Best Infiltrates Poems
A rose held before the dawn, overwhelmed by benevolent beauty,
its virginity violated by hostel hands,
only then will it reveal its blood-stained thorns,
where infatuated innocence is lost...
Days of sunny summer streams and apricot kisses
were surrounded by chastising clouds,
the night kneeled before us as we walked holding hands, side by side,
our love magnified by the monolithic moon...
Adonis and Aphrodite were the gods before us,
for their nectar poured from the heavens to fill our cups of mirth,
the arousing amorous air was abundant with adulation,
we were upon suspended animation in a Venus vortex...
A righteous rose was the catalyst that held our love together,
but then the skies turned to a horrid hue,
an insidious insertion infiltrates with thrusting and piercing providence
the rose has no chance, for now, the rose bleeds,
our beating breaths and love are torn asunder...
The rose withers away, drowning in its excrement,
our innocence has been lost, for now, the thorns prevail.
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Categories:
infiltrates, innocence, lost, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
Daylight is greeted with the horrific stench of food chunks
swimming in stomach acid, dribbling onto bed sheets.
Accompanied with the embarrassment of
brown syrup puddle stains.
Head is pounding
like a hammer - hammering nails into the skull.
Cumbersome movements drag drowsy flesh to the mirror,
as bloodshot eyes with yellow hue, glare in reflection.
Exhausted hands rub dense stubble,
as heavy eye lids struggle to stay open.
A cocktail of coffee and a cold shower
comfort this somber slumber.
Mouthwash and mints help disguise
the fragrance of yesterday's session with Bourbon.
Continuous sips of water, attempt to quench sultry thirst,
but the blandness cannot douse untamed flames.
Especially as days consist of sitting
surrounded by monotonous blank walls,
and staring at cracks on a vase -
silently watching wilted flowers crumble.
Struggling to defeat temptation from fermented demons,
summoned by cravings for that burning sensation,
the tongue cries for mercy.
Infiltrates the mind luring it to
lust for sour liquid passion
that infuses the bloodstreams.
Hands trembling, parched lips quivering -
only golden nectar can ease the pain.
No need for a glass, as bottle is devoured,
with momentary pauses of 'aaahhhhh.'
So begins the daily quest,
to suffocate every sorrow.
To feel numb upon request,
with no care for tomorrow.
Favouring fantasy over reality,
each drop kills the pain.
The bitter sweet taste is a lethal injection,
but the numbness helps to feel perfection.
In a place where nobody notices -
alcoholic symphonies lead to intoxicated sympathy.
To deal with being alone, to forget the world,
to forget the name.
Envious eyes can be a crime,
leading to jealous tendencies.
Hiding secrets can lead to becoming a victim
to a self inflicted demise.
An empty bottle leads to remorse.
Bitter sweet tears roll with shameful giggles.
Now the cracked vase looks perfect with flowers blooming.
Inebriant melodies mock the mind.
Attempting to dance, legs stumble and crash to the ground.
Laying there on the floor - laughing.
Then crying hysterically.
The heart has no desire to be sober,
only to remain intoxicated until death.
The Silent One
20 October 2017
Categories:
infiltrates, addiction, angst, dark,
Form:
Free verse
With vile intensity
hatred
infiltrates
the hearts of men,
turning
brother against brother,
friend against friend,
dividing
our once great nation.
Right is wrong;
wrong is right.
Confusion
reigns as
wisdom
flounders and
hatred's
vitriolic verbiage
tears down
and
destroys
trust and unity.
And all the while,
Satan
is dancing with glee
on the ashes of our
hope,
and the soul of our
nation
weeps.
O God, save us from ourselves!
For Brian Strand's July 4 Free Verse Contest
2/2/17
Entered in John Hamilton's Upside
Down World Contest
Tied for 2nd place
Categories:
infiltrates, america, anger, confusion, grief,
Form:
Free verse
A breathless realization—
A piercing pain to the heart,
To the gut—
Low moaning in an
Utterance of disbelief
Infiltrates the body's senses.
Smoke billows, yet there is no fire,
Just an opaque veil that’s slowly lifted
From sorrowful eyes
Where flooding begins.
Deeds made bare
Requires reprehensible restraint.
As anger flushes furiously,
A fire rages out of control—
Searing, scorching, killing trust,
Destroying any semblance of caring.
A glacial numbness replaces fire—
Then—a drowning in the melt.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Categories:
infiltrates, abuse, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
early morning....
I watch a chickadee perch on my bay leaf tree,
dropping down to sip water from my birdbath
next to the tiny cherub angel, leg extended
in welcome-
my hand loomed rug, crafted by a bluffwoods
Grandmother, lovingly watches over me-
His shadow arc's and infiltrates my prism,
if I'm less brutal today, maybe others will
feel it too-
..... maybe
feel it too
Categories:
infiltrates, life
Form:
Free verse
strike a match.
sulfur grazes my nose.
the flames tickle
the surrounding sky.
internal screams,
questioning motives,
FIRE is born.
smoke infiltrates
my lung and throat.
coughing greets the
unwelcome visitor.
