Best Coagulates Poems
A red sun, pooling like a drop of blood,
coagulates at the edge of darkness.
And the night flows like a shadow, a flood
black as pitch, inking a seamless starkness.
A gilded moon, like a pitted gold coin,
beams in the sky as a beacon of light.
And like swarms of flashing fireflies, stars join
quasars and pulsars, twinkling in the night.
Dawn frets like a nervous actor offstage
practicing, to introduce the sun.
And as a gossamer breeze turns the page,
morning shimmers, like a web, freshly spun.
And the sun rises, a golden balloon
afloat in the air like a songbird's tune.
Categories:
coagulates, beautiful, beauty, dark, image,
Form:
Sonnet
I consulted a tyromancer
To see if I could find an answer
She consulted some cheese
And told me so much sleaze
I’m convinced she’s just a fat chancer!
Written after I read an article in the dentist’s waiting room today and I discovered that Tyromancy is form of divination involving observation of cheese, especially as it coagulates
09-19-17
Categories:
coagulates, crazy, food, humorous, words,
Form:
Limerick
“It” embraces “togetherness”
Like blemished mascara on a retired call girl
“It” would speak in aggressive audible banter,
As if crystallized bullhorns were
Strapped
Onto unwelcome seating arrangements
No boundaries.
No consideration.
No apologies.
Yet, their measurement of pride
Coagulates into withered centimeters
While seducing unscented tulips
With impoverished protractors
And tattered encyclopedias
An unsatisfied square root with no common denominators,
Lacking
No (re)solutions.
Does “it” see colors when they build a façade of deteriorating vowels?
Or is their blood alcohol level tested
By walking on borrowed heels
And pickup lines made of disappearing ink,
Purchased in bulk
Could they realign high hopes while riding on constipated high horses?
Hoping to veer towards whimsical sunsets,
With silver medal’s soul mate,
Drinking from another cracked bowl of pretentious vapors
Feeble attempts to take the hand of any “available” heartbeat,
Hoping they can slow dance to their newly, hand-written
“Woe is me” Polka ballad
Another baby put in the corner
Another bounced reality check
Another hunt for rebounded bliss within conceptual kiss
No hope -> Know hope
No love -> Know love
No better -> Know better
An educated tragedy is their only flirtatious lyric.
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
coagulates, life, slam,
Form:
Free verse
Blood is thicker than water (farewell)
Burdened and scarred by DNA
Passed on to us without our say yet
Blood is thicker than water you say?
Characteristically speaking at least
Yes this much is true
Blood coagulates, dries up at such a rate
Impermanent - given certain conditions -
As flaking paint on the family portrait
Carries unknown diseases causing delicate hearts
Quite literally to break
Water the poor relation oh so giving
Life force indeed of all things living
Cleanses, refreshes, vitality brings
Enriches life prompting hale hearts
Passionately to sing
Crimson blood dripping oozing
Pure water flowing clear and soothing
I know now which is my choosing
Blood is thicker than water they say
This I will dispute
Till my last drop has bled away
Categories:
coagulates, family, freedom, identity,
Form:
Free verse
the choking beat of conformity
coagulates internment in the minds
of fascist marches measuring time
shoving tubes filled with dictates
down the gullet of my spirit
wishing to be at least severed
from the instance of alignment
inherent in the laughing dream
which destroys ambitions of rain
-bows arching toward constellations
(a distorted and twisted version of the uni
-verse is still wavering alternative…
…dimensions into the crevice of an animal
eyeing and praying for nothing save rain
and prey to be plentiful despite their screams…)
must keeps the string extending
into nuclear holocaustic burns freezing
specters of old films dissolving
bubbles of arteries swelling grand
-father gasping at the why dangling
in the sky…stratospheric metaphors
…and off-key colors spill like incense
into the flame of creation harkening
dances of concubines combining
their hair like an enigma
lost in the tip of a hum
life splits the secret of the tongue
a hue reflecting djinns of you
releases peace in a white explosion
swimming a thousand curses in sand
blinding in the storm of suffering
until the palliating confusion tears
and the witnesses remain in the caesarian
-section of divided moons of elliptical doubt
orbiting the cloud of world-leaders
scratching the chin of sin smirking…
Categories:
coagulates, corruption, dark, deep, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
This is like a red moon.
This is like a total eclipse.
The sun becomes black.
SIX MONTHS OF DARKNESS
The gloom occurred during noon unexpectedly.
The media states the world is in Armageddon.
This has been formed from the unknown God.
The world becomes tense.
A universe is in darkness.
It does not affect utilities until the darkness coagulates.
Mania displays on faces.
Children sit quietly.
Crime is on the streets.
The police sirens are heard from a distance.
Looting for no reason because the natural disaster is darkness.
