Short Futility Poems
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Futile it is to toil to know others while one ignores himself!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
04 April 2018
I once had one
So much in love
That we couldn’t see
The futility
Of love in this life
No what I really need
Is a loving wife
Clipping, smoothing, pruning; silly
dilly-dallies that people do.
Gross lessons in futility
achieved. And Oh!, tis true, tis true!
Battle
of Britain-
futility
in the shadows of a
world war
Totes Meer by Paul Nash
http://www.tate.org.uk/servlet/ViewWork?workid=10547
A rose falls on the sore wound
Healing the deep agony within
Both pain and love have been seen
Friends, feel the futility of fatal fights...
Sunlit
summer scene-
futility
cas shadows of the
great war
The Cornfield by John Nash
http://www.tate.org.uk/servlet/ViewWork?workid=10520
Futile one's efforts to live in peace with others are if peace in his heart is missing!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 August 2018
Round and round the dog chases it's tail running after dreams; so with Man.
~09 Jul 2016~
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Forgetting to hold my breath,
I was swept away in an ocean
Of passion and futility,
Without any thought of resuscitation.
Cynthia
Poetry I Motion
Flailing madly
Against the tide,
I am impaled
By the futility of life.
Slowly losing myself
In the bitter cold,
The devil's clenching fingers
Encase my soul.
The king loves his creatures quite white
Colored beings make him uptight
From those he’ll secede
Though that won’t succeed
Since leaving this Earth’s not too bright
Bitterness, loneliness,
Anger and pain,
Whole worlds suffer
Yet none may gain.
Frustration, futility,
Strife without end,
Mankind’s in the dust
Death comes as a friend.
Do you wonder and worry
only to know futility?
Will you continue to scurry
until you learn humility?
Life is short and often blurry.
Summon your inner tranquility.
bound and tethered
held strong with grievous filaments
i struggled not
feeling the futility
and the masterful illusion of my jaundiced mind
she holds me captive
on the turntable of despair
too many angels lost in a broken world futilely searching for their wings
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Written: 10/12/2016
Contest Entry: A Sad One Liner
Sponsor: Silent One
Results: 1st Place
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ebony carnivore’s velvet coat comes into view in a rush
his prey is terrified, too frightened to run, knowing the futility of it
she advances, with those determined amber eyes
her babies will eat tonight
Each day is a frustrating adventure in futility
Tolerating such weird behavior is incomprehensible
The man at the helm
Is spitting out phlegm
Normal just ain't in his realm of possibility
As my mind slips away
A little more each day
Regressing into a world of juvenility
With less and less social civility
Physically capable but losing mental mobility
I believe this road is called futility
When you're lonely
it can lead to further misery
whereupon escape from loneliness feels like an eternal futility.
When loneliness grasps you, there is only one remedy.
Loneliness is good to share with somebody.
the cold
dulls
subtle senses,
sterilises
well-being:
unsettles
the positive
induces
futility
vanquishes
desire-
and in silence
kills
i call your name aloud...this time...
not carefully in lyric rhyme,
but shrill and all too recklessly
devoid of pretty poetry:
“YOU!!!!”
…but penned, as spoken words, from me
are each the same: futility.
(“…you….”)
presence
seems as lost
as conditioning
captures the child~
conditioning may
initiate a search
of futility to find
what is not lost
until the search
shows up empty
and already
presence
The Black Hills are crying,
our Mother forsaken
Enemy boot prints
where moccasins claim
To live just to die
in noble futility
All drums beat in silence
—He Sapa in shame
(Pine Ridge South Dakota: July, 2019)
Your voice, it calls to me
Your eyes, they signal me
Your lips, pucker frequently
What is this man to do?
The passion, so overpowers me
To fight? It’s just futility
Your touch, it sets me free
To lead me back to you
"You!"
I call your name aloud. This time.
Not carefully in lyric rhyme,
But shrill and all too recklessly
Devoid of pretty poetry:
“YOU!!!!”
…But penned, as spoken words, from me
Are each the same: Futility.
(“…you….”)