Short Directionless Poems
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Track me for a wind, blind
But not reasonless.
Changeful, even directionless
Yet under heart's sway.
That is if, little human
With puppy in tow
Life's free step dare to follow.
Loving whom you may.
Stemmed wings upon an autumn breeze
directionless ambassadors take flight
cast red against the morose, darkened sky.
Beauty’s flying carpet on the wind.
©11/12/2021
BITE SIZE POEM no26 Poetry Contest
In deep amnesia
The truth forgotten
The future unknown
Entity flounders
Hither and thither
Directionless
In the darkness
Oblivious
To the true Self
In prayer
Innocence
Reclaims truth
The way
Inwards
Pure
06-October-2020
There it was,
Slowly drifting
Above the blue waters.
Abandoned.
Emotionless.
Lifeless.
There it was,
Laying still
Under the cruel skies.
Stagnant.
Alone.
Apathetic.
There it was,
Sluggishly floating
Amidst ebb tides.
Directionless.
Hopeless.
Impassive.
geometrical guessing
no laws, it flows freely directionless
maybe that's a sea
woman's body
flowing in the dark blue background
do not mind her
circle sky
animal and human, ain't the focus
plain ground, at least
geometrical shooting
so does one horse's body here
call it a beast
Scented waves of your cloudy hair
will sure bring midnight in this noon,
my closed eyes seeing a beauty so rare
I am smelling a crazy full moon,
time puzzled, directionless,every moments swoon!
© kashinath karmakar 2011
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By :kashinath karmakar (13th March 2011)
Don't be so directionless.
Follow your bliss.
The monuments of time will always lie in wait.
You are your soul's God.
Deliver yourself from the baggage of other's judgement.
Consider yourself agreeable.
Begin the day with the first good thought.
Doing so, you'll be my model
Of a modern major general.
Lose antennae? I’m a beetle!
Not one bug in Aleghenny
(at least, none you’ll ever meet’ll)
lose antennae.
Luck with chicks? I won’t have any!
Directionless, centripetal,
wireless wimps are ten a penny!
What now? Curl up? Adopt the foetal
position? Move to Kilkenny?
No proud pest in any street’ll
lose antennae.
words
not quite seen
not quite heard
freely floating
drifting aimlessly
beyond a misty screen
directionless unmotivated
in collective solitude
until
an unprovoked spark
undirected unknowingly
seeks grasps
their trailing tendrils
orders and thrusts them
conjoined in breathless
wonder into something
more
A, U, M as alphabets in mantra Om,
have been by the scriptures over analysed
but riding waves of thought we never reach home
for as long as life is weighed, measured and sized,
like a directionless soul, earth we will roam
and the truth of God will not be realised.
Let the gong of Om arise all by itself,
revealing to us in time, the light of Self.
A goose hydroplanes
on a strip of wet air.
Comic honk,
wings backtracking frantically.
It blunders about directionless
as if bananas
were attached to its feet.
It’s the slick chill
making this happen.
The funny thing is,
it’s not even funny,
because a goose that can skid
on an ordinary blacktop
probably won’t make it
into Spring.
Life is strangely odd, but definitely okay
Darkness and directionless, I’ll find my way
It’s about the journey, not the destination
It’s about the ride there, not the dream vacation
Always stop and smile at where you are
Cherish the now and your travels thus far
Have fun today, don’t wait until tomorrow
And when you’ve reached the end, you’ll have no sorrow.
Form:
feel the earth spin slowly
beneath my feet
like a cat’s eye marble
in the dirt on our knees
the circle is drawn
and we play for keeps
with our game under thumb
we measure in inches
as we shoot for the stars
broken circle
broken strategy
directionless we scatter
feel the earth spin slowly
beneath my feet
like a cat’s eye marble
see the twinkling
in her winking cat’s eye
I gave birth to a thought today
A shiny little supposition
It wept about all the possibilities
Endless creativity
Directionless refractivity
Like protons racing around an atom blaster
My thoughts began to multiply
It was the Big Bang of my Universe
Then I heard the voice of an angel
Say, “Daddy, this is my science project.”
And now the birth of a thought
Gave birth to a Black Hole
Valeriya...can we just hold hands,
let eyes meet
and close the sky...
Eye, perturbed by hindsight,
directionless till infinity~
God,
Sirius,
Osirus,
Isis = the Nosis of divinity...
like a little RA of light -
the nature of all
comes to clear sight...
and under the same moon and Sun
Valeriya,
the root of my journey,
yet begun...
(( Oort ))
cloud
embraces
***~~~~~~~~~a solar system~~~~~~~~~***
in abandoned space
within
3 spacious
light years
~~~~~*000*~~~~~
icy
planetesimals
float
beyond
the heliosphere
flaunting
frozen indifference
~~OooooooooooooooooO~~
they sing
they glide
like
silent
floating
islands
in an
indirectly
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((U*n*i*V*e*R*s*E))
With a spark to get the goal,
I set myself ablaze.
Discoverers are rovers,
Misread as directionless.
Trendsetters are drifters,
Misinterpreted as irresolute.
Innovators are venturers,
Misconstrued as frivolous .
What a falsified perception about me,
Of being an aimless wanderer,
Like a toy car striking wall and moving wayward.
I am on my way to my expedition,
With a zeal of reconnaissance ,
Voyager I am !!
WHO ELSE WAIT AS YOUR FORGOTTEN DREAM ?
I DO..........!
YOUR DREAM,
SPINNING AIMLESS AS A TEAR IN THE WEB OF PASSION !
TRY TO RECOLLECT YOUR DREAM OF THE REJOICE.
WHO ELSE FLOAT AS YOUR FORGOTTEN DREAM ?
I DO..........!
YOUR DREAM,
SWINGING DIRECTIONLESS AS A HOPE IN THE HEART OF NIGHT!
TRY TO RESCUE YOUR DREAM OF THE RESURRECTION.
I DO WAIT. I DO FLOAT.
ONLY FOR YOU AS YOUR DREAM.
TILL YOU RECOLLECT .. TILL YOU RESCUE !
So sacrifice the sacrificial,
like a windblown winter thistle,
directionless, unguided missile,
too late, too late, the warning whistle.
Deaf and dumb, ignore the warner,
crouched and shrouded in your corner,
since time began, the endless mourner,
hiding from the ceaseless scorner.
Darkness that no light can breech,
sightlessly your eyes beseech,
straining, but just out of reach,
silent sermons never preached.
©Danielle White