Short Purposeless Poems
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fragile, weak
always but an inch from death
hollow journey.
round and round
drifting
shaking
purposeless
but her wings look pretty
a
minimalistic
purposeless
play
in
a
wake-up
call
chaos
affirmed
in
the
absence
of
sound*
I looked,
Vision is the cause of darkness
blindness is the end of it all
The words of wisdom we await for
In this purposeless wandering
Essence is a senseless pursuit
All that ends, ends well
CUATRO-- SANDCASTLES
Category: QUATRAIN
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date: October 9, 2025
purposeless purpose
constructed in wash away sand,
ruled by wind and waves
my life an ebbing tide circus.
What have I not done?
What can I not do now?
I do not want to die!
I have been, I have been nothing;
Have been a prince,
I have been a purposeless vagabond
To the evidences of same people,
I still see them,
I wonder what they see,
I thank my Creator for
Awarding me breath.
Therapeutic tipping points
of a pointless
purposeless ego life
Repurposes meaningful
primal ecosystemic
Whole ReGenerative Systems
of
and for
secular/sacred
purpose/meaningful
co-passionate relationships,
rooted in nonviolent communications
for ReStoring
and ReStorying
Earth Justice/Peace.
Without you, my
thoughts go untethered;
I find myself
in the ether
aimless
with no goal
Spiritual
with out soul
purposeless
As my ********
pointless
with point of entry
choices
but nothing to chose
motion
but no place to move
lost
is me without
you
Oh this winter;
Begone
The cold made bitter with a relentless wind;
Begone
Please, Spring, push
it back
Lean, shove, melt
it back
Summer warmth
I miss you
Severe clear days
I miss you
Horses hot breath,
Smell of rain,
I miss you.
Lazy river,
lulling heart beats
into a molasses dream.
A stick with a leaf sail
steers through diamonds
as the sun-sparkles reflect
off the idle meandering purposeless river.
I miss you.
Hear my voice,
Imploring you for a better life condition.
Can’t you see my life is purposeless?
Hear my voice,
Begging for help to pursue my education
Can’t you see my dream is vanishing away?
Hear my voice,
Screaming for the reflection of happiness
Can’t you see that my goal is unreachable?
To be in love is to be not heartless,
To show compassion is to hear my weary voice
Lamenting for dire relief and assistance to heal my soul.
Form:
So that you are left barely a person
Near inhuman, but just...
Mind and body wrecked with havoc
Trying to persuade people that you are still who you once were
They fail to believe-
To remember that you are
To remember who you are
And in remembering, mind turns cheek a pale, bitter pink
So flinches the upward turned palm
That makes humility seem flawed
Purposeless and incomplete
Fading, one must, in and out of sleep
Just to be sober enough to get on.
Hello my friend.
I had forgotten you.
I read so many ways to come home to the Truth,
that I pick up signs
and make them into
chaos designs.
Images are communication
and words dilute.
The essence of reality is mute.
I heard the descriptions fall from my mouth.
Purposeless and judgments of past
with blooming awareness of
an unconscious brain path.
The death of those pictures as they hit open air,
illuminate pure birth forms
and wisdom to share.
Though I'm a sojourner,
Though I'm on a pilgrimage,
It's not a stealth walk,
It's not a purposeless race,
My grip must be firm on the brace,
I must be an astute runner,
Unruffled by life's plummet,
Still holding firm my racket,
Life is like a bird’s plumage,
It’s true form is beyond the surface,
Much more needs to be
conquered on the inside,
Than can be seen on the outside,
It’s a battle of wits,
It’s not a conquest with stave,
It’s a palace for the brave.