Best Bleaches Poems
The bark peels back like old skin—
Mine, yours, the cinnamon scrolls
Of what we shed to live. August
Bleaches the world to bone, the bark’s faint spice
Rising in the noon glare,
Heat tasting of salt and sand. And still this Crape crowns
Itself with Myrtle fire. Still—
I cannot explain what breaks in me. Still I press my cheek
Against its flaking flesh, feel
The pulse beneath—magenta,
White, pink, the deep red
Of what I've never
Bled for anyone.
Each blossom a small fist
Opening with the muted pop
Of summer rain on dry earth. Each petal, tissue-thin
As the lies I've told myself
About enduring. The Eastern Shore sun
Has made this tree what survival
Looks like: stubborn—
Beautiful, built for the burning
Seasons that strip us
To what we are. Winter comes,
And I am learning
How to be naked—
These mottled limbs
My teachers, conductors' hands
Mid-gesture, never finished
With their fierce music
Of staying alive. Of reaching
Up through the killing
Cold, brittle air ringing
With the clink of frozen twigs toward something
Green promises I cannot fathom—yet still I know
Lives in the light returning.
Categories:
bleaches, august, change, endurance, growth,
Form:
Lyric
I am faceless
Tattered by actuality
Heart thrumming in my ears
Blind to prospects
Voiceless ... soundless
Yet I scream, mute
Face to the sky, I wail like a fiend
Hailing the heavens like a forsaken angel
Above, the sucking expanse
A mocking roar of silence that drips, somber
And bleaches my bones black ... indelible.
Of those most dear, I brood
Ever-near, in my visceralities
The joy and regard that but their mention imbues
Sings through my blood like a brand
And buoys my spirit, steadfast.
They ARE my heart, after all
My essence ... my worth
Is this longing, then, but folly?
Should it NOT be the spur of my marrow
To hope for a shard's requital ... in love?
In tender, affectionate intent?
Or even in, dare say, (desperate) ... pity?
Even that, I'd surely embrace ...
Oh, yes ... even that.
* SECOND PLACE in the "Any Poem Won In A Contest In November" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor. *
* FIRST PLACE in the "Contest Number 355" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor. **
Categories:
bleaches, appreciation, hope, love, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
Marred and minced remnants pile high in a storm’s swarm
Yesterdays, hardened-soft, surface where sea’s warm…
Flotsam found, lays tales around, in frayed traces
Another shattered shell whimpers of graces
vying with the sea-swept sands: gloss embossed fades…
Ocean’s dead! These are castaways of Hades,
rid of depth, stranded upon the dry shallow
Interred where the sun bleaches out the shadows
till whitened ivory fills cavern’s echo:
enmeshed lime, crunching upon errors callow
Jazz died - June’s sun sank into august abyss…
Undertow currents ceased their torments of bliss
Nipped life, silenced like frothing foam vacuum-sealed,
kept smothered in an opaque ocean congealed…
Yard junked, Neptune’s home’s now a derelict mess
and yet he clings to the crap amassed, crownless
Right always, up to the end --------- that no return.
Death will erase the un-sunk bones when they burn
(10/3/2019: '90 Sea Ray DA 350; Discovery Park; ‘my favorite junkyard’)
Categories:
bleaches, allusion,
Form:
Masnavi
Gives me a sunburn
Bleaches my curly red hair
Makes me nice and tan
Categories:
bleaches, natureme,
Form:
Haiku
She crawls out of her skin, folding it on bath water
Noticing the ring of a former lover,
With cleanser she scrubs his territorial insignia,
With Clorox, bleaches white again, the tubs virginity
Glances at re-hung gambling hand towels, dirty mans hand print
Flung from the bar they go,
Rapid walking to the wash,
Powder and sand and water flow, swish, swish, swish, to and fro
Up and down jollies on a ringer swill,
Timing the buzzer, she pulls,
Wet load to the line for solar solitaire,
Fling, fling upon the skinny wire,
Pin, pin the wooden men,
Inside she scurry’s before the doorbell rings,
Glancing about the room for her under things,
Stuffing them in cushion’s, out of sight of men
Evidence secured, a virgin’s plight, again, and again, she'd pretend
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Inspired by: Michele Nold-Godleske
e e cummings contest
Categories:
bleaches, life
Form:
Free verse
You want to know its merits?
