Best Digressing Poems
I bleed poetry to heal through
midnight confessions.
Mistress’s ink does not seek
your caramelized validation;
it has no desire to please
your feed of presumed perfection.
I’ve never tamed this
skill as an online profession;
this is just an unbreakable obsession~
I’m drowning in for a distraction.
Don’t question my
hazy metaphors,
veiled away from towering
thorns of introspection,
too vague and meaningless
for the skies adorned
with sleeping stars.
These scribbles of sentimental
symbolism may cause
digressing reactions,
for I’ve been sewing a
waltzing nightmare,
whilst counting syllables
within concocted connotations,
surfing through wicked
schemes of sunset-colored
sestinas to sunflower sonnets.
Now I knit hyacinth haikus
in honeysuckle hues,
woven from pristine petals
amidst wilting wilderness,
awaiting twilight that
would awaken words written
in repetitive refrains,
reigniting the flames
between spaces on fragrant pages,
so dreams will no longer
be more peaceful
than the air I breathe.
Although these lines
do not rhyme with teal-green
tides that sketch
turquoise beginnings,
I still hope time can maybe
guide this canvas home.
Categories:
digressing, deep,
Form:
Free verse
Watching a Sunset
Sunset in the sky, in colorful splendor
Sunset of life, a remembrance of blunders
Sunset of love, a matter of dejection
As love once was of unstinted affection.
A play of oranges, golds and reds in sky
As a posse of thoughts are passing me by.
Digressing to dream of a golden mountain
And a falling sun filtering through fountains
I flit back to view the spectacle in the sky
Now, a poetic play of hues as, home, birds fly.
For Skat's contest on 27/6/2013
Categories:
digressing, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Themes are overlapping
The current keeps criss crossing
Dreaming and digressing depressing and unkind
Mish mash meandering in a labyrinth of minds
Wonder lost.....fingers crossed....
Misdiagnosed and so stupidly maintained
Disjointed mistake.....
Contorted remorse
No kingdom no horse
Replaying the scene
Rehearsing the song ... unmended
Keep doing wrong
How do I check my tongue?
Why does it always come out wrong?
Ill get forgiven - of course
And then I transcend it - much worse
Imprinted my thinking - not right
I keep on repeating .... my plight
Until I get along, its best I walk alone
How to undo this old refrain
Your spirit I fractured - time and again
Categories:
digressing, introspection, pain,
Form:
Free verse
Life of a stereotype me not
Doing the actions I forgot
Like freezing when I should be hot
Digressing your opinion of a plot
Doing little when expected of a lot
If I don’t have it, then what do I got
A loose rope with a knot
Or cold piss in a pot
With the gun of truth, here’s my shot
Of the life of a stereotype me not
Categories:
digressing, depression, hope, life, teen,
Form:
Rhyme
The Cotswolds are a bunch of hills in rural England's heart
They're green and rolling, full of sheep that frolic, bleat and fart.
People come from far and wide to hike the Cotswold Way,
And from Bath to Chipping Campden lovely views enhance their stay.
The villages and towns each have a unique English charm,
And when the sun shines on those hills there's joy on every farm.
The cows and pigs and chickens temporarily forget their fate,
That tomorrow or the next day they'll be on somebody's plate.
The dry stone walls meander through the fields o'er hills and dales,
And from the very top you can unluckily see Wales,
A country full of Welshmen waving leeks and daffodils,
Who sing too much and abuse their sheep amongst their rugged hills.
I'm digressing, it's the Cotswolds that’s the topic of this ode,
There's beauty round every corner of each winding country road.
So when in England, to the Cotswolds drive without delay,
You won't regret it, honestly, you'll love it every day.
My buttocks both rejoice whene'er those hills come into view,
I love those gorgeous Cotswolds, and I know that you will too.
