Hey can do's..' How do we do.? Just your
Ruminent here' Kangeroo... Who Watched
Old Elon gettin carried away...Who's a different type of ' colonial yet of an ilk' from
Contact culture could be hey.? He bounded around..Note that..' Yet don't make fun of me.!! LOL))) Hyped on the election win and all that American humans could be..' And right then at that very (point.?) I felt a soberness hit.' Or appear somwhere that I
Call my gut i suppose.? And mars..
I observed just what was it.? He had a glow.? And certainty
A godlike type of aura.' Whats there to hate? And i'm not irate.) Yet I glimpsed maybe ( the road to hell ) And i've been in my past another maker..? Look on this I rather not dwell.' I'm sure I felt a sadness and it? Hmm?..Well I beleive it came from God...It was a feeling of..Or? Knowing His
Shoulder turned, as a parent who felt the
Rub..? Of that child in a crowd of others whom could all do it on their own..Against
The ( maw of a yawing eternity ) a chill came into my spiritual bones.. And in the
Realisation i really
Felt alone.)
Checked by www.howmanysyllables.com>syllable_counter
****************************************************************
After Pink Clouds
The pink clouds soon fade away,
Soberness I now regain,
Soul`s pains I do feel again,
Still I slip straight on the bed;
With dawn, I rise with some stress,
But life follows on its course
As rivers flow to the sea.
Adam, Adam, Adam, Adam,
Adam.
I do not feel any way about you with poetry --
other than it is my experience with you that
You do not read much of it
At least you do not talk about it.
If you are reading poetry that I send you
Or if you are reading poetry secretly –
(From poets I do not know about)
(If you are cheating on me with other poets~)
Or if you are writing any poetry –
Or if you dream poetry –
If you find yourself asleep with words above your head
As I do
And these words are the hope of your day, of all your days,
And if these words are the reason you are able to live
If these words are your soberness ~
Why do you not tell me what they are?
You’ve fallen in love with me. You told me.
You’re sober for the first time in your adult life.
What are the words to this?
What are your words?
You can whisper them to me, but there are too many.
There must be. I want you to write them.
I want to read them.
But you must read poetry, too.
Death...Body
The inevitable beast, embodied
Weapon for the evil
terminating missions, end a message
Keep all
Waiting for another messenger
Death... It always leaves a void behind
The means to escape live's torture
For the good
Every lost a vision end, blurred
Revision all
Alteration, new version
Death... The structure
Unaware instructions of isolation
Leaving soberness behind
Heart aches, yelling of pains
Difficulty
Loser's gain, try to heal
Death... Shameless Criminal
Steal your breath
Leaves you breathless
Vulnerable
Deceased love
Roaring torments
Voices and memories
Echos and vivid dreams
Relentlessly
Death... Crip disease
Cripping into the heart
blurred eyes
Dash in the lungs
Ripple breathless
Cripple the bones
Lame you
ripple effect
Crip, clined... Lying
Unconsciously
Unaware
Casket
Death... Forget
Forget by all
Too soon
Gone forever
most say
Some reminisce.
Drunk is the man,
Who gave me the roots of my existence
In this harsh, cold and dark world...
For instance,
He beats up his so-called darling heartbeat
To a pulp, saying she's not caring about him
Yet he spends the little he gets
In bars, so late at night
With his friends, who dance to the tunes of alcohol
And use that chance to know harlots biblically...
He pounces on them as prey
Though they spread disease in the community
Alas! The more he laughs, is the more he loses soberness
Harnessing thoughts that we are his enemies
On his return, to our ramshackled house!
They say that a home is a safe place
But to me it's like a warzone
A heart rage of shame...
Mother, so verbous that her words land out of place
As she fires gruesome tantrums to her husband
And as African men once nurtured,
They shan't tolerate disrespect from a woman
When he flogs her in front of my siblings and I
Indeed our miniature size, prevails as our weakness
Seeing our mother bleed, to the brink of death!
I'm controlled by a liquid substance called alcohol
Throughout my life this addiction has been my downfall
Missing out on quality time with my family so I can go drink instead
Waking up plenty of mornings thanking God for being alive and not dead
Alcohol has always managed to steer my life in negative directions
I have a feeling if I don’t quit, I'm Gona end up an inmate of dept of Texas corrections
I really need my higher power I'm admitting defeat
Because on my own battling my addiction is something I can't beat
So, from this day I begin the journey with my lord above
And from the bottom of my heart, I thank him for the unconditional love
1. My life now’s not too spiritual although
I grew up Christian, for I do not go
to any church. I really do not care
about religion. I believe in prayer!
I talk to God and Know that He loves me,
but certain things I don’t take seriously.
Perhaps for that, the thing that I most crave
I will not find before I’m in the grave!
2. My next life – could it be that I am born
into another universe and torn
from all my memories of life on earth?
My new life here is sorely lacking mirth.
In this new culture, like a slave I live
with rules and rites! With bitterness I give
my time while exercising no free will.
With gloom and soberness my soul does fill.
3. Rewind – “and as my breath flows here and now”*
I’m overjoyed, and I don’t have to bow
to things I don’t believe in, for I need
to choose, but I do not fall prey to greed.
I’m satisfied with what God’s given me
and very grateful simply to be free.
No evil can destroy my thinking mind.
I’m true to me, and always I’ll be kind.
