Best Breathers Poems
I have the rhythm of a winding road
how do I consign myself to being confined...
rows of poplar pillars prop
the rendezvous canopy beneath we meet
—I self-cajole on ooh-la-la afternoon
yellow eyes; daffodils watching
lean into gossip groups nodding
a prodding breeze instigating deep-freeze—
I am a sweet weed in this place of sway and betray
with a stranger I stroll my arranged betrothed
height of his black top hat challenges trees
much like Corinthian columns
guards of an aisle I must walk —dear God! must walk
trepidation trips down my bridal spinal column
tiger eyes; lilies watching wish they were me
dare they dream they could uproot their roots like me
wish they could wedding waltz like I must —like I must
but their envy-leaves remain embrace-less
—I envy lilies’ empty arms of yet unmet love
daffodils; empty-headed —laugh
they try to read my mind to fill their own
what do I care their curdled thoughts lemon tart
and orange lilies’ brocade brimstone
what do I fear of fire-breathers burn of words
undergrowth feels square heels of my lace-up boots
post impression grows more expressive than first—
beware French tongues of sundew and burdock burr
marriage-carriage rolls in ruts to Versailles
where my coerced corset of hooks and ties lie
rhythm of a winding road dies in minuet strangle-hold
Categories:
breathers, angst, conflict, endurance, engagement,
Form:
Free verse
Tongues of solar flare writhe in combat kiss
—flame-throwers unleashed
iron words h a m m e r e d in fire
ferrous words melt-morph into heart-welts
once under skin
hear the fevered air burn with cheers;
c a c k l e s of c r a c k l e s and h -i -s -s -s
bellies of tears full of fire; fire feeds on gasoline tears
fire-eaters’ —bellies full of flames
turn inside-out; fire-breathers shape-shift
from love doves to squawk hawks
bonfire of marital bliss consumed by wildfire
desolation burns holes in lacy i n* t i* m a* c y
ashes
fall
from
s o l o
cigarettes
—nuclear winter in summer
t h r o a t s of songbirds c h a r r e d
. . . silence
follows blaring —w h o o s h— of serpent fire
purification in cremation of all OratiOn sound
liability and liberation
animate to dissipate in snaky smoke of HeLL-wraiths
apathy clouds form they rain on red heat
smother a smolder mother a cease fire
ember-ice; scalds freezes t–h–a–w–s
whets flesh — and wets fire extinguished flower bed
ashes laid down
—passion’s quiet confetti paves a path—
w. a. i. t. s
— s l e e p w a l k s
… d r e a m s
Categories:
breathers, conflict, fire, loss, love,
Form:
Free verse
Abundance of life
Water-fire-breathers
Home to extinction
Categories:
breathers, absence, adventure, age, america,
Form:
Free verse
his are whimpers of breath,
lullabies drumming from a rising chest,
his is a soft pat on the head,
a wave of tenderness, trough to crest.
her right hand reaching back,
sensing a nape's outline with touch,
her left hand spider walking,
closing on a leg with a silky clutch.
buttery eyes in half stupor,
weightless minds near limp slumber,
swollen lips distantly throbbing,
tongues muted after flickings limber.
a cheek mere inches from the heart,
the other side kissed by the midday sun,
a moment of reprieve from beastly lust,
whose fiery roars are momentarily gone.
penile twitches against her back's contour,
drying up in its own sweet flaccid time,
reminiscing labias with a head all its own,
inside warm folds of rhythm and rhyme.
mellifluous ecstasy banishing uncertainties,
troubles held at bay by such willing surrenders,
no worries to murk flitting bright hearts,
when raptly swirling in gyres of such breathers.
jumble of sweaty limbs haphazardly entwined,
one languidly quiet and breezy afternoon,
a velvety couch and wispy rays of sunshine,
the leather’s exhales coming none too soon.
Categories:
breathers, introspection, life, love
Form:
Rengay
A blanket of grief
covers the earth,
“moaning’s”
from life-breathers;
So much loss-
the cycle of death,
seemingly endless.
Hope dwindles, but
we remember how,
having come through
similar traumas,
we can reach out-
holding “virtual hands”,
smiling into mirrors
of dim unknowns-
Our lights break forth,
and “paired”,
we walk courageously
towards a distant shore
of safety and relief…
by: Thama Logan
October 13, 2020
Categories:
breathers, america, anxiety, dark, hope,
Form:
Free verse
We went to the concert, my cousin and
I
While we tried to find parking, a man in a yellow beetle hit an Acura, thought that no one was
looking and quickly looked for another space. My cousin didn't notice, but I saw his
face.
Interlude 21min
Later on, when we were actually in the auditorium but before the concert, I saw the beetle
driver and his girlfriend four rows closer to the stage than my cousin and I, and dead-center
to boot.
An evil idea bit me in the tit.
I got up and signaled my cousin to follow me, and when he asked what I was up to I just
chuckled and told him to act tough and follow my lead.
We walked towards beetle-man.
