Trepidations Poems | Examples

Funeral

She left at the yawn of dawn
Between fog-densed waking hour
And rain-soused grey morning.
Veiled, her image was laced in silhouette.
She stood behind the fog-rain, a dark
Painting, sketched in black crayons of
Languor.
Her breath, one streak of ink
Of a satanic fresco on a dingy subway.
And the breath of the rain was heavy,
Brewed in hauteur -
So was the world between us two,
Lame and proscribed.
She wandered through flighty directions.
Grouches filled her lugubrious lungs,
Blotches on the sludged track, echoing
Her slouch.
She was one mass of trembling grief.
I was one hulk of ruinous pain.
Between us, the funeral of love.
Threnodies held court on the once soft
Yolk of hugs that sensitized an ageing
Romance.
Dawn darkened with the pulse of grief
Rain pelted the senses held by solemn
Consternations, recreating a fruitless
Void of hollow trepidations.
She lurched and sidled towards the
Crag-lined route, towards earth’s drooling
Beck... and I knew the funeral
Was over.

Her ineffable iridescence transcended my trepidations

Her ineffable iridescence transcended my trepidations.
Her scintillating semblance was a hammer to the heart on my sleeve.
Shattering my shamefulness and unlocking my ululations,
But now I am bereaved for my lover chose to leave.

Now my concubine is chimeric and my feelings have faded.
Wash away my world but preserve the past memories in my mind.
Leave me to languish in our eternal estrangement.

Why Can't You See

Why can't you see......
That the sacrifices of today,
Are the sowed seeds and hope of tomorrow's bountiful harvest; 
That the pain and suffering invested in today,
Will spring forth the Sunny days of the future?

Why can't you see......
That the sacrifices borne out of the rejections 
Tribulations, trepidations of today,
May well be the trajectory and springboards 
Of opportunities embedded in life's journey?

Why can't you see.......

That the disappointments of life 
Are sometimes the tonic needed to catapult you 
To the lofty heights of your dreams.....?

Why can't you see.......
That tomorrow is pregnant;
That every morning is a rebirth and a gift
To make the future better than your fortune today?

Why can't you see........
The beauty which lies within;
The fortunes and the treasures 
Which decades of neglect and disbelief in your abilities has occasioned?

Why can't you see......?

Cosmic Intention

A focused wave of Cosmic Intention,
An explosive expansion of Love Divine,
Sought me out among the atoms of creation,
A spark of God, seeking Itself through the Matrix,
Until I appeared upon the stage.
It’s absurd that I should be in this dimension.
How am I created in this place,
Inserted in earthly trepidations,
Until I return to Divine Love and Grace?
In the stillness of one trembling moment
I am aware I AM connected to all,
All time, all beings, all dimensions.
As I AM here, I am everywhere.
I can’t escape the edict of God’s Divine Law.
The Creator, being Perfect, can only give of Itself,
Nourishing and fueling each flame It sits in motion,
Asking only that we dance in unison
With Divine Love, Grace and Devotion.

A Time to Reflect

Quite far we have traversed, in pursuit of goals we chose,
Through troubles and trepidations of seasons in throes;
Sometimes reveling sunshine, sometime in glum of shadows,
Always together~ on barren terrains, or verdant meadows.
 
In albums of yore, we ruminate now, turning pages of life,
Banishing anguish of feelings-forlorn, fuming in strife;
Reminiscing in moments passionate, of love sublime,
Treasured in memories-beloved, accumulated over time.

Harboring wisdom, inlaid in life’s waning phase, as we age,
In realms of reflections, insights-sapient, now we engage;
Learning from knowledge gained, from choices we made,
Accepting with grace, laments of secrets, as yet unsaid.

Regrets unmitigated, voice remorse of unuttered sigh,
Seeking empathy from goodwill of repentant goodbye;
As life tallies good versus bad, that introspections confide,
Eying a tranquil state of mind, devoid of hate and pride.

It’s time to reflect, it’s time to mend, it’s time to befriend,
As journey of life, beaming content, approaches its end;
Living final days in covenants revered, humbly we penned,
Elevating self, in peace of bliss, to heavens we shall ascend.

Controversy

For Natalia Kills


Are the majority
of things in
life controversies?
It seems like
there is always
another side
of the story
You have to
maneuver delicately
amidst the minefields
of trepidations that
pester your 
daily routine
Even simple decisions
can cause angst
Who to go out with?
Where to go? When?
Others are involved
making it hard
to appease everyone
Such is life

When I Believed In Her

Roses are red
Trepidations were you
Your affirmations from my kisses
Wouldn’t be enough
To get through to you

I would compile the wishes in our visions,
Candlelight laughter caressed the dishonor in your smile

And I would slow dance with your embattled tears,
Empathic gestures where you are the only sunshine
Who matters

Violets are blue
Like the skies which I sought for us to fly
But you wanted to hold me from a distance
With welcomed whispers on text

Now, I disconnect this line to your recycled insecurities.
While I water the flowers of my present,
To grow a new tomorrow

Hoping the dirt in your lyrics will one day embrace the rain.

