Best Dizzied Poems


Premium Member April Fawn

Longing in lowly light of longer days
by which a summer wilts paternal dreams
and browns the loitered heaves of yellow spring:

the budding void that stamps an empty swing
seen swaying golden locks ungated beams
my own Begotten streamed in greener dawn
where fussy forums for an April fawn

allay no muttered march on mother’s May.

Persistent blades unsheathe the sprawling grass
beneath the blue release of silver dew -
an inch overgrown, as inch shrouded cool
billows: arisen reeds from dizzied drool
showing flashes of reincarnation
cured by the rose (or purple carnation)

4/4/17
Categories: dizzied, depression, father daughter,
Form: Sonnet

Ana Pt 1

I met the greatest love of my life when I was the innocent age of sixteen.  She entered it the way mist creeps along the early morning ground after a night’s rain, effortlessly… Without my knowledge, we started to become fast friends. Spending endless days together, learning the curves of each others’ bodies and I of her secret ways. It wasn’t long before the lingering gazes and simple touches had me completely enamored by her and I was wound tight around her thin, cold, and skeletal- like finger. The infatuation grew as I shrunk… 

Endless days turned into endless nights, endless weeks, endless months! We spent every waking moment together, every sleeping.  With her by my side I began to run, miles after miles, to skip meals just to spend time with her.  It wasn’t long before my parents started to worry about that time I spent with my love. The days I spent locked in my room, the obsessive miles and trips to the gym early in the morning and late into the evening until my legs shook and I could barely walk.  They told me she was a bad influence and I thought, “How dare they!? How dare they try to take away the Juliet to my Romeo!?”  Our love was one to rival the ages, so dark, forbidden and intoxicating like the drugs celebrities take just to “kill the pain.”  

By January it was growing unclear where she began and I ended, both intertwined trees stripped bare by the kiss of winter’s icy lips.  God I had never been so in love! Her touch sent shivers down the bones of my spine which threatened to pierce through the worn thin skin of my back. Those hallowed eyes of hers sent flutters of starved, butterflies into a dizzied frenzy in the sunken in cave that once was my stomach. I had never felt so alive….
Categories: dizzied, body, corruption, depression, metaphor,
Form: Personification

Imaginary Boat

It's cooling 
   my fevered nape,
      this damp collar of my coat;

the ocean
   swells in my mind,
      my head seems to shrink or bloat;

by neither 
   water nor gale
      I'm cast adrift, set afloat;

dizzied
   by the toss and yaw
      in my imaginary boat!
Categories: dizzied, happiness, imagination, nature,
Form: Rhyme

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Premium Member What There Is To Be Said of Home

from: "Me to You", by Alastair Reid

"...write me about the weather.

Perhaps
a letter across water,
something like this, but better,
would almost take us strangely
closer to home.

Write, and I'll come."
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

Monterrey, Nuevo Leon


Dizzied by the whirl of crowds
On sidewalks, seen through windows --
Reflected in mirrored, columned walls --
I drink, I eat, I mull and fret, I yearn,
Little lulled by homely music
Softly playing beneath sonorous
Strains of Spanish
(Beautiful tongue, not yet my own,
But now not strange to me --
Not wholly foreign.)
I sneak sidelong glances, I peek, I stare.
I feign indifference:
A pseudo-cosmopolitan air.
I am quiet and excessively polite,
Not yet knowing how to be rude
In this still stiff idiom.
And, I am intensely lonely --
Hungry for a caressing, offhand phrase,
Only a stray familiar word, hardly heard,
Whispering all there is to say of home.
Categories: dizzied, angst, depression, introspection, music,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member The Storm

Claps of thunder, growling sighs
Crackling light spears, ruptured skies
Dark bruised smudges, jostling clouds
Wanton weaving, angry shrouds.

Water effusions, driving rain
Flooded fields, congested drains
Forcible winds, quaking leaves
Bending branches, bowing trees.

Birds are silent, shy dogs hide
Children reach for sheltering sides
Fish dive deeply, spiders curl
Senses dizzied, fearful swirls. 

Clouds are broken, grinning sun
Arching eyebrow, rainbow tongue
Storm is humbled, joyous sounds
Love runs rampart, peace abounds
Categories: dizzied, nature,
Form: Couplet

Field Trip

Driving in Atlanta past pear trees, struck
with spring lightning, I rolled down my window 
as if breathing deeply might anchor their passing, 
perfect beauty. Paula, with whom we share
in her meditation class, (she, of the nature religion 
embraced in adulthood, leaving behind the ship-
wrecked Jewish faith that did not shore her) 
declared "You are a natural, Nola."  

