"persistant" poems
Loosing is not an option
its a choice
sucess is not permanent
it is a roller coaster ride
goes up and down
slide left and right
at the peak or at the bottom
sometimes high or sometime it clatters
someone cries at the end ,
someone got it a lot better
aftermath,they got wobbly legs
can't stand straight
or enjoys it before it ends.
thrill excites but never resides
fun is transitory but still entertaining
hardwork is persistant and challenging
Tears become companion in the journey
happy or sad eyes let them flow
choose as per your desire
because there is no turning back
never saw turns that left behind
chasing the speed
to overcome the distance readily
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
ECG
They showed the broken rhythm of my heart
With inky ripples traced in peaks and troughs
The night when sudden life was torn apart
Left echoes like a dry persistant cough
This paper trail more signature of self
Than any scribbled scrawl of given names
More indication of my vital health
Than any poet’s talk of light or flames
My quick survival charted there as fact.
“And here, you see a murmured aftershock”
The remnant spider scribe of heart attack
My ailing pulse, my brittle ticking tock
Once took a moment’s beat to catch its breath
And left me reeling at the edge of death.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC
The Doubts,
The constant,
Sporadic,
Persistant,
Doubts.
Riding on a ferris wheel,
Going up and down,
Riding through the wave,
Then all alone in my cave.
Going up and down.
The doubts
Come and go,
Set me free,
Then prison me in bitter sprees.
Oh, leave me be.
There is no room for doubt,
That is the key.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
Nobody ever speaks of
The sadness that can be felt
In your bones
The kind that can be
Encompassed
By your whole being
Nobody ever tells you
How to manage
Feeling like a stranger in your own body
Sometimes
I am a stranger to my own body
Depersonalization
Is a term that
I have come to know all too well
I have come to know
What it's like
To watch life happen
From a distance
To feel
Persistant and constant
Dissociation
Nobody ever told me
About the depression
That can take over your soul
While simultaneously
Forcing you
To watch it happen
Without any ability to stop it
Sometimes I feel as if
I can't feel anything at all
And that in itself
Is truly terrifying
But I am trying my hardest
To take hold of the steering wheel
I refuse
To let it take control
In the past I have
Locked all of the doors to myself
Thinking that
If I was the only inhabitant
Than nothing could get to me
But lately
I've realized
That letting people in
Will not be the downfall of myself
Lately
I've realized
That opening up
Is the key
To finding answers
Is the key
To finding help.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
Auden wrote "weep for the lives your wishes never led."
But I think it's better to be happy instead.
Why need I shed tears and feel such regret?
I've the rest of my life to achieve better yet.
I might not be sportsman, I might not be a star,
I may not be rich or drive a flash car,
I may not be known in my own local bar,
But who is to say that I won't travel far?
"Wheat is wheat" Van Gogh once said,
"Even if, at first, like grass it seems."
I've amazing things inside my head,
And I can paint my dreams
And oh, my friends! The things I dream
Would make you laugh and cry
As they focus on the age-old theme;
The persistant question- Why?
Sometimes I'm the cat who's got the cream,
Others; a web entangled fly.
It matters not much what I do,
Much more so what I think,
So to quote the great W.C.Fields;
"I believe I'll have a drink."
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 5:50 PM UTC
dear Life,
i take vitamin c with chicken noodle soup
cause i need a double boost of immunity to you,
Life, you're virus-like
slow and steady persistant stream of attack
on my will's white blood cells,
eventually wearing me down with:
term papers,
lies,
paper cuts,
and a nicotine addiction
dear Life,
i got a triple boost of immunity today
i drank orange juice with my vitamin c and soup.
HA.
Mar 2, 2010
Mar 2, 2010 at 6:36 PM UTC
equivacol memories of my past present and future
writing other peoples papers better than i can write my own.
music is my only vice on these cold days. These independent sounds breaking waves and my spirit.
being omnipotent in a fantasy world. learning to trust the ones i need. recognizing that need.
procrastinating my daily missunderstandings.
stalling to make imperative decisions, remembering undying affection for a persistant happiness that is impossible to reach. only to let that effort slip through those fingers of deception.
as i linger in and out of minds of those less deserving corrupted corrupted young souls. you're the only voice who's vibrations floating in and out of my atmosphere held any distinct significance.
idealistic reminders pushing our hearts. the ones we try so hard to ignore.
time was on our side and ironically we ran out. with ones heart in ones mouth you are spilling out secrets meant to be kept between you and no one but eternity.
the inconsiderate notions we carry are losing depth.
breaking glass into a million little pieces like those broken moments.
lets sit and decipher those indescribable images with mega pixels transfering what words cannot.
this is all what were avoiding.
skin secrets burning into my memory like affection. oh how dishonest our acquired tastes has grown.
