Short Gravest Poems
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reach into your
magic pocket
hold yourself in your hands
gently
a gift given under gravest circumstances
with a grim face
Form:
gravest blessings,
who can eat when heart’s filled with grief?
—all we can do
11/7/2021
*repast is a gathering after a funeral
In my opinion,
Patriotism
is one of our most gravest sins,
promoting nothing but separatism.
causing conflict and tension among many nations,
as opposed to practicing problem solving,
towards a peaceful global unification.
The three-letter word
we'd rather not hear
and many a soldier
no longer holds dear
A word that means blood
and guts spilled for what
promising peace talks
once open... now shut
A word that strikes fear
in the hearts of the bravest
plays Taps on trumpets
for Tragedies gravest
Resounding
echoes of mauve
endowed
gratified bliss
to my gravest woe.
Life’s heedless
demands,
I fear not-
Though I’ve
sought rain in
weak moments,
my hidden nature
of love always kindles
my
empyrean soul.
Human Nature Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh
September 19, 2018
In these days of Zoom and Gloom
'round every bend, crises loom
Paranoid extremists holding sway
all the streets, they are one-way
My friend today's my foe tomorrow
his infinitesimalist joy, my gravest sorrow
Trolls and losers spook the young
bullies silence their tender tongues...
Now, as for what is to be done
Patience, please ~ Long live the Sun!
Just recycled laptop number four.
They lived three years each – no less, no more.
Tossing the poor things into a bin
Feels like committing the gravest sin.
Seems like dumping your best-ever friend,
With whom a million hours you did spend,
And about a trillion words did send.
Now it meets ignominious end.
But what in Heaven is one to do:
Bury it with toy it liked to chew?
Now I've another, shiny and new.
Never mind; we get recycled too.
She is not
lonely
But makes all
who smile upon her
— lonely indeed
She is not
mournful
But makes all
who implore her
— cry like a child
She is not
boastful
But makes all
who look upon her
— beat on their chests
She is not
faithful
But makes all
who desire her
— pledge from the heart
She is not
vengeful
But to ever
betray her
— the gravest of sins
She is not
quiet
But from the depths
of her emptiness
— silence is born
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)