Sapient Poems | Examples

Spawns Dimness

Written: June 16, 2024

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Hope had gray hair and looked downcast,
Amid grieving and fears, hope is obscene.
At night, just a rocket and fanal were seen,
Life disappears into shrouds, leading to a blast.
 
Did the hurling and horrible air have a heart?
A single eye read the unformed wonder or boom.
He was the one who proved the current loom,
The quiddity draws the skies and earth apart.

Lord, my petition and argument are both fair,
What bears devils successful and me a failure?
Revolve their decay if the pair were my jailers,
Chervil-lined banks and curbs quiver with new air.

My sapient wairua creates an Elixir riddle ban,
Hoarding and ignoring nature led to a span.

A Time to Reflect

Quite far we have traversed, in pursuit of goals we chose,
Through troubles and trepidations of seasons in throes;
Sometimes reveling sunshine, sometime in glum of shadows,
Always together~ on barren terrains, or verdant meadows.
 
In albums of yore, we ruminate now, turning pages of life,
Banishing anguish of feelings-forlorn, fuming in strife;
Reminiscing in moments passionate, of love sublime,
Treasured in memories-beloved, accumulated over time.

Harboring wisdom, inlaid in life’s waning phase, as we age,
In realms of reflections, insights-sapient, now we engage;
Learning from knowledge gained, from choices we made,
Accepting with grace, laments of secrets, as yet unsaid.

Regrets unmitigated, voice remorse of unuttered sigh,
Seeking empathy from goodwill of repentant goodbye;
As life tallies good versus bad, that introspections confide,
Eying a tranquil state of mind, devoid of hate and pride.

It’s time to reflect, it’s time to mend, it’s time to befriend,
As journey of life, beaming content, approaches its end;
Living final days in covenants revered, humbly we penned,
Elevating self, in peace of bliss, to heavens we shall ascend.

Sentient

"Sentient"

They say 
they don’t feel 
like we do
their thoughts
a mystery
if they think at all
some say
it’s just a reflex
behind the eyes
the sentient confirms
we are stupid imbeciles
no comprehension 
of our part in it all, 
the grand story
connection;
in disgust 
now reasoning,
the logic in us all,
where is the wisdom 
in that, the sentient thinks
as a sapient
and turns its back on us
appalled


(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)

Taste

the aliens landed 
at half past three
right in the midst 
of day time tv
after viewing for two of hours
in rising dismay
they cancelled the invasion 
and went on their way
they marked earth on their charts
not worth the strife
no longer supports 
any sapient life

Preach

preach, you pretty leaves,
  sentinels of Autumn scene.
         lift, before you land
   on mortal soil.
in your past days
little ones could reach you
     only with tenacity and courage.
earth-bound, you’re raked and cradled,
  in gleeful and determined arms,
you’re piled high,
and now you see your child fly -
     he leaps into your arms.
 the clock’s forward reach -
a sexagenarian sees Autumn leaves
     and feels the weight of them
         as a sapient chill arrives

                    11/1/2022

Cooperative Agency

They are friends, 
I imagine,
Or perhaps unfamiliar
yet curious
neighbors.

These two seem to like
to lick
each other

And probably value public transparency
more than personal privacy

I wonder
how they became work out
and play in partners,
surprisingly athletic,
flexible,
and inventive

With minds 
that began flirting,
Engaging bodies 
now urgently culminating.

Benediction
for this newly heated
yet ancient 
sacred communion

A warm summer kiss,
a shared soiled towel,
a sapient smile 
in my shy shower.

Human Rights

Evolved are the beings into the land of survival
Extending into the vast surfaces, creating boundaries, 
for they are involved in the process of progression 
As they spread, the nature differentiated them in the name of race
No disturbing of nature, for she believes each of her beings is unique and diverse 
Then came the beings of single minded reality, 
that indeed measured everything in a single scale 
Laws were there accompanying flaws, and
That's how exploded the bombs and the banners 
Fighting is an endless go for the sake of survival
As society changes, there comes an inequality standard, 
And that's when the beings come forward in a crowd, 
In a unison cried for the Human Rights, for they knew every sapient out there deserves it

My Spiritual Journey

Immersed in doctrine from the very start 
I never stood a chance to realize 
that souls offtimes begin with works of art  
God's truth opaque instills, demystifies 
Sapient Mystics such as I can't comply 

lifted up to the sky those amber eyes 
of mine dilate, with questions giving rise 
a sequence of pure grace with love agape 
Buddhist velathums of sojournic plies    
my soulful essence finally, takes shape.    

