Best Repulsing Poems
The old pictures,
borders coiled like dried autumn blades,
give only glances.
A youthful laugh, unheard now,
a sun long set on that certain day.
I try to piece it together,
the scent of the salt air then,
the weight of a hand in mine.
But the details drop,
like sand through open fingers.
There are times, sharp and sudden,
a song on the radio, a particular shade of blue,
that spark a phantom voice.
But the full narrative,
it recedes.
It's as if a mild current
is often pulling,
repulsing the fine lines,
blending the vibrant colors
into something softer, less defined.
"Memories buried in the wavering wash of time,"
they are there, I know,
just down below, harder to touch.
Like old tokens at the bottom
of a changing, sunlit stream.
And perhaps that's the blessing,
the tender fading,
leaving only the essence,
the warm hum of what once was,
not the sharp pain of what's gone.
Categories:
repulsing, memory,
Form:
Free verse
I could be less positive of time's resolving karma
without not(not) as negative
binomially defining
what is not polynomial not
and what must be more positive
you see, or not.
This double negative binding positive
hurts my bicamerolling brain
intuiting what is not Right
deducing what could be Left
to permacultural imaginings
balancing economies with ecologic
synaptic sap reversing
not aptic snap
fusing neural patterns
of polynomial permaculturing positions
overwhelming this knot of double nots.
To be
is to belong meta-diastolic,
I hope a positive existential phenomenon,
whatever that might mean.
But, too long this longish longing
is not to not be,
it is simply a not
waiting for a second;
to not not long
incarnates belonging grace
and not not karmic knots
in negative implicating space
without a proper polynomial place
for knotish naughty
not not negative integrity.
Karma double-masks what grace uncovers
as incarnation reverses back
toward naked origin of well-wombed undouble-knotting fetus,
DNA enscribing nurture's primal covenant,
warm and fertile buddha-care.
Uncovered human nature
erupts through Janus-masked cocoon
discovering nature's
uncovering intuition of polyculturing unity;
and competitive not,
hidden within ego-defensive
cognitive dissonance,
immune instinct
repulsing tied-up distinctions.
Biting into life's positive oysters
risks gnashing knotty pearls.
Categories:
repulsing, confusion, culture, math, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
I look out my window
at the perfect sunset
but see nothing
as my heart is breaking.
Everything that was once beautiful
is now dreadfully repulsing
as all the light in my world is gone,
ripped from me in a horrid way.
I look out my window
at the kids playing
and envy them.
I'm only a kid,
why can't I be happy and carefree
like them?
Categories:
repulsing, sad, teen,
Form:
Free verse
Away with your joy, I don't want such a commodity.
For all I have lived, I've only known the dark,
The gloomy, bitter and the bad.
They all say they want to be happy,
They explain ecstasy, like explaining the taste of ambrosia
To a person who has never had the sense of taste
Just as the blind man can't think of colors nor miss the rainbow,
I am alien to your warmth, brightness
And sweetness and good
Don't bring me into your "paradise",
For it will be my hell.
A prison of spring, scents,
Flowers, sunrises and sunsets
Is repulsing enough.
For in my "hell" of darkness
Of emptiness and unexplained feelings
I am free, I dream of blank and it suffices me
Categories:
repulsing, deep, emotions, faith, happiness,
Form:
Gbomogbomo {The Kidnappers}
Most rebellious Mangroves limbs aloof
Straddle the leprous ocean swamp,
Here, no room for German bridge,
And no passage for slippery marble tarmac;
Clashes of mysterious legs on the steppping stones,
In the repulsing reeking creeks, hide pearl big guns
Aimlessly whip to drum ricocheting report;
And hailed everlasting to shatter pater-familiar
Bloody dripping flesh and blast scatter bones,
To enrich the coral rough oil soil of bunkering.
Categories:
repulsing, sea
Form:
Free verse
If leaden skies above you, responsive
As brass, are mocking your anguish’d heart cries,
Repulsing all resolution efforts;
Your angels holiday, while Father God
Seems distracted -- higher priorities
Eclipsing yours – Would this be the reason
You sit stranded on this park bench broken
Beside the path you once sojourn’d upon?
I know that He sent me to offer hope.
A savior I’m not, nor healing savant,
But a compassionate heart, listening
Ear, called alongside to steady your
Steps. Take my hand, walk with me, discover
His Invitatio to Gratia.
Categories:
repulsing, encouraging, relationship,
Form:
Sonnet
The wind slithered through my skin
The ambient lights darker up top
My heartbeat pumping heat through your lungs
I’m shrieking, butterflies in chaos
It's 11 pm, cold mountains, city lights
We were above all, like how we should be
Conversations went from silly to earnest
Two inches closer, my yearning’s replete
While we’re playing the present
My mind ponders the future
No kidding, we are it
I live without blueprint, you came in an imprint
My love, my promise may be inkless
My pledge may not come in certificate
Assurances could be vague
Please don’t doubt, living is pointless if it’s you without.
These episodes of allure around us may fade
But what we have, who we were, how we will be
Is visceral to the grave where I’ll lay with glee
Come what may, you and I will know no eerie.
For now, hold my hand and drive down steep
Feel the shivering breeze or taste my warmth
Hell may let go, but not I
My love is compelling, repulsing you the goodbye.
Categories:
repulsing, destiny, devotion, happiness, love,
Form:
Free verse
I believe great political
and psychological
and spiritual
and natural transitions
are places of deep learning
opportunity,
with concomitant risk;
responsible for co-opportunities
with authority for absorbing
and repulsing degenerative competing risks.
These great transitions,
like weddings
and births
and deaths
and elections
and changes from winter toward summer
are yin-death of one thing
into yang-birth of another,
a commencement into regenerate opportunity,
decomposing multilateral historical risks.
This great transitioning political season wheel
turns through psychological reasons,
trusts and distrusts,
circling revolutionary around
creolic nature-spirit stories
of creation
with concomitant decomposition,
Yang opportunity
with multilateral Yin risks of devolution
reversion
co-arising.
Within this Tao wheel of regenerativity
are great transitioning edges,
where evolutionary change
emerges more revolutionary noticed.
Great transitional edges
are landscapes
wherein climate double-boundaries
between death
and embryonic birth
grow transparently thin
and bilaterally spacetime translucent.
Categories:
repulsing, birth, caregiving, change, integrity,
Form:
Prose Poetry
A beneficial mediation for the mind...
being immersed in peaceful thought,
seeing clouds drift towards sunset,
imagining places pristine and wild.
On a shining rock facing the breezy West,
I lay whispering what comes naturally...
to make a connection with the Almighty;
I praise His creations being laid down to rest.
Colors are lively images of the fading evening,
the slower the ruddy sun reaches the horizon,
the stronger the jasmines smell without repulsing...
picturesque valley, tarry much longer and glisten.
Feeling and looking happy and so serene inside,
I breathe in and out to let gladness overwhelm me...
looking in a certain direction with my glance of intensity
to connect with the spectacular planets that seem to glide.
Let this face glow without denying its deserved joy,
let my contemplation carry me to the ends of infinity
to bring back healing secrets Mankind never discovers...
see me immersed in peaceful thought among marigolds!
Categories:
repulsing, happiness, love, me, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Winter is slamming my lovely town with an ice storm,
giving it a resemblance of an alpine village
not nestled in pines, but with bigtooth aspens so tall;
I should be at work today, not wallowing in rage.
The backyard trees are weighed down
by the icy snow, and they are about to break;
using caution is to avoid a death-trap...
even a red-breasted blackbird uses intuition.
Winter is slamming my lovely town with an ice storm;
it once was so sunny with kids ridings on rolling skates,
before this dreadful wheather stepped in to punish them all,
taking charge and bringing, with its wrath, drastic changes.
Plenty of snow to shovel, until late night with a will so reluctant;
my head hurts and my nose runs and sneezing is frequent...
I have a cold, and the remedy is tea with lemon and honey,
do you have any suggestions how to end my misery?