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 1:36 PM UTC
It has never been my intension
nor was it ever a bone of contention
to alter or disrupt the social convention
but now is the time to pay close attention
to the decline of the human condition
Responsibility rescinded creating moral decomposition
accountability abandoned causing legal repercussion
right and wrong are muddled in a malicious juxtaposition
public opposition has festered into social imperfection
the omission of tradition by politician’s redefinition
HEED THIS ADMONITION OR ARDENT APPREHENSION
SAGACIOUS SUSPICION AND PERSISTANT PREVENTION
Of the decommission of the Physician, Pediatrician
the Technician, and the Mathematician
and give this acquisition to those with no ambition
even those under suspicion of sedition
or held in detention without fear of restitution
This is the deception of the devolution
of the middle classification
and the total destruction
of American personification
praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
and i put my phone in aeroplane mode
so i dont hear it when you dont call.
is that selfishness
or self protection.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 3:07 AM UTC
For my mate Ernest W who cared....
Invisible in silky strands, a gossamer of lethal thought,
Drifting through the nether regions, touching on my mind.
Complication’s vagaries encroaching on the circumspect
Magnifying well beyond solutions I can find.
Nervous in the groundswell now, I feel it all inflating,
Inflating to a curtaining beyond my self control,
Waves of peristalsis in a shrill persistant keening,
Locking out the sanity in holding logic’s goal.
Waves of peristalsis in a bath of perspiration
Panic in a rupture at the coccyx of my spine,
Ravenously eating at the fabric of all reason
Ravenously gnawing at this rationale of mine.
***** in a puddle on the floor beside my footwear
Cloying is the stench of the ***** in my drawers,
Lost are the vestiges of any thought of decency
Gone is the differentiation in my flaws.
Clenching of hands in a bind of blue confusion
Catatonic slowness in arresting the decline,
Vaccilating eyeballs are rolling for the camera
And utter desolation is a flavour on my mind.
Why be concerned with the shaming of tomorrow?
Why come to terms with the maunderings of late?
Why face the music of the mirth and derision
When there’s a more practical direction to take?
Glide to the realm of the smooth overflowing
Slide in the slipstream oblivion makes,
Slip the bonds of your sad mortal tenure’s
Awful array of destructive mistakes.
Glide to the realm of serene independence
Glide far away from the troubled and hard,
Gone to the gossamer web of the ether
Gone to the nether world’s silky facade.
*...........: But what's the guts Courageous,
You happy with your deed?
Are your friends all overjoyed
To see your suicide succeed?
Is your family unaffected
By the loss and guilt remorse,
Your sudden grand departure
leaving kids without recourse?
Did you think about the aftermath?
The chaos and the pain
And the long term implications
Of your shattered families' shame?
The guilt within your partners heart,
The kids who are confused
And the ****** dissapointment
Of your mates.. who feel abused?
The mess you left behind you
And the tangled web you wove
And the bruising of good memories
For which, you once,...had strove.
Your painless, quick demise, you thought,
Released you from all this.....
But the sadness in the silent eyes
Condemns you as remiss.*
Marshalg
In an effort to understand why?
....And explain why not !
9 December 2010
Read more: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/suicide-12/#ixzz17kzvfsTk
Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 2:09 PM UTC
Cards and coins and doves and smoke
Just ways to memerize the folk
Who come to dine and hear me joke
About the things I do
Restaurants, gyms and shopping malls
Weekend shows in legions halls
I have some phones...if someone calls
About the things I do
Houdini, Blackstone, Randii
Switching cards at times for candy
All things I must keep handy
to do the shows I do
I'll never make a million
Never do the big reveal
I work just for tips and smiles
Trying to pay for my next meal
Sleight of hand's my favorite
Keep them watching, fool them all
"Now which one did it go under"
"Can you surely find the ball?"
