Best Acidity Poems
ODE TO THE HYDRANGEA
Misunderstood little Mophead,
They call her ‘Changing Rose’,
Her colour comes from the soil
And the acidity in which she grows.
Chorus: Water in her name,
Water in her veins.
Blue Azorean stranger,
Nothing rhymes with Hydrangea.
Graceful in the half-sun,
She turns pink with added lime.
At home in the Himalayas,
Found globally over time.
Water in her name,
Water in her veins.
Blue Azorean stranger,
Nothing rhymes with Hydrangea.
Not a flower but a shrub,
Grandiflora and Annabelle
Splash their petals radiant,
A most hardy perennial.
Water in her name,
Water in her veins.
Blue Azorean stranger,
Nothing rhymes with Hydrangea.
Categories:
acidity, flower,
Form:
Ode
With a silence that cut through the laughter
She entered the room, bitterness
Edged around her features, portraying
Cruelty with an unfeeling sword of darkest
Gloom, dread so dismal it feels, almost,
Like grief sinking into the bones
Sullenness coughing up phlegm that rots
In the heart, the soul, the mind
Where there is a penetrating hostility
Her eyes glared at the laughing children
Echoed cynicism through the air
Like a poison dart piercing the heart
Her hatred tasted of a sourness
Only the very truthful could attest to
She was hard and her icy stares forced lovers
To pull away from one another, chastised
By the coldness that left chills on the mind
Resentment fell from her pores, sweating acidity
Imploring hope to be cast aside for disaster
Calamity so dreadful it was as fatal as a stab wound
A trepidation so repulsive with its awfulness
It feels like being in a nightmare,
Terrifying
When she looked at me, though…
I saw through the cool, calculating gaze
Into the heart where there had once lived
A child of five, all giggles and smiles
Alive with the joy of silliness, …
I saw, beneath the ice in the veins
The warmth of a heart who was living
… with excruciating pain
Pick-A-Title, Vol 30 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
1.) Ice In the Veins
April 24, 2022
Categories:
acidity, anger, angst, anxiety, dark,
Form:
Free verse
Wasn't meant to be mine...
Or yours, or his
There was none to give
Foolishly longing for what I'd never...
you'd never... we would never be
How so vibrant yet empty?
Compassionate, heartless, evil angel
A lovely contradiction...so beautifully vile
Charismatic killjoy, a selfish philanthropist
A gripping lesson in bittersweet taste test...
This vintage is superb...a velvet mouth feel
Supple body...long legs...sweet kurant and spice on the front
But then tannins tartly dry the tongue
Robbing moisture with overpowering acidity
Dropping my glass, cursing the Vintner...
That I knew and wanted, leaves me a fool
Masochisticly chasing a trail of footprints
...Dissipating as the tide washed away any trace
She walked backwards inviting with a curled finger
wicked smile daring my passion,
tempting my attraction
I knew this game, vaguely familiar
Couldn't place the relevance in my memory
And still I followed....as my footprints vanished behind me
With that girl following them hurt and confused...
Categories:
acidity, love, natural disasters, passionlonging,
Form:
Free verse
To Carol’s pumpkin patch I did go
With my little red wagon behind in tow
A fifty pound one I would use for show
Through teeth and eyes an eerie light would glow
To my surprise as I did a double take
First impressions were thoughts that they were fake
“White pumpkins!” I felt to see if I were awake
“White pumpkins!” Oh give me a break
Acidity in her soil Carol said of her spoil
Of such the flush of pumpkins were soiled
Funny feeling I had of maybe getting oiled
Pumpkins bleached white as though they had been boiled
Spoiled, soiled and oiled and maybe even broiled
By a promise, of free pumpkin, I am so embroiled
A sucker for free stuff, so rub me also with palm oil
It is Halloween, so I must assume this spoil
A golden pumpkin delight is white of spite
In acidity soil, echoes my usual plight,
something doesn’t seem well for day is not night
Though with my pumpkin white, I split the site
In honor of Carol Brown
And Contest
Categories:
acidity, funny, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Wild blueberries taste
beyond the pale
of domestic cultivars,
sweetness cut by granite acidity
underlain by the spice
of marginal existence.
A blueberry’s destiny
is realized through consumption.
I satisfy as many as I can
to deposit their future
a couple portages down
tomorrow.
An older poem recycled as it fit's Roy's contest to a "P"
Categories:
acidity, nature,
Form:
Free verse
N otice me when I am in a mood to
E valuate my every move!
V oice your opinion to
E scape the wrongdoing.
R eality is never given to you.
A nswers are forthcoming when you are proactive.
L itmus the acidity of recourse and the
W iser you will become.
A bsolute your environment to factive and
Y our essence is known.
S earch always the tractive shown.
S ort a basis of emotions to the depth of despair.
O rder everyone to treat each other fairly.
M ix up is disallowed.
E ffort illuminates good-well profound.
