Best Oozing Poems
Dripping words ooze alike golden honey
When someone's world is saddened with worry
Poetry may offer quiet release
For those who seek strength and calm inner peace.
Poets cannot foresee fear or the dread
Inside hearts of whom their poem is read
If only they knew how words can inspire
Peace deep inside those whose world became dire.
Poetry stirs emotions lying low
Held inwards with nowhere for them to flow
Poems are indeed truly precious gifts
In hearts of poets, and those they uplift.
Whenever feeling lonely or upset
Go ahead, read aloud from a poet's text
You will feel better, it's a guarantee
Words written with love, sent to you from me.
Darkness and radiance
frolicsome purport
and access of
visible world and
inconspicuous world
heart to grace
spawn the shades of truth
redeemer
between
contest of awareness
and the depth of the ocean
concealed
beneath the shackles
of humankind
Written: September 30, 2022
The
Ardent
Dilection
Oozes from the
Bloody heart chamber
With rose petals attar
True love stories quintessence
With plethora innervation
As an invisible arrow darts
Two souls with a feverish sentiment
4-11-2016
Some say I'm different, is that good or bad?
Clarification's required for this mangy old lad
Methinks I'm amusing
With charm I'm oozing
Kinda obvious, the epitome of joy I might add!
This
gooey
and
oozing
chocolate
laden
cake,
tempts me,
beckons me,
it's weakening
my resolve
and as
the
icing
starts to drip
I feel
the
diet
end!
31/03/2023
Waltz Wave Poem
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
don't crave my chimera
string loudness and dew
bloom explodes in my stream
A cluster of crepuscle rainbows
It comes from
devotedness for you
don't steal my daydreams
the ocean I share with you
If the melody
gently has daringness
strike my face
well...
I will wait for you
Written: September 30, 2022
Maybe, that pyre is lighting up,
This demising dusk , so dark , so dry,
But , that pyre is cause of some,
Bleeding heart and oozing eyes!
Maybe, these winds are blowing away,
These ashes black and dark dirt,
But these blowing ashes are tearing some,
Oozing eyes and bleeding heart!
Oh , maybe a sudden death, gloom us,
But , everyone in this world will die,
And , maybe time will heal some,
Bleeding heart and oozing eyes!
I wish I was a masterpiece
Created to be destroyed, in your mind at least.
A perfect shade of pink ran around my cheeks.
I felt them fade to grey as you ran away.
With a paint brush in hand you let me fall to the dust.
Unprotected I sat, unfinished and alone.
Half of a heart traced across my chest.
I couldn’t move I was stuck in the grasp of a portrait.
Framed by a scholar.
Pondered by a thinker; I saw myself as…once in a blue moon.
But when the moon did show its face, I felt the coolness of the sun’s rays.
They were being portrayed by the moons white glow.
A poser in a way, there was light.
No heat to warm the bodies stuck against the walls of time.
Twisting a word into a masterpiece is harder than twisting a paintbrush into one
My friend, you have drawn a path in front of me.
Directly to you. And my breath was taken when you stole it,
Right out of my mouth.
You took the black paint and covered my face.
Ashamed of what you might have created.
You wanted me to be perfect.
An image so precious, you just couldn’t create it.
You hated it.
A masterpiece to me, I was.
But to you, a demonstration of destruction.
I was Nothing.
Written: August 21, 2025, for contest by Charles Messina
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Drum beat
soft rays
moon slip
words ooze
eyes shut
winds rose
night sweet
Dark thread
tears swell
hands shake
dreams lull
skies fall
birds cry
heart treat
Stone mute
veins bloom
grief hums
hope falls
time bends
light goals
dust rush
Mind stays
truth leans
steps slow
thoughts brew
stars gleam
fears shaft
voice hush
The feel of mud oozing between my toes
Watching an ant going about its business,
Bizarre ideas crossing my mind are those
Causing my brain to spiral into dizziness.
I am captivated by silly, mundane things
That no one else would think of trying,
Like writing a poem about guitar strings
Or feeling elation when a mouse is dying.
I need no affirmation for small trivialities
Merely recognizing that they do exist
Acknowledging my need for frivolities,
I could mention a few more on my list!
Things that captivate my full attention
Are those things pricking my imagination
There are far too many to get a mention,
Making me exclaim, "What in tarnation!"
Written October 6, 2022
We listened deeply to the sounds
of seed power of duality.
I was very restive
there was no time to review
the veracity of benevolence.
It was a flight of songs,
a passage through silence.
The event and nonevent,
became burning topics enslaving the angles of lips
and splitting the smiles.
If you wanted to feel the truth,
you must undergo splendid mutation,
to read the grains,
the sun, the rains.
Here comes the moon
sailing on dry bones
of our trivialities;
of our banalities,
shutting off our thoughts.
Multiples of our arts,
our performances,
had the plasma oozing
from our buried themes.
SATISH VERMA
Grateful I am, being by God breathed,
as soul’s light, within heart’s retrieved.
04-July-2022
THANKFULNESS CRYSTALLINE Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
I spot you writhing
in your shell
undersized however
you possess an ocean
tally and release a tide
bestow your
tenderness to distinctive
forsake, further
vacuous chest
until slender bird
abandons nidus
his feathers come to
craft a verse of reliance
what a precious devotion
It's a ballad that...
I always create for you.
Written: September 30, 2022
our dogs are going crazy
they no longer have access to the whole yard
thanks to a three thousand dollar dog run
today three strange dogs are out there
in their old space
racing around in all their favorite grasses
their barking is frantic now
jealousy is oozing out of their barks
The access to our dwelling
cascade
Love and...
leftovers
of a ray of light
and blackness...
dubious sentiment
evermore
toward and aside
from each other...
a double face within a frolic
in fearless truths
hatched from the
cust of the heart
foreseen
Written: September 30, 2022