Best Curiosities Poems
Stranger
I adore you
Because you think
I said something worthwhile
And your unsolicited uplifting response
Was that I strummed a chord inside
And made you smile.
Such are the curiosities of chance
Encounters from afar…
As planets and stars collide
Among the stars.
Though we know not why,
When or where
We may be
When the unforeseen collision occurs
Changing the course and destinies
Of traveling bodies forever…
Still,
There’s no denying you and I
Were spinning uncontrollably ‘round and ‘round
‘til we both hit solid ground
As the pull of gravity brought us both
D
o
w
n
Into the infinite
Azure blue atmosphere
Where ideas and words roam free
Waiting for the dust to settle
On poets like you and me.
PS: This one's for Delysia Hendricks
not since i saw your face
have i saw a face so fine
not since then had i wishes
for someone to be mine
not since then has love
entered or left my mind
or faded like the others
with the passage of time
curiosities have waned
of things of interest to find
there is a steady flow
of you going all the time
reaching in and refusing to unwind
a face with just a little
kindness binds
beauty with grace
i deem so divine
if i could place you in my universe
my sun would fill you with warmth
my moon would light your way
through the dark
my stars would remind you
of God's nature and art
the beauty of the constellations
would be my creation of feelings
as numerous as the stars
each shinning in their place
in my soul
each a feeling for you
yet to be told
my earth would set you by the sea
in the tropics where you'd never leave
we'd live like Adam and Eve
on a deserted island just you and me
An inner voice is telling me
To take off these headphones,
Yet listening to these songs:
So soothing to my soul.
It's even telling me
To stop looking into this screen…
Oh how long it's been when I first agreed
In having this fascinating world
Be my mindful sanctuary.
I'm left all alone now, away from Home,
If only His presence were
Inside of these mere things.
Delving within what is supposedly darkness,
I feel as if I subconsciously still
Hold the lamplight of Him in my heart.
Tears bring me to Him, I cry and cry,
Yet no longer did I feel a presence
Of Arms holding me as I lay
In all my cries of loneliness.
An inner voice ss telling me to let go
And give my emotion to Him.
He truly functioned our tears
To eventually release
A fleeting form of joy.
It's even telling me
To give up all my curiosities.
Yet all I want is for Him to watch over me
And to be there, to be a forgiving Father.
Here lies a silver silence, hopelessly violent
embroidered in the corners of my lips,
Steady and stern standing on a steel of stillness,
Then, in a sudden sweep the soil begins its shift,
Why do you keep scaring off the sanctity of gravity?
The very pavement to my soles,
Why do the sounds of our thoughts enhance our virility?
Cause chaotic curiosities,
Why, in the mists of your eyes I feel the undiscovered dreams,
The opaque definition of what a silhouette of the sunsets mean
while a cluster of clouds swim amongst its rays,
Cruel conscience creeping through unopened spaces,
Revealing reasons why must these walls stand,
When they have begun to feel like the simple sands
softly dancing to the swirling sequence of the sea.
Show me the depths of the ocean,
Let the grimness of my heart wade through the gills of all your monsters,
Like a jellyfish in a pile of predators.
Pierce , pin , push or perhaps pull,
Have all and more verbs take their motions onto me,
kindly construct a hidden infirmary for the velocity of what may progress,
Set an anchor through my ribs and sail away to the divine infinite firmament.
I am the hidden, the forbidden, and the lost link
Unto the creature called man?
The basic primal instinct, the raw inner fear,
That quivers within the interior nerve left exposed,
Do I exist, define existence if you so dare?
Habitations inherit divergence, I’m diversity’s
Maligned beast, living on the edge of extinction,
Wishing nothing more than to be left alone.
A child of the wilderness, I so cling to the hardened
Cliff’s roughest point of origin, survivals primitive,
Dangling in the winds of the lost, barely hanging
By mine own finger tips, begging for life,
Yet unable to speak on my own behalf.
Curiosities unseen visitor by night,
I’ll pull back the current of reality if pushed,
I’m the wounded animal screaming within
Humanities darkest nightmares,
Do I exist, reach out beyond your
Limitations comfort zone, and find out?
A creature dwelling within the shadow realm
Of reality, wood knockings echo, that rocks
The mountain tops by the illusions of the
Night moon.
