Best Basins Poems
lately, i have been in this female mood
for some kind of abandon, that
which exhales the tigress fire
out of my lungs digging the veins
from a week's' routine movements
pruned to the barest of a payroll’s droll…
antiseptic cubicles dictate the rags of
chlorine-infected lunch where rooms
i strut around have nothing except
robotic people, same rye snacks, basins
of expired coffee and files of schizoid
folio..
just outside, the sky coughs
of gas masks rendering a paper bag
of humanity to suffocate on clanking bones
along claustrophobic subways: such a
hemorrhaging day waiting for 5pm
to hiss, halt ,and heave…
i need to dance with the arms of a
jazzy moon fondling my back and
whistling the tunes of recklesness
when all but the spirit lusts for is just a slice
of raw breaths spiraling into tangy
punches of rockstar blues... spare me the cranky
claws of a friday so sore; i alight like
a feline dressed in black lace with cabaret wings,
feathers splattered on glitzy cobblestones...
voluptuous legs hot and wild sniffing sultry
lavender scent of friday night’s parade;
and the band notes howl, free like me.
Carol Eastman's Your Favorite Poem
by nette onclaud
Categories:
basins, adventure, woman,
Form:
Light Verse
Headwaters,
Of the world’s flowing souls,
Cresting to flight and misting rainbows.
Everyone.
Searching for another.
To endure sacrifices behold,
Cascading
Heart’s ladles dip into
Basins of memories in plunge pools.
Waterfalls,
From the rapids of youth,
To the flat waters of golden years
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Contest: Some Form of Crystalline
Form: Verse : Parallelogram de Crystalline
11.02.14
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Received an NA in the above contest.
Entered in Edward Ebbs's contest: Only for those NA's on 01.23.16
The contest calls for an explanation of what the poem means to the author:
This poem is a summary of life.
Headwaters=birth,
Cresting=growing up,
misting=your effect on others and the world,
'searching for another'=could be spouse, money, God, or just yourself, etc,
Sacrifices=what you traded for what you wanted,
cascading=life, time goes by so fast
Once you reach old age, hopefully your waters are calm (flat), and not still turbulent or made turbulent due to regret from choices and the trades you made in youth.
Categories:
basins, love, metaphor, relationship, river,
Form:
Verse
The mountain breeze,
Frozen fractals, heavy clouds,
The hardened rocks, plains, valleys,
rivers, oceans, seas,
highlands, lowlands, grasslands, river basins, vegetations, rainforest,
birds, trees, animals, insects...
All these I know
But,
The big strange bird with stiff wings flying in one direction in the sky,
The mechanical four moving wheels with people squeezed inside I don't
See people; flesh and blood with funny clothing, shamelessly half-naked
See their suspended floors, it's imaginably soft
See the box which changes the weather and makes it cold
See those three things on the wooden sky continuously chasing one another; I get drowsy trying to understand them
See! They seem to love boxes; another box with people trapped inside and no single body bodies to rescue them
I'll reach now and save them.
What a shame! They are held in another world; they can't be saved
See their furry clothes feels funny when I wear them
Their women are dressed as masquerades
See two people licking lips
See! That round thing spits fire
See, their young ones are locked inside a barricaded hole, playing peacefully with strange animal-lookalikes
The blood in that contained tastes sweet and fine
Now look! That thing does whatever I do; it's shiny and bright
What an abomination now?
They drink water from a suspended river
See that long hole destroys nature's vegetable without care; behold how red and watery it's become now
Look how they eat vegetables like my goats and piece the fowl with their evil spears
What utter madness do they live in?
They spend time packaging something only to destroy its beauty and eat it
Yet they gaze upon me like I'm the mad person here!
Categories:
basins, hilarious, imagery, imagination, muse,
Form:
Blank verse
Mona Lisa is
Looking directly with fizz
Loving life more than slaying
Her bent left arm looks
Curving as rushed water goes
Few miles into Sinai cove
Her left side’s dark cheek
A map of bliss’ Middle East
Tsunami comes to seek rear
Big N is a road
Jordan River lifts thug load
The Dead Sea drinks a cup cold
Two lines cross center
Divide the picture’s structure
A pyramid’s top pixel
The world’s lavenders
Must have read the deep scriptures
Since it’s top invisible!
Tilt Mona at six
Dark clouds fill up soft basins
A new chapter, written with
Lean to quarter till
See nature’s wonders begin?
Two mountains are blending in
Prop her upward so
Seems relaxing on her board
Her nose bled for tomorrow
Her pale hair behind
Natural curls, severe freight
Compressing exotic loaf tight
Who’s praying behind?
For flowery peace’s kind?
Guess the Saint’s name without fright?
If slimming picture
Lengthwise… a blood line outlines
Looks alike to Mayan calc
Meditative smile!
Burga challenged Mona’s height
Alignment’s center’s bright
The sun greets meadows!
Sifting darkest clouds by force
Pretty brooks feed our Lord
With fraternal love!
Quilt lands wrap up joyful doves
A new world with profound buds.
6 of 6
By: Nadia F. Shahwan – April 2009 -This poem reflects my innocent observation to analyze
the Mona Lisa's beauty.
Categories:
basins, mystery
Form:
Choka
I’ve lost it. I’m exhausted.
I can’t handle another day of these
Auditory hallucinations. Doors creaking
Open Voices carrying around basins.
These days with no sleep
are starting to
Become costly,
to my overall health.
Wait, do I need help?
Hold up!
Grab a wrench!
grab your tool belt!
We’ve got to get this girl back to
Stellar mental health !
Wait, I’m not a machine?
I said to myself
They said it’s okay ma’am
We’re trained in these sorts
Of matters better than anybody else
Feeling stressed you say, take a shot
Of vodka while we take a look at you
Right away
A little elbow grease and your brain
Won’t be on its knees anymore
You’ll be back on your feet in no time
Miss, we can’t miss with our new
And improved stationery kits.
Just relax and you’ll improve
It’s not like you’re the only one
Going through this.
Categories:
basins, depression, funny, health, parody,
Form:
Narrative
Earth’s natural gemstones thunder down
Miriards of multi sized scattered diamonds tumbling
trained jewels, beads, roll down roof glazing
Tiny shards of light begin to bounce, dance and reflect magnificantly
At first twinkles of days sunlight peep from behind storm clouds
Enters sunrise, day breaks
Vast darkness of night-times tears quickly disperse
evaporating to the brighter warmer climate
Nature’s tears are quickly dried
Outside still few mirrors remain reflecting the skies and beauty
Besides these little basins of wonder
patchy shadowed pavements still damp retract
As temperatures rise I recollect musing over shrinage of moisture
Just as the tides retrace their steps back to the oceans
But who ever sees their journey thereafter
The cycle of life continues whether we notice or not
So every droplet wasted counts
As climates change so must we
Earth and sea compositions alter
It’s down to us to make a difference
To help preserve and protect the living species
and precious commodities we need for every day living
before these treasures are lost, gone from our world altogether
Richer or poorer are we crumbling our planet
At the cost of bling we run down waste holes
Or leave to trail the land around us
Are we throwing our futures away
Should we not be evaluating the cost of new things precious
The waters of life, catch them if you can
Earths natural gemstones thunder down
Categories:
basins, hope, life, natural disasters,
Form:
Free verse
Mystery
They say it is
The land of wonderful Africa
Where dreams shatter to tears
Souls lost as water of sweat
Our landmarks bordered by wars
We cry to our so blessed destiny
Yet we worship to feed our motherland
The rich land of resources
Basins potent per world fill
When shall we be free oh Africa
When shall we love ourselves?
Our honor we bury in mass with the souls we take
Our streets we fill with blood of innocent mothers
Tension heightened in our political system
Our entire land host chaos
Yet we claim world provider
So why not feed ourselves
Rather than killing ourselves
Breathing gunshots as they blare our skies
So cursed not for freedom
We scream everyday
Yet we are blessed with no disaster
We have killed our bird
And replaced it with a bat
Where are our brave democratic leaders?
Where are the men
To stand up to this bitter trial
And restore the land before our fatal exploitation
Categories:
basins, africa, black african american,
Form:
Lyric
Tenderly she picked the pink flower
day dreaming of the first flower given
wandering over to the bedecked bower
she dreamily looked at the garden
Memories of happy times came flooding in
the places they had visited together
Roma where they bathed in Turkish basins
Athens, they were victims of a flasher
Paris is the city of love and romance
here they had dallied playing some love games
time they spent alone in a loving trance
their love for each other fueled by flames
Love had bound them for all eternity
memories founded on a dynasty
Categories:
basins, dream, love, memory,
Form:
Sonnet
Brenda and Banron bounced slowly on his boat
as the brilliant sun sparkled brightly on the glistening water.
Big and burly he was the boy she sought after in her book.
She smiled bravely as his battered pole slipped smoothly
through the babbling blue surf leaving the sand far behind.
"But why have you brought me to this barren sad place?" Brenda spoke.
Banron sized her up, staring blankly into her soft beryl eyes.
