Best Engorging Poems
In the wasteland wilderness of disappointed love
I find you
Haggard and famished
Ravaged by the blazing sun
I find you
Spent and on the verge of death
I find you
I kneel beside your still form
I wet your parched lips with my tongue of truth
Your eyes flicker open
And I see the fight for life dawn
With my hand behind your neck
I gently lift your face to my breasts of nourishment
Weakly, you start to feed on my love’s sustenance
I speak softly to you, words of hope and courage
Slowly, some strength returns to your frame
Knowing the need for solid food to survive
I lay open to you the scrumptious feast of my body
A rich faire of succulent meat in abundance
More than enough to bring life back to your wasting limbs
I call you to eat...
In a frenzied need for survival you devour
Tearing into flesh, you satiate your starved body
You feed, you feed, you feed
Engorging yourself on my love
Insatiable, unstoppable, indefatigable
You feed the demon of your hunger
The memory of your near death fuels the frenzy
There is no pause in your love feast
I give, I give, I give
Still in the onslaught of your primal savagery
Knowing this ravaging repast
Will bring life to your bones
I give
Until you finally lick your fingers and lips
Satisfied
The cool of the night approaches
I languidly make you drink from my fountain
the frenzy replaced by fantasy
the fervor for survival by dessert of desire
Refreshment for the journey head
I let you regain your strength
As you then slumber on my pillowed breast
Your last night in the wilderness of disappointed love
Reaches an end with the dawn of a new day
As I hold your hand and lead you away
Out of the wilderness
and into verdant oasis
Of my love
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
engorging, analogy,
Form:
Free verse
It is the craving never satisfied, the malformation
Of gluttonous starvation, the disfigured beast of emaciation.
Hell's spiritually depraved wind walker, feasting on the
Lingering slowing pulse of the flat liners final vibrations.
Engorging itself on the fiendish terror, unleashed by this
The devil’s own kindred son!
Dare not look into his hollowed out eyes, turn away from
This misshapen abomination, with its tautly pulled
Flesh, stretching thinly over its boney skeletal frame, it so
Lurks in the night shadows, waiting for a moment of
Unconscious weakness!
For it senses your revulsion, yet it excites and stimulates
Its inner bloods thirst, and desire to feed, awaken from this
Realistic nightmare, quicken your pace, hasten your steps,
Run mortal fool, run!
But there is no safe place to hide, once you bare his
Mark as prey, the predator by midnight follows the
Unrighteous footprints, this blackened satanic beast!
Beware the wrath of the Wendigo, for it has no soul.
This demonic sadist, hiding within the arms of darkness.
Behold this Insatiable cannibalistic hunter,
Taboo’s flesh crawler, stalking on the edge of reality,
Thriving on the hatred, and malice of your civilized society.
This demonic boogie man, whom dances on the grave
Stones of the innocent backwards, wearing a mask
Of lies and deceit, spitting forth a foul odorous
Stench, repelling the living, attracting the undead!
Beneath the chilling air, a creature so slithers, undetectable
Turning into vaporous mist, sniffing at the shifting winds,
Seeking, testing its keen awareness against the night breeze.
Kneeling in the holy church, the sinner begs for redemptions
Shield, to protect him against this foul monster of evil,
But it is too late, for the devil owns this fallen soul,
And the wendigo, is here to collect on his dark fathers
Unconsecrated debit.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
engorging, culture, halloween, holiday, horror,
Form:
Free verse
Enfolded by pure blue light
Bridging the gap to heaven
Angels' voices carry solace
Distinctly, they resound
The encircling orb drifts
Ever-morphing, ever-changing
Ominously levitates
Lingers atop the badlands
Soapy force-field, of silken woven dreams
Pushing, into the ashen unknown
Splitting shadows
Sullen charcoal black, to a hopeful chrome
Convulsing, the pulsing orb of light
A presence alike no other
Engorging, expanding
Compacting, condensing
Purest o' fluctuations
A heart so tender
So mercifully soft
Exists, within a bulletproof shell
Within it - walking
Dare not to set foot
Dare not to touch
An eternity, shrouded in uncertainty
Cautiously
Drifting through a biohazard...
