Home » Poems » Pendulums

Pendulums Poems - Poems about Pendulums

Pendulums At My Feet

A conflagration rages within my being,
Looming over the tableau of woe at my feet.
Silken threads and ribbons tether their flight,
they opt for a divergent retreat from reality.

In a moment of frailty,
Taut sounds sway their desolation,
Erupt my apex, 
at least their visage will be frozen,
Statues of their inner torment.

My molten core whirls,
Glistening like quicksilver as my

Categories: pendulums, dark, death, evil, extended
Form: Free verse

Devotion Poem Entangled

for Jim)DEVOTION POEM - ENTANGLED.    (for Jim)

For me he’s The One.
As I’ve been for him 
   his Only One.
From the beginning when
Our fates embraced.

I listen to his breathing, while concerned,
He watches how well I’m moving.
Around him, I am a  verdant vine.
He rises near — as a braid of wildflowers

Categories: pendulums, love, marriage, mirror, science,
Form: Rhyme

Striking Pendulums

People made clocks 
Pendulums 
To strike like their hearts 
To live wall clocks 

People made clocks 
Pendulums 
Not striking 
Even to live clocks

Pendulums of people 
Not live like clocks 
Without striking

Categories: pendulums, adventure, conflict, people,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

On Pendulums and Rocking Horses History Is Made

While racing on the rocking horse of youth
Going nowhere closer to the sun or faster there 
When swinging pendulums from Democrat to Republican 
Age picks up the pace, in speed it keeps us in our place
Remains the same with nothing more than impressions on a carpet
Really,  there's no distance covered on the new republic

Categories: pendulums, abuse, corruption, judgement, political,
Form: Free verse

Pendulums

When I walked in I didn't know what to expect. 
Each room highlighted in light.
A oral tradition. To make ourselves at home upon request.
In reciprocation we do.
The rooms we gather in, the ones we walk past. 
The objects we fill to take up space.
The rooms a clear reflection of Spring.
The molding painted white.
I was told

Categories: pendulums, black african american, black
Form: Free verse

Pendulums

Time is a road.
We move forward and backwards;
sometimes we move at the same pace,
different speeds, while other times we collide.
Progressing or deteriorating as humans,
we're all travelers through time,
trying to understand how and why we are moving
up and about, like eternal pendulums.....

Categories: pendulums, humanity, imagery, journey, life,
Form: Free verse

Pendulums of Life

Pendulums of life

What cosmic engine drives them 'to',
But never 'to' and 'fro'?
Or, are they in other realms driven ‘back’
Just as in ours they are propelled ‘forth’?

To what celestial symphony do they waltz to,
As they grind our births into our deaths?
Tracing the loci of people’s destinies;
Each and every one

Why do youth we take for granted,
With no

Categories: pendulums, deep, destiny, imagination, life,
Form: Free verse

Humans Are Like Pendulums

Humans are like pendulums,
they swing from one mistake to the
next and then a crisis.

Categories: pendulums, humanity,
Form: Haiku

Banged Pendulums

Just when twilight and dawn finally mesh
in the quiet passage of breaths released...
there in that moment, I witness
a thousand wishes dancing
through the shadows of my mind,
each and every one in the form of chiaroscuro
marked by restless eclipses black to white.

The yearning streaks  of a journey
creating  long and endless days
as season's rhythms cross

Categories: pendulums, introspection, time,
Form: Lyric

Pinholes and Pendulums

Visualize the interaction of the energies of people’s lives as pinholes and pendulums.
  Shimmers reflecting streaks of god’s light
    Through pinhole instances
      Which illuminate the infinite,
        Defiant night.

Categories: pendulums, faith, friendship, inspirational, people,
Form: Free verse

Pendulums

The pained pendulum pushes through the fog
With the ever-crashing splash of rheumatic guilt
Licking at the swinging bronze from below.
We lose God again and again
In the cluttering of thoughts
Like the burnt wings of butterflies
Over-used, over-driven, and
Over-flapped and now here
Festooned to a wheelchair he sits 
Staved and dying from stale love.
And needing my help.

Categories: pendulums, caregiving
Form: Free verse