Best Curved Poems
Curved coconut tree
holds a ballerina pose
worthy of applause
My view from the balcony paints the sky cobalt blue
Unaware of the maple tree that ferociously swings
Quivering its shadows at the behest of gusty winds
As fluttering green leaves filter gilded rays through
As clouds move in, evening calls out the golden sun
For forfeiting its reign of the vibrant orange horizon
When pitter-patter's heard in blooming rose garden
Emanating petrichor from fragrance of summer fun
When the fleeting storm moves on it's all over soon
As faded light emerges from somber eyes of dark
The sky now resembles a painting on curved glass--
Periwinkle on tangerine runes enticing bashful moon
June 1, 2018
Placed 3rd: Standard contest 400 by Brian Strand
curved ruffled beauty
softness pale in morning's light
pink flushed with dew
(June 2nd, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
the croissant curved
is now no longer to be served
said Tesco, spreading it
has so many people dreading it.
senators seeing stapled starkers
Loopholes. Lanky long. Llama Klamath llama please do not lean on those bent gables. For gables are gargling and gargling sounds very eerily similar to a gaggle of geese. Mission endeavour is a plane in a prism. A pram. Circling. But not a curdled crisp. Boot not a rebooted tooting train. For trains are teams and team is neither a steam locomotive nor a mystified heron on a penny farthing. Part board part hoard and a collapsing crash of hands. Figure a fakery is an idiomatic meaning of a didactic form of unilaterally placed flowers. And the beak says hi. But not before the fire arrives in a bowl of plankton. At noon. In a square. If travelling in a circular ship travel light and only carry one tray, one mug, a beaker, a wheel, and a supernaturally charged frog. Interesting to note how the enhanced forms of wit is involved in intergalactic war games. Playing on a two ton tea towel. Very very heavy. Heavy rock and heavy metal is in a school eating cereal at the back of a classroom. Haha. And the deafening boom of bell brings balls to halls and hallowed singing in a line. Youth yawn yearly. And a little micro dot of a hedgehog plays the bass guitar with a sparrow, a nine foot semi eroded dustbin, a mentally disturbed earwig, a corrupted cucumber, and a non digestible house brick. Wow. Such enlightenment from a factory of frozen peas. Hahaha the wine is in the winds. Hahaha message board secret speaking to a pen. Hahaha number of stolen goods dancing with the police. How apolitical and jar of gold coasting coats. Xxxxx Palladian ponies. Xxxxx geometrical gnome. Xxxxx synchronous swanky swans. X uncharacteristically z z z z z. At 689% of a slice of pear cider. Personified x
Rainbow lips smiling shaped my joy
I heard birds of paradise singing
as she spoke
When she was asking me
for directions,
my thoughts got lost in translation
Such virgin beauty was foreign to me,
a battle-scarred heart
vegetated marching
to the skin war of the sexes drumbeat
I drank the poison potion before,
and died emotionally
A tempting pain elixir
that pleasure seeped into the belly —
It turned my legs to jelly,
had my dinner desires microwaved telly
Got my brain screaming: Whoa, Nellie!
Now I’m wondering,
what in the curved V is wrong with me
This dual repeat
is happening with much stronger
aorta telltale intensity
Inward prisoner of hope
got iron cell released
And I don’t even know her name, yet ...
But a baby ask
is gonna feed my curiosity
High pitch fever ~ daydream revelry
Helium infatuated new love
has inflated my dual inward curved V
Uncovering your breasts
and waist,
you become half-eaten.
Disaffection
fathere a child.
The intimacy was
false. There were anger and theatrics.
The paternity suit falls
flat. The boundaries between
underthings are torn.
Painting the self-portrait
I had made a cut on my face
for you to bleed.
With a flick of hand
you wipe out the whole future.
Satish Verma
I
If space is empty, just nothing, total void -
How can our best minds admit "space is curved"?
II
O the space that inhabits even carnal flesh
More space between organs, atoms than ... what's dense
III
I'll die and return to dust, education makes me think -
Spirit says, "NO THING connects through NO THINK"
IV
My mind is awareness ever, never in my brain
Mind is Supreme Space kidnapped by THE thoughts-train.
(c)Deo, shalom-shabbat shalom!
Thousands of flowers are awaken
On the rippling eyes of the pond
Flying wings embrace the wind
Through the sky emptiness
In the eye shadow
My breath sleeps sole
Smile pieces
Into
Love
©Mahtab Bangalee
Cursed by the autumn
With a lost decorum
Lies the shrunk oaken leaf
As though full of grief
Curled and furled
Within winds of time whirled
As though swirled and twirled
Isn’t this a ruthless world?
Yet she comforts the little cat
That naps as though within a mat.
With autumnal lethargy
Hugging her heartily
Why the curved sword, Joshua?
"The signal for the ambush,
And a wily subterfuge!
Ai will be reaped by Yahweh.
The whole field, corners, too.
No one will be left to gather.
He exposes Ai's warriors-
The burning city behind,
The ravine in front,
The king of Ai is a fool,
Leaving the city undefended.
Presumptive pride's defeat!
There can be no refuge,
When there's no Substitute,
When Yahweh attacks His enemies."
Why the curved sword, Son of Man?
"The Earth's harvest is ripe,
I must reap swiftly and fully!
Big Lie Country will be reaped,
The Son will proceed to judge,
Earth's bad grapes are over-ripe!
I will swing the curved sword,
Gather in the bad grapes,
And toss them into the wine press!
Fools say there is no God,
Calling evil good and good evil.
Presumptive pride's defeat!
The rocks cannot hide them,
When they reject the Substitute,
When the Son attacks His enemies."
Then I saw the winepress of God,
Where the blood of bad grapes
Reached the height of horses' bridles
For a distance of 200 miles.
But blessed are those,
Who die in the Lord,
For there's no sin in Him.
Our Substitute redeems!
curved arrows side by side in similitude ~ sonorous couple sleeping
2/22/2018
when off path have swerved
punished for crime when he curved
justice has been served
CURVED CONTORTION
rainbow
manifestation
of
twisted
fervent
melange
paints
linen
of
frayed
longing
as
sanguinity
sonata
nonsensical
noise
of
soul’s
surreptitious
resonance
within
leitmotif
of
life
in
existential
lattice
distorts
essence
embedded
in
convoluted
conscience
deviant
I blame it for the pain
As i try and understand its secrets
As it’s forms and folds wraps itself around me
Its supposed to protect the me from the world
But I cannot make sense of the curved markings painted across it
im supposed to take care of it
keep it smooth
perfect for the picture
but i am ashamed
of what its become
loud
and hidden
this side
of my skin