Short Wakeful Poems
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Chaotic romance.
Fearful dreams of war.
Lost in the river.
Wakeful spirit.
Chaotic storms.
Heavy snow falls.
Fate or chance?
Mother
Mother
Even in slumber
Wakeful care.
26 feb 13
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
Contest:Leonara Galinta's 'Write me a poem'
Another
Restlessly
Wakeful night
Thoughts keep on
Dusk till dawn
Sleep walking
Close my eyes
One more try
Oo, popcorn!
darkness wakeful grace
sings my heart to lull calmness
invite moonlight walk
recall stories of my youth
could I had amend outcomes
6/6/2021
Now I lay me down, hopin' sleep...
Another wakeful day, I doubt can keep,
And if the Lord should call me home...
I only hope, he uses the telephone...
icy fog blurs the ships,
back to a dream so warm
he slips ...
lips on
steaming teacup, early sun
wakes the rooster up !
As I prepare to part with tired old ways,
Feeling uplifted, to observe
dawn's new days.
There's harmony in breathing precious moments ,
wakeful contemplation...
Form:
I was awakened by the cuckoo
inexorably lusciously jeweled
and to a bobcat pantingly passing
enlivened ashton spirits
beauteous unfruitful rhythmic
respite
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 7–13, 2026)
Sits the monkish owl.
Beneath its own cowl.
If not candled and windowed, lit as
Soft, meditative.
That, wakeful, before
Sinks, wearily, more.
Grass-burnt, sunned life. Flashed too lewd, pranced through.
Dawned; hell-reactive.
Life wobbling in cacophony
Quietude niche deep within
State of 'I am' perceived
At the fork of enigma
Engagement with life you choose
Abysmal path of pain of being alone
Or golden trail of glory of blissful solitude
The wakeful sleepwalk on thunderstorm.
May 11, 2019
Wakeful slumber
Rise and shine
Greet Nature Mother
Wink at Father Time
Advance to Go
Daily choices
Purposeful endeavors
Momentary miracles
Internal-I-zations
Thoughts abundant
Feelings adrift
Actions Aware
Consequential checkmate
Evolved emotions Exiled
Rich Resplendent Resolve
All's Well Within
Lily of the Valley
Wakeful
Light of sunrise
Monarch butterflies' swarm
In a fluttering flight amid
Green fields
Nestling Lily of the valley
Flowers sipping nectar-
A sweetly scent
Of spring
5/2/2020
1) 9 lines only. Any theme..
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The wakeful wind whistles
Winding wearily and watching all
Wafting silently whispering woes
Weightlessly whipping wisplike whacks
Wondrously wild when wrathful weather attacks
Wrecking and walloping worsening in time
Nature wilts whimpering wordlessly worried
The wind whirls and wrestles in wingless flight
19/3/2016
A wakeful man riding
Constant terminal dusk
Coveting dawns glow
Conqueror of rapacity
Constructing his empire
Of gold and silvers avarice
Feigning his thrill of life
So spuriously rehearsed
In his eyes they are trivialities
Only now he sees the truth
In the darkness of his sepulcher
Surrounded by his useless wealth
Down memory lane,
I waited in vain
For your sweet smile
To come even for a while.
But all that came then,
Was the whispering wind from heaven,
Blowing in a slow processing of light,
With echoes of your name in the darkling night.
Buzzing breeze breathing webs of cloud,
Shows wakeful sorrows clad in mournful shroud.
Mother of stars,
friend of the moon,
it is often quiet but for its own heartbeat?
the rhythmic sentence pronounced
in one benign-hammering syllable,
which pounds away hostile darkness
laid bare by the wakeful heavens
whose ears listen to tales from
old folks passed on to a glowing age,
and proverbs that leave one and all in awe.
I am your dad,
Hold my finger,
And learn to walk;
First few steps are arduous,
Hold my finger tight;
Life ahead is tough,
May have thorns,
May have bumpy terrain,
Be wakeful on each step you move;
Dad's hands always over your head,
As a brolly for shade;
In bad and tough times,
Follow you as shadow,
to keep you move;
© sadashivan nair
Rise Oh Sun! Your muted passage holds me possessed
In passing beams of brilliant poetic imagery obsessed
In the stream of dreams moving light to darkness to call
On this point of wakeful art where headlands rise and fall
Stanza extracted from Body Of Light, April 1, 2020
October 3, 2020
Rithimus Divisa 8 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory Barden
Dreams begin to dim, fading
Light begins to show, invading
Swirling into wakeful focus
Lavender, white, autumn crocus
Dusty lilac daybreak dawning
On this misty autumn morning
Merging into dreamlike wonder
Rousing to the sound of thunder
Clinging onto fading dreams
Dancing, golden sunshine beams
Lazily you start to swim
As mystic dreams begin to dim
Form:
Happy half moon hides half
of happiness halfway high
Across a vast avalanche
of silvery speck of sky
Nighttime neither nods nor sways
to steal some wakeful sleep
Nature's new miracle mesmerizes,
moves me deep
At the sight and touch of you,
I pause, I smile, I sigh
Happier, yes, than the happiest
half moon am I !
Fields of spun gold silk somber auburn shades
Resonant a hum breath yawn against blades.
Wiff of cool air espy hush cries cascades
Dry in silence nature's quaint everglades.
Weft of rain lingers round as slow rhythm fades.
Mystique wakeful light of dawn serenades
While the warm sun rises, the bullfrog wades,
Small blue heron stand watch like waiting maids.
3/29/2023
the first one to drink it
is the rooster who crows
high in the mountains
where the coffee bean grows
a wakeful injection
a confection so brown
in a dark-coloured liquid
I daily do drown
to be wired and fired
and mired in glad
it's desired and I'm inspired
to never be sad
from cash crop bushes
high up in the Andes
the world's gone apeshit
for stimulant candies
Happy half moon hides half
of happiness halfway high
Across a vast avalanche
of silvery specks of sky,
Nighttime neither nods nor sways
to steal some wakeful sleep,
Nature's new miracle you are,
moving, soothing me deep,
At the touch of your tiny fingers,
I smile, I sigh,
Happier, yes, than the happiest
half moon am I!
It seems
Just yesterday
That you were teasing and
Laughing by the bedroom doorway.
Silly.
I was
Down on my knees.
When you were handed your
Beautiful iridescent wings.
You passed.
A frail
Heart hungers for
A flicker of your face,
Your ardent, flirtatious embrace.
Miss you.
Wakeful
Nights lost in thought,
Longing for your warm soul
That now Light amid Greenfields.
I'm lost.
FATHER
His sinewy hands as strong as lion’s
Hold close wobbly me like trellises
Wet sun shone through latticework mangled by harsh wind
In the stormy night we were soaked
Rain came down like maggots
I slept under his wakeful eyes.
Juice trickled from his tissues
My fingers awoke in contentment
To suck his rocky skin with my sisters
We felt like fireside cats.
He died fifty years old.