January 9, 2020

Where Do Poets Go

Poets may pen to pine, preach, praise and proclaim
sapient and sapid some stir the soul,
some leave us high and dry and try to maim,
wonder what is their design and their goal?

On modernity and mythology  
poets may write and fight for our civil rights,
and inspire us with ideals to be
in socially sane, safe societies. 

Wherever they tread and traverse they touch 
and transform us with their words, warmth and wit,
on the question, where poets go should I clutch?
as I lavish love - laud them for hearts lit.

Where can poets go, for sure they are secure
in our hearts plays their prayerful words so pure.


27-Nov-2020
Where do we poets go? Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
10 Syllables per line. Poetry Soup Syllable Counter

What Happens When We Die

They say wisdom comes with age
Every day above ground is a new lesson
We look up to the elderly & wise
The Whiteheads and the patriarchs 
For answers to things we don't understand

If man are really this sapient
i call upon the wise and the hoary ones 
For i have a question that troubles me
Can Somebody please tell me
...what happens when we die?

Some say we become angels & fly high
A place of no pain & no cry
With our fallen kins we shall reunite 
All the pain gone & forgotten 
Better dead than alive!
So should we all embrace death?

My chief says we become spirits
A semi-God status we assume
Our children shall worship us
And we shall bless em accordingly 
What if we die with nothing 
What shall we give to our children when they ask?

My uncle believes life is a journey
And Death...the destination!
Every man is obliged to walk the journey:
Yet No one is eager to reach the final stop
Sadly, eventually we all hit the hole
And that's just the end!
Is life really this empty?

After all my question remains unanswered!
Too much speculation...too much fantasy!
Can somebody please just tell me:
What really happens when we die???

Actual Poet

This actual poet writes me silly poems.
He's there and I can't explain it.
A lifetime of experience and things lived I only imagine
and this actual, famous, poet writes me silly poems.

I wonder why me??  Why is he wasting time with me?
This sapient, hopelessly encouraging, ego-boosting poet
who writes me silly poems.

It's confusing.
My mind paints countless canvases of doubt,
like our connection is fragile tissue, perishable suds.
Surely one day I will find him bored and gone.
This actual, famous poet that writes me silly poems.

Stops Not

Sun stops not for twilight to shine
Nor abysmal darkness to wane.
Moon stops not for hasten waves to tender
Nor licentious dreams to render.
Spring stops not for lazy lilies to bloom
Nor lone nightingales to gloom.
Life stops not for sparkling memories to return
Nor cupid desires to spurn.
Death not stop for none to mop a life
Nor some to cleave their strife.
Time stops not for puerile minds to wonder
Nor sapient sages to ponder.
So stops not, but fill your cup of happiness
Not with grief, but truth and holy kindness.


Date : 18-09-2020
Contest : 	COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (11)any form any theme

Perfect Magus

Though sapient vision limps short,
And digs no eye into nirvana's fort;
Albeit most vivid dream’s flips stop, 
Instinct excels where iffy triers flop. 

And that sharper divining seer tells
Sweeter tales no deft lyricist's bells 
Ever rung a one bereft of Love's ting,
Who jilts fine gold to hear a bird sing. 

He needs no fumbling eye to behold 
What yet lies beyond horizons’ fraud,
Nor flimsy ear's wit to sweetly divine
Blisses and nectarous lickings mine.

His are all-espying orbs steeled in hope;
Netting honeyed things before here pop
Tangible sights for showy ears and eyes
To grab and boast and stir belated sighs.

Known to him are times of lost rest
From lonely stints icily cold at best,
Thrills discerned many days before
They stir faint ears and eyes below.

Holographic Space

Holographic space
Turnstyles to lost hidden Times
Sapient Dreamers Wake

My Star

A verse for you my most beloved
A beauty borne beyond the starlight
Rapid starts a heart so sapient
The eyes define a soul’s delight

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