No homes are lost.
No souls are at stake.
The cities and towns are not evacuated.
However, weather is onset.
The stars shine.
The moon they surround.
Time is of the utmost importance.
Foremost, is the day is not in appearance.
The weather person does not know what to tell.
The media is the forerunner of what has occurred everywhere.
Life moves on.
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Penned April 21, 2014
For Dr. Ram Mehta Contest Darkness At Noon
Categories:
coagulates, abuse, anti bullying, bullying,
Form:
Free verse
Tryouts starring musical prodigies
and/or an attendant conductor
attempt to approach ambient chorus
divinely exhibited from Gaia's handiwork
heavenly invoking kapellmeister's magnificent nonchalant outlook
piquantly, quintessentially, repertoire sensately striking
unmatched vast wisdom yielding, zephyr air albeit creativity
engineered from groundswell harmony
juxtaposed, kindled, linkedin,
manifesting noteworthy opulent philharmonic recording
transcribing universal veritable webbed wide world.
Wunderkinds yield Ziggurat acme approximated asymptote
bequeathing celestial Doppelganger Earthly emulations
formulating fractal glinting highlighting
ineffable joie de vivre jostling, keen kindling,
la la land legerdemain lifting logic
lording Ludwig (Josef Johann) Wittgenstein.
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Yelping zoological apostle Al affidavit Gore handily
heaping hubristically invocation jolting kickstart measures
nipping nixed noblesse oblige opera
quickening quotidian rapid ruination sans supreme
teetering upended venerated wise with acumen
arithmetical Benoit Mandelbrot
chasing far-fetched ideas
lightyears menacing nihilism purging ogres opportunistically
resplendently ripping revered tankard tipping unstoppably
vanquishing varietal whipsawing wonderful wrapt yawning youngsters
warfare written wrought yanking zestfully crushing environmental family
granting Herculean instant karma
malevolent, opprobrious pronouncement
quiet riot silencing severely tragic ubiquitous vicious wreckage
yikyaks apemen cleft Earth.
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Future foragers denounce capitalistic bamboozlers aggression
zealots wrought trashing quintessential naked kingdoms issue
flotsam coagulates zonal wastelands torquing quality NON
killing habitats Earth bleached yellowed voodoo ruins.
Categories:
coagulates, age, allegory, angst, confusion,
Form:
There is an old tall tale told by the elders in the Village.
It says that the skulls come up from the dead.
That their bones deteriorate and the skulls are only valued.
When the moon is full and the darkness coagulates,
the skulls become spirits of others graves.
They are the blood of the Irish and Scottish in a diverse place.
They congeal to those newly buried taking their spirits away.
In world of darkness, stands the werewolf
transformed from a bite of a wild dog.
Vexed by his troubles of loving his blood,
this man desired a werewolf woman.
He loved his wife as he loved himself.
He knew that a drop of his blood would covet.
Therefore, he decided not to worry and confound his existence.
They dined that night and red wine they drank.
His blood he saw on her lips was viscous.
She licked.
That night in sleep, she did change.
They became vested and they world became sane.
Lucid and bright is how the sunsets.
A time of twilight is for youth to thrive.
No children left in the darkness about life up to now.
The truth must be told about humankind.
You see we are people created by the omnipotent.
His supremeness is an almighty presence.
No one has every witness him in the United States of America.
We are a discovered country formed from immigration and slavery.
The origin is the blood of my people.
They state that we are from the land creatures.
Our bodies evolved at night from their presence.
We sat in the trees as primates.
We found country that they did not habitat.
We became human beings in the twilight.
TO BE CONTINUED UPON REQUEST!
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Penned April 23, 2014!
For Jakitz A. Contes Dark Poems Only!
Categories:
coagulates, age, birth, body, care,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
How autumn rushed upon me With that wind out on the knoll As if a warlock from some leafy mist Reached out to check my soul As you inhaled my freedom With your carnal looking eyes And the last of love coagulates The counterstroke of lies Oh Did you say you loved me I know some words were said Before you left our castle For the rainbows jn your head
Categories:
coagulates, relationship, autumn, me,
Form:
Rhyme
who the hell let that pimp in?
My boss grabed me, then
Immediatly, I became the next candidate for exploratory surgery;
Sodomized with a paring knife to remove the alleged ******** from my ass;
I immediatly volunteered for pimp removal surgery,
Flooding! On a gurney headed for the emergency room;
As the doctor studied my hemoraging rectum,
My ******* became blackmail for that pimp;
Not a hole,not an opening,
Just pulsating, hemoraging flesh!
The flys just congragate while the blood coagulates !
Categories:
coagulates, abuse, autumn,
Form:
Free verse
Reflections are divergent
images composite
negatives of dreams
an alternate stream.
