Short Plaguing Poems
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Pondering perils
of writing poems in rhyme,
it plunders my mind.
A poet's plaguing problem
so I propose to pen prose.
arthritis returns
plaguing my extremities
time for aspirin
chemistry for sleepless nights
and painful aggravations
Written September 8, 2022
Plaguing
my idle moments
Like the wind
blowing off the prison isle
Confinement
becomes my mistress
Trapping each feeling
unsentenced — and alone
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
22
I don’t know
How to go on
Caught in the depths
Of depression
Its alcohol
Plaguing me still
But it’s a far cry
From where I was
And who I used to be
And now it’s let’s
Let the blessings be
Basking in emptiness
reality takes a back seat
dream flight discarnates
dependent origination
karmic kisses enclosed
(Title--term used by ancients to describe
negative karmic patterns passing from body
to body, plaguing one's earthly psyche.)
The need to love and be loved,
to be patented and acquired for belonging
cherished,
relevant,
appreciated,
wanted,
and owned
resumes magnified
plaguing her mind
for comfort
almost
immediately
despite and even after the heartbreak.
Form:
Beautiful babies blowing bubbles,
Terrible teens tempting troubles.
Parent's plaguing problems perplexing
Viewing various values vexing.
Doctors diagnose diseases.
Potent potion prescription pleases.
Debating difficult diagnosis,
Desperately diluting doses.
Hiding behind
each veil of deception
a reckoning awaits
Looming above
the sea of destruction
a fugitive of fate
Grasping for breath
on the edge of tomorrow
the future air most thin
Plaguing the weak
adrift in their sorrow
— the DNA of sin
(The New Room: January, 2025)
Passionless I see each new day arrive and depart.
I shall not falter upon any deed.
I betray not
Why is this feeling plaguing my mind and spirit?
I was never insensible to my deity.
Or ever will be.
Listless I lay upon the life before me and beyond.
Apathetically I continue with a plea.
I will awake.
restless thoughts drain my mind
to stay or leave, a choice plaguing dead of night
fate...unkind
one dream on hold
while hours invade without delight--
I'm cold
coins tossed
nothing goes right--
lost!
restless thoughts drain my mind
while hours invade without delight
lost!
Refined on blazes
of judgments
haphazard
yesterday's zest
is a fortress
of embers
memorials burn
surrendering souls
into the fumes
plaguing your
emotions the
cinders awoke
allow the zeal
of the darkness
nudge you
to view
the yesteryear is near
a dimness &
not what
will last
Written: September 29, 2022
It was like a
Circus arena
The arrival of
Hurricane Katrina
Coming down on Us
like Ike did Tina
Merely, plaguing Us
with emphysema
Which couldn't be cured
by FEMA
So, what were We to do
with No redeemer
Except to keep dreaming
like SELENA
Leaving Our Loved Ones to
put on the high beamer
When JESUS, Our Souls,
did subpoena
There it is, another contest
setting words to test
used and versed or rhymed
by mind set speculations refined.
A list of connected integrations
plaguing my mind in stagnation
without a hope of intervention
by someone's desire and dedication.
There they lay
calling out to my dismay
when nothing gathers them to phrase
this inner loss to malaise.
Far from shy;
w a l k s ten feet tall,
divorced
from plaguing doubts
and anxiety.
Steadfastly
b e l i e v e s
in himself,
and boy,
does it show!
It's powdered
all over his face;
there's a pep in his step.
He...
exudes confidence!
weeps ! WEEPS ! weeps
whispers my heart
while I lay in bed
mind powered with thoughts-
weeps ! WEEPS ! weeps
people dying around the world
who don't have a place to sleep
whose everyday thought is death-
weeps ! WEEPS ! weeps
falling bombs around the world
hunger plaguing brothers
famine engulfing-
weeps ! WEEPS ! weeps
you enjoy the sleep
and others are dying
and i start weeping-
Always beautiful, to me,
the sunrise holds no more power
than your smile does over me.
Fragile, like glass,
I'm still useless
helpless
and watching from afar-
an unhelpful little malady
plaguing a broken, fragile heart.
You're always beautiful to me
and it pains me
to see you cry;
I'll be standing here,
at the side,
waiting for my love-
a lonely child with a lonely heart,
dreaming of a life
without heartbreak.
Can't breathe
silently suffocating
as the guilt devilishly strangles me
confusion, distrust, infinite questions
swirling around in my head
like the numbers in a bingo drum
chasing, haunting
the thoughts permeate day and night
plaguing me in my dreams
there is no escape
my silent screams echo inside
can no one hear?
I speak
No, not now
the pain still remains
behind the smile.
Form:
The burning embers tuned his fiddle
Hiding in a smoke of grey
Who’s tune was heard but quietly
Beckoned dancers in a cloud of smoke
The tune seemed lovely and the dance alluring
I find myself within their trance
My white washed silks have long since changed
Tarnished with the dancers kiss
She chokes me with her shallow love
Plaguing stench in my attire
As dreams pass by of fresh clean air,
Again I wake within her arms
MY HEART IS HEAVY AND MY MIND IS
BUSY.I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT'S
PLAGUING ME.I THOUGHT I CAST MY
CARES ON YOU.FOR THIS WHAT YOU
TOLD ME TO DO....DID I TAKE THEM
BACK SUB-CONSCIENCE(LY)? I'M UP
ALL DAY AND MOST OF THE NIGHT.
LORD...PLEASE TAKE THESE BURDENS
AWAY FROM ME ...AND I PROMISE I
WON'T TAKE THEM BACK..NOW MY MIND
CAN SLEEP IN PERFECT PEACE.WITH
YOUR ANGELS SURROUNDING ME......
A PERFECT NIGHTS REST..............
Swiftly moving water washing away his sin,
memories of the last time plaguing me once again.
A child’s sweet innocence, ripped away in vain,
endlessly hiding the deeds, eternally hiding the pain.
Never let the others see the guilt suspended deep within,
when asked what is the matter force an outward grin.
Tell not of this dirty secret for the shames to much to bear,
Let the water wash away the filth and pretend it was not there.
I reminisce, I miss
The olden days
When we could just play,
No cares in the world
Just what we could do
So that we may have fun
And we would just
Whirl and twirl and
Be blissfully happy
Not having to worry
About what is to come
But to live in the moment
And be joyously well,
No negative thoughts
Or hurt plaguing us,
Only a good day
And a good way to spend it
These are the times
I reminisce, I miss
Written on March 21, 2021
A long night without sleep,
Dreams lay waste to silence,
Scenes empty, moments lonely,
Thoughts wishful, action passive.
Shackles of redundancy,
A cycle, round and round,
A blast from the past eternal,
Plaguing every sleep.
Nights are not for work,
But the 'mares of fears,
Haunted by the stagnation,
Of old past, strong and near.
Hidden talents, pouring hopes,
Promises of good times,
Even when they come,
Good times don’t last.
God said, Checkmate
Written; by Tom Wright
January 1st 2015
I was surviving in life, just doing my thing,
Only one day to realize, my life, was a mess.
In life’s chess game, God had my attention,
With life in the balance, I dared not to guess.
With worry plaguing me, and spirit bound,
I accepted Jesus Christ as my living answer.
By repenting, my sins, now under his blood,
Made the news less important, of my cancer;
You say you are a Christian. How do I
know? How can I tell. When a look is
wrongly perceived, or a word is
misunderstood, do you have the
latitude to have an attitude?
Christian, what makes you different?
What sets you apart? Where are you
when I'm stumbling and fumbling
through life? Where are you when
festering, pestering issues are plaguing
my life?
Christian, where are you? Show me the
way to go. After all, aren't you supposed
to know?
Such a tormenting and hateful act,
In the heavens a very accepted fact,
Love torments more than a tormenting plague,
With such meaning awfully obscure and vague,
Once so pure thought to be,
Used in anger plaguing eternity,
Now a sin tormenting a pious fool,
A sin so aloof and used as a tool,
Tool of humans used as a weapon,
To lure, trap, and massacre in just a second,
With nothing to lose but their own empathy,
Making hearts so sore existing solely for cruelty.