Best Distorting Poems
Come, my friend,
Do not cry
For
Tears blur your vision of life,
Distorting thus reality
Come, my friend,
Wipe your tears and see how clearer
The world appears:
The shapes, sharper,
The colors, brighter,
The flowers, softer,
The sounds more melodious
The scents more aromatic.
Come, my friend,
Smile and you will enjoy more
Nature’s beauty:
The majestic mountains
The green valleys
The impenetrable forests
The mighty rivers
The endless seas.
Come, my friend,
Laugh and tell me, aren’t:
Your pains subsided?
Your fears minimized?
Your hopes augmented?
Your doubts reduced?
Your dreams intensified?
Come, my friend,
Together we are going to face life, by:
Crying, smiling, laughing, fighting, loving,
Living, and dying.
Come, my friend,
You are not alone anymore for I am next to you
And next to you I will stay,
No matter what may come
For
I wish to help you
So out of this adventure, that life we call, you
Victorious to emerge!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 November 2015
POTD
Winter has stolen the night,
A world I have always known,
is lost in a blanket of snow, ....
with recognition adrift, and thrown
tossed away in the endless white
I gaze over landscapes, whitewashed in the moonlight
Strange bittersweet etchings of silver starlight
Trees reaching high, with wild naked limbs,
Each branch empty handed, their twigs opened wide
grasping for snow flakes...or something to find
Something familiar, that's been left behind
Drifts growing higher, while icicles glimmer
distorting the mirrors of stars from the night
I know that the moon is hiding, somewhere,
caught in the winter's snow of sleep
Bemused are the clouds while obscuring the light,
disguising the image we once knew at sight
My world flickers dim, bleaching the ground,
Taking my breath, until all words are gone
I cannot recall, I cannot rewind, all the old music that I've known so well
I strain to hear where summer dwelled, too thin to be recalled
Where all the autumn leaves once fell
Where seasons green wore flowered hills
They must disappear, with each thing we have known,
Bleached by the moon, until they are pale
Stars then will spin, and seasons will dim
But, then all the reasons for believing begins ....
Winter has stolen the night, tonight, and the world I've always known
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.... in the sparkling snow, adrift in the timeless wind.
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Written for contest: A Winter Poem
Judged 12/4/16
Resubmitted for Contest: 2/6/17
Form G or N/A
Sponsor: Broken Wings
"Before a leaf-bud has burst, its whole life acts; in the full-blown flower there is no more, in the leafless root there is no less" - Ralph Waldo Emerson
I'm a sunflower,
dipped in honey of
bittersweet bronze smiles,
admiring its soulmate
strolling around the sun,
in sombre shine of
eclipsed dawn, whilst
these faes lure poisoned
pollens with flaming
ruby red ocean foams,
And I see a peculiar
patchwork on knitted
canopies, which are
sprouting clayey hearts
out of crimson crooned
willow branches.
Crumbling to pixies,
falling lifeless like fragile
leaflets in autumnal carols,
I believe, twin flame
telepathy is a souvenir
of roses and thorns,
which emerges as wanton
wildfire on the brim of
ocean's moon-song
in mellifluous mystery,
outlining turmoil in
turquoise land of trolls.
For, magnetised feathers
on matte lips always get
soaked in ashey sighs
of regret, whenever
bewitching conspiracy
of his amethyst eyes,
befalls in dialects of
forest's echoes and the
brittle skin of basilisk
slithers with a deadly gaze
upon my mulberry heart.
Chasing seasonal winds,
I became the fading mist
that succumbs to the
sheath of amber rays,
infusing in my lungs,
and suffocating my love for life;
Amidst these broken skies,
you left shadows of
pencil-sketched debris,
that float like wisps
of faulty daffodils,
distorting my dreams
and twisting thy truths,
in hellfire horizon that
sets our graves apart,
beyond million miles of
satanic soliloquies.
Sometimes it gets too steamy
Reality insists
On distorting our perception
As this heartbeat still persists
Sometimes it gets too frosty
When the winter comes to call
We scrape to see the road ahead
A strange fear that we'll fall
Sometimes though, there's a new mist
Corrupting twenty twenty
A sadness from a place within
An absence and an empty
Yet crystal clear is memory
Hopeful brightness never lost
As misty doesn't linger
Whether tears, or steam or frost
Every one’s got an opinion
We are entitled to our views
But, we won’t all agree the
Difference often times are
Huge
Somehow the simpler the
Problem harder the
Moot
Layering instead of issues
Open wounds
And personalized attacks
Are used
A point of contention is
The deliberate disguising of
The truth
Distorting facts
Figures assembled by rote
Really there are a lot to be
Desired
Having regards to the distance
Between what had first prompt
The opinion
And the reasoning that led
To this irrational tirade and suit
A stuck in a bog like situation
Ensue
Like the dreaded dream state
Being awake and can’t speak
Move or do what you want to
While the root rot
The debates rambles on
Unable to; save quip,
Get a grip on solid ground
Consensus pursuit
"Howdy to you all from Colorado! This is Cletus Schlunk reporting,
Where gossip is fair and balanced and there is little or no distorting!