As a lake reflects the heaven around it, and
finds the forest beneath, we gathered in Paula's 
backyard to celebrate the blessing of bloom, 
and to form a Wheel, bringing to her bonfire our gifts: 
sea water from my island ocean, and handfuls 
of dried herbs that popped and crackled in the fire, 
sparkling and perfuming the air around us.   

Shaman to acolyte, Paula chose me to enclose 
our Wheel.  With a stick, I drew a line in the earth
around us, and as we sat in a circle around the fire,
"The earth is your Mother, and you are her Child," 
Paula chanted, signing our foreheads with salt
water, as if with the chrism oil of my Catholicism.
There, in commonality on sacred ground, 

we invoked the seasons, the four winds, cycles 
of the moon, benign spirits of all that is holy 
and healing around us, and clasping hands, 
we formed a chain of our bodies, circling faster
and faster until dizzied and ecstatic, we all 
fell down, as we shall, and as we must, 
while the fire turned to dust.
© Nola Perez  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: dizzied, nature,
Form: Free verse


And In Words, She Blooms

Her curves are rinsing their endless constellation
beneath hot rainfalls of white shower steam,
which is why I stand quiet, sinfully agape even
and willfully paralyzed by an ambrosia of slender echoes.
A drunken prize fighter, dazed by countless punches I spin
from the twirling parasol of her sexy, fitted hips-- when finally, 
as the winds of lust muffle in her bath towel, she chuckles
her red-petal lips contour the silent words.. “I love you”  
I'm hit by the crack of thunder that that stops everything
dizzied by the just-popped blossom that steals all the newborn light,
the kind that even moribund butterflies take drifting detours to see
before their wings lose all starlit desires to fly above the soil.
Here.. somehow.. in the question mark of my good fortune
she stands like a bouquet of lightning, catching, and natural.
Her light tips over a glass of my words, spilling incoherence everywhere 
my senses scramble to pick up scattered bits of tongue-tied sweet talk
but I admit defeat, I admit hilarious defeat.
I turn ten shades of red, still-- after six years of marriage
I am the thorn-- she is the rose-- and together we make love.


August 23, 2016
Categories: dizzied, flower, love, marriage, together,
Form: Free verse

In the Beginning

The beginning has begun – light breaks through a broken past.
I walked around the turn and jumped through the looking glass.
I dizzied in the bend, and knew it wouldn’t last,
my battleship has sunk… the flag now at half-mast.

A garden I now grow, and tend it every day.
The Cheshire Cat - it grins – love’s lust in a passion play.
I seek the path that leads, believing I won’t stray…
No beginning and no end; A tie that binds, they say.
© K Cochrane  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: dizzied, confusion, courage, friendship, friendship
Form: Rhyme

Unwrapped Claymore

Again I bend to kiss this  blade
Then face the winds of Change in steadfast resolution
Whisperings of vows long made
Spin in dizzied revolution
Old and weary wrinkles fade
In face of coming restitution
Tis now my turn to face the night
and at long last to know what's right
Freedom's been a constant fight
Worth every dancing minute
To earn a living in it
Categories: dizzied, life
Form: Ballad

Dawn of the Woodpecker

Swaying and shuffling to the bathroom,
		once again,
			I hoped this time that I’d summon the wherewithal 
		to finally start my Saturday.
  	But my visit was bookended by
		my usual return to bed.
The previous night’s tequila and IPA’s 
   had been reincarnated as leftover remnants of vomit that
spackled the roof of my mouth.
	Voice deepened by hangover—
   also made hoarse from 
	shouting over the bands, in the belly of the Roxian,
	let out a groan
                      as I shifted in the cozy-yet-itchy cradle of the basement couch,
trying my best to avoid the irritating sunlight…
			face shoved into the upholstery,
			smothered by pillows. 
			
			Nose dizzied by the familiar scents of home
		dulled and havocked by cigarette smoke from
					Rudy’s High Dive,
		where the bartender remembered I wanted to be a writer, as a kid,
			but all the THC made it hard for me to remember what 
		I’d just said to him.

