Best Erosive Poems
Of Saints And Sinners
Within the sacrificial selfless silence
The seditious spirit stands in defiance
With salient scars of eternal echoes
Amongst the meditating melodious meadows
Sinister sins compound in complexity
Where demon deeds are devoured devilishly
Macabre masters of the medieval mind
Disengaged discipline of the consciously confined
The saint and sinner must coherently co-exist
One restrains of thoughts the other can not resist
Erosive entombment in the somatic solitudes
As both struggle within the manqué multitudes.
Oct.28.2016
Saints and Sinners - Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Categories:
erosive, analogy, conflict, deep, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
Grounded are the feet that be in the elemental earth
Bounded we the legs that keep the motion of walks
Rounded is the dirt beneath as the pressure begins to mound
Founded the discovery to uncover knowledgeable talks
Sculpting melding seeping
The soil underground flowing heated molten
Melting shaping morphing
Formation created solid black rock ground
Steamy is the water of the magmatic oceans deep
Risen layers pillow topped stacked slowly in the chill
Solidifying new earthen life pushed through to a crusted rebuild
Slowly in the unseen depths where land is consuming sea
Wisps of wind waves whistle with gaseous fumes
Lofting liquid red as golden orange fissures spread bloody fires
Inches measured by millimeters mold metals magical blaze
Wild widening of gaps shallowly engraved a blackened glaze
Obsidian wasteland of a treacherous expanse gathered island life
Reflective surfaces weathered time breaking down rock to sand
Erosive washing of corrosive materials gritty consumed by forces of nature
Natural is the condensing of observatory images in the fluid eyes of man
Inspired by 'It's Elemental' By Carole Duet
Categories:
erosive, creation, earth, environment, nature,
Form:
Free verse
I saw a gorge, a remote vision from distant, far far away from the surface, how sharp, how precipitous, how deep!
A singular, unsurpassed, cavernous cleft;
a crevice among two gigantic hills, how intense and steep!
The rocky walls of the mountains though withering,
canopying the remote sight from the brink of the rugged cliffs.
The highland though barren, is pampering the rivulet flowing,
emerald- azure, though erosive from shrink!
Its ages disposition, the geologic uplift and abrasion,
elevates the surface to fabricate its tapestry inch by inch!
The diverse, vivacious habitats in its bosom, in seclusion, are dozing,
in remote lowland, far from the tainted world in miff!
The robust gorge, all of a sudden, for its persistent profoundity,
a rare attribute in mortals, became my cause of envy!
Was pondering " where is that Gorge like once perceived devotion, allegiance from human inclination has gone? "
Nowhere the professed deluded ones, stands near its awe-inspiring abiding supremacy, the Gorge, the mighty!
Alas! The demons have taken away humanity's infallible dedication for substantiality and profoundity,
only to be as hollow as floating cotton balls, with no eye, no reverence for sublimity!
The Gorge is the apostle of Almighty's emblem of constant flow of unfathomed steadfast solemnity, beyond earthly folly!
Aeons ago, God's supreme contour, silhouette against the brilliant encompassing sky,
The persistent Gorge, determines to flow distant, diligently, from the lavish absurdity, from the sheer mortals idiocy!
Human devotion, so fragile, so freckle, so self-centric,
wish have an inch depth of the perpetual, perennial Gorge, the mighty!
Neither, any earthly disposition, can comprehend,
nor approach the grand Gorge, in reflections, so fickle, so tiny;
as insignificant as their fleshly existence,
in the face of the abiding Gorge,
the exalted composition of the Almighty!
Categories:
erosive, absence, appreciation, deep, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
Dare Listen
by Odin Roark
Time chooses to whisper,
Having endured shouting decades,
A species’ feigned listening,
Maelstrom's obsessive noise-making.
Still persistent
Is but a parade,
A just married tin can raucous
Tied to mankind's bumper.
How tenuous one’s duration.
Yesterday…
Sitting inside time's tree house,
This place of early discoveries,
Where do and don't became but chaff-covered kernels
A slow growing wisdom first heard,
Through Daddy’s cheap wine curiosity
Slowly washing away innocence,
Introducing adult fantasies
Through the malaise of unknown tomorrows.
Synchronously, tiny sparrows
Nesting in branches above
Chirped their own hunger pangs,
Awaiting mother and worm.
Below, a squirrel foraging acorns paused,
Looked up and listened to the now of Nature’s family,
Savored sounds of his own way and means.
Today…
Time awaits the next moment.
As far as the eye can see,
Old roof tops recede,
Conifers hold firm their rightful place
Hosting fowl and predator alike,
Remaining ready to engage the next of reality’s misdeeds,
Endless out-of-control concussion of erosive man,
While Nature digs in for another encounter.
In duration’s not too distant future,
Man’s earth destroying roar
Will hopefully stumble and be swallowed
By the unsullied trees,
Rocks,
And life-consciousness,
Allowing the essence of Nature's inexhaustive patience
To be heard.
Dare listen…
Some will hear the desperate existence whisper
The harmonious nocturnes of everything that is,
Embracing the elusive nothingness of peace,
Even as attachment and resistance
Remains forever tone deaf.
Author Notes
Nature’s often abstract way of communicating may someday be all that’s left. (Image by M. Meir)
© Odin Roark. All rights reserved, 9 hours ago
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Categories:
erosive, nature,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Ice is the strangest substance
upon this earth then yet it
is seen as insignificant by
many.
It forms from water-droplets
within clouds, flowing rivers
and even in oceans where energy
is forever in motion.
It floats when it should sink;
density is transformed from heavy
to light even though the chemistry
remains unchanged.
It falls ever so gracefully in the
form of snow then yet wind transforms
it into a violent blizzard.
Every snowflake differs but its
crystallization is aided by
particles in the air, either natural
or man-made; it is said thunder
is created whenever they bombard
one another creating bursts of energy
transforming a cloud into a bubble of light.
Mountains become its home where it
fills crevices that adorn jagged peaks.
It twists and turns creating a deep
bowl-like hollow; a cirque is thus
created.
Seasons go by and snow continues to
fall surviving the short summer
thus the snow transforms to firn and
néve as pressure increases compacting
past layers of fallen snow.
Time passes slowly; the snow has now
become ice.
The mountain is no longer its home
for the cirque has been breached –
a glacier has formed.
The power of gravity exerts itself
onto the river of ice making it flow
downstream.
The steep mountain-sides and once
v-shaped valleys become victims of
the erosive power of the glacier bed;
picking up rocks and boulders of
unimaginable size transforming it
into sandpaper.
As time goes on the mountain scenery
changes ever so slowly as the glacier
retreats back into the womb of its
creation.
The valleys become u-shaped, rivers
and lakes dominate the scree covered
land where plant-life invades the
now bare soil; and layers of rock
exposed displaying the elements
of time.
The power of ice may be hidden but
its creations are all round us,
beautiful and enchanting.
Categories:
erosive, nature, science, snow, power,
Form:
Free verse
war rages upon buttes
nature's elements lash out
against lofty peaks
frigid winds and rain
slowly carve out gaping wounds
indiscernibly
deeply scarred faces
erosive testimony
of battered bodies
Tanya Harrington © 07-03-2012
For Mountain Haiku Contest
Categories:
erosive, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Ooooh wow...a nice classy fortified wine dressed in a milky white dress. Shimmering for all to see. Injest not the erosive clatter of a purple frog. As it is far to dangerous. One may end up quacking. Or shivering in a bikini on a desert floor at three am. After midnight loopholes are often embellished with sounds so one can use a curly stick to jump into and over the many plates who arrive with handbags edged with carefully extracted silver. Who sounded the hunting horn of Thor? Not I said the fourth dimensional rune stone.I am happy to keep my inscription in this lovely luxurious box. Tinder cartoon it be not. I will wait for the wind. Erotic cries of Freya balancing on cymbal clouds. Exonerating falsities with wisps of sunlit hairs. Box shut. I marvel at the eighty nine acres of a moonlit street. Standing in a sinkhole. Sunken jag. Sunk not a beetroot though. They are very pleased in a jar whirling. Questionable is the beak of a large lobster flying. Often disguised. Disguises are unnecessary and unneeded and often the cackle of a candle can evoke a wandering godly orb. Orbital sound then. Oh good. Injestion and resulting in synchronized delivery in a swamp. Turds are often great for expulsion yet a turnip can be quite quick to move. So tread very carefully in a vegetable patch to avoid scarring. A mist in a mountain is a dew ball but free-falling with a thousand foot golden baseball bat is akin to holding a sword to a heavenly cloud to release acronyms and cones of very charismatic mind orbs. Viewed in orbicular centimetres and carried on the breezes by the caterpillar planes. Planting painting properly posted placed characterful colourful clown club visiting iron rays of dome. Sap seep swept sweltering swelling serpentry sent son. Sun. X and now I will have a sit down on the appropriate asteroid. And drink a large cup of air. Under Up under Up xxxxx
