Best Aimless Poems

Love and lust are poles apart.

Lust is chaos, love is art.
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She sits in the park. Her clothes are out of date.
Two children whine and bicker, tug her skirt.
A third draws aimless patterns in the dirt
Someone she loved once passed by – too late
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Once, at night, in the manor wood
My Love and I long silent stood,
Amazed that any heavens could
Decree to part us, bitterly repining.
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We may face onslaught and not survive
If no timely action is taken or efforts revived
Nature may not spare us for committed sin
We may have complete loss and situation no win
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The road will be taken, the right road
From the roads of roads of eternal twos
To cross a long way of even, uneven,
Zigzag, of fire, water; through rain,
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Beyond the great valley an odd instinctive rising
Begins to possess the ground, the flatness gathers
to little humps and
barrows, low aimless ridges,
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At the edge of the universe I live
Beyond the bend of Time.
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The east wind blows in the street to-day;
The sky is blue, yet the town looks grey.
'Tis the wind of ice, the wind of fire,
Of cold despair and of hot desire,
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At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time,
When you set your fancies free,
Will they pass to where--by death, fools think, imprisoned--
Low he lies who once so loved you, whom you loved so,
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Let us go hence: the night is now at hand;
The day is overworn, the birds all flown;
And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown;
Despair and death; deep darkness o'er the land,
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"Only a pound," said the auctioneer,
"Only a pound; and I'm standing here
Selling this animal, gain or loss --
Only a pound for the drover's horse?
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Everyone bow with respect and knowledge,
See the impact and mutely acknowledge,
Clear gain and scoring the edge,
For universal benefit we take pledge,
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Who killed whom?
How many died
our men; their men?
Crushed flesh and bones
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FOR certain minutes at the least
That crafty demon and that loud beast
That plague me day and night
Ran out of my sight;
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Silence again. The glorious symphony
Hath need of pause and interval of peace.
Some subtle signal bids all sweet sounds cease,
Save hum of insects' aimless industry.
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Oh, yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final end of ill,
To pangs of nature, sins of will,
Defects of doubt, and taints of blood;
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At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time,
When you set your fancies free,
Will they pass to where--by death, fools think, imprisoned--
Low he lies who once so loved you, whom you loved so,
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This ocean, humiliating in its disguises
Tougher than anything.
No one listens to poetry. The ocean
Does not mean to be listened to. A drop
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RESPONDEZ! Respondez!
(The war is completed--the price is paid--the title is settled beyond
recall;)
Let every one answer! let those who sleep be waked! let none evade!
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God had called us, and we came;
Our loved Earth to ashes left;
Heaven was a neighbor's house,
Open to us, bereft.
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Hey youngster, where do you scurry?
Why are you in such frivolous hurry?
Slow down your pace to look around
And enjoy the marvels that surround.
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Dispel the darkness frightful
in the prideful, hardened mind
feigning greedily to be kind...
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What, have I waked again? I never thought
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In languid surroundings
A sense of disconnect takes over
I sit in aimless complacency
Time floats away in blue sky.
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Long, long, long the trail
Through the brooding forest-gloom,
Down the shadowy, lonely vale
Into silence, like a room
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King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap
Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat
In hall at old Caerleon, the high doors
Were softly sundered, and through these a youth,
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Like a lone Arab, old and blind,
Some caravan had left behind,
Who sits beside a ruin'd well,
Where the shy sand-asps bask and swell;
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Once there was spring all around
With plants and blooms in shade and scent abound
Butterflies from here and there and places unseen
Flitted back and forth in colorful sheen
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I am considered as living dead
No desire to be assertive and in position to lead
I am moving in public and looked healthy
I am in strong position and considered wealthy too
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In my sudden fall
Tried to wake up
Standing with no light
Persona of the darkness delight
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Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him
Sore, that the song of the robin restrained him
Wrongly of slumber, rudely of rest.
"From the north, from the east, from the south and the west,
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How tall among her sisters, and how fair, --
How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair
As dawn, 'mid wrinkled Matres of old lands
Our youngest Alma Mater modest stands!
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The grandeur of deep afternoons,
The pomp of haze on marble hills,
Where every white-walled villa swoons
Through violence that heat fulfills,
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A DOWN the west a golden glow
Sinks burning in the sea,
And all the dreams of long ago
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Hadst thou a ship, in whose vast hold lay stored
The priceless riches of all climes and lands,
Say, woudst thou let it float upon the seas
Unpiloted, of fickle winds the sport,
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(Suggested by some of the Proceedings of the Society for Psychical Research)