Winter is slamming my lovely town with an ice storm, repulsing spring's advances,
and February is a reputed villain conspiring, not making concessions;
impassive and imposing on a love-sick's kindness, worsening his stress....
to deny him empathy, embattling itself and not restoring calmness.
Categories:
repulsing, nature, sad, sea, seasons
Form:
Quatrain
I am repulsed by his obscure taste in music,
Even his chauvinism of the female gender.
I loathe the obscene sexual statements,
Along with his entire demeanor.
I can't stand his dry joking nature,
Topped witha an arrogant, course laugh.
I detest the fact he thinks he’s so smart,
Endlessly bragging about his A in Math.
I dread the stab he brings my swollen heart,
When he spits remarks that would sting any bee.
I can’t bear when he knows he's in the wrong,
Then gives the look he always gives me.
I hate when he’s away,
I hate when I’m near him.
I don't like his hair grown out,
Or even when he gets a trim.
It disgusts me the way he Eats,
Drinks,
Or Breathes.
Repulsing me with his Eyes,
Teeth,
Mouth,
And Nose.
I hate him all just the same,
From his head
down
to
his
toes.
I even hate the fact I hate him.
My repugnance no one will ever know.
My abomination for him makes no sense,
For I really, truly love him so.
Categories:
repulsing, lovehate, hate, me,
Form:
Free to be an owl-
Nightmarish clues at dawn-
The sunrise 'death distorting
A kind and lonely soul.
Free to kill for hunger
In moonlight's smiling poison.
The lasting dream re-occurring
A hummingbird in prison.
Free to be mysterious-
Lethal games with mice.
Repulsing limbs accusing
The need to throw the dice.
The blinds are shut forever,
Maternal instincts cry.
Free to kill the echo...
The bird will ever fly?
Categories:
repulsing, life, nature, social
Form:
Quatrain
I live in a world of emerald green
fire whose embers burn.
For too long now all I have seen
is that color of which I yearn
to be free.
The passion flames lick my soul
its kisses searing hot.
While in my head thunder rolls
as my heart begins to rot.
Green flames flicker cross my view;
their ashes form my tears.
For I cry each time I see you,
and I cringe when you are near.
My heart has cracks and holes-
wounds from repulsing fire.
And through bullet wounds escaped my soul,
abandoned in muck and mire.
What I cannot have is all I desire
and therefore I cannot escape
the fire.
Burning forever and a day
never leaving me to go on
my way.
So my vision shall always be
tinted green.
Tainted with
jealousy.
Categories:
repulsing, lost love, sad, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
coy
shy, skittish
inveigling, inviting, enticing
appeal, allure, impudent, impertinent
repelling, revolting, repulsing
cocky, cheeky
bold
Categories:
repulsing, feelings, perspective,
Form:
Diamante
A restricted freedom is not
a true freedom at all...
to allow the mind to think less;
keeping with wishes will not
endow you with the power
you pursue and without a good cheer
and a bit of fortune you seem powerless
in the meteoric hemisphere
as the mistress jumbles...
in her untidy emotions:
submitting your confusion in the meshes
of disorder without merit or deserving praise!
A free nation shares her enormous harvest
without distinction or meticulous handout,
or mending its ways with a meretricious disposition:
to give an illusive luster to its adversity; and menace
truly lies in those untruthful promises
that are quickly changeable when authority is grasped...
to allow the mind to think less, not to carry on its quest,
and before a reprimand, it imposes punishment!
A fair nation is not that tyrant rending peace and trust;
repulsing the merciful demands without consideration!
Allow the mind not to think less,
but let the impulse be stronger and insuppressible,
and if the mighty hand imputes, be ready for the improbable:
the incumbent Caesar gathers his troops to smash
the ideas that snarled his anger towards renaissance,
and driving them off he repels a greatness
that could replete his dark palace with sun-light!
And you the repressed ones, don't repose in silence,
or rescind what was denied, but oppose and fight...
with a courage and a dignity so admirable!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
repulsing, socialfreedom,
Form:
Dramatic Verse