Best Perforating Poems
Shall I reside in shadows of past years
like a silhouette where light appears dimmed
as life’s entangled path cuts deep like spears
of perforating thorns overly brimmed?
Shall I guard the fragility of heart
and retreat stumbling with blindfolded sight
unless black shrouds unveils colourful art
of silky roses grown in shades of light?
Shall I remain dwelling and not then seek
life that awaits a brave travellers feet —
yet, would not a fervent heart grow so meek
with a dying rhythm of its own beat?
Amidst faith, scars from life’s thorns slowly heals
upon a path where inner self reveals.
Categories:
perforating, faith, love,
Form:
Sonnet
You, my love, you
Entrusted me into the burning arms of fervor,
Rested your knowing fingers upon skin ever glistened with tears
Graced the breath I dared to breathe when moments masterfully collided
We stand upon the edge like devils daring nature’s wrath
Your heels wrap around the very rim that border you and I from the air
The sky blue black vapors swirl into dark wonder vanishing, the stars like eyes flashing
As you whisper fiercely in my ear, daring me to push the limit
Begging me with pupils that reflect my own desires
Your entwining smile rivets in me nerve beyond present night
I squeeze the angels out of you in one melodious measure of movement
Encumbering you in all of me, rattling your frames
A lasting forest tall as terror thrilled upon a demon possessed storm
I push us off the sheer edge,
As we spiral in the depths of the ocean’s welcoming mouth
The weight of our past and present sufferings melting into complete passion
Cradling us in the bed of her deepest, darkest waters
My lips meeting the substance of your future words
Your tongue running along the traces of silence ever kept
Deep into the screams of inner woe, embellishing warmth from head to toe
Surrounded by the echoey, treasured lines of your heart,
Mastered from the very start
You lift me high into the love falls
Splashes of poetry dispersing my hair all around
Our eyes staring into each other’s
Locked into a world like no other
With revitalizing surety otherwise crippling,
With the deep dip of your sexy soul and perforating body,
I enter the realm of your rapturous reality
Captured willingly in your picturesque hungers
Through the very tunnel of your never-ending eyes…
The penetrating roars of your fulfillment take me by surprise
Yes, you, my love, you
Took me there tonight…
For down within those depths with you I would have eagerly allowed
The sorrows and agonies of my doubts to succumb
For inside the ancient oceans of your poetry do we love
We prevail as seraphs released from the prisons of poverty-stricken despair
Their descending smiles fermenting scents of eternal ecstasy
---
~For Justin Bordner's "Make Love To Me In That Ancient Place" Contest
~Thank you again for inspiring! Lots of love!
Categories:
perforating, adventure, body, for him,
Form:
Romanticism
Frosty froth, falling
perforating blue eddies.
Liquid nitrogen.
Categories:
perforating, nature, seasons
Form:
Haiku
Life,
Breath -
Taken
One leg gone
Perished in deathbed
Diabetes murdered Grandpa
Benumbed by ill - gash's agony perforating - dulled
Gold medal won after the day of his death reminds me of his only heart memoirs...
Categories:
perforating, death,
Form:
Fibonacci
When night face appears:
Hades erupts with the
hammer of death,stiring
the waters.
Lemures dashing forth
and back preying on
wandering souls-tell-tale
odor pervading the
atmosphere.
Resistance is like chasing
shadows.
Shackles of bondage
looming,even the blue-
blooded under chains
and fetters.
Howling winds
harmonize with howls of
night marmosets-
creatures of doom.
Splattered blood spread
like cancer: a norm of the
day.
Mountains of carcasses
caressing the sky.
The world becomes
scene of blood bath,
carnages mounting,
screams perforating the
atmosphere.
Long ago,a human
phoenix lived and died-lo
he lives!
(Carpe diem)! He offers
hands of goodwill with
beaming smiles.
Categories:
perforating, abuse, allegory, bereavement, bible,
Form:
Carpe Diem
In the ethereal world of promises
we drift on angel wings of expectation.
Held in the heavenly security of their embrace;
captivated by faces of perfect love; in whom we completely trust.
On earth we can know no such promise, for its comes only with our dreams.
On earth we are tousled and tainted by worldly heaviness and
overwhelming responsibility. Negativity gnawing at our soul;
perforating hope, negating love, yet up above we are watched
by guardian angels. They feel our pain, and grimace as the
agony of living unfolds. They yearn to hold our battered
spirit and infuse peace within it, but are thwarted as
the rabid madness of the world takes hold.
Angels watch over us and we can call
them to our aid. Let us dwell, forever,
in the ethereal world of promises.
Categories:
perforating, mysteryworld, earth,
Form:
Free verse
Ablaze I stay,
Amidst the bruise,
Churned with grace,
Assimilating feline spirit,
And fuming with ceaseless pace,
When thou trample my hardcore
Submerge my conscience
And look! Yet my stumps rouse
Rumbling with fumbling roars,
Just as the phoenix resurrects,
However may thy malign
Weaving my overcast dreams
With the last glow of sunshine
Yes, I reign
Traverse the course
As the divine grace pours,
When you oust me,
Perforating my silhouette as ‘SHE’,
Rolls out of her throne.