Do I exist, does not a jackal feast beneath
The African eclipse, am I not made of flesh
And bone, come into my wild kingdom researcher,
Here your find the answers you so seek,
But if alive thy leave no promises do I so keep?
Once in fears caverns did our species hide,
Traveling only under the darkness of night.
Driven by the white demons whom didn’t
Understand that which was considered
Different, we became the hunted,
The outcasts, as they livid amongst
The rays of the sunlit world of light.
I am the hidden, the forbidden, and the lost link
Unto the creature called man?
The basic primal instinct, the raw inner fear,
That quivers within the interior nerve left exposed,
Do I exist, define existence if you so dare?
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
A festered quelling of song
Tasting broths of ritualistic intent
Evermore
Nevermore
Can epiphany’s silent facade
Hold me down
Ever
Again
A war of hellos
Goodbyes
I miss you
“Please, come
Home”
The laughable oddity,
I’ve always been here.
They say home is where the heart is.
Yet, it soars thru Heaven’s misunderstandings.
With many peculiar eyes
Tearing in humbled curiosities
And placated heat strokes
Unable to fathom my reach for tomorrow’s message
Life lessons, tuition free,
Unto serenity
Unto serenity,
I awaken into a catharsis for the colors of song
Rather than the backhanded colors of skin
Because our finite heartbeats consist of one rhythm,
One skip
One shade
…
Yet, the time has come, for this heart
To muster up oxygenated infernos
Before I pave incipient paths
Less traveled
Warning
Warning
…
Warning
©Drake J. Eszes – 5/8/2014 (I of III)
“Now something…has kept me here too long. But, they can’t leave me, if I’m already gone.” –R.A.
Water drop
Anguish
Cries
Out
Did I need to taste your sorrow?
She drowned me
While screaming fixated curiosities
Why I would not return
Oblivious to the obvious
Dilapidated wonder-wall
dripping concrete uncertainty
The fusion of incomprehensible dependency
retarding mass exodus of heart
As she cries all over again
I become a ripped towelette
thrown over her tattered neck of loneliness,
rushing into enigmatic corazon
I embrace familiar barrier
blocking out ultraviolet massacres
speaking subdued tongues,
another floating perdition
needing
a new painting against recycled canvas
Sweet dreams made
of
nothing
Did I need to taste the desolate madrigal
that I see running towards conundrum's savior,
still ready to love me tomorrow?
This heart is full.
I remove her weeping moon
searching for crescent bounds,
riding precipitous eclipse
My ears lie against vertigo's throat of irregularities
As she begs for the liar to return home
Because I always mattered
in the end
Allegedly
© Drake J. Eszes
"Forever will a scar remain upon broken ties. Memories serve to both assure and ruin in my eyes." -Anonymous
A good portion of the nation is living out loud
involuntarily, because of invasion of privacy,
Inquisitions prompted by religious affliliations
and racial discriminations,
Private living has become obsolete,
obliterated by accusations, and curiosities,
The American Dream no longer holds the
same meaning for everyone,
Foreigners' lives are plastered on every news edition,
from the products they use, to the foods they eat,
Quiet lives are no longer discreet,
such indignities and inhumane treatments have become
the norm, because spies come in all sizes, shapes and forms,
When will all the mistrust and circumspection end?
Remember, Terrrorists don't lay down roots and pretend to
be friends........,
They are only committed to appearances and ends.
At the top of the stairs there's a musty room
Full of curiosities weird and rare:
Seashells,
Hummingbird nest,
A globe of all the world,
A two-headed snake kept in a jar,
Newspapers from near and far,
Pinecones,
Octopus,
Drawers and drawers of butterflies,
A fossil rock,
Radio,
An ancient arrowhead,
Many, many books are there, just waiting to be read,
A portrait of a woman fair, his sister, I believe,
And up above your head you'll see
A swooping hawk--it's taxidermy.
Inspired by "Big Daddy" Edd Ingram's collection
27 August 2017
When you see me
Do you see beauty and brokenness?
Potential and shattered-ness?
Can you see past my flaws and mistakes?
Wanting perfection is as if holding onto hope lost
But still dance within the fault of our stars
When you say you love me
Is it because of my curves or my inner curiosities?
