Short Smallness Poems
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If we could only step out
from behind our smallness
—and see the bigger truth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
At the foot, or on the top of the huge mountain,
we perfectly understand our smallest
greatness and our enormous smallness ...
the moon is mine tonight
from a little corner
of the room
i see it sheltered beneath
the bough of a tree
its full beauty is not diminished
by the smallness of the view
rather it is enhanced by
my feelings...
Drowning in my bitterness
and the smallness of reluctance
I refuse again to see
what life has gifted me unclaimed
Falling back into the prison of my dark
unfolding memoir
Drifting lost into an older time
— negativity holds dear
(The New Room: May, 2024)
so proud of your country
were taught to honor others
mark of an adult
stand with great pride
no matter how big or small
all are one, do admire
how small you become
joke not of others homeland
smallness, just derides
11-5-2020
That you married me
That the sun rose, the day after you died
That first snowdrops still blossom in the cold
That winter, depression, grief and frustration are not winning
That my smallness matters, when I stand beneath the starry sky
That purity, faith, hope, love, truth, steadfastness and kindness always win
The infinity of the universe
stretches beyond our comprehension
Our minds can only imagine
with renderings on the theme
and our perpetual colors of creativity
painted in our minds by the sense of our smallness
So we look in awe
gathering in starlights to fill our wondrous dreams
7/6/19
contest The Universe
Did you just say that word!
Stretch it out to ‘good’ and it’s still bad.
We should stop labeling the wordless
or make the word ‘God’ so small
that it lives silently
upon every taste-bud of the tongue,
but don’t let that smallness escape
to speak,
for then again the subject
won’t be worth talking about.
we think we know
in the smallness of our ego mind
what we are and the purpose of life
after all we have been constantly shaped
to not think outside of the box
but if we break the mirror
we will see on the other side
that it has is all been fiction
our eternal soul
vast and all knowing
waits patiently
for us to shatter the illusion
If I was a gnat I know whom I would bother
I would hide in their garbage disposal
flying up into their face when they ran water in their sink
I would hit them in the mouth, disgusting them
when I tired of being a gnat I would become a mosquito
buzzing in the ears of my enemies, biting them with gnarly teeth
in my smallness, I would finally get the revenge I seek
I am not stopping by.
Day was crumbling
in flares of core issues.
I have set my thoughts
between the cries of victims.
Hearing the shots, invoke
the fire ritual, silencing
the guns. My journey starts
to bury the evil, but fails.
Again hear the foot steps
of unknown. Understand my
smallness, loneliness, my doubts.
Move ahead of truth, step
into a black hole and
drag out the light.
Satish Verma
pulsating periwinkle stars dot the sky
under a lavender moon we make sweet love
on silk-soft sand two passionate lovers lie
as heavenly hosts serenade from above
all around us luminous fireflies fly
we take it in without either asking why
O the vastness and smallness of this warm night
we bask in the afterglow of love and light
* a tribute to the styles of Ink Empress and Brandy
In twilight,
the noose tightens-
and shadows start walking
towards you; to reclaim
your anonymity-
and declare in deadpan manner:
the author is dead.
Your smallness goes
on sale. You are subjected
to scrutiny by the small print, but
the truth escapes from lidless eyes.
A private punishment.
There was blood on the knife.
Why did you write a
sanguinary poem for your savior today ?
Satish Verma
By adsorption of resolve in your restraint
I see a newness contemplating Saint
as when a smallness intercedes, is faint
and solemn acquiescence nullifies complaint!
I see an inner spirit grow
and form as grace
as when God's promises are clear,
and voices from His urging's pace!
I see a molding fastness can't retrace,
that love's true depth creates without disgrace
I see a child of God within thy face
and mine ~ I see a Son spirit in pure embrace!
Herm saw in Fee, a person who barely knew how to live
John recognized Fee’s will, she had survived childhood Armageddon
Herm focused on her downfalls, belittling her
John nurtured her potential, inspiring her
Herm discouraged most of his students, they received low grades.
John built his students up, admiring their goodness, giving A’s.
“I never have given an A,” Herm said, in a proudly weird way.
John had no words, recognizing the smallness of the man.
A gull is tossed by high wailing winds,
then it lets its wings ride the storm.
Cliff top, we who watch under rain hats,
sway, and stare
strangely entranced by the sudden squall.
A certain sense of our smallness
in the greater scheme of things
comes upon us,
an acknowledgement perhaps
of our allotted place and power
especially the power
to roll with life's heaving seas,
and the wise choice
to fly with its winds
and not against them.
Falling, flowing, side by side
each in its own deride
nor temperament, nor landing's pride
but grace to weather nature's ride!
They fly together ~ falling's hide,
we notice whether, which and bide
their status sharing ~ air's complied
and colors faring in abide!
A sadness, caring opens wide
the faith of smallness in reside
my larger deeds seem small in stride
this oneness paring my confide!
My trust seems scaring, rent to tried
God's beauty ~ sparing poet's chide!