Short Stagnancy Poems
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an evil damns the stream
a stagnancy so deadly,
life cannot not run
its natural course.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
November 18, 2012
We hold the reigns to victory, or defeat - or that awful purgatory of in-between.
May 11, 2018
Note: Written in an email in regards to the state of stagnancy.
Look at what I fed your mind, your ego and pride
I created a creative little secrecy
Where your beauty never fades within and out the galaxy
Stagnancy is change you aim for eternity
So much to say
But, the glimpse of light
Took my seat
Left me in awe
Of his big gentle smile
Passing on anemic, passing in strength
Stagnancy retired
The eagle fly freely and back hunting again
Long live Dominion
Its all about Jouney of stone..
Although its self contradictory
Stone, symbol of stagnancy
stone , immovable tense
out of ages n part of death
yet , image of God for many..
Stone ... You r everything,but nothing ..
Form:
Its all about Jouney of stone..
Although its self contradictory
Stone, symbol of stagnancy
stone , immovable tense
out of ages n part of death
yet , image of God for many..
Stone ... You r everything,but nothing ..
Form:
Bankers from their benches to cicumvent in webs
Anxieties of the dwindling bread in vicious schemes
Nation-states invent, becomes by promise celebs
Kindled on uncrowned hearts, now dries up dreams.
Ensnared we ponder at reforming this global art
Reviling old landscapes and phantoms of magic lust
Servile greed has coffled all to the stagnancy of trust
A speed in stagnancy?
i doubt possible
but to believe in greatness
is to be limitless
making every barrier
a barrel of exploration of opportunity
and every opportunities, a moment
moment to exhibit limitless capabilities
for a limitless world is not a world
without obstacles
but a world with courage and bravery
to change the unchangeable
and face our fears...
Chunks of time get taken away from life,
through sickness and stagnancy,
with each sun-filled day that passes,
The soul travels through stages,
embarking on a destination unknown,
hoping that someday it will come into
a space that it can call its own,
Shifting between dying and living,
unsettled by the uncertainty of
not knowing what the final outcome
will be......
Form:
I scorn the scowls
of winter’s reaper
steel slicing scythe
his corded calamity!
Who grabs the life
from my chest
a killing clutch
his murderous glee!
Cold stagnant breath
rots my cheek
putrid frigid blight
his icy stagnancy!
Loud howling voice
a solemn knell
the endless tolling
his ringing revelry!
Oh scavenger of
dark March day
die a death
so set me free!
the sloth yawns at time
inert, as listless minutes
turn wasted hours to years
work is left undone
avoided like a poison
the very thought, repugnant
the useless hand rules
in sluggish monotony
repeated “ad nauseam”
hear the weary sighs
a disinterest in ideas
thinking takes too much effort
how dull the moments
how easy to lay around
drearily, suffocating
and so the sloth goes
through blank, barren idleness
wallowing in stagnancy
Written on 10/23/2018
Life full of sorrow life full of fears
life full of cries and screams and tears
Life full of misery life full of dread
Life full of silence .. words unsaid
Life full of horror filled nightmare
Calls Upon You... Are You There?
Life full of hatred life full of vain
Life full of grudges life full of pain
Life full of stagnancy corroding every while
Life full of people who fake smile
Life of regret life full of despair
Calls Upon You... Are You There?