Best Pivoting Poems


Premium Member Dear Anxiety, Collaboration With the Silent One

Dear anxiety
Nemesis to my reality,
mental manipulator of tentative trust,
massacring my once sagacious soul -
you cut me into a slice of loneliness.

The fault is in our thoughts,
so I am haunted by the things you never said.
You remain silent to society's subjective eyes,
but a glimpse of a poet's soul shivers,
to these vivid verses held by ghosts -
echoing a repetitive chorus in a cathedral of screams.

I'm an uninvited guest in an audience with you,
so I drink poison in every line I write about you.
These words burn my vocal chords,
but I swallow them anyway,
as my paper heart pumps onyx drops
crying through my veins to heartache's recital
of an infected celestial mind yearning for a remedy.
But life is a cupid cruelty in dulcet disguise,
when your heart is a sinister seashell,
oblivious to potions of omen brewed in pigments of pixie-dust.

You're an unwelcome melody to my mystic,
composing an internal deadly demeanour.
I am the ink stuck in your cage,
dissolving like acid in your controlled carnage,
confined to trembling bleeding intuitions,
lost in corridors of horrific obscure mirrors,
whilst paranoia palpitates in a whirling haze of
magnetic ice warmth, melting my sanity,
amidst crumbling stars that lure cavernous comets
of silver grief to pirouette above frozen seas draped with 
a fluorescent creme of skies.
As oceanic tides of topaz rise and fall, 
flatlined into pewter streams of emptiness.
The moon coruscates in coral blue lies,
passing through intractable phases of trepidation,
abandoning light in black tourmaline nights -
pivoting into a psychedelic trance.

Rainbows fade before we can embrace
their colorful showers drizzling jade jewels
that rhyme with kaleidoscopic kismet,
as life through rose coloured lenses turns
into a provisional poetic manifestation.

If only I could escape this self-inflicted dungeon,
but you pursue like a perpetual predator.
I'll forever expose your oppression through my poems,
confessing how I never asked for this enforced affair.
I know I'm my own storm, I'm my own calm -
I just hope this is the last time I write about you.
Categories: pivoting, angst, anxiety,
Form: Free verse

Sickening

7/9/20
"Sickening"

This is sickening
And quickening
Not at all, what I was envisioning
Nobody listening
Most chickening
Fidgeting
And limiting
Themselves to the point of being crippling
The effects rippling
And tripling
On top of it, we've got social distancing

Still dribbling
I've been chiseling
And scribbling
No matter what has been incoming
Pivoting
And occasionally grimacing

The temperature freezing, cold, mild or sizzling
The weather icy, windy, calm, scorching or drizzling

Clowns continue giggling
Petty people are still belittling
Over every little thing
Not all that riveting
It's becoming uninteresting

Sometimes I sip, sometimes I swig
Sometimes I flip the script
Even though sometimes it's rigged

Before opportunities are shriveling
And dwindling
Got to get it quickly
And differently
Meanwhile all senses are tingling
Categories: pivoting, dark, deep, poetry, rap,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member If It Were the Last Dance

A Tale of The Last Dance

                                      It was the last dance ever 
                                      Orders from the Kingdom Come 
                                      The one with the most golden crown
                                      A dancing queen announces 
                                      The last dance will be thrown 
                                      For all who want a chance
                                      At the grandest gala ever known
                                      The kind that never ends
                                      They’ll wear tap shoes and dance
                                      Hardwood floors stomped on 
                                      By flamenco’s fiery trends
                                      To the rhythmic guitar
                                      Bollywood prancers sing along
                                      To music of the sitar                
                                      Ballerina’s leggy, their silhouettes long
                                      Pivoting and pirouettes in all ten dens
                                      Symbols clicking in their hands
                                      Belly dancers do back bends
                                      Glittered shiny dresses twirl
                                      Day to night transcends
                                      The sky angels are prancing         
                                      We need not have any fears
                                      Feathery, white-pearled wings dancing
                                      A grand illusion it appears 
                                      When in heaven we are two
                                      You’ll play the flute of love
                                      My arms above my head
                                      Cries of happy tears
                                      If it were the last dance 
                                      I’d want to dance it with you
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: pivoting, dance,
Form: Rhyme

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Premium Member Skating Upon Saturns Rings

*                   *            *
                                                                       *          *           *
                                 *           planets psyches
                                        whilst Saturn’s in Pisces
                                  the end of a long journey awaits
                                through the cycles of life she skates 
                             aboard water ice of Saturn’s fragile rings  *
                            spun out of control,  fans gossamer wings
                BECOMING * ———* AN ——*— ENTANGLED — *— — WEB,
                  *  WHENEVER — * SHE — STARTS — TO —* — STRAY — *
                           a--pivoting--death--spiral--a--backward lay
      *                     afraid  in orbit  to show  a little discipline  *
                               she performs  an axel,  with precision 
                     *           time to  let go  of the toxicity,  it is          *
                                    skate or die h a r m o n i c i t y             
                           *            welcoming in challenges 
                                                of  a new age                     
                                                     
                                   *                 *                        *
                                
                      *                                        *            *
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: pivoting, fantasy, planet,
Form: Shape

Premium Member Penetrating Portals

Your eyes arrive on me
like the whips of passion's urgency
wide with white smite encasing eons inflamed in irises,
I feel the tight temperature of they're heated hue, my lust crises rises,
brown autumn burning into ravenous red, seduction's takeover fast overhead,
you've got an angel in one eye, a devil in the other, teammates, temptation led
trouble in your stare and glory in your glare, there's a gamble on your lips
I get an adrenaline hit, I see the misfit, magic in those lids
beauty and banditry bound to fantasy,
hips and slits favoring me,
brash brows and lapping lashes
portals pivoting on our cunning chances,
flawless in flirt, a merciless miracle of attraction,
there's somethin lawless in you woman
got me comin for your lovin -

J.A.B.
Categories: pivoting, beauty, desire, love, lust,
Form: Ballad

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Vying for life, he wades through the deluge

Pivoting on the edge of eternity

Eyes affixed on dark rain-soaked skies 

Visions of glory seen amidst recurrent lighting flashes
~*~ 

7/21/13

For: For CAPTCHA Acrostic Contest
Categories: pivoting, death, hope, life,
Form: Acrostic


Birthplace

Water milk warm
Honey sand so light
The breeze so soothing
Misty air sunshine filled
And your smile is more than just sweet

I am with myself
With seagulls near me
Lost sailors whispering
The sound of waves very calming
And pine trees pivoting in the sea

An escape of a thought
In this domain of freedom
Then crushed by thunder
A rainfall forced rainbow
And this story is salty air carried
Categories: pivoting, beach, birth, city, innocence,
Form: Free verse

The Malkavian - Chapter One - the Embrace - Part One

the alluring subtlety of her curves with each little sway
his basic instincts overflowing from pulsing music and spirits
her attire revealing, leaving little else to the imagination
while her pheromone laced perspiration wafting his way
leads him to eagerly vacate his sedentary position of yearning

his approach stealthy, shadowing her in the rhythmic flailing crowd
her unostentatious heartbeat pulsing ever louder as he draws nearer
discerning her rushing luscious liquid from all others around
changing luminescense reflected in rolling beads of her chest sweat
openly glaring at the flesh confining the valve pumping inside

eyes closed, twirling around, her sensual tornado drawing him in
eyes opened, pivoting stopped, her pursuer's eyes fixated on her
his lavish and sincere visual praising brings about a coy smile
outreached hands taking hold and leading him through the throng
making headway for the exits, her goal the cool, crisp night air

outside the dead night slowly drying up the freshly laid rain
interrupted by the metal on metal clanging sound of the door
protagonist and antagonist, stepping out, hand in hand
their hurried steps implying an itch of a greater magnitude
their hands and lips putting on a public display outside her flat

[ character limit preventing poem from being posted as a single piece - part two quickly forthcoming ]
Categories: pivoting, dark, fantasy,
Form: Narrative

Zealot

Rogue and destitute, 
In dreamlessness I drift
Stolen by the numbness of routine
I lack your acceptance; I crave the pristine

Your pivoting words both lull and dull me
I harden day by day in its power
Though inside, the spark still lives
Gaining ground in an otherwise lost heart

Toil I must
Wait, I trust

Can you not grab hold of life and hurl these material things?
Can you not, for once, be free of control, and instead live?
Can you bear your force upon me with passion,
Instead of stone-faced apathy?

Direct me, and I will flee from all paths 
From all of your torturous machinations
You cannot protect me, destroyer of joy!
Worship your uninspired content,
Your uncurious, indifferent rot

For I must away, 
To the greatness of every day  
To undo this cursed sleep you have inflicted upon me
Awaken me, undress me, and bathe me in secret exhilarations
And do not look on me like one who regrets,
Do not qualm over this uncontrolled zealot who possesses me
For she dresses you, comforts you, enlivens you, completes you
Every great day
Categories: pivoting, adventure, anger, beauty, depression,
Form: Dramatic Monologue

A Slice of Lemon

The plaguing tictocs, of the grandfather clockProduces an electric current upon my skinAwakening cobwebs in my mind like a frockThe horrific chagrin begs the question of sinA subtle distinction mid death and extinctionNot entitled to a timely refund by the kinetic forceA fiery necklace swings upon this skeletal fictionI did refuse the hole, by heralding a sharpened torseAre the moments, beyond this grave season,dreamt of in terrific lucidity,bobbling plum sensesOh the howling of the bawbling ratty eyed demonPeace is divided,as the gathering pain intensesAngular resolutions, well up on pivoting emotions,cutting deeply across time and space saddling,the age old answers of equal but swinging notionsShuddering leathery ribbons, as deaths door is rattlingA sharp Hispanic nard tortures the flaring nostrilsAwaking fatigued, in the hall of ill-reputed womenPraising an opiated green fairy, under doomsday’s till
© John Beam  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: pivoting, addiction, betrayal, death, dream,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Quest

for her sister's one hundredth birthday
      a new sweater purchase from a store blocks away
      a goal coveted, though for the aged, no such thing
                                                as risk-free walking

she believes
       self help springs from iron determination
anchored by her walker, 
     she trudges,
     dismissable pain from battered knees
                                     that grind in bone shrapnel

sapped by the demands of her quest,
her return walk of measured step affliction,
        fatigue eroding
"Should I call police to usher me home?"
        her thoughts like fabric fraying
in the ruling wreckage of movement, willfully overcome

she wraps her sister's white sweater that
        ribbons their legitimacy 
        that hold them together
        curbing minds drifting
        daily quest to fight fading

two sisters, resilient blooms
        to rage at pulls to brokenness 
        to slip what traps the aged
        their undimmed merit in the slow lane
        hardy hearts still beating
        pivoting
        in life flourishing love
        that holds its footing in this world's
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Poem composed: October 3/21
Categories: pivoting, age, dedication, devotion, love,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Bollywood Charm

Exotic perfumes opulent 
Hibiscus and jasmine sentient
Charming flute and sitar entice
Indian chants undulating
Heads pivoting eyes inviting
Warm smiles reminiscent of spice
Voices that throw you in a trance
In a most voluptuous dance
Timing of twirling so precise
Long black waves of ebony hair
Swaying through the sumptuous air
Sweet frangipanis caressed thrice

Exotic perfumes opulent
Most seductive graceful movement
Colorful sari paradise
Hand caresses so alluring
Romantic moves hypnotizing
Expressive beguiling eyes slice
Through melodic extravagance 
Beckoning magic’s elegance  
Playing on heart strings that suffice
Such flair as spry as pure prayer 
Let your soul embark if you dare
Swirls of sensuous bounty twice 

Hibiscus and jasmine sentient 
Charming flute and sitar entice
Exotic perfumes opulent



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~NAMASTE~ 2020

AP: 3rd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2021

Submitted on April 29, 2020 for contest STRAND PICK H sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 3RD

on January 31, 2019 for contest 2019 POETRY MARATHON MILE 14 sponsored by MARK TONEY

and May 30, 2018 for contest HUTINASHRO sponsored by CONNOR LOTTS
Categories: pivoting, dance, flower, music, romantic,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Boxer

BOXER

The late October day
marked the last of the tragic
encounters framed by the ropes
he preferred to the streets where a 
journeyman boxer needs more than
taped hands for the troubles he sees

There had been no title shot, no top
ten ranking, just fifteen years of blows
to the body, to the head, to the soul - 
volcanic eruptions, fissures and 
earthquakes, myriad tremors in the
plate tectonics of the fist-pummeled
brain 
He needed sixty more seconds of glaring
bright lights and a bored, bloody crowd
in a small-time arena in a town far away

Sensing his moment, he slipped to the
right, flicked two stinging jabs, bobbing
and weaving, then three quick strikes and
a pivot to the left that put him flat on his
feet for a violent combination with a 
killing uppercut that soothed the roar in
his head, reduced the blur in his vision,
sent the menacing shadow to the canvas
for the count then left him out on the
sidewalks working, breathing hard,
dancing and pivoting like a big circus
bear, punching the air on a cold
afternoon before wary passing 
strangers who tried not to notice,
in a town far away!
Categories: pivoting, age,
Form: Free verse

One Speaks Aloud

Soul stripped.

Flesh ripped. 

Hope lost.

Time moves on not heeding the cost.

Hurt buried aside in the ditch.

Anger flares like a flip of the switch.

Fist tenses,
Wrenching blood from within.
Fingers pawing at the line of life,
White with streaks of red pressed flesh.
Ghost pepper strongly inhaled,
Nose like a waterfall over the lips.
Eyes clenched as tears meet sweat of the brow.
Foot tapping unceasingly faster,
Knee and leg exaggerating the attack.
Yoke across shoulders crunching bones.
Arms crossed, torso giving to gravity.
Pores gushing both hot and cold.
Mind races with head pivoting,
Circular on it's axle.

Soul?  The soul dancing???  How cruel...

Mouth ajar in disbelief.  
Tongue scratching to arise from it's lair.
Cheeks numbing,
Throat choked.

The beat of the soul continues...

Mind dampens.
Heart weakens.
Gut set to purge.

Soul keeps dancing... 

Heart, mind and gut can't hear the rhythm.
Body jolts in knee-jerk spasms.
Face curls in anger, 
Nose crunches cheeks,
Upper lip cliffs out over teeth,
Brow furrows, slanted cynically.

Mind perks up seeking to undermine...

Logic with misdirection lined.
All except the soul act as one.
The body relaxes, the masquerade begun.
"Nothing ever did transpire,
There is no real reason for this angst and mire."
Lungs breath a sigh of relief,
Heart makes off in the night like a thief.
Outward appearance turns abruptly calm.

The soul leaps up, raising an outward palm...

"Stop this at once! We've done this before!
Leading only to hunger, depression, and gore."
Soul connected to the source of life,
Reaches through the smoke of daunting strife.
Louder and louder the truth is yelled,
Mind, gut, heart and body remain uncompelled.

Suddenly, a piercing touch from without,
Skewers the essence of each with doubt...

The soul is a right a truth must break,
A two way mirror reflecting a fake.
The mind is steadfast not willing to commit.
The heart is frozen as opposed to lit.
The gut uneasy in volcanic burn.
Body's composure lost in a violent turn.

The soul is heard, the unforgiven must cave,
History includes a pain never forgave.
Voice it aloud all five parts of being proclaim...
"Release, us at once, from this torture and maim!"
Categories: pivoting, abuse, anger, betrayal, child
Form: Narrative

Meadow of Love

I wake each morning to be greeted by your face
The opitomy of splendour, and the entire human race.
Your hair sparkles with delight, like a radiant Aphrodite
And each day in your presence, i praise the Lord God Almighty.

Your fragrance engulfs the room, reminiscent of an english meadow
And i watch you dress for work, and think what a lucky fellow.
From the moment i glanced across the bar, and saw you pivoting upon that stool
My duty was that of a knight, protecting the Tower of London Crown Jewels.

My eternity is to be spent dwelling in tranquility with you
The guardian of your soul, and everything you do.
You are my soul mate, lover, companion and friend
And together we shall journey through the meadow of majestical no end!
Categories: pivoting, friendship, love, passion, romance,
Form: Rhyme
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