Best Meshing Poems
*DRUNKEN POET*
There I see him sitting like a dummy.
Asking me for more shots of rummy
Talking about his detox days.
Talking about his poetic ways.
Rhyming my eyes comparing them to the moon.
Whispering lines saying he wants too spoon.
Next thing you know his words start getting deep.
Poeting out words revealing he's the family's black sheep.
His blood shot level was releasing his emotional word.
Dreaming that I was in a bath like a dirty bird.
Intoxicated with a breath so refreshing.
Designing me a thousand passionate ones in the meshing
Falling for his physical and mental temporary drunken state
His sense of intellectual things where hitting me real straight.
Swallowing his words like a forbidden love potion
I excessively indulged him with more alcohol to inspire his motion
Admitting to me that love was his downfall.
For me he fell from the stars and than began to crawl.
Proposing a toast for the sake of love
Rambling how I'm the only one he's dreaming of
Nourishing me with his ocean water of affection
Re-bonding his words for me to be his resurrection
Call me crazy for feeling the connection!
Allowing him to penetrate his poetry in me like an injection.
A character so loving above a 99% liquor proof test.
Romancing me with the disguise that he is the best.
Restraining myself from this drunken poet called my husband
Remembering that he is the one fool I can not stand
In his most charming rhyme he called me his rehab.
By that time I knew it was time to call him a cab.
Reminding him about his Alcoholic Anonymous class.
Now all of a sudden he starts acting like an a$$!
Putting his drunken sober poet mind to sleep.
Anyways tomorrow he will still be the same poetic romantic creep!
BY: P.D.
Categories:
meshing, imaginationwords, me, love, me,
Form:
Couplet
DANCING IN INK
A Poem by Debbie_Philly
" I love dance and I love writing !!! "
One of my very first writerings
DANCING IN INK
My pen dances in ink
feathers quilled and twirl
in the excitement that is my pen.
My mood gives it rhythm
the graceful movement
to slide across my page.
The rhyme that flows from my soul.
Sometimes the dance is slow
so sad, bittersweet.
Steps of drowning tears.
The tears of my heart
pounding with drops of disappointment.
With other splashes of written dance
the mood and movement is angry.
I stomp.
Making my presents known across the page.
Yet on another performance of the pen
my ink dashes along the margins
in pure delight.
Ecstasy that can only come
from the ever passionate mind
of a dancers pen.
Feathers quill the rhythm
and rhyme inside my mind.
That is when my pen takes the lead
in this tango of words.
I become my fantasy.
My mind, lost
absorbed in what is my purest passion.
What more can be said.
Steps splashing in ink.
For me the two intertwine
as though they are the meshing
of two perfect souls.
Souls, separate but joined
tells a story.
One with the mind.
The other with the body.
In perfect union.
That is why my pen
DANCES IN INK!
Debbie Kelly ( Debbie Philly)
2005
Categories:
meshing, identity, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
...He said: "I believe there is a God.
Something ingenious was most definitely
at play.
But, I've asked some other
reverends, pastors, and ministers,
where are Jesus' bones?
Not one convinced me, which repulsed
my eagerness to fellowship.
We have
dinosaur bones, giant and dwarf bones,
archeologists artifacts and a slew of other
things that prove that these historical events existed
or occurred.
I'm a total believer of proof!
(with a grin on his face)
Can you answer that"?
The other guy paused and prayed
before taking the quiz!
He says: "the miracle is prophecy since the Old Testament.
And the sacrifice of foul offering
became displeasing to the Creator's taste buds.
And, don't forget about Abraham who was willing
to sacrifice his own son when God asked him
to pledge his allegiance... an Initiatory joke
that the creator ante up one
with a pure scarifications and sacrificial lamb;
his own child!
You and I have bones from our parents
meshing. The sperm penetrated the egg.
Mary, a virgin,
impregnated by a message
that she would bear a child.
Without the meshing of two
those bones
left the same way that they arrived... Miraculously
with dominion over hell and a graveyard".
Categories:
meshing, atheist,
Form:
Free verse
Once agone moments in time
she was poetry in motion,
'til she pirouetted herself
onto dusty versed shelves
midst old clouded rhymes
& recollected love notes
yet, there lingered echoes
glistening 'tween strands
of web's interlacing design,
meshing her finessed
past within gossamer's
complexed entanglements
beyond labyrinths of
anciently grand symphonies
she dances, still ~
silently in her head
flirting with destiny
albeit, not quite as opulently
Categories:
meshing, age, dance, destiny, memory,
Form:
Imagism
Not in tea leaves, in shoelaces tie existence--their harsh and meshing material
bound, tethered, undone with a gentle pull.
The bunny ears
and clumsy fingers bouncing along the faux-marble
hallways: the future politicians and CEO's and poets
wiping caked mucus on the white-washed brick foundations--
babbling babbling babbling babbling.