Drinking, drugs, an my depression
A nationwide finance recession
I do not make a good impression
I'm a magician ...level two
Small clubs, folks homes, and free dinners
Show the tricks that are my winners
Show them to the saints and sinners
I'm a magician ....level two
To most I will stay nameless
***** it up, and I am blameless
Some folks comments , they are shameless
Tomorrow...I'll be gone
I don't repeat my shows too often
I hardly do a second show
It's not because I do not like it
It's just these are the only tricks I know
I make things appear out of nowhere
It tricks the old folks and the young
I will never be remembered
I"m just one whose song is sung
I'm more slight of hand than ever
I've more patter than I've tricks
Sleight of hand lost to arthitis
Like what I do and that trick sticks
Cape and wand with no assistant
I'll get it right, I am persistant
I'm nothing if I'm not consistent
"Which cup has the missing ball?"
I am a level two magician
In the yellow pages, find my name
There's hundred more out there just like me
And all our tricks, they are the same
Thank you for your contribution
I thinks it grants you absolution
If I am bad, no retribution
I'm slight of hand...not sleight no more.
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 8:33 PM UTC
My love for you is a different kind,
less explosive and hardened;
no longer plagued by ecstasy.
No romance, roses, or advances.
My love for you is a different kind,
not light-hearted, friendly, or smooth,
lacking tact, natural, or loose.
Not friendship, laughter, and chances.
My love for you is a different kind,
ostracized in form, yet firm, careful,
restless, persistant, and withdrawn.
Not lost, forgotten, or resentful.
My love for you is a different kind,
now,
and I don't know what to do.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC
You came to me so docile
Like a caterpillar on a leaf
But like that caterpillar,
You had full intention of
ripping me
apart
with your
teeth
And you offered up some ****
and I gave in with naivety
though I was already high
you watched me
oh
so
steadily
Then you pounced
I couldn't flee
Immobile me
couldn't push
you far
but I said a few
stops
and
nos
and
please don't Charlie
but you kept
on going
persistant
Persistance is key
they say
Well
**** that
I say
You degraded me that night
You
***** me
that night.
I'm never going to accept a sorry.
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 1:42 AM UTC
Once Upon a Time, in a countryside field that expanded far and wide
there grew a massive population of Black-Eyed Susans
Due to the duration of their lineage in this country
All the other flowers admired them quite jealously
They were not lavender delightful like Venus’ pride
or magenta seductive like the frail petaled pink fairies
Black-Eyed Susans grew like Spartan warriors
and sprouted healing wisdom like Aclepius
Their bulbous heads attract butterflied so exactly
every caterpillar is born in love with the color yellow
born in lust for their persistant nature
born with their meager caterpillar lips
parted in marveled awe of how
wonderfully healing Black-eyed Susans are
asking for nothing but the sun’s rays to be warm
and the rain to quench their thirst
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
I was:
a little broken,
a little lost on time,
too much,
and not enough
(But I'd swear "I'm doing fine").
And on every cold night
You held me so tight
my pieces fit together
and you filled the holes
left by storms and bad weather.
Too much is nonexistant
and you love that I'm persistant.
not enough is impossible.
And that's what it means
when you tell me you love me
I'm on top of the world.
I want to say time changes things,
because it's the truth about reality.
But honestly, you're the thing
and you've changed me.
but in a better way than time herself could ever dream.
And now, I'll get to watch change with you for eternity.
Today we're together,
and I'm a little lost on time.
'Cuz I'm in love,
and that's enough.
(I'm doing so much more than fine.)
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC
In conclusion, you don’t want me.
The rest of this is wasted.
Worthless words,
Tasteless,
Useless in their
Needless,
Hopeless,
Pointlessly
Persistant tangents.
Get to the crux.
As beautiful as it was,
As much as this *****
A dream is all it could be
Because,
In conclusion, you don’t want me.
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 9:03 PM UTC
Sometimes, we simply drift apart
No matter what we do
We always try to make it work
Tho we know, it's not going to
You say that I neglect you
And I don't know you anymore
You need my full attention
Like the way it was before
"It's not you it's me" I say
But no comfort can be found
We sit and don't communicate
We barely make a sound
As days go, by the words will fade
We're both now less persistant
There's nothing we can do to change
We've now become too distant
Apr 6, 2010
Apr 6, 2010 at 8:11 AM UTC
I just can't shake
these lonely days,
or my lonely ways,
this persistant, lonely phase
I want to be a confident extrovert
I want to break free
I want to let the lonely days be
completely far behind me
But I fear the loneliness
has a cruel friend become
Like a constant chum
that I would rather shun
I can be lonely in a crowd
I can be content in my own space
Others, I've offered hope and grace
but my own pain remains in place
I feel like an onion
The layers, one could peel off each part
Joy, peace, beauty-- the desires of my heart
Yet at my core is where the pain starts
Loneliness, I do not want its pity
Wanting the sadness to go away
Yet those lingering feelings stay
as I live these lonely days
Nov 7, 2010
Nov 7, 2010 at 9:37 AM UTC
Across expanses far and flat
The freezing wind doth howl,
Through desolation cold and harsh
No sign of beast nor fowl.
