Best Curdles Poems
I can’t breathe.
It isn’t because I’m upset,
Because I’m not.
Not upset.
I rarely am anymore.
No, that’s wrong.
I am,
Sometimes,
But it’s not painful
Like it used to be
Back when I had real emotions;
Back when I knew what it meant
To be human
And not an empty husk
With nothing going on inside.
I’m a husk,
And God
But it hurts so much
To be empty.
Words echoing,
Screaming,
Always screaming in my head,
Slamming their fists
Against my battered throat,
Tripping over my bloody tongue,
Whispering past my chewed lips
Because all their power
Was lost fighting me.
I’m my own villain,
My own executioner.
I wrap ropes around my neck
And take a leap of faith
Off the nearest building.
My community service?
Suicide.
Wipe my remains off
Of your three-hundred-dollar boots
And forget about the girl
Who used to sit across from you in class
With the saddest smile;
Twisting her depression
Into something almost edible.
Forget about the girl
Who stood for
Everything that burns
And curdles
And breaks.
Forget about the girl
Who used to be okay.
Forget about the girl
Who’s nothing more
Than a streak across the pavement
And a brief vigil in the streets,
An excuse for tears
When she didn’t deserve them
In the first place.
my wife howls bad news
the sauce curdles in the pan
a cat has nine lives
night time’s starlight moon
curdles the whey of longing
clouds mask heart’s desire
trembling arms reach out to you
train whistles haunt the captives
i dip my pen into the ocean of helpless
fluids searching for hopeful cravings
and my blood has rippled in a thousand torrents of expectations...
but do you know that my lungs has torn,shattered and broken on pieced streets and pierced boulevards?
know that i need need not be merged together for i am a victim,curdled on the back of expectations...
you are the lost garment i search for in the holes of a torn garment, do you know how your thoughts reverberates in the hall of my mind ?
ireti,what is the spirit that dwells in you?
tell me your backbone and its custodian..
you break the rocking of my bone and paralyse the swiftness it curdles and wait..you turn my head down on the tongues of hard rocks...
ireti..i am broken
see me emerse my thoughts in the flowing waters of wisdom our fathers hold
and i hold myself with twines of hope weaved by tender tailors with soft hands behind the hopeless garments of expectations...
i am broken...not beyond repair
for i am a victim curdled on the backs of expectations
Sing the rites of evening’s passage
when bleeding moon fires like a wild keeper,
her rosette curves slither in rarest of eclipse
as night sky heaves with quivering breaths.
Oh how she bares the lush of glossed flesh
beckoning all senses to crave her touch;
more red than any pigment of glazed stars
while crescent mouth foretells her swift plight.
Chant! blood of moon curdles in hungry desire
igniting lovers to taste life’s ambrosia;
brief her presence dripping sweet mysticism…
till passion brews before hours nip her spell.
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Dave Wood's Red Moon
4/ 15/ 2014
by nette onclaud
As the maddening tempest darkens,
This gusty night threatens my vulnerability,
When a deluge of woe gushes from a stormy heart
To reflect a tinge of foreboding, of a growing boom--
The ebon cloudburst engulfs this certain
Ramble of an eerie jab in my veins.
Yet, my attitude is numb, so unaffected…
Perhaps this callous notion within knows
I feel this hurricane's frenzy , often.
I don’t know why…
The marrow in my bones curdles, as usual,
A time when a soul grows melancholic
Knowing in the core of turmoil, I need to go away.
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Hurricane Contest Re-submitted 9/12/2017
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
Strange colored skies climb northernly this night
Calling our future with wild deamons eyes
Abscure as the creatures who answer the call
Wild are the answers of the reasons and the faults
Certain as the well swept winds
Alluring in it's grasp fought negatively through single wins
I pray twords the skies and it curdles and swims
Thoughts twords the sun and it scorches my rims
Carry me far enough I can be within your sights
Stash us away and the sun will be bright
Motors may break but oceans will be light
I will stay on the coast and wait
The award I will do is make the evening a minute late
Parched is the gulf as the single minute breaks
Great is the second docks a seperate mans gate
The Earths crust slowly begins to crumble
It quivers, then quakes, it slowly opens, the rivers break
A star is born somewhere, a beautiful new star
Great is the struggle, born from the heavens a small light it makes
The new star pulls, it turns, then it feeds and it's fuel it burns
Gently it orbits following all things it understands
The new star bends it dances it stands
Tancing outwardly as creations comprehend
A continient wavers as the new star binds its brand
It feeds off of our oceans as our tides wash in
It goes just as softly forward and back
As the rays of its placement barrow up to the sun
We watch very carefully because it's damages are already done
Grapefruit floats in milk
But milk curdles in grapefruit
Nouns are funny things
Galactic cowboys mount mysterious steeds
and chase spacey cows at unfathomable speeds!