Categories:
digressing, beautiful, beauty, daffodils, england,
Form:
Rhyme
In this story the leaves are digressing,
In another, perhaps I shall too
With warm feelings and autumn shades tinting my view
We go along the path at a crisp clip
High heels and rubber soles
Trench coats and scarves fluttering
Scandalously in our rush to understand
The literature hidden between the flesh and the spirit
Soul on soul, deciphering in motion
Picturesque and ugly
Please Smile for me when the camera blinks
When that moment is gone and this photograph is all I have
Along with dangerous conversations of how we shall eventually Fall
Life Kafka, like Vonnegut, Marquez,
Slaughtering ourselves 5 over 5 times,
Armageddon in Retrospect
Metamorphosing within
100 years of Solitude
Loving in times of Cholera,
And we plummet beyond the help of our seasoned knowledge of devotion
Past the neurotic winters of Kerouac
Beyond the springs of Plath
Over and gone the summers of Margaret Mitchell and ironclad romance
To Fall
To the Inferno of the ground below
Through nine different hells
To end up where they started from
Dust begets dust
Dante in Love
All Muted in translation
In death, empty words shattering like
The Crimson leaf
Silenced in the psyche of la fabrication d'amour
Skeletons of desire
Lynched in the closets
The bedrooms,
Dusty and leather-bound
Black on ébène
Starved and lonely
The sound of Autumn on Leaves
Categories:
digressing, seasonsautumn, autumn, , literature,
Form:
Free verse
Have you ever heard the cry of the broken hearted?
Whose heart bleeds as it pleads as a result to losing, the one girl, he needs
Humble your heart and mind and access with empathy; well enough to perceive it clearly
I must warn you, it’ll be the worst cry you’ll ever hear, because it’s awfully too near to fear
Like how raindrops can replace your tears’ flowing outwardly from the inside
Falling like thunder-hunted by a lightning spear, shredding your thoughts to wander
As to what reality will be like to a dreamer, who cannot sleep; as he weeps and leaps?
Chasing memories which doesn’t exist coz’ he cannot resist but he persist on insisting, anyway
Whereas his heart plays jaggedly with the cards of sorrow, one bluff-it’s goodbye tomorrow
He bellows… like a rollercoaster ride, knowing, it’ll come again and again, turning boys to men
Turning strong men weak and feeble men weaker-all because he tried again, to seek her
All because he thought he needs her-He truly believes and grieves like thieves
Stealing time that was never his to reminisce inside a kiss only to see it spun onto this
Where his world gets weary as his eyes get teary watching the past unfolds to less than a theory
I digress, hoping that it’ll all be over in one second or less, unless, all, is but a test
I digress from digressing further, because everything’s a blur-like a nightmare slurring
He confuses me, when he talks about me as “I to a he” to a muse as though he too has lost his shoes
My head’s spinning-trying to find the right words to a song; a right place to belong
I’ve gone and reached ahead while the unknown future still trapped in my bed; unwed from reality
Uncoupled from normality where the only exception to the rule was to cry and so I play the fool
He cries as I cry, sending our “goodbyes” to the sky, trusting that one day, I will get to fly
As for now, I’ll embrace the pain with a little bit of salt and let it settle inside my private vault
Where all my promises and wishes and dreams can come true, and while I’m there… I’ll think of you
by: Wilbert Evangelista Dela CRuz
Categories:
digressing, dedication, emotions, for her,
Form:
Free verse
This is not a poem. This is a quick little rambling about myself and what I do.
I'm not particularly sure if what I write is "poetry" perse.
I suppose I'd consider it a release of my inner most thoughts.
The way I "throw it down", as I'm referring to syllables, placement, rhythm and what not, is only a reflection of how I'm feeling at that time.
Although I wouldn't say I'm a particularly fantastic writer, I do love to engage in it.
Its a release. It's therapeutic. It's..... me.
Now for the fun stuff. Fun? Ah, maybe.
My name is Renee Bousquet. I'm 19 years old. I live in a small little town, the whereabouts of which I will probably not tell you. ;)
I'm an artist, in every sense of word I suppose. I draw, I write.... I.... Oh geeze, I don't even know. All I know, is that in every aspect of life, I tend to see beauty. I use colors to my advantage, I find creativity in the bleakest aspects of life. Art IS my life. Without it? I would be a very sad person.
I'm also bipolar. In saying that, I am by no means looking for any sympathy. I'm more so giving you a small look into who I am. See, I don't see my "bipolar disorder" as a negative thing. I view it as a garden. If I tend to it, take care of it, make sure it doesn't get out of hand, it can be a beautiful, intriguing, and free-spirited aspect of who I am. If I don't however, I get weeds, and pests, and dead plants, and it takes a long time to take care of it.
I also tend to ramble! I'm the queen of digressing!
I love south park. I enjoy sushi. I'm very witty, and enjoy singing self-written songs on the fly. I'm a dork. Extremely comfortable. I'm a free-spirit. I'm also passionate.
I am who I am.
And that's that.
Categories:
digressing, life, care, care, love,
Form:
Bio
Let’s talk numbers
I talk one language, need no more. This world
Needs but one thing. A number line
Digressing time,
And all the things within.
Poetic sigh as freedom cries. Creative
arts are dead.
Financially, ecstatically
You celebrate this win.
Stats, figures, percentages loom around
This anxious corner, people yearning for rises.
Forgetting economic crisis.
An international gesture, favours well.
A frown turned upside down, by one small alteration
To the standard wage…..pathetic nation.
Religiously this all bodes well. No fiddly
Bits, no hidden-meaning.
One simple scaffold, tells it well.
What you’ve done, and where you’ve been
All deciphered by one thing,
The coefficient of your sin.
A tiresome idol now replaced. A Greek man, Pythag
Takes it’s space.
Life experience, calculated
By the gradient of your absolution,
Utter focus on the prize,
Which lies....ahead of children.
Past the love. Beyond the gates
And all above.
Further then until you find,
A formulae for all things prime,
Careful you don’t lose your mind. A frequent occurrence
To all man-kind.
So lets be hasty to our graves. Cut
Out the tongues which set the bar,
The right of speech, and who we are.
I insist. Take out these complicated brackets,
Multiply them by our crimes, and then divide
By nurtured time. Calculate the lengthy angle,
Simplify that and untangle,
All the extra nonsense.
Let’s talk numbers.
Categories:
digressing, life,
Form:
Soaring like a bald eagle.
Regal the idea but its just,
a crow carrying stale bread.
An Invisible phantom, fathoms.
As though you were dead
But in my defenselessness
Think Try, Try Again
A seamless definition of insanity
Slurring’s of drunken profanity
not even fair, a novel without a hero
Sorry, for the digressing Nero.
The fearful darkness unharnessed
Apologies of bare assessment,
tolerable for living in a basement.
But thoughts of being, accused of murder.
Waking with no deadeye.
Whys are redundant?
Starring in your own calamitous whodunit.
A sobering promise, of never to do that again,
while the grey is washed away by the black.
Categories:
digressing, abuse, addiction, allusion, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
Aimless wandering beings
Arms flailing reaching out to touch
feeling no one in reach
isolated pedestrians seeking affection
disconnected lack of eye contact
Seeing no one peripherally...
A sea of souls knowing more each day
forgetting everything else
information trumping wisdom
Compassion overshadowed by Computation
Each byte bites into the fabric
A tattered tapestry left hanging
Rare human-like beings peek through
Wanting tangible exchanges of communication
Exhaling shallow, careful for smog intake
We've made everyday Halloween
Highlighting and Sensationalized...
Terrified of those we don't know
Expanding the gap, alienating...alone
Community was our protection...now stolen
In locked homes peering out, guarded
Neighbors-strangers...shaking with guns
No one safe from the dangers at home!
Intelligence rises...yet we refuse to evolve
Using our fears, insecurities, and prejudice
to hamper the progress of our young
Technology is no surrogate Parent
Using repressive dishonest methods of yesterday
only degenerates the trust of highly informed children
Our hope is in teaching them
where we failed
When we missed
what we forgot
....Transcending the hatreds, and biases
applying the accrued knowledge
to one day
mentally and spiritually
EVOLVE!!
Simultaneously progressing/digressing
Gaining in Ability, losing in Humanity
Our Children will succeed where we could not...
Categories:
digressing, inspirational, philosophy
Form:
Free verse
The Game Became a Tragedy
By Franklin Price
6/15/2017
A baseball game, the national sport, a congress benefit,
A hundred year tradition, they weren't about to quit.
The game became a tragedy, and soon it would appear.
A cloud was hanging overhead, and lightning was near.
The rising dark cloud billowing and at a stormy height
For years a senseless conflict between the left and right
Had put a disparate man, with guns, outside the practice field.
