Short Decreased Poems
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Decreased and Ceased
Of all what we had found was the least,
And did decline as the supply decreased;
Was not sure;
More or fewer;
Now no longer there and to exist ceased.
Jim Horn
A deep breath in, a slow release,
Calming your mind, heart rate decreased.
Once tightened muscles, begin to let go,
Reminding yourself to take it slow.
Focusing on, your happy place,
Stress is gone, without a trace.
And as you dive into the real.
So differently you now feel.
Distress travels instantly through me, A samurai sword, Greek mythology, Zeus gulped kingly ideas and in his breadbasket he stored, reminiscent of the ancient times, emergency Er Hoard, feels like a billion increased/decreased Forbes, a penniless fellow hustle in no way can be bored.
- Loverboi
The sun has risen in the east
Morning's light has struck the dark
Black has turned as gray increased
The sun has risen in the east
The strength of night has now decreased
And light of day will now embark
The sun has risen in the east
Morning's light has struck the dark
contest A Positive Poem
6/22/14
Cries as the midnight enters
tears so deeply rooted
on bended knees as a plead
surrendered
life's obstacles overwhelming
gathering of all surroundings
decreased.
Nights and days were the same
depression, not relaxed
in a mode unknown.
Life as an introvert
Prayers are answered
cries of joy
miracles happened
depressed no more.
Writing songs without beginning
that lie within my silent entrails
About this never ending process
black and white
Decreased myselves, as seen in others
Songs that whisper softly
about potency
in the midst of my resignation
Semi-transparent visions I almost gave up
Points, endings and immortality
all drifting on my lake
2014
Form:
I am bank like the rainy season
Turning day into night and ready to pour
Threatening with wind, thunder and lightening
Scaring the children and causing turmoil on the streets
Not to destroy and damage
But to revive and relieve
To improve and impress
My years has increased
as my fears has decreased
Am i so happy to be back
This is not another chance or opportunity
Just a continuum.
Form:
overwhelmed by fear
captured by hate
my life slowly decreased
pulling further and further
away from family
faith burned
love disintegrated
soul crashed...
believed in hell more than
heaven itself
trying to rekindle
the passion you
had for GOD!
baby steps each day
its all you need
heart slowly restores
the love and faith
you once held
your past no longer
a living nightmare
but now a distant memory
faith rebuilt
love restored
life reborn
THERE WERE MANY
MANY IN THE BEGINNING
SEVERAL CAME TO CHRIST
MANY GAVE THEIR LIVES TO JESUS
GOD SAVED THEIR SOULS.
OTHERS WERE DISOBEDIENT
LIVES WERE UNTOLD.
AS THE SEASON UNFOLD
SEVERAL SAVED SOULS
THE TIME PASSED ON
HEAVEN REJOICING, ETERNAL SALVATION.
SATAN NEVER GAVE UP
THE LOST SOULS DECREASED
FROM THE BEGINNING
IT IS A TERRIBLE NEVER ENDING.
SOULS CRIED OUT
THE TIME HAD EXPIRED
IT WAS NOTHING BUT FIRE, FIRE, FIRE.
Sometimes when things seem so bleak
Oblivion’s all that you seek
A small ray of hope
Allows you to cope
And at sunny skies gives you a peek.
It may not pan out, but at least
When anxiety’s slightly decreased
The knots in your gut
May unloosen somewhat
So despair and distress are released.
We all manage in different ways
So one’s rainbows are somebody’s grays
But the tiniest light
In the tunnel just might
Be enough to wipe out one’s malaise.
A part hayt odyssey,
Resembled like mornarchy.
The alley nocturnal caused
Mayhem in the locations.
In the days of anarchy, no
Man's land was nominated
To asphalt, but evacuees
allotmented by a part hayt.
Rascal ogres rebuffed for
Ambidextrous.
Some fought for realm, Some remained
queasy and sissy.
The policemen slogged youth
Willy nilly, while the henchman
Neither splinter nor quiter.
The bosterious finally decreased
And history was made.
Nascent Eyes
Lost memories of the 80's annoy me
recollections for memoirs are long gone
My tangible sensitivity has decreased
but the emotional kind goes on and on
My senses are faint, weakened by
too many dinners, champagne and new loves
There is no such thing as a superficial centenarian
It's all about the pulse
good rhythm, good blood flow
It's different now, profound and simple
one small rounded fresh face looking up
with nascent, hazel eyes
This soul of mine is tied up
Writing poetry wakes it up
As my soul wakes, it is slowly released
Water of my cup of poetry has never decreased
It quenches the thirst of a will that was deceased
I see myself writing poems with ink and a feather
A trace of ancient ambience like the weather
Up in a room that is candlelit
I got my poetry kit.
Just the night and I alone
Without the distraction of a phone.
Sweet cup of poetry fill my soul,
Warm me up like heated coal.
tadpoles growing in a pond
anxious for the great beyond
decreased numbers, fairly grim
takes too long to grow a limb
hiding from the larger fish
trying not to be a dish
feeding on the larval flies
protein bars in strange disguise
gain a voice before you croak
caught up in a ghastly joke
wishing you could wave a wand
hop out of this brackish pond
finally you climb a log
live your days out as a frog
in the water for a rinse
back on lookout for your prince