And yet, beg to her
Putting your prejudice behind ‘her’ bar,
To tantalize your carnal desire!
But Ahem! You recreate that mite..
As you throttle her,
Enjoying the core of her plight.
You ‘exhibit’ her sins!
Not the malefactors
Who pumped injustice into her veins!
You rupture her ‘bodily’ core
And seek solace, pleasure
In the atoms of this ‘whore’!
I shudder at this inequality
Moaning to Thy tribunal,
And He grins at my oblivion
Resonating His voice
Reviving me on,
“Because thou form the melody
Of this timeless empire..
As thou reincarnate yourself
From that funeral pyre!
Seize Life in thy hands,
Weaving life with My wand…
And hence being the saviour
When My Creation goes bland!!”
Categories:
perforating, woman,
Form:
Light Verse
Echoes of wonder streaking lightening from the clouds above
Transcending, ascending and descending in ways that defile the norms and laws of mankind
Beautiful moments that caress anew purely, initiating continual healing of broken pieces of hearts together
Floating, flashing and striking across the footprints of the dust of earth, illuminating bright with scenarios overshadowed with the history of the stars
Leaving signals, signs, symbols and legacies from one generation to another
Paving ways for the seeds of tomorrow planted by our forefathers
We perceive their legacies inscribed onto our hearts as the salty streams emerge at the sites and sight of hollow grounds
Alluring, deeming, redeeming, intriguing, captivating ~invigorating
Lost in an alluring unconscious state of fantasy
These hymns soar delivering kisses of liberation to every creature~soul
All is soaked, buried and trapped within this “interminable” infinity
Like tiny drops of pure silk and honey melting into an ocean that swirl from the eternal seat of a source unknown, unfurling with butterflies sucking nectar from flowers
Silently I lay helplessly numb, emotionally stunned at the taste of original beauty
While my heart is frozen
My hands and feet submerged cold
Watching a drop of water slowly gathering into oceans and seas that drift their coolness caressing the shores
These hymns strike chords that send currents of shock waves of eternity into my soul~spinal cord
Ripping my sorrows apart
Washing my soul's slate clean
The fabric of my skin suddenly becomes the template ~molecular workbench of musical strings generating rhythms~inscriptions~symbols unknown
My heart the source of its swing~melody and rhythms that bend sound waves into malleable shapes unseen
Perforating transparent light waves of different rays that intertwine with assorted colors spinning me around as I sink sleeping into this unending infinity
Gradually and quietly diminishing as seeds germinate, sprouting into flowers unfurling their petals to freedom under the eternal liberation ray of the sun’s shield.
Categories:
perforating, on writing and wordsheart,
Form:
Splinters and Beams
Stream of consciousness gleams under stark cover
Agents of psychotropic delusion blur and distort
White dust perforating a septum’s divide
Snuffed cuffed to addiction and stuffed
‘You are your downfall as you trip on your ride’
Little pinpricks endorsing a festering skin
Blisters of sinister conscience molested
‘Told you so that heroin sucks into abuse’
Meth crystals inhaled from a broken light bulb
Reignited beaming gleaming from splinters
‘Serves you right you are the scum of the earth’
Magic fungus mushrooming the doomed mind
From a domed cap on a stalk deluding insight
‘You deserve no better procured your decline’
Mary Jane weeding abysmal sativa salivating
with pleasure bleeding a buzz stoned for the thrill
‘All that hippie stuff why don’t you get real’
Flawed dust - broken needle - splintered neon -
Mouldy ingestion – disjointed joint - slushed drink
I never chased the dragon but fell of the wagon
Quite often imbibed left my shame bashed trashed
Befuddled and resolved against judgement when I now
Tend to sweep my side of the street sober and clean
Your splinter is your chip your own fragmentation
My beam is my joist my scaffold and my crossbar to level
15th April 2018
Categories:
perforating, abuse, addiction, brother, drug,
Form:
Free verse
I left you in the corner of my mind
with teenage memories of my puberty.
I put thoughts of you in a box in the
attic of my recall, along with others from
that time, and there you lay,
settled, gathering dust.
Gathering dust.
I wrapped each memory carefully,
as one would a cut glass; delicate,
trying to keep the stems intact.
Desperate to retain the perfection
yet scared it wouldn't last, and there you stayed,
settled, gathering dust.
Gathering dust.
Years have rusted the recollection;
Once vivid colours of reminiscence
faded in perception, yet you sat
patiently in the corner of my mind,
jostled by accumulating life experiences,
settled, gathering dust.
Gathering dust.
Like some old painting waiting
for restoration, you bided your time.
Then one day in the attic you spoke
my name; you called me from your corner
and into my present came a familiarity;
a recognisable voice perforating the now with then
and it was yesterday again -
I unfold the tarnished tissue paper which
has wrapped the ornate cut glass
memory for so long; carefully, piece
by tattered piece, and there it is,
glistening in glorious perfection;
vibrant still, safely stored,
stem intact.
Categories:
perforating, lost love, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
When I'm pining for the power to yield
Breaking all the branches I seize
Acres for the taking in a forest of mistakes
I can't see for the trees
I level
With the shallow playing field
Dreaming up a blueprint to floor you
Delicately drafting
Inconspicuously crafting
The grand facade before you
Where my art lies
The best is underwhelming
When it comes to helping
How I promised I woul...
So I'm peeking past the pitch of my prime
Modeling the modern stage
Perforating patience with a paradox
In place of where the sophist meets the sage
I level
With the hallowed bottom line
Hopeful like the point of a nail
Architecture fractures
In apocalyptic rapture
Where false frameworks prevail
There my heart lies
The beat is overwhelming
When it comes to helping
How I swore I could
I guess I'm knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood
Excess
Will not lead to progress
Will not let me access
What I learned I should
Rid me of
Termites
Crawling into airtight
Trademarks of my disguise
Make me decide I'm good
When I'm just knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood
© Michal Czechak 2016
Categories:
perforating, art, work,
Form:
Verse
I want to relinquish this stagnant pain.
It has been lurking in my subconsciousness
and perforating my reality for too long.
I try to extricate myself from this servitude
but it sticks to my fingers like resin
whenever I try to discard it. Clinging to my memory
like a limpet to a rock: embedded in my remembrance,
and etched into my history. Niggling, annoying,
irritating, like a loudly-ticking clock.
I want to assuage myself of this recollection.
I have served my penance and paid my dues.
I try to escape this quagmire, but my shoes
capitulate to the quicksand, dragging, dislocating
me from the solid ground of familiarity -plunging me
into the slavery of remembering once more.
Let me relinquish this putrid pain.
It is disabling my forward motion.
I am trapped in the quondam of a past life.
Let me go! Let me let it go!
Stop calling me. I won't answer.
I can't hear you. I won't listen. Go away!.........
Oh blissful silence! Peace from the demolition
of future's construction. I look behind, one last time,
but the ashes of hated memoirs dissipate in my view.
Looking forward now, steps gathering momentum.
Safe from the past, and welcomed by expectation.
Free at last, sure footed in my pursuit of happiness
Categories:
perforating, angst, me, me,
Form:
Free verse
not listening to the lament of
the sea
searching for the infinite depth of
the misty blue eyes
golden strands dancing
on the whitish wind
we stretched
under the happy sky
white sand turning grey
what day is it?
on the edge of words
where silence disappears
pounding black piano keys
palpating the notes of the heart
perforating the window to the soul
she says
it is good Friday
my eyes were blind
then
pierced by the unseen thorns
of the night
violent fires of passion
erupts
in every conceivable
atom
we kissed, good night
like cold fishes
Categories:
perforating, love, good friday,
Form:
Severed breaths:
Inhale Dysphoria,
Exhale the Mania--
Pretend to pretend there is
An In-Between
Without crumpled, sweat-soaked bedsheets
Clutched to cover rib bones peeking out a bit further
Each daynightneverforever,
Their brittle little fingers threaten
Of perforating scribbled, paper canvas skin
(almost)
And Silences, so thick,
Are stuffed with tissues and White Noise--
Because nobody speaks;
Without fingerpaint walls
Where today's Magnum Opus blooms in bluepinkorangeredbrown
(Where tomorrow's Disapproval sits in wait),
Barefoot on a carpet littered with technicolor shreds
of cut up shirts and pants and bras
Glue-sticked to shirts and pants and bras
Planting fleeting thoughts of fashion school in the wake
And of
Re-unalphabetizing the bookshelves.
Playing pretend is therapeutic--
Cognitive-Behavioral therapy said so.
"If you pretty please pinkie promise
To swallow and say 'ahhhh'
Instead of spitting it out again
(like you wish to purge your bitterly dissolving Soul)
Nobody will be urging you to tear your own throat out
(Anymore).
Categories:
perforating, angst, depression, fear, health,
Form:
Free verse
At least for a few hours
An empty corner bends
beneath street lights working overtime
and a bench, cold and lonely,
damp from previous storms
and those threatening,
closing dark curtains
on a weary skyline,
beckons, offering a seat,
hard slats horizontal
last occupied by another
with hopes and dreams
left to wander, wondering why
A black cat crosses my path
and I laugh at its expression
Knowing it believes bad luck
will come of this, little does it know,
I have no path for it to cross,
no destination or planned outcome
Pushing the crosswalk button
again and again
and still it reads don’t walk,
I do as I am told
I feel drowsy as I settle in,
counting cars and flickers of
the faulty neon sign
at the 24 hour tattoo parlor
Where needles aren’t the only thing
spurting ink, perforating skin,
creating a lasting impression
that even a beautiful sunrise
can’t erase as I fall off to a world
that doesn’t seem so bad,
at least for a few hours,
hoping that when I wake
it wakes with me
Categories:
perforating, destiny, dream, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse