Short Unceasing Poems

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Premium Member Longevity SK

longevity durable, stable everlasting, enduring, remaining career, antique, love, eternity surviving, undying, unceasing hardy, tenacious constancy
Form: Diamante


Premium Member Love Conquers

love always triumphs in spite of hate abounding emotional highs with unceasing happiness served up by people we love
written August 12, 2021
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Love Conquers - a Repost

love always triumphs in spite of hate abounding emotional highs with unceasing happiness served up by people we love
reposted January 30, 2022
Form: Tanka

Mea Culpa

Sins of others may give pain with which I'm fraught

But don't cause me unceasing distress that lingers within

It's those things that I did but should not have, or didn't but ought

That nag me in the wee small hours and stay under my skin
Form: Rhyme

Fight, Struggle

First fight for breath,
struggle unceasing.
First cry escapes,
heart beats unending.

Mind dims, years pass.
Lungs tire, heart tears.
To stop is to die.

First fight goes on.
First struggle continues.
But death stalks.
But death stalks.
Form: Elegy


Unceasing Compassion of Love

B-irthday 
R-emembrance 
O-f 
O-verflowing 
K-indness 
E-mploys 

L-ove's 
U-nceasing 
C-ompassion 
H-eartily 
I-mplementing 
C-omposition's 
H-appiness 

Topic: Birthday of poetess Brooke Luchich (February 23) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Form: Acrostic

I Know You

You may not think so
 but deep down within
you know
 our lives entwined a half century ago
joined and combined in our desires
 then lingering forever in our love.
At last, as time remains unceasing
 ever moving quickly forward
at last
 I know you.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.

Liquid Health

A cup of green tea
Starts my day 
The taste is marvelous 
The health benefits unceasing
Aroung the world 
Green tea awakens millions 
Enjoy it! 
For health and happiness 
is omething everbody needs 
Peace & Love to you 
From NYC's Lower East Side

My Willow Tree

Branches billowing,
Churning with the wind,
The chill in the air,
Feels calming today,
You’re twenty years old,

I feel ancient,
You share my age,
But not stature,
You outshine me,

I feel time,
It jogs on,
Unceasing,

I’m here,
Willow,

Tree.

Premium Member Steady Healing Hum

Current stabilisation
Unceasing pulse
Divine love radiation
Manifest at once 

Palms & feet ignited 
Resplendent glow
In solitude delighted
By electricity flow

No longer sporadic  
Is the magnetism
Divine elixir eclectic
Fills all chasms 

Within

09-October-2020
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Recluse

an unceasing
        longing
unfolds
        leisure..
            time:
a gloomy
        infinite
        in prospect,
the outlook
       so uncertain,
the ancient
    no longer
         flourishes...
the curtain
         is about
            to
               fall
Form: Verse

Premium Member River

The sedate, marvelous morn.
It is incised into the wondrous ,
   delighted,, greenish star ,
The sun is sowed in  a melodic ,
amazing orchids.
An unceasing felicity fills
with an enriched, charming
run-let.
An exceptional, great gladness 
flooding, the extraordinary
rivulet.

Golden Ember

Moments of gold
Ones to remember
Impossible to hold
Golden flakes of ember

Luminous dust
Twinkling hope
Unceasing gust
Of agile smoke

Won’t be attained
Can’t be secured
As with all good things
The lines are blurred

Inhale the haze
And hold your breath
The ethereal blaze
Warns of death
Form: Rhyme

Sardines

imagine the sardines
in the tube
swimming round and round
against an unceasing
mock current
do they know their place?
Doomed to live as an aquatic chandelier
as perpetual showmen for the sake of our “knowledge”
Do they know?
Im terrified to think that they might not,
because then maybe we dont either.
© Gab Batter  Create an image from this poem.

God Will Never Leave You

G-od will never leave you
I-n times of trouble; 
N-either will the Father
E-nd nor cut His love so ample.

