Short Idle Poems
Short Idle Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Idle by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Idle by length and keyword.
Is There Such A Place
To whence goes the day
When day is done...and where does
tomorrow come from?
urge to do
this or that
what’s the cause
living light
is complete
yet we fall
first descent
then ascent
seems like play
is sentience a curse if we feel
God’s breath breathing all forms
and is innocence heart’s weakness
as bliss magnetism organic form storms
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Lost with time to spare
on the up and up to crescendo.
Now, uptime set to idle, bored!
Gliding, downsliding -
freefalling to the flipside.
When I am idle and alone…
That is when the good possibilities are ruled out.
It is like watching a hundred shooting stars burn out forever.
articulation reinforces
the glue that grips us
on the canvas of life
silence on the other hand
being bereft of attribute
enlivens soul’s stillness
Should we assume
What God would have us do ~
If we ourselves
Can’t even think it through?
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h/t to Gershon’s He Met His Goal
If sadness be the eternal gift of love
Live out a life of Love till Eternity
And let all sadness Lie
Because nothing good
Ever comes from rotten plums
And idle bums
we’re spoon fed
being breathed
by God’s breath
our mind thinks
and heart feels
misaligned
scripts we weave
hypnotic
delusion
27-January-2023
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If we be space within which flows time,
drumming a beat sounding love’s chime,
where then is the fun, if no surprises stun
and there are no imperfections to be undone?
There is far too much idle chatter,
On trivial things that do not matter
Perhaps some sensible debate
Something that the world awaits
Be more helpful than the latter.
Words pass unspoken,
Louder than any that have been uttered,
In love, in passion, in frustration, in pain,
The soundlessness of the divine,
Clearly present in the refrain.
A pond kept unclean
is detrimental to all
that accretes to it.
Pace, G
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05-24-2012
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apology from heart with eyes smiling
that ego spawned aberrations be healed
a simple task yet difficult for some
foolishly frittered is the gift of life
soul deadened to throb of the cosmic hum
The answers don’t seem to match the questions,
The lesson have not been fully learned,
The struggle continues, the progress is real,
Pressing on seems the course,
And standing still remains an option.
each moment in linear time
if we be mindfully awake
we will notice the clues
life leaves all around
if response be gentle
soul presence ascends
whilst if driven by the ego
the life lessons are repeated
a gift I share is
idleness a gift for you
I superimpose
classroom back sitters
find futures as beautician
or divorce lawyer
front pews church sitters
best view observers also
judge of character
All we want is to stop being idle.
In this time of grief.
The urgency is over.
That once that kept us sane.
And now we feel lazy.
But if she could talk to us-
She would say she is being lazy too.
perhaps responsibility stifles spontaneity
if we be the doer so enacting the play
but innocence in resonation with love
is motiveless and without any inhibition
as exuberance outpouring effervescence
27-May-2023
Lil-babies are dying
N caskets.
trapped in pain
burning n ashes.
buck da compassion
cus they don't even care......
but it's what is wrote down
that brings us here to question .
Of weather there's a god or
even a heaven.
Form:
regrets of past
fear of future
are erased
the now continuum
renews its vigour
by bliss grazed
behold fate ripples
dancing in space
soul’s unfazed
truth that is always is
yet when we see it
we’re amazed
wherever there be thought know ego is at play
even if the thought be delicate and subtle
simply because thoughts are dualistic
and light of Self is transcendent
poised beyond space-time
in subjective awareness
dwelling in peace
Her chatter annoyed her Queen one day
Afflicted she could only echo what others say,
In time she just wasted away,
rejected by the lover of her choice,
'til she became,just a voice.
The legendary nymph Echo,her lover was Narcissis
A thread of thought I caught
Then lost to watch it dangle
Among the ones flown past
To hopelessly entangle.
I try to tell you not to ask.
What said in haste might strangle.
The web of lies in idle thoughts
The truth would surely mangle.
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