Best Resurfaced Poems
Is there an eternal metaphor for love?
Is forever a sinful oath abandoned in
an archive of poems with alienated alliteration.
Hidden behind simile and ironic verses?
Why does human interference place
an unwanted label on romance and dignity,
like a social butterfly and the tramp.
These oxymorons become lost in translation,
to simple minds with misinformed ideologies.
Emotions are felt through a balance that
define the impact of words and actions.
Principles of legitimacy have no eyes.
Lust is an internal bonfire,
a fragile candle dripping in wax,
burning the beginning of an end,
a cursed chalice emanating feelings long dead.
Carnal desire is a luscious psycho,
trying to balance splitting paranoia.
Trust is a double edged dagger,
when an asylum of triggers are resurfaced
through crimson, clementine and chalk flashbacks.
We all suffer from immemorial ghosts.
Life gives no refund for regret,
It knows our destiny is death.
Loss leads to a motionless existence,
where bloodstained ivory feathers of the fallen
float in the air from wounded warriors,
whose hearts have crumbled from betrayal.
We never forget the sound of heartbreak.
There is only one immortal emotion.
Love is a silent saviour,
reality in a world of virtual insanity.
Where petals and pearls paint hues of pastel peaches,
creating a psychedelic poetic heaven.
An enchanted melody with waves of serenity,
reflecting ivory shades from
the last phase of the blood moon.
Because some things last beyond time.
Categories:
resurfaced, angst, emotions, love,
Form:
Free verse
French trader Tavernier in a greed-inspired way
Glared at an idol of a temple in Mandalay
Prying a gem from its eye socket, a curse prevailed
Tavernier died bankrupt soon after making the sale
Louis XIV bought the stone, 1668
A gift to his mistress, Louis had it cut heart-shape
For dabbling in Black Magic, this madam was burned
A century passed with the curse’s power unlearned
The diamond was then bestowed on Marie Antoinette
For wearing it with boastful pride, Marie lost her head
She lost respect from the commoners of her nation
This gem has since been linked to the French Revolution
Cut far smaller, the gem resurfaced, 1830
When a London banker bought the rock of infamy
Henry Thomas Hope survived; the curse appeared to break
For 70 years the Hope Diamond’s wrath lay in state
A Hope heir’s marriage collapsed; his wife evoked the curse
As she foretold, subsequent owners’ fates would be worse
French broker Jacques Colot went mad, suicide his road
Sultan “Abdul the Damned,” insane after being deposed
Then to an American the Hope Diamond was sold
Washington Post owner Maclean watched horrors unfold
Other household members died, but it was Maclean’s son
Ten years old, struck by a car, his Dad’s mind came undone
Ultra-light ray tests caused the mystery diamond to glow
With safety in mind, Hope’s eerie stone found a new home
It remained locked on display in the Smithsonian
Could it be to blame for all that’s wrong in Washington?
Tragedy also tied to raiders of King Tut’s tomb
Perhaps lessons can be gleaned from those who met their doom
Robbing temples, burial sites, outcomes always bad
Greedy souls’ quests for wealth can leave them totally mad
So don’t expect me to purchase a diamond in the rough
Considering this gem’s history, a sandstone’s quite enough
Categories:
resurfaced, history, mysterylost, hope, lost,
Form:
Quatrain
She walked along the warm and salty beaches of a Bahamian dream, while the radiance of the suns kiss danced on her honey baked skin quickly painting a caramel hue of beauty. She illustrated the kind of beauty that his wonderings were just surreal of the real queen he crowned. She was not the usual epitome of the beholder, but in his eyes, she permeated his soul that soaked through every space once filled with fantasies of melancholy that were nightmares of a dream. She restored his happiness that was void but had been resurfaced by her glorious existence.
Now he did not quite showcase the handsomeness of the handsome but in her eyes he caught the salty streams that walked down her face many times but now exhibiting hope of despairs fear of joy and peace of a piece of his lost but resuscitated heart. With future wonderings, they are their personal personnel of the task, job hired by the almighty of heavenly white without any shades of pink slips between iridescent fingers entangled as one beautiful piece of lace that laces their hearts. Their destiny is only determined by an infinite possibility of infinity that may be…or not.
Categories:
resurfaced, destiny, together,
Form:
Free verse
We wander through so many gardens,
doting robins, ignoring the crows.
Our personal oasis is an unfinished poem.
Plastic flowers may last longer, but their dead scent,
cannot compare to freesia and frangipani.
In fading grey sunset,
I crumble, crouching in musk air.