When at last we reached the hit-and runner, I tapped him on the
shoulder.
He turned around, eyes shining like a doe's within the halogens.
And who could blame him?
he was looking at me and my cousin, two six-foot tall men with broad shoulders and angry
looks.
"Hey! You're that idiot who just hit my Acura in the parking lot and drove off!" I barked out
as loud as I
could.
He turned dead white, the poor guy.
I barely succeeded in not bursting into
laughter.
"Well now you've dunnit buddy-boy, you done gone too far and you're gonna die!" I emoted
in trailer-court-elizebethan as I lunged at him.
He was wiry thin though, and a fast little thing.
Before I could blink he was running up the aisle towards the doors so fast he didn't even see
that my lunge was fake.
his girlfriend trailed him only by seconds.
I sat down in my new third row, center stage seat and laughed, motioning for my cousin to
join me.
He did, but shook his head dissapprovingly at me as he did.
"What in the sam-hill was that all about, cuz? Do I have to remind you that you don't own an
Acura?" He asked heatedly.
"No. I know I don't own an Acura. But for a while at least,
A. I own these seats
B.That poor kid we scared off will never, ever hit-and-run anyone again.
And
C. I proved a very important point to you."
"What exactly is that, oh great and wise Geofferini, king of the mouth-breathers?" he
questioned sardonically.
"I proved that you're a dillhole." I socked him on the shoulder.
Hard.
"But I love you anyway, cuz."
Categories:
breathers, funnyme, girlfriend, girlfriend, me,
Form:
Narrative
My finger throbbed, sliding red water splashing upon the slick topography, it was almost impossible to hide the laceration from these half-breed hybrids. Horns and ties, flesh costumes and ash shoes these monsters shifted between frames of realm breathers and daemonic vampirism. Cold cropped stares strung to petrify the weak hearted. She displayed elegant opulence in impervious form. Shadows among and behind me I could not touch her. Sadness dampens those cheeks of blush. If I could I would dry them but these minions of yours continue to bite my hand.
Can you hear my screams?
They tend to drown out your cries. Why are you hiding inside that mentality of flawed construct? Your lashes of sorrow blessed of the memories of a past swallowed by pride.
Look in the mirror, who is the most jaded of them all? Perhaps it is you who continues to bite my hand.
Without a tongue I no longer can scream, you made sure my words would be no more.
I only wanted to ask you if my heart still beats, or have you abolished it as well?
-Mitch
Categories:
breathers, romance,
Form:
Blank verse
People are like lobsters crawling in dirt
with brain cells less advanced than a jellyfish
always digging in the sand without salt they would disappear
They could not breathe the fresh air if it were poisoned by chemicals
fresh water has a better taste unpolluted
Chocolate starfish slimy sea slugs
Silly cones, fake plastic barbies
Toxic people in toxic world
None the wiser
Modern day zombies
Yes men plugged into the machine
Greedy 1 % sharks living off the tuna only scraps to the bottom feeding mouth breathers poor bastards
Fed only bull they kindly ask
"Please sir may I have some more?"
A Liam MacDaibheid and Antonio Acosta
Collaboration
Categories:
breathers, corruption, deep, feelings, fish,
Form:
Free verse
Elect
election and prohibition
cavaliers of discresstion
president of election
commissions of the government
suits high orders
decisions with fund-raisers
Washington awards leaders
makebeleivers
deceivers
ankle bighters
tight rope divers
diplomatic survivors
germanium priestess
less to gems and old tyrants
speaking the words of listeners
illuminate fire breathers
Written tonuhalan10/4/06
Categories:
breathers, visionary,
Form:
Instigating violence instead of defusing a situation. Shoot me in the face and get a month's paid vacation. Celebrating death down there at the station. The ones you've killed will watch you as you sleep.
Mouth breathers and cop callers. Black and white, no grey area. Toxic rainbows in tech-n-color sever childhood skies. It's obvious. Terrified, they kept their heads down. Maybe it'll all go away as long as they work their jobs, follow routine, and a few times a week they pray. Damn your eyes for knowing the truth and sitting Idly by, as you've foreseen the outcome in visions and secretly knew the reasons why. That the smoke and mirrors clear and shatter. Hearing the true tone in between the clatter. Watching the news in all hues of blood splatter. But still you've got the audacity to say you've an idea of what's the matter?
They'll come for us all in the end.
If Cancer doesn't kill you then some other marketing tools step in. Religions neuter progress.
Faith a hollow promise.
Your shepherd had the forked tongue all along.
Trained, conditioned, and corrupted to the bone.
Eyes still fixed on your betraying cell phone.
Tracked and tagged, docile and fed. No more questions echoing in your atrophying head. You've been duped onto the killing floor. Muscle breaks down just a little bit more. Consume. Comply. Stop resisting. They've plastic boxes for us all. Holes pre-dug in which we fall. Love, a vestigial emotion growing ever weary.
The wisest trees, will shake their roots clean.
