Best Raveling Poems
~ JOURNEY to the center of me!~
Yield upon this blissful moment!
In, a cutting-edge welcoming,
This minute can only maintain-
Yesterday’s journey~ Desire~
The world inside my head, can think,
Deeper than a dream;
Up till now, anticipation has hovered my present thoughts
Day becomes night,
Night becomes day,
In a cave, I call my insanity.
Hallucination, raveling inside my head,
I sit where my thoughts entwine with my elusive slumber.
Everything inside of me is lucid and lost in madness.
I perceive the proper perception;
to think is only a thought.
Today’s journey~ Sensation~
Barren thoughts never exit the aggression in my mind.
I stand among the crying thunder locked within my head.
Of sweet flower they arise and bloom, above all shores,
I embrace the beauty of my deepest emotion.
Sands of time litter within my walls!
My thoughts sit and wait!
Minimizing themselves down to a speckled dot.
They are a few, sweet and creepy,
Those grab my attention,
Tomorrow’s journey~ Pleasure~
Passion wilting upon yesterday’s memory.
Concentrating and unraveling every single knot.
And, still I go back and give that one look.
A hot steamy want, judged by my brainwaves.
Notions, follow a path and indulge with no escape.
Danger escapades into a naughty reflection, "I am my own diversion!"
My thoughts are thoughtless as they can be.
Brittle and little like you and me!
Still my journey continues to emerge with all the thoughts found in the center of me.
Everyday's journey~ Begins with………Determination……
by;pd
R andom radicals rush rip-roariously on ward
O nerously oggling on-lookers abroad
A nnealing axle-grease atop ankle-high boots
D eliberately dashing dilettante seekers
T raveling tenaciously toward tree-lined detours
R oad rage roars, racers recline, rear-wheels wheelie
I mprobable instances intoxicate incalculable intensity
Probably, they'd get there alive!?
S irens sound
E mptiness emanates extravehicular extemes
N ickle-plated, nonentities now
D eath, death, dangles
I nsanities inane inference
N ickle-plated, nonentities now
G one.
Contest:GROOVE IT ! Free Poetry Contest Details
Style: Heavy Metal
Date:10/9/13 revised
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
M eandering through a maze of feelings
Y ou wash,cleansing as you sweep them afar
T raveling through the ducts you come cascading
E ach crystalline drop glistening and warm
A llowing release to ragged nerves and emotions
R eleasing pain or irrepressible joy and
S oftly and silently you flood your gates and appease
~*~
By Annalise
For: H.G. Harvey "A Tear Personification", Contest.
Poetry Soup One can learn how to write better in a group
Emotions about words will jump through a hoop
Traveling through my finger tips doing a loop to loop
Reading and writing is what I do to recoup
Yearning to be better each day will make me regroup.
Special friendships are made Over time I prayed
Under your time and aid
Poems come from many words we played.
Date Written:8/10/2022
3 Place
Note: Name Rhyme
POETRY SOUP BEYOND ITS NAME Poetry
Contest Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
Dare we wear the frocks of an old year’s passing
into the new… threaded deeds overlapping?
Or bare we anew on fresh laden free wings
the beckoning’s to come of much newer things?
Shall we leave behind what’s said and done
or let them follow… raveling threads undone?
As the coming year, now, knocks at our doors
shall we journey unburdened to newfound shores?
Our inner self charged with tasks overbearing
discarding the cloaks of last year’s wearing
A few days to spend lamenting past distractions
prayerfully packing for the coming attractions
How beautiful the thoughts of renewed attiring
hopes and dreams budding with faith aspiring
© Debra Squyres 2013
May the coming New Year bring you all that you need
and may love always resided within your heart's door
Happy New Year to one and all !!
E ach Wednesday evening we eat soup and bread,
A simple meal like one our Savior ate.
S upping with dear and closest, trusted friends,
T aking the food to meet His coming fate.
E very one is regretfully afraid,
R ealizing that our loved Savior dies.
R evolted that our own dark, grievous sin
I s causing Him to ride to His demise.
T raveling fearfully with Him to His doom
U ntil his death on Cross on Black Friday.
A ll of us mourn and sorrow by the tomb.
L ooking to promise we'll see Him again.
S unday brings that most astounding vision.
He has risen!! Our Christ is arisen!!