@Tacito

Aspiring Alliteration Completed 2-28-23

All answers affect aspirations
By belittling bygone barbarizations
Constantly criticizing correlations
Defined dumbfounded dictations
Edicts evaporate everyone's expectations
Foregone frustrations failed flirtations
Gone great grace giving generations
Harmonies have harmonious hesitations
Impotence influences indignations
Justified judicious justifications
Killing kaputz keratinizations
Living life lonely leaves lacerations
My muse motivated monumental mutations
Nonsense needed no normalizations
Offended overintellectualizations
Past promises purely placations
Questioning quarreling quotations
Resisting relevant restifications
Sentient solutions solve segregations
Total trust triumphs trepidations
Utopias undermined ultralizations
Viciousness visualized victimizations
Worthless weaponizations
Xenodochial xenophilications
Yawn Yuppifications
Zenith zealousness zendrifications

A Darkest Night Too Brightens In Dawn

When I ruminate in trepidations forlorn,
Darkness traversed in search of dawn,
Vying fertile shores, oceans I crossed,
Nightmares that my dreams doled out;
Looking back now, how I fondly recall--
In those hardships success was born.

As I watch frigid woes glinting on snow,
Winters that melt and in rivers flow,
Parched-leaves tinting autumn’s glow,
I wonder how seasons in throes know;
Behind clouds of despair rises arc of hope.

When I spend today in tempests bygone
Brooding in defeat of conquests lost,
Yesterdays that were callously tossed;
I once again follow footsteps of the past
Imprisoning my triumphs of tomorrow
Arresting winsome ambitions of now.

Learning the lessons from where I was
I reassure anxieties perturbing my life:
Travails of turbulence won’t last long,
For a darkest night too brightens in dawn,
A rainbow forms after a storm is gone.

So, I clasp the hand of a leisurely walk
Unfettered by constant tick of time clock, 
Passionately answering call of my heart
Bequeathing moments that forever last.

August 8, 2022 
Placed 1st: Free Verse -Old or New Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May

Life 2022

Life, a fleeting dream, warbling on meadows: 
A season of spring and season of snows;
Sometimes in sunshine, sometimes in shadows,
Joy of autumns and woes of wintry throes.

And it journeys on, vying gleam of dawn
Only to confront grief of fate forlorn:
Of conquests lost, trepidations bygone,
Of nightmares roiling reveries of morn;

Lamenting goodwill that yesterdays tossed
And despairs of hardships hurdles doled out
Until bridge of life triumphant steps crossed,
Where blossoms of success its prairies sprout.

Where fruits of life on trees of acclaim grow
Claiming winsome now, defeating sorrow,
Lauding bliss sublime, free of grieving throe,
Cherishing today and dreams of morrow.

July 16, 2022
Placed 1st: It’s All About Three Q’s Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Life
Rhymes: abab, cdcd, efef, ghgh
(Rhymezone)
Syllables: 10 per line (HMS.com)

Alice Assaulted An Antelope

Amazingly, Alice assaulted an antelope
Because Bobby’s beavers became bold,
Considering cantilevered canines
Deliberately devastating donor’s doled.

Evelyn entirely excited electric eels
Failing forlornly from forward fencing,
Gaining ground gathering genuine gold
Her happiness heralded high financing.

I indicated initially incapable innocents
Justifying joyous juxtaposition jousting
Keeping kind Kenneth’s kindreds knit
Losing language like legally lost lusting.

Maybe minding manners means more
Neither newness nor novel necessary,
Occasionally opening old occlusions
Promises perfectly positioned pituitary.

Quite questionable quicky quirks
Rage rampantly removing regulations,
Summarily startling some supervisors
Touching their tempermental trepidations.

Until unusual undertakings understood
Veritable vigilantes visited volunteers,
Wildly waiting where we wandered
X-citedly X-iting X-istential X-ospheres

Yonder youthful yaks yielded...yikes!
Zebras zigzagged zestfully ziggurat-likes.

My Foolish Heart

To feel foolish when used, becomes sadness
when her glimmering glow smiled to convey 
and grew brighter when I found love's madness
as trepidations and fears never outweigh
the time we spent seemed an endless span
and awakened passions of fiery blood
kisses as many as the ocean's sand
as fragrant as a flowering rosebud
my heart's foolish pain is easy to find
roses always die when plucked and thrown down
and leave memories too fresh to unwind
inside my heart, a lonely fool was found
could that I look fondly upon those days
she was so beautiful, her beauty stays

4/2/22
contest My Foolish Heart

How I See Trees

The incoherent sway
leaves leave as wind
winds around
gnarled tendrils
of stories taught
wooden veins of vines whine
torrid trepidations of trembling fingers
to brush the sky face
and bark seems to smile

A Mouse You Say

A mouse you say
As if to denigrate my worth
make of me something small.
Knowing nothing of my heart,
my will, my daring, my courage.
You see me as weak.
Have you ever risked all
To bring food to your family?
Outrun a snarling barn cat?
Stealthily snatched the cheese
from the springing death of a mouse trap?”

You know not the trepidations
I wrestle with, feel not the fears
I overcome, hear not the song
within my soul.  And yet
you judge me
not knowing that I
am one helluva mouse.


©5/21/2021

Personification Poem 150 Poetry contest

Blowing Bubbles

*Image of Blowing Bubbles by Pixabay.

Blowing Bubbles
(Collective, Coordinate, and Create)

Complacency lies within my stronghold,
a campaign against relentless pressure,
of vague outlooks for a better threshold,
ere I chanced some fields as a refresher.

An unbarred gateway proposes choices,
on precipice edge, stood I unafraid,
beforehand plucked via inner voices,
immersed midst crowds and not a renegade.

Flexible me changed my apprehensions,
once a loose rock in a dry riverbed,
my comfort zone without trepidations,
till spate rolled and mold and I got ahead.

Match I, my concerns, then welcome anew,
for change on its own force dreams to be true.

2020 November 28
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (Mar 26)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 March 26

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