Best Paralysing Poems
Slice me with your tongue,
Razor blade wounds,
To suck out all my poisens,
Sweet lonely lullaby,
Accusing eyes of sadism,
Picture perfect prodegy,
My Deadly Sin,
A bitter taste of arson,
Burning in my vital organ,
Your the pyre that burns away my mortality,
A sip of tea made from Lilly of the Valley,
A shadow of Death stalking,
With odd angel like wings,
A Numbing kiss like Drowning in Morphine,
My Oblivion,
Sweet arms to rest in till my vision no longer holds,
Eyes neither like Hell nor Heaven,
Cocain Addiction,
That Drip of Drugs into your system,
Intoxicated blood stream,
I'd rather not dream,
And instead get lost within - Your paralysing,
Your Paralysing, Brain lapse,
Your moving too fast,
Stay slow and dreamy,
Dancing silhoutte,
Like a burning forest fire,
Pain throughout my veins,
Ravishing and Beautiful,
A voice torn from my throat,
Dying joyfully,
With my last sight of you. . .
Categories:
paralysing, angst, dedication, depression, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
Bloodthirsty anguish torments my
Lunatic mind, seizing supremacy, paralysing my decrepit living corpse with
Overpowering obsession, manipulating my blackened heart and hurling me into burning
Oblivion, composing the malicious desire to self
Destruct-and i do-savagely i lacerate myself until extinction
Categories:
paralysing, death, depression,
Form:
Acrostic
Raging, Stamping, shooting flaming fire bolts
Thor unleashes his titanic rage on us
charged spears that send paralysing volts
teaching all a lesson he send us a cuss
Fury emanating with every jolt
despising, hating, destroying, callous
against mankind with passion he revolts
with powerful hate he does send onus
Killing all before him with mega volts
his anger growing is most auspicious
his thunderbolts these are no millivolts
they rain down the killing so atrocious
Temper flaring intensifying each jolt
oh pray that soon he will hang up his bolt
written 3/07/2104
Categories:
paralysing, anger, angst, fire,
Form:
Sonnet
Something is very wrong here
A world monopoly, based not on human life but on financial and corporate power
Money is one of the most socially paralysing structures humanity has ever endured
“ None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free ”
Johhan Wolfgang von Goethe
“Greed and competition are not the result of immutable human temperament; greed and fear
of scarcity are in fact being created and amplified; the direct consequence is that we
have to fight with each other in order to survive.”
Bernard Lietaer founder of the EU Currencey system
This is in an age where planetary sustainable wealth has exceeded anything known in human
history.
“We can either have democracy in this country or we can have great wealth concentrated in
the hands of a few; we can’t have both ”
Louise Brandeis Supreme Court Justice
Money is the greatest single impediment to the evolvement of humanity as a species. Money
generates nothing except the need for more money. Money creates greed, greed degrades the
human condition to a level of slavery to survival no better than that of cave men
Abundance, is not the mechanism of money, scarcity is its mechanism; scarcity equals
profit. Abundance surrounds us, it is evident in the creation of our cities and in our
super markets. What point is there in selling abundance, you might as well try and sell air.
The environmental conditioning of poverty is the prime cause of 90% of global criminality.
The United States has the largest prison population in the world.
“ My country is the world. My religion is to do good ”
Thomas Paine
“ I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality ”
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr
Categories:
paralysing, life
Form:
Free verse
Fear
Breathing down the necks of men
Holding them captive in the cage of monotony
Never freeing
Until one learns to release the chains that bind them
Fear
Trapping those without courage
Safe Jobs
Safe Lives
Never taking a risk
Until one flees the safety of the known and learns to truly live
Fear
Paralysing
Crippling
Controlling your every action
Walk the line without a fear of falling
Categories:
paralysing, anxiety, courage, dark, evil,
Form:
Free verse
So, you see a golden fleece,
snagged, hanging fire,
luminescent and inviting
on a fence of barbed wire.
Would you take it to your heart,
grasp it, reach for it,
or recoil for fear of laceration,
of pain, of expectation deficit?
Here lies the timeless dilemma:
if love does gloriously bloom,
will friendship bite the dust,
consigned unto it's doom?
In this paralysing conundrum
there lies my golden fleece,
a prison of uncertainty
with no sign of release.
How can we be sure
in resolve we can defeat it?
If we can have the cake
and ultimately eat it?
Categories:
paralysing, life, love, mystery,
Form:
Verse
I watched you as you
Smiled softly, strolling through the stools.
Your shirt clung to you like
The spidery fingers of love that gripped me.
