Best Outflow Poems
Good writing , like gold , combines lustrous lucidity with high density. What this means is good writing is packed with hints. ~ Eric Hoffer
And should I cherish lucid moments of my day
to dwell on how my words will paint the blue vellum?
Or dream that in those lucid thoughts may lie the way
to philosophies protected by dark pelham?
Soon to write my thoughts in a pleasing structured form,
I turn to flow my life for all to analyze.
Is it eloquence I seek, or a bright brainstorm
to loosely form coherent thoughts and crystallize?
Basking in boastful brilliance, words outflow freely,
purest unbridled revelry is extended
to writing fraught with inner secrets genteelly
hidden in subtle between-the-lines pretended.
Laying my pen aside, I read what is written.
Word by word, in silence, I am humbly smitten.
Categories:
outflow, meaningful, poetry, words, writing,
Form:
Sonnet
--The opening of a new life--
Airborne smiles under a pessimistic cloud
Peaceful living memories, wiping every frown
Vibrant beams throughout the night
The outflow shadows cloud nine;
Scoot away from the pain,
Enjoy all eyes towards the gateway
An endless fate awaits
Maybe not today
Perhaps not tomorrow
Be Free * Live Happily
And just Believe--
--The Beginning of everything--
By; PD
A Sweet Merry Christmas From: PD
Categories:
outflow, beautiful, deep, life, smile,
Form:
Free verse
Who’s in Charge Here?
Rules obscure the boundaries
of nothingness.
Migrant marauders seeking
mindfulness
narrow the funnel’s
outflow
squeezing the contents
to slow-flo.
Purity of thought denies
mind’s murky masquerade
smiling faces mockingly
engage in lie’s charade.
Pencil stalking
stark white sage
suppressing passion’s
white hot rage
encage the wrath
of poesy
declare such lusts
all heresy.
Blindfolded poets
ever-night
a string-less freedom
seeking kite.
John G. Lawless
©1/30/2018
Categories:
outflow, confusion, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
Golfers ahead were really slow
because their dead balls just wouldn't go
we offered them beer,
later we found cheer--
they stepped aside to let it outflow.
Categories:
outflow, caregiving, devotion, funny, health,
Form:
Limerick
Dazzled by the sizzling beauty
Of butterflies
I plodded through
Th saloon of the flowers and flies.
I reached a
Narrow dusty path.
Now the garden
Is an unclear dot behind me.
Its trying to attract me
To its inclosure of magic
But I cannot enjoy
These flickering happiness
Which lasts half a second.
I have to reach the love
Which is lullubies for me
I have to reach my grandmom
Who waits for me
With her affectional eyes.
I have to be in her caring hand
Where I find relief.
Alas!
Its dark around me.
The sky turned fearful black.
My vicinity grown
Into a dreadful ebony.
The terror in me
Set its music.
The tears in myeyes
That aimed at the ground
Began to outflow.
I shrank to the edge
Of the track.
Suddenly the lilt
Of sorrow and pain
Was removed by the new music.
That’ s the flying sound of butterflies.
Those seem to be
The footsteps of my love granny.
That sound is nearing me .
The soft hands of grandmommy
Clutched me to her
And her guarding hand
Wiped my tears .
Yeah,
I am in my destination
I am in the ardour
For which I waited.
Categories:
outflow, care, grandchild, grandmother,
Form:
Ooze, a squirt with perfect onomatopoeia
A slow leak, exudation or seepage
A slow plunge into thick mud sucked
An outflow all over, a disseminated discharge
That cannot be held back or stopped
A slow steady ooze seeps spews woos
Categories:
outflow, nature, onomatopoeia,
Form:
Free verse
I sit behind the computer
scripting the daily lesson plan,
while hoping there’s no intruder,
of them I’m not an eager fan.
A guest speaker comes to impart
something in boring monotone.
I hope he imparts something smart
or I’ll be reading on my phone.
A meeting scheduled noon today
is for, I’m not sure what or why!
The dull message makes my mind stray;
for this once, I wish time would fly!
My pencils are sharpened just so.
The computer is securely encoded.
My thoughts are ready to outflow
and my brain is close to imploded.
My nails are done; my hair is styled;
new shoes I bought last month, or week.
Addled from the hard push so wild,
the harried week seems rather bleak.
All tasks done as guideline bids.
Today is our convocation.
I don’t know about all the kids,
But I need a long vacation!
Categories:
outflow, kid, school, teacher, vacation,
Form:
Rhyme
Gone I past the planetary galaxies
Lounging on the back of comfy comet
Whistling: here I go and i will be there, through fearful void
The blackish abyss and eternal nothingness
Slipped to the polish throne, His worshipful highness
Salutation to all rulers, Emperor of the universe
Bowed, I with head touching the feet
Like Arabian knight revealing bronze palms
Brought nothing but peace seeks I
Fountain spring of the beginning and the end
The breathing stones of Diamond and Jasper
What peace! That refuses to manifest amongst the pieces
On the face of the globe
Should I squirt it, break it or relocate it
Or manufacture brand new creatures
That’s more or much realis most beautiful
In all things
With all bundle of brainy
In quantum than Einstein?
Sack shape head making the whole load
Of body, arms and legs will be
Like many ropes with clumsy clutching suckers
And the eyes larger than what they are
More than a dozen probably
So that in haste quickly reaches the end of time
And do what you are suppose to do,
Rather than rambling, knotty rivalry that lead infinite
Murdering the lads with your archaic missiles
Hissing among bodies: I am the powerful
No, I am the most potent
No, destruction I most
And all that; deceiving the deceptives
Haven’t you heard?
Haven’t you seen?
That tap of my fingers like sound of earsplitting
thunder-waves will cause hungred
Earthquake to swallow up the minute world
Spittle, because of bile of rage will outflow the ocean wave
To wash out every nation
Let me not utter the might of the suns
When commanded will shrivel burn out
The whole universe to cinders
I have done it once
With clapping thunderous storm as a memorial
A teardrop for your incorrigibility
Tower of Babel should come in as a remembrance
Beware! Of the gradually broiling boiling anger
Inside of me, beware! Warmongers
Of the sneezing vomiting flu
Stubborn fly that can 't escape the fly trap.
Categories:
outflow, mystery
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
A lot can change in 10 years,
Especially in the reliability of your plumbing,
When it comes to flushing out your system,
In preparation for a Colonoscopy.
My first while a bit of a mission,
The pipes were soon running clear,
To the satisfaction of both doctor and colour chart
As instructions followed to the letter,
Liquid intake measured to the last millilitre,
All introduced to the pipes at the specified times,
Result, smiles all round,
The Doctor not late for golf,
The nurse not needing to check the colour first hand,
And the patient not suffering too much, for want of,
First coffee of the day.
Fast forward 10 years,
Pipes getting a bit rusty,
Flushing more of a chore,
Instructions still followed to letter,
But on arrival,
Doctors and Nurses faces sympathetic,
As more flushing required,
Colonoscopy on hold til colour of outflow,
Matching that on chart,
Now it was Drink,
Walk,
Go, but don't flush,
Ring the bell,
Wait for the nurse,
Repeat until colour match found.
After 4 repeat performances,
Success,
A matching colour found,
With five minutes to spare.
My first coffee of the day now in sight,
I say goodbye to those who, shared my plight,
Of drinking,
Walking,
Going but not flushing,
Ringing the bell,
And waiting for the nurse.
As I await my biopsy results,
I can't help but smile,
As I think about all the laughter,
And corny jokes that kept flowing,
Between flushes,
But then I guess you needed to be there,
Or have watched the Carry on Doctor Movies.
Categories:
outflow, analogy, appreciation, autumn, blessing,
Form:
Imagism
TEARFUL MEMORY
It came from nowhere, a surprise,
Suddenly stung her in the eyes,
Hurt there like an incision,
Rapidly blurred out her vision.
Welled up, swelling and filling -
Tried to stop without spilling.
Burst warm over lashes and lid,
Cascaded down her cheek half-hid.
Tiny moving river salted
Ran between her lips and halted:
Outflow of her heartfelt sorrow.
Relieved her feelings about tomorrow. . . .
( She recalled a mother long unseen)
. . . . Mum’s birthday - or would have been.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. .
