Best Murky Poems
The waves crushing her tiny body with striking blows
White creamy wash caresses her golden skin as the wave slows
Moving sluggishly towards the horizon
Because of a recurring vision she hopes she’ll arise in
Her feet digging deep into the sand as it sinks between her toes
Emersed, with arms folded she prepares and off she goes
The cool oceans breeze kisses her beet-red cheeks
It knows what she’s come for and what she seeks
Sunshine drips onto coppery auburn locks shimmering, it lifts
A pale honey-wheat straw sunhat spins away and drifts
Almost completely submerged in salty brazen waters
Compelled at this point with the nauticus mythic plotters
Shut against blaring sunrays are her deep emerald eyes
Her sunburnt face gazing up at vanilla skys
She meditates on what had before appeared, a glimpse
Of the siren with long flowing raven hair and other nymphs
Teeth chattering to tapping sounds like wooden castanets do
Contain her trembling lips she can’t, they turn purplish merlot-blue
Shaking from an Autumn’s cold spell, she imagines she’s a mermaid
But diving in opaque murky silt wasn’t what she had expected
Her bare flesh emerging from impure poisonous rot of green
Blood red ripples dripping from the clouds that are unseen
Neither she nor the fierce Cyrene, Apollos wife the naiad should dread
Numbing overcomes her at last she hears the siren singing in her head
Paralyzing fragments of her hallucination now bestow
A gifted sacrifice her (secret thoughts) needed for soothing waves to flow
In the distance a cranberry sun sets, now streaks of pink implores
A darkened blue-green sea, maroon and sapphire shores
A beautiful mermaid appears and thanks her for her secret thought
That only love for the deep blue sea (the ocean is life) and to all this be taught
This murky water you must tread
The many days you have come to dread
Will only last for a time
Hold firm to your faith and hope in God
Tomorrow brings a new day
The sun will arise the wind will blow
Whichever way it will
Stand strong in faith and have no fear
He has been to your future my dear
To my PS Family members going through a rough time! God bless you and give you peace!
bluesy blurbs
of
brumal
blackness
its
crawling
clasps
of
silvery
gnawing
below
shriveled
shades
of
oxidized
&
deep
haze
immure
&
wait
awakening
cold winter
warm soul
&
henceforth
will hear
pearly
chants
from
Birdie
Green
with neon
embers
swirling
fractals
of
gemmed
hues
in
spirit
for
soft
knock
of
spring
on
frozen
shell
of
withered
dreams
Written: January 15, 2023
3rd place contest winner
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Brian Strand Contest No 1170 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Raindrops splash against the glass,
with a pitter-patter sound.
And the storm is slow to pass
while the rain pummels the ground—
where muddy puddles abound.
Thunder clouds, purple and gray,
roll across a murky sky.
And on this dank, dreary day,
dejected birds will not fly—
hesitant to even try.
Shadows pool in silhouette,
shading colors starved of light.
And everything is all wet—
giving the wind its sharp bite,
as a sad sun slinks from sight.
I struggle to shake the blues
and keep the doldrums at bay.
For my melancholy muse
is not in the mood to play—
on such a depressing day.
Lotus flowers grow from black mud.
This is what Aaro sees,
standing at the edge of a
pond full of lotuses in the garden.
Beauty rises from darkness.
Pink petals open above murky water,
green leaves spread
like hands on the surface.
The roots know secrets
the flowers will never tell,
how strength comes from
places without light or colour.
What was buried
finds its way to light.
What seemed lost
becomes beautiful.
The garden speaks,
in whispers:
Every flower was once
a seed in the dark.
Aaro watches and learns.
Her joy blooms.
blue moon weeps softly
tear drops emerge with passion
challenging omens
Could it be I’m using the wrong bait?
Perhaps what I need is more “a-lure”
To attract and win the perfect mate
My heart stays open, intentions pure
Perhaps what I need is more “a-lure”
I cast my line; only sharks biting
My heart stays open, intentions pure
Swarming in schools; all uninviting
I cast my line; only sharks are biting
Angel fish elude; clown fish giggle
Swarming in schools; all uninviting
I try new bait; nary a nibble
Angel fish elude; clown fish giggle
Barracudas chase dream fish away
I try new bait; nary a nibble
Life swims past as my hair fades to gray
Barracudas chase dream fish away
Murky Water; the future’s unclear
Life swims past as my hair fades to gray
My pulse quickens as sunset draws near
Murky Water; the future's unclear
Would it require a full makeover?
My pulse quickens as sunset draws near
Life sets limits on our do-overs
Would it require a full makeover
To attract and win the perfect mate?
Life sets limits on our do-overs
Could it be I’m using the wrong bait?
For Jared’s contest: “The Pantoum”
* Had to revise to adhere to this form.
My creeping beeping peeping Tomlin Murky
Sent his ballsy brethren Beetles bumpy bun
All looked at him an ass in haste post chaise Oh
Bunny sunny money nanny all Tom loves
Gentle Timmy tricky tootle off to none
Happy sappy Beetle Tomlin's job is done
Beetle poet makes his journey million years hence
Thank you Tomlin thank you Timmy thank you all.
The skies in my corner of the world are murky and gray,
Not leaving me much to write about in a very bright way,
Spring is still here but hidden under a lurking form of dark,
But flowers are underneath with a light little spark.
For darkness can not conquer any form of brilliant light,
God comes shining through and slays that type of night,
I hold on to him in much prayer for the action I will do,
He said through holy spirit " I will seek the revenge for you"
He whispered "send that letter, send that mail for me"
I wish to do something so you can finally be happy and free
My heart lay in a murky room
Unseen and unheeded
Motionless and bleeding
Yearning for when it shall meet
Its twin,
In the guise of a flame!
Then, while it slumbered
It was whispered of love
And it started beating ecstatically
Knowing that somehow
The curtains hiding it
Will get drawn,
And its windows will be opened
Allowing scattered dandelions
To fly in
And to surround it
While singing songs in ode
To the powerful angels
While it shall burn
In its own twin flame!
But it expected not to meet
With disgust and disdain
It expected not to be spat on
Or to thrown in thrash
It expected not
That love,
As it has dreamt of it,
Would hate it
As if it were an infectious disease!
Hurt,
It has now retreated back
To its own murky room,
With the lights switched off
And the curtains well drawn
As,
If love be repulsive
Then better it is
To avoid it!
It minds not its loneliness
As it knows
That it shall create memories
In the guise of dark and brooding
Poems that it shall leave here
Someday
When the skies shall deem it
That it be its time
To ascend towards them!
Written on 21st Dec 2020
Carrying disturbing
rubbish
from polluted hands
River still singing
Life
still running strong
but as insults given
by bystanders on the shore
is the vomit
of our carelessness.
© All rights reserved. Author Marcela Villar M. 2014
Tranquil sea of murky green
Covers a life unseen
A family of fish sway the murky depths
Making their presence known
With ripples on the surface
Murky water
But also the purest
For the life of fish unseen
Murky green
Of leaves hanging over head
Luscious green is the lawn
Under a sea of red
Red tulips
Surround me at my hips
As i rest beside the nature
Made of mostly green
Hiding more nature
Life that isn't often seen.
22/03/15
After a long drought, it started to rain.
Breaking the spell on the parched plain
Rainfall fell steadily at the begin.
Quenching the land and everything within.
Many hours later of continuous rain
Torrents of water swallowed the arid terrain.
Debris and buildings quickly swept through
People and animals lost their lives too.
Hearing her screams over the roar of the thunder.
A child swept by the current but kept going under.
He was the first to step into the murky water.
Against all the odds began swimming towards her.
The water was fierce, angry and raging.
Not thinking twice about the risk, he was taking.
With God by his side and his adrenalin high
To save this child's life, he knew he could die.
Battling against high-powered energy source
Pieces of debris kept knocking him off course
Mouthfuls of grimy water began filling his lungs.
Spluttering and fighting determined not to succumb.
He thought he was near, but she was not there.
At that moment he was filled with fear and despair.
Suddenly she appeared, as if God raised his hand.
Quickly he grabbed her and swam back to safe land.
His name he never gave or ever did mention
He quietly left not wanting any attention.
Tales of a hero who stepped into rapid murky water
Whose bravery saved the life of someone's young daughter.
Written 25.07.22
One in Five 2 Poetry Contest
Phrase Number 1 He was the first to step into the murky water
Sponser Joseph May
Finding solace in the shadows,
Eyes burning from the day's glaring glow,
Looking inside for the flickering flame,
searching deep for something without a name,
Lost in darkness, the abyss taunting,
Clear thinking replaced by relentless wanting,
A voice in the distance, a whisper on the wind,
Insanity on the outside a manifestation of within,
Sinking deeper into the mire,
Clawing at the walls, reaching an inch higher,
Arms grow weary, breathing slows,
Into my lungs the murky flows.
Reflections in murky waters is never clear
Kind of like ones fear
Not sure what you really see
In all the possibilities that be
Imagination takes flight
This can't be right
It fills in the blank with the thoughts of the worse kind
It's goal is to cloud the mind
Make you unsure
Truth becomes a blur
Darkens all you see
Hard to break free
Fear of the unknown
Think hope has flown
You must be strong
I'm not wrong
Fear
Is always near
Believe in you
This you can do
Buried so deep
From all the times you did weep
Slowly building inside
Like the emotional tide
Let it over you sweep
Take this leap
Believe in you
I speak true
Fear is all in the mind
And this you'll find
If you don't give in to Fear
Murky waters tend to clear