Best Inflected Poems
Behind the mask there is a frail and fragile me
Enigmas clothed in conundrums; that the naked I can’t see
'Behind the mask is concealed, my authenticity
Examine my history to unravel my perplexing mysteries
Behind the mask it is unseen paralyzing, piercing pain
With arrogance and self-assurance camouflaging the shame
Behind the mask is hidden my true Identity.
Seek and survey the signs of my obscurity
Behind the mask is veiled a heart that’s been broken
Held together by unexpressed resentment and animosity unspoken
Behind the mask is where my insecurity hides,
Like realism wrapped in riddles, you must read between the lines
Behind the mask is where I cover my falling tears
Dig just below the surface and you’ll unearth my crippling fears
Behind the mask there are cloaked secrets unexplained and untold
Decipher the symbols to crack my encrypted codes
Behind the mask you’ll uncover my True expressions
Remove and reveal parodies, and expose the false impressions
Behind the mask, it is hidden, my Individuality.
Not acting out some script of who I’m thought to be
Behind the mask is obscured my, vulnerability
Suppressing the mounting manifestation of the inner me
Behind the mask it is disguised, my true reflection
Underneath open wounds inflected by rejection
Behind the mask rest crushed and shattered dream
Where fear muzzles roaring whispers and screeching silent screams
Behind the mask is buried, my stolen youth
Deception, and cover-ups, masquerading as facts and truth
Behind the mask is where I screen the confusion
Look close and you’ll find, trickery and deception, draped in fantasy and optical
illusions
Behind the mask it’s stifling; it is hard for me to breathe,
The walls of deceit that i have built ,are quickly closing in on me.
I am trapped behind facades of smirks and phony smiles.
So may I please remove this mask just for a little while?
Chiquita Baity
Categories:
inflected, depression, life, sad, slam,
Form:
Rhyme
I beg for a haven prison please let open your gates
freed of enraptured weak thoughts now still your love dominates
My rivals for your love shall all be all rejected
thoughts love turning their vintage wine a sour inflected
Smashing statues broken mirrors just convexities
captive my loves wounds just absorbing concavities
The hunt is over and I hear the call to prayer
lover a man contented now no more solitaire
Categories:
inflected, love, romance,
Form:
Ghazal
Fling the doors open
And let out the stagnant air
Open the board up windows
It’s time to breath fresh air.
Sweep out the dirty corners
And prepare for a powerful rejuvenation
Gather the dust in a bundle,
Empty it in the Pacific Ocean
Then dip four times in the Atlantic Ocean.
Take a stroll along the corridors
Look your enemies in their eyes and
Greet them with a victory smile
Salute them with your mystical love
And set ablaze their self-inflected flame
There is no doubt about this
You will go down as one of the bravest
Solomon the wisest you the greatest
And victorious one
Sound it on the mountain top
Across the rippling desserts
Walk through the market places
The inner-cities, burnt out villages
Busy streets and crowded towns
Visit the little old lady in the tattered house
Located on the deserted side of town
Shower her with hopeful words
Your presence alone will embrace
And nurture her weary soul
Make your way to the orphanage,
Wounded warriors
and the struggling ones
A simple touch with your powerful hands
Will answer the prayer of the weeping ones.
Go to the schools and colleges
With words of comfort and love
Stop over places where you are not welcome
And radiate them with persuasive sentiments.
All some people need is a can of beer,
a cup of hot chocolate or good cheers .
Disperse the spirit of hope,
Perseverance and good expectation
And when night comes
Walk in the streets and sing
Sing with timbrels and cheerful songs
You are an inspirational icon for everyone.
Your rhetoric’s are strong, use it to move along.
Use what works best for you
Negotiations or forgiveness
And climb straight to the mountain top
With a hammer, a sledge or a cable car
Ropes and boots or just the magical you
Silence the poisonous networks
Give them something to talk about
Lift up your injured wings and start to sing
Join with the throng of angels in the grand jubilee
You are strong and ready to fly again.
Tarry no longer because you have won
Raise your banner
And wave it high in the sky
You have just defeated your enemies
With compelling love
And your gigantic wings.
©2013 Christine Phillips
Categories:
inflected, care, celebration, dance, hope,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I beg for a haven prison please let open your gates
freed of enraptured weak thoughts now still your love dominates
My rivals for your love shall all be all rejected
thoughts love turning their vintage wine a sour inflected
Smashing statues broken mirrors just convexities
captive my loves wounds just absorbing concavities
The hunt is over and I hear the call to prayer
lover a man contented now no more solitaire
Categories:
inflected, love, passion, urdu, love,
Form:
Ghazal
I beg for a haven prison please let open your gates
freed of enraptured weak thoughts now still your love dominates
My rivals for your love shall all be all rejected
thoughts love turning their vintage wine a sour inflected
Smashing statues broken mirrors just convexities
captive my loves wounds just absorbing concavities
The hunt is over and I hear the call to prayer
lover a man contented now no more solitaire
Categories:
inflected, love, romance,
Form:
Ghazal
Oh how I love spring looking twards summer
I beg for a haven prison please let open your gates
freed of enraptured weak thoughts now still your love dominates
My rivals for your love shall all be all rejected
thoughts love turning their vintage wine a sour inflected
Smashing statues broken mirrors just convexities
captive my loves wounds just absorbing concavities
The hunt is over and I hear the call to prayer
lover a man contented now no more solitaire
Categories:
inflected, love, spring,
Form:
Ghazal
I beg for a haven prison please let open your gates
freed of enraptured weak thoughts now still your love dominates
My rivals for your love shall all be all rejected
thoughts love turning their vintage wine a sour inflected
Smashing statues broken mirrors just convexities
captive my loves wounds just absorbing concavities
The hunt is over and I hear the call to prayer
lover a man contented now no more solitaire
Categories:
inflected, desire, love,
Form:
Ghazal
I beg for a haven prison please let open your gates
freed of enraptured weak thoughts now still your love dominates
My rivals for your love shall all be all rejected
thoughts love turning their vintage wine a sour inflected
Smashing statues broken mirrors just convexities
captive my loves wounds just absorbing concavities
The hunt is over and I hear the call to prayer
lover a man contented now no more solitaire
Categories:
inflected, love, urdu, love,
Form:
Ghazal
THE BRIGHTEST STAR
To view the brightest violent star,
that glints and glitters from it's scar.
It's life is burning, blurred and far,
we cannot know, just where they are.
The brightest star takes breath and lives,
in sparks and flares, it dusts through sieves.
From a faint galaxy home, it gives,
a joy and bliss, it winks and lives.
Delightful in which one contemplates,
It is our neighbor that winks and waits.
Away our breath it reels and takes,
and puzzles us with the home it makes.
Refracted, Diffracted, Inflected light,
splayed from slight of eye to sight of site.
Tucked in berth, by birth, to be in flight,
Camouflaged the brightest star in white.
Edlynn Nau
© February 12, 2016
Categories:
inflected, birth, creation, education, star,
Form:
Rhyme
I read your words of your friend, to your friend,
my heart opened as if you danced in and formed in my mind to define love.
Awe...in the truth you stated.
The words so simple. Gentle
How we watch the ones we love struggle,
How that struggle attaches to us,
straining to wrap acceptance around a storm,
to understand the self inflected wounds,
twine that binds our human experiences.
The stinging wounds ,
complex nature,
deep seeded,
Is the cavern of our emotions.
Once you have fallen in can be deep and jagged and scary.
A souls hidden passage to humanities pain.
The essence of ourselves stays true to our triumphs and failures, our love, our humility.
Hands are extended out to be pulled back
Our twine that binds and recovers us from the rocky cavern to the original point.
Love sees truth painful and real,
So real we understand and sympathize with it,
In the end we build our human elasticity and endurance with it. Pulling each back to one another in loves sweet embrace of forgiveness and understanding that everyone is always working on better versions of themselves.
Categories:
inflected, love, endurance,
Form:
Free verse
Angels?
Are they ornaments worn on our shoulders as symbols?
Are they ten foot-tall guardians, guarding those with faith ?
Are they messengers of God?
Are they dense enough to cleanse an entire evil space?
Whence I ponder angels…
Akin to an innocent child
Or likened to that of a sheep
Inflected on as a snow-white turtledove…
Was the most aesthetic angel the precursor for hell?
Sunshine Williams
Categories:
inflected, philosophy,
Form:
An evil one..
Not to go with soft referred as despotic rules are just.
Nothing quite defected if nothing softly despotic. They are nasty nice.
Some sublime ways are better empathy hearts. List to mores and law as made may then be good. Common all are simple normal looks. What is good? Are we right.
What is evil all are self that like then project to other. .
Someways also some how must be thives to get and punished the thives.
Eyes with beams or eyes with sticks are all not keen or better eyes. Always supposing then always are greedy human natures that are egos. Certain ethics bear by natures. Empathy natures see a while between human creatures and other creatures. Empathy come as something sexy calls to please or beg the other in the very first. However you can learn and go sublimed and go to charity one by self. Certain worse than wrong are evil doing just with natures acquire by all of us as human being.
Freak to have control those all seemingly flexible also feeble are emperorship. Mostly they selected for always be self. Wealth to him and life to him and mostly better stuffs for him is so. Tribes and taboo can be right or can be wrong. By the ways for all of them are some projected from human natures then also culture.
Equality ways for men and girls are right.
Culture also traditional rites may influence life and wills of us.
Good or evil can inherently bear.. Passing genes have identities come with qualities. However what about our culture interference us and some are conventions. However those are come by tokenism reasons.
Some did mention names of Sigmund FREUD. Then our natures just as instincts all are some inflected with our sub-consciences. Some against the taboos which we have evils then there are some behaviors bad.
Most can be evils only with our themes of sexes or greedy egos.
-----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-------------
Categories:
inflected, angst, evil, life, may,
Form:
ABC
Little Cupid back to Olympus flies
His arrows to replenish he needs new supplies
His bow restrung his darts have flung
For Cupid love is never done
Come Spring new and green
And at every person Cupid's arrows fling
With tips of gold for passionate desire
With tips of lead to put out the fire
The world in love with love
Little Cupid hovers above
A tear mist his eye for his heart is denied
No one to fly at little Cupid's side
Spread love around laugh out like a clown
But on wings of solace alone is found
Back to Olympus a silver cloud for a room
A self inflected love shot won't help if you're immune
No mortal to love him no divine to woo
Cupid's need for love mist his cloud blue
Aphrodite sings lullabies to her little man
For little Cupid love is not for his own to command
Pierce your finger with the tip of gold
Why can't it bring me someone magic to hold
Infatuation, passion burns fast
With sudden flirtation love doesn't always last
Know your own heart for it to be shared
Love your self first so for others you may care
In love all you have is yourself to give
In life all you got is this one life to live
In youth fall in love always a lot
But when you grow up random love stops
Find one to love and to be loved
Find one to love and to be loved
Cupid sleeps as his tears rain down
Igniter of passion with no love he found
So with mischievous boyish delight
He releases those arrows in a torrential flight
Let love abound from this heavenly realm
Let Cupid deny let Cupid decide love's helm
Never to taste the bitterness of love lost
Never to relish the sweetness of love won at all cost
Alone Cupid sleeps upon his silver cloud
A cloth of golden silk upon his brow
For with amour Cupid be fickle
For his own heart those gold arrows aint worth a nickel
Categories:
inflected, fantasy, funny love, irony,
Form:
Rhyme
Pain
pierces
so deeply
wounding the soul
Leaving scars inflected by deception
Hurling it’s arrows of deceitfulness
Puncturing peace
Impaling
The heart's
Bliss
Categories:
inflected, lost love,
Form:
Tetractys
My self inflected sorrow
Begins the countdown to tomorrow
Sorting through the maze of yesterday
Moments last forever
They torture at their pleasure
Making sure my heart has hell to pay
The clock cuts like a dull knife
As it ushers in the midnight
Breaking through the silence of the wall
I have just one obsession
'To offer my confession
The fact that no one's here is all my fault
I need someone to listen me to sleep
As I talk about the promises..... I didn't keep
One who'd love me.. if I'd let her
But she couldn't make it better
I need someone to listen....me to sleep
Someone who'd dare to listen....me to sleep
Colab With Carol M.
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Categories:
inflected, anxiety, depression, divorce, friend,
Form:
Lyric