Best Mind Bending Poems
Licia, A Mysterious Mind
A mysterious mind
You often do find
Is cluttered with all kinds of clowns
In your ear they speak
Quite often with cheek
And tell of your ups and your downs
Driving you mad
By being so bad
But without them, where would you be?
Those voices you hear
Are your friends my dear
Though controlling them can be deadly
Wishing to tell
How they give you hell
The run around with their demands
Every now and then
They rule your pen
Just to prove you obey their commands
It isn’t as though
They say hello
They just barge in, take over the roost
Where they get their prose
Only heaven knows
But the soup gets its comedic boost
Bawdy they be
Extremely naughty
Yet they have the knack with the crowd
With their crazy antics
Mind bending tricks
The reader’s soon laughing out loud
So please let them stay
Don’t chase them away
For the loss will not only be yours
Live and let live
So sister forgive
Those voices that this world adores
Categories:
mind bending, humorous, little sister,
Form:
Rhyme
Astound me with visual auroras
swathes of rainbows in chorus
that leap across lofty skies
strange intriguing patterns that rise
iridescent visions of midnight forests.
Mind bending colors turn sinister
haunting hues no longer minister
I awaken from dystopian dreams
seeking solace from simple means
I bask inside sunlight’s perimeter.
Written on 3/17/2018
Categories:
mind bending, color, dream, light,
Form:
Rhyme
I was very young when, I first tasted it;
that sweet, milky nectar of the Gods.
One Easter morning it appeared in a basket,
on our piano bench and it was wrapped in shiny foil;
all colors of a pastel rainbow.
Tiny egg-balls, smelling like cocoa and sugar;
one looked the most beautiful blue,
I’d ever seen and it was larger than the rest so,
I bit into it first.
The revelation of such ecstasy, I had never before, experienced;
it melted across my young palate,
leaving a trail of succulence to, claim its’ path.
Divine bauble of confectionary delight; indeed it was,
It disappeared all too soon;
left me sucking the back of my front teeth and craving another of those mouth-watering adventures.
As I grew, I experienced unbounded insight into that world called…chocolate.
It seemed, some miracle cure for nearly any ailment from,
losing a softball game to the loss of a pet;
the mystery medicine took away every sadness.
I could have it cold or hot, frozen or liquid, with orange or raspberry filling in any shape or size.
That wondrous creation of confectionary bless, was everywhere!
Oh joy of joyous celebration;
I was in love and filled with,
elation for the sticky, gooey,
sweet, meditation-in-my-mouth.
Nothing in life can compare to its’ mind-bending aroma; I would bathe in it if I had enough, to do so.
I have shared it with so many; family, friends, pets with,
Never one complaint; fully convinced that it was the ultimate, sanity in a world gone mad.
The day that researchers proclaimed its’,
“medicinal value”; I celebrated with a semi-sweet toast to this, food of the gods; my ambrosia; never looking back.
Categories:
mind bending, appreciation, food, image, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Winter is a deadly companion to those of us
who stay behind. Spring is not guaranteed, only
a lonesome song, frozen on the lips of my
fellow crusaders.
The tip of the spear belongs to the "Ice Warrior"
Camouflaged under a dusting of snow, ink black
like the night or mind bending off sun glare,
always eager to send cars sailing and people
falling. I was one of the lucky ones...I fell
on ice and broke my arm.
I knew I would see Spring...first paying a
painful
toll. Political insanity mostly fills the front
page in Winter, the truth of those lost forever
to its treachery only whispered in the "B"
section.
Those of us who survive for one more Spring
and Summer bare a different attitude than our
fellow snow birds.
You'll see us standing alone among forest
wildflowers...or sitting quietly on a dolomite
boulder overlooking Lake Superior.
Oblivious to all but our grateful senses,
humbled
by
our
fragile
existence.
Minnesota Winter 2017
Categories:
mind bending, seasons,
Form:
Prose
spinning wheel.
round, round.
hypnotizing.
never ending.
your mind bending.
spinning.
the wool turns to yarn.
from big to small.
transforming.
circles over circles
moving.
stand still.
spinning wheel.
simple minded.
complicated.
igneous.
calm the mind.
work the fingers.
smooth thread.
rough ramouillet.
round, round.
spinning wheel.
Categories:
mind bending, visionary
Form:
Free verse
Strange, yet a reality none the less:
the oppressed destroying themselves
for the sake of the oppressor.
The battle of creatures of the sea
has now become that of the humanity
of the conquered land. A bizarre misguided
catharsis born out of guided mind bending
of victims killing selves for the sake
of molded daily bread of the oppressor.
The dehumanizing of common human bond
etched into souls by Middle Passage bondage
and stitched into long landed psyche, has
yet to be extricated from psychological slave mentality.
Its debasing scraping—like the depths of the sea—continues
to run deep and wide as the long ago Passage.
The sea that spat upon the shores of a strange land,
swallowed the anchors of satanic ships laden
with remnants of the booty of their sooty cargo;
a sooty cargo whose songs made no sense in a strange land.
Shackles may be broken and fall clanging from their physical
grasping; but minds may remain invisibly chained—unaware.
In nature, the causes of demise often remain unseen—veiled.
And liberation becomes a misconceived deception; seasoned
by the salt of the sea—rather than burning with freedom’s fire!
America, a deception in disguise, has revealed herself in reality;
but like Iago’s ego, the true self remains among the unknown.
Yet she rings the bell of justice till it cracks—stilling its silent tongue;
and in veiled blindness hang scales to seek their own balance.
They stripped the heaven-ward pole of its clothing;
but the colors remain in altered stripes and stars—
flushing a noose-like wave in smoke filled skies reeking
with the murderous smell of spiraling gun powder residue
lingering in air as they echo purity while simultaneously
orating mass hued skin perdition.
Though we are of the same seed of our brother, Othello,
we shall not let this adopted land ‘…roast in sulphur…’
nor be washed ‘…in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire.’
Nay. We are of the soul of the phoenix—
rising black doves roosting—plucking feathers of injustice
from the bleeding breast of a forgiven nation.
Categories:
mind bending, allegory, analogy, black african
Form:
Prose Poetry
I rolled my finger around in my cheeks
it was some kind of liquid
deliver there by a unseen evil dirty needle
I should have freaked the hell out
but I was in mind bending shock
definitely destroyed
saying to myself
don't be destroyed, don't be destroyed
DON'T BE DESTROYED
do your crying on the inside
be in devastation quite quietly
don't let them hear you cry
well that may be to late
the cheek puddle get smaller and smaller
each day, but I can still see the needle marks
and the left side of my face is swollen like
like i have a sugary premature cavity
when did this take place i can not say
where did this happen i so do not, not know
only want it to stop, and if not
then just to warn the young...
Categories:
mind bending, abuse, bullying, celebrity, corruption,
Form:
Bio
Woke up with this on my mind
Was not very well designed
But still God was kind.
By golly and goodness sake
Was flatter then a pancake
Her eyes wide awake.
Also much to my surprise
Was then I did realize
Her dark hair she dyes.
As long as she lived still did
Period to period
After being kid.
Myself was not a tipster
She had been a great snipster
Cut hair of sister.
Break up we never will do
Even if it was hard to
Gray hair on head grew.
Being failure and a flop
No longer cream of crop
Off my hair did lop.
How is that for an ending?
Appearing to be mind-bending
I was intending.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
mind bending, hilarious,
Form:
Haiku
As a result of their pleasure
I had to be born as their treasure
Young and well raised
Loved and praised
Little did I know I was in a classroom
That was never ending
Always mind-bending
Everyday faced new lessons
Harsh........ Pleasant
But all in all it was my teachers duty
To plan my life timetable
Trying to make me stable
Sober in mind
Inorder to be kind
As my age escalated
I became curious and elated
I had a taste of Eve's species
And understood the treacherous nature of our
fusion
All through in my confusion
My teacher looked and watched
As I licked my wounds of betrayal in pain
More of shame
I then fell in love with a plant
I know, it sounds like a rant
But I was trying to be a truant
To avoid this lesson
Only to realise reality is too real
Noone seemed to understand me.....
Hey! I wasn't created to be understood
Noone seemed to care.....
The only care I know comes from above
I wondered if everyone else was in my class
What could they pass?
How could they pass?
Because my teacher is different
More of a radical
Somewhat comical!
I always begged for a day off
But I was told I cant miss even a day in this
school
Unless I die
Which I did not want to try
I never received academic honours
Yet in my soul the knowledge is immense
Ahaaar! Intense
I did not covet other teachers
Because mine was given till death do us part
Today I choose this path
Because a path I was shown
Drawn from both good and bad
But glad to have reached this far
To stir good always
To be a star in reality of life
It is weird because
I have never seen my teacher
I have never touched
All I do is fall in the hands
And face its demands
But this teachings I feel
All I do is kneel
In my own resilience
I had a calling from experience
Best teacher!
Categories:
mind bending, appreciation,
Form:
Verse
There was an old lawyer named Ruth
Who didn't mind bending the truth.
No scoundrel too bad,
If money he had.
He'd have pled self defense for Wilkes Booth.
