Obsession
an idea/thought
preoccupies/intrudes
disturbed/displaced
obsession
awake again
three am
obsession
preoccupies/intrudes
chokes/
sex and love are two different things
Categories:
preoccupies, angst, dark, feelings, heart,
Form: Free verse
There aren't many chances for misfortune to come across the path of the wise
For his concern is spirituality that his soul him with it preoccupies!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 June 2021
Categories:
preoccupies, men, motivation, wisdom,
Form: Couplet
A View Of Hope
Since Coronavirus: COVID 19,
Had disseminated throughout our world,
We safeguarded ourselves through quarantine,
With worn face masks, rubber gloves kept all furled.
It preoccupies our society,
I control my time by being engaged,
31 times 2, this 2020,
In contemplation on how I have aged.
The retirement age, not 60 plus 5,
Not anymore, just a tad bit longer,
If social security will survive,
Let us expect that it will get stronger.
Hope for a cure so things do not get worse,
Then a sonnet it is, and not free verse.
Poem Title: Coronavirus: COVID 19
Number Of Views: 605
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Date Published: 3/12/2020
2020 June 18
*4th Place*
Views For Poems
~~Funom Makama
Categories:
preoccupies, health, world,
Form: Sonnet
how would you describe
your relationship with time
how stressed are you
are you always rushing
what preoccupies your mind
do you take on
more than you should
do you get to do
what you want to do
what do you do with your free time
do you take responsibility
for managing it
do you question your routine
are you open to change
setting yourself free
of that illusive time trap
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on March 15, 2019
Categories:
preoccupies, anxiety, change, relationship, stress,
Form: Free verse
Preoccupation
The brain is a miraculous oddity
Roaming at will, out to play,
But returning to sober reality,
Preoccupation stilled for focusing
On the must-dos of the day.
Ah, but then there is that flower,
That beautiful bromeliad,
And the mind preoccupies to the child
Who thought it would make her glad.
Repot it to a larger container
And she’s diverted to that task,
And the chicken breasts remain uncooked,
The brain is a miraculous oddity.
Where is the potting soil?
Preoccupying itself with raw chicken,
While the house goes unkempt,
Wandering to wonder where is the parchment,
Humming a song about children and flowers.
The brain is a miraculous oddity.
Categories:
preoccupies, how i feel, humanity,
Form: Light Verse
We live a lush life
Options each and every turn
Taken for granted
Satisfaction a foreign concept
Forever wanting more
Striving to accumulate
Cornucopia everywhere
Stuff we can’t take with us
Stuff preoccupies our minds
Ends up cluttering our hearts
Stuff that ends up owning us
Surprised to one day realize
How we don’t need all that stuff
Less is so much more
AP: 2nd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on October 24, 2017 for contest CORNUCOPIA USING A COMBO OF 3 POETRY FORMS, sponsored by KIM RODRIGUES - RANKED 2ND
Categories:
preoccupies, appreciation, introspection, irony, society,
Form: I do not know?
“Close the book, ring the bell, light the candle.”
The witch’s words resounded in my ears.
My problems now were more than I could handle
and so I hoped she’d vanquish all my fears.
She stared at me across the darkened room
and then commanded me that I must stay
until my wish was granted. Then a broom
she grabbed, and out the door she flew away!
The magic lay in me, the hag had said.
I only had to wish with all my might.
But with my kind of luck, I might be dead
before I’d get what I had wished that night.
I sit here still; she’s left me with a curse!
No health care yet, and now my back is worse!
(sorry to belabor this, but now you see what preoccupies
my mind these days!! Linda's contests always seem
to bring out this topic for me lately. The gypsy referred to
in my title was in my last poem I did for Linda!)
By Andrea Dietrich for Linda-Marie's
"BELL, BOOK AND CANDLE" Poetry Contest
Categories:
preoccupies, funny, health, me,
Form: Sonnet
Her knuckles bend, they don't pretend, beneath her head plopped in pale dread
Tucked tween these both an ear relieved from being grieved, both eyes near dead
Slouched where she dreams she merely leans, foreign sounds invade the fable
That preoccupies her state of mind as she reads near the table
The palm with which she grips adventure now lies limp upon her lap
It's hostage near released, with spine all creased, yet private flap to flap
Upon her cheeks no glimmer, tightly drawn lips dimmer than dry sands
Her whispering twin tornado tunnels funnel huffing reprimands
What draws her sight, what steals an ear and makes pompous this quiet girl?
Why does her charm befall decay; why does bitter a prude unfurl?
Her grace befalls corruption by a swiftly knocking eruption
Followed by brassy squeaks twisting, breaching thought; this interruption!
Categories:
preoccupies, angst, art, daughter, history,
Form: Couplet