Your matted hair was silky soft
And your skin felt like satin on my lips.
Your name was heavenly on my tongue and only divine
Intervention could stop me from loving you.
But I doubt that even that, would stop the infection
Slowly rushing through my veins, paralysing me,
Heart outwards.
The heat and fire and web of desire
That was woven by the spiders of passion,
Caught the flies of love.
It devoured them
Slowly,
Carefully,
Lovingly.
Like my mind seemed to drink in your presence.
Slowly,
Carefully,
Lovingly.
My eyes raked over every detail, not allowing
You to escape me. Your hands, those hands which I
Had longed to caress, touched my back softly,
And shook me from my observations as you
Had shaken my world so many months before.
You smiled gently down at me.
And then you disappeared, like a perfect dream.
Gone, before I could kiss you once again,
Slowly,
Carefully,
Lovingly.
Categories:
paralysing, love,
Form:
Free verse
I was deserted by fun
Locked in a lonely world
Looked upon like a clown
My heart was then cold
Then out of emptiness, yet bountiful
You emerged so graceful.
With your sweet charms
You entered my world
With those paralysing smiles of yours
You pulverised my crumbling world
You laid foundation for another
The greatest in heavenly uniqueness' order
The world seems yours
You turn it around so easily
You must be one of those three sisters
'Cos you manipulate fate so easily
You've washed anew being
You must be an angelic being.
The way you swept away my sorrows
And made sweet my tomorrows
Left me wondering
Reminiscing
Thinking much about you
Loving you.
I feel so on top of the universe
Ever since you graced my world
You've livened my world's romance
And distant my heart from cold
Queen of my heart
I love you with all my heart.
Categories:
paralysing, love, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
Miserable Stump Am I
What a fine morning it was....
With an axe I saw him come
One, two, three trees he passed
Before fixing gaze on me.
The menacing axe so bright....
By the way he removed it
From his shoulder, I could see
The thing was pretty heavy.
He spat on his grisly palms
Before the thing he swung
The blade fell Full Square
As again and again he struck.
Blood oozed from dumb me
Swayed by the heavy blows
While he contorted ugly face
To propel more deadly blows.
*
A racy bird wishing to rest
Or on the branches to nest
Under the paralysing fright
Past, she zoomed in flight.
Squirrel out of the burrow
Left family in the hollow
Dragged in the severed trunk
Giddy in the wicked bunk!
When I creaked and slanted
Humanity was not enchanted.
When Dust rose as I fell
Raised was the death knell!
Then I saw some smoke rise
In Town one cold sunrise
Someone warming his desire
On a dead tree on a fire-
Possibly sitting on a table
Legislator in idle warble
On which he is a master
Environs Laws to filibuster!
*
Never again did I see this man
Is he dead by oxygen starvation
Bereft by greens that he killed
And the trunk that bore them?
A moment of silence therefore
In honour of the fallen Tree
And a moment of breathlessness
To save oxygen thus depleted!!!
**Deforestation is a problem we must all curtail.
JM
22nd Oct’ 2013
Categories:
paralysing, absence,
Form:
Verse
I have stared death in the face
with its huge gaping jaws
most of my life
i have evaded those paws
My families crazy made up scheme
of overdramatizing my diagnosis
made my life a paralysing psychosis
I freed myself from that drek by compartmentalizing me
but it meant I never really could connect how I felt about anything
I also really had to relax to remember history
because you see I remember everything , the stories, the words, the complete scene you see
My life is a movie that plays in my head
It rolls out when I let it in complete detail instead
and its vivid and in color with all the emotion of the time
and many of the scenes were not the sublime
I lived through treachery and hate, and physical abuse
and psychological torture by those of who I was of use
so I buried how I felt to survive all that pain
and ignored it all to not become insane
Sixteen years ago, I had an epiphany
I was not sick with a fatal disease the diagnosis was freed
and I examined my mothers treatment of me as a consequence
with horror I realized what had happened instead
All of that I had buried and survived was abuse
the trappings of mental illness of a parent in my youth
and it affected everything about me, my ability to be
right down to my expression and depth of feeling you see
I freed myself, I did, it took years of therapy
and I am in EMDR now to get rid of the last bits
It's been effective because as you see I can now create
and I am using the experience to share my story of late
I became the Bard, because I was outside of my life
a casual observer to all of the strife
I could not feel anything in real time you see
and that pair bonding thing was a big mystery.
And you can relate...
And I am now a poet, lyricist and soon to be author.
(C) Artimus - Susan Manley 4:35 PM 8-4-2024
Categories:
paralysing, abuse, angst, anti bullying,
Form:
Rhyme
Somewhere, someplace the rhythms fall.
