Short Ceaselessly Poems
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Hidden
hidden between fragmented shades
mingling in the folds of thought
dreams ceaselessly wander on
soaring above today's tumult
as this afternoon fades
Form:
I will forget my misery
When I remember my joy
All my sorrows I will bury
Happiness I will now enjoy
I will ceaselessly smile
And walk a joyous mile.
Drencho POET Loads
As man ceaselessly aspires
For the things he greatly admires
His avarice seldom expires
But kindles lofty desires
That burns like raging fire
Long after his quests areacquired
Nothing to find
Looking seems ceaseless
For the seeker
Not satisfied with nothing..
Then there is that story
At the bus stop..suddenly
Nothing appears ceaselessly...
An absence of time
That is what I desire
A place where moments pass
But hours do not
Where memories are created
But eras are not
A place where I can be
And you can be
Ceaselessly connected
Form:
Life’s equilibrium hanging on force of gravity
Rotating day and night uniformly in parity
In mystique of universe ceaselessly expanding;
Will vagaries of time tip the balance of being?
October 1, 2021
Perennial doubter...
...ceaselessly devouring books
...no time for God's truth*...
2Timothy 3:7 Ever learning, and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.
April 11, 2019
What happens if you throw yourself at the ground and miss
Outer space is obviously the answer, in baseball, it's called a whiff
As we travel ever skyward
Soaring ceaselessly onward
Until we reach the edge and fall deep into the abyss
Peace blissful and tranquil
Pervading our being
Pulsating bliss rapture
Piercing each pore of form
Prolonging ecstasy
Play of divine silence
Pouring love ceaselessly
08-April-2021
Pleiades P Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
7-lines @ 6 syllables per line
Flowing ceaselessly with power and purpose,
Touching countless lives and no two in the same way,
With power enough to end life and more often reaffirming, cleansing life,
A constant tension overshadowing a peaceful flow,
I sit beside the river and see myself reflected within.
Groping in the cavern,
I was badly in need of a lantern,
Bereft of vision,
I was without a mission,
A bat had battered on my hat,
And on my face had swat,
On many a hurdle did I stumble,
But what kept me going,
Were the fireflies of love
Which your heart had been ceaselessly spouting.
behind the outer facade
we see the internal struggle
of each soul ceaselessly striving
hoping one day to connect
with itself in a singularity
restored as living light
there is nothing to seek per say
for we always are what we are
but why suffer pain in trance
we’re blissful when awake
Written by
Cecil Hickman
Spring delivers a sweet kiss from thee
Touching lips ever lusciously
Releasing sweetness for me
Warming you tenderly
Breaking cool air free
Springtime decree
Ceaselessly
To be
We
Written for
Sponsor Michael J. Falotico
Contest Name "Nonet Me A Spring Kiss"
We search for it ceaselessly
each in his own way
Exertion, exhaustion
day after day
For all we fall short
we press weary on
A Promised Land
such striving
depends upon
February 6, 2021
All Yours (Feb 9) Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Reflection
Ogbon shared the word
Unfairly spread
In bits then pieces
It went around
scantily used
Tending into wanton foolishness
With a slip into silence
We wallow ceaselessly
Echoing our thoughts
Of the years past
Weighing the pending judgement
Of failing wills
Amidst present times
God,
In His infinite wisdom,
The ideal world has in heavens,
Infallibly painted
Which
Upon the soul of Man was
Reflected
Since then
Man,
Ceaselessly, has been trying
God’s art to reproduce on earth
But
To no avail!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 October 2015
Our hearts and eyes ceaselessly wander
Stumbling blindly in fields of gold
We first see bright gilded brass
Our eyes lock on, transfixed…
Never simple truth
As clear as day
Alas! the
Restless
Heart
~*~
5/30/'14
Note: For Freddie V.'s "One Original - Never Published Nonet" Contest
Any other girl would
say,
Behind every
successful man,
Ceaselessly stands a
beautiful lady,
Does that apply in
our case?
Every step i take
Fearlessly my hand
you hold
Guarding my heart,
Holding my dreams,
It is only fair to
say
Just as it should
be,
Keep it this way,
Lest i fall,
My love,my pillar
They would murderously fight in bed,
Prompting the question 'why did they wed?'
Actively blowing away the guy's money,
And suddenly ceased to call him 'Honey'
Publicly vowing to dissipate his income,
All his efforts at leverage a bunkum
Now, he's striving to the evil way chart,
And ceaselessly trying to break her heart.
He ripped his hand from her gripping grasp
Upon the reentry of my eyes
She’s taking a drag
On a lowly, loathed fixation
Yet his hypocritical heart hunts for it
But they aren’t conjoined ceaselessly
For my presence is an unbinding force
But if you love her
Tell her
And hold her
Don’t let my existence
Rot your heart and your hands
Form:
A crying shame
To fetch oneself a crying name
From regularized dirty game
Choosing to not be The Tame,
Forgetting where from we came
Good and Evil treating as same;
The soul damning for fame
And oneself ceaselessly blame
The Once – Pretty, Shriveled Dame
Having chosen to be the Spiritual Lame
To paradise laying not a claim.
Timelessness when joy erupts from inside
She ceaselessly comforts me every day
Laws of happiness rules all to abide
Whatever she says means more for today
She leaves me corrupt, along for the ride
And love flows between us, more anyway
You are my everything, all I care for
I could never wish for anything more
Russell Sivey
Void of you
My life is like a wind
Drifting to nowhere
Tossed and turned
By the ragging nature
Your kisses hunted me down
Capsizing and ceaselessly
Plowing my innermost
Drilling my manliness
Void of you,
My life is separated by miles of realities
Stay with me, my dreamer
Written by Awoh Kingsley
Dedicated to Adeola Adenekan
November, 2nd , 2012
Man's fate lies with the gods
Let no one forget the odds
Lest, he shake hands with death
And sleep without breath.
Ceaselessly, the weavers weave
The very fabric of his life
Through the gate
He'll walk with a little faith
On this path lies his real fate
A thin ice on whose cold brink he skates
He's just a pawn
For the gods move him like a clown
Sunset's hue
coats the pool's skin with fiery glitter,
as raindrops ceaselessly drum everywhere my eyes can see.
Scent of spring is in the air,
as ripples blend on the pool's skin.
Raindrops will keep on playing the rhythmic
drumming, until when the
skies open once again.
Date Written: 8/11/2016
Date Judged: 8/15/2016
Previous Contest Name: Rain