Very well, then. Daylight slants
deliciously across the boy's
inclined, thoughtful face.
His lace collar, crumpled,
houses valleys of shadow.
Or what about the Water Seller?
Look at that poncho's warm
woven woollen texture:
and isn't the rip in the shoulder fun?
And the dimples on the pot!
They scream "potness" at us.
Or the beads of water
clinging to the larger vessel,
whose horizontal striations
practically smell
of the potter's wheel.
But oh, that drinking-glass!
Does it seem possible to you
that unctuous oils and minerals
of earth, gouged from the soil,
can render the ethereal soul of glass?
It was a winter afternoon.
I'd gone along to the gallery
on the off-chance.
Standing before this marvel,
I found myself entranced.
But even as I gazed, the sun
(though never very confident in London)
stepped out coyly from behind a cloud.
Duck's-egg orange light, resplendent,
now fell aslant the canvas.
Surely this was harmful?
Sunlight bleaches (does it not?)
the colour out of things.
Alarm bells should be ringing.
I summoned a uniform attendant.
He nodded sagely as I explained
- but did nothing.
Why should he care?
Minimum wage is no great motivator.
An hour from now,
he'd be hanging up that peaked cap,
and be a person until Monday.
No point in bursting
a blood-vessel
over a silly painting. Later.
But I couldn't leave it.
If I stood just thus,
my human frame was just enough
to block the sun.
One little skirmish could be won
if I remained here
until the sun’s trajectory was done,
or the gallery closed,
whichever came the sooner.
So I did. On tip-toe,
spine inclined, quiet,
I crowded out the light of day
for more than an hour.
Pointless, you say.
I can't deny it.
The very next day,
And each subsequent foray
of Phoebus would
merely recreate the problem.
That's hardly the point.
Finding myself there,
I beat my ploughshare
into a sword and,
for that tiny slice of time,
I made the sacrifice,
bore the quizzical looks
with equanimity, quirky,
standing like a turkey
on tenterhooks
and saved the painting.
Categories:
bleaches, courage, culture, england, hero,
Form:
Free verse
Every day I have lied in my palms,
Coiling myself in a numerical four,
Singing tunes and love psalms,
As if am already in heavenly realms,
Waiting to be filled with your love from above.
The beautiful clouds moves across the carpeted sky,
The winds blow leaving whispers of your love in my ears,
The birds sing sonnets and my heart plays to their lovely melodies,
As I wait patiently to see your lovely image sprout,
Sprouting with a ring for my finger.
I want to fall in love with you,
While the stars are still shining and the moon smiling,
While the whispers of the night are still lying dead,
And the cold breezes of the night have not fallen,
I want to fall in love with you, before the terror of the night revives.
I want to fall in love with you,
While the dawn still holds the victory for our love,
While the roses are still blossoming and sending out fragrant scent,
Before the sun bleaches our beautiful us,
I want to fall in love with you, before the earth loses its aroma.
I want to fall in love with you,
While our dreams and visions still hold the truth,
While our hearts are purified by glorious love from above,
While hate has not yet encrypted our hearts,
I want to fall in love with you, before our love is dilute.
I want to fall in love with you,
Hide you in deepest chambers of my heart,
Shower you with the true showers of real love,
Carry you within the secret corners of deep love,
And fill every empty hole in you with passion.
I want to fall in love with you,
Will you allow me to?
Before my heart melts away in vanity?
Categories:
bleaches, destiny, i love you,
Form:
Free verse
Cherry blossom petals
Float on down
to the path of tar beneath my feet
At the pace of sleet
A small river made of marshmallows
Build as I walk with a pace
so slow that I appear
To walk in slow motion
as I embrace
Each petal out floats the next
As though playing a game of chase
Building me a path
Of pink cotton
that bleaches me eyes with life
Bringing my mind a racing
To a time long ago
But never forgotten
Cherry blossom
Tree you stand
with a fragrance view
Back to my childhood and old memories
Everytime
That I glace upon you
If I twirl beneath your cheery shower
Will you flood my bloodstream
With a heavenly power
With a sweet sent of a growing rose
Pressing my being with an unseen impose
So that my soul, my spirit my very atom grows.
