Best Displacing Poems
waking up from my sleep, I was all confused.
I heard a boom as that of thunder,
or the sound of a hammer striking on the anvil.
trying to be up, I felt as shaky as a fawn,
getting up for the first time on its stiff unfolding legs.
heart began pounding, body trembled.
fear hung like a heavy cloud
and panic gathered like a storm.
am I dead or alive?
am I in a gorge or grave?
grim darkness all around.
my torso wriggling in acute pain.
my limbs refusing to budge.
I grow exasperate under arduous strain.
my memory fails, body rails
what’s that weight, I feel on my chest?
am I pushed down into hell?
or buried under earth’s rocky crust?
am I dead or alive?
am I in a gorge or grave?
have I fallen into a deceitful trap?
or caught unawares in a hunter’s snare?
am I sinking into an abyss?
shall I ever be freed from this mire?
* * * *
now I remember, having gone to bed in peace,
but the night turned abruptly wild,
with an earthquake of what magnitude, I don’t know.
sweet sleep suddenly turned into a nightmare
and joy got thistled into fright.
fortunately, I was saved with minor injuries.
the rescue team did a commendable job.
but I see devastation all around.
tremors had rocked the night, wave after wave,
rupturing and displacing underground plates!
the ground wobbled, buildings crumbled.
fortunately I did survive, though shaken to my core.
but how long will it take to recover from the night's trauma?
Categories:
displacing, angst, confusion, destiny, scary,
Form:
Free verse
The violent 'V'
Disguised in a black rain coat
Dancing the meadow
Gone undetected
A moment of destruction
Silently Creeping
Ravishment rising
Displacing time, hope, lives, dreams
Silent aftermath
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With respect to tornados
Categories:
displacing, nature
Form:
Choka
4. Quantum Superposition
. A particle can exist in multiple states or places simultaneously until measured
Are humans waves or particles?
Even an entire human being, under the right conditions, can act like a quantum wave. If we can define it, we can quantify just how “wave-like” a particle or set of particles is.
I count the magnificent moons
in my stills as I await the phantom voyeur
with stone blue eyes and a fated look, which sets upon me
The one who stirs my soul, measuring me up in coiled silvery spoons
What obsessive observations you must have
not to turn away those piercing eyes
My world stops, my feelings set on and off
Unseen I meander in other spaces
Your eyes are the “switch” without that which
forbids my existence, hence looped are my stills in many places
From the center of life’s probabilities
Spaciously lit across the universe, with bits of me in tow
Collapsed in your arms, we’ve launched our rainbow
Revealing our humanity in the flesh,
in language of mathematician’s music
Riding the unscrupulous waves of light
roaming across all existence,
reverberating ruthless through you, displacing us
Composing are the alchemists and their peers ~
Splitting into a myriad of mirrors
I bare myself to a random reality,
Totality’s filigree, tangling dangling
When you’re not here,
when you’re lost in thought
As the haze spins up and down around me
my world is unseen and the scale’s unbalanced
Showcasing that I’m equally dead as I am alive
Resuscitate me not—please, it’s here that
monotonous music is unheard in this uncertain trapeze
Until eyes of azure translucence are upon,
I cease to exist in fervor, in your zeal
Alive and very real to boot!
I’m gauged like the intrinsic brightness that shines off a star
Until then, am I just a figment of deepest intensity?
By far, humbled to be, take the bait and consummate my reality
Be the glance exigency
Impenetrable eyes of bluest skies I’ve lost sight of you
As a still, until we meet again
Categories:
displacing, humanity, science,
Form:
Free verse
They stand tall with their yellow coat,
Before they send their saintly seeds afloat…
Spiritual soldiers in silence softly set sail,
Through fields of dreams with a tenuous trail.
Dancing and drifting until the wind has gone,
Bringers of wishes decorating the dawn...
Panoramic puffballs pollinating the view,
Under heavenly skies of bewitching blue.
The sacrificial soldiers will not return,
As their love diminishes we will always yearn…
Dandelions of the seraphical sacred sun,
With beauty unleashed your will, be done.
April.11.2019
DANDELIONS Poetry
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Categories:
displacing, creation, flower, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Artists are not so different,
at times glossing over truth,
hiding beneath a sheen --
some extra linseed goes
a long way...
What is this cry for realism?!
Picasso sought deeper meaning
via grotesque breasts~ elongated
elephant snout limbs -- perhaps believing that
the human tale needed elevation, himself
turned off by surface vistas; his squares and
points dulled by well turned chips, projected
missile-scraps flying from Leonardo's festive lathe of
tantalizing symmetries --
We marvel equally at
Dali's vaulted extremes, teetering balance --
a bleeding martyr of old Faith; despite all his
fiend distortions, imagined glorification~
dear, yet mere echoes, stills from the sable of
an unrequited Christian brush --
So...is the poet so different?
The Metaphysical digs, tunnels,
(anthropomorphic God)
chambers and catacombs to romp
about -- secretly displacing what
would otherwise be a straightforward
pleasant lyrical walk -- We
confound paint and words
presenting two types of portrait
of the same elusive image
the greater decipher, if there is
one to be had, will never be the
product of personal tribulation,
but the spirit behind, within, carefully
feathering, dotting and dashing
each of man's extended biographies --
a dance of human veils....
Categories:
displacing, art, freedom, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Written: September 08, 2023
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In the realm of fearless pranks, we meet,
Where weakfish lump and teardrops greet.
A sluice of inducement we embark upon,
With words that excoriate as a lethal swan.
With a droplet of grit and a split decision,
We dismantle our panic with precision.
Such a weak swimming against the tide,
We defy expectations; we won't hide.
In this realm of a daring escapade,
We flare a trail, unafraid.
Raze the doubts, raze the walls,
Letting our spirit freely sprawl.
An escapade, a venture, a thrilling bout,
Shoots of adrenaline, there's no doubt.
Through each channel, we navigate,
Teasing danger, embracing fate
Each hint of chutzpah and boldness.
We tame fears if we're brave and relentless.
But beware, for along this path we tread,
There are lacerations that can't be fled.
The journey may leave us fractured and worn.
But in those moments, true strength is born.
Such a broken teardrop, we may feel the pain.
But we gather our courage, ready to regain.
Through the smoke of depreciation and doubt,
We emerge, displacing the fears that shout.
With chloropicrin in our veins, we prevail.
Indenting our mark, leaving no trail.
In this realm of daring escapades,
We find solace in being unswayed.
Even in chaos, we discover peace.
Plucked delight as lachrymator release.
Categories:
displacing, analogy, angst, bereavement, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
Westernmost in its regional placement and traditional identity,
rare but indigenous is its Arabian flavour,
and a significant bridge of peace
between its brothers and their common enemy.
Displays an open tradition, appreciative of diabolism
as witches are integral part of its cultural settlements.
Typical of its nucleus is a combination of minarets structured worship centers,
Bazaars, sections called medinas and lasbali fortresses.
Its riches in wood stored up through the Atlas mountains
has milked its way from the dashboards of the Rolls Royce brand
and its possession of the “mother of all flowers”
has given the French creative experts a reason to fancy the world.
Public bath are greatly preferred to private ones
to flatter socialization in shrines of ritual purification.
Its rare ideology in liver displacing the heart in love’s symbolism
gives a perceived cosmic effect of its cute uniqueness.
The “assembly of the dead” and the Tomb of John the Baptist
are hugely important in its global historic relevance.
Just the way Aid al-kebir is held highly
so also is handling of food with the right hand
and as well in the acceptance of offered meat.
The glory of such a symbolic geography never stay silent
because the constant whispers of its honour,
despite not a continental union member
is evidenced by its official friendship to the world power
which is the first ever, among hundreds of many more.
Categories:
displacing, africa, community, earth, education,
Form:
Ode
Carved and hued In solid bed rock are locked the voices
Echoes of the ancient past, blood shavings of symbolic
Expressions, that whispers ever so softly within the desert
Winds, beneath our cryptic dons lay the tombs of pharaoh’s
Kings and Queens.
Living stone bleed’s sacred blood from the hardened heart,
Of nature’s rocky ridged souls quarry, dragging it’s marble
Spinel column then shoving it upwards to heaven’s might
And glory, behold the shimmering monolith displacing
The height of Egyptian power, etched in rock forever.
Creeping shadows of the fallen guardian’s watch towers,
Statues frozen faces transfixed, with fierceness’s veracity,
Lay in wait to strike, at any outlander whom may trade
Within this sacred valley of the dead.
Whisper do the walls in forgotten tongues lost languages,
Hammered by the scribes of the dust, cures ruins of long ago,
Foretelling the death to grave robbers whom defile these
Treasured tombs of the Pharaohs.
Idle worshipers altars flames remain extinguished,
Yet the firer of the Egyptian people still burns with prides
Honor, blazing within the stars of the heavens, igniting
The spark of legacies divinities to smile down upon them,
From a far.
In historical ruins stone of red brick the falcons soars
On wards into the everlasting sun, it’s feathers never
Waver and its eyes of emerald brilliance shine, as it’s
Break bites at the evenings stars tail, screaming the
Names of the Pharaoh’s evermore.
Carved and hued In solid bed rock are locked the voices
Echoes of the ancient past, blood shavings of symbolic
Expressions, that whispers ever so softly within the desert
Winds, beneath our cryptic dons lay the tombs of pharaoh’s
Kings and Queens.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
displacing, adventure, history, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Reparation
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/2014
Why can't we
get paid?
We want
our
reparation,
for
lost wages
of
our labor,
since
the
Atlantic Slave
Trade- began
Reparations
for pain
and
suffering,
from being
auctioned
as
commodity,
to
racist
White men -
We were sold
off,
to
different
slave owners,
displacing us
from our
mother, father,
sister,
and
brother, forever -
We demand
to be
compensated,
for our
separation
from
family -
We want reparation
for
false imprisonment
as slave's.
Why can't we
get paid?
What we want
is
Retroactive Reparations -
It's the only
way
that
we can
catch up
financially,
to
the descendants
of
white slave owners,
who profited
from
our hard labor.
We want
to be
compensated,
from
1619 to 1865 -
246 years of slavery.
Why can't we
get paid?
Native Americans
got reparations -
Japanese
got reparations -
Jews
got reparations -
African Americans
No reparations -
Africans
No reparations
Jamaicans
No reparations
Black Skin
No reparations
And
the only thing
that
you can
say is,
We're sorry!?
America,
We
do not
accept
your apology,
for
your Dark
and
Ugly past -
No apology,
will ever
be
enough.
America,
You must be
held
accountable,
for what
you've done -
Why can't we
get paid?
Every
African American
living
is
a descendant
of
slavery -
Owed over
trillions
of
dollars
in reparations -
Why can't we
get paid?
We died
in
uncountable
numbers
at sea,
en route
to
the New World -
Once here,
our death rate
soared,
we
encountered
horrific deaths:
Beatings,
Diseases,
Lynchings,
and
Starvation -
So Listen Up
America!
Why can't we
get paid?
Categories:
displacing, black african american,
Form:
Light Verse
Defenses of the Mind
Mechanisms employed as defense
Unconscious pretense
Unrevealed
A protective shield
Inner truths hard to bare
Held safely there
Defenses, the living ghost
Rationalizing, one of a host
The do not care escapes
Known as “sour grapes”
When displacing a truer threat
Dumping on… as safer outlet
Suppressing and stuffing inside
Difficult to hide--- set-aside
As emotional retreat
Subconscious self-defeat
What cannot be faced
As if erased
No visible trace
A well-hidden trail
In mind’s jail
Locked in memory’s file
Stored under denial.
08/10/15
Categories:
displacing, psychological,
Form:
Rhyme
sometimes we wish the freedom of sunset's pink clouds
that cross the sky in ribbons
sometimes one urge piles on top of another,
the gathering bounty of spring
like
an urge to run through April rain, overcoming arthritic pain,
an idle wanderer within
an urge to shake off the Blues like Jello loosened from its mold
an urge to spring clean clutter, messy like seaweed draped
over a walrus
an urge to stifle stress that sizzles like bacon frying,
displacing contentment
an urge to flush a slush pile of "to do's" that gag sleep
an urge to watch birds at the feeder, tutored travelers
chattily sharing stories
an urge to inhale the solemnity of church to void
the wounds
of striving
no longer subdued by the clean clasps of cold,
nature nudges newness into empty spaces
for winter leaving lifts the script of cold unforgiving,
like a child reciting rhymes
Poem composed April 17, 2023
Categories:
displacing, april, encouraging, environment, fun,
Form:
Free verse
What stuff are we made of
We have eaten up greens,
Inhaled the best and given the worst,
The waste everywhere,
In the air, in water and heaps on land,
In name of modernisation,
Intruded woods and raw earth,
Colossal buildings, Material waste,
In name of science and research,
Synthetics and non bios,
Displacing all life, useless piles will eat space,
and for future generations, do we leave a deface ?