For Carolyn's
lawyer limerick Tied for no. 1
Categories:
mind bending, funny
Form:
Limerick
The Jihadi’s got an entire hour to kill
Hundreds of helpless patrons shocked and awed
An eon of murderous rage until
The long awaited reward from his “god”
Like schools, this Orlando bar predictably
Missing the one thing mass shootings lack
It’s no longer much of a gallery
When the intended sitting ducks shoot back
Ideology of disarmament
To some people, a feather in their caps
Yet it's to your eternal detriment
If mind-bending hatred falls in your laps
Hamstrung by their protocols, by and large
Officers stuck on perimeter, of course
No matter how they may want to charge
They are the police, not Delta Force
For a solution, this nation divided
Starkly different views on reality
The most effective measure derided
In its place, a plea to authority
When it goes down like this in disarmed France
To me it’s just as clear as a crystal
If innocent lives are to have a chance
Hear the message of the Pink Pistols
Brave by any measure to come out twice
First gay, then pro armed defense
Their deepest truths, no human price
Unwilling to appease or ride the fence
Helplessness has never stopped a rampage
There’s no reason to think it ever will
Only equal force can stop the carnage
When evil men have decided to kill
6/13/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
Categories:
mind bending, america, humanity, violence,
Form:
Quatrain
"There are things known and things
unknown and in between are the Doors."
Quote by Jim Morrison, Lead singer of the Doors
(American singer, songwriter and poet)
____________________
Jim Morrison, lived a melancholy short life brilliant,
he left us suddenly and is still loved to this very day;
he was the lead vocalist for the rock band The Doors,
oh, they created magical music with amazing instrumentals.
And always, always the haunting beautiful voice of Jim Morrison . . .
He was only twenty-seven when taken and his father had inscribed,
on his headstone- True to his own Spirit- in Greek, how fitting;
still there is a constant shower of flowers at his grave site.
in Pere Lachaise Cemetery, Paris France and visitors still gather round.
The life of a rock star is chaotic, mind-bending and outlandish,
and stressed- Jim left us with notebooks full of his poetic words;
and The Doors most beloved song ever- Riders On The Storm,
so beautifully haunting and soothing although truthfully dark.
Rest in peace, Jim Morrison, thrown into this world and,
taken from it way too soon . . . and missed forever.
John 14: 2 "In my Father's house are many mansions; if it were not so,
I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you."
___________________________
April 23, 2019
Poetry/Elegy/Rider On The Storm
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1136-969-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Writer's On The Storm
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
First Place
Categories:
mind bending, death,
Form:
Elegy
Hello, Skeptical Mind Controlled
I dance in the pale moon light
under the devils nine delights
he watch's me play without a care
under the technical deceit of mind bending needled wear
You many be a skeptic
so the devil laughs
but he will put your blind at easy
no need, to pay (PRAY) to God
you have already prayed (PAYED) to me
without your consent
i have place a many of agents
to pump your den with many unscented things
called incapacitating agents
OH! do not think i do this just for fun
this physiological warfare
is a means, to a money making end
to which your hole (WHOLE) family
can join the hell on in
you look so at peace when, your at sleep
and my minions sing chloroformed lyrics to your many of dreams
then your heart is mind (MINE) and i control you
so what the first thing i will make you do!
Categories:
mind bending, black african american, education,
Form:
Like dawn in heat
I am already slave to your loins
our impending collision
the meeting of body and mind
immanent
A gentle run of tongue
shimmers parched rims,
lost fingers are confused
with buttons and holes
Slowly fabrics are rent
falling to retire in shreds
letting shadow and light
rest on the fusing of our skin
The rod of your desire
is arched to my wetness
as buds tip your lips
my mouth parts
descending to my knees
your shaft slides down my cheek
discovering my mouth...
and the guttural sound of sin
A moving campaign
of desire, mind bending waves
traveled all the rooms with a view
unbridled hands, roamed
without thought of destiny
The whole of your intent
is rapaciously introduced to heaven
overwhelmed and conquered
I am now a lost continent
awaiting your next expedition
And suspended in
a pure vacuum of ecstasy
so exquisite it rests on my soul
I am imprinted for all time
... through the window
an icy breeze dimples my skin
and I lay in amber light
humming...
Categories:
mind bending, love, lust, passion,
Form:
Free verse
She stood motionless in ragged habiliments,
her raven filaments were cruddy and matted,
she was charismatic, but not alluring,
she was inconsiderable ,quite scanty,
her humble abode was to us, just a hovel,
then uninfluenced she started to sing,
sounds from that little girl were magical,
her voice sent unbelievable transmissions to my brain,
illusional visions that appeared in my head,
serenity, the pleasure, so overwhelming,
Images circulating through my spiritual structure,
sounds from that child was mind bending,
I was held motionless by her vocal illusion,
no one surely could turn what we were seeing,
Devastation into the most pleasurable place on earth,
This had to be magic, but undeniably the best magic..
11/16/2016.
Categories:
mind bending, appreciation, blessing, emotions, hope,
Form:
Free verse