Asphyxiating Poems | Examples

Cosmos

Within the hazy clouds of the cosmos,
Amongst the glint of boiling stars and asphyxiating dust,
Where phantasmal realms dance with bleak reality,
Lie the foundations of new life in the universe’s incubator.
Specks of calcium cling to asteroids bound for distant galaxies,
While water vapour forms crystals upon comets,
Hurling hope toward unknown planets.
Birth, death, and rebirth happen within the fractals of a second,
All while humanity spills precious blood contemplating existence.

D Y S T O P I A

[Perhaps this is apart of my twisted delusions? Oh, mundane, antithetical, to dream of a median--a deranged, psychotic thought.]
[“I ponder the chains of order; perpetually asphyxiating a ‘disobedience’. Why, why we need of persecuting the good?”]
[Malice subsumes those who yet to temper, and sorrow enshrouds those refined. Crux, crux, I call to, whom ignore my solemn cries.]
[“A fate of malevolence albeit conduct--oh, love, abhor, equity seldom be attained.“]
[Is it merely viable?]
[“Or am I just simply insensate?”]
[Ah, break me free of the binding chains-- one of rectitude, the other loathe, as if there’s no point in between.]
[“Told of finding peace, tempted to defile, disequilibrium.”] 
[Why serenity remain beyond touch?]
[“Is it plausible to grasp?”]

A fate of dystopia.

Dance with Delusions

Dancing with delusions, sparks of hellfire
Course through my lugubrious quill pen.
Distorted words igniting fear,
Anxiety fills crevices,
Encircling, silencing,
Asphyxiating.
Walls closing in,
Compressing.
Hope fades,
Doom.
Dread
Runs cold.
Veins poisoned,
Sanity slips
Unmercifully.
The angels are mimicked.
Light dimming, darkness descends
As demons mingle with the dead.
Apocalyptic skies crack open
To wash away all that you held sacred.

Royal Ocelot Island

    Raft branch buoyed in canopy crossroad 
    Ocelot pillow paws rail rainforest rotunda 
    Yataghan claws trail trunk, track cathode
    Assailant arouse pounces, stiff tail rudder
    Lithe, while night looms, lightspeed silent


    Ogling exotic shores - she yanks anchor
    Centipede nimble Queen needs her tiara 
    Evermore adorned, baubles bean arabica 
    Lustrous pearl dozes on dark décolletage
    Opulent moon mother of tides, sly tyrant
    Tortures subordinates to claim her island
  

    Iridescent iris treasure hunt sailor ocelot 
    Spotted sea captain keeps snake for halo
    Lapis lazuli exclusively steers royal yacht
    Asphyxiating prey, Casper crouch lay low
    Navigating her way to throne, puss pirate 
    Drapes cashmere ears in conquest crown




         Nautical Nineteenth November

Ambush Hunter

Ambush Hunter

Raining, periodic glimpses
of eyes glinting, stripes disclosing
a tiger prowling through the forest:
peering, listening, smelling,
drooling, stalking, circling, pausing.

Thunder, lightning revealing
the tiger slinking in the tall grass;
crouching, recoiling, springing;
exposing the big cat running,
prey seeing, panicking, fleeing.

Panoramic vision flashing,
tiger leaping, clawing, biting;
animal stumbling, tumbling,
asphyxiating, dying;
tiger tearing, licking, eating.

Her Last Breaths

Asphyxiating one breath at a time
Oxygen levels not worth a dime
Gasping for breath
A step closer to death
We will soon hear her funeral bells chime

Halloween Clown

I seldom have bad dreams, just silly ones,
but I had chilling nightmares as a child.
The one that comes to mind most frequently
involves a clown and Halloween gone wild.

My friends went their way. I was walking home
from trick-or-treating when, just to my right,
I caught a glimpse of orange in the woods
and heard a wicked laugh. I screamed with fright.

I took off running. Then, to my dismay,
a giant clown with orange hair appeared.
It growled, “I will be back”—and it was gone.
Those words comprised the promise I most feared.

That night I dreamed the clown was in my room
asphyxiating me. I couldn’t scream.
Were bruises on my neck and orange hairs
left on my bed proof of a lively dream?






October 9, 2021
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Flatulent Fannie

Fannie Strumpet is a flatulent floozy
With each wiggle her rump lets out a doozy
She blows out so much gas
Foul vapor from her a$$
It's asphyxiating and makes me woozy

Fannie lets 'em rip without hesitation
When I point a finger in accusation
She points hers back at me
and laughs saying, "Phew Wee!"
I'm tempted to enact strangulation

I threatened to have the woman arrested 
Indecently walking around bare breasted
She farted in my face
Through her panties of lace
I think I was infected and molested

One night Fannie was with a man she'd just met
When she tooted he left, much to her regret
Rectal fumes exploded
He screamed, "You're corroded!"
Her tail expels toxins like a gas jet

Fannie saw a doctor of proctology
She farted without making an apology
She disgusted him so
He said, "Madame, just go.
You're a noxious threat to world ecology!"

I don't fear being assaulted by her smut
She was sued; the case was open and shut
The streets no longer stink
Cuz Fannie's in the clink
For hiding lethal weapons in her butt



October 1, 2021
May the Gas Be With You-Farts Part 2 Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke

The Scatheless Soul

Unseen but ubiquitous,
Savage and surreal,
If not curated but contagious,
Annihilative and aerial,

Then lurking, now loose,
You are the silent stone sepulchre,
Tangling, tormenting; transient truce,
An asphyxiating, aggravating and apocalyptic aperture,

You might among countless thriving throng induce fear,
Cause bountiful bouts of darkness and despair,
You might perhaps possess lives of mankind in multitudes,
Cripple economies and ravage revenues.

Say, can you cease the blowing of wildly winds?
Say, can you banish a bridal blush or a child’s caprice?
Say, can you hold the hanker of a koel for its lilting lyrics, while it sings?
Say, can you shackle the Sun, or rob its rays with your bitter malice?

You are nothing but an atomic annihilator, a sombre spree,
In vain you strive to rule over our spirits free,
We would surmount all sufferings and decimate your derisive decree.

Saptarshi Mukherjee

Thoughts of An Anorexic

A name i detest to be called.
My chest compresses as i travel back in time,
An asphyxiating guilt, back then so conscious,
Each day I was chained to hatred.

Memories draw in, of me bawling over my weight,
Arms crossed across , wishing for a sweet escape
Goals and dreams I had surrendered all,
In the battle with those tormenting ghouls.

As I plunged myself into vicious thoughts,
Consequences were weighed upon my tired soul,
Being abandoned to a fate so broken,
Surviving wasn't living, I accepted this token
So now a tattered picture is all I see...

Never nor ever was I bargaining for sympathy,
A mental struggle that had forced me to be,
To recover, perhaps was the only chance,
To fill my cup of despicable emptiness,
Up to its brim, overflowing with fulfillment.

Listless Gaze

transfixed
I stumble down
shifting halls of
my angst my
distress
a cold stale breath
stagnates and permeates
its doom
onto my essence.

beguiled
I entomb myself
in the moment
asphyxiating
flailing
clawing
grasping for
desperately
disintegrating walls.

abdicated
I capitulate to
the lair
that cold cavity
pit of dread
that
pool of tears
where my devotion
thrashes plangently.

interred
in the filth
of want
of need
of putrefying wonder
entombed within
every pore
every inch
of my desolation.

moribund
I turn to stone
my listless gaze
fixated ruefully
on the luminance
the far distant
light
where steadfast
dim hope resides.

A Dying Wish

Mr. Policeman:
I, Georgie beg of thee ... 
may I pull my neck out
from underneath your knee

Dear, Mama:
I have a nervous boy Floyd feeling
something fatal
is ‘bout to happen to me

Mr. Policeman:
Badge rudely, you trigger temper ask
how do me premonition know
of a fearful, teary future gravely cast

I see a [s]mothering vision
asphyxiating me

And I’m all choked up,
crying fetal prone feebly:
“ I can’t breathe!” 
“ I can’t breathe”
“ I can’t breathe”

Mr. Policeman:
Tho’ your blue mercy 
leaves me 
inhalation hope empty

I, Georgie beg of thee ... 
please let me whisper goodbye
to my deceased mother
with premature burial grief

Death-Strong Awakens

Death-strong! This scourge asphyxiating Earth;
Graves, flames, requiems and urns, these rites in dearth,
Corpses as sheaves, scythe trails bloodless casualties;
Time knells the toll and grimly mocks to pleas,
Shame born in guise of chaos for strong no more –
These pillars and halls until there be cure,
Lock-down! Proximity - The arch-enemy,
Scorn plays plaque, splitting lives in society.
Yet life now shows that all was a facade,
The fateful are as scared as the ill clad.
Caustic we as a cataclysmic raze -
Wrought warfare into love for human race,
Togetherness awakens the teeming throng,
Seven billion plus, we cannot be wrong.

Oblivion's Obituary Mty

…the greatest poet who ever lived
…our Lord Jesus Christ

Wishes that wash upon the shallow shore,
Lacrimal lesions of the holographic whore…
Tectonic temptations, the lava shall pour,
Unleashing emotions, entombed we gore.

Mangled monuments of ruins regurgitate,
Surfacing megalomania of demons dominate…
Demonic destruction encroaches to infiltrate,
Demigods of desire will position to penetrate.

Distant horizons dissipating within plain sight,
Frigid frustrations amidst fore playing frostbite…
Detestation distortions of Hell’s agape appetite,
Antagonizing warring Angels take feverous flight.

Falling into oblivion within the blink of an eye,
Idempotent illusions making macabre to justify…
But there stands one soul, whose words do magnify,
Their love spreading thru asphyxiating air to clarify.



...background music by 'The Metal Heroes'
A tool tribute band... copy of 'Sinkfist'
Using a male virtual voiceover



June.24.2019
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Absence of Control

Oh Drugs,
it's been lovely
it's been lonely
it's been a ride 

but i'll never get better
with you by my side 
I'll never get better 
I know cause I've tried

Oh Drugs 
It's  been emotional 
it's been tough 
and i'm tired
 
but it's never enough
you're my only desire 
it's never enough 
I need to get higher
it's never enough 
and your grip just gets tighter

Oh Drugs
i'm falling deep 
I over think 
i'm sinking low

Oh Drugs,
i'm falling fast 
in frozen time 
and dying slow

Oh Drugs, 
I have succumbed 
for you I'm weak
I love you so

suffering in silence 
eyes without a soul

Oh Drugs, 
It's been comforting 
in un-comforting ways
but till death do us part
asphyxiating in your haze 
you took all that I've got 
and you numbered my days
it's no longer any fun 
I need your poison in my veins

Oh Drugs
how we dance 
with the death so divine 
your empty cold nothing 
sends shivers down my spine
in your poisonous web 
I have become intertwined 
I'm just  living to exist 
and existing just to die

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