Calculations of precise reality reflected.
diverge and coalesce? In memories
Stacked as photographs fade…
Reflections are divergent
images composite
negatives of dreams
an alternate life
not all is at it seems.
Things unseen best left dismember
in the bloody history of my infancy!
Coagulates impressions like rusty blood…
As impression imperfect of pictures; vacations,
holidays, Christmases, and life images delineate
go fuzzy pale, fade, and blow away…lost in memory!
A story in the light of a bitter
sweet son a future left unseen
and in between shadow and reality.
Divergent reflections
composite perfect impressions
in alternant history
refract
retract
subtract & divide
impressions imperfect
feeling the suicide!
The shadows in all these photographs
burn in the light as future sons, diverged
impressions perfect
image compromise
comprehended
and surmised…
Categories:
coagulates, allegory, allusion, analogy, art,
Form:
Free verse
Justifications fall
from your mouth like shrapnel
truer to yourself than any other cares to be
because inside you know
they lack the power to truly see
see you as you are
not a person, not a punching bag
in silence listen carefully
and take another drag
forget their reprimands
the world is so unkind
just a little more to go
but the blind shall lead the blind
take another hit
conceal yourself in flame
to gain the strength to end it
aren’t you tired of being to blame
no more nightmares, no more shame
dust off your shoulder
clear the cobwebs full of pretty lies
no point in standing up to fight
with a haze of smoke behind their eyes
pulse pounds and ears ring
venom spews, coagulates
deep inside an empty useless thing
but joy fades forever more
just to mimic sunshine
on a desolate shore
a bed of lies no more goodbyes
watch as hours pass and an entire lifetimes flies
by too quickly, then it is gone
denials voiced and truths unspoken
those who bleed but live unbroken
trading diamonds in for seashells
just to feel a part of something
larger than themselves
Is this how spirits feel
Fading in and out
To remain as phantoms still
Forever trapped in spaces
Too small to take a breathe
Endlessly awaiting
A cold and careless death
Categories:
coagulates, angst, confusion, depression, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Here greets
Now glimpses;
This moment
~~~~~~~~~
Sacred glimpse
Haiku fragment;
In the moment
~~~~~~~~~
Watch what happens
Dewdrop on leaf;
Instant nirvana
~~~~~~~~~
Birdsong greeting
Balcony duet;
Dawn hymnal
~~~~~~~~~
Fruit vendor
Ready-to-eat;
Temptation thrills
~~~~~~~~~
Lovely beauty
Finesse charms;
Feisty sensations
~~~~~~~~~
Street corner
Lunchtime recital;
Musical interlude
~~~~~~~~~
Long bank queue
Monday transacts;
Credit and debit
~~~~~~~~~
In a quick splurge
Time slips away;
Age coagulates
~~~~~~~~~
Do you see:
When you see
Why you see?
~~~~~~~~~
Wake-up now
From wild dream;
Fall once again
~~~~~~~~~
Loitering here
Alleyway commotion;
Query other faces
~~~~~~~~~
Drooping willow
Heavy burdens hang;
Dawn escapade
~~~~~~~~~
Park walkway
Curious eyes meet;
Butterfly romance
~~~~~~~~~
Old dog barks
Learns new trick;
Fleeting frolic
~~~~~~~~~
Hot morning sun
Dehydrates flora;
Dewdrops disappear
~~~~~~~~~
Time oozes
Swift-flowing river;
Life beckons
~~~~~~~~~
Brisk words echo
Swift drowning here;
No one knows
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Leon Enriquez
28 May 2017
Singapore
Categories:
coagulates, change,
Form:
Haiku
Abstract images dripping shadows
Through one's reveries--- cycles grasped
by an artist's palm, scraping the easel--
Mosaic of fallen birds caught within blended tints;
Acrylic pictures woven together,
Hung through clotheslines... soaring like love unrequited.
Within edges of a framework, paint coagulates,
Full of stale cigar smoke as wax droppings
break from many nights' forsaken candles.
Broken Wings Contest-- Dust Off A Memory
25th Oct 2017
Categories:
coagulates, art, image, loneliness,
Form:
Lyric
Her eyes see his mystery
He's as raw as a bone
Bone white, ice cold
She feels his chill
When she wants his love
But she exists in hell for him
Because she knows
He's trapped at the Rockerfeller Center
A little boy frozen in time
Cutting the ice with the blade in his skates
Wishing to release himself from the pain
But, the blood never coagulates
It just keeps bleeding from his soul
She sees inside
She knows his torment
Because it is her's because it's his
Because it's theirs
No matter the eerie descent into darkness
She treads no where
Categories:
coagulates, childhood, depression, loss, sad
Form:
Free verse