Most Liked Abstract Poems (471)

The sun rises and the sun sets
and the darkness comes to stay
with stars appearing and brightly shining light from faraway
we are all here in time , but it seems only for a day
what we may find or keep can never fad away

things may come and things may go
when and where we will never know
it is all part of life's great plan and all we can do is go along with the flow.

Easy going
Warm wind blowing
Carrying me

Getting lost in a meadow
Grasshoppers jumping, flowers bowing
Greeting me

Sun shining
Bees buzzing, birds singing
For me

Dancing, swinging
A rainbow of pencils
From the blue skies falling at me

I keep reaching out and catching pencils
To draw the picture
Of a summer day

In its reach into the heavens
Take a deep breath to describe
The moment in our lives
When we feel sheer ecstasy

The seasons do seem to appear
Down the mountainside slide
All the fallen grasses and leaves
And everything in between

And a river that winds through it
Bringing nourishment and life
Reminding us our mortality
From our birth to our death

Counting our blessings like petals
Falling from flowers that bloom
Take stride in our long journey
From the mountains to the sea

I count one of my own days
And greet each morning sunrise
With great reasons to hope
And much much more to surmise

There are beginnings and there are endings.
Our lives gave many beginnings and many endings.
The dreadfulness of starting anew when everything are as it should be.
The relief of an ending when everything were out of place.

In the beginning we work and toil to keep a roof over our heads, food on the table, and a nice bed to sleep. As minutes turn into hours, hours into days, days into weeks, weeks into months, months into years, our lives have come to an ending.

The new beginning is Retirement. It is welcome with open arms as there will be no more work and toil for our basic necessities. Some find this new beginning as a dreadful time as the images in the mirror have changed. The memories have lost its vitality, the bodies may hurt with aching joints, shorter posture, limited vision, hearing loss, and maybe isolation as the younger have their own beginnings and endings.

This new beginning of retirement will bring everything as it should be. There will be a community of folks like ourselves who will interact with each other telling the same stories over and over again. There will be younger people to care for us with hefty prices. If you were successful to earn millions, the younger will call dementia so it can give them conservatorship. Psssss, it’s the money that have their interest not you.

So the many beginnings and ending through life lead us all to the same place, Retirement. Retirement where our self-worth are lost and our hard earn monies are gone by others to provide questionable services.

So Live life to the fullest, eat, drink, and be merry, as tomorrow you shall die.

!!!!!To retirement.!!!!!

The castle on the hill's consciousness dreamed
Of a new era, where time itself stands still
In this vortex where light and life is well met
Throughout the age of history, imposters might apply
With swords that parry, coinside with the scholar's pen
Warring words that might cause conflict deep inside

The walls of this castle that has withstood the sweat
Built from man's own hands and against the oceans' wave
Weathered but beaten conflict, strength within, pride comes
Before the fall, that questions the ownership of mine
Discernment made, as to who sits on that silver throne
Picking up the pieces of the jigsaw, as the debris
That was once called home

And its this castle particularly that has secrets to hide
Concealment trapped in its own kin lies, a traitor among us
Setting a trail of embers, as the phoenix does indeed emerge
Tornados of fire that clear the path through the conflict free
Leaving the travellers on the path aware in its wake
After making the resolute decision that these travellers make
Hearts heavy, they turn back towards home, knowing
That nobody in this time can pick up their mobile 'phones

By the ember that rises higher with the breeze
Bringing the traitor in question down to his knees
The travellers, warriors in their own making, stated
And created a warm fire bursting forth from the pit of their bellies
Wading through the wreckage and healing through the swelling

A pen that wields swords with magnimamous wit
That can parry as any warrior can with inspiration, tremendously lit
Will fire the hearts of many that read this through with warmth from above
That feeling which unites us is indeed called
Love

A mountain full of gold, just double it up but still won’t be enough for a man

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
“I don't think so” she quickly said out loud.
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
“I know but you're just saying that”.

What have I got to do or say to get you to take me seriously?
“Try being yourself once in a while, not someone you think I'll like”
I'll be whatever you want me to be!
“Exactly but that won't be you”.

It's been going on like this for months.
She wants me to be myself.
I want her to take me seriously.
It got to a point when she said “If you loved me you'd do it for me”.
I said “If you loved me you wouldn't ask”.

What exactly is love? It's something I've thought about over and over.
She thinks she has the answer.
“What is love then” I asked her?
“It's the yearnings you get when someone you love is away from you” she said determinedly.“The melting sensation when they kiss you and the feelings of hatred when you see them talking to another woman”.
“That's love? Well I get all those feelings as well” I offered.

“You're just saying that” she said.

Yes indeed, freedom it is,
to write a poem that is
But why do you have to be a prick?
Been here for a very long time
Hoarder as you are I've never seen one

You might feel the need to keep writing
Fine and dandy I would say
But if you're not selfish and inconsiderate
The rules we'd expect, you should respect

Oh I think you can feel and understand
This place is enjoyed by everyone
So if you keep doing what you want do
There's truly nothing that can stop you

So this comment I've posted for you
Doesn't weigh any merit or value
But if you have a heart and mind to know
You must refrain from giving us more blow.

God bless you
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Common sense we all have it. Without which our understanding of one another is impaired. Need I say more?
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Need I say more?

You know.
How you drop by,
throwing smiles.
A tickle of yearn.
With passion to burn.

Sometimes.
When you're gone,
out of my mind,
I'd surrender to forgetting and,
the memories stop fretting.

Every time.
Most not expected,
when we're disconnected,
you see what you're missing
with dreams that are blissing.

Repeatedly.
And I'd only just surrendered
to things I'd remembered.
Those times you arise,
then wave your goodbyes.

Only to return,
eternally.

I didn't mean for you to leave
And so my apologies
I only wanted you to heed the rules
And don't flood this place

I am aware you're so enthused
And that's a very good sign
But keep them in your journal
Then post it one at a time

I assume you didn't read the rules
And therefore you didn't know
Now that you get the point
You must come back and keep the show

I'm sure most of us were affected
But I'm the one who had the guts
To express it as it is so you would realize
Now I know I'm in the wrong and I apologize

I do reiterate most of us seek refuge
From the shadows of the dark
Poetry Corner is a safe place
And you should come right back

I pray