Short Meaninglessly Poems

**5,7,5**

A four letter word
meaninglessly thrown around
in search for true love

....:JP]...

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Monday
mocks melancholy
chides children
plagues parents
traumatizes traffic
meanders meaninglessly
toward Tuesday

John G. Lawless
9/28/2020...

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Beyond
These trivial pursuits
The day looms long,
Largely unused, unplanned,
Promising unimportant
Activities.
Anticipating alternatives,
Inertly I idle,
Mind meandering meaninglessly,
Mildly morose,
Diffident, diffuse,
And aimless....

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understanding lacks her mysteries
all in my head
what wonder asunder?
a complex calibration
with my ego.
all in jest!
but, is it really?
what is the nip in the bud?
my rose?
my cucumber?
my lavender?
finger to lip, I pause,
eyes meandering meaninglessly,
comprehending nothing, I
turn away....

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Such a immense pain I feel
 when i realize that I am not the sun
 that illuminates your life ...
   Distress even greater when perceive
 that your moon has settled
    on the darker side
 that I don't notice ..
 And that we were the same as
    disconnected outcasts
 floating meaninglessly,
    wandering aimlessly,
 lost from that love
     athwart the spaces ...!...

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Ever feel you were taken a fool by someone
You thought you arctually knew
Turns out they played a better game 
And you are left with.heartache and pain
Funny how the truth comes out yet they tell
You it's wrong to have doubt
Yet they know exactly what they are talking
About
Your the fool and he so meaninglessly played
You and now your left with tears and shame
But you never thought you'd be a part of his 
Heartless game...

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The waves came to sweep me
on the pebbles

Through the ears of the breeze 
I whispered you

On the wings of the albatross
I saw the rising sun

Today exhausted I am on the stone
numbed feelings my poem is

By the thread of the living theory
I am feared existence

Bottomless dungeon of inferential news
I blame the times

I forget myself; I forget myself meaninglessly
for the self-made roots


-21.12.2020 Chattogram...

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Memory plays ‘hide-and-seek’.
Mind is a sorry seeker in this game.
A doctor prescribes to cure ‘the void’.
It’s a learned hypocrisy.

Words clash one another on Mrs.Pathu’s
tongue and fall down meaninglessly.
Infancy is reborn in the wet
shade of her Alzheimer’s.

Memory sets in her present
and rises in her past.
Intermittently falling beams
glare in her eyes.

She bobs up and down like the jetsam 
on the waves.
Now, life announces
its retrieval in doleful tones....

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