We'll never know just what he thought, maybe he could make them yield.
On the conservative field of practice were the right side of the aisle
To beat the left tomorrow was a thought that made them smile
Republicans were practicing, tomorrow should be fun
The homeless man outside the fence began to shoot at one
The muzzle blast was loud indeed, no silencer was there.
Maybe they will listen to me, now that I've given them a scare.
Why can't we all just get along, now I will have my say.
He could not stop with one or two. He had to make them pay
The wounded fell where they were hit, the rest, some cover found.
The police and guards responded by returning round for round
Silence fell, when the shooter shot, we'll forever wonder why.
He came to practice havoc, on the practice field would die
Response was quickly coming. from both sides of the floor.
We must now pray together, we are this country's core.
We must have solidarity, to overcome this fright,
Cannot give into terror, we'll still play tomorrow night
It's a shame it's not that easy, as they govern day to day.
Instead they don't cooperate, if it isn't done their way.
They don't meet in the middle, for what's best for everyone.
Shooting each with verbal bullets is how government is run
Now I am digressing which is something that I do
The cloud's still hanging overhead with lightning anew.
The left and right must work together to overcome this country's woes.
Far worse than this could happen. The public reaps what congress sows.
Categories:
digressing, america, baseball, conflict, political,
Form:
Couplet
Toussaint they dance in Louisianna, and New Orleans
Omitting to say that these two places are blood money paid
Unto the colonies, snuffing your revolution by any means
Subtle French diplomacy that history would parade
Solutions of lies in the revolution that Crispus made
Afro-centric leader, pioneer liberator, O that you could see
Images of this decrepit shadow, the deal made Haiti to be
***** colony collapsed like a mildew rag upon a golden sand.
Temple here again another citadel of freedom in the sun.
Let the great Dessalines call from his slave barracks again
Organize him with them, make them all fighting men
Unique in the vision that Boukman intuit theology revived
Visions some racist philosophers native animism would deprive:
Existential, mythical, ontological, the awakening more than
Revolutions fleshed by blood, the black man mind lifted up
Tents and tennacles of the genius that sailed seas of sand
Unrope again the slave from sugar tea in that Liverpool cup
Rebel intellectual, great Toussaint, Napolean's luster fades
Eclipsed by the glory of your name across the new decades.
Federick do you think you people now forget how you paved
Erosions in the great emancipator's cause, until he relented
Digressing from the act of enslaving men. The West craved
Expansions of their new fronteir, on the back of the tormented
Remnants of the Atlantic trade, but you kiting in war winds
Instigated through fly of words, a subtle shift of rumbling breeze
Call for that genius, they sent you to Haiti, cutting the string of sins
Keeling towards a black liberation without the bended knees.
Due to you are laurels, when Afric's children in their van
On to brighter future, rise from where the day began
Under dark bush of morning, where a slave use to sit
Gathering knowledge and self teaching the burden to acquit
Let children today learn, education is not a white light
Africa's lamp was the dawning of the culture that brings might
Straddling the seas, O race, be a Douglas, set wisdom in your sight.
Categories:
digressing, historyeducation, children,
Form:
Acrostic
A Belligerent Bernie
What he did was disturbing by digressing
Around with minds when he is messing
Now have to understand what he meant
Wife looks good in dress they call a tent.
In repertoire many things are done by Bernie
Even went a journey to find an attorney
And down path as usual we were all led
He ended up seeing the Pope instead.
We would have to hesitate and levitate
And to see letter from Pope have to wait
He had hoped that the letter better be
Addressed to him from honorable Holy Sea.
As tension piled on while it was mounting
Letter had been from a Brooklyn soda fountain
Where on top of Sunday's they have to heap
For belligerent Bernie who is an old creep.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
digressing, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
A quick, furtive glance
To insure no one can stop
The heinous act by chance
The life about to be taken
Is one that has been
Battered and forsaken
Tired of the disappointments
Attempting to please with
Fruitless compliments
The soul in release, ne'er cold
For the fortunate task
Freeing the tumultuous soul
Digressing from further raving
Time to take the life
Of the end, it is craving
Categories:
digressing, angst, death, sad,
Form:
Elegy