Best Oddquain Poems
He
is so bald
he misplaced his hat
curses up a storm, he does
miffed.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Mar.17/2007
Tear
into me,
mold with your scratches;
Carve away all the excess;
Sculpt,
reshape the left over bits;
Take heed with matches;
My crux chokes
air.
Drops
now appear never ending;
Nimbostratus sky,
next level
splash.
Soft
naked skin,
a sunburned canvas
displaying colorful art;
Trace,
outline the rest of the sleeve;
Decorate my heart
but leave no
scars.
Blood
sunshine bite
lighting up the dark;
Sweet tangerine temptations;
Raw;
Let the juice drip from your lips;
Uninhibited
appetite
fierce.
Grey
far and wide;
Many distinct shades,
the same as the thrashing sea;
Blue
swirls from warm to a harsh chill
above and below;
lush sea foam
hue.
Care?
I used to;
Until you screwed me;
Took advantage of my heart;
Sore,
Mad;
Red conquers blue every time;
The mix? You forgot;
Amethyst
bones.
Howl;
I’m throbbing
blanket of stillness;
It’s too loud to hear the scream;
Wail,
stranded obscenely inside;
Fiercely constricted
by my thoughts
shrill.
Waves
softly break,
when silence sings loud
the ocean regenerates
me;
Sand,
when the sky kisses the sea
reality’s scratch
tastes just like
brine.
Plates
get broken;
Sometimes hearts do too,
shattering into pieces;
Feel;
Heal;
Sometimes faces leave traces;
Accept the fixed scars;
Choice earmarked
parts.
Flies
buzz inside
laying waste within;
If I had sewed their mouth shut?
Clean;
A soapy bar would be safe
never touching teeth;
Falsehoods breed
dirt.
A
substantial
direction just calls;
Sitting undeniable
not
bored;
You just listen to your heart
beating like a drum;
Destiny
tempts.
Own
my pleasure,
claim it for yourself;
In a million little ways;
Taste
my inhibition falling
like clothes to the floor;
Swallow me
down.
Nope,
not ever;
You can’t dress up cats;
Schemers never need a mask;
Tail,
Eyes,
always wearing a disguise;
Fiendish grin warns you
costumes get
scratched.
Falls
off the branch
twisting in midair;
end of a season of life.
Down,
down,
adjusts and sticks the landing;
still eight more to go.
Nonchalant,
leaves.
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Oddquain and reverse: 1/3/5/7/1, 1/7/5/3/1