walls.
‘It wasn’t us’, they said.

A mess on my desk.
The thin vase with its lone chrysanthemum
toppled.

Spilled water printing a figure,
smudged ink on my poem fragment
 — moth shaped,
and in the middle
a human form - man-moth?

I saw my cortical cortex
sliced for microscopic examination.

I envisioned giant wings landing
on a tiny earth planet. 

I thought of ripple effects,
how all things run to the middle
when tremors threaten.

Across the midpoint of the rug
the cat has fallen asleep.

The ink-image crawls away.
its wet wings drooping.
I push it back to the
middle.
Fragmented poetry
should stay where I abandon it.

One night I dreamt of flying
through my own head –
I was a small light
in the middle of an endless blackness.
Strangely I was glad to be the center of nothing at all.

Then from my small light a deep voice intoned
as if it were a large mouse in a full moon:
it said:
middle,
middle,
middle.

Divinity Chosen

Do three dimensions,
preclude a fourth

Does pointing toward South,
prevent being North 

Is now just the midpoint,
between future and past

Does the freedom to choose,
leave all nature aghast

Is one and one two,
if one is in doubt

Are the whole or its parts,
what this world is about

Are Creation and Physics,
at war with themselves

Is Divinity chosen
—willed unto one self

(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: July, 2019)

I Miss You

I Miss You...

Like high school tennis practice after classes
at the midpoint of May; so at the peak
of blurry vision owing foggy glasses
owing a humid leak (of which I won’t speak
lest my knees weakly wobble, side to side,
as they did when Coach Notis would tell us
what failed to kill us - when nobody died
or tripped over lines of his murderous 
suicide drill - was done incorrectly -
which in turn led me to question this 
passion of mine, stern and directly,
returned to me answered configured like this:
Why risk your manhood and furrier balls
for something where love all means nothing at all?).

The Magic of March

So, March will be here one short week from now,
   and I, for one, am counting the few days,
   for she will lead us into springtime's phase
where soon we'll see that winter will avow

to end its hold just one day at a time,
   so snow-filled days won't last for very long.
   While tree buds stir, await the new spring song,
each day rewards with warmer temps that climb. 

Soon after though, she shall become a queen,
   when vernal equinox will crown her 'Spring',
   and claim her day, March twentieth, then swing
to work full force and spread her lovely green.

Day one of fall to spring...six months in all,
   with winter in between as the midpoint;
   but only March provides the promised joint
that links up to the magic of spring's call.

Although, sometimes, a lioness in part,
   with gusty winds, or even blizzard snow...
   since winter's not too happy to let go...
she'll leave, meek as a lamb, for April's start.
 

Sandra M. Haight

~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Judged: 03/02/2019

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