Short Persist In Poems

How cruel my heart
is!... To persist in beating
although you're gone......

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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!...

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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...

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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....

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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....

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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
...

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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...

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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...

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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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