Swiftest Poems | Examples

FALCON

I love my diet, rich in protein,
Of snakes, squirrels, doves, and rabbits most lean.
I tell you this, and I am on the square,
Furry mammals delight beyond compare.

The swiftest, sleekest raptor in the sky,
I soar wide, circling with the sharpest eye.
As feathered death I swooped upon my prey,
But the rat found a hole and got away.

As Taloned Fate I still search and survey,
For careless critters to feast on today.

Song of Victory Over the Flesh: Vol 1, Chapter 1

"Oh, Mr Flesh! Thou art a skilled warrior!
Only the truly truthful and broken soul can discern thy arts."

"Oh, thou most cunning! Cancerous entity!
To whom it is given to escape thee, is accounted most fortunate!"

"Oh pleasant plague! Sweetly, deadly poison!
Many great and mighty, fallen to thy bewitching wiles!"

"Oh malignant tumor! Subtlety at its finest!
Thy cunningly obscure traps entangles the swiftest of feet!"

"Oh beautiful prison! Keeping men in blissful death!
Happy we are for escaping, and happier are we for those who hereafter will!"

Too Little Too Late

Know of a lady
Who patiently waited

To at last be seen
Seen and heard

Given the merest scraps
 Biding her time

Time she watched fly
as the swiftest bird

Always warmed with coffee in her bed
that he chilled from his own on the couch
 
And if you ask him if he loved 
his love for her would vouch

Yet he never sought to hold her
In the cradle of his arms

That he wrapped around a pillow
As to set off no alarms

Avoidant love is no love at all
Loves a verb not a word or some halfhearted token

Trinkets and roses and card bedside that's 
her life as her spirit you've broken


never feeling the inclination to act  in ways 
Causing another strife

Till suffering year upon year 
As his beloved wife

She said when she saw the flowers
the first in twenty odd years

The sight of them belated enraged her
Enraged her to the point of tears
 

You love non connection be honest
Save your cash and keep to  your crib 

If she could you know she would gladly
hand you back your rib

So afraid of being hurt you
Half assed your way into pain

 Now rest assured at least from her
you won't be put through it again

Quest For Silence

Oh, I'd share it with you if I could;
Gift wrap and send it for your greater good;

Put it on the swiftest sunray; honest I would.
I'd do anything to halt the chatter you've been hearing;

All the sounds of trouble that you've been fearing;
All the cries, deception, and lies that are clogging your ears;

All the promises and propaganda that have driven you to tears.
From birth until now, lost opportunities and aborted ambitions

have clouded your future. Love, warmth, and tenderness have never
attended or assisted your nurture. For me, it was always high on

the list of things I always desired and sought. Its longings must
be more than a muse or a thought. I tell you sincerely, we must

find this place of serenity and balance. It is one of my greatest
quests, my pearl of great price, better known as silence.

050923PS

The Last Poem, Translation of a Composition of Rabindranath Tagore

Have you heard the symphony, the voyage of an eternal time?

Its Chariot is the swiftest one, gone soon, gone long

Beating hearts touch the innermost mind

Darkness. wrapped in encircled mourning, befallen with the fallen, starlight.

O My Friend !

That nomadic time, a traveler one

Engulfed me again, with her embracing vest of time

Took me to her gypsy churn,

A quest toward an intrepid one.

Farther and farther away from yours.

It seems only in mind, that I escaped death

Happening in a thousand more times.

Today, the new dawn with the mountain-peak

Where , the chariot left a trace of agitated wind blower speed

With my older name.

There is no turning back

If you ponder from a distance, looking back

you will not find me as one you knew too close.

I bid you farewell, My friend!

Roars and Whispers Revisited

I remember I roared when I should have whispered.. I lost the purity of message delivered.. should be the gifted but always presenter.. multiple champs but must be the winner.. how could I be saint when I dine amongst sinners..disgust on my plate my wine just as bitter..out in this jungle surrounded by critters.. were so socially stained it gives Lucifer jitters.. some lost in the choir and should have been preachers.. while others had beauty beneath the skin creatures.. have mastered their art hiding flawed mental features.. a skeletons frame still attracting life's leechers.. some deserved degrees but were shunned by their teachers .. while the swiftest to run just remained in the bleachers.. built for a fire there heart pumping ether.. perpetual motion wounds must rest to get closure... Drunken rants edition..

Luminary Bella

On calfskin created, a beauty in youth!
A master’s creation, none can dispute!
Her auburn tresses and complexion fair!
Who created her image, who can declare?
Italian princess or cashier from Bolton? 
Either way for me, the image is golden!
He can knock up a Moran in half of an hour?
And fool all the pros, even the most dour?
White lead was a tile, nicked from a roof?
An unlikely tale with no logic or proof!
So what do you think, the swiftest forgery?
Or really a princess, drawn by Da Vince?



https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Bella_Principessa

Mundus Novus

Devoid of old qualms and ruing sigh
Wing your arc for purer stratum high,
Past's mortal morsels I urge forsake
For dainty victuals sage angels take. 

