Best Maelstroms Poems
Nights are restless in dispirited dreams,
treading water in storm-tossed seas.
Starlight guides an uncharted course
when I hear your voice calling me...
hoping to have you again at my side,
sultry eyes gleaming across ebbing tide.
In shallow shoals I stand shivering,
swells swaying in a rhythmic beat
as if they were merciless maelstroms.
But from their lure I seek no release
if from their hold you cannot break free.
Then, I shall perish within their flow
for this reality I have come to know...
My hunger for you will never be sated,
my thirst remains unquenched.
I'm drenched in brine and endlessly search
but yet to find a seraphic solution...
an inkling as to how I can ignite the flame
to light my way while calling your name,
for no matter where my quest leads,
I fail because you're never there.
If to be with you I must face my worst fear,
submerged, entangled in waters deep,
I will find you and wrap you in my arms.
If the bottom of the sea is where you sleep,
my heart will entreat the storm laden sea
to enfold me as it did you, joined in reverie.
I cringe at the desperation of that thought
but my heart is beginning to lose all hope
that it can cope without you at my side.
I cannot hide the dreary darkness inside me,
the bitter starkness and ensuing emptiness
that fills my solemn soul with morbid dread.
Gladly, I would surrender my last breath,
accepting death, forsaking the loneliness
and offer my life... body, mind and soul
without a torrential train of trickling tears
nor wretched frown of fear upon my face
to be with you again each night.
Quivering, I'll wade into tremulous waves
if it means I would be reunited with you
somewhere in reality... anywhere but here...
in dire doldrums of my dreams each night.
Even now, they beckon me into their depths.
If to love you, I must drown; I dare say I will,
surrendering to the fate of my destined plight.
Fastening my grip on you, throwing my head up high
Where colours fight in sunlight bright enough to blind me
Vortices, one after another, dizzyingly
maelstroms of words disappear unspoken
Will they drown me
those waves, will they drown me
can I come up and breathe again?
can I hold on and survive?
Waves
riding the board with you
blue sky opens to warm glow of the sunlight
from where I am the shore is near
I relax, while you steer
small waves rippling lulling me to sleep
***
August 22, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
ado the realms that I have plunged with phrase
they have no shape - no bound'ries or expanse
some wend in heaven's dreams or hell's malaise
thoughts sown a demon's kiss or angel's dance ...
such myst'ries there are born from matter, gray
those maelstroms wend the mind's complexities
what seems dark and chaotic through its sway
works fierce to find the beauty each eye sees ...
while wordsmiths tend to stretch upon the rack
of flow'ry phrase, for sake of bloom and breaths
there's far more dire concern with candor's lack
than all the horror wrought ten thousand deaths ...
please don't misunderstand these words of mine
true eloquence is birthed through grain OR chaff
with thoughts that bare the soul in grand design
and swell dear hearts that break on their behalf ...
pray, deign to think me common, though I was
dear love's sweet fool, a million times too much
and though I'd trade my loves for verse's cause
the dearest poem can't trump ... a woman's touch.
Written: January 23, 2024
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Their melodious humming drifts
through the fragrant night air
carrying a sense of tranquility
In this enchanting universe
where dreams come true
A delicate whisper
of silver breeze captivated softly.
Trees are lavishly graced
with azure iridescence
visualize an idyllic scene
that is truly magical
in this hypnotic realm
trees sway softly
as lilts chortle jubilantly
dryads are ecstatic
lullabies spark with
flamboyant emerald
fostering faith
in forfeited souls
lack within intricate
maze of their dwelling
scarlet nests tucked
high on twigs
An oasis of passion
where silence draws.
Lullabies load breeze
with a warm glow of opals
orienting dropped souls
In a mystery of
their abode once again
trees adorned with snugly
hidden crimson nests
a setting of love
where harmony sway
arbors wrapped
with stunning splendor
a vibrant tapestry
of dazzling majesty
their heaving hues herald
heaven with hypnotic hood
In this magical mannerism
musings mantling
In an ephemeral haven
of natural magnificence
dryads whirl and
trees sway peacefully
The winter-worn sky reveals a
faded, shimmering bronze and
gold shade, reminiscent of a
withered vermeil and naiad
fluorescent opals, paired
with scarlet demantoids in
smooth charmeuse enamel
mesmerizing maelstroms
of crystalline bonfire
flamingo flowers fit
with a fiery symphony
akin to the reverberations
of a silken folk melody
on the horizon
they shrink to hypnotic ink
scribbles on violet skyline.