				
Just then, I was disturbed by 
         incessant tapping—frequent and forceful, like my offbeat attempts
		at matching the rhythm of Donna the Buffalo
                                  on the venue’s upper floor’s safety railing.  
	Seeing how ignoring it proved fruitless,
		I dragged my body upstairs to find my dad.	
	He too was slumped on a sofa
		safely transported to & from McKees Rocks
	on his first ever Uber ride.
			While I showered, 
		Timmy Z snooped around, eventually discovering
			the culprit of the commotion:
		a trapped woodpecker.
			We armed ourselves with brooms 
	swatted, batted, and shooed,
			dodging our feathery friend’s
		maneuvers near our heads
				as it flew out the door before company arrived.
Categories: dizzied, bird, drink, funny, good
Form: Free verse

Kali

Kali, Kali, Kali
She is the sated navy night
Swathed with soldering white stars 
Warm summer air, coastal dream

An unwavering fortune of 
deep, red Eden grapes
Hanging like drops of sweet wine

Shifting with dark leaves 
the balmy breeze
with trees that sound like tumbling seas,
 singing,
“Kali, Kali, Kali”

She is a lullaby, a reverie
At home and away
She carries all of it with her
A man’s entire heart,
 Italian spells
Her golden hips curving like a bell
slender spindle legs
 sun kissed shoulders
wrapped soft, she is a doll 
with air-brushed skin 
Kali, Kali, Kali…
You will always win
While I will never be enough

Kali, your legacy
 presses knives in me 
 Making my hour glass body
 an inadequate pendant
with an unfortunate name
a ripped blue dress
second rate lips
falling to the floor, sore…
 
My nights pulse only with heavy music
Rummaging suits, dark rooms
sticky floors, cigarettes, señores 
 and a dizzied mind
 hoping this night will pass

and I’m terrified, Love

Because even when you’re with me
I can’t be home
And I can’t be my own
My blood’s too dense
And my heart’s too free
This, Kali makes me see

I am not a dream
But broken seams
My intentions covered over 
By the song of tumbling seas

I’ll only ever be
Unworthy me…
 Alli…
Categories: dizzied, allegory, confusion, lost, love,
Form: Free verse

Information Technology

Inside/Outside
Maze of life, Mirror of thought
Brain symbiosis on bureaucratic 
Check the bank 
The recognition dizzied, paralyzed

Come thunder to break the ice
Come harpoon to cut control 
Bring spirit underground
Where echoed sounds still resound

Love reigns in wet drops
Love conquers all shields
Categories: dizzied, angst
Form:

The Killer In Wait

He's been dizzied by the changes
     through which night and day revolve,
His heart's been captured by conflicts
     nobody dares to resolve.
Has looked upon that well lit path
     which would lead him to the truth,
Yet lives amongst the shadows held
     in a disappearing youth.

There are sins within his conscience
     that he has never denied,
And sermons by much younger fools
     are now harder to abide.
The winds of change seem to shift
     much too fast for aging eyes,
Has chained himself to memories
     on which his life now relies.

Has always wondered about love
     though he's never felt its touch,
Can't recall a mother's embrace
     or a young girl's awkward clutch.
There's no one in this old folks home
     that can understand his pain,
And no one here can realize
     what's coming with tonight's rain.

An broken wheelchair by the wall,
     he sits lifeless in the seat,
One shotgun and two forty-fives
     now lay silent at his feet.
At the end of the body count
     they said they found thirty four,
Had he been twenty years more young,
     might have got a whole lot more.
Categories: dizzied, angst,
Form: Rhyme

Topiary Ghosts

Sculpted emerald hewn from flora,
  Shapes of wolf and killer bear,
Silent stalkers cast an aura,
  Frozen, snow-flecked, stand and stare.
Visual periphery, cornered eye,
  Did it shift a fraction then?
Glimpsed a world somewhat awry,
  Swear it's closer, look again.
Then look away, then back once more,
  Varied postures struck as well,
Closer still, I could have swore,
  By the very teeth of hell.
Crash of motion, flurried burst,
  In bristled mazes, green and pale,
Chasing through a mind accursed,
  Stood still, yet run to no avail.
Fleeing through the walls of brush,
  In dizzied panic, fevered doubt,
Chasing tails in frenzied rush,
  With no escape...with no way out...
© Tony Bush  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: dizzied, imagination, nature,
Form: Verse

Boredom After Boredom

Boredom after boredom
As the bitter contents of life unfold,
And mortals wind their way home
To mark the end of their earthly lease.

Turning and turning around the selfsame path
Through the predetermined arcs of fortune and fate,
Dizzied by the opium of struggle till the last of breath,
To answer unknown judgments, to face the incorruptible jury.

Who will the future foretell and inform mortals of their fate
And alleviate their confusion, and get things clear and straight.
Categories: dizzied, life,
Form: Verse
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