Best Ooze Out Poems
Some of us are secretive at first. We hide our poetry’s soul self,
gently letting her peep out; sometimes regretting it immediately.
Fearful of critiques from people who do not understand that poetry
is something we are compelled and born to do with our feelings.
Your diary entries may form themselves into goodness or badness
before you realize your calling as a poet.
Truths shockingly ooze out, surprising you.
Feelings creep out onto a page, in loud angry letters,
or romantic feelings daintily brush onto a crisp lined page
in the form of sweetness and light.
You are a word player, because you cannot
stop this obsession, but it does not define you.
This poetry gig is but a glimmer of a glimpse of yourself.
You might be a caregiver, or a wonderful friend.
People who count on your smile every day may not realize
you have a love affair with words, and an obsession to write them.
We are each a unique jewel, mined from God’s mind.
Poetry may initiate a whisper of a tiny facet of ourselves,
but our secrets are safe. We not merely poets. We are lovers
of life, and words. Most importantly, we remain gloriously hidden
and unknown to most.
Written 12-20-18 Contest: You Are Not Defined by Poetry
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Categories:
ooze out, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Friday is the day to let out your hair
To unleash your freak, to dance without care
Friday is the day to look forward to five
To unbraid your mind, to increase your “alive”.
Friday is the day to dance in the street
To laugh with your friends, to be your best freak
Friday is the day to make yourself into a whirling treat.
To be yourself totally, to unleash your adventurous streak.
Friday, Friday, Friday, Friday, why can’t you be every day my friend?
The joy would ooze out of us, it might overtake us and never end.
But then would we love it as much as we do right now?
Get out of my way, and I will show you how….
To make every day feel like a tiny bit of Friday.
It is easy to do. Just follow your heart and play.
Categories:
ooze out, day,
Form:
Rhyme
"Join hands to sweep clean of all dirt and preserve the pristine beauty of Nature to enhance the quality of living. If not, fear her lashing us black and blue"
-by poet
Nature, you are God’s lovely creation,
Dressed in grandeur, decked in regal beauty
You give us much scope for recreation,
Preserving your grace becomes our duty
Poets chant and sing in honor of you,
Sages withdraw to your silence serene,
Beasts and birds have found you as their sweet home,
Men find their sustenance and thrive on you,
Dales and hills – add to your bright sheen
The sky with its stars form your golden dome
Dark forests and running brooks lend you charm,
Deep Ravines spell your profound mystery.
It’s our duty to save you from all harm
Sometimes you baffle with your trickery
Always kind you are, yet some brutish men,
Dismally assault you, they maim and mar,
They suck your life sap – they leave you dry,
They keep on committing sin after sin
Your beautiful frame, to pieces they tear
With their selfish acts, badly mortify
You were once so temptingly beautiful
You could amaze and take our breath away
Looked so elegant, lovely and graceful
In scenic beauty, you could proudly sway
You were Princess of royal lineage
Been decked in brilliantly colorful shade
But your thankless children carelessly spread
Toxic fumes, carbon and dirty garbage
And all your wealth they callously invade
They will ooze out your blood and cast you dead!
May.4.2022
Form O-Ode- New Poems Poetry Contest
Topic... Nature
Syllable Count-10 per line
Sponsor- Constance La France
Categories:
ooze out, abuse, beauty, home, nature,
Form:
Ode
I call out your name from hilltops and lofty mounts.
But I get no response, not even an echo return.
Once our laughter pulsated through crannies and crevices
And along seastrands with the sibilance of waves and the roar of billows.
When we paced hand in hand with a single song at heart against time and tide,
Every word and every syllable you uttered echoed with a love so true,
Creating sweet reverberations in my heart and sending me to raptures.
I don’t know when was it that the whirlwind came sweeping along
Scarring us by lightning as a flash of fury followed by deadly thunder
And crushed the delicate petals of our blossoming love.
I am plagued with longings and memories come crowding in my mind
Tears ooze out from the wide stretch and corners of my misty eyes.
I, then call out your name with all my might in thundering voice,
As the drowning man clutches at the straw, as the last desperate attempt.
But I get no response and no echo returns to my utter disillusionment.
However, in a mystical way, I get perennially connected
To your life’s light and darkness and your heart’s mute language.
Though no echo returns, in my heart your voice lingers for ever,
Chanting love’s sweet refrains and staying as a bitter sweet reminder.
I often get blended with your scent which stands out and makes me giddy
Among a plethora of so many other less intoxicating fragrances.
Now I wander through the empty corridors of my life
Again, and again calling out your name, but no echo,
R….E…..T…..U…..R…..N....S!
Categories:
ooze out, anxiety, love, pain,
Form:
Free verse
I was up all night, to pray that, this isn't some sort of payback
Even after letting these years pass, I'm still holding my tears back
Because all these feelings that I have, got me feeling, like I'm feeling kind of sad
Every night, I'm in the same dream, and I know I have to leave
And I know this may mean, I'll wake with a cry of sorrow, and a mad scream
Because the dream was about you and me, and I know this may seem
That I haven't drawn the line, and cut at the seam
But I'm quite keen to say, the dreams help me breathe
When I wake, I think of the stars passed my ceiling
I'm concealed and conceded to what I'm still feeling
Because to me baby your were something special
Cause lady I'd drop everything, and not look at my schedule
A feeling so sentimental, You'd settle my life which was so stressful
Now I gotta do it with a paper and pencil, I best be careful
Cause my bestie's the devil, set on a level where I'll never be successful
Cause I'm about to booze girl, and about to lose her
Cause I'll ooze out and say those wrong words, and I know it won't work
And another knowing its worth, Cause I'm intoxicated
Cause I like my songs slow, I like my drinks strong
I like my walks long, I like my lights low
And I like my nights wrong, So I'm sitting back, so I could fade away
So I'm sitting here fading as I lay awake, Sitting faded thinking about my mistakes
Now I'm fadin' in, think of what I said "We should take a break"
The look in your eyes, I seen your heart ache, I seen your legs shake
I seen that this love wasn't fake, but at that age, aren't we supposed to make mistakes?
Just to learn from one another, and I knew that's when I really loved her
Because to be with you, I'd do something insane just to see you smile
I'd rearrange the stars so it said your name, I know it's crazy strange
But in my dreams I contain no ounce of pain, it's like things remained the same
But at this pace, I should be in front of your palace, I searched the depths
I even found Atlantis, Maybe I should steal your Christmas list
And be your personal Saint Nicholas
I know it's ridiculous, but you're my beauty miss
I know this is obvious I can't hold my emotion, I'm showing my sloppiness with in this ocean
Continue to part 2.
Categories:
ooze out, beautiful, best friend, break
Form:
Narrative
The most honest, virginal, understood truths
Are given to us by the breath of God, or Holy Spirit
Validation comes in the form of peace and joy
When we are following the path He set out for us
Enthusiasm bounces out of us in an effervescent way
Our aura is pink, and we are glowing with wonderment.
Others feel us coming, and want to join in.
They understand that we are in touch with something surreal.
Honesty and integrity ooze out of us when we live our truth.
I glean my own truth through prayer and meditation.
Validity comes in two forms for me. Hair rising on my neck.
And an inner knowing without knowing how I know.
I feel these attachments to my chakra are from God’s messengers.
Angels have been watching over me my entire life.
I feel they help my soul celebrate when we are on His path.'
Our Truth Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Date May 2 2022
Categories:
ooze out, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Everyone knows where the key is….
Yes, the key to open the door that separates
vile darkness from ordinary darkness,
when the lights are out.
No one wants to open the door.
No one is brave enough to open up a history
that ought to be undisturbed,
in its pristine state.
The exorcists have blessed water,
that they intend to sprinkle on the room’s walls,
which once was sprinkled with blood,
akin to a slaughterhouse. The room smelled
of blood, death and violence.
Whenever they get close,
the walls groan,
as though they are alive. Disturbing mist
envelops their feet, as whispers
ooze out.
The room seems to insist
it wants to be locked….forever!
Categories:
ooze out, dark, death, fear, horror,
Form:
Narrative
The meandering Universe or tightly packed with no edges at all
The Universe huge and pulsing enough to give seed to the life forms is packed rock into a ball
The Universe did it know all along about Love?
Hey what is life anyway? Some say they know from messages above, within— without
Some say they know by analysis, some philosophers, mystics, priests, all claim they have the key to the riddle-- What do they know?
I have voyaged with Plato, and Aristotle feeling the firm ground beneath me slipping away,
I mourned the Passion, I have kneeled for Allah, Vishnu, Shiva, Yahweh, RA, Amun-Ra, Odin, and I have imbibed the mystic, elevating into a fugue
Hawkins, Sagan, Einstein have wisely spoken, I speak their words, “Where did God hide those confounded data?”
I have visited the land where law of religions becomes the external garb of man, atoms flowing rapidly energetically all from cloth to flesh and back again--
In those black holes I have held hands with Sagan, De Grasse
In search of other worldly terrestrial beings, and have floated into eternity embracing Hawkings into beauteous things— with water at the center of it all…
Plunged into darkness, and never found those dice,
What can I say, I am only man.
We have tried for millenniums to answer the puzzling riddles, what is the ‘mystery of inequity’, perchance it is of no substance at all, or is split asunder in the vital soul of man himself some slippery essence waiting to ooze out into the atmosphere,
The riddles are great, and the universe holds them somewhere in the abyss, of man blackest recesses perchance— Maybe there is no mystery at all… “Philosophy is a smile on a dog”
Some say they know by analysis, some Philosophers, mystics, Scientists, all claim they have the key to the riddle…What do they know?
In the desperate search of God we have despised our ways, Men have become haters of Love. I saw the birth of the humanist once upon a page-- Petrarch my father
He held the keys jangling with a smirk and rage…
Man disappoints man…
Categories:
ooze out, humanity, universe,
Form:
Free verse
Cracks of abuse chip away at
the now hollow shell of these adults.
The child...held hostage within...
cries out from their tortured souls.
The tears turn to screams.
" Why me? What have I done to
deserve this life of torment?"
Robbed of child's play and innocence...
replaced by waves of fear and uncertainty.
Their dreams became nightmares...
as echos of negative voices ooze out.
" Your stupid...ugly...a loser...unworthy of love."
Next followed continued play backs of bits
and pieces of all manner of abuse.
Then one day when it seemed all hope was gone...
the ones searching for answers came upon
a book called " Love Conquers All".
It spoke of loving self...as well as others...
of forgiveness...understanding...and peace.
Steps of hope were formed...as each negative
belief of self was transformed into a positive one.
Friends and environment were changed to support
a healthy vision...but at the same time
let us not forget our own walk from darkness into the light.
Help someone else in need to find their worth and value
P.R. Deremer
Categories:
ooze out, abuse, child abuse, deep,
Form:
This poem was a fire
Ignited within me.
It heaved and it burned
Inside my chest.
It was a heavy burden and it made me
Go mad.
I knew I would not let it get the best of me,
So I decided I would get on my feet and beat it with rocks
Until it bled.
I would pick up a pen and write down what it said-
A love letter, a couplet perhaps?
I’ll write whatever-
I want this feeling to elapse.
My ideas were like new babies being born,
One after the other.
They would not give me a chance to
Catch my breath.
Oh no, they just kept coming
Streaming
Crashing
Shining
Like lights discovered in a flowing river.
I sat on the kitchen table,
Held my lucky pen- and waited for the words to ooze out of my soul.
The sink complained,
“Drip, drip, drip.”
I stared at that piece of
Cold useless metal.
As a glass of water stood by its side,
It trickled tears.
My thirst kicked in –
My eyeballs turned dry,
My hair went brittle,
And words I struggled to say
Were stacked to the roof of my mouth.
I bit my dried up lips.
The moment I would sip that holy water,
My guts would cool down,
And maybe,
Just maybe –
Kill this poem,
That was a fire ignited within me.
Drinking water is such an easy task,
May I add-
It is quenching
Delightful
Guiltless
And effortless.
Such is loving you my dear –
The only contrast is that
When I reach out for you,
Strange hands appear and slap my dry palms,
Depriving me from a necessity,
Expecting me to survive -
And make friends with thirst.
When I stand my ground,
And protest,
They finally hose down my need for water,
And bury my head in an ocean of my own making,
Where my words are blurred and unclear,
Trapped in bubbles of murdered justice
That will never pop.
Aren’t they aware?
Don’t they know?
We all need a sip of water every once in a while.
The sun might hurt the petals by drying them out
But the rain visits from time to time.
When will the rain visit me?
Wash away the distress they have caused-
As long as things stay the way they are,
I will have to find comfort and hydration
In the thought of this promised Glass of Water
That shall one day –
Quench my thirst.
