Best Infiltrating Poems
Blindly..
I beseech you
for my eyes won’t adjust
to this shaded maze of despair -
neither the lantern’s flame
nor a compass rose can help me now
in disrepair I need to find you
with fingers outstretched I raise my arms
groping for you like a eyeless babe for her mother
..but you’re not there —
a cunning thief this despair
for stealing my sight for a way out
Why won’t the summer solstice light this darkness
nor warm this anguished atmosphere..
am I to die here where I lie?
my undressed soul exposed to the wind-chill of your loss
naked in biting throes beneath a stony sun
desperate to thaw ice dams lodged in my bloodstream..
the winter sallow of my heart’s shallows a skater’s delight —
a cunning partner this despair..
ice-dancing with my pain
Where is the air I need to breathe..?
it’s evaporated with you and the dreams we used to dream
the weaver a double-dealer stealer..
life no longer lives in my poker-faced lifestyle
nor in fantasies long gone from sleep’s clouds
moth-eaten desires and grit and tears
too holey and harsh to knit a warm reason to swaddle in -
just let me close heavy hope-chest-lids of empty eyes
and take my last shrinking violet breath —
a cunning spy this despair
for infiltrating my will to survive..
Susan Ashley
October 11, 2020
N/A
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 22
Sponsor: Mark Toney
(reformatted)
~ First Place ~
Contest: Will To Survive
Sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
infiltrating, dark, depression, grief, loss,
Form:
Free verse
She senses before she sees
The manicured nails - the elegant fingers
Holding out the hundred dollar bills - enticingly - so temptingly
A generous nights takings of busking here
In one proffered hand
She grabs at it petrified it might be an illusion
Evaporating in a puff of smoke
Fingers hold it back, teasingly
Compelling eye contact
She looks up sceptically
Dark eyes meet her aqua blues, sparking a sort of affinity
‘Eyes are the window of one’s soul’- so it is said in all sincerity
But the magnetic dark eyes of her enticer are fathomless in their intensity
His type she has encountered before - money for favours
Well she is no novice - a living after all - a girl has to make
And his generous offer rivals his devilish good looks
But she senses a darkness favouring the energy emanating
A cold shiver runs through her veins like someone just walked on her grave
Fear ripples down her spine akin to a stroking finger chilled in ice
The spell he casts foreboding
The calmness of the night has taken flight
In its haste to set the macabre scene
Mesmerising are the eyes that bore into hers
Projected thoughts furtively slip into her mind
Infiltrating it like a slithery snake
Bringing with it forbidden thoughts of desire
She falls into the inky black abyss
Succumbing to heady dark passionate conceptualization
However the chilling message is coherent
This is not a mere opportunistic one night stand
That he desires
This is more - so much more
This is taboo concupiscence unleashed
This is her life in exchange for what?
Her life for immortality?
Surely not!
Yet his eyes eloquently convey it all
The hunger so unconcealed - so transparently flagrant
To yield to darkness
Satisfying his appetite for
Death of a different nature?
Obliteration of life as she knows it to be
Tenebrous Immortality in exchange for her blood
A prelude to his finale of taking her soul
And then a metamorphosis
From Prey to Predator
Video clip -
Like a Vampire- Catrien Maxwell
Categories:
infiltrating, dark, desire, love, lust,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
I saw her sitting in a wheel chair,
crippled, mute and almost hairless,
over pumped with chemotherapy,
and aged more than she really was.
Yet I prefer to remember the one date
we had a long, long time ago.
Oh how she laughed that day
as we swam in a lonely bay,
stumbling on the wet sand,
tumbling and turning, the white grit
covering our bodies, infiltrating our suits.
Finally we jumped into the sea, dived down
to bathe amongst sea horses and anemones,
and kiss beneath the shimmering surface of the sea.
Later that night we danced to soft music,
gorged on the sweet smelling bar-b-q piglet,
and drank homemade sweet wine.
Not for you, my mother said, and I was mad.
But mum was right. Soon my date married,
had four delightful girls, till she escaped with them
and with a rich man to another place, another state,
until ill fate struck. And seeing her thus disabled,
tears welled in my eyes, not only for what she had become,
but most of all, for what she could have been.
Alas I will never forget…..
Categories:
infiltrating, love,
Form:
Free verse
Illustrious
Phantom
You chase
My desire
For satisfaction
As I chase you
Hither and thither
Like the rainbow's end
Always just out of reach
Escalating intensity or just
A trick of the cruel mind
Dancing across my skin
Infiltrating my sanity
As a ghostly feather
Until I find your
Illusive hiding
Place
Ahh
Categories:
infiltrating, beautiful, deep, feelings, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
I watched it emerge
from out of the fog, monumental
in size, a sheer cliff face of steel
moving pass me, almost
quieter than my breath
but for a whispered wake
running from its bow.
Something this big
should have made
more noise.
A black hull bore scars
of scrapings and rust bleeding out
of fissures along its length.
The fog seemed to oil its way,
its shape looming large
then slowly growing smaller
as it slid down river until
it dimmed and disappeared.
In that moment its passage
was a mystery, a brief apparition
of something beyond the dimension
of ordinary things. The quiet
of its passing, the dark bulk
and beauty of its presence
was magnificent
and overpowering.
It was like a shadow cast
by a mythical beast
coalescing out of history,
infiltrating the mind then
dissolving once more
into a place somewhere
hidden in its magical past,
suddenly brought back
to this world
with its registered port
written in rusty lettering
on its stern - MONROVIA
Categories:
infiltrating, boat, magic, river,
Form:
Free verse
I felt the sea on my pulse,
the salt in my brunette,
pebbles underfoot,
the net dragging me.
I felt the familiar ebb and flow,
close to shore,
tippy-toes.
The coconut permeates the dawn,
its scent infiltrating,
its oils reverberating.
I feel the palms bending low,
so low I can touch
their feather fronds;
and fronts clashing.
First drops of the storm,
so tender-pitter-patter,
light thunder,
soft lightning.
Nearby volcano erupting,
you think I’m dreaming
about your lava eyes.
Beach blanket soaked,
settling into muddy sand,
its tartan, tanned
and connecting
with the waves,
overlapping.
The island’s going under -
the thunder, ecstatic;
its lightning erratic.
Surrounded by water,
a dugout
with flapping wings -
the canoe is land.
Lily pads on steroids
float upon deceptive waters -
so pretty I can touch them;
and caiman too.
All that’s ever been
resides in sandy eyes;
I’ve collected seashells
in my mind.
Categories:
infiltrating, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
within Zieglerville, pennsylvania
genuine snow white hair
upon her noggin doth adorn,
perhaps she will divulge to me (in private)
after i croon (to said lass),
the melody of Jimmy Crack Corn
hmm...or, maybe this mission
perchance twill be doomed from the start,
and hence finding me forlorn
thenceforth, a backup contingency measure,
would warrant me to don my thinking cap,
and for extra ordinary reinforcement unfold
each Taj Mahal shaped ear flap
plus (for reinforced ironic steeliness),
aye also resort to buttress
any aural "stormy Dani yelling)
via walled in interlap,
which accouterment functions
as a double agent i.e. (or,
to be rather crude),
an audiological jockstrap
to vet or figuratively kneecap
any unwanted infiltrating leaping lap
ping "FAKE" distracting news
inducing madcap
mass media circus
driving this generic teetotaler
to pour himself a nightcap
essentially providing wig gull room
with very little margin of ear err, or overlap
against bigwigs to trumpet pap
pill low ma rendered free and clear
asper insidious (mama mia) paparazzi
charting imp pea ching fear
bringing out bare arms
most likely something internuclear
simply to discover visa vis authenticity
if cute employee
(sporting hair
white as the virgin snow),
which doth simmer and glare
blindingly, thus necessitating sunglasses
(I choose the Ray-Ban brand)
as recommended by cited
all time favorite pharmacist
who unwittingly (or simply because
my myopic eyes didst stare)
fixedly - drawn to such a darling (doll ling)
explaining any reason to go THERE
to CVS - that tis where.
Categories:
infiltrating, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Warring wounded Warriors winded,
as they stand by the blood-stained shore;
Battalions breathily bruised and bended,
as they begin to march on for more…
Evil encounters evolve and enslave,
for their conquering captains do command;
As demons devour and deprave,
decompositional defaults within their demand.
Lachrymal lonely landscapes lament,
as deceptions and illusions take control;
Edacious entombment evokes,
evil incarnates infiltrating the immortal soul…
Weapons of war wager wild,
armored ambient angels lift their golden swords;
Egocentric evil must be exiled,
as we recover and resurrect for history records.
July.10.2020
Warrior Poetry
Sponsored by~ Silent One
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Categories:
infiltrating, conflict, evil, god, war,
Form:
Alliteration
My life was heading into an infernal pit of passion.
I am inebriated, sipping your juices like a fine wine.
Infiltrating your body defenses with my offensive weapon.
My hands take control, scanning every contour.
In need of psychological evaluation.
I am a maniac, a lunatic in need of your drug.
Your body is my shrine, praying to you for all time.
Ignited hype, our passionate tunes,
rhythmically sensual, our movements in unison.
Journeying toward your loins with my imagination roaming.
Sex, not only. Perfection, I'm hexed.
Now, I'm far from lonely.
My name is officer Pickett, your body is my jurisdiction.
Patrolling your perimeter, my every intent to please.
Your beauty manifests and becomes this portrait embedded in my mind.
Like Michael Angelo and Leonardo Divinchi,
your body is art.
Spending a life time critiquing your imperfections.
In sexxtions.......
Jared Pickett
10/29/09
Asavvy1
Categories:
infiltrating, dedicationbody, life, drug,
Form:
Free verse
True beauty defined by that which is isolated
The loathe for that which is natural.
An internal abhor, despising her vivacious soulfulness.
It is the pigment she is hated for
It is the excessive melamine they are repulsed by.
The sophisticated ignorance to the elephant in the room.
Colorism a global entity, more real than you and me.
A liable source of self loathe
Colorism has become viral, Colorism has been global since the beginning of time
Greater than racism, infiltrating the walls of tribes.
We have become colorists. A world paved by yellow. For yellow will forever pay.
She shall not become a victim of a cultural appropriateness
An intersection so feminist in touch with her melanic beauty.
Her revolution has been revised
The revolution must be televised
A black lily rare close to extinction
A blossom in a debris of hate
Victimized by the color of skin
Rejected by those that look like us
It is not that we aren't but it is because we are darker than the night
It is because we shall not stand to be rejected for what the Creator created us to be.
Black blossoming with beautified pride
My revolution is being televised
Colorism shall not be the death of a natural darkie
Colorism shall be the rise of an extraordinary phenomenon.
Colorism is mutable with a unity
Breaking barriers of pigment seclusion
This revolution will be televised
True beauty can never be defied
It is not in our pigment
But in our inner being
Let sophisticated wisdom go viral
Let the "Darkie" be televised.
Tin-tin®
Categories:
infiltrating, color, racism,
Form:
Carpe Diem
There’s this thing that bothers me
It won’t let me be
I keeps gnawing at my brain
And infiltrating everything
It’s like a pandemic
I can’t escape it
I wake up thinking about it
I go to bed at night thinking about it
And every place in between I think about it
I can’t escape it
It’s drawn to me
Like a moth to a flame
I try an forget
Oh, Lord do I try and forget
But it won’t let me be
Its static rings in my brain
It haunts me in my sleep
I can’t out run it
I can’t ignore it
It’s life and it’s killing me.
Categories:
infiltrating, life,
Form:
Free verse
THE BEDLAM
Creature of Madness
And Lo, then rose The Bedlam from its lair,
dark creature infiltrating night
creating from its darkness unseen sight
infecting every fiber of life’s core
demanding from those lessened – even more.
Demon eyes that peer from deep within
the souls of maddened ordinary men
consumed in empty terrors without end.
Misshapen countenance constrained
by mind so fully twisted to deranged
the physical takes on the face of fear
flaws of growing madness coming clear.
Thus does The Bedlam cut one from the herd
starve him till he feeds upon his self
devouring what might have set him free
imprisoned in its moonless lunacy.
Now mindless the maddened sits alone
tormented gargoyle slowly turned to stone.
John G. Lawless
6/8/2015
submitted to – London’s Pantheon of the Gods – Poetry contest
sponsor – Jerry T Curtis
Categories:
infiltrating, dark,
Form:
Verse
I can’t see, but I can feel.
It feels wrong.
The beach is where I go to heal, not open more wounds.
The sand is supposed to feel warm. Comforting.
But every step I take, comes another sharp, jagged piece of plastic,
plunging into my foot.
The smoke circulating around me finds its way into my eyes,
and contaminates my soul with its filth.
I can’t see, but I can feel.
Piles of utter garbage covering the golden sand,
have turned the beach into a wasteland.
Sea animals lay dead on the shore,
strangled in a mixture of plastic soda rings and shopping bags,
reeking of human selfishness.
Of course I’ve finally accepted, my time to help is over.
Remorse. Guilt. Shame.
I want to help, I do.
But the realization my story was ending
came too late.
Now, all I can do is watch.
Watch the forest fires rage on,
ending the lives of innocent trees.
The smoke infiltrating the lungs
of a squirrel, taking a nap in the leaves.
Humans are unaware that this is their story,
unintentionally writing the last chapter of their book.
Earth is our home, yet soon to be abandoned.
The damage irreversible,
but unnoticed by all.
The pen lifts off the paper,
writing the last word of our book,
before it ends.
Regret.
Categories:
infiltrating, 12th grade, america, animal,
Form:
Free verse
My heart was hidden behind undetectable ramparts
He mischievously tiptoed over my heart, spreading fairy dust
Infiltrating every particle, echoing his call~~
Categories:
infiltrating, fantasy, love
Form:
Sijo
I am
As I gaze up towards the universe
I am
As a fading star lingering in the night
I am
Lost inside the twilight's whispered dreams
I am
Reality inside tomorrows twisted illusions
I am
Without purpose
I am
Nothing, nothing at all
I am
One with not even a reason to die
I am
The one who sold his insanity
I am
Alone and so very afraid
Eating the dirt and decay infiltrating my solitude grave
Categories:
infiltrating, angel, art, death, destiny,
Form:
Couplet