Best Maelstrom Poems
I heard the drub of rain pelting the roof
Unaware that a storm had been brewing
Roar of thunder, flash of lightning gave proof
that I had no idea, no inkling of what I was doing.
Spirit numbed and body drenched
I ventured into the maelstrom, unaware
or perhaps I didn't care. My eyes were clenched
preventing tears from falling. Loneliness is hard to bear
Sorrow bit at my heels where puddles formed
I swallowed a cry so no one would hear my sobbing
On I trudged while within me the maelstrom stormed
Confusion inside my head, heartbeat throbbing.
Charybdis' whirlpool swirled, trying to drag me in
Crested waves carried me toward its center
The tightrope I walked was a tenuous line
and lost forever I would be if I decided to enter.
On the edge of giving in, I swam for what seemed hours
The surge of flood tide would not claim me tonight
On sanity's shore I sat once more, allowing the showers
to sting my upturned face and have their moment of respite.
March 20, 2023
Writing Challenge - 'M' Words
Sponsor: Constance La France
The maelstrom keeps pulling me inwards,
Whirlpool's spinning slowly downwards.
My strength is waning quickly;
Hope’s waning silently.
Perceive no rescue;
No help’s in view.
Life I'll misss.
Abyss;
Void
"A maelstrom of whirling emotions in me shout,
Penning it down helps me sort it out."
~ by poet
Man is a jumble of emotions,
A maelstrom of conflicting passions,
Enshrined in his heart are strong notions,
Love, mercy, peace, joyful compassions
Swirl together in mind's deep oceans,
Turmoil in this vortex leads to war,
Restlessness and negative uproar;
Overthinking whirls of thoughts explored,
Maelstrom of feelings in poems poured.
20th March 2023
For Constance La France's "Writing challenge - M words" contest
From seas of green, to darkened woe
The winds do blow the grief
In Maelstrom's tide, to havens low
We waken death from sleep
Harkened to the evening star
The evil calls the foe
Into the tide of the Maelstrom
Into the deep below
Dark haven, cruel Raven
Where shall you then depart?
The whole ship has sunken
Into the whirlpool's heart
The moon will shine from up above
Till darkness ends the light
The moaning mist of deadened love
The sad, lost wings of flight
Demon waters drown the glee
Of all remaining hope
The gift to hear, the gift to see
Left us long ago
Dark haven, cruel Raven
Where shall you then depart?
The whole ship has sunken
Into the whirlpool's heart
Dark haven, cruel Raven!
Where shall you fall tonight?
The whole world is shaken
In Maelstrom's sick delight
6/17/13
-experimenting on this verse;
trying to make a four part
acapella...wish me luck!!
this is a story...
of courage
and heroism.
after agonizing months
in captivity, withstanding
the churning maelstrom
of unspeakable horrors
day in, day out;
frequently subjected
to torture, mockery,
psychological warfare, etc,
the long-suffering prisoners of war
miraculously
make a break to freedom.
the great escape,
however,
tasted too bittersweet
to celebrate.
all but one was accounted for
the seemingly impossible
had to be done;
the intrepid soldiers
decide to u-turn back
behind enemy lines
to rescue one of their own,
no matter the cost.
fully aware
they're embarking
on a dangerous mission
that will suck them into
yet another maelstrom of war:
furious exchanges of gunfire -
they surge ahead nonetheless
they have no misgivings
dying by
the "Leave No Man Behind" code,
they live by.
Writing Challenge - M words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme/word chosen: Maelstrom
Date written: 03/20/2023
Caught in the maelstrom
A world of darkness and misery
for bewildered and tortured souls
A world where howling winds
reside in vortexes of black holes
A world where hope is just a word
whispered in a soft murmur
A world where psychotic episodes
revel at hopes murder
A world where even light can't penetrate
the dungeons of the imagination
Where friendships and hope are wrecked
on crashing waves of desperation
How can one survive in this hostile world
where hope is hopelessly caught in the maelstrom?
Pray to the God who can resurrect hope
and shelter you from miseries hailstorm!
John Derek Hamilton
August 25,2016
Fiendish and gruesome phantasmagoric
denizens reigned horns of a dilemma blitzen deer
dwelt deep inside subterranean vault perform an evil dance
haunt psychic landscape with imaginary (yet realistic) vixen
gargoyle visitations that cast macabre trance
nocturnal unconscious invaders cavort and gallivant
disturb donnor party quiescent sleep
with devilish and sinister prance.