I ntense are your sentiments to unity
M agnified by your desire to be free and not just
E nthusiasms seen.
S ometimes are not a part of equanimity.
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Written 02/08/2016 in two forms Free Verse & Acrostic!
Categories:
acidity, wisdom, words,
Form:
Acrostic
Mindfulness
Mindfulness is being in the moment, with the past
A dim memorial and the future ripe anticipation;
Without investment of self in uncertainty and “when I…”,
Just living life in the now.
I read the book of recipes and am drawn
Into its world of pungency, lost in imagined tastes;
And I linger at this altar of sensual delight,
And am mindful.
A glass of Riesling sits close by, cold, crisp,
With subtle oiliness hinting at future promise;
Its acidity bites at my tongue as I imagine
Lemons in Greece might do.
Fragrant prose makes my nose twitch, as though some
Herb, roughly chopped to embrace the warmth of spice,
Is thrown into the bubbling pot to lure the hungry,
And I think of you.
The spell of the moment is broken by your
Presence, uninvited and unwanted but irresistible,
An imagining, without form, that brings emptiness, longing,
The elements of grief.
Why do you do this, Madame, why do you
Not leave me to be at peace with my present?
Why do you intrude, when you have been silent
This long while?
I want to be with you, or rid of you;
There is no compromise, I cannot be an acquaintance;
There is no possibility of a hint of love, like
A hint of chilli.
I imagine inside your mind, where I have no
Place, no presence; I am forgotten, like a withered
Posy, whose scent is as dust and adds nothing
To our pleasure.
And I live in this moment, dissolved in
My emotions, swept up in thinking, and wonder
When it will end and you no longer disturb
My present.
The ascetic monk reminds me of the impermanence
Of all things, and the unhealthy possession you have
Of my thoughts and feelings, putting my happiness
at your command.
Miserere mei: soaring notes wash my mind clean, no
Thoughts or emotions can find space in this reverberant
Cathedral of penitence; transient music that lives forever,
Unlike that pure treble.
I am again mindful and you slip behind the
Curtain of music, an actor quitting the stage,
Your speech done, the plot carried forward
To its end.
Categories:
acidity, absence, betrayal, break up,
Form:
Blank verse
Goodness lives.
G amble you don't with emotions,
O dium is like a venom in motion,
O n the wane welcoming hospitality,
D esultory are ties today in its acidity,
N o,the one in pink is good,
E very look says she is class,dude,
S he has money,fame,trade,
S he has a style with braids
L ook,the other has simplicity,less money,
I ronic judgement don't make her less brainy,
V ery ernestly she performs ensured talent to swirl,
E nslaved to the decor is the world,
S leazy decisions are formed mostly in this world.
P.S-An Acrostic with aa,bb..rhyme scheme.
Contest:Message in an Acrostic.
Sponsor:Kim Rodrigues.
19/1/2016
Categories:
acidity, emotions, environment, hope, world,
Form:
Acrostic
Wtf is sex w/o communication
I mean I wish I could meet a shawty and have sex with no hesitation.
But the s**t don’t work for me you see.
I like it the way I see it done on the tv.
I talk to her she talk to me and we engage in each other actively.
Not knowing who I’m dealing with makes me go about this passively.
I mean, physicality always there but with the lack of verbal validity,
It makes my stomach turn as if I ate foods with too much acidity.
Bringing forth these questions and concerns is a quick way to get rid of me.
Rid; myself of these thoughts of what I didn’t do vs what I did.
They're pointless because I only act in according to the pyramid.
Or triangle.
Body, spirit, mind.
Without two of the three, you’ll surely be left behind
Yes, you can bet you’ll certainly be out of my mind,
And out of sight.
But if you change your mind,
Let me tell what’s going down tonight.
I know you into me but I’m trynna know the inner you,
Before I take this pleasure package out and deliver it into you,
It start making you wobbly,
No mortal kombat but your body saying to finish you,
And I’ll do just that my dear,
Like scorpion said “get over here”,
As I grab you by the waste,
I look into your face,
And I see you gasping for air and dropping a tear as I pull you near.
Ain’t no doubt It’s beautiful love making that we doing here.
Categories:
acidity, appreciation, black african american,
Form:
Rhyme
Once was drinking Gelusil
A liquid that aids digestion, effervescent in acidity
Suddenly some amount spilt on the floor unnoticed
A colony of black ants scurried up to lap the pink river
All of them drank it full fledged to their hearts content
And submerged into a pool of relief and pacification
From Burping, Nausea and Gastro Esophagus Reflex Disease
No more complaints and visits to the family doctor now
So from then, intentionally spread Gelusil after meals
To give a piece of serenity to my infinitesimal black pals.
