Best Discomforting Poems
catalyse of chalk
circles sooted box, reveals
the vortex inside
stakes open her eyes
pries into her private life
draws blood with madness
insists a deep cut of ties
a vampire’s bite sucks
glistens under moon-lightning
with darkening of iris
the rectangle shut
and discomforting inside
the satin lining
that swaddles her until when
feeds the lack of blood pressure
buried in the earth
instead of mausoleum
means she is fated
until flood rains dredge her up
bitterly famished and ripe
her tormentor’s plot
enjoying her plight of pangs
and her screaming fangs
that engulf her first victim
she begs a silver bullet
…and who will shoot first
the gun, with no reflection,
or the too-white teeth?
does lover want to join her
or distribute her ashes?
the two quick rounds nail
tormentor, his protogé
bloodthirst vanishes
end of bad day, sky’s crimson
and the hungry are looming.
Categories:
discomforting, scary,
Form:
Free verse
There’s a stone in your shoe!
You smile but half smile,
You walk, but feel pain.
You try to dance, but can’t!
You try to sing, but stammer!
You try to shake it out,
But that tiny little stone remains.
A never ending reminder
That you will never dance with all you heart,
Or laugh with all you soul,
Or sing without your stammer.
You will never relax in conversation
‘Til you choose to physically remove that stone!
When then and only then...
Could you dance with all your heart,
Laugh with all your soul,
And sing without your stammer.
With only the distant memory of your discomforting pain.
Only an uncomfortable memory
From which you can finally find your present peace and comfort.
Categories:
discomforting, courage, freedom, grief, happiness,
Form:
Didactic
He, She, they, them, their or choices .
I wonder if your world is round or maybe not because probably your mind is cubical , you are a dice, it is as similar as the dice given as an example of cube , a cube which is closed , has defined corners and one measurement perhaps it would have been better if we could deter to these bold and times old Indian fonts of sterotyped examples and ask for more pentagons and circles which were ***** , just like me .
You love explaining area and mensuration with examples of a gender entangled bangle , a match box that dosent match me , and an unwise dice but little did you realise that you have yourself become a box of typical undynamic identities , closed and formalised with prejudiced formulas of measurement .
So I want to switch your camera from portrait view to a panoramic view to notice that I am a decagon , difficult to the vocabulary of a polygon and unacceptable to the category of human.
Maybe I know that now you are old enough and you've learned about this ***** trans decagon like me but still when you hear about polygons and humans , your answers are straight line segments of triangles & squares and straight people whose gender binary is fair , well unfair to the notions of identity which remains undefined for not just me but also you swinging between choices of being extremely feminine on some days and masculine on others .
You see the problem with this arrangement is confusion of building a glass wall of hatred for people we find strange to our little knowledge of normal , so we assume them to be an abnormal comfort smelter , stone pelter , destined to give us a discomforting experience of flawed birth , flawed to our little knowledge of what's correct .
Them , their , he , She , her aren't identities but preferred pronouns which is a very basic question out of our mean calculative binary syllabus , but a question meant to be inculcated in our cubical boxed syllabus because earth is round and endless and so are my choices .
Categories:
discomforting, gender,
Form:
Didactic
In order to form these words,
you must start by being unsure.
from comforting warmth, to a artic discomfort
switching to fire and ice again.
Temperature like a predator
in the Sahara desert dusk.
Sit on your porch at dusk,
watch the clouds create their words.
Be your linguistic barrier’s predator.
Mentally conjunctions float unsurely
from a mastermind. Look up again,
wonder if Neruda felt discomfort.
Do geniuses feel discomfort?
There is something stimulating about dusk.
Forget. Forget about the poem again,
look around. Everywhere, there are words.
Nature’s are certain but society is unsure.
Awaken your predator
Prey on inhibitions, predator.
Relax and drink it in, relieve discomfort,
tongue against cup. In unsure
clouds, words. Not just in dusk
either. Insects make sharp words.