Categories:
erosive, beautiful,
Form:
Exotic egos evade exit endings, encompass=ing eccentric
extensive earwaxed essentials/ergo enameled equi,
existentials everexuding extra egg entrenched eyecons,
extricating eerie effervescent
ephemerals. Ecoli epitaths engulfing erratic enticing eras, escorting
electric eel embraces establishing estival estates ever enticing
etiological esrogenic excerpts effecting extracurricular edsel
edacious eddy ecto estrogenic ecstacies---endemic endowments
enervative energies, etheral engagements, ethylolic etudes eulogized
evinces evasive evidenced evil equipped evocative enforced
excimer excised exercised excessed extrapolated, extended, excess-ed
extravagantly exualted enviously extroverted extrinsic extrose
excused excited exclusive evolved evangalized eventualated
everlasting etude estranged estopped etched eternal enriched
enthralled estate established espirited expressed essemplastic
erosive erratic errantly erased equipoposed epitomized eualized
epicured entombed enthused entertained enthroned entitleded
enlightened enlaced enmeshed enlisted enlarged endured.
Enclosed encounters enlist enclaved endeavors. Endangered
empathys em pale emotive embalmings empty emulsions
extricated eleventh elevated elegant elementary existentials.
Elderly ego ejections, elastic executions, egrets. Ecstatic entrails
endorsed. End-demic equivalents extracted.
Categories:
erosive, allegory, change, culture, fate,
Form:
Alliteration
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volatile erasure
vehement evasion
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erosive volume
evasive venom
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Categories:
erosive, dark, nature, surreal, violence,
Form:
Concrete
The nucleus of a pin cushion is akin to the internal mechanisms of a sausage. A big massive drama but don't tell Dalai Lamar and the turtle doves will sing and swing in the breeze. A damsel in distress is a fruit pie filling times ten. Or perhaps twenty? But never pickle a grape drop from a left handed swing. Pin pom pom poppy head exploding erosive calamities. Haha eat a stew of dust and concrete with petrol fumes in a finest case. In a tunnel. Chop chop chip and a choooo choooo chooo but no luggage. Baggage is a drink driving drapery. And how cool is a Gatorade and how interesting the scatter of seeds grabbing a garter in an elevated garden in a bypass crawl. Xxxxx now eat. Pardon no patron. And mind no mind levels. It is to integrate to separate a chord from an elbow and fuel in a soup travels great distances in a leavened bowl. But bit no bite and break no bustier. In a negligee perform aerobatic circumferences across lights. Weeee weeeee eeeeeee reeeeee and a radio grinning and smiling from two little eyes of green. Greek goddess getting gods gratefully grating garbage. And an earthenware bowl. Dancing. Flotation. Footstool prancing in a nine acre field and answering a phone at this time is nevertheless seemingly stamping. A stomp thought. Not necessarily reflecting a wide angled view of beautiful sunset lit sceneries. Hahahaha but no hahaha. Now bake a cake ball and clap loudly. Then snore. Wow. A whoooooshing ball. Arriving. Boing boing boing. Great. Fabulous isn't it. Shoot score snorting shaping sharks shapely. And a green epitomized giant dancing around and around and around with 900 bikinis, a dress, a fish tank and a pile of misshapen leaves. So now play a nice game of croquet with eighty-nine frogs who have elevated seats. Haha dusk. Nice. Wow. Xxxxx travestational. Z z z z z
Categories:
erosive, best friend,
Form:
Eractive verses
dissolve in
circumvented
waves of
irreal words
& surreal swords
(mill for the grist)
Versating ellisions
mutate in
discombobulated
wordclouds of
maloverted lords
& diverted hordes
Egestive extremism
emerges from
specious endgames
& epic sadism
Mismusing holists
grope for hope
within mischievous holes
& eternal sloth
Blobified circumstances
cavort with
aversive erasures
ensuring elusive endings
& erosive circumbobulation
(grist for the thrill)
Categories:
erosive, dark, humorous, nonsense, surreal,
Form:
Free verse
Your love is corrosive
Caustic
Eating away at my sense of worth
Scathing
Your words
More so your silence
Burning away
The tender fibers of my heart
And I smile
As I’m being eaten alive...
