Best Cloying Poems

It has been ages since the laughter died, which was many suns ago,
Soon swept away by fleeting time, like the brief giggle of a rainbow.

My vacant halls now are silent, and the flower garden is overgrown,
Effusing rich and cloying fragrance, lovely nature reclaiming its own.

The...

Continue reading...

The inky black water sucks her in further
As she descends into the black depths of the abyss
Cloying dark swirls cover her head as soundlessly it reaches
Possessing her every inhalation – exhalation - it envelopes her with force
Takes her heart, reaches for her soul, it’s now...

Continue reading...

Written: December 31, 2023, For Unseeking Seeker Contest
                   _____________________________________

“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures...

Continue reading...

A welcome sight the lights ahead - like misty globules on ink black foam
The billboard elicits a sense of foreboding - Welcome to the Midnight Bazaar
A lack luster moon adds to the mystery – nervously I enter to ask my way home
A familiar song plays...

Continue reading...

Rancid lemon rope squeeze
around a rotten tomato neck tie,
crooked odor bow hanging out of place 
Acid reflux raisin tax bleed;
dripping spoiled, milquetoast lies
out a sour-twisted, prune puckered face

Tart tongue 
sulfur speak disorderly,
dirty saliva fingers in the propaganda pie
Such a bowel movement disgrace
Bottom rung
bung opening vault...

Continue reading...

Soulless Windows

On the rain wet pavement I stand
The cold memory chills my heart
In the third floor window no glass
Just soulless boarded grey eyes  
No laughter reverberate the walls
or children’s chatter to lighten air
disturbing unknown neighbours
The scent of your love lingers on 
interwoven with cloying...

Continue reading...

Enchanted was I with a cloying scent...
whiffs of wild magnolia
mingled with the woodsy tang
of her lemon verbena perfuming the air
Like Samson's strength, the sun's threads of gold
were clipped by silver shears 
of an ascending pearlescent moon
         ...

Continue reading...

The cloying sangria
of freesias
invades the screen.
Amber bees whine
in wastrel air
like breezeless fans.
My shirt 
is porcelain skin.
I dangle one metronome leg
off the arm
of a wicker chair
on the porch
as icebox rivulets
trickle down my sides.
In a far corner
dead flowers 
curl
in a glass vase....

Continue reading...

Enchanted was I with a cloying scent...
whiffs of wild magnolia
mingled with the woodsy tang
of lemon verbena perfuming the air
Like Samson's strength, the sun's threads of gold
were clipped by silver shears 
of an ascending pearlescent moon
          ...

Continue reading...

[Quantum Superposition]
"A particle can exist in multiple states or places simultaneously until measured."


To my lover, I was first a beaming stranger,
then a sunflower whose juice sustained him.
To my mother, a nosy, buzzing fly,
and a tangerine sunset she never fails to watch.
To the world, perhaps a...

Continue reading...

Joy dances in even to the bereft
She cracks my frown with a tango
Then she leaves my house swept

Joy is a hummingbird trapped indoors
Her iridescence lights up all my grime
Usher her out before I’m enamored

But, happiness is like fish overstayed
His cloying perfume overpowered
He is a rhino...

Continue reading...

Goodbye is a feast finished
The last morsel down the hatch
Improper to ask for seconds
No aperitif to this lonely hunger

For every goodbye must be a hello
Even if no one arrives home
Welcome your darkness, don't go
My mistrusted companion

I forgive your cloying reach
Can you recreate human touch?
Let me...

Continue reading...

after 'Berck-Plage' by Sylvia Plath

(1)

A sheet of glass, this expanse of water.
How its tranquillity mocks my unrest.

Bloated beachballs and balloons
travel the park and float from diminutive hands.

Bodiless voices call in the sun
and bounce off these sizzling surfaces.

It is not surprising I wear cool clothing
and masquerade...

Continue reading...

The day was still, windless
A  presence surrounded me  
Though my eyes seemed empty
I could see it standing, waiting, silent.
Not threatening, just waiting among the rocks
As I stumbled towards it.

After the fall I thought I had lost it,
the power of blind vision.
How wrong I...

Continue reading...

My Video Song " SUMMER DAYS ARE COMING' can be heard on my Music Channel URL

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cafa5Sc6dPo


The Song has received Semi Finalist Award declared 
on 5th Sept. 2013. Although it's lyrics has missed the Ist
prize by only very few steps but the Award can be seen...

Continue reading...