An arch frame with withered wood skin
and paint peeling in need of black dye,
but still Shalimar honeysuckle wraps like a quilt,
weaving around amber roses and velvet clematis.
Battle scarred thorns may stick and prick
these gangly timber legs, but each blemish
is soothed from butterflies floating from petal to petal.
In speeding winds I rock like an armchair,
helpless to save cherry blossoms falling,
creating a carpet of pink upon flakes of green.
Knotweeds sneak through a resurfaced pebble path,
but my dandelion heart seems fond of its purple tint.
Midnight raindrops sting like sake,
but I know dawn will bring bright blue skies.
Categories:
resurfaced, analogy, metaphor, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
The sirens and mermaids
called up from the deep,
untangled mesh nets
blithely held out by sleep.
There the first to emerge
were the sighs and the nods,
they sank then resurfaced
in clear Morphean pods.
I found myself wandering
on a wide stretch of beach.
My mind squeezed like a lemon,
my thoughts fuzzed like a peach.
When the sheet of fog lifted,
I walked through the haze,
what’d been transfixed by the night
now transformed into day.
Bands of green kelp
had encircled my feet.
Sand dollars tossed out
from the wallets of seas.
The tang in the air
by the water and brine,
awoke to my senses
other days hazed by time.
Sunk then in a sinkhole;
my heart now clanged a bell!
I was no longer an oyster
in a barnacled shell.
I kicked off the seaweed,
splashed through the shoreline,
feeling refreshingly freed
from that soul ravaged time.
I knew I’d still wonder
about Calamity Clam.
Had he hid from the onslaught,
become a sea star’s sea ham?
Ouf…no longer my problem,
I was no agent by rights.
Then I stepped on an object
and, out went the lights!
I hopped in frustration
with great hurt I did bow.
I bellowed out pain
like an angry sea cow.
With one mighty scoop
he was constained in my hand.
How to dispose of the despicable?
I felt seared by a brand.
Covertly I gazed
at this nemesis of fear.
Then I gave a smart tug
to his mossy green beard.
The thoughts that I harbored
were not of my decree.
I hurled him out, with three skips,
he sank back into the sea.
Categories:
resurfaced, fantasy, funny, sea, green,
Form:
Couplet
"Breaking the Lonely Rewind"
Hysteria ensues a small death
on a funeral pyre pushed
into a sealed and soiled
heart shaped box sunk
to swallow stone tears
reversing reflections
in the coldest mirrors
Tsunami waves flood
all that was green
On the breaking shores
there the Lonely Rewind
is floating amidst The Shallows
resurfaced, cracked open and laid bare
her black treasures
boiling over inky interior
spilt darkly the soul
now sharp and split in two
a gift from the damned
walking out into the blistery wind
where sourness all around
whispers a soft war
of unclaimed, unwanted
forgotten voices,
The Lost and Lonely,
way past the end of their world,
where heartbreak is spurned
resurrect into burning birds
from the cold veined inferno,
The Silent Ocean of Reprieve
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"When I Was Older"/Billie Eilish
https://youtu.be/HSCREQjxPHE
Lyrics:
https://genius.com/Billie-eilish-when-i-was-older-lyrics
"In order to rise from its own ashes, a phoenix first must burn." Butler
"She told me she’d be a phoenix.” The image of the mythical creature rising from the ashes glitters in my mind. “They don’t really exist.” “She said that depends on whether or not there’s someone who can see them." Picoult
"One does not need to be against womens suffrage," the London Times editorialized in 1908, "to see that some of the more violent partisans of that cause are suffering from hysteria. We use the word not with any scientific precision, but because it is the name most commonly given to a kind of enthusiasm that has degenerated into habitual nervous excitement."' Gilman
"Lady Lazarus", Plath
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49000/lady-lazarus
Categories:
resurfaced, imagery, muse, poets, psychological,
Form:
Free verse
It was cold.
Death's fingers
Resting on my forehead.
The nail
Scraping, scraping,
Skin scorching
Of pain.
"You want darkness
Or heaven?"
He cackled, losing grip
On the nail
Bludgeoning
For blood.
"Time's a wasting."
The wind stopped blowing a long while ago.
Death composed himself;
Pulled the nail out
'Til the roused red
Spouted out
And the cold resurfaced.
"You ain't scared.
This suicide?"
"Death.
If only you knew,
How much I craved
For this to end."
The frostbite quivered.
Death removed
The deadly weapon
From the skin.
"I'm a murderer.
Not a liberator."
Death.
His charm tensed,
As his tongue rid
The blood stain from his white digit
Forcing exit as a bitter belch,
And a satiated grin
Carved on his
Phantom tint.