Written By Sarah Linklater
09th may 2015
Categories:
bleaches, appreciation, beauty, childhood, how
Form:
Rhyme
She plasters it on thick
Bleaches ,curls and glues
Draws on and colours in
Products galore she does use
After hours of beautification
She squeezes into a tiny short dress
Huge breasticles on display
Bum cheeks peeking out to impress
Now for the selfie photo shoot
Complete with sexy poses and pout
She is finally ready to leave
Her only destination McDonalds drive through and out!!
Categories:
bleaches, crazy, fun, humor, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
Fate flavours forfeit
Primal play proceeds
Sly street-smart succeeds
Move meek memory
Stains streaking slowly
Echoes end easy
~~~~~~~~~
Fuss freaks form frozen
Dig deeper dozen
Meet miasma molten
Lead laughter lumpy
Brine bleaches bumpy
Seek sure sobriety
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
21 March 2015
Singapore
Categories:
bleaches, allusion,
Form:
Alliteration
My thoughts
The bridges in my brain
My memory
My courage
The baggage of a name
Letters scripts projecting all the same
Contacting the central station of my brain
My brain
It holds and release
Messages increases
Para-thesis
Sneezes
Cripple loads paraplegic
Pieces
Brought together whether we need it
Life begins photosynthesis heat bleaches
Turn colors creative catastrophic catastrophes repeated
Who is to see it?
Revolutionized revelation exceeded
Time capsule opened chapel preach it
Believe it
Changes come to set strange hypothesis school history bleeped it
Covered with lies folk made up sheets blanket keep it
Wave pattern memorized hypnosis deleted
Categories:
bleaches, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
Dark clouds shroud
Hope fades into the background
Rain bleaches soiled soul
Categories:
bleaches, depression
Form:
Haiku
Pocono Dawn
Dawn crept over the horizon,
like a muffled piece of grey felt;
cloaked in mist, blanketed in opalescent fog.
As the minutes pass,
the powder blue of morn seeped atop
jagged toothed conifer forest.
Clouds turn from periwinkle to azure,
cotton batting unrolls filling the firmament.
Slowly, softly, the sunlight
bleaches clean the dusky dawn;
bringing forth a deep emerald-green
woodland morn;
strewn with wild lavender salvia,
flush and new born as the day.;
back lit with the acrid yellow effervescence
of sunshine
adorned.
Categories:
bleaches, nature
Form:
Pastoral
I can still envision it ---
It appeared like a single strand of pure silver ---
Radiant as a quasar ---
This perfected demostration of nature ---
As the wind swayed it to and fro ---
A tiny occupent ---
The manufacturer ---
Traverses it's length ---
As the sun's rays bleach it's fabric.
Categories:
bleaches, life
Form:
Light Verse
the relentless unbroken light
breathes in the fathom night
walking darkness one last time
tousled red silk strands ignite
dying strings for bleaches smite
ruthless emerges the sun
hits behind a mask of dust
window shades and layered rust
the broke back addict bent in more
buys sight unseen eyes to the floor
begging beauty to reflect
the fuel to feed hopes neglect
turns the wheel for kaleidoscope effect
colors splattered over shattered glass
spinning silver in lights finesse
pressing images in depth of design
waves engulf a surge to tide
spilling into twilight's gloom
a knee upon surrendered doom
the world a blossom in perilous bloom
her petals sculpt destined wings
rise in hue to sail or sink
fall for battered might
scattered fireflies clutter bright
seen as fiery spots across the sky
the humble tumble freewill’s divide
a chance of life or death divine
as they crumble side by side
reaching for heaven to find
the relentless unbroken light
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
Categories:
bleaches, addiction, drug, humanity, spoken
Form:
Free verse