Best Curdle Poems

Seafarers shall be saved, though waves may
deem them dead, lost in the ocean's fray
they shall not perish, nor shall they be afraid
nor falter, though their...

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At post teenage 
some day at tea a committee
my mates same age
while seated a round wooden chair
legs crossed, sipping coffee
did asked me

why do you speak...

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Seafarers shall be saved, though waves may
deem them dead, lost in the ocean's fray
they shall not perish, nor shall they be afraid
nor falter, though their...

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Intense emotions surged when justice sought
if I defended wrongful witness brought.
Then I was saved through Daniel; nearly caught.
Accused of sins absurd, derogatory words
from people’s tongues...

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why do we 
still assume that whispered diamond dialects
delicate and sheer
aren't scripted with blades 
that curdle blood-stained musings
as summer symphonies scorch ebony skin
tattooed with dark...

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They were gambling in front of the house.
Manservants and pages bustled about
Serving Suitors who just curse and carouse.
Few mix wine with water. I heard one...

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How Did It Get So Late So Soon?

Lines on my face
How did that happen?
How did it get so late so soon?
Gray-streaked hair
and creaky old joints
How...

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Rongtern Mansion
By M. Taha Effendi

(Verse Libre)

The front door of the mansion mysteriously creaks open,

I freeze.

Hoping to hear a welcoming voice,
But all I hear is the...

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as not you with yarmulke
delivering yogurts past the age of curdle
what you asked from me a cuddle

as in a tent you phantom 
I'll be drooling...

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Near our village lies Taal Bay
Where tides  of  adolescence curdle--
And quite often, the ripples  mirror
The kind whispers and loud groans
From the blended...

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Our only source of water,
the spring lay to the west,
downhill from the house.

Its flow gurgled up
to form a creek which snaked
through a field toward the...

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A skip in my step and a smile as i jump
A tap on the shoulder in my throat forms a lump
Grin as it does and...

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There’s nothing lacking in the thing itself.
In some ways, it’s the very best of us.
It’s not like Marx was some egregious elf,
or Rosa Luxemburg some...

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Villanelle :  Bequeath not an image which is not wholly your own

Bequeath not an image which is not wholly your own
No not all the...

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Issued paper fibers mirror those of the straw bale,
The waters of the great canal through the morning sail.

In spite Venezia was tied, the chairlift was...

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