Best Indigestible Poems
Let not tomorrow come if
I alone must stand.
Vain is love if not
Everlasting.
Let me cuddle this desire,
Anchor me in your soft flesh
Until with liquid sighs I
Gather myself.
Heave me up, if I’m indigestible.
Am I the only one who thirsts for this?
Never again my love; to love this way is evil.
Deep thoughts scale mountain crags to a place of once true love.
Listen, that’s the sound of love stealing laughter.
Oh, how deafening is this silent sound.
Vain is love if not
Eternal.
Categories:
indigestible, loveme, love, me,
Form:
Acrostic
My friends say this magnificent rose
Gives off the most wonderful aroma of spring
I am catching a scent somewhat obscure
As yet no recognizable thing
For I'm losing the sense
Of smell in my nose
Perhaps what I'm smelling
Though peculiar and unselling
Is this lovely flower
This most fragrant rose
Most likely it's the pasture
Expelling natural gas
Which is nostalgic and familiar
With its hint of ammonia and pungent aroma
But, I fear, even this shall pass
There's the most angelic sound in the meadow nearby
That is what my lovely neighbor conveys
She jots down the melody with each bar and clef
For I cannot hear it
I am practically deaf
But I do hear the shrill voice
Of my neighbor's young lass
Which is nostalgic and familiar
Though disconcerting and frightful
And never delightful
I fear, even this shall pass
The most beautiful creature stops at my house
It arrives every day to feed
This is just what I've heard
To me it's all blurred
For a new pair of glasses I need
But I do see the glare
From a bonfire of grass
Which is nostalgic and familiar
Though odious and weedy
And noxiously seedy
I fear, even this shall pass
My neighbor is bringing a dinner she will baste
Which others around highly praise
The sensation for me is hardly a meal
I have lost the better part of my taste
But I savor the peppers
She always brings me in mass
Which are nostalgic and familiar
Though indigestible and spicy
And especially dicey
I fear, even this shall pass
I fondly remember my wife's gentle touch
But this sense too I now lack
If it weren't for the fall
I'd have no sensation at all
But, for these sharp piercing pains
Down my back - Alas! Alas!
While nostalgic and familiar
And though crippling and painful
It is nothing disdainful
And I fear, even this shall pass
Now when I'm gone all will be quite sublime
I will have transcended to the sixth sense
I will be free as a bird
Free from the limits of time
Reunited with the Lord of Providence
Categories:
indigestible, nostalgia, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme
The secretion of a Lilly is often mistaken for the timbers of a concrete ball. Many a time is the goldfish singing for a curry. Golden gophers gluing glitter. A wolf dancing in a stew of peas is more happy than a porcupine on a rocket powered skateboard.ooooh grammar of framing a drugged frog is as indigestible as spinning around the earth twice after consuming large amounts of beer. Like a tidal wave then. Humming. Humorous isn't it. Turbulent tambourines turning tripe. Intoxication z.