No feet have trod these arid lands
No eyes have sought a path,
No heart has longed to venture here
No settler built a hearth.
Far horizons curve the flatness
Cold stars spray the sky,
Freezing diamonds in the blackness
Crescent moon hangs high.
Sleet and snow and driving rain
Assault in winter’s bleak,
Whilst blazing sun and baking wind
Prevail in summers fleet.
Grasses blow in rolling waves
As far as sight can see,
And cobalt skies of burnished blue
Are cloud and eagle free.
Sand grains blowing, heaping, rolling
Dusty dunes do form,
Moving west in steady flow
Sand waves without a storm.
Silent, silent, shrill and silent
Wind’s persistant howl
Shreiking in the rolling grass
No trace of beast nor fowl.
Far horizons defy logic
Something in the dark,
Huge and vague a shadowed something
Ghosts from Ancients hark.
Marshalg
@theGate
Mangere Bridge
4 May 2009
Jan 8, 2010
Jan 8, 2010 at 12:13 PM UTC
You're the missing shirt and mismatched socks
You're the barbie dolls and the wooden blocks
youre the iou in the money box
that makes me stop and smile.
You're the open milk and burnt black toast
you're the dented wing from the unseen post
you're the gravy poured on my Sunday roast
that makes me stop and smile.
You're the scent of marigolds and bleach
you're the persistant itch I cannot reach
you're the shells we found on last years beach
that make me stop and smile.
You're the start of life and end of days
you're the burning hope as the fiddler plays
you're the sweetest thoughts and gentle ways
that makes me stop and smile.
Aug 9, 2012
Aug 9, 2012 at 7:46 AM UTC
abandonment is when everything you do is wrong
and nothing you do is considered important
when you've blatantly made a mistake but
they smile at you and say that "it's all right"
because they can't be bothered to tell you
what it takes to become an even better person
it is the occasional urge for your heartbeat to
slow down. to the point where it stops, and
is too late to start up again
the persistant desire to step off rooftops;
to feel your body tumbling, hurtling downwards knowing
that the ground will open up to keep you safe
when you feel abandoned, you feel unwanted
as if everyone has decided to give up on you
but still you keep your palms open,
like a child waiting to catch snowflakes in summer
thinking that perhaps, your conclusion was wrong
hoping that the silhouette you watched walk away will
turn around and return to you with outstretched arms
- - -
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 11:02 AM UTC
it´s not that my mind is that dark
that is to say
that my thoughts and moods
are a perpetual grey
blotted and distorted
those happy memories I made
into a dark murky pool
go my sun-shiny days
I know my thoughts might seem cliché..
«the persistant clouds turn my blue sky grey»
but it is the the truth
my truth!
my dismay!
still I find myself begging
for the light to stay
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC
I am Authentic,
I am Beautiful,
I am Charming,
I am Delicate,
I am Elegant,
I am Faithful,
I am Gifted,
I am Honorable,
I am Idealistic,
I am Jolly,
I am Kindly,
I am Liberal,
I am Moody,
I am Neat,
I am Octavious,
I am Persistant,
I am Quaint,
I am Responsive,
I am Shy,
I am Thrifty,
I am not U,
I am Violent,
I am Wonderful,
I am X- pensive.
I am Youthful
I am Zilliant.
I am Me.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
Although it may be Christmas,
One thought reseeds,
Which will be chosen,
Which is your need,
It's one or the other,
Because both doesn't work,
So make your pick,
Choose your path in this fork,
I just want an outcome,
To these never ending thoughts,
That I fear so much,
That I've fought and fought.
So please choose one,
If its not me whatever,
I'm just losing my patience,
Underneath this weather,
My patience is thin,
I've waited so long,
Give me an answer,
Because neither one is wrong,
One final thought,
Is that I've tried so hard,
Some things may seem scary,
But this decision is my shard,
So please make your choice,
Make it quick,
Because I can only hold out so long,
Before this glue no longer sticks.
Dec 24, 2010
Dec 24, 2010 at 8:38 PM UTC