B-e faithful and true, 
A-lmighty God is there; 
L-et your life remain
I-n His unceasing care.
N-everending grace first of June
G-ives a blessing or two; 
W-eather the storms of life, 
A-s God will never leave
Y-ou.
Form: Acrostic

Less Talk and More Work

L-ess talk and more work
O-pen the door for success; 
R-eaching the greatest goal
I-s unceasing or
E-ndless.

J-ust need less talk and more work, 
A-im at finishing the race; 
V-ictorious journey in life
I-s based on God's grace.
E-leventh of December Monday,just listen not to the jerk; 
R-iver that runs deep in silence has less talk and more work.
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Softened Attention

Watchfully looking
Poised attention
Without seeking
Flowing in elation

The thus continuum
An unceasing flow
Throbbing sensorium
Is with bliss aglow

Reflex fulcrum 
Centred in bliss
Devoid of ego residuum 
Joyful - nothing amiss

Ever flowing in ecstasy
Love marks not time
Bliss throb in continuity 
Ineffable rapture sublime

17-October-2020
Form: Rhyme

One Word

One man,
a pen that never halts,
unceasing along the page.
One man,
a world to see,
a word to write.
One man,
alone without himself,
with all around fading.
One man,
sitting in his chair,
staring out.
One man,
his hand still at last,
his pen lays beside the page,
around him lays papers,
thousands thrown aside.
One man,
A hundred years,
One word.

One Word

One man,
a pen that never halts,
unceasing along the page.
One man,
a world to see,
a word to write.
One man,
alone without himself,
with all around fading.
One man,
sitting in his chair,
staring out.
One man,
his hand still at last,
his pen lays beside the page,
around him lays papers,
thousands thrown aside.
One man,
A hundred years,
One word.

Premium Member Unceasing Spirits

The purpose of modesty wisdom and serenity
we spotted roadblocks in the countryside
Beyond this stage genuine realms and ages
the purpose of modesty wisdom and serenity
Mankind is flawed humanity is tarnished
Evil and unethical events contributed to his death
the purpose of modesty wisdom and serenity
we spotted roadblocks in the countryside



Written May 3, 2021
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Triolet

Premium Member Soggy Trails

unceasing, unstoppable
a force of nature, this rain
the sun no sooner pops out 
here come the clouds and my hopes are dashed again

wretched, muddy, soggy trails
far too slippery to hike
a day that I regretted
winter’s constant rain is what I most dislike

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An Endecha, in quatrains of 7x:7a:7x:11a, intended to be a lament or a "sad song that locks up a moan"
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

To Love Again

We both left
Our sinking love
Without a cause
Tears tearing eyes
Flowed unceasing.
For no reason,
An unknown 'why'
We have sacrificed
Our burning passion
Meadering our souls.
How could something
Loved so much
Hurt ice deep?
We now desire
Coming back still
A string broken
Difficult to mend
Have tried tired
To love again
Just like before...
I can't 
I'm so sorry...
art

Premium Member Noumenon

there is this unceasing play within an oscillation to which we are witness our stillness fulcrum tranquil and sanguine whilst attention flows in form and formlessness both aspects experiential have their own validity cognised by self aware awareness noumenon renewing bliss throb in seamless continuity breezing through manifest phenomenon 29-January-2021
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Who Am I

‘Who am I’ an unanswerable question
The questioner being in a hypnotic trance
The mind that asks itself requiring negation
Dissolution of identity being our only chance

Clue being ‘what is that that neither comes nor goes’
That that experiences unaffected as formless awareness
Silence & stillness revealing our Self as bliss in repose
Resonating with Ohm in an unceasing flow of blissfulness
Form: Rhyme

Twenty Seventeen

Twenty Seventeen

Who am I on January 2nd,
Am I who I was on November 1;
More dominoes have fallen,
How quickly, increasing, unceasing.

So deep in loneliness gripping;
Hungover without the wine,
And blind to what meditation 
Reveals quickly, and as quickly steals.

I rattle between the crash of symbols,
Concentration stolen away;
Who am I on January 2nd?
Let the future have its way.

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