When you stare at me
Is it because you See hunger of lust Or are you
acting as a scientist researching and figuring me out?
When you see me
Do you see intellengence and Insecurities?
Mystery and madness?
Would you fill me with joy only to leave me?
When you see me
Can you see the empathy and emptiness?
Sophistication and sympathy?
Can you make my imperfection into something greater than the Great Depression?
When you see me
Do you see the leading urge I have or The loneliness I feel?
When you look in my eyes
Do you see the waving and ocean drive of depression
When you see me
Do you see my focus and disorder?
Not like the missing chromosome but the one where I always feel alone
When you see me
Do you see me or an invisible figure?
When you see me
See me for more than what my skin and curves is worth
When you see me
Do you see my inner beauty more than my outer
When you love me
Love me for me, cause when I Love I love Hard
Love me for my inner me and personality
Not what God has put on me or made of me
Because I am me
I will forever be me and I can not change for thee
Gravity is a cage, welded by God.
To confine greed and selfish curiosities.
To restrain this plague called us.
This lonely orb should be allowed to colonize.
Ingest life from deep space eyes.
Follow a rainbow to its end.
Bend time around our wishes.
Sleep in the seams of space.
Offer a rosary to an alien race...
and pray their hearts are different from ours.
The skull suffocates the brain.
Keeps us from knowing our truest destiny.
The brain should be allowed to drift about
like a great red storm cloud.
Sniffing God out.
Travel at the speed of mind.
Ingest today and times gone by.
Feed all there is to feed.
See all there is to see.
I am the hidden, the forbidden, and the lost link
Unto the creature called man?
The basic primal instinct, the raw inner fear,
That quivers within the interior nerve left exposed,
Do I exist, define existence if you so dare?
Habitations inherit divergence, I’m diversity’s
Maligned beast, living on the edge of extinction,
Wishing nothing more than to be left alone.
A child of the wilderness, I so cling to the hardened
Cliff’s roughest point of origin, survivals primitive,
Dangling in the winds of the lost, barely hanging
By mine own finger tips, begging for life,
Yet unable to speak on my own behalf.
Curiosities unseen visitor by night,
I’ll pull back the current of reality if pushed,
I’m the wounded animal screaming within
Humanities darkest nightmares,
Do I exist, reach out beyond your
Limitations comfort zone, and find out?
A creature dwelling within the shadow realm
Of reality, wood knockings echo, that rocks
The mountain tops by the illusions of the
Night moon.
Do I exist, does not a jackal feast beneath
The African eclipse, am I not made of flesh
And bone, come into my wild kingdom researcher,
Here your find the answers you so seek,
But if alive thy leave no promises do I so keep?
Once in fears caverns did our species hide,
Traveling only under the darkness of night.
Driven by the white demons whom didn’t
Understand that which was considered
Different, we became the hunted,
The outcasts, as they livid amongst
The rays of the sunlit world of light.
I am the hidden, the forbidden, and the lost link
Unto the creature called man?
The basic primal instinct, the raw inner fear,
That quivers within the interior nerve left exposed,
Do I exist, define existence if you so dare?
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Veined whispers
floating
Coursing freely
releasing
Physically subjugated
creating
Cosmic reeling
exploding
Tempestuous yearning
drumming
Precariously woven
flaming
Passionately related
speaking
Metaphysical tounges
wagging
Scientific lifelines
swimming
Spiritual pathways
howling
Refutable rituals
shocking
Collective intensity
breathing
Abstract heartbeats
bouncing
Seering unregrettable
dreaming
Youthful precocious
swallowing
Backwards intelligence
submerging
Majestic depths
professing
Realities perspective
minding
Childlike curiosities
reliving
From the dust of Earth I came
A dry unnamed brittle soul
Before life’s humid breath
Filled my chest with curiosities
And you cast from pallid bone
Alabaster innocence and life’s sweet milk
Slipped from me as I dared to dream
Perchance of you to come
She, who was given to me
To help bear my every burden
Gifting to me sweet life as
Partner, lover, mother and friend
She, the beauty of true feminine spirit
Whose every soft line and thoughtly curve
Was created for only my adoration
…And I only for hers.
Creative credos and problems of form
curiosities with beautiful attributes.
Two things in one,pure noble and true.
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