Is any other being on this Mother Earth,
Exploiting resources the way we do ?
Insensitive, what stuff are we made of ?
And generating the unending waste, civilised are we ?
Written June 18th, 2015
For contest "Stuff" by Thomas Martin
Second place win
Categories:
displacing, angst,
Form:
Free verse
headland harbored primitive biota abut
mint for exotic sole terrain sustaining
sole terrain sustaining seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova
seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova , et cetera gut
preserved within mine follicular pores, sans
I secured per woof and meow wing warp organic matter
heir in to fore shielded from elements akin to thatched hut
aware wrenching kamikaze eradication
of countless critters from many Godaddy longlegs;
creepy crawlers, hops scotching,
shimmying with schmaltz, moon walks, et cetera
lost when germ warfare obliterated vast majority
since advent of civilization ordained Proletariat and Plebeian Primate
(cherishing, fostering, insulating bon mot infinitesimal dot re: future mutt)
dogs and also cats off limits
asper demise of other creatures decimated – tut tut
atop thine noggin housed (within thimble size nut)
rare and near extinct flora and fauna, what
species of plants and animals, whose preserve comprised
equivalent of indigenous village people huddling within microscopic yut.
Thus, this bipedal simian angst riddled at experiences
forced at figurative crossroad
when itching scalping a dead giveaway clue
to lather up hirsute growing via bald faced code
at further expense invisible life forms such action would erode
fast dwindled diversity, hegemony, longevity
i.e. population except *****Sapiens who didst goad
forefingers needed to massage and scrub thine scalp
as like a field getting hoed
sometimes applying solely cold water knob to un load
a healthy plethora, where gushing shower head would send them
down the drain perhaps displacing their meal times,
or feasting on louse see pie ala mode
aware that survival odds regarding
getting thru water treatment plant, premonition aye node
and greater chance to avert total mortal kombat avoided
if I trekked to Antarctic anti pode
so...similar to other occasions necessitating me
to lather 50 shades of gray –
as if subjected to being snowed
quite aware many people would avoid me like the plague
(which reaction eagerly embraced) if knotty,
oily, straggly natural headresss
hence, this outlier surrendered and got gently toad
value of hygience – and lost as if playing tictactoe x/oed.
Categories:
displacing, anxiety, confusion, fun, funny,
Form:
Narrative
Sublime hearts entwined two halves of a whole
needing each other staring in wonder.
Never saw beauty till this night's control,
a love swirling round roaring like thunder.
Reddish gold hues peek over the skyline
reflecting my soul cupid's endeavor.
Now the dawns ambush with loves amber wine,
heart lit with ecstasy lost forever.
The pounding of drums as your name lingers
on my lips displacing rainbow sweet hues.
Amazing touches swirl round my fingers
yearning the music I choose not to lose.
In the back seat while idle clouds were low
recapturing past drenched in twilight glow.
1-27-2018
Categories:
displacing, love,
Form:
Sonnet
I think about intelligence
And wonder why we think our due
Is sanctioned by our own IQ
That natural inheritance
Compels us by unbending laws
To evolutionary cause
That beggars to irrelevance
The truth that brains can be a threat
That make it easy to forget
The most compelling evidence
That intellect may well provide
A rationale for venal pride
Displacing sounder temperaments
With logical proficiency
Ignoring self-deficiency
And cultivates intolerance
With vanity incredulous
And tidy, hidden prejudice
That blithely leads to negligence
Denying those less capable
In contexts inescapable
I much prefer the elegance
Of caring for the other guy
Of answering a helpless cry
Of principled benevolence
That intellect cannot be taught
Beyond the wit of reasoned thought
I think about intelligence
That natural inheritance
That beggars to irrelevance
The most compelling evidence
Displacing sounder temperaments
And cultivates intolerance
That blithely leads to negligence
I much prefer the elegance
Of principled benevolence
Written July 5, 2018
Categories:
displacing, discrimination, humanity, prejudice,
Form:
Rhyme