Best Allpoetry Poems
"The Fresh Blooding of a Sexton Grin"
Guns ...
are for p*ssies
you know, short for
pussilanimous plural
Words …
are sharper
more cutting
more lethal
clean
concise
quill slicing the lucid flow
you can taste the blood
as you turn them
twist them further in
with valour
war cry bitten
you drive them deeper in
you unsheathe love
as a hard win,
victorious, won
ink blooms
potent power from
your stellar wounds
darkened roads
shining home
lux vitae dei vox
Home ...
morning star
quod scripsi scripsi
turns the light on
to birth puissant
in the majestic
seat of third eye
commanding
the truest titulus
initials glowing
arriving on cloudy tomes
perilously igniting
new fiery caims
swallowing
ouroboros tales
hear the battle cry
you were built
to withstand the fall
to more mighty again rise
the gauntlet
now well
and truly thrown
something
more darkly formidable
than shady insult sown
sink your new teeth in
fresh biting warrior
I christen you Boadicea
blood cup possessed
razor mind in you conjuring
the tongues of hearts to speak
there is no escape
for in you, I am and
I will always live
crucifying
all the wasting yesterdays
with fresh blooded promissory notes
staking claims of assurance
in the terror firmer
here to stay
sharpening
words taken
from a stone
n'ere a flowery
verbose drip
wasted
salting
the new cuts
to feel something vital
smiling within
fresh blooding
the Sexton grin
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Come as You Are”/Nirvana
https://youtu.be/W2QeQ9ZufAk
“The Black Art”/Anne Sexton
https://allpoetry.com/The-Black-Art
“Her Kind”/Anne Sexton
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42560/her-kind
Sexton. noun
titulus. noun
Caim. noun
Sanctuary; An invisible circle of protection drawn around the body with the hand, to remind one of being safe and loved even in the darkest times.
"STRONG"
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/strong_1192970
LYRICS/"Come as You Are", Nirvana
https://genius.com/Nirvana-come-as-you-are-lyrics
this is inspired by a picture of a guy looking at a piece of bread with one candle
on it, http://allpoetry.com/amyrowsell
today would be our first wedding anniversary
but I lost her, a month ago
a guy was driving drunk and crossed the line
that night he took the life of mine
you think that they would learn
driving is a privilege you have to earn
I hate him for what he has done
he took away a mother from me and our young son
nobody wins when people drive drunk
insired by a picture from allpoetry.com/amyrowsell
What burns inside her?
what is that girl’s fire?
something that maybe he is not providing
is there something she is hiding?
is there something dark inside her
maybe what she sees is a blur
maybe she was scared for life
maybe she didn’t want to be his wife
maybe this girl needs help
maybe she needs something for herself
what is this girl’s fire
what is burning inside her?
my essence to nose as honey to tongue
purifying power moves you to One
rooted and decorated I stand atomic
down from seventh heaven cosmic
I’m tough, hardy, regarded as Old School
though ever-new coloured petals drool
milky sap as sacred unseen ambrosia
woven in fifth sheath, Atman’s kosha
Adamic my aquiline profile I breathe
connection memories, ascension eased
brain wave entrainment silent reviewed
time-space exquisite pure quarks exude
seraphic perfume as garden valance
invoking blissed emotion within balance
sanguine I worship, triggering transmutation
darkness to loosen my blossom’s salvation
pastel or bright in sunrise dewy morn
connecting to dynamo ancestors shorn
sighting me is intriguing immortality born
abide beneath my falling petals each dawn
sensations edenic across my butterflied
c e r e b e l l u m spied
my innocence your life awakening
earth minerals my satiating ~
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Placed : Third : Contest : Tree Personification
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27.9.25
GOLD AWARD POEM: Allpoetry: July 26
“It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt,
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills,
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.”
