"singleness" poems
The singleness of mind
as the pavement lobotomizes you.
No forks in the track
at any point.
from point A
to point B
Employ your limbs or you might fall asleep
as you are serenaded
by strange music
from universes
just discovered.
Some universal truth tough to explain.
How every galaxy
in every glint
on this desert road
is, with precise frequency, interrupted
by that yellow stripe
running in intervals down eternity lane
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 6:15 PM UTC
Often I wonder which is harder
'Singleness or Marriage'
How do we do it?
The struggles of being with someone and remain purified sexually
The focus we must attain in this manner
The mindset of suppressing lust and passion
Remaining without touch till the set time
Our partners how they seemingly accept the challenge but later deviate;
With talks like ‘am only human’.
How we look innocent but crave deep down for a tiny piece
The chain of celibacy a slavery we were made to follow
Or else anguish and chastising
Am broken and torn
The lessons I learnt I hold dearly
Corinthians stated worries
Oh my fate!
When whilst thou end, this status I cross around my neck
Wait! but don’t look waiting
The side talks and jest, the respect long lost
Yours will be the latest I know
Happen already!
Wait on God permanent anthems now
Smile and wave don’t show it
Or you are jealous.
Be happy and suppress
Be hopeful and pray
For how long!
Be patient, kind,
God’s time is the best
Oh when!
It’s been 3 decades and counting
No judging authority
I only want to be loved
Now I live for myself alone no deviation from love and service
I will do not just right but the right way
With God before me.
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 6:47 AM UTC
And again my heart pounced
over skin cold; that pleaded singleness,
with hypocritical beats I bowed to,
to her highness; to her petite shrill,
a debut in partial denial; unpleasant,
as i withdrew with foul felony,
thoughts raced through judging ethics,
while simplicity ****** away the soul,
into a contagious six holed drain...
And I locked myself behind blue bars,
losing the wall I built with sweated palms,
danced did I over viscous black waters,
embracing the world's false desires,
smashed them pretty birds withing their cage,
lost all sense of peace, I go hidden,
in awe of that ever pleasant voice;
I bow again; in silence I ask me
to plant me in her backyard,
water me with her sour scents,
sing me her sweet lilting lullaby,
and embrace me into our little concord!!
Where did the wisdom lay that moment?
that moment when I tasted drops of sweat...
Why would I **** that clown in me?
that played tunes from a gleeful cassette...
When will I lose my two shadows?
that followed me even while I'd regret...
(a puff o' smoke and some silence)
And again my heart, it pounced!!
Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 5:20 AM UTC
The couplet's first in writing villanelles;
if you desire your work to be its best,
a singleness in purpose always tells.
Of course, the open has the hook that sells,
your reader is seduced to read the rest.
The couplet's first in writing villanelles.
Your second line resides in writer's hell,
the rhyme-rich ending word must meet the test
and singleness in purpose always tells.
Pentameter iambic works just swell,
but matters not, as many will attest.
The couplet's first in writing villanelles.
Last stanza rolls around, the poet's well
is nearly dry, their muse under duress;
a singleness in purpose always tells.
The final lines! Relax, and sit a spell,
enjoy the glow of formal poem's success.
The couplet's first in writing villanelles.
a singleness in purpose always tells.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC
High-mindedness, a jealousy for good,
A loving-kindness for the great man's fame,
Dwells here and there with people of no name,
In noisome alley, and in pathless wood:
And where we think the truth least understood,
Oft may be found a "singleness of aim,"
That ought to frighten into hooded shame
A money-mongering, pitiable brood.
How glorious this affection for the cause
Of steadfast genius, toiling gallantly!
What when a stout unbending champion awes
Envy and malice to their native sty?
Unnumbered souls breathe out a still applause,
Proud to behold him in his country's eye.
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Realizing that my pain
that resulted from past failures
was only temporary because
forgetting that past knowing
that foregiveness does not change
what happened
I am finally able
to move on as the other half
of my heart comes
home.
It does let me take
the first step torward
growth and creation as each time
that one loves is the only time
and a difference of object
does not alter singleness of passion
but merely intensifies it.
I knew that her love
was the other half of my heart
on the day that she came to me
and said that she loved me
and I could feel that love
when she talked to me hearing it
in her voice like a tone
that only I could hear.
Knowing that I have loved her
in numerous forms, numerous times,
life after life, age after age forever
our final journey now begins
as I dip my feather into the inkwell
of the sunset and write about her
sending my love to the
treasure of her heart of which
my heart is now
a part.
I can not take for granted
our future knowing that we have
the love of each other
and more importantly
we have ourselves as we touch
and our hearts became whole
once more and our love
continues to grow
and we both know that our love
for each other exceeds
the need for each other. Jon York 2013
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 2:20 AM UTC
Alas! Cupid
Laziness doesn't suit you
Do something,will you?
Seek the universe
To find my soulmate
Lose yourself if you must
Valentines comes and goes as he pleases
He is bored with my singleness
What now Cupid?
Your arrow must be bitter
I'll write you a honeyed haiku
I'll write you a sweet sonnet
To refuel your magic
Then you'll find love for me
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 9:14 AM UTC
It lasted only few days.
Almost non existent and unnoticed,
considering the long life span of a modern human being.
But it has left me with an ache in my heart,
a constant tug, **** and awakening of my extreme "singleness".
Maybe it was the smile, the deceitful truth in the eyes;
Definitely the caring, re-assuring voice and the gentle touch.
The fun filled atmosphere and the care free life style,
surrounded by youth, sun, energy, laughter and delight.
And that was you...
But on the other hand was an actual person with an actual heart;
With genuine emotions and a hope for a new start.
Willing to give, to trust and to let loose.
Fabulously charmed, ecstatic, oblivious and so very true.
And that was me...
There was you, there was me and apparently a "her".
Later I knew but I just wanted you, to love and to hurt.
There's nothing left but the memories, the disappointment and the pain.
The summer affair has turned into a cold, dark and lonely Winter's night,
and keeps haunting me again and again.
And that is us...
Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 5:27 AM UTC
This single man lives all alone inside a single room
This single man has just one cup along with A single spoon
This single man it must be said sleeps alone in a single bed
This single man has a single pillow to rest his weary head .
This single man has a single plate with just enough to eat.
This single man has one pair of shoes to walk single in the street
This single man has a single suit along with a single tie
This single man has a single clock to watch the hours go by.
This single man has just one hope a single girl to find
And when he finds that someone singleness will be left behind.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 2:02 PM UTC
My mind wandered as he walked in,
Wandered into the undetermined future of this thing they called "us"
Was it a lifetime of undeniable affection for one another?
Or was it a longing that would only lead to years of jealousy and rage?
Either way it goes it would definitely lead to an unrelenting passion,
Unrelenting huh?
A never ceasing, always wanting, continuously pursuing, passion for one another.
Sound like a lot of trouble to me.
Maybe I should sit back and reevaluate my wanderings,
What if this attraction is only felt by me?
Then will I want all of this?
Am I okay watching from the sidelines as my other half of "us" creates "us" after "us"
What I want to say is NO!!! And run away
What I will probably do is sit and watch,
Watch as the other half of my "us" turns into a quarter than an eighth and then a sixteenth and so on and so forth until the number behind the decimal is too long to count.
And even then I'll be sitting here waiting for him to return
Cause even in my singleness I am loyal.
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
In your season of singleness
May God plant within you
Seeds of the Holy Spirit
And water you with the Living Word.
May you bloom,
Not only to meet "the one"
But to be the one
Whose sight is replaced
With God's perspective,
So that the pleasures of the flesh
And unfulfilled desires will **** out,
Filling your pith
With a deep rooted love.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 6:57 AM UTC
Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
Why lov’st thou that which thou receiv’st not gladly,
Or else receiv’st with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true concord of well-tunèd sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering,
Resembling sire and child and happy mother,
Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing;
Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee: “Thou single wilt prove none.”
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Take your hand in mine
As I lead you through time
I hoped you’d be here for this
This is not something you’re gonna wanna miss
Let’s reminisce about how we first met
We were at the coffee shop you hadn’t ordered yet
You looked at me with those beautiful green eyes.
I swear my heart melted on sight.
You asked me for my name. I swear you felt it too.
That we would be together, our singleness was through.
We talked, we had a lot in common.
I knew it was a good omen.
Then I got brave and asked you out for a date.
And the rest is history… My life with you is great.
