Best Glaze Over Poems
Whiskey Lips So Sublime
Whiskey Lips step now over the line of true fire-water,
As a warm-burning brings forward one glowing sign.
The golden mead of sweet mountain dew appears now,
As each golden drop sighs it moment of escape and as
The alcohol signals and sparks the wildest of spirits in
One’s own true self!
This moment of sublime ecstasy excites and sparks your
Deepest inner-spirit and you begin to slur and sing loudly,
As your mind begins to reel from the drunken delight of
Your very own intoxicating breaths—noble, yet stupid,
As you become drunken forever under each psychic sip
You taketh from the deepest pool in the very depths of
Your eternal soul!
Your very eyes now glaze over a breathless message
You have found in the cheapest of whiskey bottles.
Saying a divine prayer to Almighty God Himself,
You open the bottle cork now and take notice that a
Little genie pops out of nowhere and begins to take all
Three of your mythic wishes granted together into one!
With that, this little genie shall begin dancing and singing
An ancient Irish whiskey song in your presence into the
Wee hours of the morning until you both pass out and fall
Into a drunken stupor with your whiskey lips so sublime!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – July 23, 2018
(Free Verse)
Categories:
glaze over, allegory, celebration, fun, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
His:
He played softly on (Les Paul Strings) (The Day That He Returned Home) from the war. (One
More Mile) to go, then he will be (Kissing and Caressing) her. That was all he thought of on
his long journey home. He was going to try and win over (The Iceberg Beauty) he saw so
long ago while (Sitting on the Beach). (Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained) so (He Left Her a
White Rose). He was hoping the (Dark Maiden) would become (Golden and Gorgeous) once
again when (In the Meadow We Lay).
(She Entered My Dream)s forever on that day, right after we dove into the water. When (We
Came Up For Air) (The Flow of My Heart) stopped suddenly. (Have You Ever Sat Still), so still
breathing stops, the eyes suddenly glaze over and when the (Doves Fly), (The Raven
Succumbs)?
Hers:
(Her Reoccuring Dream) was to become a blond (Beach Beauty) once again for him, as he
was always (In Her Dreams). He would cover her with (Sunset Kisses) and the flame of life
in her would never flicker and die. Alas, (The Mirrors Spoke) of her (In Ageing Decay) as
she (Sat in Shame No More). Her time was up, those (Three Wishes on The Sandy Beach)
were not enough. She needed a fourth to be young for evermore. Instead (On Blue Silk She
Lies), this time her eyes will remain shut (When They Close For Evermore)!
* Narrative derived from one poets work here on the Soup.
Categories:
glaze over, lost love, on writing
Form:
Narrative
A Pause Long Enough
I don't mind
if you sit
at the head of the table
I have no desire
to take your place from you
You can tell me your stories
Yes you can tell me of your many accomplishments
I will give of my ears
by listening intently
I will ask you questions
for I know how much you love to answer
We will celebrate you together
I will be interested
for I know that is what you need
All the while I am hoping
that you might wish to see
but a small part of me
That you might momentarily glimpse in my direction
That your eyes won't glaze over when I speak
I pray there might be enough air for me to breathe
Perhaps if I wait long enough
listen more intently
If I offer you more praise
Maybe you will be full enough
satiated
For then you might
look at me
Ask me what is important
read my heart
For in writing I find a pause
long enough for me to express
To answer those questions I ask of myself
The questions I wish you would ask
Yet somehow I know you won't ask
at least not now
For you do not have the inclination or desire to ask
For you do not wish to waste a single breath
on me....
Categories:
glaze over, angst, feelings, growing up,
Form:
Free verse
A Pause Long Enough
I don't mind
If you sit
At the head of the table
I have no desire
To take your place from you
You can tell me your story
You can tell me of your many accomplishments
I will give of my ears
By listening intently
I will ask you questions
For I know how much you love to answer
We will celebrate, you together
I will be interested
For I know that is what you need
All the while I am hoping
That you may wish to see
But a small part of me
That you might momentarily glimpse in my direction
That your eyes won't glaze over when I speak
That there might be enough air for me to breathe
Perhaps if I wait long enough
Listen more intently
Offer more praise
Maybe you will be full enough
Satiated
For then you might
Look at me
Ask me what is important
Read my heart
for in writing I find a pause
Long enough for me to express
To answer the questions I ask of myself
The questions I wish you might ask
Yet I know will never ask
At least not now
For you do not have the ability or desire to ask
For you do not wish to waste a single breath
On me.
Categories:
glaze over, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Fingertips click a
desperate breakbeat
as eyes glaze over
in blue light baptism
please overwhelm me
Binary jungle,
you glowing cesspit
through the clipping
curtain echoes a choir
of post-post ironic
agoraphobics.
Dopamine is a myth,
an expired meme
deemed mega cringe
Let the file rot into
informational abscess
Here we all wait before
Heaven's blockchained gate
tired of partaking into
a satire so removed from
a cogent solution,
It is simply void.
Here is coldest oblivion in
this stupid cyborg machine,
but the world is so
Y2K heat death-core
Whatever that means
It turned a generation
made us abandonware
Just to feed us nostalgia
for times when we
would bother to care.
Categories:
glaze over, computer, funny, irony, music,
Form:
Free verse
Honey you done used me up
Chewed me up
And carelessly spit me out
Now several years passed
And I see you again
You all smiles
You offer me the chance
(Again)
To help you out
“Come on
Don’t you wanna be my friend?”
I say,
“Nope”
Honey you done used me up
Chewed me up
And carelessly spit me out
I say,
“Thanks for the lesson
I now pay attention
And no longer work for momentary smiles
And long-lasting sneers
Honey you done used me up
Chewed me up
And carelessly spit me out
So I say, Nope
I don’t care what you want”
And I smile back
But you’re not upset
(At least you don’t show it)
Your eyes glaze over a second
And you’re instantly off
Looking for another ‘friend to help you out’
And I wonder
Do you ever get the chance
To brush your teeth
Between victims?
Categories:
glaze over, friendship, introspection, life, lost
Form:
Free verse
He looks into her catatonic eyes
and wonders what lies
beyond the vail of sanity.
Does the madness she screamed of hold her captive
in the twisted bowels of her mind?
He prays an escape she will find,
from the silver scaled dragons, setting villages ablaze;
no bloodless days.
Ogres fattening themselves
on tiny elves.
The constant clammering, to and fro,
an endless row
of angry, squawking, flightless birds.
And why did she, in black and grey,
to his dismay,
scribble across her beautiful painted landscapes?
Perhaps some familiar sounds
could bring her around.
A click of the remote for her favorite newscast.
He turns the volume high,
over the noise outside;
lines of traffic honking in rage.
On the news, a city falls.
Bombs blasted its walls.
It lies in a heap of smoldering ash.
Someone lost their dreams
on Ponsey schemes,
and murder rates creep up again.
In utter disgust,
he feels he must
turn away and look out the window.
To his horror and surprise,
he recognised
the "scribbling" of streets and power lines
strewn across the beautiful landscape.
His eyes glaze over.
Somewhere far away,
on a warm sunny day,
barefoot lovers run hand in hand through lush green fields;
on the sane side of the veil.
Categories:
glaze over, allusion, corruption, horror,
Form:
Free verse
I looked up the word 'boor' in my Funk n' Wagnalls to verify the truth.
I found that, "A 'boor' is one who's ill-bred, crude and somewhat uncouth!"
I find boors obnoxious and inconsiderate jerks when they flaunt their gall!
Their disgusting, rude and churlish behavior nearly drives me up the wall!
I detest loud-mouthed youths (and adults) who I suppose vie for attention.
Their total lack of respect for anything is beyond my comprehension!
Their public display of putrid language is offensive to others' ears.
Free speech is fine but public vulgarity could be reined in, it appears!
My eyes glaze over when gasbags bore me with trivial conversation,
And don't get to the point and babble on and on without cessation!
In a fine cafe why don't boors stifle cell phones and let people dine in peace!
Their chattering is akin to a pair of magpies or a skein of honking geese!
Teenage boors practically make love in malls that is offensive to many others.
Aren't kiddies today taught be a bit more discreet by their pops and mothers?
They tote their boom boxes with 'music' blaring throughout the 'hood.