Written by Sydney Peck
NOTES
1. What’s the 12-line limit? I hope you can accept this 14-line piece. . .
2. Yes, it is a tear which I personally lost, but story is written through the voice
of the narrator as poet ( also me of course).
Categories:
outflow, sorry
Form:
Couplet
Chain Verse Form
The jolly spirit that descends
Descends each December to Earth
Earth receives its positive outflow
Outflow that transcend languages and countries
Countries celebrate this special occasion
Occasion that have different meanings
Meanings that vary from spiritual to materialism
Materialism had dimmed the festivity
Festivity imparts a friendly atmosphere
Atmosphere that reunite the family
Family waits for the culmination
Culmination is the celebration of the
Birth of our savior
Nayda Ivette
11-23-2015
For Chain Verse 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ebbs
Fifth Place
Categories:
outflow, christmas,
Form:
Verse
Out of the heart comes spring of pure water,
Out pour of cheese from northern female bull,
Outcome of this sweetness makes me better,
Outflow of deep pains makes me look like stool.
My heart seeks comfort and undeterred love,
My soul rests on your bosom of glory,
My mind longing for passion from above,
My head spins round and round like toy lorry.
When would I leave this dollop of sorrow?
When shall I find solace in my precious?,
When would plenty come?,so I don`t borrow,
When would goodness arrive?I`m so anxious
can my mind really speak?,I just wonder .
can the brain fathom all these?,I ponder.
CONTEST:" Echoes Of The Heart" sponsored by Gail Angel Doyle.
Categories:
outflow, heart, life, longing, me,
Form:
Sonnet
VIRGINAL GIRL
begin the beguine..
Make your music mine
LAUGHING GIRL
joy's outflow-from eyes aglow
GIRL WITH EARRING
a look of love-
into eternity's mirror
LACEMAKING GIRL
intricate detail
patient design-
portrait of time
Categories:
outflow, art, girl,
Form:
Ekphrasis
The breast of this dada heaves
with remorseful painful ache
as if...the insides of my body
into a bajillion pieces break
though anniversary of birth,
I intended to write, but... did rake
akin to hot coals, an overwhelming agony
wrought urgent compulsion to slake
expunging sudden onset, shook me awake,
how this papa brought years of heartache,
upon an innocent newborn,
oh no...definitely "not fake,"
and her elder protective sibling Eden
(understandable not to forgive), - who lake
(like) an "uber quasi mother"
did welcome thee with a fair shake
(twenty Earth orbitz ago February 4th, 2019)
metamorphosed into such an adoring, giving,
and loving lass unbeknownst, when she did make
her debut (passing the
Apgar test with flying colors) for goodness sake
cuz, I betcha you studied while in utero,
thus said standard assessment involving intake
and outflow of breath
as seconds old infant piece of cake,
and unexpected eruption of despair,
thus found me sinking into melancholy air
and compounded as "mother",
and I became aware
how cognitive skills
(additionally low body weight) clear
lee delayed triggering screaming
bouts from thee dear
special Punim, and
oft times this papa flare
with frustration and volley with
reciprocated enraged voice
imbecile and juvenile antics of mine clear
lee heard outside 1148 Greentree Lane
neighbors possibly a grizzly bear
broke loose from the zoo,
or other beast escaped their lair,
thus prompting me to post a sign beware
of the ferocious father, and dare
to enter at your own risk,
and do not forget to mutter a prayer
lest ye be swallowed in one fell swoop,
and nobody would hear
from that person again
cannibalized by Matthew
Scott mailer daemon,
whose surly mood embittered by rare
stints of employment, otherwise we lived
dirt poor surviving on diet of worms, I swear
to be totally "FAKE",
but hyperbole to lyft shaky spear
writs.
Categories:
outflow, beauty, celebration, cry, dad,
Form:
Bio
VIRGINAL GIRL
begin the beguine..
Make your music mine
LAUGHING GIRL
joy's outflow-from eyes aglow
GIRL WITH EARRING
a look of love-
into eternity's mirror
LACEMAKING GIRL
intricate detail
patient design-
portrait of time
see vermeersgirls@blogspot.com
Categories:
outflow, art
Form:
Ekphrasis