Vagueness Poems | Examples

The Heart

For most of my life, I had heard it said,
'Follow your heart.' It made sense to me,
but there was a measure of vagueness.

Only a few years ago did I hear someone say,
'Do not follow your heart; LEAD your heart'.

Someone has also said, 'Lead, follow, or get
out of the way. ' What shall I then do?

Upon hearing the word, LEAD, I knew immediately.
I knew that my heart did not have the leadership
qualities required to navigate this journey of mine.
I knew that my heart reeked with inconsistencies.
At times, it was indecisive, weak, and worried.
At times, it displayed both surprises and deceit.

With such traits, how could my heart be depended
upon to lead me through the hills and valleys of life?
I needed decisiveness, strength, confidence, and faith.
I needed something, someone, greater than me or my heart.
That is where Christ and His teaching came in with answers.

Crystal Pin Prick

A crystal-pin prick at the beginning
a monumental vagueness at the end
the art of carving peace seems quite lost again
in between granite slabs-a tangle of black tragedies
and tiny clusters of downy light upon a peaceful being 

The selfishness of flesh drifting atop the brine  
in an endless maze of the triggered mind
where blue devils tap dance so raggedly
around the splintered sundial of God time

ETHEREAL ABSTRACTIONS

an
enigmatic
    esoteric
experimental
  process
with
 innate
distilled
satisfaction

intricate
 tangents
  of chaotic
immediacy
ennounced

an
essence
of
abstract
     phenomena
 of vagueness

 In
an open-ended
happening
of concepts
 & fragments
 in perplexing
characterisation

I Breathe Snow

I breathe snow ... in the forest
where winter twilight is dense and full
        and the sky falls to a shadow
as trees and ground blend and mingle
             ebbing into vagueness  
    the path is wet beneath my feet
and little frills of ice adorn things
                  crystalline, frosty and filigree
then, suddenly the air is full of snowflakes
      enchanting and fragile
snow has come to be my beloved
                         and I am left breathless
with snow floating among the trees
                   as I feel a sweet touch
on my hair and on my cheeks
      with no sound except for a silent kiss
I stand still in snows loving embrace 
    in a frozen world quiet and tranquil
except for my beloved whispering snow
           drifting, floating, hovering
I whisper, I love you . . . 
                   but I know he will leave soon
and become but another memory lost

AN ABSTRACTED POEM

orbit around
ideas
 once held
close
 in past selves

rhetoric
  bathed
in clichéd
  visual
representation

burnished
impulse
strengthened
by the
the wilderness
of
  inner life

needs
posited
 by visual
  language
 unmoored
   from contexts
 vagueness
&amorphous
 abstraction

 fervency
erased
 spring up
distilled
of some
essence
 circumvented
in
narcissistic
 grafting
of self
 in the tangible
permanence
 of durable
words

Vagueness inherits the Pond

Everyone has a favorite pond
where they come to put garnish upon...
Some bring koi and water lily
singing stones- the scent of mint
wading birds dressed in paradise
cattails waltzing with the wind.

Envy arrives at your pond
with treble hooks and buckshot eyes
turning tranquility into graves
plastic bags dancing in the shade.
Serenity forever pocked
a fifth of envy clanging off the rocks
As a vague gray scans the quiet-quiet frons.

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO INSPIRES US

June 9 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 32-34

Key Verse – Job 32:8 But there is a spirit in man: and the inspiration of the Almighty giveth them understanding. 

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO INSPIRES US	

Praise be to God for inspiring us:  
Giving us understanding
Granting to us usefulness
Gearing us by His uprightness
Governing us with His upholding
Guiding us against untimely unions

Job 33:12 Praise be to the Lord 
for being the greatest with His:
Wise ways
Worthy will
Wondrous works
Watchful wellness 
Winsome warning over wickedness

Job 34:23 Praise be to the Saviour for 
making us delight ourselves in His:
Victory and valour 
Values against vanity
Virtues for our vibrancy
Veracity against vagueness
Voice vouching valid ventures. Amen!

June 9, 2024

Empty Spaces

Where you used to live is now empty
loneliness is beyond a lack of oxygen 
your scent lingers as candles ~
a blend of spice and sweetness
you bestow steady impetus day or night...
 
Chart a course in seas of vagueness,
a murky future, a hazy doubt
I wish time could be reversed

An empty bed fills my empty room,
sorrowful reins, uneasy mind
no rainbow, no colors, just a grey sky...
everything is made out of stone,
upon walls dressed in cobwebs!!

Memories we vowed would last,
vanished in a blink of an eye

This bare space in my heart,
in which you used to live
flooded with sorrow ~

How much I miss and adore you
how you've beautified my world!

Hearts Save World

Written: January 16, 2024
                _______________________________________

Always strive to trust your heart
With everything you do, 
Don't be afraid of what others may believe.
 
Comply with your heart—it speaks best
Always follow your instincts,
And what offers you delight?

Strive to constantly preserve your heart 
An outcome of vagueness, 
Easily occluded by shadows.
 