It's the home of the Rockies, Broncos, Nuggets and potholes galore,
And old mining towns like Leadville and Cripple Creek, full of western lore!"
"Hordes of gaping tourists from all over come to visit the Centennial State,
So I collared one to get his views and his comments to you I'll relate."
"Sir, could you spare a few minutes of your time for a little chat?
Tell me where you're from and where did you get that silly hat?"
"Ah'm frum th' great state uv Texus an' that's a hunder'd dollar Stetson son.
Now, don'tcha go a-makin' sport uv me - ah've cum here ta have a little fun!"
"Be forewarned that when sipping a cool Coors, respect the altitude here."
"Yup! Ah've figgered out that jes' one uv 'em will set ya' on yer rear!"
"What do you think of our magnificent mountains reaching for the sky?"
"Shucks! We used to have 'em in Texus an' they wuz nearly twice as high!
But ah'm here ta tell ya', they wuz flattened out years an' years ago.
That's why Texus is th' biggest state in the lower 48, I want ya'all ta know!"
"Have you fished our pristine streams, many that are off the beaten track?"
"Yup! Caught a 30-incher - he wuz a Texus minner so I throwed 'im back!"
"Well, folks, he out-bragged me so I brought the interview to a hasty cease!
Till next time, from Colorful Colorado, I wish each of you happiness and peace!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 2 in the "Reporting Live On The Soup" Contest - July 2010
NEW WIZARDS
In legend, gods and wizards roamed the earth
A theatre drawn by magic spell creation
No one dominant in what was real - a dearth
Of fixed scene; each chose their own world contemplation
Drama wild where players contested illusion
Sought to overwhelm in a glorious confusion
There evolved a more civil scene though with its flaws
On a stage then firm, for each one who would act
Cosmos framed: the same to all as ruled by laws
The reality - consensus view - agreed contract
Could that be a golden age - freedom framed by rules
Those who broke them deemed non participants or fools
Now new Wizards come on scene in spangled coats
PR Experts, the Press, Politicians paint new scenes
That set us all at odds and each other’s throats
With smears, distorting mirrors and cunning memes
Have we now returned to a former legendary vision
Where illusion out-weighs reason in our decision
Unspoken words hang in the stillness of unmindful space,
like a touch never to be felt
A sight never to be seen
A curl of smoke dissipating
A twist of faith has broken both wings
Deeming, thrusting, unfeeling
For those who can no longer cry
Or fly
A die is cast, rolling against time
Crushing, Shattering, Smashing
A fate and destiny
That would never be
The once welcoming arms are now closed (forever shall be)
Faith has run its course (it was false after all)
All that remains are tears,
That would never dry
A hollowness dwells within,
Siezing, Grasping, Clutching
All rationale and sane thinking
Hurling, Heaving, Tossing
EVERYTHING
Into a void of sorrow
OH YES, a hollowness dwells within
Painful, Numbing, Dreary and Stark
Warping, Bending, Blighting
HURTING, DIStorTING, C o N t O r T i N g, FakinG
What LIFE should BE
It all happened
when you left me
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I may have overdone my Gerunds. Do tell me people. TY.
Wasted time, can I get it back?
I'm not sure whether I want it back
Don't catch my symptom, you won't get your normality back
God, my vision blurry, I need you back
Is it possible to not know your destiny here on earth?
As I write these words my managers are discussing my worth
Happiness is allergic to me, maybe it's somewhere beyond this earth
Words in me get a sense of belonging, I then find my worth
Writing on this paper although it writes nothing back
It gives me space to lay these feelings, encouraging me not to look back
Being happy in intervals is distorting, I need that consistency back
God, you said you'll be here, please, I need you back
Tears please stop, the ink on this paper cannot find its worth
Frustration is installed, setting up files dismantling my worth
I want you to say "you need me" so I get a sense of belonging on this earth
I have no report to present to you when I leave this earth
This paper says "I love you too" when there is no one to say it back
Words become imprinted on it as a commitment therefore I cannot take them back
This paper has no judgements, no emphasis on where I lack
I see you are judging saying "he needs to get his confidence back"
What are my contributions here on earth?