"It is seven leagues beyond the barrier reef that we are bound," he said.
Sea gulls skimmed lazily across the bow of the bobbing boat
as it slowly yet bullheadedly sloshed sprays of salty brine
into brackish basins starting to fill under the benches where they sat.
The sun was intense, battering her senses and beading sweat on her bosom.
"You better take me back Banron," she stated as their destination drew near.
The breeze blew stiff from the opening in a cliff soothing her hot breast
as butterflies stressed the bile in her bubbling stomach making her want to barf.
Believing Banron simply saw her for her body enticed her emotions,
but now she stirred self consciously as he gazed at her from beneath his brutish brow.
As the boat smoothly slid into the cave, before her she beheld a dark brackish stream
"You don't seem to understand beautiful Brenda, I am not Banron, I am Chanron the boatman
and before you lies the river Styx, now, one silver coin, if you please, my sweet baby."
09/19/16
Categories:
basins, death,
Form:
Alliteration
4/14/17
Across the ages
There was many changes
During the beginning, middle and end of phases
Above and below any stages
Some left to be found, written upon pages
Leaving a lot or little to if any traces
Among any places
Considered tiny or spacious
Regardless of their being nearby basins
There is nothing funny about starvation
Nor the greed of certain corporations
Makes me have more rage than Jason
With a hockey mask, causing mayhem
Current situations
May have involved more complications
Close and far from any vegetation
Currency came in different faces
Among many nations
Or federations
Above and below the basement
Near and far from any pavement
People making and taking payments
Due to desperations
Some continually gave into temptations
Had hesitations
And made zero preparations
Meanwhile others reached the intended destination
Achieving a state of elevation
After much determination and hard work, followed a possible celebration
Or revelation
With concentration
Have some motivation
From within find more inspiration
While making adaptations
Throughout trials and tribulations
Many civilizations
You can see in person, or only through illustrations
Certain locations
Full of radiation
And/or known to have a dangerous reputation
Still yet to be proven with a solid explanation
Continual paranormal investigations
Regarding anything, accurate portrayals or misrepresentations
Unknown or famous
It was or wasn't caught on surveillance
Crystal clear picture quality or blurry with some grayness
Rituals conducted on certain occasions
Some of which involve shamans
Meanwhile apprentice or master, blacksmith and masons
May be wearing protective aprons
Working on something considered complex or fairly basic
Near and beyond any waters with or without crustaceans
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
basins, poetry, rap, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
Your all I ever wanted,
you just weren't one to give.
You had control,
dug me my own little hole.
All the weight on my shoulder,
you never wanting to leave her.
Memories starting to blur,
an ongoing deception.
My mind and heart begging for freedom,
never stepping foot out the masters kingdom.
An absolute dark cloud follows my every move,
sure enough I have alot to prove.
Never really tried to leave my ruins,
but as I fall deep into the steep basins,
and breath my last breath.
I foresee a shibboleth.
What was the hardest thing in the world,
I jumped through and undid the burled.
Life's not ready for me,
and plenty would agree.
I'm one person ready for the hurt,
cause nothing and nobody can make me feel like dirt.
Categories:
basins, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme
His life began with fertilization in the plastic test tube
He was born on a plastic shawl
and raised nestled on milk from a plastic bottle
grown he ate from plastic plates, bowls and cups
he sat on plastic chairs and bathed in plastic basins
he ate synthetic food packed in plastic pots
he then went to school wearing plastic shoes
at school he studied plastic arts
On his return home he carried his belongings in a plastic bag
his mother had undergone the plastic surgery
when she saw him she gave him a plastic smile
He knew not that he was the plastic man
but when the village drunkard called him plastic man
he took a plastic rope and suicide he committed
Dead he froze turgid like a plastic
the police put his corpse in a plastic coffin
He was buried in the graveyard full of plastics
on his grave was an inscription engraved on a plastic cross
thereon the inscription read
here lies the plastic man
who lived a plastic life but hated the plastic
Categories:
basins, school, life, school,
Form:
Free verse
Through the hills within the woods of a mountain's slithering slopes,
A road winds its way, on which rides a car driven by a misanthrope.
Plucking from his pocket a pack of poison sticks with one hand,
To suck the smoke from a cigarette labeled with his favorite brand.
From the ashes of the cindered cylinder arises an airy sensation,
Which swirls within his head as his body suffers from oxidation.
After deciding with an apathetic puff that he'd had enough tobacco,
He flicked the cigarette through the open window with an apathetic throw.
As he drove he thought of the days to come and of his job and friends he'll see,
With the wind in his hair he happily traveled from nine at night to the morning's three.
