Short Persist In Poems
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Mad men scream inside my head
The dead feast upon my faith
Regurgitating what hope I have
Into the fire of damnation
Frustration engulfs me
Like the morning mist
Yet I persist in pursuing
The face of God.
Form:
One
had better not
persist in holding back
his many tears of suffering
for
there is always the danger
him to be drown into
the whirlpool of
grief!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 APRIL 2020
Why do we think it’s bad when other folks do it
While we persist in justifying our flagrant ways?
I suspect we cannot see our own shortcomings
Their misbehaviors despicable, ours merely flings.
Written March 20, 2022
Puppies nearly always
pee on the plush carpet
prior to housebreaking
positively normal;
perfectly natural.
Poor little fellows can't
persist in this practice!
FOURTH PLACE WINNER
Written April 7, 2021
for "Pleiades Poetry Contest - P"
sponsored by Kim Merryman
Ohm sweet ohm. Home sweet home.
Through computer cascades I roam.
Introspective resonances fade.
As quickly and eloquently as the plans I made.
Infomercials resist and persist in my head.
Ohm's reverberate until i'm dead .
Sweet shifting breezes in my mind.
Ohm how I despise your rotten kind.
I persist in singing my unknown beguiling ballads
As the verdurous pasture slowly glides
Over the vernal bowers of wilderness!
Yearnings, sorrows and joyfulness
Prompt me to offer floral tributes
To this celebrated earth wherein
For a while I roam to glimpse its grandeur—
Its legacy and alliance with mankind!
Fickle
Vain
An intolerable drain
Will my life be ruined by him
A right miserable pain?
I persist in seeking his
Bucketful of disdain
I would I am sure
Have more pleasure from the
Rain in Spain
I am glad he didst bid me farewell
Pity he did it before
I made that get lost
Voodoo spell
Is it too late I wonder
To ask my ex dear
Why the sacksful of hate?
No doubt it is
He has moved on
Spreading more hate
Across the landscape of broken dreams
There is a lack of a vision it seems.
In the journey of suffering and of faith
The rewards of joy are a long wait.
The prayers are fervent and sustained
The answers are not, only silence remains.
To continue on could be such a waste
Because there is no comfort in this state.
Yet I persist in this deep dark fog
Awaiting answers from a mysterious God.
We persist in running again.
Eyes widened by experience, open like wounds.
Heavy jaws of ruminated
Portions.
Hallucinations of wolves and foxes and mean people,
Ripped members and massacres could
Always and never happen. Our lives
Mean nothing while living in
Tastebuds of animals and those who profit
From our meat and coarse hair.
They fade in our mind, hitherto
We persist in running,
To fleetingly feel alive.
He is the God who can make it happen
Stand up and believe the Good News
The God of the Impossible is ready
Your faith in Him is steady
Dreaming beyond the call of duty is essential to your legacy
He is the God who can make it happen
God the Father is here to assist you
You need to persist in your faith because
He is the God who can make it happen
Stand up and believe the Good News
Mark Frank
Copyright 2025
Burnt wood, carved deep
Adrift in seas, the essence of sleep
blades bleed, cuts seep
create mysteries
the glass is in a fractured age
is vast finalize run
Around a forgotten sun
Of burnt wood n ash
I am lost in objects of art or form.
Like stone built to last
Burnt wood
broken glass
All are cast
All is encompassing
Burnt at last
Some things persist in memory
of memories
in a forgotten history
I’ll humble myself to fight
As fearless as a Knight
All may look very tight
Yet I’ll confront my plight
The thickness of the night
Or the altitude of the flight
In it there’s sunlight
And I know is very bright
Honor, really is my delight
I’ll persist in my might
In time! I know I’ll be right
The depth of my insight
One goal will I pursue in sight
To attain the uncommon height
And behold the shining light
what hopes
what dreams
lie left of the pieces
burned in a fire
and buried under an icy coat of snow?
what hopes
what dreams
are left in the human heart
as the blood pours to the ground?
what hopes
what dreams
persist in the soul
as it crumbles in the hands of another?
out of some joy
some dark joy
lies the death of hopes and dreams
stoked into a thousand embers of fiery tears
what hopes
what dreams
lie left as their charred remains are thrown into an icy grave?
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