Would I be treated as royalty if God sees my worth?
I need to review my terms and conditions of my being here on earth
I will recite these words and let the paper highlight my worth
Wasted time, really though, was it?
True love feels like a burning flame of fire,
fueled by everlasting bonds of trust.
And not the warm embers of a liar;
distorting truths in the pursuit of lust.
You feel the tears building behind your eyes,
while your hopes sink, scuttled by betrayal.
And realizing what each drop implies,
dreams collapse, while anxieties prevail.
An unbearable pain pierces your heart
when truth dispels the illusion of lies.
And while doubt and mistrust tear it apart,
depression devastates trust as it dies.
The empty promises your heart endured
were a mix of flattery and pretense.
And juvenile dreams that never matured;
spurred a catastrophic set of events.
Like a river, destiny sets love's course,
yet you get to choose who'll be by your side.
And if fate veers and heads toward remorse;
change direction: to stop the hurt inside.
Within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright
shadows twist obsidian trees torment,
the cypress writhe in blood moon’s bright delight.
The hunter hides his nascent lust for might
and so the doe flees by man’s bow unbent,
within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright.
The cypress writhes in blood moon’s bright delight,
bedevil not the finer soul, repent,
the destined deed, must feed, man’s plight.
With deadly skill, fletched shaft sheers frosty night.
The horned hart does fall in wonderment,
within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright.
And torment flows in drops of crimson sight,
distorting right and light with man’s intent.
The cypress writhes in blood moon’s bright delight
Into the holy water blood rings light
for life is all and death is but dissent,
within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright,
the cypress writhes in blood moon’s bright delight.
the face of emotion
an ocean and grains of sand
a breath taken from the heart,
then blown away in slow motion
banned altogether in one hand
as the sky and the sea melt, and see never
turquoise shadow creep into the land with tears
distorting tangled ardent as it is gone forever
none of them can replace time as it appears
poetry of emotion colors
green, yellow, orange, red, and others
passion, love, happiness, harmony , anger,
and the deepest pains and sorrows
clicking like a camera shutter
description cannot truly be captured
or words can express poetry of emotion
to comprehend or be answered
ocean never the same, it’s always in motion
4/30/2016
Arrows of anger pierce my heart with their hate...one spark on the tip sets a nuclear blaze
Lost in a homicidal haze I'm looking for love
I'm surrounded by ravens...Where are the doves?
Now I twist and I turn
I'm playing the fool...as you fiddle I burn
Shooting arrows of anger my need is like Nero
I turn into a hellion and I used to be a hero
Halos turn into horns
Sweet love turns to sour scorn
Decaying in the darkness...blasphemous babies get born
With silent invisible needles and threads...sowing and reaping my soul into death
My blood starts to boil as I kick in the door
I'm playing the fool...as you fiddle I burn
Shooting arrows of anger the poison's too strong
Distorting what's right and deluting what's wrong
Satan sings his sad songs for junkies forced to listen
With his thousand string fiddles he enslaves and enlists them
Doing his bidding...running riot through Rome
Forging into forever now I'm gone like a ghost
Can't see the fire in this sea of smoke
I'm playing the fool...as you fiddle I burn
God raise up the shield for a day of defense...
shooting their arrows they just won't relent
Time to repent as they ruthlessly attack...for devils and demons there's no turning back
Lord take it back I don't want it anymore
Even the score and make the tide soon turn
Cause the devil's a fool...as You fiddle he burns
On waking the child runs to the window
will it still be there she is thinking?
there in the sky replacing the sun
is an orb so fantastical that reflects
Prisms of colour are flooding out
the sky changing as the orb
like a disco ball shatters
distorting and reflecting
Sometimes a polka dot
then some stripes
wavy lines of colour
triangles tumbling
The child stared in wonder
if she lived to a hundred
she would never forget
the day of the changing skies
contest: changing skies written 06/22/2013
When you tremble and shake
it shakes my world apart.
When you cry, in my world,
it rains, it floods in here.
I'm lying here on the floor caressing your ghost
and before these memories loose there edge
I just wanted you to know that.
How long did I try to keep this all from falling apart?
I kept it all hidden while you carved your name in my heart.
Sleep is unnerving,
the dreams distorting your face.
Before the world changes I just wanted you to know that.
There's no place else I'd rather be, than inside here with you.
Please stay alive for me.
Don't close your eyes, don't fall asleep.
Don't fall asleep to dream tonight, You'll blur and fade.
These memories will close their doors and refuse to play for me.
Oh God how they played for me.
Now they fade away, please don't fade.