Lactating in circles they moo as they spray
an interstellar round-up, a real milky way.
It sparkles and glimmers, that distant lactation
as it drenches the galaxy and all of creation.
At heaven we marvel, in some ungodly hour,
at distant milk curdles, already gone sour.
8/21/16
For Contest: Word Play: Galactic
Hosted by: Ir0nic Zink
Anything but spring
I've no time for frivolity
and the increase in daylength
constricts my nocturnal emissions.
The snow is almost gone,
white replaced by mud,
and the red bird's cheery call
curdles the cream
in my morning coffee.
Yet as catkins emerge
from budding willows
and the wind softens
inevitably
comes the time
to break from hibernation.
Reaching to the sky in terror, another helpless victim of an
Inconceivable crime cries out for mercy. Blood curdles as screams
Pierce the night of London town. Who is the madman on the loose
Preying on the defenseless? The answer comes from hell…
Evil is lurking in every shadow. Do not close your eyes. The nightmare is .
Real, sinister, maniacal…No one is safe from Jack.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 10/16/13
For Russell Sivey's Everything Halloween Contest
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quick! grab the soft rose
your hand now aching, bloodied
thorns unconsidered
life's dream isn't always what it suddenly seems in ice cream's melted hope
not when a yearning man is twisted; turning, churning curdles sweet milk sour
carnal captivity, the new little girl's horror, where slavery spreads her legs
life's little trick, survivals mindless instinct, plays it's vicious, ace in the heart card
a zygote's military resolve
an embryo doesn't consider
why
precious life somehow swims forth in a plastic, kiddie plunge
the wet nurse has no degree, but life hangs, by an umbilical balance
dreams are reality thwarted by circumstance
time bides, love does not divide, it grows feral strong with fowl gazes ever watching
forced sharing, twisted family time, memories remain, an anchor in deepest abyss
forward, for a daughter's faint, possible, distant. infinitely small, maybe someday
light, a pinprick, blind chance, endured, survived, conquered with love alone, hero
Amanda Berry:
"You've been looking for me;
Hurry, I'm free now!"
As dusk their line visibly bows
Cropped heads beneath mounds fold
Glum shadows through addle fields row
Listless turrets sprout o'er demarcated woe
Sallowed eyes in bleary sockets rolled
As dusk their line visibly bows
Shocked ears to concussive barrage close
As sighs from clogged lungs are paroled
Raspy shadows through addle fields row
Smoldering smoke in singed heavens glows
Vaporous cloud o'er scout binoculars scrolled
As dusk their line visibly bows
Each rifle into a sterile stack goes
Rumbling caissons to dark corners doled
Steel shadows through addle fields row
The fog of war o'er dazed minds flows
An eerie wind curdles each silent mold
As dusk their line visibly bows
Wispy shadows through addle fields row
Frothy exhaust curdles the Lumpkin
pumpkin
Hard Cider breath exudes from
every male bumpkin
Screamin kids Crab apples into
melted taffy dunkin
Uncle Leroy's flabby ass into
shredded bale sunken
Aunt Polly on the sagging porch
swing drunken
Cousin Marie on sawdust kitchen
floor corn husks shuckin
Baby Liza in corn pone crib goat's
milk from RC botttle suckin
One-eyed Grandpa Moses up at
Bear Cove spelunkin
ephemeral fog
night as cold as witches' breath
lone crow squawks goodnight
(settles on tree branch)
a candle flickers
starlight glows behind thin clouds
city goes to sleep
(earth curdles in mist)
sky sullen and gray
salt tears my crystallized thoughts
bird pecks at my pain
(rain pellets my dreams)