Best Coil Poems
A coil of the labyrinth winds deep into the night.
A path that is tortuous and falls
into terror turning left then suddenly right.
Something sits in a dark room
pondering the moves of kings.
Hearts imagine a world of fire.
Oppression of governments that are tangled
in the web of the labyrinth, like mist.
The mind of a God-King;
a man of Flesh and
Cyberdreams.
An intelligence that damns all
is spoiled by the blood of the innocents.
The coil of the labyrinth.
An enigma of future kings and minds of turmoil.
An empire of illogic; Chaos in a sea of control.
Coils wind deep into the Darkness…
The beast of myth is built by mankind.
As minds ponder the moves of kings,
the assassination of Queens.
Tangled in the coils of the spine.
A maze is ablaze in holy fire.
Labyrinth; it spirals deep
into the dusky fortress of kingdoms to come.
A torrent path full of dread at every twist and
turn whines deep into the night.
A path that is tortuous
falls into terror
turning left
then suddenly
right.
…a traitorous path at night!
Am I destined for hell
An eternity of woes
The wraith waits addicted
And the demons fight for my soul
It seems I struggle
To abstain from
The temptation of this
Mortal coil
Our Savior
Did not die in vain
He was crucified, slain
And lifeblood drained
For all my sins future and past
So that I may have
Life everlasting
In God's eternal light
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cold, coiled artistry,
ornately hued predator,
boa constrictor.
Tesla Coil Radio
Rock and very strange
In your ears Tesla does spark
Enlighten writings
Mortal coil to shuffle off,
up to the lord, almighty God,
have that bridge, sometime to cross,
ankle deep in mortal dross,
never mind the bloody cost,
till the veil do part, we plod,
on cloven hoof , unshod,
lonesome n the lost...
Don Johnson
thanks Carolyn
love it mate canters through the gate,
like a straight left to the head,
we seem to suffer here ol mate,
till the lord does strike us dead....
bit of a hell planet this one methinks....Don
Velvet winter’s bitter kiss
Escorts my soul to unholy Bliss
As teeth impale, my neck compelled
To embrace his unsacred gift
I am filled with blasphemed pain
As I am born anew
In damned unrest I will remain
A` vie je de adieu
*Hello everybody I just wanted to introduce myself,
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He's been encouraging me to join this community and
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I've never shared my work so I'm interested and nervous
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On spewing wave, our departing ride
Crazed currents crack, an azure slide
Freedom mingles in sea foam seethe
Cobra throat coast gulps river relieve
Estuary entry rests, rushing ruthless
Canoe oar dip downtempo soothe us
Convulsing closing, seen from stern
To mayhem mouth we shan’t return
Silver silt filters salt, lake lap littoral
Ranges ahead etch graduating blues
Drift beside reeds, bird pews hymnal
Harp strum seraphim strike chords
Nacreous nematodes writhe towards
Tiny sun centre lace tutus feverfew
Pirouette pirogue wet on dawn dew
Papery apron snapdragon bonnets
Bloom ten a stem syllable sonnets
Cut log capsule covets its heritage
Forested foothills fix ship wreckage
Fir hands welcome hung hammock
Cosy ocean recoil, mountains titanic
Sixth of November
- upstream -
Dancing the words to lance the boil
With grace and style but no toil
Watering the soul’s thirsty soil
Poetry sings the mortal coil
The coil spirals endlessly
chambered secrets dwell
an angel weeps across an infernal land
things sit in a quite hell
the words are written
fate is dealt
the meanings are felt
a Requiem for the dying
thoughts are the lights
of souls chambered were ancient secrets dewell
Raven wings fan the eternal flames
in the land of the blind
only the one eyed man is king
the realm of the damn
Something fans flames with Emerald wings
Red twine and splinter things
Divinities fine nothing
search for the lost broken Castaways
Screams from the White
chambered hearts thrum
metronomes beat
desolation dreams of Styx
Black rich the river seeps
no one roams down deep wells
vast the desperate fell
Damnation cast
Shadow last
far far from the light down
the coil spinning chambered secrets dwell
Pump and hum of isometric drugs
desolation’s dream
secrets scream
down in Wells vast
Crimson chambers pulse, thrum
in the dim light that fell
Far from were humanity dewells
the coil spinning fast
beats the heart burning
Bringing down the crown
warm divinity fearing
tears flown across the void
coiled endlessly
chambered secrets dwell
an angel sweeps across
an infernal land vast
things sit in a quite hell
the words are written fast
fate is dealt the meanings all melt
a Requiem for the dying
the hand of man is felt!
Of barren, coarse, of wrath I speak
Long I pondered my passage through the Gates
Now I stand at the prow surrendered and bleak
Sailing my gondola like an eel through the Straits
Where I am at peace with falling off the cliff
Whizzing like an ancient spear
Swept from the earth in the moment of grief
Seeing all the pictures of life in retro, my dear.
Whence I will see what I could not see,
And I will feel what I could not feel
The depth of the calm and the sea
In the palaces of nothingness where I will peel
Planks of carved wood
With the images of what is known as love
It- that once stood
Deep inside of soul, in the heart and above.
Before others I stood and swore,
Before others I happily kissed,
As Orlando Furioso, I dare not ever soar,
Eyes closed that will never be missed.
This life is toil,
Scuffed and scrapped,
Yet a heavy mortal coil
In its breadth and its depth.
It wasn’t a green snake
That tried God’s enterprise to foil
Nor one of greenish make
That had man pushed into piteous toil.
The sun-loving green wouldn’t anything spoil,
As often it’s thinking of how to funnily coil,
This presuming to playfully act out on your very soil
While your odd animosities you oil
And not once, not twice, unnecessarily boil.
Bedsit
Sit beside your bed
And wallow there please
The world doesn't want to see you today
Even you don't want to see you today
Oh god why does everything hurt
And why do I feel so crap
I hate mornings
If you love mornings
In my books
Sorry there is something wrong with you
Look at me
I look like some BTEC IKEA manifestation
Conjured up by some hack writer no doubt
The bells clang as my feet scrap across the carpet floor
Pick your feet up
You have to go to work soon
No dilly dallying
Wipe the mirror
Brush my teeth
Comb my hair (well what is left of it anyways)
Bite on some toast and kiss your nearest and dearest
And head to work
Work
Work
Work
Of course it is work
I have no pleasure in doing this or actually being here
God I hate my life
Would someone just please shot me now
Customer after customer after customer
Will this line ever stop
Stock up and go home
There is nothing here for you now
Just go home and forget the day you had and watch some good old stories on the box
And wash your mind away
Cooking dinner
Why is it always me
Oh well better get started
It is nearly half past three
Lost track of time
Lost track of my direction
I am sitting down and getting older
And my prospects aren't looking better
I am just getting fatter and fatter
And my time on this mortal coil is getting longer and longer
Stretching out to the ether
Losing all sense of meaning
Deflection and rejection
Wash down your sorrows and head to bed
To do this day all over again
There was a young man named Fred
(the tooth fairy lived in dread)
a wild flamboyant from afar
the spice island Zanzibar
a singer he'd been
and sang a good song
with four-octave range
in the band called Queen
tho' considered 'strange'
with plus four in the upper jaw
he had more teeth than most
once nicely depraved
now dead and gone
when he gave up the ghost
shuffled offstage his mortal coil
was no more than toast
finally went bust
of him it was said,
'Another one bites the crust!'
The tunes of my cries goes
Why the breathe, the life?
A question that has creapt its way in and taken root into my very soul
At times a wail but mostly a cry to be freed of it all
Why?
No recollection of a choice but here i breath
So fluid life goes yet i fight the reality of conciousness
A fight of seemingly boudless choices but non exists
Why?
I take consolidation in an inevitable end but when?
Not beyond a childlike wrinkly existence but hoping for less yet clinging on for more
The hypocrisy, the cowardice and double standard is a shame i carry
Why?
One day...could be now, a minute a head or more time than i hoped for, it shall all come to a conclusion
Hopefully soon but not too soon
By Aaron Onen
~The breath drawn deep is but a borrowed stay,
~~A fleeting spark within the endless night,
~~~~Where light and shadow's. in a silent play,
~Will fade and flicker, in the morning light.
~~~~~~~The bud unfurls, a vibrant splash of green,
~Bloom in sunlight, then wilt in autumn's chill;
~~~~~~~~~~~~ragile beauty on a fleeting scene,
~~~~~~~~Caroming seasons on a lonely hill.
~~~~~~~~~~~So man appears, a whisper in the wind,
~~~ A passing thought in time's unconcerned hand,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A story written, ultimately sinned,
~ ~~~~~~~~~Before the final grains of silver sand.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~We rise and fall, as ocean's restless tide,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Where the universe enigmas reside.