I'd like to tell them where they can shove those things if I legally could!
I loathe smart aleck boors who tailgate and impair my driving vision.
Don't they know this lack of common sense is apt to cause a collision?
I reckon I'd better wind this down and not bore with further dissertation,
But no doubt by now with boorish boors you can sense my frustration!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 5 in Linda's "I'm Bored With_____" Contest - May 2011
Categories:
glaze over, funnyme,
Form:
Rhyme
Rent one to own
Feel like a conquering hero
The most life-like robotic woman
The "Caesar-Says-5-point-zero"
With all the right curves
To make your mouth water
Graduate from the virtual
Don't live in a monitor
You are so smart, David
And also you're so handsome
I can dance like Britney Spears
Or quote books by the volume
Do you want to make love?
Or perhaps just get nasty?
I won't ask any questions
If you want to get a little crazy
But my eyes glaze over
This wasn't such a deal
I return it to the factory
Because I need to keep it real
So I get into perfect shape
Cock my head with a robotic trace
Then infiltrate 'real women'
With a non-synthetic face
Categories:
glaze over, science fiction,
Form:
Free verse
My moon shun windows have been unhinged
and a panoramic mind binged on self deplore freed
Indeed by the defined journey I’ve moved through.
Through you the miraculous reflections of self-love I find
once blind, now bare to the rendezvous of this world,
of sound mind I realize my every breath is filled
as I am willed towards the prodigy I feel around me
I breathe…
and life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
My solo soul drum beats its pure sound
of unbound rhythms found above ground as I stargaze
my eyes glaze over raving in shimmering light,
feeling every word that I write authenticated,
painted across my heart untainted…
I aspire to be a living love…
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
I am not alone with thought as I walk,
wobbling along the road of existence I implode
knowing another heart in hand senses what I feel
as though the wheel of vitality destined it to so be…
so it be…
A waterfall of awakening spirit I drink its sugary taste,
mingled around my space…that place you give me,
and a gift I graciously give to you…
my undistorted expression undressed I stand astonished,
forgiving regrets I’ve gathered on my shawl of shame
as if a new name within my name has unearthed me
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
The bird of dreams sang to me one morning I woke,
invoked in me the music I once spoke without doubt,
and now as you attract me out from my hiding place,
leave your unforgettable trace amidst my days
I find new ways to stroke my pen across this page…
Uncaged…an aged energy of new I feel within you
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
Categories:
glaze over, life, love, passion, uplifting,
Form:
Alliteration
What world am I in?
Oh, that’s right…I don’t exist
I am only your fantasy
You drill holes where there ought to be hearts
You crawl into the crevices while I die
Because you will leave when reality is high
Turn on your computer
And feel your eyes glaze over
With your one hand typing…
While I paint about what we will never be
My very soul a joy kill to your ********
...
Do not push me to release...
The blood is already on the canvas
Categories:
glaze over, anger, angst,
Form:
Free verse
I behold the rose in bloom, and I cry,
I weep and I wail, then I sigh.
As the night draws in, my painful thoughts begin to wake,
I retreat into my mind and with fear I do shake.
Your clammy hand on my neck, your touch just like lead,
I close my eyes so you will go, you bury further in my bed.
I know I’m worthless, but please do not hurt,
And I try not to scream as you begin to insert.
The deed almost done, your sneer of disgust,
Your toes curl as we prepare for the final thrust.
You roar with delight, I exhale with relief,
My virginity now taken by a wretched old thief.
The memory still haunts, and the damage goes on,
I unravel the silk cloth that my knife lays upon.
Slowly but surely destruction is on its way,
I fear for my soul, but my body must pay.
Anticipation takes hold, and the blade does its work,
I press firmly down, blood appears with a jerk.
Is this the pleasure I've longed to have?
And a voice deep within screams "YES! ONE MORE JAB".
I am so frail, my young flesh so weak,
I can not go on, for my virginity he did seek.
The cold steel blade tattoos my white maiden flesh,
And the untouched skin becomes like wheat for the thresh.
I must abate, I must restrain,
This is the only way I mask the pain.
My eyes glaze over, my body feels weightless,
Each stroke is a prayer, and every cut a caress.