Categories:
engorging, anxiety, dark, life, light,
Form:
Free verse
A certain kind of forever passed by today –
It was coiled up and corked in a bottle,
And as I watched it ride the ripples
Of the clouds in dank sky,
I sat in wonder –
I thought about the gripping restlessness –
That forever would eradicate,
The funnel of emptiness
Engorging my heart,
That forever would calm –
I contemplated, deliberated and toyed –
With the notion of that forever,
Out of grasp, out of reach
Enlarging my need,
Oh that timeless forever –
I watched as that forever passed by –
Caressed by the glass of antiquity,
And as it rode out of sight
Into sky’s vastness,
My wonder throbbed –
Categories:
engorging, angst, introspection, loss, sad
Form:
Free verse
-Read from bottom to up, left to right and help me climb this mountain-
Truly
Rejoice
To be free,
To reach the top
Just allow yourself
You are very strong
I am no longer afraid
Soon I will be at the top
It is so beautiful and bright
The luminous peak is in view
Birds and insects cheering me on
And laugh wholeheartedly as I continue
I recall Mother Abbess from The Sound of Music
By legs began to feel the tire of present but still I go
I can never truly feel alone in this realm of natural green
Alone I climb, accompanied with the music of my tempo-stilled mind
I scramble like a beast, engorging in my own energy and headstrongness
I fear no end of precious time—I certainly fear not the likes of you, you rampart
My head is whirling in the wood—basking in the smells and sights of the enigmas beyond
No rack of irrespirable doubt can dare to bring me down again—I simply, modestly refuse it
I am inwardly confident and free—eyes focused straight up to the flurry, blurry peaks of new
The sun beats down on my flesh—tough, warm love that has supported me from the beginning of time
Without further forbidding thought, I make my way upwards, looking up at the highest mountain in awe
-it may be a little too long at parts, but it DID fit on my microsoft word anyway...xD Enjoy my pyramid/volcano/mountain thing..-
Categories:
engorging, happiness, love, nature, passion,
Form:
Concrete
.
Engorging enthusiastically
Enrico enraptured
engulfs enchiladas
entirely
enshrouding
enteritis
Categories:
engorging, funny,
Form:
Alliteration
Front porch consciousness of organically rich freedom,
relief from language label boxes,
reifying,
static,
now giving way toward emerging diastolic flow,
abundance fills a fertile inside view of health-engorging grasses,
leaves,
entire trees and forested networks,
imagined river valleys,
oceans of coral reefs and underwater streams,
blue sky background to misty distant fog clouds
inside growing radiant heat of purging sunlight,
diastatic full-climax high-nooned and mooned Earth lights,
not too bright and hot for fertile climates,
and not too darkly cold
for healthy utopian dreams
within this yet evolving freedom of mindbody.
A green explicitly convex blade of grass
waving with soft autumn breeze
gaudily wearing one sparkling dew diamond brooch,
outsized for slender shoot of green,
appears this autonomous,
even competitive at mowing-down times,
way from analytical outside.
But also,
this same slender sleek string of nature
evolving from inside
implies a branching tree of nutrition
with a voraciously healthy root system understory
digesting Mother Earth's fertile manna ecopolitics.
This blade of grass and I,
each born of crushed rocks
dust
flowing rivers absorbing thirsty interdependent nurturing rootedness,
dynamically balancing
dancing with climate atmospheres of light and warm,
dark without so dark within hibernation,
purgation,
resting toward another radiant day
noticing, consuming and producing freedom
within and as part of nondual co-arising nutritional streams
with interior vibrant ecological dreams,
strong-rooted child of Mother Earth's sacred nature inside
embracing SunGod's grace from outside
LeftBrain's analytic WinWin ecopolitical exterior explicating lens
greeting RightBrain's co-empathic ecological trust in co-gravitating networks
of exquisitely intricate divine nutritional grace
shining through implicating inside fertile rooting eyes
noticing healthy cause-effect flow streams
and interdependent ecological climate integrity
as beauty landscapes of trusting active hope
in ubiquitously elational freedom
of fertile redundant resonant reiterating regenerate resolutions,
timelessly polypathic polycultural polynomial...
freedom from dissonant restraints of short-timed unbalancing consciousness.
Categories:
engorging, blessing, culture, freedom, happiness,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Foundation founded on;
Superficial societal stares..
Teenagers teary truth...
Of a perfect purging prayer...
Supermodels and stars...
On a pedastal of peers...
Engorging every entree...
Appauled at how they appear...
Succulently still unsatisifed...
Baking another bite...
Indulgence is imminent...
Famine is nil a fright...
Nauseated near spent...
Dieting with no drive...
Vomiting every morsel...
This is how I feel alive....
Categories:
engorging, introspection
Form:
Alliteration
Thanks to Terry Flood who wrote, 'The Vicar Spied a Spider'
an "eight legged beastie." It was my inspiration to write
about the beastly arachnid in the following lines.