Vitriolic embraces
Scorching simply because
They are too brief
Too perfunctory
Erosive kisses
Eroding my passion
With their simple pecks mockery
Instead of intercourse of lips and tongue
Acerbic love making
The smell of my burning flesh
Lingering after the brief encounter
Of two bodies devoid of souls
I’m being reduced to nothing
Acrid tears burn down my cheeks
In the destructive light
Of your “love”
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
erosive, abuse, anger, love hurts,
Form:
Free verse
A HISTORY OF ONE DAY
Seven and the hated buzz assaults my ears,
And in a half-hour I am in metro-hell crowded.
In a glass box, with a thousand pole-hangers loaded,
Each pretending not to see the others.
Then out up the steps of Mauthausen and push
Into an open freezer of darkness and murk,
Dodging ice-patches where treachery might lurk,
Over the bridge cowering from traffic’s rush.
Expending energy all day in voice and limb,
The school is warm and noisy with youth lively
Eroding my scant patience until five, when I tidy
Up their mess gratefully. I’ve had it to the brim.
Someone else, anyone else, sends them to doting parents
To be recharged and re-armed for tomorrow’s erosive assault on me.
Change clothes, cigarette and a small coffee,
Then zombie-like I fall into the crowd across the bridge, spent.
Looking sideways at the ducks in the dark river - bliss! -
Two or three eiders and a mallard, playing carefree,
Scuttling freely about after crumbs under a fallen tree.
The ducks are past now, and we plunge into the abyss -
Down, down, as the chambers of Auschwitz, leading nowhere
With the unseeing pole-thousand in our glass box like rats,
And roar our weary way west to the suburban flats
And flop into an armchair to watch the tv news there
About nothing happening to no one in particular, this day - again.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Entered in FRANK H.’s Contest “A History Of One Day”
Categories:
erosive, day, history,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
If I a bare fisted foot that a layered leaf once left undisturbed but amongst the rising becomes a glow and fortress is a finger roll and rolling is a non adventurous activity in a nine metre road. But no roadworks. They are mainly dependent upon corrosive erosive sealant. And many a glance or glare from a twisted turtle head could almost be forgiven for a sub consciousness riot is often a forefront in a non moving pawn game. Stagnant are those who watch am eclipse upside down. I am a Heidelberg Heifetz herlump but maybe a justification of heuristic heiferlump. I am unsure as to which prison I am currently visiting but working us waiting and waiting is a turbulent torrent of a torrid display. Merely an astronaut could fly this path. Really? Really? An opulent society is a dug grave waiting. No ha to that. But a bursting angle is an angled angel angling. Ha to that. Now spin. Yes. Spin. Horticultural herrod bar. Hum...hmmm.
Categories:
erosive, africa, age, america, angel,
Form:
My soul is dusted dry the well is bare
No more tears but the pain still there
Secluded solitudes in my own abyss
Frozen fantasies of the love I miss
In sacred silences standing still
Dancing demons devouring will
In vastness voids a soul is crying
Erosive echo’s of life’s denying
Fractiously falling inside forever
Lonely landscapes of the nefarious never
Come and find me in my solitude
Where anguish roams and love subdued.
Dec.02.2016
COME AND FIND ME IN MY SOLITUDE - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose
Categories:
erosive, heartbroken, loneliness, solitude,
Form:
Rhyme