He arrived to his destination: his parent's home for a weekend sojourn,
And in his childhood bed he drifted to sleep and awoke at eleven in the morn'.
Laughs with loved ones and home-cooked feasts had continued to unravel,
During this weekend which he ended with yet another nighttime travel.
From the suburbs of the foothills he ascended through to mountain roads,
With popping ears he picked with pinkies, producing several waxy loads.
Onward through the familiar roads which swerve along the curves of rivers,
Which pour from bleeding basins which, to below, their water is delivered.
Then, as the sun had settled its golden hue upon the wrinkles of the wooded thick,
Darkness spilled atop the forest's feathers to slather its leaves like an oil slick.
A sudden cessation of the leaves' silhouettes had slipped the sight of the distracted man,
Who, while he drove, had been lost in thought of the snacks he'd make in a frying pan.
Then, as the darkness had settled its cimmerian hue upon the naked wooded thick,
Flames spilled atop the forest's feathers which slathered its leaves like a lit oil slick.
Firetrucks battled the fire as the man stopped his car so he could walk,
Towards a volunteer fireman who stood before him to warn of the roadblock.
The man asked the firefighter what had caused the scorching of the trees,
Acres of woods burnt in smoking condensation which made the man begin to wheeze.
The firefighter responded to the man who began to trickle with sweat:
"We believe the fire was started by someone's casually flicked cigarette."
Categories:
basins, addiction, appreciation, care, mountains,
Form:
Couplet
Moon drips are like gigantic slides and cloud surfing is very very exciting particularly when shoved with a broom. Base jumping off smaller spheres can be hazardous and mind the cats on the way down. They can pickle. It is often wise to omit zero shine to a coat. As many layers can spring around. Touching all areas. Yet stagnant in none. And all the time the warbling sounds. The jeering molluscs. Suited in rows. Caterpillar women with beady eyes. And large bulbous land based porpoises. Well, they will never get to create a pretty picture on the sandy ground. Such is the rationalisation of the purple winking frog who hops over global obstacles with a swoosh. Reverb is not an easy option so never swing back carrying ten cups of tea. Merely a cataclysm. In catacombs. In chasms. And often in pans. Pinnacles of diamante peas can fall. And tomato ships will arrive in a tray boat. Winds whipping windows wildly wildlife xxxx and treatment of a small disc shaped fish. *** chicken chicken peck peck peck ha ha ha whilst pock is neither a sunny synonym for it is a wondrous concoction of sound. *** level not a bun nor a beard nor a bread. *** and now swim in 900 metres of juices from a tree. Xx treasures unknown and unforeseen....*** ha ha ha question not a queue xxxx basins baby babies booming baboons boomerangs books bookshelves beads...*** prana prang xx piranha pyramids *** trepidation of tortoises xxxx pig presentation *** ha fortifications *** 83% of a dust particle *** physiology *** deliberation. Z.z.z. Boom. *** in a mild temperate climate a calling cattle moves. Xx momentous x z z z x
Categories:
basins, age,
Form:
logical greedy
uncles unshaven, rocks and
arks terrified philanthropic cherubim blessing
logical operators, terrified detainees stones and
arks attacked
through the blessing
of cherubim
embarrassed greedy uncles
unshaven, basins and stones, cherubim terrified
bothered
embarrassed with
blessing, agglutinate greedy
uncles' rocks thorough meaning
of rock reservoirs hassling cherubim
terrified thanks to
greedy inmate physical violence, embarrassed offstage
cherubim kindly surprised
by bathos, rough arks'
empathic blessing on
physical violence, greedy uncles frightened
thereby embarrassed
frocked, cherubim's blessing on
arks and materials
bald greedy
uncles unshaven rocked with
hassling cherubim's
terrified thanks to
thorough greedy
logical drives, lodestones and
arks
the blessing of
embarrassed cherubim offering for
empathic fear, greedy logical driven
arks and
stones
cherubims' thorough blessing wasting ends of
rocks and wells
thoroughly concerned, thoroughly problematic grasping
logical blessing on arks, asking avidly rocky
sensation uncles unshaven
kept asking for bodies frightened by
embarrassed
cherubim's blessing reasonable greedy
uncles unshaven
thoroughly, cisterns and stones
greedy cherubim's frightened thereby embarrassed thereof
kindly held sensual
means
thanks to powerful flint arks
greedy blessing given, frightened
bothers embarrassed cherubim's rocked eggshells through
physical violence, embarrassed
cherubim's blessing on froufrou
Categories:
basins, allegory, allusion, creation, devotion,
Form:
Verse