WRITTEN FOR THE MEMBER CONTEST
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SPONSORED BY LISA COOPER AND DARK POETESS
Categories:
acidity, funny,
Form:
Free verse
Fueled by
a schizoid frenzy
in an
angers intensity
and
loves acidity
Sparked by
a passions blazing
in an
array of crayons
and
blank faced canvas
Ignited by
a lovers raging
in an
unleashing of scribbling
and
vivid colors releasing
Fired by
a wild appeasing
in an
mind blowing flow
and
caught up in throws
Cooled by
an abstract messiness
in an
anger well spent
and
into the closet
This Scribbled Face Went!
Categories:
acidity, anger, art,
Form:
Free verse
A nice little horse story to tell to the beetles and cakes.
What if the rotating square meet the sides of a spinning circle? Well a dance, a spin and a sparkly front facing flip out from the watching triangles. Triangles are good gymnasts and also very proficient swimmers too. The length of a log is the length of a pool. And a shimmering hexagon is quite exquisitely placed upon a scented pillow. Wave no wearing prismatic mineral containing aluminum and acidity regulators would prong the air with a glow stick bought from a shop of equal price. Process plays process paying parsonages pleasing pickled people. And a nice metre of gold dust to rise and tickle the air from a sheet. Great. No ha no x no z. Just reading rhino reviews. Statiturisation at twenty one iron ore lolly pops to twelve cones of coal.
Categories:
acidity, beauty, horse,
Form:
DNA - you misspelled my destiny
Block after building block
Destroyed with your sour acidity
Tried to redefine my black
DNA – in my human footprint
You left a lasting impression
With this uncertain genotype
Designed my unnatural selection
DNA – you spilled my humanity
Into mud like a blood clot on my skin
I leave my fingerprint like artistry
By redesigning you with my brain
DNA – so you’re the source of life?!
But you are not God, that’s just lies
He’s a not a gene you can map,
But on your juices a virus preys
Categories:
acidity, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
It is as if their odds were divided by zero,
The chances of me being “normal” are quite… impossible.
Look at me from different angles
And beware of my varied sides,
I cannot comprehend life’s matters unless they’ve got a
Study - guide.
I am not cold-blooded! I am not alone!
This knowledge digs into my tissues and my bones.
My body is bound to free-fall.
But I will not step into my sepulcher until I…
Experiment it all!
Papers! Papers!
Nothing compares to the smell of a successful experiment’s
Florid vapor.
It is the scent of home.
I know it all! Ah yes! I know it all!
These books shall not elude my hands
Until I wear that pall!
I draw my exes and find answers for my whys.
I can calculate the increasing velocity
Of people’s lies.
I make the irrational seem rational and
My feelings might be fractional.
But what good could love offer me?
It does not value my “signs” or even solve my functions.
It does not re-collect the atoms of my being… It is not a junction!
What good could friends offer me?
They do not give me “pies” or even certainty!
Some wish to decrease my acidity…
Bases!
Ignorant faces!
Equilibrium paces!
Action-reaction cases!
If only someone could lessen my “concentration”
Then perhaps I shall become dilute,
For I am nothing but an unwanted residue…
I am nothing but a science brute.
Categories:
acidity, depression, educationme, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Skylights warn and warm where acorns drip. The slight angle of acidity in the air can be measured accurately with a ruler or the nib of a ball point pen. Ball point pens are not really balls or points for they are pens and pens are prints, paint, and form occasional prisms in a paper whorl of scribbled ink. Of every hue. Fine and finer. And details outlying the plans are interrupted by a sixteen ton coffee cup whose snores cause vibrations then the liquid seeps over the edges and lands upon the written words causing much smudge marks. Suited earwig headed man with round glasses is not amused. Most perturbed to be exact. All night he had spent revising and crossing the t's and dotting the I's. And now it was indeed a rather sad scrawl of blur. Oh dear. Picking up the pen he walked over to the papers and spoke loudly in order to wake the cup. The cup was startled. What had it done? "you were snoring" shouted the earwig head. "you have spilt liquid onto my work. MY work is thus destroyed." To which the coffee cup gave a nonchalant look and folded his arm handles. Great thought the man. But wait are not those pieces of building blocks left from the babies ball banquet. Great they are. I can make a little model of what I composed on print. He began work immediately. Five seconds of sleep. Wow. Always astonishing how a window cloth can gather a stronghold over smears. The model began to take shape. It would be ready for the board soon. Remarkable. The thick pieces of plastic were soon assembled into formation. Overseen by a paperweight swan which glided around the desk hissing at the cup. And later the widow spiders would wave, the whales would walk, the wallpaper would wink and all the grounds would begin singing operatic arias and clouded liquids would clear the residue of a fallen road kill of a suitcase. Suitcases can look quite messy of left at the side of a road. Especially when they are run over. Splattered. The nylon wire in the air is humming today but isnt in tune with the birds. Ha the sentinels are sweeping the little play tent. Ha ha the paleontologist is playing with a patented patterned platypus. Xxxxx multicolumns z z z z z with a twist of a dormant doorman dormouse standing at over three thousand feet in a stable. Ok then. Interplanetary. Z.
Categories:
acidity, age, angel,
Form: