Short Deadening Poems
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I love reading! However, some writes are so boring and deadening
So, I am again in good mood for food winter night is very long
From the dark depth of the ocean
and the harrowing pit of the abyss
to the blazing nadir of hell,
Nothing is deeper than
the deadening pain of a broken heart.
Sadness surrounds me
Like falling snow
Piling up all around
Deadening the sounds
That come with our world
Floating through the air
Out of control
Falling
Falling
An open field where
Snow erases individualism
Hiding the beauty
Nothing stands out
Blank
addicted to a scent
we once granted consent
enmeshed us in confines of time
deadening sentience to our inner chime
self-blocking the influx of God’s grace
owing to mundane goals we chase
so the verses our mind shapes
though colourful rainbow drapes
if it has now become a habit routine
perhaps it is indulgence we need to wean
The lighting, it was over-bright
When the Angel of Death took each to his door.
Deadening our senses and enrapturing our sight,
The lighting, it was over-bright.
As we approached death's door on this terrifying twelfth night;
Lives flashing before us like waves to the shore.
The lighting, it was over-bright
When the Angel of Death took each to his door.
Flashing dusty lamp
The termite hill, damp
Cleft of a mountain unfinished
Its cliffs as though diminished.
Dewdrops decorating the window
The modest moonbeam show
Philodendron Birkin
Ancient wells caved in
All these, your paintings, you loved, I know
They are now without your glow.
Without you, the sight is unsettling.
The aches of your memories are deadening.
There being no such thing as inertness
For all that is, is deeply intimate,
Each touch a caress of our aliveness,
Unless hypnotic stupor did sedate,
Deadening us to the throb that pulsates.
Subtle vibrations within do beckon,
Oft negated by ego suggestion.
Yet if we be steadfast in our resolve,
Stillness and silence ushers elation:
As dark delusion does slowly dissolve.
14-October-2020
Delightfully dancing delicate doppio,
twirling the twisted turns.
Staccato steps, softly sublime
Reaching rich rapture.
Pausing, pondering performance parameters
Considering critical, controversial clash
Taking time to tackle the tearful troupe
Before breaking buoyant babble
Wizen words, woefully wrapped,
delivered. Deadening delirious delight.
Seeking solace; silent sobs slip softly.
Constantly fearful
Numbing and dreadful
Sleeping amid deep seated angst
Nerve endings are shaking
This nightmare in dreaming
Of never awakening
Slipping away from brighter days
Freezing inside iced forming crystals
Scary emotions tightly wrapping
Entwining the darkness of suffocating
An emotional downward slipping
An enclosed coffin of deadening
Amidst a highly gifted
creatively depressed soul
the cool eastern muds of a destroyed day
the still,vacant bodies awaiting decay
a tear shed for a soul
a heart broken now a hole
Wade in the safety of a western morn
steady your head, prepare for your storm
Reach for an end to this despair
with bleeding fingers, and tangled hair
scream a scream as loud as a war
roar a roar as large as a boar
the silence will still come, and then who will love you?
Dreams dieing distantly
Long lingering light
Falling further faraway
Fabricated fouled fight
Traces teasing telling
Selfish senseless sores
Open oafish obedience
Crackling coastal core
Sacrificial senses stating
An awkward abandonment
Naked notions needing
Sweet succulent selfless scents
Aromas airing anonymously
Teaching to tell the tale
Dislocated dreams deadening
Fictionalizing failure; a final farewell
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Broken buried bond
Regretful recurring rain
Pouring putridly passionless
Provocative priceless pain
Falling furiously fast
Ominous oath to obey
Torrential teary torment
Conventional course conveyed
Submersed soul stammering
Darkness deadening distantly
Drowning deep disarray
Methodically mocking me
Laughter lingers lucidly
Submerged suffering sight
Treading thoughts tenaciously
For a fruitless fearful fight
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Conspicuous behavior that mundane
in copious conformities derange
invigorates its ignorance by assuage
and instigates its feeling with demurrage!
My severing of connection from this bond
so deadening to my effort, stealing fond
the ears of fate are listening like fool's pond
does bully up its messages among!
God help me not to fill their wanton snare
but in Thy trust condition my aware,
and to thy hope, in courage count my prayer
as thine alone, between us . . . and do share!