The cosmos sees itself through the individual eye,
creating space from limited believes not shy.
Whispering firmament reflecting source consenting dreamer,
detached magnification of a rhetoric believer.
Contemplated exhibition of natures trance,
echoes from eons past to purpose advance.
Redemption of all things by beauty,
the art of life force creation and its duty.
Philosophical reign of liberty by light,
mind clothed with wings takes flight in that sight.
Gathered rays entangled breathing beams,
radiant apparition tempers in forms of seems.
Unexhausted spirit where discord can not be,
immortal progeny imagined mystery.
Where intuitions swarm in harmonious wisdom,
the essence poised for all sainted blossom.
The soul in timeless sphere is waiting for the view,
until it dreams in the threshold of the new.
Categories:
unexhausted, 12th grade, allegory, mystery,
Form: Ballad
Burnt out
Flame
Exhausted
By the passion
For another
For her partner
In crime,
She only seeks
Love and affection,
Only seeks domesticity;
Re-ignited
Flame,
Unexhausted
By the passion
For her
By his partner
For all time
He only seeks
Her craving and lust,
Only seeks satisfaction
The danger still exists
Categories:
unexhausted, love, love hurts, pain,
Form: Free verse
Seventy Seven
Written: by Tom Wright
1/15/2016
77 Feels Like,
Going From Fine China
To Styrofoam Cups and Paper Plates;
The gourmet meals, life formerly volunteered,
Have vanished from the menu, leaving unexhausted items
I’m found without appetency for.
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Categories:
unexhausted, age,
Form: Blank verse
Seventy Seven
Written: by Tom Wright
1/15/2016
77 Feels Like,
Going From Fine China
To Styrofoam Cups and Paper Plates;
The gourmet meals, life formerly volunteered,
Have vanished from the menu, leaving unexhausted items
I’m found without appetency for.
Categories:
unexhausted, age,
Form: Free verse
Life and love’s gift
From thy treasure trove
For world’s journey
Life’s too short, O Lord
To exhaust that love
Categories:
unexhausted, life, love,
Form: Tanka
With every tick of the clock
And the door's suspense
Sometimes a great knock and the consciousness grows
Like a red rose
Slowly, Softly, Silently
Timidly, Taciturnly, Terrified
Hesitantly, Slyly, Wisely
In eta into an enormous not extinguishable hearth
Called the soul
That burns unexhausted-------
Absorbs, Acclimatises, Accentuated
And adheres to it for a short long time
Till the appointed moment
To escape into another life
Of stringent struggle and strife
Yet with another tick
It becomes saturated sick
Still assumes another form
Totally different, fully divergent
No past recollections, repentance of sentiments
Gathers, Collects, Shares
Enjoys, Repines, Bears
Stays, Dissolves, Sublimes
Growth, decadence, degradation with the time.
The Consciousness
WRITTEN FOR THE INTERNATIONAL POETRYSOUP CONTEST
Categories:
unexhausted, introspection,
Form: Free verse
There is something unexhausted of you
in this aging washed-out coat
and I lift my nose
to taste the smell that desires
to be invited-
ignited in the closing of your breath,
untarnished and thirsty.
Like rage, it licks,
streams,
and enters my dreams
glossy as brilliance-
you-
rush in my mentation
with warmth that comforts
my skin.
I breathe you in unfathomable-
not wanting to exhale.
Categories:
unexhausted, love
Form: I do not know?