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 9:24 AM UTC
This is a poem I wrote for a Romantic Poetry Unit in English. This was my attempt at it.
...............................................................
My Wish, My Dream, and My Hope
by Hannah Edwards.
It is the light at the end of a dark tunnel.
It is the promise of something good and true.
It is a dream for the future,
Of a life shared between me and you.
It's the moment when you declare, "I love you".
And in reply I can finally whisper, " I love you too."
It's the moment when you ask me,
To be yours forever, to our last day.
When I cry out "yes",
With happiness so great,
No words could ever convey.
For this, morning and night, to God did I pray.
My deepest wish for everyday.
When you take me into your arms,
And I know I'm where I belong.
The moment I will finally know why everything else went wrong.
The reason I didn't give up, Trying so hard to be strong.
Because God was leading me to you all along.
Then the day dawns when we both say "I do".
Amidst tears and smiles of joy,
We will with gladness bid singleness adieu.
When we promise ourselves to each other, forever to be true.
Remembering the hard times, the waiting, uncertainty blinding our view.
We will praise and thank God for seeing us through.
Even when we didn't understand what life held for us,
God was planning, He always knew.
That is my wish, my dream, and my hope, for me and for you.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
With His incarnation, passion, death and resurrection,
Christ paid the ransom for the sins of humanity!
Our full acceptance of this sacrosanct Truth,
gives us the opportunity to be permanently set free…
from the impending separation, brought by Death.
The date of Christ’s next coming may not be known;
so today is still the acceptable time for Salvation,
to become sons and daughters… before His throne.
The earthly powers of Satan will be vanquished;
know that his future demise has already been foretold.
He arrogantly chose to reject his musical authority
and remain strolling upon the Kingdom’s streets of gold.
Now we’re to stand, take back and occupy the land;
for we’re to regain the authority that was given Adam.
We’re also to recognize and honor the sacrificial Lamb
Jesus Christ, the holy, begotten son of the Great I Am.
The true saint lives not for today, but for tomorrow,
purposing to usher in the Kingdom with singleness of mind.
As righteous keepers of humanity’s brothers, we need…
to steer everyone towards the sacred One called Divine.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Luke 19:11-27; Eph 4:1-16; Rom 12:1–8; 1 Cor 12; 1 Pet 3:10-11;
Matt 5:13-16, 16:24-26; Gal 2:20, 6:14; 2 Cor 5:17-21
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 10:15 AM UTC
There are people I miss.
I miss their touch and the physicality of it all.
However, now I have a profound peace
Of the presence of Baha’u’llah.
The Spirit of patience, of wisdom.
It pervades my heart
And I say to myself:
“How long will you sulk over your ex?”
I have less than I did when we were together:
In the physical.
However, I have more spirit in my heart now.
I’m stronger for putting up with your weakness,
Your vanity.
However, I see I have the same vain imaginations in me.
Will I ever fall for a spiritual person
Without needing her to be able to fulfill my chemical desires?
I want to throw away the possibility for another relationship
And cling to the idea of singleness.
But it is the incessant inclination to create offspring and secure love
That drives me crazy still.
Who will I meet?
I don’t want to desire another woman if my search will end without promise.
But I continue in my folly.
Alas, day by day my desire pulses
And it is still greeted with empty dreams.
I’m packed full with opposite dispositions
Subtle ones.
I progress towards the Maker
One dark bedroom at a time.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC
bleak darkness and its measure:
squandering the light
no definitions
no spectral haze
no inhibitions
its onerous labor is one
with me.
live life at the edge of the fall.
holding a hand
fallibly.
live alone, love alone —
these things pulse with strength
in singleness, even the glances
of prying neighbors are sequestered
reduced to sealed shut, hermetic,
no sight or hindsight.
i'll run to where the sunlight is
and wish for the moon, slumber
like a dead log adrift in the current.
buying myself love and selling its pleasures to defunct markets.
trying to repair what is beyond salvation,
trying to amalgamate what is perpetually
scarred, sundered.
clangorous *** of metal, herding jeep
and riotous chariots; mad men fill
the lines waiting for encumbrance,
bardic in the streets of Marilao
hungry for something:
give me a blank piece of paper
and i will try to reinvent the world
with impunity and lostness.
the world gives back such awry stare
and all imperative darkness reigns
supreme, mine are all emergencies
as shadows are succored not,
retained in their caliginous thrones.
living alone
yet not so much alone.
the dog outside does not bark anymore.
the well-placed gnome of stone outside
stares stonily across the thick space.
the nosy neighbor does not meddle
through the rusted ocher grills.
the old moon wanes outside
as the lift of light sways to where
there are no disappearances.
somewhere in the metropolitan there
is a derby of fools and all mirth;
i wish myself there and curse my presence
right then.
work does not fill me anymore,
money does me no good. my soul
bangs the walls and slams the doors
it threatens to leave without auguries,
and demands a new sense of necessity.
tonight, i will go out, drink at a local pub
and crawl towards the ajar door of
my father's car. smoke will caterwaul
the pressing scenes of the vicinities
crumbling at the tremor of clocks;
i will open my dresser and discover
all books dissipated, some naked
in relished pages, others abeyant.
the curtain can fall later,
and the night too, falter evenly
widely spread across the sky.
— all is broken.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 8:49 AM UTC
Ever seen a dog free, tongue out panting
Style not cramped by hallucinating humans?
He's desperately intense and oh so resolute!
Look, learn and emulate his singleness of purpose
Getting to his destination somewhere ahead is supreme
So, never you think you he knows not where he goes
In truth only the dog knows where he's going and why
Lesson from the dog: keep your own sweet counsel
In matters of import and talk after you return and are snug
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 3:07 AM UTC
i hope one day i can say this
to my other half-
everybody has their own story,
i just happen to find yours
more intriguing
just saying though,
it's not as if I can escape the curse
of singleness :>
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 7:50 AM UTC
I was sleeping in my dream the other night
maybe that's how I knew it was a dream
I rolled over and inhaled the smell of aftershave
on pillows and realized I was in your room
in the morning when we wake
your retriever bounds in the door
of the granny-flat, tail wagging, throws her weight
on top of me. my two favourite girls you say,
then you shower, mouthwash, shave,
make breakfast in your house near the sea
with nobody except your dog, an imaginary you,
and a little part of me.
When I wake I think I'm still there
but I'm not where I thought I was
my bedroom is cold and cramped in a city apartment,
a car alarm outside wakes me with a start
my neck is stiff from the singleness of this bed.
I sit up and can see myself in the reflection
of my mirror in the dark. Just me.
I roll over and ignore, just before I fall back asleep,
I wonder to myself if everyone has
that same split second of splendid
between consciousness and dreams
that everything is the way it used to be,
before reality come crashing in like a big, dangerous tidal wave.
I dread falling back asleep.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC
With His incarnation, passion, death and resurrection,
Christ paid the ransom for the sins of humanity!
Our full acceptance of this sacrosanct Truth,
gives us the opportunity to be permanently set free…
from the impending separation, brought by Death.
The date of Christ’s next coming may not be known;
so today is still the acceptable time for Salvation,
to become sons and daughters… before His throne.
The earthly powers of Satan will be vanquished;
know that his future demise has already been foretold.
He arrogantly chose to reject his musical authority
and remain strolling upon the Kingdom’s streets of gold.
Now we’re to stand, take back and occupy the land;
for we’re to regain the authority that was given Adam.
We’re also to recognize and honor the sacrificial Lamb
Jesus Christ, the holy, begotten son of the Great I Am.
The true saint lives not for today, but for tomorrow,
purposing to usher in the Kingdom with singleness of mind.
As righteous keepers of humanity’s brothers, we need…
to steer everyone towards the sacred One called Divine.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Luke 19:11-27; Eph 4:1-16; Rom 12:1–8; 1 Cor 12; 1 Pet 3:10-11;
Matt 5:13-16, 16:24-26; Gal 2:20, 6:14; 2 Cor 5:17-21
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 11:27 AM UTC
so far in this poetry memoir ive left memories of three men....im done now as you might have seen from my last works...at 26 years of age, i take a vow of singleness...batchelor hood if you will....for i know love will never find me
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 5:06 AM UTC
If I behave unstable
It is not intentional
I blame it on you
Yes, on your narratives
That boys don't cry
You say men shouldn't cry
You see crying men as weaklings
Why shouldn't I cry my cry
Even Lions cry, so why not?
We have all been mis-schooled
Depression comes in different shades
Crying is soothingly therapeutic
So, let me cry my cry in peace
Or is it your cry?
One day, your time will come
If I sink into depression
Because I am being a man
When depression leads to death
Will you take care of my loved ones?
Can you legalise your promise?
I vented my anger on drinks
I became a chronic drunk
I laced it with womanising
I became nymphomaniac
I am first human, then a man
All you need do is ask nicely
Maybe we can be good friends
That we may cry and win together
Stand up for the boy child
Tell them it's okay to fall and cry
How do you cope with a falling grade?
I am single and unmarried
Married and unhappy
Do you have a nagging partner?
"Every Mallam to his kettle" please
Don't add if you can't help
I have a right to cry
It is not a weakness
It is a display of emotion
Ask women, they cry in sorrow and gladness
Stop the emotional blackmail
There is a child in every man
A tear in every gland
Boys lives matters too
Let me heal and cry in peace
Spread the news...
Do you know my story?
If you know my past
You will appreciate my pain
Then my praise
Boys needs help too
Failure is but school, learn
Suicide is not an option
Marriage is not by force
Singleness is not a curse
If you are hurt, cry your cry
When a breadwinner dies
A wife looses a husband
A child loses a father
A family looses a sibling
It's okay to cry, so cry...
Don't vent it on addictives
If you have ever been told
"Man up; boys don't cry"
You have been abused
Gather here, let's cry together
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 1:12 PM UTC
Meet you on false pretenses though it was convenient I was to much appreciative of the the brutal taps through out the night as we slept as friends in the same area
You was a woman with promiscuous intentions but was dealing with self esteem issues as if that had anything to do with it I offered myself to your life as a gentlemen, as you announced I was your first relationship and I took that in consideration and treated you as gentle as welded flowered should be tended to.
We shared moments and made memories conversations was of future reference of the possessible of stablemates in hence there was bad times mistakes were made and I push you to things I believe was in the back of your mind in the beginning
You gave Me faith when doubt was an option, taunted by racism in your family but was tested and failed miserably by the flesh trust is a broken bridge that will not be cross because it's not stable.
So together was shared with phone calls and day visits only when work allowed and company was no more secret was in midst of it all "We" were tainted "us" was not involving me anymore exploring was a concern of mine friends really want friends trying there luck with you as you express your singleness.
Apologizes was said forgiveness was given but the memories couldn't not be forgotten
And words cutting deeper than a knife reaping what I sow moving on looks like necessity.
Blames became the accuser avoidance allowed satisfaction stability became a problem though the feeling was not mutual in cahoots with a certain lifestyle looking forward why turn around convenient for *** nothing less nothing more til the feeling demobilized and there was no more.
Dwelling, emphasizing, considering, clarity became the only solution mentality changes self-respect development to another person Time and patience leads to forgive and forgetting
Tears are shed the lives are lead with misconception and deception to be repression among others I love myself and respect my choice to be is to live to hurt, to be hurt and not be held by chains and etc observance.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 1:55 PM UTC
DP: "I
I just
I just don't
I just don't know
I just don't know how to
how to.... to do this...how do I do this?"
DOH: " to do what?".
DP: "How I ought to deal with you".
" What is the kindest way to avoid drama....
To avoid the manipulation of self pity...
To save us both the indignation of an acting out?"
DOH: "There are at many ways to deal with me....
"nicely and neatly to avoid inflicting more pain,
directly and honestly to help you understand,
silently and patiently in hopes that you will find another to distract you,
sternly and without pity to engage your own sense of pride.
or....shall I remind you of the past and how difficult it was for you?
shall I simply give you increments of time to help you adjust?
shall I simply smile and promise to talk soon as I wave goodbye?"
DP: Or perhaps I should simply come to grips with the fact that you are in my life forever and thank God for you?
After all, who else would care for me as much as you? "
DOH: " Probably no one", and thinking a little longer responded, "No one can love you like me".
DP: "BUT YOU DON'T love me!"
DOH: "I don't? Hmm.... I guess I never noticed."
DP: "Perhaps this is true. But is it fair to do that, to take without returning, and how is it that you can continue to do that? Oh, who can answer my questions about fairness in relationships?"
DOP: You can, if you have the courage to face singleness."
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC