Best Imbalanced Poems
Coffee Addiction
Calibrating coffee homeostasis flows easily back and forth
On the ‘high’-way of instant craze and crave of gratification
'Feodor' true to his name slurps the divine gift all day to rise
From moody withdrawal of night slumber slumping aground
Energetic vigour and buoyant exuberance alights from
Exhaustion brought on by life and pulsating caffeine’s fix
Abortive attempts to reduce hooked intake accrued no success
Doomed at one time and in lack of hot water 'Feodor' even
Dissolved coffee in Cola to feed effervescent dependence
Imbalanced the mixture blew up but nourished his need
Caressed by foam on his face he confronted his addiction
To vow not to drink less tropical grind but have water
In sufficient vital supplies at all times to keep well afloat
On balance his highs derived from his beverage of choice
Navigate his depression much better than Cocaine or booze
30th November
Categories:
imbalanced, addiction, good morning,
Form:
Acrostic
From the moment I feel that spark
in the palm of your hand and let it
run over the bone of my hip, I am placed in a
euphoria that drags along with me for months and
years.
It keeps me awake at night and clouds my focus
during the conference calls, bathroom breaks, and
monotonous drives home. It puts me to sleep as I stand
over the boiling pot of spinning webs.
I can feel every stroke of your finger across my face, my thoughts of it. I am
trapped in my memory and longing for the silence of water
falling from the shower head as I drink you in over and over.
It makes my heart flutter and pound and fumble to catch its breath. It makes my mind start and stop
and sputter like a Chrysler with no battery. I hold it quietly around my middle, to protect me from the
emptiness of acceptance.
This is a dirty trick of an imbalanced mind. It is not the very real experience and longing that I try to
compress with this very unhelpful, old washcloth.
Categories:
imbalanced, angst, confusion, introspection, recovery
Form:
Free verse
Tell me if it is true,
She too has a heart that can hurt
Hurt her for me, Hurt that girl
And I will saunter to soothe her
But don’t harm her, it hurts
I need my first words felt in the heat
My fountain spilling ink in her heart
Hurt her heart
My eyes run into hers, I surrender
My courage deems, yet I solder
Stare back and scare
Yet I mean to be man, this girl
I care, I swear, and there
I lose it, hurt; I want her to listen
Our souls echo; hearts beat and eyes mate
Hurt that girl
Tell her the drunken spit
Hair like half a tooth brush
Skin like a porcupine, come on
Hog, bad bacon
A bother, why bother?
Call her hyena’s canine
Kin of the warthog, imbalanced buttock
Go, hurt her ego and go
Yes, I know, I kowtow
Her silk, sweet hair, I blush in layers
Her skin is keen, no pin,
I dare not listen to her, she pinches
She’s baby, that girl is lucky
Sweet goodness, tell her for me I’m on the way
To tell her for you, Sweet girl
You made her for me!
But I have no way
Hurt that girl, I’m on my way
Hurt my darling.
Contest type: Genius or criminal
Categories:
imbalanced, lovesweet, me, sweet,
Form:
I have a friend yeah a subconscious one
Always following me in the days vibrant sun.
He's very very like me from the heels to the head
And he's there until I jump into bed.
But he's also very very not like me at all,
Like there are days when he can be so god damn tall!
There are those times he swells widely with pride
And there are days when he hibernates happy to hide.
He's made up of choices I have yet or afraid to find
If I delve in deeper I may wish to fast forward or rewind.
He contains my invisible parts I still have to discover
Moreover my future self held for ransom.
I reckon he's made of igneous rock, in bright light
He shoots up like a transformer, Mr. Biotite.
I wonder what it thinks of me with each passing day
Cowardly out of my vision like a bird of prey.
Yet if we lost it we would shrivel like a dried prune
Our existence imbalanced no longer in tune.
See we've got a friend, a subconscious one
In the long run will show us how things are done.
Categories:
imbalanced, character, deep, faith, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
with rhythmic balance
perfect kite flies up in sky
thread reeling controls
even in air's speed
imbalanced plays no no dance
back with nose diving
Categories:
imbalanced, flying, fun,
Form:
Haiku
I heard from our Tree today.
He and She were both
barely speaking to me
forgetting Her root system
all tangled up with Historied trunk of convexly hierarchical
branches of photosynthetic production,
rather than sharing Her permaculturing compost
more naturally and economically balanced.