One night this darkness will end life
with clouds in damp fog without stars
and a moon dressed in tatters screaming
at feet scratched on pebbles in low-tide
rough water to sway one and stumble
Maelstroms twist, turn and swallow fish
in an icy-cold winterland with rickety wrecks
Stranded with thundering crashes ashore
leaving flotsam resentful on soggy sand
The roar of firebolts raging around
And the sky will fall in guarded shadows,
streaks painted in dripping revelations,
shades of nevermore patina
eroding encrusted thoughts into gaping holes,
swallowing what is left of the dream
The artisan's hand glares down from the sky
Gouache in thick streaks in tangerine rage
A knife sticking out scraping clouds
Unstable equilibrium shakes easel unnoticed
Genius vision or prediction of doomsday
When the unthinkable, unfathomable happens,
in silent sunbeam glory a single bloom forms
Tiny roots ruminate a desolate landscape,
gently removing soil from fractured stone,
caressing sorrows in springtime whispers
Dark clouds now cast warming farewells
as blue sky canopies float like streamers,
singing in harmony with endless beliefs that,
one night this darkness will end life,
until dawn’s resurgence is reborn
***
February 3, 2017
Copyright ©Chris Green and Darren White
Oh, how my nethermost being aches for your answer
You yawn like a glistening wound above me, tugging at my will
A pregnant astral enigma, weeping with wonderment and perplexity
Frigid, barren voids, churning chaos, meat and matter beyond imaginings
Vistas of marvel, life fantastic and bizarre, worlds unbidden and unbled
Swirling maelstroms of dust, energies of darkness and dynamism
The heaving breast of heaven, burgeoning at the Constant, ever outward
Oh, to but prick the veil of your timeless and tenebrous mystery
To breach your breadth and boundary, and all that they bind and bear
Would be to weave the garland ... of the gods themselves.
~ 8th Place ~ in "The Universe" Poetry Contest, Nina Parmenter, Judge & Sponsor.
Friends are the jewels we gather
To set in the crown of life,
Through their sparkle life shines.
They are the silken threads we weave
Into the rich tapestry of life,
Giving it joy and splendor.
On a winter’s day
They are the summer’s sun
That pierces gloom
To chase away clouds of despair.
And when we sail stormy waters;
As the maelstroms of life
Rage and threaten to drag us down,
Friends are a harbor of LOVE and PEACE.
Fallen upon knees in ashes of pipe dreamer’s infatuation
chimera's collective stardust reigning through macrocosms,
world spins counterclockwise unrealistically bound hiatus
stained glass mirrors fracture in rhetorical opposition,
earthly beings condensed to mere commonplace residue
threadbare allegiances written on worn out constitutions,
idly spinning cogwheels from premier breath to closer exhale
angels hark intensely attempting to assuage inevitability
whilst calm winds yield to maelstroms' imitative gesticulations
forfeitures of human activity sacrificed in sins' germinal vices
banal platitudes reinforcing an elusively unoriginal existence,
dancing 'round the fire tween inquisitions' reluctant commendations
preparedness on conventional suspension of ill-advised reiterations,
awaiting surrender 'neath an incoherent vigil's unorthodox rite of
incarnate passages' disconnected resolve mid consequential rationale
thereupon...
timelessness is but a variable symbol
factored in mankind's hallucinatory prayers
Paler than the hills I walk
I hear the bleat of sheep long still
and see the thistles of the Saltire’s home,
yet wear the weave of no clan’s name
The red of my discordant neck carries
the match of a thousand morning skies.
When shepherds take warning and
storms make wilful sport
And those same maelstroms
that play a dirge upon my soul.
twist my limbs like the elasticated
stretch of an eviscerated gut
So, let me taste this air of
bitter sweet remembrances,
and at last set forth toward
that brightest of lights
Deflated Raft 1 and 2 – Haiku
Deflated Raft 1
air depleted, sigh
rubber flat, spinning chaos
raft takes on water
Deflated Raft 2
floats on cold water
flat, under maelstroms great weight
watch the raft turn, sink
What sinister secrets
lurk within my mind,
What raging storms
grip my heart,
What malicious maelstroms
swirl in my eyes,
What demonic forces
torment my soul...
You don't wanna know!
It will only entice you
in its dreadful dragnet
And drag you through
an undead necropolis.
I thirst for the blood
And subsist on the
life essence of living creatures,
Prowling relentlessly in the
shadows of the moonlit nights
awaiting my next meal.
CROSS your heart
when you see me,
CROSS your heart now
when you read this,
I can feel you breathe
Sense your heart pounding
Smell the sweat of your fear --
So I said so in truth,
So you have been forewarned!
~06/25/2013
~Deep and Dark II contest by Laura Loo
As I sit here
with my pen in my mouth
this Siren serenades me
and to this there is no doubt
Your words are magic, magic, magic
Teasing my ears
Your words are magic, magic, magic
Stealing my thoughts and fears
Your words are magic, magic, magic
Falling around me
Your words are magic, magic, magic
Dragging me down to the depths
Where I want to be
So there is nothing to see hear, please move along
for her singing captivates me
and surrounded by it there is no wrong.
Please envelope me
with your velvet voice
tuck me away with comforts
‘til there is no choice
To know
Your words are magic, magic, magic
Teasing my ears
Your words are magic, magic, magic
Stealing my thoughts and fears
Your words are magic, magic, magic
Falling around me
Your words are magic, magic, magic
Dragging me down to the depths
Where I want to be
All here floats around with the tide,
just flotsam and jetsam from inside our minds
to sail away with the waves we ride
as we cleanse ourselves for our new finds.
We cast about on this sea of life
surrounded by Maelstroms
and electric strife,
but there is only one thing clear to me
on this mystical night
your song entices me
from my celestial flight
Because
Your words are magic, magic, magic
Teasing my ears
Your words are magic, magic, magic
Stealing my thoughts and fears
Your words are magic, magic, magic
Falling around me
Your words are magic, magic, magic
Dragging me down to the depths
Where I want to be
Severe Weather Predictions...
Professedly Plagues Psyche
I do not watch, while
feigning to sip ale,
nor listen to Wail
ling Jennings poor
imitation by prophetic
local aborigines scent
ting ancestor trail,
while plucking their
Sing song ukulele
national anthem (tip towing
thru the dale
lie la of hybrid tulips)
hearty and hale
Climatological headlines,
more like a puffed up
magical dragon exhale
ling nothing boot hot air,
comprising a renown folk song,
and/or futuristic tall tale
that usually pre
dominate every airwave scale
ling the gamut of
every frequency 24/7, rail
ling dire warnings,
and no need prevails,
particularly for those
refusing to evacuate,
and become sitting targets
like quail caught
in the cross hair
for me to know
onset of biblical pro
portioned sized debacles
(since joblessness thy status,
cuz social security disability received),
but more pertinently
dire forecasts rarely manifest
into monster mashing maelstroms
case in point
being this predicted
"three sisters of all hurricanes"
Florence, Light
Ning, and Gale,
found this storm chaser
disappointed, cuz monstrous
banshee's utter deplorable show
ranked as utter dud at least
(in my book), they did fail
to wreak havoc
falling far short
to flatten every tree,
which limb mit
to flash flooding
minor inconvenience
forced every to sail
guy did by those freed from jail.
This fool doth not consider himself wise,
writing paltry poetry difficult
to read and/or actualize
methinks perusers of great literature
snub nose how I miserably advertise,
laughable attempt to aerobicise
fifty plus shades of gray matter
lobbying showy words agonize
zing effort perhaps best to cauterize
near petrified glob - boon
for scientists to analyze
baffling laboratory technicians
unusual crenulations
a profound surprise
pitiful peremptorily doth apologize
unlike verbalization feasible
after webbed whirled fist size
terra incognita reveals numbskull years
wrought yours truly to anesthetize
smelting, squelching,
and suppressing emotions
scored how tree rings annualize
environmental conditions definite
premature imp of the pervert
poe fella lifetime channels,
where bullies did antagonize
upon death requested autopsy authorize
zing eager scalpels to apprize
miniature dried river bed
formerly streams of consciousness
lake never seen before engendering
crowdsource to hypothesize
baffling every expert,
how terrible fate did baptize
ala lemony snicket series
of unfortunate events
multiplied power bajillion times
number only Google could surmise
obvious tell tale signs did brutalize
as if smacked upside the head
one unfortunate gladly apparently
suffered maelstroms of armageddon size
poet chars evidently
succeeded to burglarize
more successful than Watergate
psychological ploys hackers
noninvasively did cannibalize
(perhaps bored furloughed
government employees)
albeit noninvasively deeming
imposible to canonize
resultant cerebral corpus
understandably did capsize
entire body politik (Democrat)
faced, booked on hatred did demonize
verbal assaults indicate
suffering did caramelize
cerebrum, cerebellum and brainstem
resembling burnt offering
impossible to categorize
glommed hardened integument colleagues
hard pressed to characterize
highly rendered anomaly,
hence unfair to criticize
erratic schizoid personality disorder
quite evident amyloid plaques
did significantly crystalize
definitely explain aberrant quirks
resultant incessant emasculation
unquestionably led him to demoralize.
One night this darkness – A Collaboration with Darren White
One night this darkness will end life
with clouds in damp fog without stars
and a moon dressed in tatters screaming
at feet scratched on pebbles in low-tide
rough water to sway one and stumble
Maelstroms twist, turn and swallow fish
in an icy-cold winterland with rickety wrecks
Stranded with thundering crashes ashore
leaving flotsam resentful on soggy sand
The roar of firebolts raging around
And the sky will fall in guarded shadows,
streaks painted in dripping revelations,
shades of nevermore patina
eroding encrusted thoughts into gaping holes,
swallowing what is left of the dream
The artisan's hand glares down from the sky,
gouache in thick streaks in tangerine rage,
a knife sticking out scraping clouds
Unstable equilibrium shakes easel unnoticed,
genius vision or prediction of doomsday
When the unthinkable, unfathomable happens,
in silent sunbeam glory a single bloom forms
Tiny roots navigate a desolate landscape,
gently removing soil from fractured stone,
caressing sorrows in springtime whispers
Dark clouds now cast warming farewells
as blue sky canopies float like streamers,
singing in harmony with endless beliefs that,
one night this darkness will end life,
until dawn’s resurgence is reborn
Written by:
Darren White
Chris Green