"I'll be back when you have a purpose
Eh?
Ain't no joy for me when there's joy for you."
And he will.
Yes, he will wait.
Patiently,
Waiting
To grace my blood
With his twitching nail,
Edging icily.
For it will only take
The whisper of a smile,
A soundless breeze,
To summon even the remnants
Of his presence.
Categories:
resurfaced, death, pain, satire, suicide,
Form:
Free verse
between new nightmares
and day dreams
of a better life
lay reality resurfaced
tight with taut brutality
unspeakable thoughts drift
down through time's flash
triggered not there
not then
but now and here
her mind digs through fear
as she sinks
slight form down
crisp skirt's rustle sound
folds with her
to ground
and she says to herself
I will lay here
in this hollow
it fits the curve of my spine
holds the shape
of my hips
and the grass padded earth
cups itself a little
around my waist
hugs me
till I sleep
I am still alive
I am dead
to the world
tar roads
pavements
are too hard
concrete
cannot hold me
the same way
they resist my shape
press flatness
hard
against me
leave me sore
unrested
complaints unheard
where may I sleep
With fragrance
of grass and earth
maybe
in a garden
a cultured space
thoughts arouse
aroma once known
from those past
yet still present
places
so pleasant
maybe then
I will fall into dreams
of painless light
sunshine will soothe
I will feel bright
flame red flowers
in free fall
Will not burn
as they engulf me
float from arms
branches
blue sky stretched
they will caress me
in potpourri perfume
memories mock
her senses
she yearns to block
their burn
when I sleep
I'll not smell
petrol fumes
flared up
I will not hear
the shudder of bodies
breaking down the door
I will forget
the screams
eardrums pierced
my own
I will not feel
my body burn
in hell hound fire
twisted hatred
from ordinary mothers
fathers sisters sons
bizarre beliefs
turned my skin
from brown silk smooth
to outlandish patches
pink and brown
how will I
become
familiar
with who I am
now
she falls asleep
dreams
of sunshine
tree shadow dappled
nature cradles her
in dark and light
she breathes low
drum sounds
bring her back
there
next to eyes
awakening
her fingers
delicate drummers
play the earth
With firm tips
tap tapping
a well known song
her long gone
mother's lullaby
hush my child
hush now
don't cry
sleep sweet
against my heart
hush now
hear the beats
of my love
for you
hush now
so angels
do not sigh
hum drum
hum drum
hum drum
she starts to cry
Posted:15-12-2018
Note: "Sister" poem to "thin skinned"
Categories:
resurfaced, conflict, courage, dark, hope,
Form:
Alliteration
The day my life went crazy
I dreamed I traveled
to the Island of Insanity,
when i arrived there wasn't
any sign of humanity,
it was totally deserted and
lacking any vitality except
for an old man who I heard
using profuse profanity
while living in a hatched hut
by himself without any formality,
this was his reality.
In between spitting out his bad words,
he said that the island was once
a thriving urbanity until a tribe of
head hunters of great brutality
murdered every islander creating
a mayhem of bloody mortality,
he ecaped from the pandemonium
while hiding in deep caverns near
an area of volcanity so not to
become another fatality,
praying to keep his mentality,
the lone survivor finally resurfaced,
after several years of living in mundanity,
his appearance was frightful with hollow
looking eyes and a beard sweeping the ground,
making him look as if a creature of inanity.
Categories:
resurfaced, mental illness,
Form:
Narrative
My nagging headache has resurfaced again,
a grumbling stomach as well,
the cold night has given me chattering teeth
and a murmuring heart gives me hell.
My breathing's developed a whistle-like wheeze
and tinnitus with matching tone,
I can't get to sleep with these noises I make-
why can't I just leave me alone?
Categories:
resurfaced, humor, sleep,
Form:
Rhyme
Although she longed, prayed and hoped he wasn’t away
she still couldn’t stand the thought of him being no more
only having known each other for a few weeks
when love at first sight kicked in
they walked together holding hands like inseparable love birds,
talked about anything from life, to love,
and how they would never leave nor forget each other,
moved together in synchrony
and tried so many treats
and almost everything
from piggybacks to mouthy caresses
The rumors of his untimely demise sent her shriveling
from a beautiful rose to a wilting, wrinkled lily
she was eventually lost to the unbearable memories
of her prince charming’s death
Shortly after her passing away,
her prince's survival resurfaced
drowning the untrue rumors
when asked about her
all he could remember
were the images of a damsel
built on nothing else
but
sinking
sand….