I watched our Tree today
while fading memories of shared Him-Her nutrients,
breathing together,
following our full color spectrum
from light through double-bound dark
absence of presence
springing up summer
and falling down winter,
shared days and seasons and informating species,
riding times' energetic gravitating wu wei surf edge,
tipping point between past practice of warm v. cold memories
and future's predicted GoldenLocks intent,
"just right" Earth Day
growing lovely forest dreams
of mutual forbearance and organic porridge sustenance,
and synergetic gratitude,
not so much growling at one another
barking out Golden Rules' bicamerolling spiral head,
core ring of TaoNowLogistics.
Tree therapy for weak-rooted imbalanced ecopathology,
breathing in Him
then breathing out Her EcoLogos wisdom
unweaving binomially out again
embracing His Easter
uprising recreation.
Categories:
imbalanced, creation, earth, earth day,
Form:
Free verse
Endless thoughts stream through my scattered and unstable mind.
The by-product of a chemically imbalanced, bi-polar, and drug abused brain.
My concentration is lost somewhere in the confusion my incoherent thoughts.
Unable to achieve any significant mental stability or consistent relevance.
As another day rots into night, night into day. Isolated in a mental hell.
Enslaved by my compulsive habits and nervous with my irrational fears.
Existing in a manic state, no time to eat or sleep, no chance of normalcy.
Searching for a solution that doesn't involve a gun and a bullet.
Categories:
imbalanced, anxiety, depression, imagery, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
I and you and this world
He, She and they.
Mixture of minds
A made society a world
Imbalanced and imperfect
No good measurement of blending.
I am a one and one mind
Still busy to think
Living in this zigzag world
Everyone is not like to me
Mad ! Planning to change
My inner craziness.
Only me alone hoping.
Lack of far-sighting
Not only me innocent world
They all thoughtless
Ruining the every part
It seems losing beauty.
Here is needed to search
Where is the seeds of imbalance?
Correction of madness
Everyone is crazy, not conscious !
Gradually my days going down
Not only me, all's
The days coming, no change
That one day,
Never came expected day.
One after another the generation
Landing on the Earth !
After regretting
Changing into the dust
We haven't learnt yet
We are for what ?
Glory of being human
Even we are not for each other.
No safety, no shelter
The world is moving
With empowering damage and triggering
Attempt of fulfilling
Own thought than anything
Imperfect Mixture of Minds !
Categories:
imbalanced, bullying, conflict, cry, destiny,
Form:
Free verse
The sin of excess use does breed revulsion,
And rampant hollowness turns love to lust,
And ignorance outshouts the learned's repulsion,
And violent vitriol begets disgust.
My stomach palates not these corp'ral dungs,
My heart's emotions clot and freeze unused,
My reason's aerie 'voids their plaguing lungs,
My passion's seat's inflamed, their creeds eschewed.
But when I'm most imbalanced and unsettled,
My love for you recenters and restreams,
My organs chime with daily hymns re-mettled,
This fallen Earth with Sunday morn's redeemed.
My elements align when loving you;
Their harmony resounds, naught can re-skew.
Categories:
imbalanced, love,
Form:
Sonnet
An adolescent of the 60s,
now nearly sixty years later,
I still at least half trust
thirty and under agree
If you and I
are not part of our cooperative solution,
then we are part of Earth's competing subclimate problem,
pattern,
economic anti-ecological policy,
political bicameral bipolar procedure...
In fact,
or so I subjectively feel
is objectively pointed fact,
I could agree
this is precisely
an important half-balancing dipolar truth,
Because
if we are part of Earth's cooperative health intent,
motivation, both spiritual and natural
raison d'etre,
holonic gestalt,
then we are also not not competing co-operators,
as LeftBrain logically calculating
as RightBrain silently, holonically, listening
for non-violent co-operating potential;
Which is why I feel as fact
when +1 is not(not) 0-squared egalitarian,
then, at last, and least imbalanced,
we are getting some co-operative bilateral ego/eco-binary where,
phallic-1 and orifice-0 icons
following patriarchal and matriarchal behavioral passion powers
Both ego-here and eco-there
no longer quite so either/or square
LeftBody v RightMind, and Wing, and Wall
competitively dividing future opportunities
for health care circle giving
and receiving ZeroZone cooperatively owned
and managed
recycling wealth of binomial opportunity,
Like a universal patriarchal capitalist Right
bowing namaste with
uni-dipolarian matriarchal sacred communion Left
grace- and peace-full,
which feels awesomely like a square diamond
rational polynomial fact to measure
in a potentially flowing kind
of fleeting non-violent wave-function
ultra-violet brilliant
reverse dualdark
non-hierarchically inclusive
WholeSystem True
HolySpirit/Nature
ElderRight/NewerLeft ZeroZone healthy Life
whole warm womb
wealthy wet-flowing
wiki-nomial WuWay.