-J.R.R. Tolkien
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Place of Redemption is Darkness
unpetalling - - solace space unfolding
I sail drowsy dim seas without boat
or oars, conversing with walrus, whales
treading liquid tar silent, unseen
in distance a dog barks as I empty
bladder into ocean
underwater cables run fire
Darkness, Cloak of Protection
alchemy distilling gross, grime, goo
a thousand fingers unfelt sew broken
pieces of Life, loosen hooks, nooses
Angels of Death appear, wings
midnight blue, gathering loose threads
snapped nerves, false cues
I hear a night ‘plane flying passion
Here Crow visits sea darkly shining
untouching cast charming spells with
silent cymbals, unscathed holds sound
I covet cup of cold black coffee, unsmelt
swarthy, spilling on night waters —
hiding eels, oysters find their feeds
blankets have no feel, weave
unraveling, I perceive spindles
Coelacanth swim inquisitive incognito
individuated spirits shine poking
examine my tired flesh, as velvet
phantoms we attune to F o r e v e r
black cat runs sky, corrugated quarks
shatter moon smiles, its rock tumbling
rays on rippling nipples, navel upturned
circles spiral gene keys like piano notes
Place of Attunement is Darkness
no stagnation or pothole sidles, earthling placards, test tubes or empathy labels
shimmering umbra behind stars fall
dust upon midnight water smooth
gloom to-fro about unpaid karma
prison cell was scribbled with charcoal
I shout my name, nobody hears or cares
Humming, droning, buzzing black
holes beckon like blackboards with
light language — I recognise Cosmic
sound activating Heart, fall deeper into
b l a c k o u t __>>>
alpha kisses omega as breath leaves
returning in baby gurgles upon a
Bermuda Triangle ~ dog sniffs backyard
Darkness ignites laughter untasted
observing I pay Tolkien tribute, tinkling
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GOLD Placement Poem : Allpoetry
May 26 : Prompt :
What may you find in Darkness |
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HONORABLE WINNER POEM
Allpoetry June 26
Contest Prompt: Tactile
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we watch red petals on velvet couch fall
pistils are blood cells raw opened
falling on white cushion watching
grey feathers from parrot fly satin
mohair filaments shy shiver wet
eating figs we tactile break juicy
stroking —
knifed you one loaf for eight
near and far you are my star
crazed or tranquil polishing brass
fingers tactile over my belly
sailing oceans with oil spills floating
ship hull slip waters feeling cold
stroking —
fish dying as gills ooze dna crawling
king then peasant or poet, know it
I feel skin tactile eating figs sticky
weaving words regretting regression
how you escape depths, visceral mate
Persephone presses for ocean peaches
stroking —
slippery scales tactile move slimy
sailors breaking bread on a blue deck
forefingers stroke thumb touching nerves
I watch enthralled tactile oysters slipping
shore with pink shrimp crawl urging
cell membranes stretch, waves rippling
stroking —
lick it
tactile
tender
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HONORABLE AWARD POEM :
Allpoetry July 26
Prompt : Evanescence: Album Sanctuary
Song : Sanctuary
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[Intro]
Now is the time
awake to shine —
above and below together !
separation’s in smithereens
sky an expanse filled with dreams
no more distortions beaming
towers toppling, new earth asking
truth no masking —
[Verse 1]
Go into sanctuaries
solitude in limitless dark
building safe arks
inner strength uncrackled
virgin life unbuckled
[Pre-Chorus]
You are here touching
astral stroking
hush hushing
[Chorus]
We are our own sanctuaries
lies with hypocrisies no odyssey
let them walk skew paths
we make our own ark
[Verse 2]
Plumed serpents we moulted
watching for those who came
sanctified by our suffering
in darkness we were buffering
[Chorus]
We are our own sanctuaries
lies with hypocrisies no odyssey
let them walk skew paths
we make our own ark
[Bridge]
Over aeons we served the All
missions without constrictions
guided by seven rays alluding
now we are concluding
[Interlude]
Into sanctuaries we go
hush hushing
towers are toppling
solitude in limitless dark
coupling, no hustling
[Chorus]
We are our own sanctuaries
lies with hypocrisies no odyssey
let them walk skew paths
we make our own ark —-
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https://allpoetry.com/topic/show/269023028-Sonnet%201.%D0%A1%D0%BE%D0%BD%D0%B5%D1%82%201.
MOTHER NATURE
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Mother nature, dying!
I wish I was lying!
Pollution is killing, believe!
Both flora and fauna!
Sad, both will be gonna!
Unless we help nature succeed.
Recycle, yes, helpful.
Nature would be grateful,
if we started today; yes, please!
Governments must help too,
let us make sure they do!
We must make sure they don't deceive!
Some governments, greedy!
You have to believe me,
of nature, they haven't a care.
Fossil fuels abused,
deforestation used,
whilst leaving the countryside bare!
And all life will suffer,
the air, all life's buffer.
Oxygen for all fauna, yes us!
CO2 for flora!
No flora, all gonna
No fauna, we've all turned to dust
There could be a chance, one!
So let's start, get it done!
Recycle, recycle, do it!
Go all-electric cars,
or end, no life, like Mars!
So come on, yes you, you muppet!
Don't stand around thinking,
the planet is stinking!
You, in fact, all, we must unify!
Clean water for all life!
No wars, or hurt, or strife!
Stop pollution, let us all try!
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Rhyme: aabccb
In anapestic mode as perceived by Mary Boren Sullivan, aka Meter_Maid on Allpoetry.com.
A link to the guidelines:
http://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/bushballad-meter/
I would love some feedback please, on the format, (comments as normal).
Sitting on a shelf amid a thousand others
the spine, raggedy and hard to read
pulled it out---top, dust covered
I am drawn to it.
Old book
Written so long ago, the pages
seemed fragile in my hands
it wanted my attention,
I too want to know more
Book
First words—first page
“Never lose sight of who you are.”
tattered old pages knew me
this tome sought me out
Losing oneself
Life misplaced…how
husband gone to another
money never goes all the way around
alone, alone, alone, with silence
Losing myself
Turn to the end of the book
the last line—“You may lose the people you love,
you may lose the things you have,
but no matter what happens never lose yourself.”
Finding oneself
Do I know who I am?
when I was younger—I knew what I was fighting for
Llving for what I believed to be true
where did that person go?
Finding me
Name of the book
“Root Yourself in Reality”
author…Me
reminders to leave self-pity behind
Found
The person I once was---now, search inside
stop living in the past and in my imagination
the book has pages to be written.
now is the time
This is my book and my life
- See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11885372-My-Book-by-Carol-Davis#sthash.Ay9w7cew.dpuf
Three score and ten:
The seconds turn into minutes, then to hours.
The hours spin into days, then weeks will fly by.
The weeks then quickly dissolve into many months.
The months that fleet and fly by into such short years.
All our average compliment is three score and ten.
Whatever-more is a bonus that God grants us.
We must make good use of the time that is given
Be very careful not to squander away time.
The seconds turn into minutes, then to hours.
Treasure the short time, always making your life full.
Once time passes, we cannot recall it again.
All our average compliment is three score and ten.
Never idle away the precious time you have.
Life is so full of unforeseen circumstances.
Once time passes, we cannot recall it again.
Each one of us will make mistakes along the way.
If you fall, get up quickly, try and try again.
The seconds turn into minutes, then to hours.
The long road, actually is not so long at all.
Before you know it, you will have come to the end.
Life is so full of unforeseen circumstances.
The dreams of yesterday, all but a memory.
Time has gone by like the sands in an hour glass.
The weeks they quickly dissolve into many months.
Live and love and cherish it closely to your heart.
For love will surely live on, even though you're gone.
Before you know it, you will have come to the end.
Accomplish as much as you can, never look back.
Time is unforgiving and takes no prisoners.
The seconds turn into minutes, then hours.
The weeks then quickly dissolve into many months.
Remember to enjoy life and use it up well.
The months that fleet and fly by into such short years.
For love will surely live on, even though you're gone
Whatever-more is a bonus that God gives us.
Steven Beesley (c) 2005-11-21
This is my first attempt at writing a poem in the Hybridanelle form, if you notice any mistakes please do email me.
Hybridanelle:
A hybrid of the terzanelle and villanelle form that has been developed by Erin Thomas. A detailed definition can be seen at http://allpoetry.com/Column/1086828
The Little Heart
by layman on Nov 8, 2011. © Madhusoodanan Kizhakkepattiath, All rights reserved THE LITTLE HEART
A little, little girl
Looking very smart
Come, come, come
Dear little heart.
She is like a rosy rose
Dancing like a lovely plant
Come, come, come
Dear little heart.
Her voice is like a cuckoo bird’s,
Her speech is like a little parrot’s
Come, come, come
Dear little heart.
Her world is like a princess’ world,
Her parents, like a king and queen
Come, come, come
Dear little heart.
Though, her world is like a princess’ world
Her parents like a king and queen,
Dark, dark, dark,
Every ,every where.
MADHU PATTIATH
http://allpoetry.com/poem/9104741-The_Little_Heart-by-layman
The Innocent Culprits
by layman on Jan 25, 2012. © Madhusoodanan Kizhakkepattiath, All rights reserved
Except you and me,
Everyone slept in midnight.
O, lovely, Nolhivaram,
... what is left, me alone.
Vultures of universe,
Flying around,
Left a little,
for you and me.
The innocent children,
Mind tortured,
Roaring at me,
A taste of passion.
Me, a lover of thy beauty,
Never pinched a little,
In shadow lights.
Beauty of ocean,
Beautifies not,
The men of broken heart,
A lost paradise.
The roaring tides,
Blows at beach,
Never be happy,
In vultures peak.
The unknown beautiful,
To the known painful,
Does it in nets,
A little in seas.
The soldiers of seas,
Solitary in heights,
Webs their morrows,
In night's paradise.
A Little is left,
To me, a unknown,
By the heart of beauty,
With innocent culprits.
BY MADHU PATTIATH
http://allpoetry.com/poem/9313307-The_Innocent_Culprits-by-layman
http://allpoetry.com/poem/5389513
I wished that your last moments
were to be the best that you had saved for the last
you were barely old but the gold in you kept streaming
you liked to dress in suits like the gentleness that trailed before you
it would take a miracle to see your smile fade
but just as firm the monument so was the canon
I watched dad neel besides you
his feet afixed to the cemented floor
the door to the room slightly opened
my emty eyes creeping between the wooden fissures
a mute cry, a melting ice
you opened your mouth only that words had died long before
I could tell it was a goodbye entangled within the 'g' sounds
and I new that the time had come
the concrete roofs couldn't keep off the angel of death
who abreastly trailed unoticed
I ran to your death bed and hugged you
fulfiling your final wishes
and I felt your skin cold
- See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11769296-grandpas-last-wish-by-kizocarson#sthash.ADHdXPT2.P1iZ3aj6.dpuf
I cannot say how we'd have met
nor if we'd meet at all that day
except that in the creeping gray
of fall we'd speak of our regrets.
I cannot say upon first glance
what sable shadows would betray
nor how the pewter light might splay
that spelled the end of our romance.
I cannot say except to know
that while our eyes danced in ballet
on lapis lakes that tranquil lay
the way of flesh our love would go.
I'll never know what failed foray
we'd make to our love's sad decay.
This is a Refrained Sonnet("Italian Sonnet with a Twist"), a form invented by Lisa Morris, who posts on AllPoetry under the name, Streambed.