A blood-stone bed surge of tidal maturation,
soon to be lost in the variant eddies of life;
the finger-painted puzzle-box open and unsolvable.
Their parents, for they are honorable, as
picket-fences are honorable, as
tracksuits are honorable, as
Zoloft is honorable, sit ajar
on school streets of vibrant myriad cars quietly dilapidating
behind Armor-All dashes. Old ladies waving dutifully
at lifeless lawn ornaments like lifeless lawn ornaments soon themselves in front of homes because
the youth only want something old when it's time to marry,
Googling what the heart feels for the occasion.
Smokestack color windows of depreciating souls searching drunken
down the glossy oak
bar through bent light of whiskey glasses and broken values
they blame on Nietzsche and the price of condoms,
finding a sad reflection seated at this world's dampened end to spread
like ashen snow
again and again and again on sweat-stained futons,
after the lurch toward the water, sloppy with kisses
and lace.
Church bells sound off one and two
O! clock tower
marching Heaven to Hell but got lost in Devil's Lake. They do not hear
the beaten shopping cart radio wobbling like a tripodal Dog,
telling us Jesus stayed inside because White is translucent in the rain.
But,
the wander-footed waywards, leaden eyed, tranced in droning hums of small town streetlights--
or red red copper hangers
or lucid jaundice confessions
or gangrenous light-slivered closets--
break half-empty
beer bottles on familial-faced slogans plastered to an under-bellied bridge and sway
like ebbing wind on the unsure-step shore banks, drooping wasp legs
over the ever-rising precipice
to vein-rush Hellgrammite powder
with their one remaining shoelace
and leave their shoes behind.
Categories:
meshing, home, old, lost, lost,
Form:
Free verse
Waves crash down on the rocks reducing them to sand
Then sweeps them away to some far off land
The wave roll in covering my feet in sand
In the concept of time I wonder just who I am?
I gaze before me the vastness of the sea
Represents all the possibilities inside of me
I can’t think of any place I would rather be
I have trouble describing there’s so much to see.
I walk out to the rocks to find some treasure
I find many starfish much to my pleasure
It seems that the only way to go is up
So I step up and take a drink from life’s cup.
Peace and tranquility fill me inside
While the waves provide a pretty good ride
The water is cool and so refreshing
All of the pieces seem to be meshing.
A seagull in the water and gets hit by a wave
I dawn a smile and feel I am saved
I like how the sky melts into the sea
Over the horizon sounds like the place to be.
The adventure I’m on may never be through
Sometimes I’m not sure what I should do
I just press on and see what shall become
I like what I see so I try to grab some.
Categories:
meshing, inspirational, introspection, life, water,
Form:
Narrative
fumes of
effervescence
mists of
exuberance
swirls
and sparks
clouds of
cosmos
tinges
of infinitude
universal
energy
fusing
bonding
meshing
inner strength
AP: 3rd place 2021
Submitted on April 2, 2020 for contest STRAND CHOICE Y sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
Originally posted on April 6, 2019
Categories:
meshing, inspirational, passion, strength, surreal,
Form:
Free verse
My lala mal flats is skinking like that
Shimmy, Jimmy, gimme some of that hat
We're fleshing and flexing, cheek to cheek
meshing, on do-own
Shimmy, little Jimmy will ya break a my heart?
My pushaloopa swish swash skirt
gonna twirl you, swirl you, send you out a this world
Shimmy, Jimmy, don't you walk out on me,
Lay me low, down, lay me easy as pie
Shimmy, little Jimmy, got you by the tip of my nail
Oooh, baby, snickle down by my side,
shake it up, shake it down, and well shimmy
Ah, Jimmy, we skip and twirl like a pair
Your so sply, full eye, so debonair
I flutter and flatter and take to the air.
Shimmy little Jimmy, we can dance out of here
go on for ever, sasashaying praying and snicking
faster than we care. Oooh, play it blue, play it cool
Gonna wind up around you, get you all hot,
Oooh, play it baby, shimmy and skinny and dance out of here.
Categories:
meshing, blue, dance, music, passion,
Form:
Free verse
"Dazzling Diamonds of Love"
precious love is a dazzling jewel reflecting in your eyes
whether it be godly glow or humanity's sweet guise
the effervescent essence continually flows
for love emits emotions caressing as it grows.
love is tasty as a fruit upon a blooming tree
sparkling in the golden Sun tempting teasingly
meshing a bond between lovers as God has crossed their paths
and starlight diamonds dwell within from first sight to epitaph.
the sequined melody that plays an enriched symphony
meets in crescendo as dreamy diamonds spread through family
discovering a diamond in just one pair of eyes
impossible ... for love invades in multiple surprise.
at night, as you are sleeping, dreaming of those who touch your life
who glimmer as precious gems and erase every strife
remember love is a free gift from both God and Earth
and diamonds in the rough will shine forever proving their worth.
