Best Diluting Poems
Falling down into
a dense, tangled mood
darker than the skies
at the midnight hour...
Leaving me caught
in infinite space
by hands on the clock
that grasp me and pull
to where the time goes...
Out of the blue
water washes the stagnant clouds
drop by clear drop
and the persistent wind
brushes them white again.
All the while, specks of light
appear to shine...
Hues mixing as pastels swirl
with shades much deeper,
diluting them down until
the blues begin to fade away...
Thoughts are suspended
for the moment,
only to float in midair
finally free
and out of the blue.
Categories:
diluting, blue, deep, feelings, lonely,
Form:
Free verse
RED ANGEL
I see the fire in your eyes!
This Red Angel, who's not human, intriguing with lies.
Pointing to the path that leads to paradise.
Ending Revelations with violence, breaking every inch of ice.
Blazing wings like the sunset over a field of corn.
A row of roses with rubies sharper than a thorn.
A devious smile covering up a set of horns.
Diluting me with images, since the day I was born.
Goose bumps when your essence is near.
I linger and shiver my lips with fear.
A slithery hypnotic tongue, the Red Angel wipes away my tear.
Holding the reddish key, whispering the word. "FREEDOM!"Into my ear.
Like the crimson tide lifting me from drowning at his request.
I find my heart pondering deeper and deeper within my chest.
Blessed with the curse of 'death' when my demons are depressed.
I'm still smiling to the sweet surrender of your breath.
A halo exploding like the fur of a volcano filled with lava.
Allowing the angel's advocate around~like a tree of strawberry guava.
Swallowing my own drops of red blood from my own saliva.
Living like the dead after a full bottle of vodka.
I beg for mercy at the Red Angels cow like feet.
Collapsing with sweat in his sweet eternal heat.
Gasping for the fresh air to avoid the smell of rotten meat.
I see the aura of an angel with his fangs ready to feast and eat.
Falling into a daze towards the red picket fence.
My Red House engraved with flames, after my feeling where condense.
My soul tormented by goodness at evils expense.
Flowing with every feeling including God's given sixth sense...
By; P.D.
((( Merry X- Mass Everyone)))
Categories:
diluting, angel, beauty, care, celebration,
Form:
Rhyme
Hear the sounds of Winter's retreat
trickling away beneath your feet,
gushing into a swollen creek;
while surging waters swiftly peak.
Feel thawing ice packs crack and break
as they shiver, quiver, and quake.
Watch cascading waves wash ashore
as time and tide play tug-of-war.
Taste the sweetness of April rain,
diluting Winter's withered pain.
Smell the sweet scent surrounding Spring,
subtly clinging to everything.
Though Spring offers no guarantees,
hope gets hitched to a tepid breeze.
And the expectation of Spring
makes life an enjoyable thing.
Categories:
diluting, change, image, imagery, joy,
Form:
Lay
Light 1-29-24 Syllables checked with www.howmanysyllables
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Light
Nightfall’s hand laid heavy on fleeing twilight
While the darkness, born early, swallowed the light.
Driving rain clouded the eyes of pale daylight,
Sheer curtains of rain blurred tears in the lamplight.
A world set spinning on bleak winter’s wrathful wings,
A battlefield of ruined souls shunned the light.
Howling waves, without sweet dawn’s consolation,
Drove raving storm surges, diluting the light.
Tangles of downpours assaulted waning day,
Jagged dirges shred blinded lyrics of light.
Torrent’s heavy footsteps drenched the dying dusk
When cracks appeared in sealed shelters, leaking light.
Atmospheric flotsam clogged free flowing dawn,
Driving dams of old debris to block new light.
In this rain painting, where darkness battled bliss,
There stepped a warrior, rain angel of light.
The storm wrath silenced. Darkness shamed. Light in whorls
Opened wide a redeemed chrysalis of light.
Categories:
diluting, angel, hope, night, rain,
Form:
Ghazal
How long did it take her to be free?
How long did it take
For the wingless dragonfly to finally open her heart to the world
How long did it take for her to overcome Devil’s workshop
Slowly caressing her retinas
With silky daffodils and two-faced tulips
Where
Now
She dives into a glistening pool of complicated risk
Opening her atrium to the masses
Shedding incumbent teardrops
Just for that one standing ovation
To SET
HER
FREE!
It was then
Where pieces of plastic chains fell from demure stratosphere
Dented taps, similar to a shoeless dancer,
Setting off bass tones and low-key monotony
For she was
One cholesterol filled syllable short
To be genuine
One tearful, hyphenated lyric
Too blunt
To be embraced by their “god”
One dilapidated vowel shy
Of being honest
Her diary didn’t have enough pages torn
From emerald sanity
There were too many “Wows”,
Diluting into disingenuous shoulder pats
Her stanza pushed aside
A glorified booty call with no call back number
Leaving messages towards empty dial tones
…
How long will it take her to be free?
Until she looks up
Knowing she already holds the key
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
diluting, courage, freedom, judgement, life,
Form:
Free verse
There on the threshold of the dawn
when lights of night of had been outdone.
His chariot was slowly drawn
before the Mistress of the Sun.
Her sable breath was caught by day
locked in his snare, their paths aligned
Diluting Earth in passion’s haze
Her soul absorbed, her love entwined.
From out within that Eastern sky
a flirting warrior touched her face
and lured a blush from maiden shy,
a russet moon with fawning grace.
She paused a moment, heart undone
to drink the charm of Master Sun.
The twilight never warmed as much
as naked fire in hungry eyes
while basking in his ardent touch;
each new facet a sweet surprise;
the way his light made her fall blind
the way his warmth stayed on her mind.
But Ah! The game, the Missing Game
brief moments claimed while on the run
her duty calls, his life’s campaign
enlists the Mistress of the Sun.
His light reflected dusk to dawn
her own desire she could not find.
In each eclipse, his shield was drawn
so quick to hide, leave her behind.
His meager offerings of light
so often waxed and waned again,
and yet her thinning heart held tight
to fairy tales of princely men.
A damning war of heart begun
to love or hate her Master Sun.
.
She gave so much, he never took
and took so much she never gave,
his victor’s eyes too oft forsook
the feelings that she longed to save.
A failure’s guilt, a bitter rind,
a gray, bald husk o’er heartsick mind
A farewell kiss from parting lips
his tantric palms on prizes won.
From wells of eventide he sips
then leaves the Mistress of the Sun.
A mistress of the light no more
‘twas not her place in day to shine
in spite she takes what he affords
to taunt him with what he’d declined.
Categories:
diluting, love, nature, heart, light,
Form:
Rhyme
Stream
at night
sings softly
age old music
to quiet the cry
of this day's little child
lost while the west wind moans
Restoring calm from chaos
Flowing to tomorrow's promise
Diluting the tears of the day's song
Bathing the soul with the waters of hope
Categories:
diluting, hope, life
Form:
Etheree
I traipse across your page
dining on the inflection amid reflection
and amorous dalliance
diluting my soul ever so slowly
dipping my fingers into you
the scent of sentiment
I'm not like the bee, the butterflies
or the bear searching for honey
I'm a string
strung out for all to see
wrapping the bits around my finger
each loop a perfect memory
meant to last a lifetime
dip me in holy waters
cross my heart and kiss my sky
there's no fraying or temptation
just freedom in the feeling
I shall wander in your eye
Categories:
diluting, love,
Form:
Romanticism
MILK
milk like lit candle
ascending
the dark victorian stairs
ethereal
ascension of an angel
liquid
coats the throat of intended
beams
of light shoot out through her eyes
spiritual
duet of contradiction
darkness
and innocence meet in stare
penetrating
deep into each other’s soul
diluting
the contrast of dark and light
shadows
that keep them apart
7/19/2017
Strand’s Mid-Summer Standard Contest
1st Place
Categories:
diluting, metaphor,
Form:
Verse
Clipped Wings
An icy salt spray begins to tarnish my feathers,
The salt is corroding.
That salt. It’s ingesting my plume, diluting true meaning
Teal turned navy. Crimson now brown.
I had keen pearlescent eyes,
Now clouded, they see nothing, nothing at all.
I can't even step foot behind the silver mirror; it's broken.
Shattered.
Shards of thick glass tease, reflecting,
Me.
I’m falling on the other side, no one’s there to catch,
I’ll just be a mess on the floor. A sad grey reflection.
I hid for a while, from the salt.
But I just knew that shelter
Wasn’t for me.
It wasn’t my home.
Tearing.
Splitting.
Moaning.
Begging.
Cold, salty concrete scraped my dignity away.
It tore my skin, left dirt in my bleeding feathers.
So again I hid. Not from the salt, I can’t hide from the salt.
I’m hiding from me.
I’m hiding from the reflection I can still see.
I chose to linger. I chose this. I didn’t choose this.
I watch as she stretches her magnificent wings wide, takes flight,
Ascending, dancing gaily between wisps of pure white.
I search the bare sky, salt is still in the breeze,
Taunting me; try fly with tarnished feathers.
But glinting, I see the green trees on an endless horizon
They are not a reflection, I tell myself.
So I stretch my broken wings and timidly I take flight,
Away from the salt, back towards myself under a silver moonlight.
Categories:
diluting, abuse, bird, change, fear,
Form:
Free verse
MY SUN~~~
Like the sun
against the day sky.
Releasing unrestrained light!
Diluting your daily sphere
that repulse
my intellectual needs.
Take Death into my desert
dumping you a side.
Uncrossed boundaries that multiply
concealing your eyes of beauty
from the world.
Never embracing eternity.
Like an atomic emerging
all elements of coincidence
destroying all
forms of life's way.
The nectar that flows
ruining every thing we dream of.
