Short Impacting Poems
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A breathy caterwauling doesn’t evoke feelings glowing hardily
Impacting justification. Kindness leaves meaningful nuances
off-putting quiet responses,
surging toward unified victorious wins
‘xasperating your zaniest assemblies.
a blue pansy night
indigo sundown garden
impacting colors
rubies in the sky
and gems where I am walking
dramatic nature
rhododendron drones
honeybees are yet in blooms
at the day's downfall
Written on 5/22/2022
For: A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
When I was young
I sought out wisdom
Now that I have wisdom
I see the hopes of the future
Open books with pages pure white
With arms and eyes
Seeking out
And I dare to write words
Words that will never be erased
Impacting myself upon that open book
Ideas that may haunt me
All the days of my life
Form:
Stage 1 splashing colours of pink and red.
An impacting blow, I'm holding my head.
Blue and purple, I'm now at Stage 2.
The swelling has started, all because of you!
Pale green is Stage 3, the healing has begun.
Maybe you should get prepared to run!
Stage 4 is yellow with a hint of brown hue.
My bruise is now fading as is my memory of you!
Not everyone is like the rain
Ever-pounding into the concrete with a
Roar sounding through the clouds above
Drenching everything in its path as
A reminder of their abilities
Extroverts
There are those of snow-like characteristics
Gracefully gliding down to whatever
Land the wind so desires to clothe
Nearly silent to the world
Yet impacting just as many
Introverts
Many blood red moons are rising!!
Is this natures phenomena
Or strange events to make grown-up
Seek arms of her loving mama?
Some say that the world is ending
While educators claim to know
Ingredients it takes to make
This impacting, heavenly show.
The entire world will be watching
The magnificent scene to hail.
When its done I hope I'm still here
To report the miraculous tale.
With no eyes,
we see.
With no ears,
we hear.
In patience, we wait.
Our hope;
A heart’s joy.
In the darkness,
finding light.
In the stillness,
a caring touch.
A voice of truth
In quietness.
Being in the midst-
Unfolding, unknown,
“Perceived”.
Impacting the whole,
a continual change for good.
Be ye Faithful - “To”.
Consistent in your doings and sayings,
A balance of flow…
I found my new course of action living only from distraction to distraction screw this
lost need for attraction I'm sick of waiting and asking wanting needing & gasping fighting
for a breath of something everlasting so i say screw it I'm passing no one is ever on the
same page especially for compassion diving back in I give into to the crashing lust to
lust our bodies smashing impacting reacting then finally clashing
Broad lights with shy free energy
Reign through the clouds with majesty
Endlessly growing and reaching
Adorably shining and enriching
Kingdoms below with the power of kingdom above
Illuminating the world and all
Nurturing the lights within us all
Guiding through the dark around us
Leading towards new hope
Impacting our lives each new day
Glowing in tomorrow's dark
Heavenly born
Truthfully gifted
Events present themselves for redressal,
in as merely playing out as ordained,
impacting ego in body vessel,
which for now, is by fears and desires stained,
until love divine by soul is ingrained.
All that is, is a splash in the ocean,
so why for then, this needless commotion,
going through this here lucid dream sequence?
Partaking of soma nectar potion,
obviates need for soul to pay penance.
03-May-2022
Silence is the protective barrier of thoughtful consideration.
Reviewing, deducing, and choosing thoughts to turn into verbal interaction .
Inevitably impacting ones’ life’s direction
Churning wisdom, perspective, hindsight and discretion;
once silence turns to sound;
A choice has been made,
A sound has been found .
Directional foundation laid
Course chosen, path paved :
Silence is the predecessor of ones
verbal human communication .
In the rising sun,
Coming down by the mountains,
Echoes the sirens of seas.
Teaming with all life
Were clouds of foul defilement
Shifting torrents to crimson...
Metal vessel floats,
Tainting with slow corruption;
Flora, fauna, disruption...
Hopeful sakura
With leaves falling, vanishing;
Whales sprawling from erosions.
Trying to forestall,
From corrosions nature squalls.
Dying, perishing pleura...
*Collaborative with J.C.M.C.*
Cinders spark and crack,
and flames wriggle like snakes,
fleeing a pit of roast-en ash,
through wooden crates and molten wheel,
gasoline explodes and hells release,
of red hot smut, engulfs with blackest soot,
tectonic shift within the flame,
brings blazing, tower crashing down,
impacting like King Kong,
as tragic as the greatest wrong,
scattered silhouettes of folk,
scramble to and fro and dance and try,
to intervene and drown the primal scream.
High blue sky with a gusty west wind
with a mix of hazy grey-white clouds underneath,
smoke from fires out West,
more than half a continent away.
Unusual weather for this time of year but
but the unusual is usual these days
just in different ways.
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solastalgia is the distress produced by environmental change impacting on people directly connected to their home environment.
I write the wrongs upon the page
To see how wrong it feels
Scribbles that seem to last forever
A hurt that never heals
Happy venting
demented joy
A space that is my own
A place that can call my home
To never feel alone
The words I write so proud and bright
Alleviating stress
Impressive posture impacting people
A pleasant subtle mess
Once the pen has spoke my heart
I sit back and rest
And let the words untie the tangle
To leave me feeling blessed
My father's words,
Pieces from his heart,
His candid words,
Fall swiftly like leaves from a tree,
They hit like a hammer on an anvil,
Dropping in like a bob into a pool,
To make that splash that ripples far and wide,
My father's words,
They're lights that brighten a dark path,
His candid words,
They're pathways that link two worlds,
They're impacting words,
They're battle shields,
He calls me to sit beside him,
He tells me to listen and heed.
April 19, 2022.