Short Vain Attempt Poems
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Amid the where’s and when’s and whys
The can’ts and won’ts and whiney sighs
Sit they with pencils as they paint
In words of metaphoric blue
In vain attempt to tightly grasp
The moment as it flashes past
I failed every vain attempt and cried myself to sleep praying desperately for another day to wake with hope that I will be able to move forward with integrity and humility so heaven may surely come and I enter into its peace.
Heart impenetrable.
I hammer a nail
In a vain attempt
To hang my portrait.
In the depth of her soul.
She loves me not,
The spark has long died,
Like a weak light
In a hurricane lamp.
Everything's dark
And hard.....
Like granite.
Like a Tuber mushroom
an Authoritarian State
thrusts myriad mycelium tendrils
in a vain attempt
to control every contingency.
Like a Fragrant fern
a Constitutional Republic
radiates spores far and wide
to invariably find
the wisest way.
AKA: I Should Have Looked Up The Definition Again Before Writing
Chills
shiver
up the spine,
settling in to
chatter teeth which clench,
a vain attempt to hide
from the world that illness grips
tight, weakening muscles, blurring
thought, and chaining imagination.
Methinks it is a hidden curse
This vain attempt to write in witty verse
To take the words and put them in reverse
Turn them to sardonic lines quite terse
Yet I pamper them as bedside nurse
With shaking head and lips that tightly purse
While rolling crumpled musings to the hearse
John G. Lawless
©1/17/2023
Sparse Plate
Never trust poetic twists
making old words new
forms that merely test your wits
hold your breath till blue.
Searching for the perfect rhymes
garnish for sparse plate
parsley, sage, and wilted thyme’s
vain attempt to sate.
4/4/2015
submitted to 7/5 Trochee – poetry contest
sponsor - Andrea Dietrich
Love’s Sullied Rose
He emptied the trash and his heart
the detritus of loving’s pain,
vain attempt to erase the start,
He emptied the trash and his heart
of sullied sweetness turned to tart
of loving's roses gone to stain.
He emptied the trash and his heart
the detritus of loving's pain.
9/2/2014
for the Zeugma - Poetry Contest
Stumbling
in low darkness
I fall
against
that damp brick wall,
my every surface
rubs grime and slippery.
I roll bug-like into myself,
a vain attempt
to protect
what hope
or dignity
I have
left.
This poem is about the depression phase of the bipolar cycle. It is accompanied by another poem titled "Flight," describing the manic phase.
For the "Under the Influence" contest
Jack Jordan
Over the precipice I see the face.
Shrouded, yet alive and breathing.
What are you protecting?
Knowing me in ways I mustn't.
And I ... certainly on the other side,
knowing nothing of the face.
Inward through my perforations,
such a vain attempt to gather my soul.
Face me naked and honest.
Leap boy,
I will catch you.
I am afterall what you seek.
You are, afterall,
the face over the precipice.
Fragrant flower, Jasmine infused,
the evening breathes comic book laughter,
colors white and green and yellow.
Our heroes, our saviors in bold of
twilight blue and mud red ocher.
Perfume fingers stretch forth on evening breeze
searching for that champion
only to find, beneath primary hues,
a miriad of diffuse pastel hides
beneath balloon exclamations,
our vain attempt to save us from ourselves.
04/22/18
The first - a vain attempt to cleanse the soul.
The second - a customary rinse of sweat from a run.
The third - necessary defense against the itchy consequences of visiting a barber.
It's not that a shower is particularly special ... but so rare is the day that I'd take three.
Multiples of the mundane -
Suddenly charged with significance.
Might the days in my ordinary life
add to such a revelation sometime?
12 November 2022 (1 day prior was the subject of this poem, however)