Roaming all around the farm was a surly beast
A black arachnid who chose to sit on a fence post
It'd had been weeks since engorging her last feast
Oh, how that demented creature loved to boast
as the first ray of sunlight appeared in the east.
Charla Webley yearned to be the queen spider
Quite a sinister creature, spinning her sticky goo
She's a creepy one, an old crooked legged strider,
always on the prowl for innocent prey to chew
but won't fit in cracks if her butt gets much wider.
Charla Webley's started a bad habit of flaunting
her hairy legs by pointing them as if bony fingers
at anyone who comes near, like she's taunting
them to cower in fear, hoping their fright lingers
but it's funny when she thinks she is daunting.
But Charla wasn't paying close enough attention
when a hungry crow then suddenly appeared
Those she baited didn't perform an intervention
by warning crude Charla her enemy had neared
They smiled at the moment of her apprehension.
Charla Webley heard the caw, although too late
for she'd been bitten by the bird's sharp beak.
The moral here should be very clear, "Do not hate,"
or "Bite your wicked tongue before you speak."
Spiders with a bad attitude always rue their fate.
Categories:
engorging, bullying,
Form:
Rhyme
Descending,
I manipulate and manoeuvre for the updraft
Spluttering,
I spiral down, then briefly up again, to glimpse a glowing sky
Flapping,
I fall forever faster, flat-eagled
Plunging,
I watch the unwelcome gloom envelope my horizon
Tumbling,
I twist, turn and turbulate, ... then the thudding thump
Gasping,
I groan and exhale, a noiseless moan
Curling,
I recoil as innards become outward form
Emerging,
a base inside-out creature crawls and creeps
Tasting,
the tongue-tied intestines and the unseeing socket eyes
Groping,
a gruesome grub befriends the worm and slurps the slug-slime
Engorging,
as flaunted members flail blood and flick licky, sticky fluid
Reforming,
dim visions populate carnal shapes with awful movement
Gaping,
a fearful half-formed and startled face averts its gaze
Residing,
in deep gutter niches... these are my companion dwellers
Wallowing,
I sniff a redolent upswell of dank fissured earth
Disturbing,
I scrape, cleave and wipe away a smear of covering soil
Trembling,
I sense a warmth of body, a stretching of exotic wings
Enquiring,
I mutter clumsy overtures and crude enticements
Retreating,
I hear unmistaken rebuke and a sigh of disappointment
Imploring,
I elevate my utterances and seek a further hearing
Caressing,
I feel a welcoming and forgiving response
Pulsing,
the creature's cocoon gives way to nebulous female form
Ascending,
at first a cherub woman smiles playfully down on me
Transforming,
a stimulating and sensuous siren cavorts and teases
Uplifting,
wings gather me in for a swooping flight of fancy
Revealing,
from above, her intimate view of dwellers in the hinterland
Coaxing,
she fills me now with empathy and understanding
Alighting,
my body-mind lies prone beneath her
Tingling,
I feel her form and thoughts slowly enter and encompass me
Exploring,
I arouse and we gently probe between lips and sphincter
Delving,
I follow our rhythm of kiss, taste, touch and thrust
Wandering,
I experience our ambiguous male and female desire
Playing,
I laugh at how we tickle our innocence and sophistication
Loving,
I know for delirious moments what it is to be another
Consumed,
lost in coexistence with a like- but more extraordinary- mind
Categories:
engorging, journey,
Form:
Prose Poetry
September has already arrived,
Enchanting is the scene.
Pausing in the countryside
Tinting trees of green.
Everything is changing:
Mixed colours far and wide.
Brushed by nature’s paintbrush,
Expressions of her pride.
Rumblings in the heavens:
Higher rising clouds,
Announce approaching thunderstorms:
Startling summer crowds!
As they run for shelter,
Lightning splits the sky!
Raging waters follow,
Engorging pastures dry.
At the storm’s departure,
Drifting clouds remain:
Yonder goes the rain.
After Nature’s tantrums,
Refreshing is the breeze.
Ripened, fit for picking
Is fruit upon the trees.
Vivid are those moments:
Evenings we recall:
Delighting one and all!
Rhymer. September 3rd, 2016
Categories:
engorging, nature, september,
Form:
Acrostic
I saw a man,....
with half a Soul,
half dead,
half alive,
half wanting,
the other half consuming
the drugs of pain,
yet resistance, avoids him,..
engorging.......
the Soul, the plug of life.
The epitome of existence,
was being destroyed by,..
annoyance of life.
Desecration of the D.N.A. system!
Abuse of the vessel
that proves his existence.
