Best Deflates Poems
Will you still love me…when my lustrous black hair your fingers are ever drawn to,
turns thin and dull and gray?
When that youthful glow and my rosy cheeks wrinkle and my beauty fades?
Will you still love me…When you no longer recognize the sultry sway of my hips?
The sparkle in my eyes goes flat, along with the full pout of my lips?
Will you still love me…When the smile you love is lost, one by one…when all you see when I grin at thee, is my pink, and toothless gums?
Yes, but will you really still love me…When my lovely figure deflates like a balloon? When all my rounded curves dry up, as well as my once fertile womb?
Will you still love me…if my thoughts become lost in time? My once sharp wit grows dull, and disease invades my mind?
Will you still love me…When my youth is gone and time has taken its toll?
For I know I'll still love you,my dear…because I love your soul.
Categories:
deflates, age, beauty, love, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Shadows of yesterday eclipse reality,
but in hope lies my dreams;
mired in doubt and frustration, I'm left waiting.
Waiting for love's elusive touch, indulging in pleasures
that are never enough; always wanting more,
and as fledgling feelings flex
impatient wings; I wait.
When desire suddenly morphs into lust,
and love is consigned to dreams;
it means the lies have won
and I'm left waiting
for a better tomorrow; so close,
and yet, still, I wait.
Failure deflates inflated egos,
allowing time for thoughts to gestate.
Happiness can't thrive chained to tears,
and trust is essential to make love real;
so, I wait.
It doesn't help to cry when steeped in hurt,
for this too, will pass,
and I'll do what I've always done;
wipe away my tears, and wait.
My whole life is spent waiting;
waiting for that perfect someone, the right moment,
the time, the inclination,
and the willpower to do something;
anything; other than wait!
Categories:
deflates, feelings, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
In the land of laundry, I search high and low,
for missing socks - wondering where do they go?
Each morning, I search for a matching pair,
but they seem to have disappeared into thin air.
They were together in my washing machine,
I set the right temperature for them to clean.
I saw how they frolicked in soapy delight,
then placed them in the dryer to warm their wet plight.
Perhaps they eloped on a wild escapade,
or is there a sock monster renegade?
Stealing mismatched socks to make you vexed,
such a dilemma leaves the mind perplexed.
Does the sock monster consume them for dinner?
Or are they traded as a money spinner?
Or maybe they're hiding in some secret lair,
giggling at me with a mischievous glare.
Maybe to them it's just a humorous game,
but wearing odd socks can cause bullying shame.
The main issue though, that always irritates,
is new socks mean my bank balance deflates.
I've looked everywhere, beneath every chair,
but those sneaky socks don't care my feet are bare.
They vanish like ghosts in the hush of the night,
leaving me confused from this sockless spite.
So here I sit with a solitary sock,
feeling defeated, dazed from the after shock.
Thinking it's a relief, that I don't wear frocks
and I should protect my drawers with padlocks!!!
Categories:
deflates, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
“Life is thickly sown with thorns, and I know no other remedy than to pass quickly through them. The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us.” Voltaire
In sapphire skies, so soft, serene and fair,
a balloon floats adrift in tepid air.
Nonchalant it hovers without a care.
Over and under clouds like they're not there.
It's mindful not to burn from the sun's glare.
keeping clear from branches, so not to tear.
At peace it seems, wandering unaware,
until a storm forms to cause it despair.
Gruesome gales force it to blow everywhere,
grim rain has no mercy for its welfare.
Breathless, it deflates into disrepair,
plunging, it no longer looks debonair.
The pursuit of life can become unfair,
just like the thickly sown thorns of Voltaire.
Categories:
deflates, analogy,
Form:
Hybronnet
Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.
Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.
Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.
Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.
My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.
Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.
Categories:
deflates, adventure, angst, confusion, dark,
Form:
Bio
Happiness is like a balloon.
It comes in all different shapes, sizes, and colors.
Sometimes you might lose it, or someone takes it away.
Sometimes it pops or deflates.
But you must have the will to blow up a new balloon,
knowing no one else can do that for you.
For then, it wouldn’t be your balloon.
Categories:
deflates, analogy, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
My secret cries are my pains I hide, hidden from the world to see.
Hidden so intense my soul became debility of weakness.
My heart hinders to collapse and deflates.
Completely of decay, secretly lessen for the amounts of importance.
Shedding everyday by natural process, my cries are easier to hide.
Hidden behind my diluted mask of faulty smiles, I portray when you are around.
As I wear with grace, deceiving you with an illusion of happiness.
I die a little more inside.
A cast away of pain, a cavity is what I became.
Over dosing the quantity heartbreak, so overwhelmed my heartaches. Now begin causing the feeling of great sorrow, never wanting to see tomorrows.
My secret cries of agony, a thought to die is where my truth lies.
Memories are influencing misery, emotionally and physically.
What hides behind my smile is vulnerability.
My cries vocalize, overflowing with tears burns my insides.
My heart is a furnace that burns for cremating my flesh of lies.
Keeps me feeling, as thou I am no longer alive.
