Short Diffident Poems
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Beyond
These trivial pursuits
The day looms long,
Largely unused, unplanned,
Promising unimportant
Activities.
Anticipating alternatives,
Inertly I idle,
Mind meandering meaninglessly,
Mildly morose,
Diffident, diffuse,
And aimless.
Diffident,tentative unsure
As nothing stays the same;
Restless,flowing with the tide,
As nothing stays the same;
Evolving and revolving
As nothing stays the same;
Endless,everlasting age
Does nothing stay the same?
Metanoia says th sage
daisy"s diffident roses reluctant
days shorter n nights darker
dews dance no more mourning
dahlias turned black in sorrow
dancing stars flicker no more
disaster galore weeping women
dead meat deadlier men
disaster around return soon
deadly war dulling mind
Form:
My covetous nature
Has left you in a state of perturbation
Betraying my diffident manner
As if I have been possessed
Maybe I am
For what agitates you
Torments me endlessly
Like a ghostly presence roaming the earth
In search of peace
I will never find it
Because jealousy is my master
That rules over me
Imagine that!
A laconic and diffident High School kid
Who suddenly has a voice whenever he's used
As target practice. He chucks back grenades
Lobbed at him by bullies. And waits no time
Airing his grievances as payback
Bravo, kid, bravo! Rock on, with your bad self!
Date written and posted: 06/18/2019
Long hair, coal, coiled
‘Round fingertips, bone white.
O, my diffident lover,
How I waited for that night.
When I held you as you dreamt,
And kissed your quivering lips.
When we bathed in the uncloaked moonlight,
In an everlasting eclipse.
Sky, the blankest façade
Lit by nicks of white.
I carry you into my dream;
I carry you into the night.
Wide and open expanses,I see
Exciting,dejecting or appaling, maybe
The crossroads I find
Lead to more of their kind
The more I decide
The more it wont suffice
Some seem delusional
Some blatantly bemock
Some ghastly enticing
Some apparently nonchalant
I guise my irresolution
And procrastinate my take
I wander with my rudderless ship
With reassurance sham and fake.
My head is aching, it's a skull pounding sensation.
My hands are shaking, from the constant anxious narration.
Trying to breathe deeply, keep this train from leaving the station,
I know this is my own diffident manifestation.
For me anxiety is an expectation;
I stop talking to myself and start to listen,
Let this fear become an infestation, it was all of my own creation.
This is my cowed vocation.
Raising light and reversing diffident order,
Proves a puzzling endeavor in noble modes—
Its compulsive plume wafts over the boarder,
Laid low and beholden to rebellion in codes.
Show me your values! Your colors are clear!
Your preemptive ‘no’ leaves you future regret—
Substance would make your defiance sincere,
And you haven’t shown any signs of that yet.
So listen, my son, as I walk you through Hell—
For my father once made me angry as well.
Always thinking
But never knowing
Constantly sinking
And never glowing
Feeling kind of different
Eating pancakes
Becoming diffident
Jumping into freezing cold lakes
Where did all the good things go
Im ready to break
My mind is what i need to slow
Or it's my world that will shake
I find my peace in poetry
I find it in what i write
Like a lumberjack tearing down a tree
Its what's right
So then what's wrong
Will it ever be done
It has been too long
Staring into the sun