In unison, you glide over the sandy dunes.
Each step lashing sands in bewitching mobility.
You move like fiction erasing your earlier treads;
Expanding with the beats of sound pulse to pulse.
Floating hair, cascading torrents of swirling pools
Engulfing your eyes, your body and charms in mystery,
And you churn yourself in shallow fits of rage.
The fire’s may crackle, now and again to your dance;
But the moon reflects, and sparkles the desert scene.
Some electra in your eyes, dazzling black.
Moment to moment, you swing to the beats.
The maestro plays, Sarangie’s yearn
Rhyme and chime; at each quake of the strings.
With each push or pull, the thirsting wand sings
Your beauty, your grace; as you flutter to its call.
He is the wild, the raw, the unbroken mare
He jumps, he jolts to the paralysing trance
Shoulder to shoulder eye to eye, he moves;
Chewing his urges, his fancies and his moans.
It is the natraja in you that boldly performs.
With the arms and the legs, and the sights you spin.
And he buckles and he runs, with each lap or lash
A worshipper paying tributes, to you
Your feet, your beauty and the erotics in you.
But you, in your rapid thrusts with the occults.
Awaken coherence in the forces of assaults;
Like quirks of energia discharging at his core.
And he smitten by the Scorpion’s sting.
Simmers and burns; under those hypnotic spells.
Categories:
paralysing, love
Form:
Free verse
Practicing how to breathe, when there's a shortness of breath.A slow rhythm in the background calms me down, when a void tried to look into me.I was up alone yet again while the demons of the night visited me. Has it been a year now since sleep has become paralysing.I dared something much deeper within me, to find out it wasn't me who was talking back. A mindless creature may exist outside my comfort zones. Too long since we found a sense of belonging inside our lives, so I stepped into other people's life. Only to be found as different than all the rest. Being like this was never choice, have you ever seen what afflicts me? Please don't kick me out of your circle, it's dark where I am.I found you to understand me, helped me out of my misery. It's a gratitude that I don't belong with the monsters,my skin still remembered the abuse it's done to me. I've grown to be stronger than them, yet still my mind has captivated an attention of a million.
Categories:
paralysing, anxiety, betrayal, childhood, deep,
Form:
Prose
BEST TEST
At school, I always tried,
To do the best I could.
Then along came " the test."
Paralysing my brain,
As I knew it would.
I resent the word test,
It makes my thinking go awry,
If I have done my best all year,
Why should I even try,
To prove my capabilities,
Which I have already done.
My teacher knows my abilities,
She marks them everyone.
Pupils have homework,
To study after school.
My poor brain is going berserk,
As my cup is more than full
I am so nervous I'm shaking like a leaf.
I'll do my best to do this test.
That will give relief.
Categories:
paralysing, 10th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Every mid nights I stay partially awake..
Haunted by schizophrenic nightmares,
Detached from conscience,
Convulsed by delusions..
"Serpentine spirit" swings me into unimaginable
adventures and tries paralysing me..
I heard a serpent would come
to prick us with venom only if we commit any sin..
But I haven't committed any..? i cogitate..!!
Then, later I verbally query before it could strike me..
To my astonishment I hear some charming music
behind the woods..
Someone comes to protect me
by attempting to rip the fangs of spirits..
While I observe them keen,
dancing to the music being heard..
I understand something..
The fierce movements performed are in fact
to defend themselves..
I intricately watch without taking off my eyes
as they hiss.. and hiss..and hiss..
After some time I voluntarily plunge myself
to wriggle &dance falling on the floor for the pitch and rhythm..
Deep down i perceive strange feelings,
Assuming to be connected with these magical spirits.
Goes on this rhythmic cavort..
as I dwell and sway in the hallucinations untill dawn..
I would call this to be supramundane..
which exquisitely flourishes in my daily nights.
31-5-2020
~DEEPA~
Third place in the Contest.
Note: Spirit animal poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart.
Categories:
paralysing, animal, dream, fantasy, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
beautiful woman
is a full course meal
an appetizer
a cupcake encasing a bullet
sweet course pie with a deadly desert
served on a golden platter
she is an intoxicant
a red fine wine
spiky colourless vodka
a picky choice of men
to savour in her lust
she is the venom
cursing through the veins
stopping heart beat
paralysing limbs
with mouth in sync
a beautiful woman is beautiful
Pricey, elegant and ravishing
she's the beginning of fantasy
she's the end to reality
she's a beautiful woman
Categories:
paralysing, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse