Best Aortic Poems
Albert Einstein
His teachers thought his abilities limited,
But his genius went down in history,
And his brain, after death, was exhibited.
Albert Einstein
Born: March 14,1879
Died: April 17,1955
Einstein died of an aortic aneurism at the age of 76 and the pathologist removed his brain to study it and find out what made him so intelligent.
His peers said he was a man with a child like quality that made him totally unsophisticated and without worldliness.
For Battle of the Clerihews by PD
Categories:
aortic, history,
Form:
Clerihew
I'm boring through your ventricles
I'm being terribly invasive
My quiet warm breath
Keeping measure and pace
To such meticulous work
Fills your four chambers
You don't feel one thing
You feel everything
So close, so intimate
My eyelids flutter against your tricuspid valve
My whole body is fluttering now
Because now
With my lips brushing against your aortic rigatoni
I am swimming inside your deepest being
Your heavy pumping heat
My legs now dangling out of your pulmonary noodle
I've become miniscule in this glorious museum
That keeps you alive
Forgive my exit now, my darling,
This time in your heart has changed me
You are the force which wobbles this reckoning world
This I realize
Miraculously sliding up
Your superior vena cava
*Matthew Caliri
Categories:
aortic, science
Form:
Free verse
A shiver of Appalachia
superfine sugar of maple
windblown through the spine
tingling in a burst of aortic air
Inhaled as though fresh but by
the mountains rendered spent
the slightest reminder of
organic perpetuation fiercely painful
and entirely disembodied, each moment
blanketed by eternity and the hereafter;
primordial yet ethereal, a shadowy glimmer
of final destiny.
(While) in the treetops, the heron and the wren
speak peacefully as they observe
the rising of the sun.
--
For Lydia Davis and Susan McKeown
Categories:
aortic, animals, introspection, life, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Across an azure sky
i trailed lonely as clouds
Lost and broken
you unlocked my handcuffs
you are the love,you are the lover
In the ambiguity of reverberence and sonority
my soul was asleep
i awakened at the rhythms of your love
you are the song,you are the singer
In the veils of darkness
i wandered in the labyrinth of unknown streets
your glowing face brighten up my path
you are the sun,you are the sunshine
In a bushy garden
i was hidden behind thorns
you extracted my nectar and pollens
you are the honey,you are the honey bee
I was at the verge of cardiac arrest
you unclogged blockage of coronary arteries
and cured my traumatic aortic rupture
You are the heart,you are the heart beat
13-01-2023
© Muhammad Aamir khan
Categories:
aortic, allusion, america, animal, anti
Form:
Free verse
iconoclastic, aortic valves..
toppling through stone nerves
seperate the steel brow, the cement
tongue
and holy mother from her child.
yet still the public squares give birth,
doing a little more with the willing.
see the skinny ones wander.
all those holy incarnate youth who
highlignt
the shadows at night with their dark
hooded coats.
some have pockets filled with tin saviors,
some condoms and some ciggerett's.
shake, shake, rattle and shake.
robotic graffiti filled fist poured out like
liquid
prayers forgives a few of the more
common spaces.
ugly bertha with her iron curtain veiled
about
her spray painted in rich angelic colors
refuses
to remain silent any longer.
unvielling her aged face, revelling the
gray mortered
lines who crippeled so many.
ugly stomped out bertha crumbling
naked into every public square.
she cry's a little from her unsentimental
paved skin.
all those sterile cinderblocks baptised
and forgiven
with the rattle of a tin can.
tagged and made holy under the
lamplights with shades of
citron and bright orange.
Categories:
aortic, allegory
Form:
Gemstones on a shoreline
maladjusted to the saltiness of fallen tears
basted in the din of sunbeam atoms colliding
the neap, a resting time from mortal waveforms
towed beneath the sanded plasma of sinking unblown glass
a final lash, a glinting sorrow, an eternal goodbye
so many facets unturned, a reminder of the emptiness
no shimmer on the barren plains of shore, a reflection
of the once and final aortic beat
Categories:
aortic, introspection, life, nature, sea,
Form:
Free verse
Little gods inside my heart
where pumping blood is an art.
With a mind of their own
doth these gods call me home.
Little gods with golden hair and a quantum halo
perform their task with utmost care as if they were from Cairo.
Confined within a job to do
never resting, always true.
Little gods never skip a beat
yet one slips beneath his feet.
Oxygenating all my cells
Is he under the One God’s spell?
Then he squeezes up my aortic arch
and down through the arterial flow
struggling against the downward stream . . .
He flies out into the world, out my finger’s cut
and screams --
“What the . . .”
Categories:
aortic, angel,
Form:
Rhyme
Take a piece of my oversized pumping heart
Make aortic memories, oh so grand
Break not this adoring atrium to start
Quake from the rhythmic beat under your hand
Gain affection from each side ventricle
Plain adoration felt by thick blood flowing
Vein flutters, valves and arteries a-tickle
Rein it in, your romantic side is showing
Categories:
aortic, romance, satire,
Form:
Lento
Protective barbed wire
pricking with it’s touch;
Blood just rushed from
the lock on your heart;
Penalized necklace;
Scratches so deep,
there’s no way back;
Feral feelings,
aortic slice;
It’s heavy,
a burden
in silence;
Let go,
embrace
love.
Categories:
aortic, emotions, feelings, love,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
Albert Einstein
Born - March 14,1879
Died - April 17,1955
Einstein died of an aortic aneurism at the age of 76 and the pathologist removed his brain to study it and find out what made him so intelligent.
His peers said he was a man of child like quality that made him totally unsophisticated and without worldliness.
Albert Einstein
His teachers thought his abilities limited,
But his genius went down in history,
And his brain, after death was exhibited.
Categories:
aortic, history,
Form:
Clerihew
Iron bars do not such a penitentiary make
as the flesh and muscle construct that enfolds
the thoughts and idylls of your mystic travel
through the byways and the arteries of my soul.
The engaging levitation of charisma
it elevates the crowded keening of my woes,
dispersed the mob rule of my cold agendas
to a dove-white transformation for the crows.
Until the brightest and most radiant patina
banished shadows from the dark aortic cells,
and the brunette nights are exiled to oblivion
then true love within my heart is all that dwells.
I shall hold your dream a captive here inside me,
held by daisy chains and manacles of dew,
a prisoner in my heart despite your leaving,
a place where I can always be with you.
Categories:
aortic, life, love, passion, heart,
Form:
Verse
I understand it feels broken
but only an aortic aneurysm,
or some other medical complication
can callout its appointed hour.
It is not defunct nor done for,
unless it has been ripped out of you
with a stone knife
by some blood-crazed Aztec priest
while you were still alive.
It was never a thing to be sacrificed.
It is not poisoned unless you poison it.
If it’s still beating
then it is still wired-up to your soul,
still the time bomb it was created to be,
still working for your eyes to open
to an even greater love and reality.
Your heart will break
when it forsakes you for a higher mission
until then -
take heart.
Categories:
aortic, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
S tars perfectly align [cohabitation]
e ndless-spaces posing, [a-vast] cosmic, ecliptic, dance of
[c ast], at it's (station parting as chaotic entropy).
P ulling g a laxies together, a [tapestry] in intrinsic entrance of (separate positions adorning culled existence).
A fter eons of celeStial [tide], weaving fate's intricate [thread of] abode to abide (stretching partition arearing capacities extension).
C osmic wonders emerge, in this theater that the universe has advanced as (spreading propellant aortic celled expanse) .
E nergy transfered, transposedly, written and read as (s-ystem p-artition a-spiring c-onnection e-xistensibly.)
Categories:
aortic, art,
Form:
Acrostic
You inject yourself into my bloodstream
And give me a sense of high
But when you leave,
Your cravings become apparent
You force me to care and love
But I know you’ll only be around
For a minute length of time
And then you’ll leave me shivering and dead inside
Upon an empty couch
I try not to attach to anyone
Because I know it will only lead to pain
But you latch onto my strenuous beating heart
Like a bat onto its prey
I fear and know that it will lead directly to pain
The withdrawal symptoms of torched and tired aortic machine
Whether you, move away, leave me or you die, any leave will kill me
So why not do it now
Now I need you to keep going
I need you to survive
I live for you but want to die
And that’s the truth from I
Categories:
aortic, confusion, death, loss, lost
Form:
They wait in the night-lit brightness.
I watch them from an over-magnified telescope;
youngsters and older
some dripping a scent of latent maturity,
a furtive effort to blend and not offend
the judges
who have sly thoughts
in their searchlights eyes.
The bling, the gewgaw glints,
the small of fake gold,
the shot passions of high skirts.
They form ordained disorderly lines
eager to bow before the bouncer,
to pour themselves
into the melee and scrum
the jumping pump of ecstasy.
Night life is wanting, is waiting,
it needs to club together,
to sweat the music,
to throb with the sound
of aortic rhythmic impulses,
to dance upon a crushed floor
breathlessly offering upwards
their erotic prayers,
on baited hooks of desire.
The young must,
they simply must,
and we trust they will be tired one day,
too tired, too busy, too distracted
as we are
to dance death away
while drugs snack on their meat.
Categories:
aortic, poetry,
Form:
Free verse