Not with vain tears, when we’re beyond the sun,
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Aimless mind slap bang
Coated out to spring
Dressed up, bear body hiding
Set out the old road along
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I know a most uncommon man
Who now must stand alone.
The way he chose to walk life's span,
Our group would not condone.
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A captive to stark loneliness
He had only dark shadows for company
Wandering aimless from place to place
with the burden of years on his back
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At the open door of the room I stand and look at the night,
Hold my hand to catch the raindrops, that slant into sight,
Arriving grey from the darkness above suddenly into the light of the room.
I will escape from the hollow room, the box of light,
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I wanted the gold, and I sought it,
I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
Was it famine or scurvy -- I fought it;
I hurled my youth into a grave.
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forever young in my heart and always numb in my brain
im always wearing youth on my sleeve
hoping 1 day i can get this numbness and strain to leave
as never ending passion burns throughout my soul
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Pile the pyre, light the fire-there is fuel enough and to spare;
You have fire enough and to spare with your madness and gladness;
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Strong Son of God, immortal Love,
Whom we, that have not seen thy face,
By faith, and faith alone, embrace,
Believing where we cannot prove;
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I am finished, but you live on.
And the wind, crying and moaning,
rocks the house and the clearing,
not each pine alone,
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AEons ago ye were,
Before the struggling changeful race of man
Wrought into being, ere the tragic stir
Of human toil and deep desire began:
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One bitter time of mourning, I remember,
When day, and night, my sad heart did complain,
My life, I said, was one cold, bleak December,
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On the morning of May,
Ere the children had entered my gate
With their wreaths and mechanical lay,
A metal ding-dong of the date!
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(To Sylvia.)


My Love, my Love, it was a day in June,
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A Fragment

Part I
There was a youth, who, as with toil and travel,
Had grown quite weak and gray before his time;
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When I was a King and a Mason - a Master proven and skilled -
I cleared me ground for a Palace such as a King should build.
I decreed and dug down to my levels. Presently, under the silt,
I came on the wreck of a Palace such as a King had built.
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The coast-road was being straightened and repaired again,
A group of men labored at the steep curve
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WINTER is past; the heart of Nature warms
Beneath the wrecks of unresisted storms;
Doubtful at first, suspected more than seen,
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AH, here it is! the sliding rail
That marks the old remembered spot,--
The gap that struck our school-boy trail,--
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We Welcome You (In Hexametre)

O New Year, may I request you to throw some light
On why you always sneak in at the hour of midnight?
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Proem

‘Many speak wisely, some inerrably:
Witness the beast who talk'd that should have bray'd,
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Rouse ye! torpid daylight-dreamers, cast your carking cares away!
As calm air to troubled water, so my night is to your day;
All the dreary day you labour, groping after common sense,
And your eyes ye will not open on the night's magnificence.
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Stand still, my soul, in the silent dark
I would question thee,
Alone in the shadow drear and stark
With God and me!
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I am no more but you live on,
And the wind, whining and complaining,
Is shaking house and forest, straining
Not single fir trees one by one
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Immeasurable haze:
The desert valley spreads
Up golden river-beds
As if in other days.
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Later, the day transformed
Into barren core of
A pillaged bloom,
Its luminous petals
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When sleep eludes me at night
And my mind floats aimless
Like a sail boat idle on the sea
When on my bed I lie staring vacant
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'Tis long since, long since, since I heard
A tin-whistle played,
And heard the tunes, the ha'penny tunes
That nobody made!
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Let me move slowly through the street,
Filled with an ever-shifting train,
Amid the sound of steps that beat
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As the sun moves to the western horizon
Colours are skilfully blended in a palette
In an instant the sky becomes an exquisite canvas of art
Making even Van Gogh burn in jealousy
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ENGLAND
We lead the blind by voice and hand,
And not by light they cannot see;
We are not framed to understand
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I

How sweet on sunny afternoons,
For those who journey light and well,
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Nursing my secret longings
I lie awake in the wee hours of the night
Mind restless, like a caged bird craving redemption
My thoughts journeying through time and space
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After years of aimless wanderings
Leaving behind the cities of midnight revels
And the fevered journey in metro rails,
I am back at the land of my people.
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Silence again. The glorious symphony
Hath need of pause and interval of peace.
Some subtle signal bids all sweet sounds cease,
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“I SPEAK TO THEE OF LIGHT”

The Master spoke…
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There was a sound in the wind to-day,
Like a joyous cymbal ringing!
And the leaves of the trees talked with the breeze,
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Ye mountains, on whose torrent-furrowed slopes,
And bare and silent brows uplift to heaven,
I envied oft the soul which fills your wastes
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You run away from me as a fawn does, Chloë,
searching the trackless hills for its frightened mother,
not without aimless terror
of the pathless winds, and the woods.
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'T is when the lark goes soaring
And the bee is at the bud,
When lightly dancing zephyrs
Sing over field and flood;
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Sweet empty sky of June without a stain,
Faint, gray-blue dewy mists on far-off hills,
Warm, yellow sunlight flooding mead and plain,
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I'll soon be gone, quite alone
And quietly, taking none of you along
On this aimless journey. Useless
To insist, I must leave you all behind.
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A gay young knight in Burley stood,
Beside him pawed his steed so good,
His hands he wrung as he were wood
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With wandering eyes and aimless zeal,
She hither, thither, goes;
Her speech, her motions, all reveal
A mind without repose.
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Yellow leaves, how fast they flutter—woodland hollows thickly strewing,
Where the wan October sunbeams scantly in the mid-day win,
While the dim gray clouds are drifting, and in saddened hues imbuing
All without and all within!
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Absent.

We sat on on grassy slopes that meet
With sudden dip the level strand;
The trees hung overhead—our feet
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I’m in the days’ embracing limits,
Where even skies are ever gray,
Look through the ages, live in minutes,
And wait for Holy Saturday;
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Young laughters, and my music! Aye till now
The voice can reach no blending minors near;
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Like the silent burn of my lit cigarette,
Growing ever so bright, fueled by its own death,
She was there waiting for whom, I know not
Like the fumes of my lit cigarette,
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No jokes

No jokes, no jokes please
But only release
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I

We cannot choose our sorrows. One there was
Who, reverent of soul, and strong with trust,
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I have a crazy feeling that makes me build a dream. I came to this world with a goal and I will not leave without fulfilling it…………….Elo M.Rivera

Build a dream
Friday,29th March 2019
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At men's heart where your
arrow hits, Is aimless catch
only pain emerges
Neither demands are honoured
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Oh worst of years, by what signs shall we know
So dire an advent? Let thy New-Year's-day
Be night. At the east gate let the sun lay
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In the tents of Akbar
Are dole and grief to-day,
For the flower of all the Indies
Has gone the silent way.
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Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun,
We'll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread
Those dusty high-roads of the aimless dead
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On he goes, the little one,
Bud of the universe,
Pediment of life.
Setting off somewhere, apparently.
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The Landgrave Hermann held a gathering
Of minstrels, minnesingers, troubadours,
At Wartburg in his palace, and the knight,
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Subtle, soft, and slowly spoken
Fragmentary, burned, and broken
Overtures but covert tokens
Aimless words adrift at sea
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We do not grasp ourselves, but still drift on
As aimless as a mote in the warm air,
Whose senses take the sweetness of the time,
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I have traveled down the road of many vices,
I have traveled down the road of fractured dreams,
I have traveled down the roads of lovers leaving,
and I have traveled down those roads enough, it seems.
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I.
The voices of my home!-I hear them still!
They have been with me through the dreamy night-
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From the blue, widest sea to
the deep dense woods wrapping
the dark shadows, travelled i
and travelled for an uncounted years.
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Conjoining back to back, staying on the moustache. The blind's nasal cascades, are crystal transparent.

Those who'll hate, burn in the hell. And you should further tell. Raised from milk, raised from butter. The blind's nasal cascades, are crystal transparent.
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