Best Maelstroms Poems
A thread ...
ties me to the Infinite
a tendril of sonorous joy, expressed
weaves the depth of my marrow
to all that is and was and shall be and shan't ...
O - sing, my soul, of all that I am - sing of what I can't be!
A breath ...
holds my melody of being
spirit coursings beyond the capability of sensate expression
swell from the reaches of my heart
to find their diaphanous wings upon the maelstroms ...
O - sing, my soul, of all that I feel - sing of a bounding love!
A scream ...
rooted in dulcet dreams
rhythmic and dolorous and dark, of the night
dances, lilting, to bind the wounds of that greater expanse
to shed in music what I fear most ...
O - sing, my soul, of all that hides - sing of my shaded sins!
A song ...
sews my innermost to the day
a choral conjugation of my bones and the breadth of heaven
the seed of expression, harmonious ... wending
to enjoin this sparrow's strain ... with the All ...
O - sing, my soul, of all myst'ries to find - sing of a life at end!
O - sing!
~ 7th Place ~ in the "Your Best Free Verse That You Wrote" Poetry Contest, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Your best free Verse 2020" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "A Poem Honoring Spirituality" Poetry Contest, Caren Krutsinger, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Choice X, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Sing It" Poetry Contest, Nina Parmenter, Judge & Sponsor.
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.
wakes …
of carnage
widen behind me
shimmering horizon of hope
and prospect
(and falsehood)
now turned cold, dank, dim -
faceless and wan
my poison and err has tainted
the waters, pure ...
things most dear and precious
forever scarred
no redemption or excuse
worthy of the deeds
negligence and mistake now
strewn at my feet ...
massive and black
a chasm opens before me
oh, how soft and sweet, the darkness ...
to dive, plunge
fall deep and down
let it wrap me like the wings
of an angel, forsaken
let it rock me, gently, to sleep
soft and sensuous
the voice that whispers to me
from the inky slate ...
horror, guilt, pain
all gone with one deep, sweet
kiss of oblivion
oh, her gentle voice is yet
warm in my ear
her saccharine breath, a divine enchantment ...
the Great Void awaits -
the blank embrace of nihility
and the ultimate tomb
of all that IS, was, shall ever be
yawns in a parody of the cosmos -
the expanse that has ever
held me rapt in wonderment -
but it glistens not
with the life of the heavens
there is no glint or flicker
to hold the gaze
or measure its draft
no spinning maelstroms or
pulsing strings
just a gaping pit, abysmal ...
and the only TRUE
promise …
of liberty.
~ 7th Place ~ in the "Dance of Death" Poetry Contest, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judge & Sponsor.
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
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
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
Here I stand, breathless, on mortality's beach
Constrained by the lessons you painfully teach
Thus, I plunge with convictions into the breach
Death, where are you?
Oh, countless emotions now stifle my worth
So caught in the maelstroms of Mother Earth
You shadowed my purpose and id, from birth
Death, where are you?
I've waited this shore for you, warm and dark
Stood listening for whispers of destiny, stark
But the tip of your arrow has missed its mark
Death, where are you?
This sea of oblivion has floated each dream
Now washing my soul, to the temporal seam
Forsaken to depths too abysmal to scream ...
Death, where are you?
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "May 2018 Premiere Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Rhyme And Refrain" Poetry Contest, Broken Wings, Sponsor.
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.