FIRE reaches out
touches my hair,
eliminating every strand.
lesions blister on my scalp,
neck, and arms.
FIRE leaving its ugly scar.
burning flesh and hair
is the aroma of the night.
FIRE engulfs me.
We are One.
but through the ashes,
I rise again.
Self-Destruction --
and I remember
FIRE is an old friend.
Categories:
infiltrates, introspection, life
Form:
Free verse
Pounding at the resonant head
of my chest—he of hunger
latches his fangs just beneath my jaw—
not to sever silence, but to pummel poison.
Tissue parts with wet reluctance,
he with need more than malice
burrows into the larynx of what
was once controlled, fearful sound.
Nameless, shapeless he who
with shark-possessed teeth does not ravage—
but infiltrates—peeling cartilage from confession,
mining marrow-thoughts clogged in
curse-traversed trachea.
I am a conduit split open—
voice extracted in ligaments,
fibrous and twitching,
stripped from the cords—
myofibrils separatus tendon.
Nameless, shapeless he!
How does he so musically reshape
what I cannot say?
How does he gut syllables
I do not recognize—
yet still, convince me
they are mine?
With his guiding talons,
my breath comes out red,
heavier than blood—
tastes of steel-bitten soul—
boiled vowels
that never knew air
but somehow rise.
His incantation:
Spiritus somni!
Spits into my mouth—
a blessing—not!
a summons—not!
but a shameful dream behind my teeth
like bruises that speak sermons.
Nameless, shapeless he…
He says I was never mute—
only sealed for some latter doomsday…
And now, with my throat laid open like a shrine,
he listens as I blaspheme
my dream.
Categories:
infiltrates, anxiety, change, character, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
While you try to become the best version of yourself,
Insecurity infiltrates, an unbeaten foe that embraces confidence,
And you list potential falls before even stepping onto the open road.
Every deed is stitched with the thread of this somber foreboding.
Yet, if you know how each scar quietly whispers to you its own tale,
A story of how much it bled, how much pain there was when it was still a fresh wound.
And which bold paths you have taken toward healing, what battles you had to fight.
It's not easy to step out of the frame of your comfort, from your arches of safety.
But when the stars align, they conspire as if yearning to show you a universe
Where you are meant to shine – accept everything with grace, let chance follow its course.
For if you don't, the print of regrets will be one that will never fade.
To receive the stars and the threads of fate, even when they are entwined,
Even when fears seem swifter than your choices.
Gather all your scars, each a mark placed on the map of your own galaxy.
Leave from yourself a beacon, a lighthouse deep in the unknown to which you inevitably head.
Categories:
infiltrates, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
"Incense Infuses Autumn Air"
aromatic incense infuses
brisk winds billow golden leaves dance
sweet potato pie baking
scent of chestnuts roasting
marshmallows graze flame
Autumn cupcakes
chilly breeze
delights
air.
air
inhales
pumpkin bread
wood burning stoves
charms harvest in bloom
kissed by frosty breathing
smells haunting Autumn decor
as Angels dust atmosphere sweet
intoxicate petals crisp cool air
fragrant aroma swells hearth and home
infiltrates with candied apples
cinnamon spice tempts Autumn
holly berry laces
trees with cider chips
inhale crepe musk
as Heaven
feeds Earth
air.
air
caress
breathtaking
pleasant twirl glows
sunshine warms odors
cascading Autumn air
vibrant view invigorates
senses accelerate enjoy
harmony exists to honor God.
*For Russell Sivey's Up In Autumn Air Contest.
*Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S.
*Oct. 14, 2012.
Categories:
infiltrates, seasons, autumn, autumn,
Form:
Nonet
"eye candy sunshine"
golden orb shines light
breathing warmth to sleeping stars
glowing grace of God
illuminates Earth's domain
nourishing Nature in bloom.
solid sphere of flame
kisses flora and fauna
blazing blessing beams
clinging to marshmallow clouds
touching lollipop rainbows.
radiant aura
crazy sunshine smiles pure love
eye-candy eyes view
sunrise reflects God's new day
sunset infiltrates sweet dreams.
*For Leonora's Crazy Sunshine Tanka Contest.
*Oct. 12, 2012.
Categories:
infiltrates, imagination,
Form:
Tanka
"THANKSGIVING"
T ... TIME TO THANK GOD FOR BLESSINGS BOUNTIFUL AND GRAND
H ... HARVEST OF PLENTY SHOWERED FROM HIS ALMIGHTY HAND
A ... ACCOLADES OF REVERENT PRAISE OFFERED TO HEAVEN'S THRONE
N ... NURTURING FAMILY AND FRIENDS WHERE LOVE HAS GROWN
K ... KINDRED SPIRITS RECOGNIZE GRATITUDE IS THE PROPER WAY
S ... SPECIAL MOMENT MEMORIES ILLUMINATE EACH PRECIOUS DAY
G ... GIVING GLORY TO THE KING; GIVING LOVE THROUGHOUT LIFE
I ...INFILTRATES SOULS TOWARD THE GOOD THUS ELIMINATING STRIFE
V ... VOICES SING IN ONE ACCORD;TONES OF SWEETEST HARMONY
I ... INSTILLING ALL "COUNT THEIR BLESSINGS" ON EARTH; ETERNITY
N ... NESTLED IN DEPTH OF HEART ONE TRUTH EXTOLS PERFECTI LIVING
G ... GLORIOUSLY ACKNOWLEDGE GOD WITH THANKS AT THANKSGIVING.
