Best Quicksand Poems
cobblestones of quicksand
tapestries of oil
teardrops of marble
left out to boil
fingerprints of tree sap
diamonds of wood
ceilings of water
- not what it should
sea breeze of fire
windmills of stone
whispering of evergreens
as I stand alone
Today I see how life can
change drastically.
Yesterday I was ready to
Iive my dreams.
But today I'm stuck in
quicksand.
I can't breathe and I'm
suffocating.
It's closing in all around
my heart and soul.
But I see a bright light but
it's going dim right before
me eyes.
I want to trust in the the
light but darkness is
caving in.
Where is everyone?
I'm trying hold on but
each grip I take it crumbles
before me.
Where is my family and
friends?
I'm stuck in quicksand on
a deserted island.
I need shelter from this storm
that's brewing all around me.
I don't want to be in this
God forsaken place but
I can't move.
How can life change so
fast?
If anybody is out there
listening in a faraway land.
If you're there please help
me I can't breathe.
I'm falling fast and the darkness
is drowning up the dim light.
Alexis Y.
2-26-16
Pandemonium threatens the land . . .
we woke up and it's not Disneyland.
Congress can't make a plan,
they're just kicking the can
Down the road; we are all on quicksand.
Copyright, November 16, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
I first stepped into the quicksand
When I was only twenty-one
My girlfriend missed two cycles
My college years were not yet done
I doubled up on my courses
While working late into the night
And started sinking into the quagmire
Cuddling my daughter nice and tight
I sunk into it even deeper
When two sons then came along
A house with a mortgage
Credit cards to pay the throng
My job became an anchor
Adding weight to my sinking ship
But instead of calling out for help
I simply bit my bleeding lip
Muck was up to my neck
When college tuitions came pouring in
But I knew, for my children,
To do less would be a sin
My loved ones standing near me
Didn’t seem to notice me disappear
Suffocating in the deluge
Was my most horrific fear
When my head was finally covered
And my world went dark as night
I heard sounds of a helicopter
I heard beeping and saw a light
The doctor who woke me up
Said, “You had a heart attack
You must climb out of the quicksand
If you want your life to come back”
Then I learned to see the joy
In what I thought was ballast weight
I learned to share some of my burdens
And not carry them all upon my plate
I learned how to reach my hand out
To other hands that were always there
And I left my life of quicksand
Burying within it all despair
"Quicksand"
In the dark shadows of my mind ...
memories ache from love's heartbreak
lost in sweet surrender
fell into the "venus fly trap" of a pretender
swallowed by emotions lake
a volatile earthquake
In the dark shadows of my mind ...
In the misty corridors of my soul ...
scars exist wounded by love's kiss
as passions overflowed
deceived by lying seeds sowed
magnetic charms drawn to false abyss
a fantasy of illusions bliss
In the misty corridors of my soul ...
In the blackened hole of my heart ...
lies destructive band of love's quicksand
a pedestal crumbles; broken
a veil of pain; unspoken
flaming embers slowly fanned
tears cascading in cupped hand
In the blackened hole of my heart ...
*For SKAT'S BROKENESS Contest ...
emotions
flying in my
mind screaming
and asking to stay
but i say no and refuse
because they fray all happy
pure thoughts that remain in my
mind for instance as a child my mother
would braid my hair. the sun would heat the
ground and i would look at my toes in antisapation
of going outside to be with my siblings so when the last
rubberband would strike my hair i'd close my eyes wait for
her smell of white diomonds hear her whisper in my little ear
'all done' then i would run out to play. emotions flying in my mind
screaming and asking to stay but i say no and refuse because they
fray all happy pure thoughts that remain in my mind.
Lazy feels like quicksand
that can't afford to move.
And everything it's pulling down
won't have a price to prove.
Quicksand Bird - Haiku
quicksand folds over
final wave of wing, good-bye
bird succumbs, day ends
I forget what form of poetry this is (wrote it for English class a while back.)
Swallow within your own, Panic!
Wriggling in its strong grasp, Suffering!
Subdued beneath its murk, Frantic!
Twitching weakly with hope, Flickering!...
Peacefully captive lost soul, Unspoken…
Recalling events long past, Ebbing…
Neglected feelings pour out, Broken .
© Samir Georges
2007
eyes gently dreaming
eclipse parable parades
our moments in love
Woke up this morning with blood on my hands.
Blood as red as the fire that burns these lands.
And its not the thought of what created these wounds,
but the thought that my fall will not end soon.
Like a shriveled rose, lost to the wind,
is my body to decompose and then become pinned.
For the ones that are mourning, bury me slowly.
While saying goodbyes, in their dark, truthful beauty.
So there is beauty in my slow fall through quicksand.
Not all the world has burned, and that i find grand.
For this morning i woke with blood on my hands,
only to wash away the flames and start again.
Quicksand
Written: 5-8-16
“Staring at a rose bush from a distance
It’s truth hid behind its beauty
Falling off a cliff, hoping you might be catched
Knowing deep down, he never will
His perspective on life had me falling
I fell into a quicksand pit,
Didn’t realize I was sinking
Months went by without knowing
Certain songs played strangled my brain
They told me that time could solve this
Curious about its purpose, yet blank stare
Brain disconnected from my heart
My time and feelings were swept away
Broom of memories all in a picture now
Thoughts of affection together would poison me
Expectations of the future would shatter my heart
He’s in love with someone else,
Those loves songs are for a different circuit
All those heart pounding moments,
Were just pointless exercises on your heart
Circumstances, timing, and judgement
Those things will always be glued to him
Take a step back, and unleash yourself
There’s other dogs in the park to love”
On a silent journey,
I walked into the forest.
Within the dark,
A silhouette crept me out.
Suddenly I stumbled
And fell into a quicksand pit.
A cry for help—
No one to hear.
The more I struggled,
It pulled me deeper and deeper.
When I couldn’t breathe anymore,
I gave up the fight.
Slowly, it released me,
Letting me float.
Desperate and crazed,
I tried to swim with force—
Only to sink again.
So I stayed calm.
I did not cry.
I tried my best
To reach the shore.
Slowly, gently,
I rolled myself free,
Breathing a sigh of relief.
And I realized:
Sometimes all I need
Is to do my best—
And wait for time.
In chaos I found calm,
In silence I found strength.
Through the dark forest I walked on,
Until the sun came down,
Lighting my path anew.
( This poem is also posted on medium for wide range audience under the pen name Trishila, for more poem and stories you can follow me on medium website as well)
Like sands of thought, a whirlpool's dizzy spins
and holes of black, where not a prayer escapes,
the gravity ~ temptation's lurid sins,
while empty vacuums fill and chaste guilt drapes.
While strung...there draws a bow that sheds a tear
on sweet vibrato's last remembered breath,
now echoes in the breast that held you near
and haunting dreams that can't accept your death.
Such blame...the trembling mirror held,
not far enough to see reflected truths,
yet close enough to feel the growing swells,
remembering the hopes when we were youths.
I languish in the quicksand of my thoughts,
where every lingering memory was wrought...
Like quick sand and her looks
Poetry is deep within;
Not until the SOS moment dawns
You realize how futile your exercises are.
With wanton mischief
I entered those innocuous looking waters...
After I stepped in, out of infatuation,
It stuck me,
no use struggling
I submit to her ... still and silent
Any effort to the contrary
Would only multiply my misery.