The guests have arrived, my relief has been fleeting,
He stands there staring, my heart is beating.
He looks at me inquisitively, mouth gaping,
And my mother knows not that her brother likes raping.
His gaze upon me, I'm his gift to unwrap,
He would rip me open and toss me like scrap.
I wish he would vanish and leave me in peace,
But his lust won’t be sated, and on me he would feast.
My legs are so withered, and my wheelchair’s a cage,
I wish that man in the Skoda didn’t have road rage.
I guess I should be grateful I can’t feel a thing,
But my mind is alive and every inch of him stings.
He gives me a present and pretends to be nice,
But don’t be fooled, it comes at a price.
He wheels me outside for a fresh of breath air,
When no one is watching he sniffs at my hair.
I wish I could lash out with my thin spastic legs,
But they are as useful as ice-cube clothes pegs.
I hope my diary doesn’t land in the wrong hands,
And if you’re reading this now then I’ve suck-cummed to his plans.
- Anonce
Categories:
glaze over, abuse, betrayal, body, dark,
Form:
Ballad
Whiskey Lips So Sublime
Whiskey Lips step now over the line of true fire-water,
As a warm-burning brings forward one glowing sign.
The golden mead of sweet mountain dew appears now,
As each golden drop sighs it moment of escape and as
The alcohol signals and sparks the wildest of spirits in
One’s own true self!
This moment of sublime ecstasy excites and sparks your
Deepest inner-spirit and you begin to slur and sing loudly,
As your mind begins to reel from the drunken delight of
Your very own intoxicating breaths—noble, yet stupid,
As you become drunken forever under each psychic sip
You taketh from the deepest pool in the very depths of
Your eternal soul!
Your very eyes now glaze over a breathless message
You have found in the cheapest of whiskey bottles.
Saying a divine prayer to Almighty God Himself,
You open the bottle cork now and take notice that a
Little genie pops out of nowhere and begins to take all
Three of your mythic wishes granted together into one!
With that, this little genie shall begin dancing and singing
An ancient Irish whiskey song in your presence into the
Wee hours of the morning until you both pass out and fall
Into a drunken stupor with your whiskey lips so sublime!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – July 23, 2018
(Free Verse)
Categories:
glaze over, allegory, celebration, fun, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
A stranger came to stay today, it took me by surprise,
A stranger came to stay today, I could see it in her eyes,
Yes she looked like my Nan, the one I’d loved for years,
Yes, she was the same Nan who had wiped away my tears.
But I knew a stranger came stay today, & she had no plans to go away.
On a good day I’d feel elated that she had remembered my name
Then on the bad days, we’d have to play this important little game
Whereby she’d only talk to me if I pretended to be Scottish Maggie MacPherson
I wonder Grandad, if in her younger days, she’d actually known this person?
Although you’d gone to spirit long before Nan became so ill
She spoke to you every day, thinking you were in her life, still
She got very angry when she thought you were late home from work
And demanded every day that my Mom was to wash & starch your shirts
Mom was at a loss to know how to cope with Nan’s constant mood swings
Your prim & proper sweetheart would swear like a trooper & throw things
Nan’s eyes would glaze over and Mom knew she’d be in for another episode
Whereby this stranger that came to stay, would just lash out & explode
Heart breaking to see the collapse my beautiful intelligent well-loved Nan
We knew this illness was not her fault & to hurt Mom was never her plan
Doing everything to make her comfortable and happy was all we could do
Until it was her time to make her journey home to spirit and to YOU
One day the stranger who came to stay, knew she was moving on to a better place
She was different & we could see a serenity & peacefulness envelope her face
Her death was very upsetting, but her release was a joyous occasion too
As it was the day her mind was set free & she could rest in the arms of you
Categories:
glaze over, grandparents,
Form:
Blank verse
The succubus bleeds in the shadows of woe, I feel nothing as your eyes glaze over. Haunted you linger with a necrotic glow. I feel nothing as your flesh begins to harden. Hush child, tis time to be silent as infinity embraces you deep. Go fourth the abyss and wander the coils of fathomless oceans of sleep…
Categories:
glaze over, anger, betrayal, crazy, dark,
Form:
Romanticism