* Quote given by Unseeking Seeker
Dec. 29, 2021
For Unseeking Seeker's Doublethink Beliefs Poetry Contest
On the field of battle,
Young brave and strong,
We are stripling warriors,
Ready to bring it on!
We are fighting the darkness,
Piercing through with truth and light!
Charity is our standard,
Faith, courage and commitment our delight!
Captained by our King and Holy Commander,
We are guided by unconquerable right!
With flaming swords in hand,
This is the truth for which we fight!
Rising up to face the gauntlet of hell,
Yet we fear no death,
For we think upon our one true King,
And more firmly upon liberty than life!
We are true at all times,
In whatsoever things we are entrusted.
As disciples of truth and soberness,
We walk uprightly before Him.
We do not doubt,
God, will deliver us!
Our family, leaders and friends,
Have taught us to believe in Christ!
Bridge: (Said in a warrior’s voice)
With such miraculous strength,
And mighty power,
We did fall upon the enemy,
That we did frighten them exceedingly.
Oh what joy to be a warrior,
For not one soul shall be lost!
We will fight and win and never quit,
No matter what the cost!
Forgotten old time of sinful life
As I boldly stand with shinning lights
Then my lamp filled up in Holiness
As my oil is sustained by faithfulness
Period of darkness lust and vice
Lost forever and never will it be alive
Falling and rising never my time
Purity and chastity never got for a dime
Was bounded and made a living dead
But then I saw Him and He said
'I will make a way in the wilderness'
Even a river out of desert of my barrenness
Then into a fruitful life of righteousness
There I fell at the cross in soberness
Then He washed me by His blood
As I was freed from bondage of lust in the world
The Triumph Of Love
This bud of love have blossom,
This sage our destiny is sealed,
They spread the venom with might,
The cancer of the malice chews the foundation,
As we wobbled in quest of truth,
As she smiled at me?
Her smile caressed me, the smile that went through me,
To the other side of me,
The love that undressed my anger,
Bliss me with seismic of joy,
The love that cuddled me,
And enchant me with hymning tides of jolly,
I sit in soberness and i see the victory,
Victory of our love,
It is power of love, The triumph of our love.
A persistent dream
Where all my family
Anyone ever born
In my blood line
Is sitting
Waiting for me to wake up
in my living room
Thousands of cousins, grandparents
and second moms
A Fleet of similarly composed individuals
Kiss and embarrass me
As I come to in fog
Even the thousands I have never met
Know exactly how to lift me up
Rock me to soberness
It is difficult to fit all that blood
in one vain
The faces in the back
Are always blurred
An uncle' tongue
Stormed out of his face
Slapping my sister in the face
Old grandfathers
All sat in one corner
Wondering how to it all ended
Next morning
Awake
In my living room
TV hums something about family values
As the room feels bigger
Rather emptier
A room as Saggy as life
When people are removed from it
Against their will
A Cynosure of Sadness
As gun has that sense of humour in the trigger,
It triggered my mind that I clouded darkness in your happiness with sadness,
Sadness that is brewed from failure to curb the vase of your love,
Sad that is being punctuated by disappointment that can't bend to your calls,
A gait of loneliness that widens by the open gate of my embarrassment
It is a cynosure of solace.
As magnate files out iron filings from chunks of dust,
Sadness attracts malice intent as it kills happiness,
Sadness embeds itself with deception lie and cheats,
Sadness that fathers hatred a bona fide it savour most,
It sads how love is neutralized in the bog of sadness,
It is a cynosure of sorrow.
A fail in raising the need for house graze fight,
Fight that has an eternal engagement with sadness,
A salt of sadness that blends well in perfect love and kills its soberness,
Halts not and give birth to somber of drunken sadness
It cyclone a clone of peace that can't digest, as it allows to be poisoned,
It is a cynosure of sadness.
In your fury you were consumed
Torched by the might of your hand
Locked away in your shadows
By a strange rage that took hold of you
I want to cover the blame
For you acted in the cloudiness of your mind
In anger that obscured your reasoning
What fuelled up the furnace
I have no knowledge of
But I know of your heart’s recompense
Yet they seek to cart you away
Exert their revenge on you
Take you to where you can’t explode
And shut that fire anyway possible
I wish to save you from their hands
But your actions justify you not
Nor your act of anger and fury
You have given your accusers a pass
Now they tread on your anger
Despite your soberness or words of peace
They wish to shut you out completely
In all my wisdom and kindness
Even I cannot save you from the upshot of your fury
Too bad the jury finds you guilty
Clouds of glory
Descending from on high
In our heart wishing and sorry
In soberness and deep sigh
To live and not to die.
Clouds of glory
The event anticipated
Just like the Bible story
Our faces divinely painted
For it patiently waited.
In your fury you were consumed
Torched by the might of your hand
Locked away in your shadows
By a strange rage that took hold of you
I want to cover the blame
For you acted in the cloudiness of your mind
In anger that obscured your reasoning
What fueled up the furnace
I have no knowledge of
But I know of your heart’s recompense
Yet they seek to cart you away
Exert their revenge on you
Take you to where you can’t explode
And shut that fire anyway possible
I wish to save you from their hands
But your actions justify you not
Nor your act of anger and fury
You have given your accusers a pass
Now they tread on your anger
Despite your soberness or words of peace
They wish to shut you out completely
In all my wisdom and kindness
Even I cannot save you from the upshot of your fury
Too bad the jury finds you guilty
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.