Best Comfortably Poems
Oh now sad frog located on the sandy beach
Emotions raging around the body as an Icelandic volcano
burning holds in a vice grips deeply
Stranded in the cemetery of broken hearts
It is as if parts of the heart where torn out
shreaded from the body without an anesthesia
Deep arrow strikes in Golden Sunshine beams
Maybe he worry for no reason
Warm thoughts sail faraway yonder
An endless sandy beach, white as snow
washed with the blue ocean in brilliant yellow sunlight
Singing dreams kissing lips hold an oasis close
She drinks his kiss as if one could never get enough
In the hot summer sun burning heart yearns
It does not matter what it is
or where it leads them
as long as it creates an inner glow
Singing sizzles relighting loves croaking flames
Infatuation may be coming - but volatile
ignites when paper lips hold tears prisoner
Positively resonated does not appear out of the blue
Falling salt seasoned spice
Trail seeking light
This is a powerful and invigorating moment
Jumping angry to paradise
Shedding the green shirt of a Queen
She was cold, but the sun stroked her
soft and warm over the cheeks
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 26.06.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
ARE YOU SITTING COMFORTABLY
Poor Beryl had terrible piles
So painful, they stuck out for miles
With help from her finger
Her piles did not linger
Now comfy, she sits there and smiles!
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A gent from the South Scottish Isles
had terribly painful large piles
when he tried to sit down
he would grimace and frown
soft cushions he hoards in big piles!
syllable counter used 'how many syllables' 8,8,6,6,8
11~11~ 2014
poem revised for contest 18~11~14
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Sponsor: Roy Jerden
I’m dining with my cousin Giles
Who disclosed he’d terrible piles
He’s wriggly and twitchy
Cos his butt’s so itchy
His visage is sad, there’s no smiles
He’d tried using soft margarine
This process had just made him scream
So he did not linger
With his index finger
But Anusol worked like a dream
I said it was my understanding
That surgeon ‘s do hemorrhoid banding
But if he has it done
Sitting down he may shun
On this subject I won’t be expanding!
Next time I saw my Cousin Giles
They’d successfully removed his piles
So he can sit down
No trace of a frown
And Giles is chock full of smiles
10/09/21
Oh now sad frog located on the sandy beach
Emotions raging around the body as an Icelandic volcano
burning holds in a vice grips deeply
Stranded in the cemetery of broken hearts
It is as if parts of the heart where torn out
shreaded from the body without an anesthesia
Deep arrow strikes in Golden Sunshine beams
Maybe he worries for no reason
Warm thoughts sail faraway yonder
An endless sandy beach, white as snow
washed with the blue ocean in brilliant yellow sunlight
Singing dreams kissing lips hold an oasis close
She drinks his kiss as if one could never get enough
In the hot summer sun burning heart yearns
It does not matter what it is
or where it leads them
as long as it creates an inner glow
Singing sizzles relighting loves croaking flames
Infatuation may be coming - but volatile
ignites when paper lips hold tears prisoner
Positively resonated does not appear out of the blue
Falling salt seasoned spice
Trail seeking light
This is a powerful and invigorating moment
Jumping angry to paradise
Shedding the green shirt of a Queen
She was cold, but the sun stroked her
soft and warm over the cheeks
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 26.06.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Slashed lines’ frequency extends
Neon-freckled wormhole ride
Unstable tide rocks the set
Slashed lines’ frequency extends
Ivory starlight, synthetic decay
Shape distorting abyssal cry
Slashed lines’ frequency extends
Neon-freckled wormhole ride
I am getting to be comfortably numb,
And I am not the one on drugs.
As I watch those around me get lost in the darkness,
Too many for so long—I use to hang on-
Not give up and keep fighting for them.
As each one falls, my strength weakens.
They make their own choices-
I can lead, beg and plead—
But they continue borrow and steal.
They cannot see but three minutes in front of them…
I am becoming numb to it--slowly it happens.
Just another step in the process.
Some kind of sanity, I need to restore.
This mamma can’t take much more.
Hope has faded and my spirit is shattered.
I will have to love them all from afar.
It has reached that point—my heart is broken.
The stress and pain—it is almost too much to bare.
Our town lays another young person to rest.
I was lucky to have seen her smile.
We ate tarts and chit chatted awhile.
Those that have passed flash through my head.
There is no rules for admission-- just a choice.
That choice turns into addiction.
Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao
i know what you know
i know one of us has to go
one of us has to become an ex-resident
and that takes precedent
we used to be able to calmly speak
but your pummelling of my body left me weak
restraining orders meant nothing to you
so you just kept up doing the horrid things you do
well i'm finally rid of you and my life is going well
and everyday i pray you'll end up in hell
treading water in the lake of fire
you, a woman beater and prolific liar
Why I can't move,I'm just suffocating
Why evoke negative feelings in me
Why fill me with hope
Were you seeking some attention?
Why I can't move
I'm just suffocating
Why evoke negative feelings in me
Why fill me with hope
Were you seeking some attention?
I don't where I'm going
I just feel like walking
Never looking back
Why do you generate this power over me?
Don't change your criticism into request
Why put my heart's feelings to a test?
Now i don't know where I belong
Or if i belong.........
Do i just want to be gone?
Were you so oblivious and blind
Your words of sorry are hard to digest
Why did you get to be the only one deciding?
Tears start flowing from my eyes
I don't know how to stay strong
I just feel like I'm loosing all control
All i know is my head wont stop pounding.
My heart hurts
Im numb
Was i your obsession to ease your depression
Was it was all a lie?
Nothing but wasted time
Why does it hurt so much?
I just want to know why?
Written with help from a poetry friend, my verses are in bold..
In my mind I'm falling into a darkening welcoming abyss
I'm smiling as I fall knowing there's lives in loving bliss
So many moments of my past in contribute they be
That decide my tomorrow's to become eternally free
Witnessing marvellous moments that my eyes caressed
It's just a matter of time when I've reached my quest
Memories aplenty caress my minds awaiting succumb
Wishing I could play the guitar, before comfortably numb
the needle pushes in her face
a kiss and the wall scratches
higher naked searching cracks
for an exit you scream soldiers
planes flash back and forth flying
a room fills with angry anxious
voices shadows growing tall
corpses rise flowers swallow
space white crosses over graves
praying mantis mothers explode
down the endless fluorescent
hall your lifted into the
long black limo ripping worms
from your face
Cancerous treason
Of this Human Race
It's what my father
Had to face
Why it fires
No one knows
It gets a grip
And grows and grows
What sets this vengeance
Of Human Life
To take a Husband
Or a Wife
To venture
Take our Children too
In our race
What do we do?
Expenditure helps to cure
Hopefully be so sure
Eradicate this evil C
From all of you and me
All as it can become
Why families are
Comfortably numb
.
I imagine relief while feeling comfortably numb...
anesthetized courtesy central air
analogous to gulping down
a tall glass of ice cold water,
which equals ultimate thirst quencher,
especially for those
experiencing onset dehydration,
the following poetic opinion/editorial
shared by yours truly, a former consumer
who quaffed truckloads sugary and sports drinks
found mine once sculpted baby boomer body
undergoing gender reorientation, particularly
nondescript breasts incrementally found
busting (rivaling playboy bunny chest)
necessitated this garden variety
NON GMO gluten free husband
"papa," an endearment
addressed by the missus
puzzled when her
brassieres went missing
loathe to believe what sounded
like cock and bull story
embarrassed, yet finally
relented into pestiferous
inquisitiveness hen pecking wife,
she stood agape, after I dare bare
unclothed upper torso revealed
floppy, limp biscuit sagging
sorry excuse for bosom
hence necessitating yours truly
to resort as partial crossdresser,
yet never foreseeing
anatomical morphology transforming
(analogous to mushroom popping up
following bucketloads of rain)
thus went cold turkey,
(as attested by this gobbledygook)
to swear off high caloric non nutritious
popular beverages
(generating bajillions dollars),
and additionally forced non chipper infowar
i.e. internal three ring circuits
uncivil insurrection
(a tad more'n eighteen months ago)
as weeks elapsed months
(this unplanned resolution
dated June seventeenth
two thousand twenty two),
discarded over the shoulder boulder holder
in tandem with exercise
few times per week
alternating plying twenty pound dumbbells
and exercising viz pedaling
(quasi bicycle) machine
a pronounced reduction
saved me big bucks
undergoing cosmetic (Liposuction) surgery!
As I lay here comfortably
I’m starting to blind time
Cause your feeling flows through mine
Kiss me colorfully soft…
Can’t escape, butterflies
Fly through my stomach til’ I’m intoxicated
Singin’ high notes then low…you wrap…so complicated
And I love that they relate them
Studio flows to the movement of the notes…
This far in, some couldn’t cope
Does hope really float?
Can you rock the boat
Make loudness so silent
Feelings go mutual like the beat so dope…
Wonder what cloud 9 with lyrics is like
The temptation I fight
I want to move you like my inspirations move me
From day to night I think….
I just might feel you spiritually
When I’m surrounded in your notes
I lose focus of reality
I’m slipping…
Off the edge that I live on so freely…
I just wanna flow with you…fall with you…
Lip syncing to the beats of your creativity within me
Then I open my eyes and sink beneath my blankets…
I realize…… I was just dreaming
As I lay here comfortably
By: Aleasha A. Martin
Beyond the world of reality..
There is an imaginary land of solitude n peace...
This land is infertile...
It does not cultivate tension..stress...pain..frustration...
As this land does not have the minerals of feelings n emotions
The climate at this place is very soothing...there is neither the greenery of happiness nor the breeze of care..there neither the raindrops of sorrow nor the lightening of pain....the entire climate is just numb...detached from each n every feeling...
I'm searching for this mysterious n appealing land...
I wanna get the experience of that numbness....want to shut down all d emotions..feelings...thoughts n worries...n want to travel through the imaginary Chanel of my soul to search the unknown person "the real me" which is hidden somewhere inside me....
Because Numbness is the only thing which can take you beyond the fake world of happiness n sadness...
I don't want to earn or learn...
Right now wat i need is just to be comfortably Numb....
It is a young person’s world
We are taking up room
Saying clever things
Being witty for no reason
Young people cannot hear us
They are too busy living their lives
Living their journey,
Plotting and planning wonderful things
That we dare not think about any more.
It is a young person’s world
Yet here we are,
Laughing and chortling
Over stories from the seventies and the eighties,
stories we think they will be eager to hear
Yet they cannot
for at a certain age
we have become
comfortably invisible
like a soundless clock
or a comfy chair.