We don't talk about the bodies and where there're buried.
A self fulfilling prophecy that has come to fruition. Rich frat boys, I've an aching suspicion. The human ant farm upon a corporation's shelf. Swallow jagged lies from the rotting prophet's mouth. The Godly are screaming as profits are headed south. "Please invite someone to church today".
Knocking on heaven's door with a bloody clinched fist is the goddamn polar opposite of Christ's teachings, lest there's something I've missed.
They've plastic boxes for us all. Holes pre-dug in which we fall. The weakened flock shall devour themselves.
Just a human art farm upon corporation shelves.
Categories:
breathers, abuse, america, betrayal, corruption,
Form:
Rhyme
All i know is that i am alone in a dark corner keeping myself from going crazy,
my eyes are choking from all the tears that fell to the ground to see how our days be.
The skin on my body runs wild with goose bumps,
it feels like a broom with sharp needles sweeping off those humps.
IDK what to do with myself anymore, i feel like i wanna give up all that i am worth for,
this life is a game i understand that, but i played the game all wrong so that is why im sore.
But sore, i don't want to be no more, i want to be free of this evil inside me,
cause its taring me to shreds and i cant do anything but see.
I got so much more to say to all you readers,
but i must get going to do my evil deeds and take all of these breathers.
There is one thing i wish though, its that after this i wont be sore,
cause to be honest, I REALLY DON'T KNOW ANYMORE.
Categories:
breathers, hope, evil,
Form:
Lyric
Aye!
The joyous ocean creatures awoke
And the coward fire-breathers begun its dance
The sea of no end now draws a line
And the mighty swimmers of silence called aloud
But beneath the Captain's cabin
The brave ol' carrier now peeps
And so gone with the rudder, the hull and keel
The lone old drifter crashed its sails
But calling from afar are dreams souring high
Wicked vultures pulling them savagely down
And I behind the pen...uttered not a word
Categories:
breathers, life, sympathy, war,
Form:
Free verse
A little piece on reflections, and the quality of life...
A direct response to a nice popular article online...
Extolling prudence in the frantic pursuit of wealth..
Advocating timely respite to savour life's delights...
A timely reminder to all those hardworking parents..
Questioning the wisdom in letting our best years be barren...
Amassing huge wealth and assets for our loved ones ...
Most of us are caught in this endless pursuit of wealth..
We should question this blinkered vision of leaving so much...
Just for our children when soon depart from this world we must...
Working to the bone endlessly for all things better and bigger...
Just so we keep up and even do better than our rich neighbours..
To borrow a phrase, when will we actually wise up finally instead....
Do we let up only in sickness, from cancer or enlarged prostates...
All be aware, all be wise, life's delights are to be savoured..
Even as we prosper given the diligence with our working vigour...
Take time to smell the roses by the roadside and take in nature's wonders..
Doing so enrich our lives and our memories of a rich life lingers...
For in truth, all that material wealth is but fleeting in time...
We all need to be wise enough to balance our worklife in time...
So, take frequent breathers, draw anew fresh new air..
Work you must, provide all you can but learn to take care...
Your time on this earth is just but a brief passage in time..
Hope this little reminder helps you out in calling time...
Less the frantic chase for assets and wealth that's material...
Take time off, nuture good health to savor the fruits of your labor...
Categories:
breathers, appreciation, blessing, celebration, community,
Form:
Light Verse
COVID-ATION
A blanket of grief
covers the earth,
“moaning’s”
from life-breathers;
So much loss-
the cycle of death,
seemingly endless.
Hope dwindles, but
we remember how,
having come through
similar traumas,
we can reach out-
holding “virtual hands”,
smiling into mirrors
of dim unknowns-
Our lights break forth,
and “paired”,
we walk courageously
towards a distant shore
of safety and relief…
by: Thama Logan
October 13, 2020
Categories:
breathers, 12th grade, anxiety, bereavement,
Form:
Free verse
You have read my adventures
Along with Etto my droid
We are fighters of evil
As we leave them destroyed
But where am i from
I hear you all ask
I'm from Cygnus-X1
Where we live true without masks
Where you stay
I stayed there before
My ancestors left
Before your planet became sore
We left planet earth
Quite some time ago
With a different race
A different galaxy we would go
Our planet is similar
We remain oxygen breathers
Residing on continents and quadrants
Interplanetary greeters
When you look to our skies
You see our many moons
They now deflect comets and meteors
Just like a space broom
Our buildings are based on
Architecture of the past
Pyramid shaped
A style built to last
Our army is vast
For freedom they will fight
With weapons you only dream off
And spaceships of might
Our intelligence is so strong
We hear signals from afar
Hence my visits to your earth
To assist you from harm
My name is Semaj
With Etto my droid
We are always here should you need us
To save you from void
Maybe one day
I'll say, welcome to my world
Then you'll know you have been welcomed
As you would hear my words
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy.php
Categories:
breathers, fantasy, history, nature, peace,
Form:
Rhyme