Reason Poems - Poems about Reason

Meandering meadows broken by a tossing garbling brook…boulders embossing...marbling and moss flossing Awoken whispers spoken..cantankerous coughing eddy wheezes..then a curmudgeonly icy mirror hush Reckoning breezes yield cats' paws beckoning…teases across the flanking field Fairies’ wield spells conveyed in lush dappled glades of plush bluebell dells Stacked cumulus collage..shield cracked by dazzling azure shard mirage Chubby clouds’ japes..conjuring cannily hung...

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D-elicate A-roma I-s S-ubtly Y-ielding B-right O-utlooks, S-till Q-uiet U-nderstanding I-n L-ife L-ets O-ptimism S-tay ©bfa042525 Monocrostic (Birthday of Daisy D. Bosquillos) ...

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(yes, I'm serious) Three minutes. That’s how long it took to name a swarming mess: A self-appointed poet with rogue chemicals sizzling in her nerves. The diagnosis long and fancy— bitter but addictive on my tongue, like the gin I’ve grown fluent in. (Is that why his voice was slurred?) ...

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Why does the poet write ‘plethora’ when ‘abundance’ will do for the same reason I praise your beauty lest...

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Burning the midnight oil while writing this poem one line at a time looking for reason searching for meaning making words scan and having them rhyme consider the hands of a clock as around the dial they rotate some arrive early (tick-tock tick-tock) others come in late one is fast the other slow round and round and round they go observe this strange conundrum it's a paradox...

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Interview with an Angel After a long surgery brewed in urgency, I lie supine with the body pining with fury With eyelids nearly closed seeking divine mercy To deliver me from the painful misery. I seemed to have besought His grace for lengthy hours When...

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A Reason And A Season Miracle Man 4/25/2025 I deal with the challenge of my wife’s dementia, Many days I’m tempted to just “cut and run.” I constantly remind myself, “it’s not her fault,” so I’ll stay at her side until one life is done. Our marriage this August will mark 60 years, we’ve weathered many miles of crooks and bends. Tearfully, I reminisce...

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Days, months and years to all are special, Because the rate of occurrences are spatial, A deliberate art of super human, To propel celebration of event and man, Even those that are tragically comic. We hold high birthdays for they are annual crops, Centurys' first day is sold in a rare kiosk ain't shops, A new day in a decade is ten...

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Why the weight of life? Why not just the lightness, even If unsustainable?...

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Right Cause Risk all for the Right cause, while you may not be Rewarded in the way you expect you might Realize that the journey was a Reward in itself. Others my React negatively to what you are doing, but Respond to their critiques with reason ...

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Time has no wings But it flies faster than bald eagles and fast jets Time has no rings But it is engaged or bound to ‘no safety nets’ And married with death. We are all migrants in the depth Of the valleys. We are passing by Like the wind. No matter how hard we try We will have to go Like an unwanted cargo. Time...

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He asked, in Gethsemane, if there's another way If sin can be recompensed without His blood to pay But silence answered as He prayed The world held its tongue, as if to say "There is no other way." The narrow road that stretched ahead Was paved by the ugly sting of death That drew His blood at every tread And thorns of sin,...

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Eat not of the blood nor the fat* God spoke, and that was that Today, however, folks need reasons to overcome internal demons *Leviticus 3:17 ...

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Reason #357 why I can't Write right now Something inside me must be on strike I 've gone quiet waiting for the voice inside Not a whimper sounds, only an empty rattle echos through my chest The synapses just won't connect It's not as if I've stopped feeling But it seems I've become out of my own reach The glass is...

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My brothers, sisters, all of this I’ve seen As every day across the sky I’ve been. Whilst you have watched the flowers gleam and grow, ‘Twas I that held the lamp that made them so. And I have wept for regions, now despoiled, Where I have shown my strength, and you have toiled. Yet we, who know so well the...

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