If I could, I would save the whole world
My arms would wrap the globe,
Cease sorrow, grief, and sadness to avert chaos.

To bear a raw life for all
To ease all tears of grief and all anguish,
It would forever be gone.

I'm only a dreamer; I can't even save my heart
but I would embrace the world if I could,
With heartfelt affection for all.

Black Lotus Sun

The remainders retreated into 
the granite chest of the mountain.
Waded through the icy vagueness of life-
crossing the Siamese catwalk,
over the opaqueness of death.
Scratched, battered and scarred...
they reached the eternal overlook.
Peering into the great expanse.
Where worthless wars were fought 
for the sake of salt -oil -religion and land.
To test weaponry that makes glass from the sand.
On plains where babies were born to be orphaned
Young women ravaged over and over again...
Young men promised robes of satin but given bloody rags.
The remainders sipped from the pond of the asp.
Nibbling the bones of a black lotus sun.

Despite the infinite signs and miracles...
the prophecies and teachings of Holy men
A million chants from the Shamen...
all but a precious few refused to listen...
to merciful lessons that time had given.

Within the petals of a lavender genesis -
They'd thought only of themselves.
Within the metal veil of Armageddon
the warring wicked tumbled straight into hell.

Aimless

Empty room, scattered thoughts,
roam, dark wilderness.
Sorrow reins, uneasy mind,
do question, of grand design.

Chart a course in sea's of vagueness,
a fate still undefined.
Clouded future, lost clarity,
the path, uncertainty.

Wander fields, a barren landscape,
murky waters of distant plans,
confounding the providence,
my destiny curtailed.

Depth and Vagueness

Maybe we look for depth in shallow souls..
hearts that don't perceive intent
minds that do not comprehend silence
spirit that are always in tune with dancing never a pause.
 Ungrateful it may seem...but I am built of more
I want to unveil, ravel the moment question the why?
 Yet assumptions is what we mostly drown in
 blind to masterpieces
scared of looking through things
unwise to the strokes made by the brush called life
Or just maybe some things are not meant to be looked at with depth?
 Just maybe.
 The yearn for finding more maybe prejudiced, over thought and just wrong
maybe we need shallowness
maybe it needs no search of meaning
maybe that is the beauty of it..to be glanced at not stared
maybe the vagueness really is necessary.
 Just maybe.

Weaselly

Weaselly words deftly ply their sly stench,
As they undo the truth nut with a wrench,
With half-truths, errors and fake news woven
Into a spider's web of lies, stolen.

The cloak of vagueness and doubt created,
Is stained, defaced with deceit, dictated.
To veil intentions with twisted meaning,
Camouflaged in patch-ups so demeaning.

Weaselly words, so cunningly devised,
Mask the truth so despised, with lies disguised,
With watered down and sanitized version,
Of what is real, not a perversion.

The half-truths and straight-faced lies dance and sway,
Twisting meanings in a cunning display,
Masking true intentions, shrouding what's right,
In a cloak of wry words, tainted with spite.

Art of Saying a Lot Yet Saying Nothing At All

An abundance of mimicked truth yet oozing falsehood 
Leaving a dubious ironic emotional attitude 
Simulating a true person’s being hypocritical 
Showed as a soul-less insanely monstrous criminal 

Recognizing ambiguity painted in your unique brilliant colors 
No matter how you curve it, your words still weigh like anchors 
Cunning are your sneaky attempts at a vagueness 
The are of your game is far from being stated as genius 

The illusion of your meaning is not being judged 
It’s the meaning of that illusion I won’t begrudge 
Twisting your morbid stories into enigmatic fables 
Trying to paint yourself as the innocent of all angels 

Conforming naive minds into perceiving what isn’t right 
Leaving one to believe it’s themself that they fight 
Perplexed a complex thought allowing deceit 
Fueling the tellers ever hunger of feeding their conceit 

Yet I do not pass judgement, you bring about that result 
The perceived illusion you brought it’s your fault
Allowing the multi talent of twisting words to your end 
The vagueness in saying a lot by saying nothing, letting no one in

Success Is Any Beehive

Souls amid vagueness
we sustain an inheritance
when affection is betrayed
the fights ratified a farewell
prior, we struck the shore

In the last spell of my life
faults are piled high on the mound
it swirls and coils into clouds
I must uncover my path; I am lost
In this swarm of torn seasons
without anything
I have sprung up to the summit
I smile when I notice... 
hazy veil of the night rise
breed shivers off my handle

With one stroke, one can restore one’s life
There was on top a loss of insight and wit
Avalon-like in the Gollum
and, there is no absolute power
or fables
awaken the venerable
to the days of audacity

On clear days, honey abounds
Swathe across each space
even the downbeat ones
born from a bold hand
escaping from hives
bees flew away from the disarray
even more so now than before
they were wretched to find the blooms
If you recognize, how an artist reckons
all eyes will be on the hibiscus
through every conflict

Written: October 23, 2022

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