His body,
Without your body,
what does the Soul
plug into?
where does the Soul go?
once the body has
been desecrated,
and left Soul less,
how does it communicate
without the body?
how can the body
communicate ................
without the Soul?
It took time to desecrate
the Soul and make it half.
it will take time to
awake the Soul, to it's
original state.
Your Soul in your hands,
your Body it's Temple.
© Glen Harris March 2011
Categories:
engorging, lifebody, time, drug,
Form:
Free verse
Flesh was falling from the bone,
clumps of flyblown steak,
rippling the glass surface below
its reflection fragmented in the lake
bloods oily residue hanging in long tendrils,
leaving a stringy mucus in its wake,
coagulated, and black, it stained the decayed clothes
of the phantom, as it moved across the lake.
Campers unbeknownst, they tarried by the fire,
laughing and enjoying their night,
the firelight a homing beacon for the spectre
moving towards the light
as nature calls one left the circle
and entered into the woods
the wraith shifting its focus
deviating - an end; all likelihood
it found its target and extended its fingers
inserting them at the base of the neck
blood curdling screams were released
as the pain disseminated - oh heck!
it lifted the man off his feet by his skull
and flicked it with an echoing snap
and tore the man apart
from his shoulders to his lap
The revellers around the fire
did question the ear shattering cry
and stood to call out to their friend
who was "supposedly" nearby
Not a sound was uttered,
no response came to their ear
as the spectre was engorging on
the flesh, its lips a red smear.
Tearing the meat from the bones,
and sucking them clean
the discarded pile of the friend rising
as it drinks the man's spleen
The eye balls, the brain,
the sweet breads came last
like a delicate treat, he savoured these
tasting the lymphoblast
and licking his fingers
he sighed in delight -
for the entree was satisfying -
but dinner was by the fire light.
Categories:
engorging, romantic love,
Form:
Rhyme
Wisdom scriptures swell through every harmonic creed
each deed spoken across culture's regenerations,
singing multicolored psalms of Paradise
Earth rebirth again through anthro-chosen death
of stale humans only need apply
to and for heaven's ridiculously opened gate
Radically sensuous ecojustice
sung by crickets
feeding songbirds
flying on and on back toward sunrise
sweeping across EarthMother's original baptism
in SunFather's fertile rays of godlight.
Integrity's incarnate presence
without monocultural apartheid
or even anthrocentrism
Messianic light by which all have come,
by which all return,
no creature comes through Father Time
on Virgin Mother Earth
but through and with each co-empathic Other.
Bodhisattva nature mystics
learning to plant and harvest souls, Earth's seeds
of holy holonic consilience,
synergy,
authentic agape I AM
this integral erotic EarthTribe WE ARE
fathers and mothers of rich multicultural birth traditions
evolving revolving time measured light
remade in humane power's uncontrolling image
Re-creation re-imaging
re-connecting
re-syncing
re-ligioning
re-generating imagined
time's revolving warm
nutritious
nurturing
spacious light
engorging timeless night.
Puritan politics of mono-theistic unsensuality,
like cold mono-polistic economics,
is either consiliently enlightened
or tyrannically disempowering
EarthMother sacred
or monochromatic anthro-privileged hubris
uprooting polypathic unconditional trust
exploiting fear of monoculturally elite dinosaurs
devouring spiritual paths toward more complex
synergetic
polymathic win/win elegance
Political bodies engaging resonant peace
restoring economic EarthJustice outcomes
for CoMessianic depolarizing rights
to regenerative polytheistic practices
enlightening timeless past
empowering spacious futures
below/above
inside/outside
immanent/transcendent
inhaling/exhaling
en/pantheistic practice.
Categories:
engorging, baptism, christian, culture, health,
Form:
Political Verse
Dreams, Battles and Waking To Rejoice
Times that my mind wakes to take flight
flying away in spheres of magical dreams
So often are near hour of black midnight
when dark powers dance with their schemes
A journey into the devil's unholy realm
to battle the hordes of his evil beasts
Flying blind with no master at the helm
slaying engorging demons at their feasts
Girded with truth's invincible shield
long sword of bravery in my right hand
Solemn vow to die before I ever yield
cutting out the heart of Lucifer's band
Every battle goes on in a nip and tuck
slaying the filthy beasts left and right
Always my feet seem to get me stuck
as daylight rises to defeat dark of night
Times that my spirit chooses to wake
victory is rewarded for valorous deeds
I rejoice deeply for goodness sake
as God's truth met my fighting needs
Robert J. Lindley
04-21-2015
Categories:
engorging, conflict, dark, dream, evil,
Form:
Rhyme