By: Joyce Johnson
Entered in Linda-Marie's Easter contest
ROCK PAPER SCISSORS
I heard that somewhere in India they say ‘stone paper scissor’
And my bible says they stoned James to death,
I am hoping I am not to be stoned, for what I would say
And I pray the Angels may ‘bear me up in their hands, lest I dash mine feet against a stone’
In life we face these three stages, rock paper scissors
And in each of these three their two opposite outcomes
Either you cry or celebrate, regardless of your will
But it all start with a thought
Once thought life is a fantasy, follow suit, the legends did it this way
They suffered the consequences and here they lay
If you get that piece of paper, you are guaranteed of heaven
Out of the blue you are cut out of the list
Like you are the paper, life becomes your scissor
She was a beauty, like an angel walking on earth
Just before she could say a word she bites her lips and does the slow blink
And the calm wind swindles her rubies dress, her name was Perth
John charges himself to woe not to bethink
And like a pair of scissors, malfunctioning, he was crushed
Like a rock she never shed
When he was a kid, he had a dream about being a rock star
In those fancy clothes he would bling
Like them at the top with a cigar
But as they do, they left him raveling
Scavenging the poor him to skinless
Suffocating in a paper, breathless
Falling rock like a meteor
R ambling on down a road that leads to nowhere
O ther people passing on their way to dead-end jobs
A llways looking for that elusive road less travelled
D etours sending us past another mansion owned by snobs
T raveling across the country without a map nor destination
R elying on our whims to guide us each new day
I ndependence is a town and our behavioral objective
P lenty of room in our van if you want to join us along the way
Well in being and substance
Entertainment of any form easily attainable
All enjoyed by a peaceful mind
Limitations escape through the chimney of prosperity
Traveling at will to visit places of choice
However, the human needs still remain insatiable.
Creating a romantic poem in the streets of Rome
Reading a book tucked away in a comfy nook
Eating ice cream in the middle of my dream
Arriving on time when it didn’t cost a dime
Traveling to exotic places to meet new friendly faces
Invigorating spa while drinking margaritas through a straw
Visiting an art gallery instead of laboring for my salary
Inventing clever toys to give away to girls and boys
These are just a few of the many things I love
You should see me when I’ve had a beer dangling from my chandelier
AP: 2nd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2023, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on January 21, 2019 for contest WORD PLAY sponsored by BOBBY MAY - RANKED 3RD
She felt horrible both inside and outside
Her anger gathered with years of age
Her loose belly, the epicenter of her appearance tried hard to hide from the mirrors
Avoided hard the laughing ears
But all in vain, for the whispering spears
Stabbed her anywhere she appeared
Maybe its the raveling inside that caused the most pain
Her mind and her heart had lost the equilibrium
Dull harmony and null happiness occupied the space
Sour with each new dawn
Suspended from the shameful branches of life
C runching sounds erupt from beneath
H umbling voices of satisfaction
E rupt within your mouth
E mbroidering the taste of cheese
S mooth atonement immerse your tongue
E ngrossing it with calmness and amazement
C heese croissant is what we behold
R oaming in the plate as it awaits
O ne to come and bight into it
I n order to fill the person with its love
S laving salvation for moments
S laughtering its creatures for a while
A s the person enjoy every second with it
N oticing every speck of food baked
T raveling the distances far beyond...
Zombie:
Cold, weak, and no aim I break through the large coffin I was buried in. the black, soft soil washes over me as my heavy putrid limbs graze the rusted nails beneath them.
Coated in the rotten stench of death I rise with militant.
My emotionless fridge eyes glare at the cemetery.
Nothing, no feeling comes over me.
As I walk my tough skin rips raveling yellow veins and disintegrating muscle, yet no blood circulates from my gaping wounds.
Hunger consumes me, human flesh thrives me.
My restless body wonders from its shallow empty grave.
I have become a lifeless zombie.
Raveling bare knees
with gnarled hands.
Why you did not want to wear the clothes
in human chain ?
Seeking the refuge redundantly under
the wings of frugal maternity,
in trance ? The strangeness never dies.
The words were hollow, the shrines
empty. Who will go after the breast bone ?
Was it a derogratory remark to ask for the
name of a lame duck who was going
to commit a friendly suicide ?
Satish Verma
BETTER
B asic needs of life
E nvoluing every force
T aking up every space
T raveling
E nduring
R eciprocating life
6/11/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
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