Best Inhalations Poems
Sitting in a house . . . a home
Across from a husband and a wife
I look at her
Saddens fills the orbs of her dark eyes
Her breathing short . . . shallow inhalations
Panic and fear waiting to pounce
My heart pleads for her . . . be strong
I look at him
His eyes bright . . . projecting confidence, love
Strapped into his wheelchair
This once mighty man
Is trapped in a body that betrayed him
I close my computer
Finished . . . dreams shared
Hope and desires expressed
A way forward captured
Time for me to go . . .
But the questions remain
Life . . . Death . . . Why?
Why him?
His family?
Why?
I hear strokes on a keyboard
A mechanical voice vibrates from small speakers
“May I pray?”
This broken man is not done
I close my eyes feeling the moisture leaking out
“Greet each day with a smile”
“Dance in the rain”
“Embrace love and rejoice”
“Be strong and fear not”
“There is victory over death”
“Life . . . Eternal life!”
This broken man with the unbroken spirit
Is ministering to me, to his family
Dying but still concerned for the living
What an incredible love, a powerful faith
Living and dying well
Listening to his typing, I realize . . .
I have no power over the eternal questions
Of life . . . of death . . .
But God does
This limitation of my humanity is NOT
So I can wallow in despair – NO!
But so I can hope in God!
Thank-you my dear friend
I will never forget you
Your words of hope and love
Your faith
Dancing in the rain.
Note: My friend died six months after this meeting.
David Meade
Love Generously
June 13, 2015
Categories:
inhalations, courage, death, love, memory,
Form:
There is Nothing to Say About It
There is nothing to say about it
No words to describe it at all
There are no words at all to describe
the mass slaughter of innocents,
the relentless malignant progressions of
the evil black-moving cloud of terminations,
the toxic metastasizing ooze of outright annihilations,
the blood-gurgling regurgitations, and
the blood-spurting decapitations.
There is nothing to say about it.
Nothing to say at all.
No words to describe
the hopeless piercing cries of the infidels
the whimpering terrified pleadings of the condemned
the silent gasping inhalations of the dying
There is nothing to say about it.
No words to describe it at all!
My heart at 62 years has not seen anything like this at all!
Never anything like this at all!
I have not seen this outrageous slaughter before at all!
There is nothing to say, except…
These are the days!
The days of this unkind hour;
the days before the great onslaught!
Before this massive earthly descent to the lowest places,
the smelly dank places,
the rotting miasma of the dead places.
There are no words to describe it!
There is nothing to say at all!
Categories:
inhalations, war,
Form:
Free verse
Thick white clouds
Retracing posture
Atop the layers of earth;
Foggy shrouds of white
Overclouded landscape
Clogging the sunlight
In blurry unclearness.
In brown faded bushes
Lies inhalations of dryness,
Catchy like the gasoline
In simple lit strikes
On matchboxes;
Spreading fierce fires
To four cornered angles
On grassy fields.
From silty bits of soil
Hovers clouds of dust,
Distributed casually
By several printed steps
Of slippers and rotating air.
The echoes of the wind
Screams with concurrent whirl,
Stirring up particles
In fiery harsh voices.
Innermost in the terrain
Glares cracking every way,
As the dryness sucks away
Final surviving drops of moist,
From pores of skin surfaces
And wooden doors.
Thence, in customary shrinking
Of shriveling leaves and bushes
Prowls the reptiles, fleeing away
In untiring searches
For cooler comforting abodes,
Resting forevermore
To the swift slashing cutlass
Of the cautious hunter.
Categories:
inhalations, nature, seasons
Form:
Free verse
I went down by the river
just the other day
I sat on my favorite granite
as I gently caressed a kyanite
I listened to white rushers
splash against steel grey rocks
I graciously engulfed the refreshing
mist from below
Now,
Deep,
Deep inhalations
Then restorative exhalations
A peaceful calm is found
A radiant ray coyly appeared
through the pines
Now sweet melodies of Georgia
are on my mind
Categories:
inhalations, appreciation, beautiful, blessing, earth,
Form:
Imagism
Written: October 15, 2023
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Shadows dwell in the confines of dreams.
I delve into an abyss of enigmas streams.
The soul is a marvel waiting to be unfolded.
To be felt, embraced, and aired to the world.
I slowly peel up my mask for each wary tug.
Disclosing the truth lies beneath the shrug.
Finishing yet another conundrum or quest.
locating the vitality trapped inside the chest.
Inhalations of holy trees yearn to be heard.
A tune rich with wisdom, haphazardly blurred
It falls down in pools of various hues of gray.
Time hurdles have been destroyed in clay.
Lyrics fall akin to twigs in an autumnal breeze.
Build vivid notions in the mind with salient ease.
Imaginary oxblood leaks from your lover's lips.
Whispering whispers as the full moon dimly dips
These archaic cursive instances appear in wait.
I wish tears to dry before my memories slate.
They linger on a blank page since it is too late.
Or, mingle on a shared stage as poets relate.
Before such radiance fades in the night.
To waltz and wanton, yarns of moonlight
Stars strike notes, nurturing a symphony.
A tune that vibrates in the soul is harmony.
Thus, I disclose the core of my being.
As a star sways, watch its hint of foreseeing.
The soft rumblings of the heart's embrace
A romantic choreography, a cosmic chase
But we can bear power at any given time.
To fit inside and enable our souls to sublime.
Whispers of soul embrace a cosmic love chase.
I glance inwardly for calmness and grace.
Categories:
inhalations, analogy, appreciation, fate, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
...early Spring walk around 3.2mi. Lake Calhoun...so named after controversial industrialist sotten with checkered past...movement underway to return name to Native American Dakota "Bde Maka Ska" White Earth Lake.
Purple Finches trill their soothing song
to people walking around Lake Bde Maka Ska,
a deep glacial lake in the heart of Minneapolis.
A lone Eagle cruises above, easily snatching
spawning Carp from the shallows, gracefully
cruising away, talons firmly clutching the
writhing Carp.
I enjoy watching families enjoying their first
walk around the lake, infants in strollers taking in their first inhalations of sights, sounds and
smells after winter isolation.
Young people wander wide-eyed, wondering
how the world sees them, as they establish
identity through dress, movement & interaction
with others...subtle changes will occur as the
summer evolves...reacting or not, to perceived
reflection.
Most of all, I enjoy my own movement,
evaluating subtle changes I notice in myself,
returning to the park bench by the path where
I comfortably situated my 87yr. old Mom,
grateful to have the opportunity to once more
enjoy our city of lakes, wondering how many
more such gifts she will enjoy,
Grateful
for
the
moment
5/7/17
Categories:
inhalations, happiness,
Form:
Narrative
Hungered for a taste
of your essenced elixir,
drunken inhalations
of your French poetry
a splendiferous whirl
of time & space 'tween
darkly scented moons
and sun's adoration,
blithe starry nights
amidst meditative new
dawn's effervesce,
spirited of the heart,
gleaned in the soul,
yearnings of another
chapter's paradise
universal experiences
etched of hourglass sand,
written upon endlessly
chimerical verses
wildflower gardens drenched
of dandelion's plum wine
swooning under a
hypnotic scripted spell,
intoxicating power
of unchained symphonies
dancing amongst skies'
released euphoria
resonating in a song's
reprised melodies,
breathlessness of delirium's
celestial pauses
in vaporous breezes'
unfurling undulation,
captivated by rhythmic
destiny reverberating in
loins' pleasurable calling
quenched of sacred
offering's quell
transcending earthly
persuasions' rhyme,
let me lick the nectar from
your poesy's insatiable lips,
sweet mercy's healing
captured in rapturous
surrender's reawakening ~
Categories:
inhalations, beauty, heart, inspiration, longing,
Form:
Romanticism
Not one, three bowls of lovely pomegranates
Look, the passion incarnate
Love or hate as you like, please don't desecrate
Gateway to glorious ecstasy
Of serene sensuality holding supreme creativity
And the all seeing mighty eyes!
Invitation to the abundant festival of inhalations
‘Come, honeycombs are ready
Bees throughout eternity, come and benumb
Come here and swamp the boat’
Under the lavish moon there in the dark lagoon
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25 February,2016
Contest: Visualize Scrutinize and Remark
Sponsored by:Forever Malta
Categories:
inhalations, beauty, boat, body, dark,
Form:
Free verse
He remembers his grandmother
sitting next to him on the couch during naptime;
his two-year-old body restless and jumpy.
She would yawn a tremendous open, lion’s mouth
yawn and shake her mane of hair that fell around
her shoulders . . . and he would wait for the roar that never
came. Instead, her measured breath would flow out into
the sigh of the breeze through the trees or the swell
of the ocean - the earth’s inhalations, it seemed.
Years later in Iraq and Iran, as missiles whistled
overhead, the roar of tankers and hard-scrabble
footsteps loud in the night, he puts
himself to sleep
with the memory
of her breathing.
Categories:
inhalations, assonance, family, grandmother, love,
Form:
Free verse
Up and down, up and down, up and down
I don’t know if I have any more energy for
Up and down
If the line would flatten
I could finally rest
A masked woman wearing scrubs
Fights my inclination for slumber
But, sleep equals peace
My lungs and head droop
Alarms blare
I hear mumbled words
Something about rousing my oxygen levels
I breathe the shape of a box
A trick learned from a Seal
It works as prescribed
Briefly
But, also adds weights to my eyes
The black beckons
More voices
Persuading
For a return to deep inhalations
Inspiration illuminates and
Instead
I sing
Laughter and confusion
They believe they are witnessing another
Drug induced performance
However,
I
Am
Lucid
They don’t understand
I’ve dwelt in darkness
Many times before
I’ve tried to disappear
Into its obscurity but,
For reasons yet revealed
Someone
Keeps shining a spotlight
On me
On everybody
So, I croon
Only a few notes initially
My oxygen spikes
Astonishment
Giggling turns into song requests
A Frank Sinatra classic was my first
Fully awake
Stability
With challenges
Ups and downs, ups and downs, ups and downs
I’m so tired
Nevertheless,
I’m on stage
The spotlight shines and
The traditional theatrical battle cry insists
The show must go on
Categories:
inhalations, faith, health, inspiration, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
You are a fantastic sufferer,
A passionate star striker-heightening my tears to happiness
How I wish for merely a moment, that I could forget all my fears
And allow myself to imagine your warm arms around me
Telling me "Alone you never be in this fight against the maggots"
And I would lay my head against you in peace,
Calmed by your heavenly inhalations
For once knowing, I never fight in the solitary despair of Alone
Reaching peaks of patience, I long to remove memories of the unattainable
Had his green eyes only met my own again...
Yet well I know, the dark intense eyes that see me,
Would admonish and feed me
With wisdom and excitement far superior than the offerings of kings
That claw my back in lust, and promise impossible things
An obsession far more potent than the wines I never drink
Do not make me cling into the furies of obsession again
Let me know you feel the same
Or else I will lay my head against the rocks,
Cradled by unpredictable seas
Laboring in merciful grief,
I seek the truth
Because whatever the answer, I will always admire you
Leave me alone....
Or Forever be my own
"Demons cry because they know your beauty surpasses the ugliest-- the most glorious."
Categories:
inhalations, beauty, courage, i love
Form:
Free verse
Two kings, one queen looked upon my quiet self as I sat.
Asked I was to appear before them one quiet spring day.
They sat there for moments which seemed like hours.
The first king spoke and said what a shame I had been.
That my career was full of shambles, change I did not accept.
Many people had spoken about physical sickness I spread.
I asked if my designation had suffered so much, why was it now,
Being scrutinized and corrupted by such, and not sooner.
Time had passed and my charm was well and then fell from grace.
While as well maybe I should be the peasant, another to my place.
Haunted, devastated by the words the royalty uncovered.
I was dismissed from their presence, while tears gathered inside.
Like an overflowing bucket, straining, I held them inside.
They formed a gel that hardened my soul and body so quick.
Feeling the jiggling, I somberly left the town of my existence.
Anger raged and boiled the gelatin to a more lucid state.
First one drip from left then following from the right,
Jumbled thoughts swirled the now liquid of salt and grime.
Poured over the humiliation shield, this had buffered me,
Tears of the ages that I had stored ran freely, so rapid.
Inhalations of the fluid that cleanses heartaches, poured out.
Exploding into a landslide, like sudden storms pounding rain.
These supposed to be droplets had grown like hailstones.
Flooding my cheeks, causing a waterfall over my lips,
I tried to wipe them away only to find more that followed.
As in the torrential rains of a summer storm that hammer,
Then heated by the sun to return to flow down again and again,
This river that ran over my entire being was to never return.
Just absorbed into my skin, saltiness to glimmer my sin,
My spirit broken though capturing and rebuilding my soul,
These lucid deluges washed my humiliated grime on the ground.
They have never surged a reenactment and never shall return.
written by
Cecil Hickman
written for
Sponsor HGarvey Daniel Esquire
Contest Name Personify A Tear
Categories:
inhalations, introspection, life, sad
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
You are the crimson surge
I am your crimson desire
The bird radiates a crimson urge
Comes about the sapphire
You vivify the respirations
I deeply breathe your mist
Following the crimson inhalations
Comes about the crimson twist
Thank God that I got the life
And enjoy the crimson strife
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July 26, 2016
Categories:
inhalations, beauty, bird, imagery, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
Halt
Pause to
Consider
Every Process
Taking Place Right Now
In Your Body and Brain
You’ll likely be Overwhelmed
Inhalations, Exhalations
Absorptions, Secretions, Digestions
Grief, Ecstasy, Swan-Dives, Hypotheses
Chillax ~ Involuntarily Accept Them
Categories:
inhalations, body, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Tempest tossed along lost dreams
Salted wounds in these tears stream
Flood gates washed about
Drowning amid dimensions latent, further
Within whirlpool, a limbo
Of languages ancient yet, not unknown
Aligning streaks
In saddening ire
Off a cleft
Symbolizing
A drop of broken life
Retire
Randomly inhalations
With raiment chills pillaging
From once atmosphere still
Arbitrary evicting fervent to tepid
Chasing back the last breath of jilts
And grasping out for dear air
Comprehensions of all that is
And never was, really fair
Involuntary reflexes
Merely, flex once more
In captivation of unawares
Thus, stumbles unto a now idle flesh
Of a nucleus without feeling any longer
Redefining the promises
Of the forever there
Unto the being
Organs eternally continue struggling
Among a clutching entrench
They crumble in
Collapse and give
To once, its rhythmic yearning song
Only time, beats stronger on
And soon shall counter part
In beginnings of resolve
All somewhere deep within a broken heart
Categories:
inhalations, lost love, love, passion,
Form:
Free verse