Most Commented Abstract Poems (471)

I am one alone
Drifting in the breeze
Going wherever I please
A rising sun beshone
On wings make me soar
Lighter than before
Lifting each hollow bone
Arisen from the grave
Escaping each gravity wave
Such monotony drones
Far, far below as it grows
Artificial light that glows
Such a stone once thrown
Nevermore to return
Exactly where I was born
All my origins unknown
I am one alone

plum blossoms fall
through the memory of her sent
leaving only silence

Sycamore leafs
on sticks of Winters bones
shoals of seasons reefs
lighthouse and the stones

Spring is the song of butterfly's departing
while cloud dragons roost on the coals of the sun

From monuments high
On pillars of stone
She stands alone
Her gaze

Her features
Her sensual body set in stone
Frome granite stone
Her gaze fixed

She stands
For all to see
Model set in stone For she is the attraction
The model for all to see

Oh how it feels to share a thought
Of how it means to feel for another
But alas would the words have a meaning?
If the other would not understand the goodwill!

Oh how people try to misuse or analyse
And some would cover-up with ignorance
But some would accept and then abuse?
The words of compassion and goodwill!

Oh how the world is full of abusers
Who would just rape or abuse with their attitude
But also the words they use, and do not use
Is it the right of one to another to be mistaken!

Oh how nice it would feel to share a thought
Of how the world feels to one another
And how nice, if one would actually not be
Mistakenly mistaken to express it, so true!

Marble eye of granite stone
Engrained features
Vains in stone
She
Stands aloft
On pyramides high
Gazes down
On commers low
Deathly gaze
Set in stone
For once
Was a block of stone
Now carve
A body for all to see
Imortalized
Now set in stone

THE POEM AND THE SYMPHONY

Time gleans "the sound" from you..
from a distant age gone by.

Body, Neck and Bridge...
Strings, Frets and Keys,
aggregates of this guitarra...

A matrix of wood and bone,
constructs of this Soul.

Embodied in the ink of his pen...
the writer personified -
encrypted in the words,
his art...his life -
each word and rambling
phrase, an incarnation
of the Nous.....truly, an unfettered reflection.

So too, the musician speaks through the sound
of each note...
each note, each phrase,
as if a paragragh...
reflecting sentience and imagination.

Together - they complete the poem
and the symphony...

Separate - they are two strangers
born of a common Mother.

The resonant embrace pierces the
Heart - fingers dancing into a firestorm ....
dissonance long removed, they chase away the distance -
forgetting that some are far removed from this joyful mood.


Mirroring one another, the two strangers renew their bond,
reflecting familiar and a courteous tones, in writ and song -
as thoughts surely become sound,
and all the while, are so evenly pronounced...
plucked strings reverberate through the darkness,
minor and major scales collide...
awakening the dead to life,


....to the poem within the symphony.
................

OUR REFLECTION

A boy and his father are walking in the mountains,
suddenly the son falls, hurts himself and screams: 'AAAhhhhhhhhhh!!!'
To his surprise, he hears a voice repeating, somewhere on the mountain: 'AAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!'
Curious, he yells: 'Who are you?'
The voice again: 'Who are you?'
Angered at the response, he screams: Coward!'
He receive the answer: 'Coward!'
He looks to his father and asks: 'What is going on?'
The father smiles and says: 'my son, pay attention.'
And then the father screams to the mountain: 'I admire you!'
The voice answers: 'I admire you!'
Again the man screams: 'You are a champion!'
The voice retorts: 'You are a champion!'

The boy was surprised but doesn't understand.

Then the father explains: 'People call this Echo, but really, this is Life.'
It gives you back everything you say or do.
Our life is simply a reflection of our actions.
Life will give you back everything you have given to it.

Our best friends and our worst enemies are the thought we have about ourselves.
Self-image sets the boundaries and limitations for each of our individual accomplishment.
My friend, Zag Ziglar observes,....'What you picture in your mind, your mind will go to work to accomplish.
When you change your picture, you automatically change your performance.'

So, Whatever we attach consistently to the word 'I am,' you will become.

THIS DANCE


If there were days enough...
I would learn this Dance,
to dance with you.

The flood light .... the sunrise...
like Icarus - we ascend to the heavens,
like Icarus - only to fall to the earth again...
and again.

This is my dream...
our feet shifting the dust,
ancient and coarse,
cold and splintered planks, worn and true...
do they selfishly hide the passion and words from years past?
Or simply crude constructs of oak...and yew.

Another stage to attend Sir Will!
where genius rings true...
and the plagiarist is found and scorned.

Gnostic flames (our path embellished)
illuminate our face,
certain to displace the darkest of shadows...
while leaving enough to hide our scars,
and portend any claim to grace.

This is the Dance,
when steps and twists and turns,
left us both to chance,
and we knew the Light never to leave...
while the wax and wick....contorts, spits and burns.



GMS75
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Posted: January 2nd, 6:00 PM CST

Part of being a human being
Time when you’re alone
When you ask those questions
Does the grass look greener
Just over the fence
The sun is shimmering in late afternoon
Such is life in early spring
Wait and work all day
Just to see what life brings
Is it just companionship
That you most desire and sing
The most greatest achievement
To come home and be the greatest
In the eyes of those most dependent
What tomorrow will bring who knows
We’re just winging it tonight
So happy to let go of all that sorrow
Was a bird I just heard
A male robin in spring
Very determined in his call
To attract some attribute he brings
Let alone for all to cry
Of the earliest predators alive
Wings off at the mercy of time
When the earthworms shall move
And escape the late spring snows
That anyone of us will ever know
But by the courage you’ve shown
In each new step you take
Please always remember to
Look over your shoulder
You might think you be so nimble
You might be a perfect fake
But what really only matters
Between you and I is faith
Keep looking over your shoulder
For what you and I forsake
Will either bring us together
Or forever seal our fate