Short Heaviness Poems
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Darkness
envelopes soul
rising screeching thoughts instilled
missed unseen jagged light escapes
heaviness weighs my heart
On the chunk of stone,
ocean's extreme heaviness,
amongst my weeping.
Written: August 6, 2021
What could be said
of the bugs below?
Can they feel this
weight from above?
Around they clamor
in a life of dirt.
Unaffected by that
heaviness of love.
To be this human
made from stardust
coughed into life
carved hollow to hold the heaviness of being.
To be this
dot
among dots
comes with questions.
Heaviness felt over the shoulders
As a sac of bricks that drags you
To the deepness of a calm lake
Drowning to undiscovered emotions
6-16-2016
I have become ash
Decayed for decades
What happened?
To my lithe thoughts
And deft digits
That could churn
Heaviness into brevity
And paltry pursuits
Into wee nuances
it rained and night had turned
it seemed we couldn't escape
its cloak of heaviness
but little did it matter
beneath your umbrella
with you holding me close
AP: 1st place 2022
Our house craves bold colors and crisp, clean lines
No heaviness of wood, antique white or brocade
Just chrome, seamless showers and open space
Inviting air and light so we may shunt the grave
Keep your marshmallow bulges
those wisps of forgotten sheers
distorted aerials of gossamer
but those grey pinks
laden with promises
of the foreboding
speak with a ethereal heaviness
i am here
Form
Mass
Drooping
Heaviness
Weeping bodies age
Stretched elongated wrinkled form
Distorted hound dog faces as Youth's beauty fades
Eventually we return to the ground as water evaporates to dust
the heaviness of
muscle constriction heaves easy
simple touch caresses
a pillar of strength
apexes amongst the clouds
a breath of fresh air
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PENNED ON JULY 25, 2014!
eyes smarting with tiredness,
not registering on the words I see,
heart aching with heaviness,
looking at the last letter you wrote to me,
pages full of the love, that wasn't to be.
Penned 26/7/2017
The clouds overhead smother me.
Their heaviness, mirroring my thoughts,
And the grayness of their pain
Rains down cold memories,
Onto my soul like acid rain,
Eating away at my chance to
For once,
Be happy.
Form:
The heaviness of heart lifts.
I want it gone, but I hold it tighter still.
Crashing through me, knocking me down, picking me up.
It needs to go, it has to.
Lost to love, feeling our hearts fade.
You are gone.
Tell me what you're afraid to lose
tell me what you're afraid to keep
all that keeps you awake at night
and steals you from your sleep
The heaviness inside doesn't know what it wants
so it cries, cries, cries.
lightening the soul
taking away
the heaviness
of the weight
that has
been placed
upon the
heart
to teach you
if only you
would only
let me help you
all that is desired
here is your
elevated state of
happiness
C and V are gone forever
Punched too hard
Copy and Paste
Space bar holding court
Wanting a rally to protest
The heaviness of my fingers.
I slap them happily
Typing 85 words a minute
Unconcerned about their silly protest.
Wetness,the dress in what we born,
Sweatiness in stress,fitness or torn,
In wetness and sweatiness,
In proudness or shameless,
In heaviness or lightness while we grow,
But the sweatiness,is the business at the end all go!
Olden wordsmiths surely got it right,
one syllable to express the pain,
foggy heaviness clenching lungs,
razor-sharp edge gutting cleanly,
spear point piercing leaden heart,
weary shoulders, arms drooping
and all because of sudden rejection.
Weight
It’s even lesser than
The light in weight,
But greater than the cosmos,
With its heaviness,
And only that little heart
Could hold it,
If it’s clear from envy
And full of love.
By: R K Chowdary Jasti
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It hasn't bitten yet
Sense lingers still of green and blue
But memories come shivering
My skin still damp though chilling through
Something in the air
Spells of heaviness gently falling
Strange music of despair
Through Nature's voice is calling
TACTILE
By Frank Daub
Tactilis – the Ancients said.
“Capable of being touched” –
There is a heaviness in this word,
That awakens the soul – too much.
Of lost proximity, hand
Touching – hand?
Or
Love
reaching the empty space
Of an unresponsive land.
SATURDAY EMPTINESS
When are you coming back?
I have this Saturday emptiness
Supporting my heaviness
Amidst the closing night.
At least I am able to entertain my loneliness,
With galaxy of dreams.
I miss your love now,
So come to me and we’ll drink
That unassuming love with joy.
When it comes to your happiness,
Debt is a terrible thing.
To owe and not be capable of paying
Creates a terrible heaviness in the heart.
It is wonderful to have the things you want,
But not at the expense of contracting
Excessive fear.
Being in debt is worse than artichokes o pizza.
This bed’s supporting limbs
do not sleep like the log
they were cut from.
Dreaming of that splintering
they mourn when I move,
remembering leaves
and caressing breeze.
Now down for the count
and holding a heaviness
of flesh and bone,
they can only moan.