*For Gail Doyle's A Diamond in your eyes contest.
*Oct. 2, 2012
Categories:
meshing, love, god, god, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Boat prows bobbing rhythm
fisherman meshing a net ~
sisters hair flowing.
Categories:
meshing, sister,
Form:
Haiku
Tiptoeing inside an entrance that held
unknown mysteries of a slain clan,
draped photographs flickered with
low-lit candelabras of Halloween eve.
I ran up the steps as my heels
cracked on through a nightfall's twirl ...
the moon quivering like a ghoul's shadow
while rotten windows banged!
And the door reeled of odor around walls,
sipping the pungent air that hindered
my echoes from squeaking heavily
among a pile of crushed leaves.
Interior bleakness brought more dread
as tendrils of red mould hanged on cobwebs
dripping like spurts of blood...alone,
I turned to leave: my skirt rushing away
from the ancient house and its eerie view.
Glancing at the ruined structure
from a distance, fallen grasses
seemed to blink: my disheveled hair
meshing on a ripped treat- o- trick basket
as I quickly escaped, panting
into the thick fog without a candle in the mist.
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Categories:
meshing, horror, house,
Form:
Free verse
Through this dangerous unknown, my body floats on
I am never alone in this chaos I have learned to ingest
You crush your art into my meteorite mortar
Meshing all the fragrances together in a sterile strength only you possess
You pour your crushed demeanor upon a misunderstood mind
Anonymous grievances that only translate into magnificence
You are the guardian of the galaxy
Guiding every wrong move into a reason to exist
Guiding even the lost into true meaning
Categories:
meshing, art, beauty, creation, deep,
Form:
Free verse
Future held such initial promise
But shallow dreams disintegrated
Coalescing into shallower reality
Despite my youth, pain cripples me to geriatric apathy
General interest long gone, death has become the single concern
A welcome embrace, a welcome friend
Tardiness is expected, as well as encouraged
Release me from these eternally shrinking walls
Allow the peons to continue their superficial pursuits
Never meshing well into the fold, I yearn simply for permanent isolation
There is not enough joy to justify the agony that life forever guarantees me
Nihilism and anger, desires for maniacal retribution, the only feelings I've ever known
Clouded over now by perpetual physical torment, my formerly hollow shell continues to exist without capacity for optimism
Yet without hate, there seems nothing left
Shall I forever be adrift?
Categories:
meshing, anger, angst, dark, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Four things come not back:
the spoken word; the sped arrow;
time past; the neglected opportunity.
Omar Ibn Al-Halif, Aphorism
___________________
On a beautiful Fall day- I went for a café,
pushing open the shop door, I bumped into a man,
pardon me, I said shyly (for he was quite handsome).
On my table I placed my café, my journal and pen,
ready to write a poem or two or perhaps an observation.
Then the "handsome" man is asking, may I join you?
Until that moment, I had not considered him relevant.
Inside, I was quivering with possibilities!
This turn of events could be a worthwhile opportunity,
if I let things progress in a timely manner.
Each word he said spoke to my ravished heart-
Star bright eyes, rosy cheeks, ruby lips, stepping stone words.
Such a smooth talker that I was soon quite smitten.
Everything about him was desirable and pleasant to me, so
reaching into that adventurous side of my personality, I
engaged in this mating dance-
Nothing can be thrown away, especially when it comes to love.
Do you believe in windows of opportunity? I do. And,
in time we were talking head to head quietly, two
people like-minded meshing into one entity, touching hands.
In life sometimes love can burn for just a moment, and be
taken by the wind in the next-
You must never, ever neglect a serendipity opportunity.
_____________________________
October 22, 2016
Quote with Acrostic
For the contest, Opportunities
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
First Place
Categories:
meshing, life, love, lust, passion,
Form:
Acrostic
Quaint town, orange sky and spitting roosters,
a trail of mosaic remembrances translates
into lavender hints of folks’ spiraled notes:
women balancing baskets of corn
strewn on the hips, a siege of fluted weeds
meshing with tropical winds along the lake...
being there, just there among ruined cathedrals
and flared umbrellas I cannot touch: I think
there is never an after… for cruising along
roads leading to papaya huts,
the numbered days wrap my flesh with a
repertoire of flora, sitting upon the magic of rapture;
amiably watching a madrigal of a fiesta…
the carriage of lifted chants rippling
on anointed elements of earth and fire.
Those blessed statues, these I cannot caress,
not even the letters in the museum
which tamed stars of centuries’ quest:
it can be cold just watching without holding.
My eyes swallow the moon
beautiful with some kind of soulful whiteness;
my own river of reverie tipsy. Misty.
For Silent One's Contest
Enter the Your best poem with metaphors
Categories:
meshing, introspection, time, travel,
Form:
Free verse