Categories:
ooze out, sadwords, me, write, rain,
Form:
Free verse
“Fear not the legendary vampires, but dread the vampires living among us, thirsting for blood!” ~ By Poet
Vampires sleep by the day and fly by night.
They are afraid to come out in to light.
They feed on human blood.
Their lips are scarlet red.
Their flaming eyes are luminously bright.
Vampires dance in the pale glow of moonlight.
Return to their graves before break of light.
They cause such severe dread.
They are souls of the dead.
Ooze out blood and leave the victim to blight.
April.21. 2023
Writing Challenge ‘V’ words Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
Categories:
ooze out, black love, death, grave,
Form:
Limerick
Diluted coward
Polluted soul
Your heart it holds a gaping hole
Sadistic brain waves ooze out of your lips
Your words are bound by a satanic grip
Your control on others has minimized,
In defeat you suddenly want to compromise
Not in this life, not on my path
Soon you’ll feel
Eternal wrath.
By: Sabina Nicole
Categories:
ooze out, evil, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Dear Future Poets:
The best advice I have for you is this:
Read! Read! Read!
Read the old Masters and read the new.
They will implant their wisdom in you.
And the insights that you receive
from the poems that you read,
will water your soul, like rain on seed.
How does poetry taste?
Have you ever eaten a poem?
Have you ever had ink ooze out of your mouth?
The poet, Mark Strand has.
In his poem EATING POETRY
Things are happening at the local library.
What? Well, you'll have to read his poem to find that out.
Mark uses intriguing titles and strong images to draw the reader in.
You, too, can learn to write poem titles that attract readers.
You'll also learn writing techniques from "How to" books.
Then, perhaps, practice your writing by bubbling spring brooks.
As a writer, you'll want to stock your
mental tool chest with poems that inspire.
Now, Write! Write! Write!
to your heart's desire.
One last thought: "Wonder is the beginning of wisdom" A Greek Proverb.
For Tyshawn Knight: Contest
Categories:
ooze out, education, poems, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
She was a lamp of light unto me:
The light was a guiding star,
Full of love and affection.
I dwelled in the warmth of the light.
She fed me and I grew with her thoughts,
She sowed the seed of virtues in me
And watered it day in and day out.
She taught me knowledge and wisdom.
The light shone in me and darkness scared to touch me.
I crossed rugged roads, yet she was beside me;
Yet He is ever with me carrying in His Arms.
She was my teacher of simplicity:
I grew simple; reared modest; nurtured meek,
She taught me the prayer of silence,
And in silence I learnt patience.
Thorns would prick me; yet she treated me,
She would never let the blood ooze out,
And I would watch her tears rolling down her cheeks,
And I knew she wept for my pain.
We have been walking on the path of virtues
Holding our hands together in the bond of love.
FORLORN! Her hands fell down, and I’m shaken:
I perceived the pallor on her white face,
It seemed it wept for me in silence,
And I knew even in silence she can’t forget me.
The Lord hath taken the lamp from me;
Yet the light of the lamp dwells in me.
I wept at her motionless corpse,
Tears rolled down my cheeks.
But could she know I had wept for her departure?
But I had known she wept for my pain
When thorns had pricked me in her presence.
The lamp is no more with me;
Yet the Lord shines in me thro’ my parents.
She was a lamp of light unto me,
The light was a guiding star
Full of love and affection.
Categories:
ooze out, sadme, light, prayer, day,
Form:
Verse
The storm wages on within the dark sky
Dark grey clouds have erupted there within
Rain does spurt downward nailing the soft ground
Damaging that of nature and my skin
It’s hard to see ahead to that old house
With just a single dim light on upstairs
To frighten those onlookers in the dark
Evil seems to ooze out of the yard lairs
Lightning strikes illuminating the yard
I see only grass there, nothing special
Nothing fearful was expressly shown there
The imagination is quite loyal
I was ashamed that I thought bad was there
It was only a place of happiness
Beauty was here even in the downpour
I stand in the rain, with real stupidness
Always the rain brings interest deep inside
Whether or not it’s near a house that’s strange
Or in a field of grass that looks so fine
I love the rain, the glory on the range
Russell Sivey
Categories:
ooze out, life, storm,
Form:
Quatrain