Minutest Poems | Examples

Strength Does Not Always Roar

Fragility is quite a strength
just as the crucial bumblebees’ breath
Perhaps not only titularly
gentleness is stronger than severity . . .

Channeling Emily Dickinson : To be a feather in a holocaust
– hope, sewn in the soul, sings the song needed most

A minor thought on regeneration : To regrow the leg the mantis lost
– a marvel on a molecular level - most miraculous

Of majestic beauty : To behold the fragile snowflake - winter’s impetus
– intricate masterpieces exist in the microscopic and minutest

Plant power is undisputed : To reap lemongrass’ healing gifts
– behold a beloved botanical treasure of abundant benefits

Quantity trumps quality when better suited : To cut out the mountains through erosive agency
– water as a weatherer works wondrously

Sources of energy : From the brilliant and prodigious mitochondrion - a natural wonder
to the multifaceted palm frond - suitable as tinder

It can certainly be said that, in the slight
one can perceive preternatural might
So, as the Scots say, “while we breathe we hope”
and our delicate operatives firmly stay a-float

Hi

It happens whenever I see you
My heart takes a flight to the moon
Outside I pretend not to notice
But inside does my essence attune
To the slightest movement of fingers
To a twirl or a twist at your hair
To the graceful way that you walk through the room 
To the minutest shift in a chair 
To your style in manner of speaking 
To your beautiful smile and face
And how my heart longs to be with you
In time, in motion, in space

Once There Was a Love

I do not, even, erroneously think,
It's in infidelity that our life-boat did sink;
An infatuation might be; or like magnet,
A pull from east or west pole, got set;
The love that palm-tree-like I considered,
Got uprooted as though termite-eaten shed;
Was there, like within sand hidden, sword-like stone?
Did  within in our smiles hide some bitterness unknown?
Wasn't life, like clear-stream, flawlessly flowing?
Why, minds, yet, recklessly, like tempests, blowing?
Never you seemed to show minutest of anger,
Why then, within this sudden noisy clangor?
Did I withhold any little of your self-esteem?
Or did I doom any of your highly-held dream?
Or, like men irresponsible, who neglect their duties,
Did I lack commitment in esteem your beauties?
Seasons raid; weathers invade; flowers fade;
Isn’t, yet, we bride and groom for each other made?
If hypocrisy prevails our hearts, let's not call it love;
Love is selfless and unconditional; gift from above...!


10 October 2022
Inspired by a song - Once There Was A Love Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul

Suspension of Belief

Are lingering sighs, while expressing disbelief
Showing some frustration ere welcome relief,
With sincere, rapt attention to what it entails
Carefully absorbing the minutest of details,
Sometimes with the aid of a silk handkerchief.

Then, too, observing the most foolish mischief
Showing itself in a variety of impetuous motif
Sending one off the straight and narrow rails,
                                        Are lingering sighs.

A heavy sigh can denote suspension of belief
Or registering information requiring a debrief, 
To assure utmost security from whatever assails
Attention-getting, to be sure, notice never fails,
Quite different from sudden breath-taking grief 
                                        Are lingering sighs.

Our Carriage Propeller

“It's minutest strand is not in our hands."


We traverse the day,
Our engines set in motion and fuelled by it, 
We retire to bed,
Like a parked vehicle,
All our mechanisms come to a halt,
Oblivious of anything else,
We switch to another world, 
A door is opened,
A part of us walks through it,
Our vehicles rev up by its fuel,
After a transient sojourn,
Our vehicles are set in
 motion for another adventure,
We move and race with time,
On and on,
Over and over,
The parts become weak,
The joints go out of place,
We repair, replace and reassemble,
Until it finally stops,
It breaks down completely,
It has fulfilled its purpose.



February 24, 2022.
F Form - Free Verse - New Poetry Contest
Constance La France
Life

Life : a Tremendous Possibility

Life is like, 
A Snake in an eagle nest. 
Life is alike,
A worker at its best. 
Life is like, 
A torch bearer with no rest. 
Life is alike, 
A long distance runner who is not exhausted. 
Life is like, 
A prophet at its mightiest. 
Life is alike, 
A navigator who loves to go the longest. 
Life is like, 
A narrator who explains in its shortest. 
Life is alike, 
A predator who attacks at its deadliest. 
Life is like, 
A teacher at its greatest. 
Life is alike, 
The beauty of nature in its minutest. 
Life is like, 
A doctor who serves without rest. 
Life is alike, 
A pearl at its deepest. 
Life is like, 
A king who rules at its hardest. 
Life is alike , 
A beggar who stands as the modest. 
Life is like, 
A goal to be reached at its earliest. 
Life is alike, 
In all form the fittest, the richest and the mightiest.

Never Dare

Don't ever! 
For the minutest fragment
of a second
think 
he's better than I.
You're not wrong 
to your scale 
by your own measure.
The darkness you beheld, 
treading its clear paths;
its schemes you bloomed;
well enough,
kept the early stars 
in gloom.
Your seed soared.
The rightful's place 
kept in the tunnel 
in wait for the light.
The Source faded,
and so their hopes.
You never retired.
Till Today,
the place of the Source
you crave for him;
you value so dear.
He's better than I 
you are tempted to think.
But 
Never Dare! 
For the firm resolve 
of a determined soul,
You have no idea.

I Am

Ponder me - I'm the best poetic expression, my father had wrote.