Categories:
resurfaced, on writing and words,
Form:
Free verse
A Lady in Red
The road leading to the main lane is a sight black and shiny
with white stripes on each side, it was resurfaced not for us
locals, but for a golf course in a grove of a thousand olive
trees sacrificed as a sport for infantile men in clown slacks
The day was mild and dark clouds hung around like rugby
players fretting, the other team was late, ready to insult
passers-by and I thought of the petulant title of a book:
” God is not great”, a boy defying everyone, but whistles
in the dark. My road ended at the lane going to Benafim
where a woman in a red dress stood with a unlit cigarette
in her left hand and I noticed her long fingernails were
Phosphor green, she asked for a lighter, said I don`t smoke
trying not to be pompous about it.
She called me a self-absorbed man this angered me much
I pushed her on to the main road where she was hit by
a sport-car, - also red- she and the car disappeared yonder.
From the principal lane, I could see my Sahara a breeze came
carried me like I should be a fall leaf down to the plain and
I was no longer alone, but then the rain came like a dense wall
a ruin appeared it had a wide covered entrance but no roof,
sought shelter. Blood of millions of ant I had trampled on in
my search for beauty was washed away and my feet was clean
and scented as cardinal`s shanks ready for the pope`s ritual.
In ionized shimmer, I saw her again, dressed in red and she is
called, lady poetry.
Categories:
resurfaced, age, allegory, angel, beautiful,
Form:
Blank verse
In my life I carry with me my mistakes..
On a tough road I have learned there are
no second takes..
I have picked up mistakes like a snow ball
rolling down a hill..
Admiting I was wrong or and being sorry
was a tough swallow of that pill..
Like a broom I tried to sweep away the past..
But was always amazed how it resurfaced so fast..
But I can't get cocky while the sun follows my way..
One wrong turn and that snowball will make it grey..
"I carry with me" contest
Categories:
resurfaced, introspection
Form:
Rhyme
In her ivory tower, she was raised,
A sheltered child, a life of ease,
But Alice's tale, Lorina's heart had seized,
Her mind now set on a different phase.
Married at twenty to a man much too old,
Her life as a trophy wife grew stale,
And so she plotted, her heart gone cold,
Her husband's demise she'd avail.
With her inheritance, she set out to be,
The White Rabbit, a villainous spree,
Robbing fast-food joints, with hi-tech toys,
Spider-Man and Frog-Man, she'd often annoy.
But one day, a Kwikkee Burger spat,
Refusing to serve her breakfast repast,
She beat them up, two cops arrived,
And Judge Elkhart's son, poor Dan, he died
Elkhart sought revenge, in the courtroom,
He shot Dodson, a thundering boom,
A court reporter died, and in the hare came,
Her giant rabbit mech, saving her name.
The Terrible Two, with Walrus by their side,
They caused havoc in Brooklyn, no longer tied,
To clumsy matches with amphibians, they sought,
Vengeance, with the help of the ones they'd caught
But Spider-Man, Leapfrog, and Frog-Man too,
Defeated them, their victory in view,
White Rabbit resurfaced, with new help in tow,
But Mad Hatter and Dormouse were there just for show.
Grizzly and Gibbon stopped her bank heist,
She tried to ransom them, but they didn't bite,
Bombing the city, demanding five billion,
Spider-Man and his team stopped her, just winning.
She fell for Arcade, his deathtrap design,
Kidnapping Wolverine and Black Cat, he'd be fine,
But the heroes they won, leaving Arcade and her,
Abandoned in Savage Land, whining loudly as churr.
Joining Hood's Gang, she fought for more power,
Against Mister Negative, she never did cower,
But dealing in drugs, an effort foiled by M. Jane,
White Rabbit, was defeated once again.
March 22, 2023
Marvel Superheroes Supervillians and Superanimals Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Categories:
resurfaced, woman,
Form:
Free verse
Here I am again,
To this cursed form of libido,
An eternity I hope not it will be,
Forever cursing the heavy weight of sympathy
To myself I feel pity,
I have loved,
And I have lost,
But this is too much already
I have lost myself into this pit before,
Oh how cruel that I'm falling to it once again,
Another goodbye from a girl I love,
My fears have again resurfaced
I see her smile and I remember her stories,
The guy that had that smirk,
The guy who you once loved,
Is never the same as me
Now they're together happily,
Both hearts are filled with bliss,
I cannot bear watch them together,
For my heart itself is grieving and bleeding
Once again I have lost,
Once again I am the stranger,
Once again I have seen love,
And once again I have been the second choice.
Categories:
resurfaced, dark, emo, feelings, grief,
Form:
Free verse