As mighty Retribution's brooms sweep
Away avarices that now huddled weep,
Your best plume beyond trite ethers ply
Into loftier climes where finer eagles fly. 

Viral cloud your heaven-sent comrade is
If you’ll hit hardest with no goofing miss,
And task your swiftest flappers out of Old 
Woods into pristine joys of the New World.

Eternal Kindness her illuminator holds
To undim cumuli's ill-bivouacked folds,
And Divine Treasury total expense pays
Till the last of your wise-wayfaring days.

Soar whilst sagest angels' soirée lasts,
As fierce Retribution's viral cloud casts
Nebulous guiles to outsmart hardy foes,
And Kindness her aiding flickers throws.

What It Really Means

A day when everything goes your way 
   I must be doing something wrong

when you do everything on your checklist
   Haven't I forgotten something? 

when all those checks arrive in the mail
   How many will bounce?

when your wife listens to you and says you're right
   Are you sure you're feeling well, dear?

when your teenagers clean up their rooms voluntarily 
   Go ahead and treat yourself to some recreational marijuana, guys  

when your boss gives you an unscheduled raise
   Uh-oh. What  miracle does he want out of me now?...

when you get in the swiftest check-out line in the supermarket
when you make every green light on your commute to and from work
when you win Powerball AND Little Lotto
when you get zero telemarketing calls
when this dream ends with
a wet, sloppy kiss from 
your loyal, trusty dog...

On the Sparrow's Beak

A passerine bird,
One of the smallest of sizes,
With a beak almost minute.
On its beak you can count many;
the tiniest to biggest,
the slimmest to the fattest,
the lightest to the heaviest,
the ugliest to the finest,
the sourest to the sweetest,
the slowest to the swiftest.
All on this paltry beak,
it houses them all.
And what do you liken this beak to?
A lad's might,it is.

Happiness

Happiness does not dwell on flat ground, where ease prevails. It lives on the crests of craggy mountain peaks, in the nooks of valleys secret and green, a mystic shadow, flitting and fleeing at any approach. The path is long, the way is perilous, yet on the summit of a craggy peak is found happiness more sublime than the swiftest flight across flat ground

Fate of the Faithful

Fate of the Faithful

The orb of light that once shone through
Confounding the darkness permeating time;
Now the boiling pot of a dark brew
Of a sinful repulsive and slimy grime

The lighthouse that once guided ships
With the luminescence of the sacred truth
By greed and falsehood, in perpetual eclipse
Its every beam, we must now doubt the sooth

The holy place of service and congregation
Where redemption was taught to be by grace
Now, a market place for trading salvation;
The wealthiest, the swiftest in the race

Now earthling men are elevated
To gods, by their undiscerning sheep
Powers of the Most High are arrogated
By them to keep their sheep in perennial sleep

The devil and the bride; now hand in hand
Their adultery reeking its awful stench
Magic and miracles take a joint stand
To further ensnare the confused wench

The spiritual works of the gullible faithful
Whose toil; weekly exploited for personal gain
May in the end weep, rather than be cheerful
As their life long labour, may have been in vain.

May 4, 2017

Once a Leopard

Blackbirds and undulate bush
Trapped in time's tapestry--
The fluid hide of the big leopard
Who leapt on cushioned feet
Once to race the swiftest
Scents in the wind-- A proud
And muscular beauty, the leopard,
Left alone now  does not stalk
But paces on bare concrete
Where chunks of prey fall cold
By his dung, by his hidden claws.
He walks in rhythms of gone sound--
Chuckles and howls, hooves in sprints,
Shrieks of struggles in his teeth.
He does not stalk; he paces now
Behind the bars of our amusement--
Another of God's profound ideas
Revised by men.

I Hoped It Was a Dream

It was the first nightmare I had awake
With chills,  fear replaced the blood in my veins
I searched for death and through the swiftest means
But death itself did cower so to flee
Far from the fiercest thing mankind had seen.

Through the Gospel

The folds have heard his gentle voice,
In which I was yet to hear.
They say it is still and small;
A sound to comfort the tiers.
Had I been left forsaken,
Built along my grievances?
The shadow of a lost man,
Trapped in my performances.
A golden cloak to harbor the truth
Of the soul that lies in shame.
Alas, his divining blade cuts true;
Transcending the confines of my claims.
He knows the nature of my depth,
And a simple voice I shall not heed.
My endearment for music of the soul
Is the swiftest route to capture me.
I sit amongst the gentiles,
And the choir intonates.
His sword has pierced my innermost,
And my heart begins to wake.
My walls began to crumble and fall;
A consequence of gospel’s forte.
Tears of reprieve afforded to me,
By grace’s doctrine they exhort.
The many years wasted by me,
I did not mind from within.
At last I’ve heard his holiest spirit,
And felt his benediction.

• Short Swiftest Poems
• Famous Swiftest Poems
• Best Swiftest Poems
• Read Swiftest Poems
• Long Swiftest Poems
• Swiftest Quotes