Categories:
imbalanced, health, humor, language, math,
Form:
Free verse
Spent seventy cents on sentry saints
Though soul and spirit rebel with the pulse
I read their abuse with an effort of excuse
This rum, this loaf to feast is grossly imbalanced
These pennies paid with pains on African plains
Twice a dozen days my labor effort to afford
This gesture though un-lorded is induced
To keep on keeping on a faint kiss on the cross
Multitudes embrace, a singly saint can't otherwise
Not for the hate, neither duty nor pride
It's to keep the tradition not to go instinct
We were schooled givers never lack
For fair play, takers also never lack
In appreciation, a pauper comes riding a Lexus
And by the way life goes, Earth will crowd Heavens
Wouldn't there be a gendarme post raised?
Then a ghetto for the screening of saints
But for the cents, the kobo's and cowries offered
Heavens will erect a bureau De change
God, for the treasure the Earth offers thee.
Categories:
imbalanced, irony, earth,
Form:
Free verse
Imbalanced decisions
Harmonizing the whole
Contemplation Beset
Question what you know
Congregated Thoughts
Entrapping your flow
Imposing upon
An Uncertain “no”
It is imminent ...
Decide where to go !
Categories:
imbalanced, confusion, imagination, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
A wine connoisseur
Varied emotions filled river of wine
My life's canoe set sail in it....
I am the connoisseur of my life
I ought to make exotic choice
I rowed with shiny oar of love,
trust and kindness....
My canoe was filled with sweet wine
Smooth sail, life beautiful, vivacious
I rowed with dark oar of hate,
jealousy, selfishness....
My canoe was filled with bitter wine
Sail imbalanced, life ugly, languid
My life turned mirror of my choices!
© Anulaxmi Nayak,2015
For contest: a wine connoisseur
Sponsor: Chase Trevi
Date: 30th august 2015
Categories:
imbalanced, art, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
The more weapons there will be:
the more likely a crime will be committed using one;
the lower their SES (socio-economic status) will be;
the lower their intelligence level will be;
the more likely they are be mentally and emotionally incompetent;
the more likely they are to have a persecution complex;
excessive defense mechanisms, experience mass paranoia,
be mentally incompetent or imbalanced, be an increase in suicides;
the more likely a woman will be killed or injured;
the more likely accessories will increase weapons effectiveness and rapidity;
the more likely they will be automatic designed to commit mass murder with;
the more likely principles stated in the 2d amendment will be violated;
the more likely the victim and killer will be from the United States;
the more likely the killer will exhaust their supply of ammunition;
the more likely a weapon will be used in an altercation;
the more likely there will be an accidental gun death;
the more likely will be the absence of an effective weapons training program;
the more likely safety devices will not be present;
the more likely an accidental death will occur at home;
the more likely owners of weapons will encourage weapons safety programs;
the more likely no local files or background security checkups exist;
the more likely will be absence of cool down period for purchase of weapons;
the more likely will be an undocumented weapons sales;
the more likely will be increase in amount of money to support damages;
the more likely a potential murderer is to steal a weapon;
the more likely a weapon will not be used for self-defense;
the more likely a woman will be present in a domestic abuse situation;
the more likely increase in deaths will be created and caused by a weapon;
the more likely will be the absence of a successful permitting process;
the more likely will be the presence of a negative stimulus.
Trying to make up my mind regarding weapons.
Categories:
imbalanced, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Silent you were, aloud you shouted
Heavy it looked, lighter you took
Imbalanced you were, in balance you are
Know how had you, but his deep in you
Over and over along, the moons waned
Many shouted to you, I just whispered
All you put off, I kept trying
Men swarmed in, your actual hive
My knees I bend, to thought and thought
Turning my eyes agony,for you but gone
Out of the odds, you thinned and slimmed
Luck is not sun, we know must set
On the contra, it shoots like flashes
Vivacious is luck, before it thunders in
Every trouser feel, every dress to stress
Categories:
imbalanced, 2nd grade, africa, appreciation,
Form:
Acrostic