Best Hiss Poems
Within Hellish Abyss, Sounds Serpent's Hiss
Some tales he admires, considers so great,
in that clear vein, he does not hesitate.
Writing as madman, pen splashing hot ink,
there his mind and his poetic heart sink.
Sometimes fast and furious as pen flies,
born of deepest pain, as huge tears he cries
Despair, verses come as if from master Poe
then his joy arrives, his art starts to show.
Darkness invades and flesh is cut by blades,
amidst scattering of blacken tirades.
Within hellish abyss, sounds serpent's hiss
all set into a very Poe-like kiss.
Waiting for Poe to cast another verse,
raven curses, his soul sets to rehearse
Lines that eat into dark, its hellish pits
inspiration enfolds his deep inked fits.
World seethes into darkest of evil dark,
nothing matters except poetic marks.
His heart raging in blackest of hard blacks
he writes, before his Poe-etic trance cracks.
Some tales he admires, considers so great,
in that clear vein, he does not hesitate.
Writing as madman, pen splashing hot ink,
there his mind and his poetic heart sink.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-17- 2018
Dark rhyme, ( Dedicated to Master Poe)
Note: When inspired, let the pen dance.
If it is dark and Poe speaks, carry that torch until it burns the poetic mind.
Such is gift, a gem if one embraces the muse and says , ok let her rip..
a baby rattler
a coil of consequences
napping on warm stones
John G. Lawless
7/8/2020
Within Hellish Abyss, Sounds Serpent's Hiss,
Part Two
As Poe'sque verses come demons surround,
night hours break into loud hideous sounds.
With claws and long fangs thirsting for warm blood,
more beasts appear in a torrential flood.
Yet nothing can stop pen and its dark ink,
for deep in poetic dark, poet sinks.
In distant pits of hell, flames rise and roar,
as lost mortals seek to even old scores.
Pen recharges onto paper that begs,
as if it had marathon running legs
For now master Poe's image had arrived,
uttering these bold words, "I have survived"!
More verses pour from his cracked and parched lips,
on pain, death, heartbreak, ancient sunken ships.
Sailors wailing as dark waters they drank,
and into dooming depths bodies thus sank.
Poe calls out warning, "my stay may be brief",
poet cries, "faster pen, give me relief".
"Obey this order, least my black mist leaves,
express these scenes for master Poe so grieves".
Demons moan, wanting black and darker still,
as their wickedness begs more savage thrills.
Magnificent master Poe again speaks,
"waste not these hours, Raven's power soon peaks"!
Robert J. Lindley, 9-21-2018
Dark rhyme, ( Dedicated to Master Poe)
, Part Two
She wanted a baby more than life
So she went and booyah’d 50 guys
Her smile dazzled everyone she met
When she finally learned she was pregnant
Her breasts grew larger, her belly too
She decorated the nursery with pink and blue
But at the doctors, something was amiss
The only sound was the instrument’s hiss
There wasn’t a heartbeat; her eyes grew wide
“Doctor is my baby, dead inside?”
“Let’s do a sonogram, see what it shows”
But his eyes were sad, his movements slow
As the sonogram screen lit up the womb
It wasn’t as they’d thought, a baby’s tomb
Because in fact, there was no baby there
Just an aching hole, and a woman’s despair
Sure like to share my innermost thoughts
Haven't yet found where they're hidden
Searched and searched but really no luck
Gonna put out a Lost Data bulletin
Sure they were there the last time I checked
But that was way back in my teens
At some point between back then and now
They're totally missing it seems
Other stuff's missing like my wavy black hair
It once was my crowning glory
It's now really thin and getting thinner
It's white for which I'm quite sorry
Heard some people age rather gracefully
That ain't the case with yours truly
As well as thin and white with some cooties
It's really unmanageable and unruly
Should have expected this turn of events
From a handsome young fellow to this
So I've had to accept I'm less of a charmer
Here's a big boohoo and a hiss!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Malicious creatures
will bring end your life to its end
Bites with good poison
Beware of what starts with a hiss and a roar,
As it is sure to soon sport, a broken oar,
With sellotape being sent for,
To cover up what is an obvious flaw.
Yes beware what starts with a hiss and a roar,
As something could be rotten to the core,
With those afraid of being shown the door,
Looking to cover up that flaw.
Beware of what starts with a hiss and a roar,
As it is you and me who will have to pay the more,
When the cover up is no more,
If those who knew about the flaw,
But kept going using an oar,
That should never have left the store,
Manage to sneak out the door.
A songbird serenaded trilling so sweet.
It resonated thru my soul.
I pulsed to the beat.
Sitting by the pond a frog greeted me.
I croaked back at him serendipitously.
I came across a dog whose tail was wagging.
I bent over to greet him, my body gently sagging.
I discovered a snake concealed in the mist.
I stood quietly in place and let him hiss, hiss, hiss..
I'd rather cuddle with a cobra,
And chance its lethal venom
Than to fight with female spite-
Cause to strike is like such women!
And it all comes to this,
A whine and a hiss..
Can you look at that sadness?
A feeling of utter madness.
When you are ignored and put down.
Those emotions - when you are beginning to drown.
Hey! Also, that sorry gloom running on your face.
A world has crashed on you and left you in a daze.
A mere disagreement is all it takes.
For insomniac nights and sombre days.
Very often, we kill our soul!
A chaste existence takes the shade of coal!
And it all comes to this...
A whine and a hiss!
Let fears not hiss, heart prefers bliss
Throbbing fullness, here now
Rapture of divine sublime kiss
It just is ~ don’t ask how
Stop thought flow, be now free
With pulse of love agree
In carefree, joyous spree
The trick is this
Let fears not hiss
07-May-2022
Quietus
she releases hiss, tires flat
but for spouse with a spare tire.
repaired, but this is amiss -
her teeth release hiss
Chris was shaking all the hands close to his.
He’d just thrashed a math problem like a whiz:
At home shall tell stories starting with this;
Exactly the chance he would never miss.
“Sorry that the Math you solve makes your bliss:
At eighteen you still don’t know how to kiss
While Chris kept waltzing heard a long hiss
Sarah who had sworn “Nothing like false peace”
This week shall be getting a new boyfriend
And shan’t be sleeping alone next weekend
Once an achievement is like a rubbish
The assessor chooses to be snobbish.
Oh most of Europe..' Is in a fit.' Realitys has kicked in.' Also
Putin says has been safekeeping, many intercepted kidnapped kids.? Some are American too.' Now what will
The so willing do.? I even doubt this (true story) will be
Explored? being much too gory.' Oh dear Lord!! cause Trump
And Vance, must know on which foot fits the shoe.? Till
Then? its (Hiss slap spit) ya know what America? let them spit on me too.'
Potential is
the moulted skin
of a snake in jest—
laced with
the plastic tatters
of an old crow's nest.
A makeshift bulletproof vest.
With a valiant crest.
Worn by a soldier
on a hollow conquest—
to claim broken toys
in a fetid wormy chest.
It means nothing.