Crumple a sheet of paper. Again.
Now throw it out, again and again.
Soon, sensing a literary victim, your predator
will chase it. Wonder what a word
really is. The pen will give you discomfort
in your hand. Take some paper. Dusk
is now ending; Be absolutely sure
this time you will write it. Surely,
you will crumple it up again.
Don’t get a flashlight, it’s still dusk;
the lines are blurry. Your predator
will inspect you, it’s hunger discomforting.
Write. These words
won’t write themselves. No words do. Surely
by now you know that. How discomforting the pen feels. Again
you are unsure. Until dusk is over, and your predator is bored, will it be done.
-Stephen Kofi Opare Obeng
Categories:
discomforting, introspectionwrite, write,
Form:
Into our peace they plunge unexpected
Arresting our innocence battered black and blue
Inspirations flying through our mental track like punches
Our clustered brain box an oilrig outburst
Beyond and into the future have we projected
The road seems to have no end
The fight to finish remains our utmost play
Daily ripped off of our endless efforts
The virgin eyes deprived of her precious sleep
Travails and pains a price the body need pay
Resources so discomforting we stand never to back off
Results seemly far from being reached
Efforts likened unto waste of time
Our earnest plea seeking God's intervention
At points when tens of miles on legs is but a stone throw
With the needed offshored according to their relative importance
Self motivation keeps us from breaking
Unacomplished motives turning a blessing in disguise
Our minds glued to the intent of the dream
Our eyes fixed on the greatness ahead
Fresh thoughts and ideas prompting we have done nothing
Slowly we move but closer we get to finish
Live occurences under change mantra forcing discouraging thoughts off the mind
Whatever you know do give it ur best
Irrespective of the hardship golden opportunities lies ahead
I don't have, a weakness so dreadfull never to be condoled
Using the little you have to get what is needed
Bit by bit in pursuit of the dream
take the bold steps the next is always much easier to fight through
A dream worth sustaining lives is a dream indeed
My thinking fronts front not backs back
Like the crux of awoken sluch
Prepared to trample underfoot every challenges
My shinning but tampered eyes fixed aimful
Determined admist countless displeasures
For the pinnacle is where i desire
U too can!
Focus, determination are golden rules to success
With them fight and finish undefeated.
Kehinde Oluwaseun.
Categories:
discomforting, blessing, encouraging, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
like a hinge of an old door
rusty and lacking of midnight oil
I am left speechless
unable to decipher the writing on the wall
it wails accuses belittles
mocks groans teases and admonishes
from cracks unable to hold its grout
where a couple of stones
have become loose
it is not an easy patch up work
bricks crumble under
a pick axe blunt and far too short
to keep longing at bay
but I wonder whether
there is a secret treasure
a message
pot of gold
old newspaper
an old marble lost
hidden behind my partition
with the world myself
and the past present delusion
that everything must be okay
a church bell distracts from agony
the cemetery must be a cold place
some graves are overgrown by moss
others too immaculate
not to scream out in numb pain
I can’t stop sad music playing in my head
too many voices opinions and judgement
a discomforting concert of sorrow
and a gramophone record hurt
by a needle unable to move forward
the clock strikes again and once more
endless reverberations of throbbing exertion
vibrations of torment and misunderstandings
and yet I can do this and my last thought
before overdue slumber
is that there is energy in the Universe
and sometimes it passes through me
that is when the silent scream
becomes a loud whisper
and shrieks become music
24th November 2022
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Categories:
discomforting, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
I felt jealousy tonight with my might -
Where have my love been?
I have my hours when I get excited and then so low...
But, I'm not a coward, but oh so bold
I'm sorry for my episodes...
I lost my mind's trillion trains
I am a lonely lake with a single toad
I have my moments when I feel like I'm going to explode...
Overwhelmed by a million roads
I am walking the narrow road -
Forgiveness is in my veins
I inflict the hurt on others alright - wish I could feel happy again
I'm hurting myself emotionally
In the end, I want to be set free
The hardships get so hard to cope with
I just need someone near my side
Our love affairs, unfortunately, are not a myth
I'm worried I am painting tragedy in my life
You stabbed me with rejection and inner strife
I am lost in lust fantasies
I fantasize, nearly at ease
I am a captain in this ship
Of renewal and friendship
I am the king of my fantastic fate
I will wait
I can't wait
Till I become who I want to be
Jealousy made me mad
Envy makes me so sad
I'm smiling - now I'm glad
I love myself in my skin
I know, Lord, I've been bad
I feel paper thin from within
Resentment disappeared
Cheer and joy just appeared
Vanish away vulgarity and cursing
The music in mind is rehearsing
I dislike the fact that you made me like this,
Satanic sadness and discomforting distress
I will listen to God when His time ticks my direction
I will glisten and He heard my prayers of affection
I hate you,
Jealousy...that lasted not too long...I want to belong
Haven't a clue
Who I've become, honey, stuck in the wretched wrong
Lord, have I passed Your test?
Jealousy is what I really detest
I feel you in the depths of my heart
Until you kissed him and I fell apart
Jealousy slithers in me substantially
I had a good night actually - I know I look pathetic
Until negativity took a hold of me
Okay, I'm sorry for my ridiculous jealousy - godly forgiveness is epic
Categories:
discomforting, anger, angst, betrayal, deep,
Form:
Free verse
A most remarkable parish spire! and, widely acknowledged as
Just such...constantly commented upon being seen for the
Very first time.
Pressed into the church's soft sandstone walls, the shallow
Indentations from ball and shot left over from when the
Roundheads had came this way;
The Royalists did determine to fight to the last man...
Or so it was, reportedly, thus contendend.
The sky above as hollow as a cathedral's resounding dome; and
Possessing a sort of wild, uncharted immensity...
And not a bird singing...not a single bird in flight.
A strangely discomforting sunshine began to gently filter
Through the moitionless leaves on the already limp branches
Of the pale trees;
Spots of sunlight dappling the pavements and roadway,
Lying patiently underneath, with a hesitancy akin to
Reluctant rain.
Pausing in Sainsbury's carpark, I half turned:-
The slow, dulled, monotonous clanging of the grieving bell
As it relentlessly mourned the passing of it's beloved Queen.
People moving about me with measured deliberation as if on
Stage acting a part in a Victorian Drawing-room play.
Cars and vans drove more slowly...perhaps they were compelled
To do so by sudden divine intervention? ...or an inexplicable
Sense of spiritual duty?
Some great, unseen, all-powerful white God who had visted
Each of them in their dreams and threatened one and all with
Terrible retribution...and quite rightly so to my way of
Thinking.
And still the sobbing bell tolled...for it was determined to
Command this sombre day.
Categories:
discomforting, appreciation, bereavement, funeral, goodbye,
Form:
Free verse
CoArise each remembered
and imagined moment.
CoArise each bilateral inhaled
and exhaled breath.
CoArise each bicamerally conscious heart's light
and dark desire.
CoArise each win/lose work
and win/win play agenda.
CoArise each transactional commission
and transparent omission.
CoArise each binomial relationship
of positive value
with negative disvalue.
CoArise each eco-nomial
binomial.
CoArise each language comforting meme,
each silent
lusty
discomforting scream.
CoArise each impassioned mind paradigm
and compassioned body pleasure.
CoArise each neurosystemic individual
and biosystemic species.
CoArise each national Cooperating Space
within sacred EarthPlace.
CoArise EcoCitizens
of SunFather enlightenment
and MotherEarth empowerment!
CoOperate this CoArise;
cooperative systems form co-aroused
home again ReGenesis.
Categories:
discomforting, addiction, culture, earth, earth
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
In his relationship he dealt with too much drama
It gave him chest trauma
In his right upper chamber
A squeezing feeling it felt danger
Causing the inborn electrical conduction system
It went haywire because of the diastolic was rising
She yelled and fussed him out, “no more romancing!”