Apparitions crept stealthily into peaceful slumber receptacle
repository whence illusory landscape of dreams
take place to rejuvenate exhausted
body, mind and spirit triage
rent asunder blissful sleep with startled fright
cold sweat drenched nighttime garments and bedding
teeth chattered uncontrollably
heart pounded loudly inside chest
nightmarish phantoms wrought an awful ghoulish sight.
Mushroom cloud anniversary triggered
frenzied gargantuan hallucination
seventy two plus years ago today inauguration
into atomic age took place
one country after another sought
to acquire demonic and destruction devices
maintain self-preservation in surreal atomic weapons race
impossible to escape the dark threat
heir hilly looms and threatens life on Earth
one launched missile spells extermination
across entire global space.
No escape from humankind military machines
munitions march mean madness
and guaranteed demise to all life
*****Sapiens violent history of bias,
intolerance and/or prejudice
characterizes vicious warfare and chronic species strife
unaffordable legacy for future (and perhaps alien) archeologists
who will sift thru civilization debris with delicate knife.
Artifacts buried in a heap
of pulverized and radioactive ash
civilization monuments and hedonistic symbols
gone in a blinding brilliant flash
irksome flotsam and jetsam spewed into outer space
alien nations light years distant collect miniscule bits and pieces
offer object lesson as extinction
for beings become excessively brash.
Midst mild and wild tumults like eddy, vortex, swirl, and whirl,
A maelstrom is a summation of curl and twirl and hurl;
Weather and season get amalgamated with currents,
Winds, storms, gales, squalls, haboobs, and wuthers become deterrents;
Vacuum, like caves or tunnels, into hearts of water,
That curve and cleave and crack, and clang and constantly clatter...!
I have never been to the far or deep sea for fishing,
Or for an adventure that involves mind-body squishing;
Corvettes, cruisers, battle crafts, frigates, and great galleons,
Have got gulped by the colossal maelstrom daedalians;
To the courtyards of the sea gods, these underpasses lead,
Wherein, motionless, creatures feel absolute bondage freed...!
Chaos, violence, and ethnic hatred in every form,
A ship-devouring maelstrom as an innate psychic norm;
Regions, regimes, trade, and populace seeking protection,
Religious democracy coming to conscience flexion;
Wanes into vain vanquish; drains virtues into cosmic pain,
Strife to swim against maelstroms is our existential gain...!!!
20 March 2023
'M' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Maelstrom
Rhyme Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How May Syllables
When things seem dark, down, dreary
all you feel is oh so weary.
When all seems bleak, you're about to break,
thoughts are so very deep.
Raining, blowing all over the place
boundless thoughts are streaming
in a seeming embracing race.
The firestorm calms eventually,
dreaming, reviewing, ebbing,
calming; self-love returning.
dlbohner
I fell in a maelstrom of Skonivie
A blue whale ran after me
She had yellow mustard legs
I hurled mayonnaise at her
And sadly she became a poet.
New music to soothe the savage inside
just incites a riot of rampaging neurons
painful emotional waves coalesce into
a tsunami,
a solid wall of feelings
ready to wipe out
several small villages
it is a nightmare inside him,
unknown by even the closest companion,
he treads twisted, chaos waters;
the smell, jagged pieces, each life lost,
another body with his face,
another decision, already made
a choice
that has not ended well
he plays again
this time
a new harder, more mature
melody.
“50 Words for Poe: Maelstrom”
A whirlpool in The Ocean
Love is a Maelstrom sucks you in
Dive deep to drown insane smiling
(LadyLabryinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/EGuPCZBulV0
Mrs Bartolozzi
“She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you're swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the water's deeper than you think and there's nothing there”
https://youtu.be/ayhBzZHA4c4
Elysian Fields/Rope of Weeds
“She stooped for a stone and dropped it down.
'Fancy being where that is now,' she said, peering into the blackness; 'fancy going round and round like a mouse in a pail, clutching at the slimy sides, with the water filling your mouth, and looking up to the little patch of sky above.'
'You had better come in,' said Benson, very quietly. 'You are developing a taste for the morbid and horrible.' ("The Well")”
W.W. Jacobs,Ghost Stories
https://youtu.be/IEvzvjV06R4
Out to Sea
In this maelstrom of thoughts, I find myself enchanted by the essence of matter,
In love with its most refined bloomings—oceans, forests, and mountain streams,
It gives me shape and form, a home, a place where my consciousness can live a life,
From which I've grown, like a tree from the fertile soil of tangible existence.
I am amazed by its composition, in love with colors, fragrances, and sounds,
By the touch of warm skin and the sweet taste of freshly picked fruits,
All is matter, a source of pleasure and joy, but also of equal suffering,
Through loss and pain, a perpetual dance between ecstasy and agony.
But what is matter when reduced to its essence? Simple particles that can be scattered,
Decomposed into ghostly spirals—am I that, a quantum equation at my core?
Or is it the gift of a Creator, substance born from the act of a conscious mind,
Eternal in a mysterious way, an enigma tearing my soul with unanswered questions?
And so I find myself by the beloved river, absorbing the last light of day,
Filled with hope and doubt, I watch this beautiful world slowly slip,
Wondering if this is all there is and nothing more,
Or if I will awaken from this dream, as I might have done in so many past lives?
In the flow of my consciousness, thoughts swirl like leaves in the wind,
Matter and spirit entwine in a cosmic dance, and I am the silent witness,
Watching as the universe unfolds before my eyes, a grand spectacle,
Of particles and energies, of dreams and realities, of the ephemeral and the eternal.
I am a part of everything, and everything is a part of me, in a mysterious union,
Matter defines and limits me, but my spirit yearns for the infinite,
In this great dilemma of existence, I lose and find myself with every breath,
A dance of consciousness in the ocean of matter, an unwritten poem of the expanding universe.
(hub bur rigid version.)
All la names bespeaking deity froom
Noah Mo' Room India Arc
of Covenant to Blood
(sweat and tears) of
San Gennaro devout wowed,
and/or Turin shroud
consonantly demonstrably,
desperately, faintly, glumly
yet plaintively, muttered aloud,
no evading the steadily avowed
Atheist approaching funnel
(dum mental) stormy cloud,
cuz far as the eye could see -
at least by this Beatle browed
bipedal hominid (north, south,
east, and west),
the conical, demoniacal,
and elliptical endowed
sky high reversed cone, bow wowed
wailing 10,000 maniacs +
same number of banshees
wove weft and white
across wide whirled web
whereat, the black vortex
vacuumed everything
in sight (chowed
down) with loud violent row
dee earsplitting sound everything
within a vast path got plowed
obliterated, and annihilated proud
lee into bajillion smithereens,
hence mine entire being
held spellbindingly agog
frozen in place ruff akin
to well trained dog
without a chance to bark a blog
mired stock still courtesy, sans
extreme fear comp
pounded (zero apr) via
quintessential supreme tear
roar immovable paralysis
plus helpless as pollywog
lacking seizure of critical
whatsapp cerebral cog
as if blinded by a mental fog,
cuz nothing withstood
the incalculable suction
emitting barrage of sounds -
hmm...methinks or imagined,
I heard cry of a hog
amidst the pandemonium,
plus uproarious, ominous,
and insidious howl,
though still some
scant miles removed,
the deafening roar
felt like top of my head
blasted unable to jog
free (like a bajillion trained
thundering monsters at log
er heads) these screaming
quasi nemesis seemingly
horrifically, and directly
into my tender ears.
inside me cranium
toady, an amphibious December 19th
twenty twenty one sinisterly drum
intonating forty five orbitz one bum
graduated as hard school of knocks alum.
Fiendish and gruesome phantasmagoric denizens
dwell deep inside subterranean vault
perform an evil dance
haunt psychic landscape
with imaginary (yet realistic)
gargoyle visitations cast macabre trance
nocturnal unconscious invaders
cavort and gallivant
disturb quiescent sleep
with devilish and sinister prance.
Apparitions crept stealthily
into peaceful slumber receptacle
repository whence illusory
landscape of dreams
take place to rejuvenate
exhausted body, mind and spirit triage
rent asunder blissful sleep with
a startled fright
cold sweat drenched
nighttime garments and bedding
teeth chattered uncontrollably
heart pounded loudly inside chest
nightmarish phantoms wrought
an awful ghoulish sight.
Mushroom cloud anniversary triggered
frenzied gargantuan hallucination
seventy six plus years ago today inauguration
into atomic age took place
one country after another sought
to acquire demonic and destruction devices
maintain self-preservation in
surreal atomic weapons race
impossible to escape the dark threat
looms and threatens life on Earth
one launched missile spells extermination
9.
across entire global space.
No escape from humankind military machines
munitions march mean madness
and guaranteed demise to all life
*****Sapiens violent history of bias,
intolerance and/or prejudice
characterizes vicious warfare
and chronic species strife
unaffordable legacy for future
(and perhaps alien) archeologists,
who will sift thru civilization debris
with delicate knife.
Artifacts buried in a heap
of pulverized and radioactive ash
civilization monuments
and hedonistic symbols
gone in a blinding brilliant flash
irksome flotsam and jetsam
spewed into outer space
alien nations light years distant
collect miniscule bits and pieces
offer object lesson as extinction for beings
that become excessively brash.