Best Miscible Poems
Tributaries of thought become rivers
which run deep...and slowly;
rapid...and passionately,
until their confluence becomes
one infinitely miscible flow
--dynamic, yet less mercurial,
because their width and depth
are too immense to easily
dilute
Categories:
miscible, life,
Form:
Free verse
Perpetually persistent, the sea will polish
its ragged rim - stone, no greater foe
than bone or shell, time makes all the same,
all to sand and then to dust.
My mind, intoxicated by horizon's edge,
a visual vixen, while the surf beguiles -
pulsing hypnotically.
A love, a passion that can never be owned,
always shared, and happily.
Space where predetermined fates become
infinitely miscible with all that has been -
all that will be. Here, where life
crept from water's womb,
I'm beckoned again and again
to revel on its shores.
Categories:
miscible, life,
Form:
Free verse
Love & Hate
By: Tom
8/15/2019
Tanka
Like Oil and Water,
Love and Hate aren’t miscible.
We must understand,
If hate decides to move in,
Love will be quick to depart.
Categories:
miscible, hate, love,
Form:
Tanka
Written: December 02, 2023
Quote "Without birth and death, and without the perpetual transmutation of all the forms of life, the world would be static, rhythm-less, undancing, mummified." Alan Watts
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“we woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn
nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love concurred”
I deploy discursive divine depiction as a guide.
A gateway to Genesis, where it takes its side.
Unbridled and untamed, my voice may rise.
I pursued knowledge out of pure surprise.
Low-frequency vibes induce a shift in shape.
Scarcity leads to transmutation, of spare scape.
Alchemists transmute leads to sacred gold.
Metal sheds its genius luster in the kiln hold.
I waltz freely with doom in the gloom.
I inhale oxygen to marvel at life's bloom.
I endure steps yet disappear in the dream.
Structure is unaffected by the skill stream.
Love is my soul—my reason for existence.
Living in lavish love is a lifelong vow of diligence.
A mind, weaved with such insight, was so warm.
I flaunt my firm frame in this fabulous form.
When you are feeling opulent and egotistical.
Those who are dominant were miscible.
Departure might induce an unfillable hole.
Descry a suitable way to purify your soul.
There are ecstatic and tragic days, love and hate.
No matter how tough we strive, this will be our fate.
Note how sporadic and fleeting life is; spot the stride.
Our days of tribulation bruised our noble pride!
Rather than succumbing to hatred and rage.
Turning negative into a rising trend of assuage
Let trust and troth tackle tricks and malicious
Such a restrained demeanor is truly auspicious.
Within, most consensus spans are wide.
It's all whim; scatter love and watch it glide.
Trust your scintilla—trek to the boundless sea.
We may all profit from sowing wisdom trees.
Conquered the most-dubbed landmass on Earth.
And yearning to discover raw levels of worth!
Death, then delirious with deceit, drove his life.
A wicked beast embedded himself in strife!
A susurrus sparkle to the shimmering love.
Enhances adieu strut below the moon above.
Breeze says, "Love on, my dear, and dance."
Across the trees, a gentle man's glance.
Categories:
miscible, analogy, angst, appreciation, bereavement,
Form:
Rhyme
If really, you are an angel
I do not understand !
Why an angel should murder -
Another blessed Angel
I don't know why you had to abort
Because to abort is to kill
You are a murderer
Shed no tears- lest it be miscible
With the Innocent blood you shed
You killed your own son, before birth
what greater sin have heaven harboured ?
You called him a mistake
To have competed amidst a million for earthly path
The one you harboured and murdered
The innocent one, you stole to lose
From heaven, beyond
Categories:
miscible, abuse, birth,
Form:
Free verse
Yaw ad! Yaw ad! Yaw ad! - Yaw Ad
— the felt shot of your toxic mind
as blowout around by finished wine —
in evolution lift lipping been voicing
overly anew tweed is addiction
At phases are of Valentine’s Day.
Yaw ad! Yaw ad! Yaw ad! - Yaw Ad
— your setting to offer one field
of trust precious present in any choice
in deeply refraction of liquor smell
and breezing-breathes mean it off talk —
two foul had owned your heart
edge at nearness around by
up bench stopped when we were sitting —
and ten fouls will you figure own
by an entire bench-day stop ...
We set plans to be sitting again!
Yaw ad! Yaw ad! Yaw ad! - Yaw Ad
— the pious reactor’s iris of redness eyes
in near highly away concept to me
upcoming of miscible to myself
the miss-rose by Valentine’s Day
And fail goals, the poses of smiles.
Categories:
miscible, confusion, funny, imagination,
Form:
Lyric
Between us no line exists-
sans demarcation of where you end
and I begin.
Your lips caress my neck
sinking through flesh
to converge with spine –
no boundaries.
We together are miscible,
at all levels
melting into each other,
in any and all proportions-
alike.
Distinct personalities,
molten from heated emotions,
meld to form
alloys of incredible strength,
durability –
last forever.
Transparent thoughts
creatively intertwine-
commingle.
Juxtaposed bodies ,
bring into existence
liquifed love,
passion flowing-
together the epitome,
perfection.
Simply complete –
we are one.
Categories:
miscible, devotion, happiness, love, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Love Unlimited(Monorhyme)
Your love for me is like a positive addiction,
which attracts my being with strong fusion.
Many have said I should thread this path with caution,
but I prefer to continue to swim in this portion.
You came into my world to lubricate it with lotion,
which removes the twisted rusty friction.
I long for miscible emulsion full of emotion,
which you gave freely with strong passion.
Your parents wanted a rich man with influential caption,
Friends have tried to dissuade you from this union,
But your affection flows like milk out of zion.
Mother forbade me to mingle for your crude fashion,
Your kind and naive nature gave me a different notion.
Though you battle with cancer,my love is not fiction,
I will be beside you to kick against medical allusion,
Leaving you without comfort is not an option.
Releasing you for HIM-Mr.Death is an illusion.
I will try,I will strive-my love is without limitation
9-28-2011.
*dedicated to all cancer patients*-There is still hope.
Categories:
miscible, cancer, love, me, passion,
Form:
Monorhyme
Written: June 25, 2023
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Purple facets appear by the cease of the day.
As the painter stroke of dusk paints the sky.
There is only one star that makes a return.
Its bright light was a soothing tune to discern.
The moon thin crescent is visible.
The nighttime clouds were miscible
Akin to the deft brushwork of a painter.
Building of divine splendor acquaint her
Clouds dancing with grace and delight,
In the tapestry of the evening,
As if whispering secrets untold,
Their movements are so enchanting.
Sitting atop lookout road,
A poet begins to compose,
With pen and paper in hand,
The journey of words unfolds.
Ink-stained echoes cram the page,
Each line is a story, a dream,
A symphony of emotions,
From the depths of the poet's soul, it seems.
Words transcend boundaries,
Of time and space they roam,
Carrying the poet's essence,
To places, they call home.
Categories:
miscible, beauty, introspection, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: June 25, 2023
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Purple facets appear by the cease of the day.
As the painter stroke of dusk paints the sky.
There is only one star that makes a return.
Its bright light was a soothing tune to discern.
The moon thin crescent is visible.
The nighttime clouds were miscible
Akin to the deft brushwork of a painter.
Building of divine splendor acquaint her
Clouds dancing with grace and delight,
In the tapestry of the evening,
As if whispering secrets untold,
Their movements are so enchanting.
Sitting atop lookout road,
A poet begins to compose,
With pen and paper in hand,
The journey of words unfolds.
Ink-stained echoes cram the page,
Each line is a story, a dream,
A symphony of emotions,
From the depths of the poet's soul, it seems.
Words transcend boundaries,
Of time and space they roam,
Carrying the poet's essence,
To places, they call home.
Categories:
miscible, beauty, introspection, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
It was tropical night,
hot humid and wet,
They were all here,
buzzing now here now there,
they had a method,
by which they sucked blood,
they would go in a flight,
path of which was out of human sight,
they would fly against miscible background,
now straight and now round,
they would land carefully on the unwary,
behind ears lobes ,on the neck,
arm elbows and toes,
all I could not understand,
why they made an intense buzzing sound,
just before landing down,
perhaps it was their war cry,
and they were challenging human victim ,
that we can take you on,
though all landing strips were out of reach,
of a crushing swat,
and that probably made for their screech and voice,
once settled they would sink in probe,
and suck in belly,
human blood,
now that human was had,
the mosquito was more than glad,
it would free itself and fly to incubate,
but I have not seen any creature,
that takes so much risk,
and gets killed often,
because of the thing they just ate.
Categories:
miscible, inspirational, life, philosophy, ,
Form:
Free verse
Lay me down in a field of barbed wire,
I’ll fulfill your noxious fantasy;
It is mine too;
Let the messenger speak,
The broken arrows on your letter
I assure you were received;
Now lay me down;
Pierce me the way you want to;
Let the scratches bleed me;
Mingling with our scarlet telepathy
desire marries us by blood oath;
Forever miscible;
Let your latent paroxysm indulge,
I assure you it’s rough healing;
Meant to rupture false rapture;
Lay me not onto petals
but barbed wire, this is noxious;
Your message is my fantasy too.
Categories:
miscible, emotions, feelings, lust,
Form:
Free verse
My mind is electric and my heart hums
I am backwards but I like it because you always love me more when I am something broken for you to fix
I take apart my bones so you can slot them back together and pat yourself on the back
I am never quite the same after you leave your bloody fingerprints upon my organs
I am suspended and you think I’m falling but I’m flying but you want to catch me so I let myself go
I sacrifice everything for you so you can feel like I need you
(I don’t need you, I just want you.)
Together we are a beautiful nothing
I fly toward the sun with you so we can fall together and you can breathe air back into my deflated lungs
You anchor me and I pretend as though I don’t want to fly away
I wait for us to dissolve together, I pretend to be nonpolar so we are miscible
Dig your nails into my skin, hold my DNA beneath your keratin claws
Leave everyone behind and keep me forever
Categories:
miscible, angst, devotion, emotions, love,
Form:
Free verse