All of a sudden he got electrolyte disturbances
His chest had so many aches and pain
Was this done in vain
He asked why and started to cry
She stood there saying “inside my heart there is no more left”
Ouch he felt this discomforting tingle he was losing his breath
She watched him breaking out in cold sweat
Suddenly grabbing the back of his neck
Look baby I’m so sorry that it did not work
It was to late he was crushed and hurt
He could not do anything but yell for help and grabbed his chest
Coldly she called 911 and left
Categories:
discomforting, friendship, life, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
I rue chances missed and days spent
Prevaricating whether to break the ice
Hold back, keep a low profile with my back bent
In a vow to sprinkle no more spice
In moves and grooves meant to cosset pride
Keeping up appearances to impress
Crowds that take me for a ride
Though they pretend to press for my progress
In circumstances and instances dubious on the surface
Discomforting at best
When confronted face to face
To nip off trivia whose interest
Lies in litanies of prayers
Said at altars and craters of sacrifice
In which layers of weird weirs and slayers
Rejoice in loud voice in an erosion edifice
In which they portray me as a pawn
Brushed aside, pushed aside and shunted aside
To the periphery of the mercury memory on the lantana lawn
Unkempt to vaunt vanity with a sauntering stride
When all of a sudden I snap awake
Shake my head in disbelief
Rubbing sleep off the elementary mistake
That nourished a thief and courted mischief
Multiplied several times over
In a time machine whose hands
Couldn’t wind back the progress of the rambling rover
Who terrorizes the present and gathers goiter glands
In a move to exaggerate my relapse
Into subcultures that rupture progress
Made to cure neurotransmitters at the salient synapse
Where past foibles in the end suppress servile stress.
Categories:
discomforting, poems,
Form:
Free verse
When I look at you,
I do not look at you with my eyes
For your beauty is as bright as the noon day sun
And burns these feeble eyes.
My eyes are for seeing the vile unclean discomforting things of this world.
No love, my eyes are not worthy of looking at your beauty
Your beauty is heavy, it is sharp, it is pure.
Your beauty pierces through my eyes to my inner being
Your beauty makes my heart melt in my blood
Your beauty awakens my soul to whirl in me like a tornado.
And for a moment,
my mind drifts away to another world-
a wonderland.
Your beauty is to be equaled with the angels
For your beauty is divine.
So forgive me when I stare
For your beauty looks into my eyes
and opens in my dark world
the light of the sun.
Categories:
discomforting, lovebeauty, beauty, me,
Form:
Free verse
I've missed watching most clouds floating past
during this life,
probably better as a spectator sport
than an insider's game.
I've missed most summer-floating ferries
accessible in my love times of life.
Usually watching from the shore,
passed by to wonder how it would feel
to see and smell and taste more
of exotic destinies and erotic times
Tropical paradise
thick jungles and majestic ranges
crystal mountains of ice
feeding hungry oceanic eyes of other visitors
on this spinning miracle of life.
Perhaps in my next love-life
I will become a more resonant remediating ferry
bringing those who say Yes!
to ancient plateaus of earthquake riding
discomforting delight.
Categories:
discomforting, adventure, age, beach, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
how can someone bear
this discomforting feeling -
sweet, mutual love
Categories:
discomforting, love, love hurts, romantic
Form:
Senryu
I thoroughly liked the western soothing delta breeze
I don't like the southern discomforting delta freeze
But it's a new season, and in time, I will adjust
And anticipate the good things that's left
It's starting to feel like the place we belong
It's a familiar region where I once called home
But presently, my childhood friends are gone
Our best friends are now far from our new home
I miss the western sun and predictable weather
But I mostly miss our children and times together
Our memories are great, but we are making new ones
However, I am happy that we brought a memory stone
Categories:
discomforting, family,
Form:
Couplet