Always walking through the crowd with my head up high, fore these feelings no one will ever find.
My secret cries therefore shall die when I die.
Then there will be no longer any secret cries to hide.
Nevertheless, until the day I leave this earth, my cries shall stay buried alive.
Categories:
deflates, death, depression, life, sad,
Form:
Light Verse
Sunday in February
a pigskin
deflates on the one yard line.
Categories:
deflates, lost,
Form:
Haiku
Faking feelings is what you do best,
undermining hope with false feelings.
And deceived by lust's many guises,
increased your vulnerability.
Fantasy divides reality
into darkening shades of despair.
And feeling all alone, you struggle,
believing that no one even cares.
Anger fuels your disappointment,
while jealousy extorts love's absence.
And truth provides little protection
from the bittersweet lies that flatter.
Sadness deflates inflated egos,
allowing time for thoughts to gestate.
Happiness cannot be chained to tears;
Love requires trust to make it real.
Spent on a splurge of self-deception;
Hope is the last treasure you deplete.
While frustration is a side effect
of dreams scuttled on the rocks of doubt.
Loneliness lies heavy on your heart,
but a smile masks the pain you're feeling.
And yet plastic smiles, like cheap jewels,
have no value, but to veil your tears.
Categories:
deflates, angst, depression, heartbreak, loneliness,
Form:
Blank verse
Brainwaves, restless energy, lighting up the stadium. Munching
pistachio nuts, hedging my bets on the home team. Cold skin,
transmitting neural code back to ground zero, to be filed under
January. The smallest planet in my galaxy, cold, dark and lifeless.
The quiet circle of eyes, dried out eyes. Pushed and pulled,
a circumference of asteroids, charged by the kinetic
energy of their own protons, neutrons, electrons. Randomly
pairing off and splitting up in slow, January winter night cold motion.
The music plays again, a familiar battle hymn. Like a stoked fire,
the asteroids perk up under orders from ground zero. Dancing,
shouting into space, an aching proxy for the human race. Degrading
sound waves and a return to the numbing stasis of cold faces.
The spectacle finally grinds to an end, the stadium lights power down,
the frozen galaxy deflates in another unpaid tribute to the home team.
Categories:
deflates, loss, sports, winter, home,
Form:
Sonnet
Joyful child runs to the sea
following footsteps
in red,
spattered
sand
She stops mid stride,
a gasp
deflates her
as blue
turns to
red
Blood soaked devils
stab
and slash
and
laugh
Tears fall
and she runs
away
in terror.
The teacher, the neighbour
and the whaler
kill innocents
Categories:
deflates, child, fear, sad,
Form:
Free verse
As the head emerges
from the womb of soil,
brightly declaring its birth
in the scream of birds,
the new day is born,
a life to live to night,
as the body travels in its path,
as the head held high, aloof!
Hiding behind veils of cloud,
breaking and slicing through
as it gazes upon the ground,
a humbled beggar to his shoe.
And then it reaches the height of its career,
as shadows flee and hide in reverential fear.
But then it topples from its ladder,
the inevitable decline,
until in its retirement,
it gets to end of line.
And then it is pierced by the spears of Cyprus trees;
it deflates slowly, and flattens
as it plunges to the ground
and the feathered choir sings songs of praise
as the day’s last trumpet sound.
And to earth it returns,
to earth where it was born,
dust to dust,
ash to ash,
tomorrow,
to be re-born!
Categories:
deflates, earth day, life, sun,
Form:
Free verse
Unsteady stride, feeling weak, deflates any thought of pride. I have to pull it
together, find my stride.
Caught with my guard down, never saw it coming, the blow to my heart was
painfully numbing. Feel like I'm stuck on a merry-go-round, going in circles, never
gaining any ground.
I've been smitten by love many times in my life, but never before been cut to the
bone by such a cruel knife.
Categories:
deflates, lost love
Form:
Free verse
A dead man
Golu was 3 then, on our way to school, he gave me directions as I drove, saw one man lying motionless in blood pool, he could easily make out the man was dead.
"What's dead I can now tell you mom" he said. I was curious to know his thoughts. He told me that as the tyre goes flat when it deflates since air is gone, the body will lie still when all the blood is gone. Appreciating thoughtful concepts of my bright little kid, I told him that there was more for us to be dead, and the air in mention was actually the parting soul.
As the tyres go flat, he now firmly believes that the soul must have left.
Written May 4th, 2016
For contest by The Seeker
Based on a true event that happened in 1998
Categories:
deflates, cool, death,
Form:
Prose
The instigator relates, we cheer.
Deflates nay Sayers
The instigator retraced all fears
Detest all stares
The instigator dissects dialect
The instigator obliges his faith
What phase? The instigator
Emblazed freeze gaze.
Counsels full LAWS.
Legal eagle at the cause.
The instigator has
FAME No game.
The instigator takes flight
Ignites surprise
Do fly red eye
Nice GUY GOOD GUY
GOOD BYE
Categories:
deflates, red, relationship, social,
Form:
Sonnet