Best Incoherently Poems
“Give them back! Give my tears back, right now—with interest!!”
—Natsuki Takaya
She wrote her marine a letter, hopeful, bright
loved with her kisses and perfume. In sight,
the postman circles ‘round. Expectantly, she
hurries to the wooden box, near the Pear tree.
Spring is in the air with robins mating, daffodils
in potent bloom and the sudden goosebump’ chills.
Sarah shuts her bedroom door, pounces on bed,
allows steam to open the envelope, read what’s said.
“Dear Sarah, soon I go into the fight, I will write more
later, after the attack. Kiss kiss, x x, hug hug score.”
Later he continues with blood, sweat and tears.
Incoherently, blots - black and blue, slide down. Fears
march up and down her spine. Vietnam’s magic trick
was to steal her joy and love. America’s turning quick -
long ere, a neighbor, fathomed regress from her guy,
which would rip the torrential tearful cloud of her eye.
moon river glowing
reflection babbles along
incoherently
© Harry J Horsman 2015
"We both are fluent in the language of love
And I want to make sweet poetry with you"
I write my words across your chest
My single letters haltingly slow down
Incoherently forming new words
Lining up in sentences withheld
Crying for attention
Your name a foreign sound
A word without meaning
Forming strings of small pearls
And I see a thousand times your name
In a million different colours
Exploding in the air like small poems
Or fireworks
Or stars in the firmament
Of our selves
***
Meme by Mel Leach
Quote by Jason Williams
Poem by Darren White
November 24, 2016
Tower of Screams
Shake, rattle, and roll as the obscenities pour from his troubled mouth,
troubled mind, and tortured Soul! Poor, poor little boy unable to control
the uncontrollable, so hard to console the inconsolable...
It is a pain to observe, imagine the pain within him? Can you hear the screams,
the nightmares are real, the fear is constant, happiness is immediately replaced
by the Demons within, good can't win, not this one, it belongs to sin...
Incoherently mumbling...something...but nothing...except obscenities, they flow
free here in his screams, they are bellowed out loud in his dreams, which are
never-ending so it seems, he screams...and screams...and screams...
life is all tragedy without relief, this is beyond belief, a terrible disease,
he believes, really believes that he is in Hell...and I am beginning to think
that maybe...just maybe he is unfortunately right...
Because only Evil itself would continue this child's suffering...
and the suffering that we share watching him...
Unable to do anything...
WE CAN'T DO ANYTHING!!...NOTHING!!...
But continue to suffer with him...as we are here just stuck on
the Tourette's of his Syndrome without ammunition...
Just listening...and listening...to this tortured child cry...
Entered into contest: "Deep & Dark II" Hosted by: Laura Loo
Poem Revised: 10/25/17
**********************To Beautiful... Forever on my mind**************************
I awake to such pleasantry
her beautiful face once more
I get dressed, grab my keys
and head for the front door
I try to think of anything
to relieve my mind of her
I can't get anything done
my mind is slightly blurred
she has me twisted
it's not like me,
sprung, bewitched
I'm slowly dropping to my knees
For twenty two years
been friends
For eighteen months
been lovers
I care for her most
there is no-one else
above her
******************************
My pager vibrates
than blares out loud
what a hellacious sound
I recognize the number
her mother is calling me
is it a special occasion?
because for nothing do we agree.
She answers with a sniffle
mumbling incoherently
Beautiful has been shot
in a convenience store robbery
My blood drained quickly,
face turned casper white.
My legs turned to Jell-O
now i've lost my sight
I used whatever strength I had
whatever I could muster
I had to reach the hospital
to tell her that I love her.
Be there when she needs me most
be strong and show no pain.
Hold back my tears,
going against my grain.
By the time I reached her bedside
able to hold her hand.
The doctor said "We've lost her"
" We've done everything we can.."
The Red-Line Sounds.......................................................................................................
..........:JP)...................
Eyes as blue as the cloudless sky,
Hair as dark as a starless night,
Jaw as sharp as a shining blade,
And face as smooth as the wet sand on the beach
With a voice as warm as the sun
On a hot summer's day
All of these aspects of Mr-Blue-Eyed-Monster
Are great,
But those are nothing more than his outer image
Have you ever seen the boyish grin
That formed when he was happy?
Or the way his eyes would sparkle
When he spoke of something he loved?
How about the way he stutters when he's nervous
And blushes when he's said something dumb
Or just plain shy?
You've never cared for his insecurities
You only pointed them out.
You've never seen him tremble at the sound of thunder,
Or cry when Dobby died.
You've never seen him bite his lip
When he's afraid he's upset you
Or how he fiddled with his hands when he asked you out
You've never heard him fumble over words
Or trip more times than you could count
Because he's simply too nervous for the first date
You've never seen how his eyes shine
Under the fireworks at midnight
On New Year's Day
You wouldn't know that he asks for permission
Every time he wants a kiss
Or how he carries mistletoe
Every single Christmas
So that he won't need to ask for a kiss that day.
How he wears mismatched socks
Because he always loses the other one to a pair
Or how he promises to never lose you the way he loses them
-Because he's too damn cheesy.
You've never heard him complain about
The expectations he has to reach or
How he's worried for his marks
You've never seen how
He messes up he's hair
And mutters incoherently
In foreign languages,
Worried that he'll disappoint everyone
Yet again
You've never heard how he laughs
At his own little jokes
And calls them brilliant
Even though they're lame
All you've cared about was
Hot-Blue-Eyed-Boy
And whether he's good in bed
You haven't considered that he's keeping that
For his special someone
Because all you see
Is another good looking boy
So you automatically think that he must be like other boys.
Well, he's not.
You haven't considered that
There's more to him than
His voice like the sun,
And eyes like the sky
He's not just another boy.
No two people are the same
- Or so the Blue-Eyed-Monster has taught me.
The work, the words
The worries, the wits
They are lazy today
They have been sleeping too long
In my body
In the broad way of my heart.
I think about you in the heavy traffic
I lay bare my desire
I search the bodies of
A vowel, a consonant, a simile
An oxymoron, a metaphor
To find a two-syllable title
I breathe in their mouths
With the thoughts I have in mind
I whisper into their ears
To hear the echoes of the words
To compose and feel the sound effect
With overflowing ideas in head
I touch the curved lips
To get you mold
Deep in the vault of your mouth
I feel you and hear you.
They’re awake, but lethargic
Spreading the page incoherently
They mean to frustrate me
As they are feeling mean
Dancing in different shapes
Splattered on my page.
**************
Dr. Ram Mehta
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Based on Surrealism
Eighth place win in :
Contest: Real, UNreal and Surreal sponsored by Debbie Guzzi
Must keep writing, got lots to relive
It's so easy to just say, “got no more to give!”
As long as I'm still sniffing
Love's aroma I'm still wishing
If I ramble on incoherently, please do forgive
© Jack Ellison 2015
It seem's to me
That not even poetry
Nor truth or reality
Can redefine
The border lines
That the modern day Hollywood Blockbuster
Have already surpassed and eclipsed
With comically bad Sub - Parr scripts
And even though incoherently funny
They will rake in the money
And if you read this
And simply dismiss
Deem me annoying
I ask of you this
The defense mechanism
You are you now employing
Did you come to yourself
Or are you like me
That tares eyes wide open
Believing it all
A minor foot note
In invisible print
On the front page media
Surfing wikipedia
Angels whisper prayers to sand
Goddesses on our behalf begging for
Spells and love potions cast over
Groups of seven day full stops
Don’t end our encounters splendor
Exists as am snuggle stories written by
Melting gummy bears spell out be
Mine on pancakes in a foreign language
You’re not used to this I’m strange to
Your psyche men don’t make lovers this
Way where I’ll pleasure your soul before
Your body ever feels me and so I had it
Again that dream where this angel sleeps
In my arms but when I awoke… you’re still
Here she doesn’t leave even when your
Body does it’s warm right here her spot
In our bed your body loves to tease me like
Your name on steamy windows causes
Reminisces about your eyes again about
These lies I’ve never had to stutter out my
Craving for you leaves no doubt maybe
You’re that other one I incoherently pull
Shades of month long ramblings disguise
My plunge but that cover isn’t thick
Enough so I give it away with no second
Thoughts are only yours I know what I
Want these angels to whisper to you so
You’ll know I had them write it in
The stars that I’m yours…
Witnessed a robbery take place yesterday
As incredulous as this may seem
Was sitting in the food court at the local mall
Happily minding my own business
When all of a sudden I hear this guy ranting and raving
Slamming his leather bag down on one of the tables
Marching over to the coffee stand
Which had an assortment of sandwiches and drinks
Displayed in front which were accessible to the customers
Proceeds to pick up a sandwich and a bottle of juice
And goes storming off into the mall concourse
Without paying, yaking incoherently as he goes
People just sat there dumbfounded
Wondering what the hell just happened
We all witnessed this act take place
None of us reacted or believed what we just saw
Now this was either a looney toons type guy
Not responsible for his strange behaviour
Or a very clever, creative crook
Making us think he was looney toons
Assuming the average person wouldn't react
Enabling him to get away with this unimpeded
He was later apprehended by mall security
But we never did find out the whole story
Hmmm! Pretty creative I must say
If indeed it was a preconceived masterful plan
© Jack Ellison 2014
Will I live longer than I suppose to be living...possibly a centenary,
and struggle on a cane to sustain my weakness?
Those beautiful and vibrant years have fled to impose fears,
making my presence unattractive and more blowzy,
and in the present time, I am isolated and frowzy;
a deteriorated mind feeling the burden of senility?
My motto wasn't " Conquer and be invincible!" No-first mistake was allowed
to mar my perfect character; body and mind in full accord, blending together,
so obstinate in defiance to obstruct any possible pleasure...
was it a deference to holiness? Everywhere explicit posters encouraged promiscuity:
an indulging nation...diverging from the concept of morality!
And however strong was urge to indulge in wrongful acts incoherently,
my doubt gave no indication...that I would have gained from my inequity;
and ruin would have wrecked this conscience and wrenched my spirit;
alone to face the sure wrath of the Divine...while wrestling with my lost worth!
One-stand night didn't nurture a sensation so momentary and insipid,
many times, staring in the cold darkness, I was glad that my behavior wasn't lurid!
And today new pills promise to give more virility,
causing blindness and a probable, sudden death;
and Lord, my intention is not to use them to harm myself,
the gift of longevity was well-received and is well-kept by me!
Unlikely the times past, when my doubt gave no indication,
now it does so plainly and clearly... not swaying my attention!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Love can be such a goll darn pain
A delicious delectable pain
With a large helping of hugs and kisses
It can just about drive you insane
More than once I heard someone ask
Is it really worth all the trouble
You better believe it, at half the price
Nothing can burst my bubble
You sweat and mumble incoherently
To concentrate, it's really no use
Useless as dangly things hanging from a bull
Totally and so udderly obtuse
So what can you do if you get infected
Well there's really no known cure
Just dive right on in, swim around for a while
You'll wanna stay I'm pretty sure
Let me know how that all works out
Many have tried it's well known
Never were cured, spend a lifetime in love
Now resting comfortably in a home
© Jack Ellison 2013
Im MAD! Im MAD! Therefore, I'm MAD Ink! Articulate with the words that I write and speak. Properly flowin with what I feel inside of me. A lot of me's goin in through ya window to the household's chief. Don't plan to make this brief - I gotta spit since I'm wit it committed since the beginning I tasted this stewed poetry. Never sold drugs for the fame, for the hustle or the game. Still a consumer the same to numb Injustices' pain. Then I just came to believe I gotta get it how I live. Gotta FEEL negative, gotta FEEL positive. Death's inconsiderate of Time so I refuse to just wind up doped up, incoherently choked up lying. Only two decades old fighting to dodge Death's hold. Inevitably, I'll lose but Time is still what I'll choose. I need all sides of the truth. Don't front 'cause you do, too. And there is not a single drug that can provide this view.
Hold on. I have to walk my dog
Okay, I m back. Go hard or go home's a fact. You'll find out what you lack and then you'll fly with that. Yes, pinching was my start. Now, I’m bold enough for the bat. Tough love ends with a hug but begins with a full-swing attack.
Back to my movie, Slam
Did someone just mention nudie beaches
Where inhibitions are thrown to the wind
Divesting oneself of the rules of society
Exposing all our lily white skin
Where voluptuousness causes virile males
To babble incoherently and drool
This is not to disparage the lesser endowed
But it's always been BIG BOOBIES RULE
Don't have to be large and well shaped orbs
Small and perky can still turn heads
A female's appeal has a very wide range
Must be upright and preferably not dead
As long as her body has all the main parts
In a relatively organized manner
It's immaterial to most virile young males
When viewing with his built-in scanner
© Jack Ellison 2014
A re-broadcast!