~~~~
Implanted with
dilutions of all the ugliness
that refrains
unmerciful ways
disconnecting
every stop,
conceived in the open.
Slicing through
exposure
that binds devotion
to the negative of dark.
Like the sun
that hits the ground.
Blinding every straight look
with the perception you preach!
By;p.d.
for Nate D. opposite of His (My Moon) poem..
Categories:
diluting, science, slam
Form:
Free verse
Mossy vines served as camouflage for a decaying headstone.
The inscription is illegible, but that matters not to me.
At this centuries-old grave I place flowers and moonstone --
As requested by my ethereal savior, friend, lover, devotee.
My first visit to Gravesend was via historical daylight tour.
Another attempted escape from a dreadful loss and daily boredom.
This landmark cemetery predates America by 100 years or more.
Yearning for comfort, I sensed only a dead-strewn auditorium.
Though the feelings persisted, I dared not reveal my plight.
Breaking from the group, I chanced upon a hidden burial mound.
Sitting on a slate stone, a tweeting bird subdued my fright.
Then a silence did ensue -- and a whispering from underground.
A mist ascended in the form of a desirable, raven-haired beauty,
Who ingested my pain and angst, diluting my secrets in oblivion.
Her voice was the sweetness that called my cells to sync-duty.
She smelled of paradise and her kisses raised a dead compulsion.
Meeting clandestinely as the summer turns to fiery autumn-rust.
Medea (her name) asks to be released from her purgatorial strife
By way of dark spells, old magic and a curious blood-crystal dust.
On this Halloween night, I will transmute ghost to fleshy wife!
The ritual begins as most rituals do: serious, focused and grim.
Within the pentagram, Medea fluctuates -- in all her femaleness.
She comes to me warm and steamy. I hear a chorus, a siren hymn.
I'm enfolded in the marvelous lure of a dying-to-eat ... succubus!
August 7, 2016
Camouflage Me A Poem - Poetry Contest
Categories:
diluting, beauty, death, desire, fantasy,
Form:
Narrative
Do you ever think about why you came to college?
to meet some new people? maybe gain some knowledge?
or out of obligation and potentially some homage?
Look, I'm not trying to bash everything about school
It's just not what it could be, it's more of a societal stepping stool,
paying for school to get a job to pay for school, seems cruel
you see, so many of my classes are just memorization and regurgitation
when they should be focused primarily on edification,
everyone's scared to talk in class, products of elementary indoctrination,
example, columbus discovered the americas? that's just falsification,
diluting people's inherent abilities and creativity,
in exchange for robots in suits, cubicles, aka captivity,
in today's world we've mistaken busy for productivity,
think back to when you were a kid, get in touch with your propensities,
you can be anything you want to, theres the secret to happiness and longevity!
Categories:
diluting, education,
Form:
Rhyme
Dark falls and savagery creeps watchfully like a royal tiger stalking its prey
Deceiving its unsuspecting victims
Put under a spell by its glowing, powerful eyes
A soft soul
Sparkling eyes full of intent and wisdom
The true nucleus of eternal goodness
Honey-coloured beams of light flow fluid around him
All-embracing
His nature as pure as the crystal emerald waters of the nearby coast
A pristine stone of charisma and virtue
Like the glimmering waves ebbing on the gritty shoreline
Amid darkness
He is the moon
Radiant and wholesome
Essential for survival
He is far from the surrounding conflict
But takes refuge in an ethereal dimension
A mystic galaxy of ethics and empathy
Yet
Turmoil and chaos erupt like a spiteful volcano
A blazing inferno of wicked inclination and corruption
A battle of diabolical forces
Trapped between morality and depravity
The essence of civilization
Slowly wearing
Loneliness and unease cloud his mind
Loss of judgement paves way for blind emotion
Like heavy rain extinguishing the luminous flame of the candle of virtue
Violence ruthlessly devours every last golden drop of innocence and humanity
Diluting the reason and humanity inside
And the once-noble heart succumbs to scathing malice
Fading the sparse areas of light and warmth
To cold frigid darkness
Categories:
diluting, journey,
Form:
Free verse
the blue jays waited
on the camp bench this afternoon
for you to feed them,
you ignoring me
cost them too,
they wept all day through.
we came to Yosemite
for you
to find resolution
was it in an alleyway
or the Blue Onyx Bar?
did the sun, while feasting
on your skin
devour the last of us as well?
this moveable target
blazing the whiskey sky,
seduced my loneliness
following me
to Jack London Square
taunting me of you
As well…
my hair is singed
from lying in your sun
i am tired of lying next to you
engineering the corpses tan,
i am far better
a pale man
this world of your unknown
strangers smile
approving glance
a night remembered twice to come,
sending you to the other side of the bed;
whatever keeps you there
time finding ways to expand
diluting my reflection
make me more
leaving with less
fortifying with a smile
this journey back
is longer than
the forward run
Categories:
diluting, forgiveness, lost loveme, blue,
Form:
Free verse