Categories:
indigestible, art, baby, baseball, basketball,
Form:
Turtles drooping can be signs of elitist tantrums on borderline wave cones. Such colours. And often feedback is not fodder so therefore indigestible. Taming a 3foot bullock who is battling to grow horns is often not an easy task. Sometimes content to chew cud and at other times rampaging and knocking over thistle glasses who often look quite shocked. If one resembles an otter can one dive? Flotation is the way of saying get up. And getting up is often fantastically fun terminology that means that the years have created an engagement long overdue. No exact ritual can perform an exact result so play light, put right, and glide on harmonics in air. Or over tables. Onlookers are quite often seasick. Oh how rather remarkable then for therein lies much Flightly kingdoms of rain and wind gods. 190th element and a half turn of a key. Let it not be said that a sausage can not jet ski and a mouse in a tutu cannot balance on a promenade in a wind. Wild wind whipping willows. A 1foot humanoid said pied a puskin skot in a bright patterned blouse. And ba said the eastern maiden. Longitudinal latitudes create attitudes to store in neat ordered patterns. On skylines in sky castle yards and gates are often discovering a new way of laughing. Draping a cotton snood to correct ways. Standing on a 5 centimetre bridge on mountains over 500 feet. Tailoring a suit and fixing a boot with the flem from a laughing hedgehog. Dusk discovered discourse discounted draperies driving drinking derived design divine divided *** canopies *** resistance *** ha ha ha ha *** now attempt to land in orderly ways. *** valour *** ape eel pies ***
Categories:
indigestible, angel, engagement,
Form:
A clicking clock is a sound warden. A stereo monologue of one syllable. Like an om om. But an om is neither an omega nor a nom nom. And nom noms are said to be as righteous as driving around a drive or a lane with a clear view in sight of a previously blanked out blanket trees. Blanket trees are so very comfortable. Great aren't they?. Loose leaf pillows and a solid base trunk. Unbelievable the sights and sounds of a sewing and knitting course. Click click then but no den made in a duplex pile of material crocheted hems. Cross patch then. Ha ha mr whippet playing with a block of blue ice cream. Ha mangled moöns drying after spin cycle. C v dancing with bodies in a clearing. Clap. Operatic ostriches neighing to ovations. X x x x x incineration z z z z
Categories:
indigestible, adventure, allegory, allusion,
Form:
A sentimental writer
tries to ram manufactured feelings
down our throats.
Those of us inclined toward an appreciation
of authentic emotions
will feel the bile rising
as we try to digest what we deem to be
indigestible.
A reader or a writer who -
like a connoisseur of fine foods and wines -
enjoys what is natural
and devoid of artificial additives
will (upon reading overly seasoned and flavored
sentimental poetry)
most likely wish to
literally vomit.
May 25, 2022 for Julia Ward's
Sentimentality Poetry Contest
Categories:
indigestible, writing,
Form:
Free verse
A Pint of Bitter…sure-
At the registrar office we´re getting married
when I noticed on her papers she had been
married 5 times….hold on you never told me
this, I thought you had been married once and
had a daughter with him. I have of think about
this marriage left she accosted me in the street
and said; but what about the caterers, sausage
rolls and pies?
Cheshire; rain and I dislike indigestible food.
I a walked into a pub and had chicken in a basket
with chips and a pint of beer. Her brother came in
and 12 pints of beer later I agreed to marry his sister.
The rest was a blur working men´s clubs and more beer.
The English working class is a tribe and I didn´t fit in.
I went back to sea again but that bloody piece of paper
with my name on took years to erase.
Categories:
indigestible, love, parody, philosophy, me,
Form:
Blank verse
Eat thou not the bread of remorse
For its taste is bitter, tough, coarse
Made from many wrong of yesterdays
As it has aged, dried__ changed assays
Replays of when it was just baked
And of those whom heartbreak suffered
From puerile stunts and brainless words
Discords that filled that loaf's innards
Now moldy, indigestible
This bread, remorse......abominable
In Honor of Brian Strand's contest
Up to twelve lines..
Categories:
indigestible, angst, introspection, life
Form:
Couplet
What is it about you!
Why can’t you shut your mouth?
What is it about you?
Why can’t you let it out!
What it is about you
Can’t you speak?
What it is about you?
Are you so indiscreet?
That you have to shout!
Bleat!
Pout!
In your excess
Recess
Digress
Abscess?
Indigestible progress!
What is it about you?
Can’t you sleep?
Categories:
indigestible,
Form:
Recipice Precipice
Carolyn Child would be
Mortified watching me
Cooking with joy and glee
Random ingredients
Thrown in a pot!
Hardly comestible
Near-indigestible
Never repeatable
Undefatigable
Principal requisite
Just make it hot!
————-
Not a pure double dactyl, but in the spirit of one…
Julia Carolyn Child is the person, I pronounce Ju-li-a,
but the syllable counter pronounces Jul-ya,
so I went with her middle name.