Awful me - I'm the depth of calmness, an eye of storm shows.

Fearful me - I'm the lord of darkness, residing beneath the light.

Cheerful me - I'm the light of lightness, children adore to hug.

Joyful me - I'm the pleasure of a new born, when motherly angel nears.

Wishful me - I'm the wise of the wisest, like showering grace of sun.

Colourful me - I'm the blush of the rose, picked and worn in romance.

Tearful me - I'm the cry of the heaven, drowning the earth of hope.

Blissful me - I'm the minute of the minutest, allowed to wander in this world.

Humble me falling into the pit of ignorance
Boasting myself, for impressions in distant hearts.


Third Place in I AM: A LIST BIO CHALLENGE Poetry Contest sponsored by Andrea Dietrich

Covid War - Ink

To conquer the kingdom, vainly he tried
Her minutest army ready for siege
Oh, the flying flu booming like a phage
Begging on his knees, for kindness he cried.



(The struggle between human and nature written in the backdrop of Corona Virus threat )



Third Place in Kind Ink Poetry Contest sponsored by charles messina

Gently Combing Golden Locks

An ethereal vision
    Iridescent her hues 
        Locks of spun gold
A mermaid I'm told

This mythical creature
from Atlantis it's been said
    In the blink of an eye
        In the minutest breath
           In the tenderest heart beat
I was feeling bereft

Did I really catch a glimpse   
or was it wishful thinking
Searching the horizon 
with eyelids a blinking

No signs were left
    There was nothing - no inkling

As searching in vain 
For proof she had been there
    upon some distant rocks
        gently combing golden locks

21st September 2019

Contest Name:	MERMAIDS 
Sponsor: Line Gauthier

Contest Strand Select 10
Sponsor Brian Strand 
HONOURABLE MENTION

Convicted Heart

My heart*, wholly convicted by God’s holy writ
Earnestly confesses its stubborn arrogance
Humbly acknowledging haughtiness’ engagements
Abased against futile glory-seeking pursuits.

This heart is now open to the Lord’s scrutiny
Surrendered for His gracious sanctification
Believing that nothing is hidden from His eye
Since He alone discerns the minutest intents.

With my cleansed, pardoned heart, I worship my Saviour
Esteeming Him with gratitude’s joyful praises
By His tender mercy and gracious compassion
Here’s my yielded heart, willing to serve with faith’s might.

*Proverbs 19:21 There are many devices in a man's heart; nevertheless the counsel of the LORD, that shall stand. 

June 8, 2019

Windhoek, 2000

Windhoek, 2000

Nabucodonosor! thou shouldst be living at this epoch:
Namibia hath desire of thee: she is a quagmire
Of quiet rainwaters: slab, blade, and cage,
Inglenook, the courageous fortune of manor and retreat,
Have sacrificed their primeval culture talent.

But those who came before us will teach us. 
They will teach us from the wisdom of former generations.
When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago.
But looking back we do not find what we left behind.
Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real
Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by

Until all our emphasis befits
The creatures we used to be,
The gaffes we made in our lifetime.
Oh, if only we could see
What we are now that we were then?
May memory restore again and again
The tiniest tint of the minutest era:
Past is the school in which we learn,
Antiquity is the intensity in which we burn.

There's a realm of astuteness in our previous.
Our souls are lost and tossed like a ship unruddered in a shoreless sea.
Our lifecycle is a flair, a gift that only we can give. 
Why waste something so precious.

We Tried Time

we tried time

for many of our own discrepancies
there is not enough we bellowed
from cave to condominium
grabbed disrespectfully its minutest
portion and dragged it to court.

there is the job lined up, 
on the line or maybe in line 
the latest craze to master
 
the kinder need camp
planning for the future 
and must keep up with those Jones
whom ever they may be
no one has ever found them, yet.

untouched time moved on
as it always will
pitying we poor folks.

When Desires End

When desires end






An emptiness to my soul stings,
And treasured memories now haunt,
Heartache rhymes with mood swings,
As tears of grief constantly flaunt,
Tranquil in veins lays all my want.

Blooms of spring are now history,
Vibrant autumn blown by breeze,
Echoes and reflections end in mystery,
As the golden moments with time freeze,
Feelings of hurt can anyone squeeze ?

Those rosy paints that glowed in grace,
Sprouts of depression could not defend,
And ate throbbing hues to minutest trace,
A final point where all desires end,
Till body and soul advent an eternal blend.





Written August 13th, 2015
For contest by Francine Roberts

Entered now for "Sadness" poetry contest by Silent one 
Awarded 2nd place win

Give Me No Limits

Give me no limits





Limitless sky 
and vast ocean,
No boundaries 
breaths will follow,
Sunshine pierces
the minutest,
Moon brushes in sleep,
God created no limits!

Why should I 
His daughter,
follow any limits O man,
That you created 
just to subjugate ?

What to wear
When to laugh
Whom to talk
Making friends with
Why these limits ??

Putting a full stop 
to my thoughts,
No freedom 
of expression
or education,
Snatching rhythm
off my heartbeats,
Am I not human ?

Unacceptable are,
The narrow visions
that don't let us grow,
Gender inequality
that ought to raise a brow,
Don't measure my span
as I take a flight,
Care for my emotions
give me no limits !






Written August 5th, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For contest "Limits" by Chase trevi

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