*FOR KIM MERRYMAN'S COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS CONTEST.
*NOV. 13, 2012.
Categories:
infiltrates, thank you, god, giving,
Form:
Acrostic
My sidewalk exclaims
Off its own wet surface
The lights do reflect beyond its water
As if the stars carry its empty planets
Holding ice within
Its own reflection
Red the light keeps the human condition
Allows me to stop the confusion outside
Rain does illuminate
Brings glorious high
The universe doesn’t understand complexity
Of the reflection of light off the sidewalk
Calm presents itself
Reality reigns
The stars above don’t comprehend us
And our delight at such simple things
First hand innocence
The light rebounds up
The sky infiltrates the heaven’s ideals
Softly the pallets carry hope throughout
Nothing has a light
Like stars that illumine
Onto my sidewalk
Russell Sivey
Categories:
infiltrates, life, stars, water, universe,
Form:
Free verse
I can not help but wonder
When God created the earth
How did He think of all the things
It takes to make it work
I know God is God
And He knows all things
But the things I've been a witness to
How do they work I mean
The lava boils deep in the earth
Why does it need to leave
And when it does break through the crust
It becomes a volcano to us
It has destroyed all in its path
What of the hole it leaves behind
The cavity eventually caves in
And then the mountains do begin
Mean while the surface heals itself
The wind and rain step in
The soils that are blown and washed in
Help heal the scars again
What of the ash from the volcano
As it infiltrates the air
As it settles it brings death
Such as ASH FALL in Nebraska
Where the rhino's met their end
And what of the earth quakes
As the earth seems to shake in pain
The cracks that they leave behind
Form gullies and ravines
The oil, the gas, the silver, the gold
The floods, the tornados, the drouths, the cold
Fires caused by lightenings sting
Are all under Mother Natures wing
The animals before man's time
Lived and died as was designed
And still the earth went on and on
And healed it self from dusk to dawn
And now that man is here
It has to work harder
It is there to heal the wounds
That man seems to father
Then we have the food chain
Land and water both provide
And if man doesn't watch his step
Fathom waits outside
Now and then it does rebel
It gets the upper hand
Tornados, blizzards, hurricanes
Volcanos and desert sand
The scars the wars do leave
Mother Nature does her best
If only we'd learn to live in peace
She could take a rest
And all the stupid things man does
Like building homes along a high cliff
Then when Mother Nature does her thing
Bet you can guess who takes the blame
The heavens, the earth were made by God,
And for eons they did survive
Then God created man,
If they don't work side by side
Neither of them will abide
I guess I answered my own question
I just had to use my brain
Thank You God for all Your help
I hope it's not in vain
Categories:
infiltrates, faith, imagination, inspirationalgod, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
One
plant,
Shasta
Daisy, owns
such easy beauty—
belies it's enduring nature.
Needs no coddling; infiltrates, sprouts boldly year on year.
Tall, erect, flaunts pure white petals around a golden center; resists hungry
insects.
Wizard of plants, Luther Burbank, absorbed fifteen years to make the purest
white color he loved; breeding, crossing, combining four— perfection.
Bend down— look: brilliant white petals, neon yellow center in a spiral nautilus
whorl, all on a stout green stalk. How many petals? A perfect thirty four? She
loves me, she loves me not—count for yourself. Maybe average.
Categories:
infiltrates, beauty, math, nature,
Form:
Fibonacci
A SIP OF RED
I drink it because I love
I consume it because I enjoy it
I imbibe it because I like it
The perfect glass is its best setting
The darkest rouge its only dressing
The fragrance its deepest allure
Its body I so adore
Is taste always brings happiness to the fore
I am a connoisseur
Its richness compels me to drink it
Its bold aroma makes me sip it
The feelings it brings attracts me to it
I lovingly savour it
This is how I enjoy it:
I hold the glass up to look at its glow
Then I deeply inhale its bouquet
I swirl the red nectar around
And the excitement causes my juices to flow
The glass then goes to my eager lips
Forcing me to take a long gently sip
I coo as ambrosia touches my tongue
I lovingly let ecstasy bath my taste buds
They wantonly ravage it
As the walls of my mouth caresses it
I feel in heaven as I slurp it
Then I gladly swallow it
Down it goes setting my insides on fire
A warm feeling infiltrates me
A sinner I surely must be
For the devil's liquid has captured me
I have entered a spiral of sensuality
With good company or alone
I can never it disown
Plonk is not for me
Vintage I accept only
One mouthful is never enough
It is best when the glass is empty
My thirst needs it
The full bottle wants it
I just love having it
I am one with it
It is within me
It lets me be happy
I love it sincerely
Categories:
infiltrates, wine,
Form:
Ode