Categories:
indigestible, humorous,
Form:
Double Dactyl
Like a dream
You have vanished in the wake of dawn
Like a Fairy tale
You have become a Memory full of disbelief
Like a Wish
You have turned out to be unreachable
If this Farewell be
Then Farewell No more do I have to say
For Words have I found Not
And Tears Have I neither lacked
Since you kissed life goodbye
Before the clock hits 12 at midnight
On the 23rd day of a September Born of 2022
You’d be in a new home
Dug six feet beneath the earth you once walked on
Pitiful Sight!
Indigestible thought!
Yet Irreversible!
A pill bigger than the glass that waters it down!
Heartbreaking!
Yes, Heart Wrecking!
That is what this emptiness will continue to be known for!
Adieu, My Bestie!
Adieu, Aunt like no other!
Adieu, Cheerfulness Overdose!
Adieu, Till we meet to part no more!
For this very farewell,
I find no words to say.
Categories:
indigestible, cry, death, deep, depression,
Form:
Free verse
If I have to receive rejections, you would think I could at least get the kind of rejection slips that I would like to get. Here are a few rejections that I haven't received. Yet.
"Unpalatable!" --Gourmet
"Try our Fiction Department." --True Story
"Too padded. Trim it down." --Weight Watcher
"No! No! No!--Positive Living Magazine
"Sorry!" --Good News Magazine
"Indigestible!" --Reader's Digest
"You've missed the mark!" --Guideposts
"Doesn't suit our needs." --Gentlemen's Quarterly
"Out of step." --Military Review
"Clean it up!" --Good Housekeeping
"Not relative." --Family Circle
"Not our style." --Glamour
Categories:
indigestible, humor,
Form:
List
“‘Walden' is so indigestible that many hungry people abandon it because it makes them mildly sick, each sentence being an anchovy spread, and the whole thing too salty and nourishing for one sitting.” - E.B. White
I want to write you a poem
that tastes a little bit more like
orange slices, cooked with brown sugar
and covered in chocolate like
you used to make every weekend
that we would eat with coffee
every morning when you would
sleep over, slowly making
our way downstairs after
a long night of me reassuring you
that you did in fact turn
the stove off and that no, we won’t
get robbed in the middle of the night.
But I don’t know how to cook
and much less how to write a poem
that tastes as sweet as your love.
Categories:
indigestible, love,
Form:
Free verse
In the world
There is not barbed wire fencing of romance,
not sterility of bull story,
not indigestible speech of life
There the independence is as the multiform mind
where changing comes daily
but, as the worsen jaundiced body
There despotic reign
writes by left hand
the forehead of grave
in a little period of masquerade game
- Tuesday, July 16, 2019 Chattogram
Categories:
indigestible, games, mystery, world,
Form:
Free verse
Betrayal's kiss was liquidly subtle, wet with firm
intuition
It's knowing lips soft & unassuming exuded
an aura of lust
Full of temptation it beckoned me portraying
illusions of trust,
but behind the mask were sharp teeth seeking
bloody incisions
The intimacy came with bad intentions closely
guarding its actions,
but being adjacent afforded insight into its
deadliest passions
My reaction were firewalls to be erected
at once,
as I stood in the middle of 2 pillars pondering
destruction of fronts
The aforementioned affront was spoken of to
the deepest of mind,
but was ignored as toxic venom intoxicated
the mind
The silver lining? A coined phrase hanging
like ropes from a tongue
"Make sure that you look before you leap" as more
betrayals will come
The warning was heeded so I escaped by the
skin of my teeth,
as the streets watched the intersections speaking
of the fate I would meet
In the end, I was delivered from the mouth of
the beast, emerging with mindset
firmly intact
I was meat, but indigestible because my peace
brought equilibrium back
Categories:
indigestible, betrayal, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme