Resourceful - conjuring bulk from brain brew
Remorseful - predictable poetry, spirit sinking
Perception - radically alters the same view
Pareidolia - open gate self driven thinking
Eradicate - enclosure - thwart cliche profanity
Enigma - drifts in layers of conciousness
Hallucinate - haunts the bridge adjoining sanity
Hypothosise - solidify vapour responsiveness
Fabricate - concocted charade materialised
Fantasy - unreal ideas give desperate relief
Establish - beyond bounds to tantalise
Erroneous - concealed, reveals new belief
Rampant written critters eat readers' expectations
Sabre tooth tigers exude from woodgrain exuberantly
Thumping words stir rainbow disco illumination
With sage persuasion, topic prospers convincingly
Slices of vivid visuals leave consumer inflicted
Scenarios spring suddenly, scorch on impact
Rage and rapture entwine, rapid zig zag ballistic
Buffed poem friction, grazed reader attacked
Written: 29th July 2020
Submitted for Contest: Pareidolia Poem
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Categories:
attach, freedom, health, imagination, write,
Form: Rhyme
How do I align my thoughts of contort?
Seal this confused mind and it’s subconscious.
The corrosion of my heart will no longer allow me to attach to those I love.
Anxiety runs through my veins.
To you it’s a surprise, to me it’s internal pain.
I write to keep me sane.
In that moment it’s just a blur.
The cuddled letters at the end.
My signature.
Categories:
attach, anxiety, emotions, heartbroken,
Form: Rhyme
An innocent small girl is crying on the roadside
her face seems very candid and
expressions look naïve, but
nobody knows the cause of her sadness and
and no one can ever feel
the hidden wounds inside her heart
Why does she scream?
Why does she shed painful tears?
Her eyes are tired of crying and
her tears are frozen
today there is no one to wipe her tears
maybe she is missing her childhood
when she used to insist on Barbie Doll
holding the fingers of her mother
and holding the hand of the father
used to chase butterflies in the garden
Used to kiss the droplets of rain
while floating a paper boat in the pond
Will her days come back?
Listening to mother's lullaby at midnight
used to fly with the fairies in the blue sky
Maybe she is still crying
now her tears must be tired
she still is waiting for her parents to come
But she does not know that
her parents will never return
God has called them to heaven
because her parents, at the hands of cruel terrorism,
have been killed
in the Menchester Bomb Blast
on 22nd May 2017.
Let us pray that the soul of her parents
rest in piece!
(By Kishan Negi)
Categories:
attach, baby, child, death, humanity,
Form: Prose Poetry
One should not atach himself to material goods if he wishes the spiritual world to gain!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
18 August 2016
Categories:
attach, spiritual, world,
Form: Monoku
Don’t get closer so much,
Don’t attach too close;
Don’t give heart so much,
They pierce it, tear it apart,
before sever from you;
Don’t love anyone so much,
Don’t give your heart to none;
Wound will bleed, pain will hurt,
When you watch them play,
Kick, bounce and twirl your heart,
Treat you as their toy;
Flirt you when they want,
Use you as they want,
Discard you when are bored;
Don’t love so much non,
They see you weak;
Fools don’t know,
Cool quenches heat;
Flame blown out by h2o;
Love is cure, heals one's soul,
Love is ritual way to God;
They live in murky world,
Don’t know what is love;
Don’t get closer so much,
Don’t attach too close;
Categories:
attach, boyfriend, emotions, heartbreak, heartbroken,
Form: Prose Poetry
Like hot water running down my spine -
A new picture in the frame will feel good to be mine -
No ring's , No account's , No kid's -
Im not trying to hurt anyone but , just keep the top's
on the attach lid's -
My heart is only looking to help itself to some fun -
Broken hearts , lonely night's equal's relationship's ;
I've done -
I just want to feel myself sweat and hear myself call
a different name -
You're not ready to settle down so let's just stick
with what it is a game -
Good movie's , long laugh's , a nice meal that's all -
Holding each other unless away will be just a call -
Like hot water running down my spine -
Feels good to share with you what's mine -
Categories:
attach, happiness, water, water,
Form: Romanticism