Best Sanities Poems
THE HOUSE OF MIRRORS
Come one, come all to the fabulous House of Mirrors,
Souls and the soulless, all are Welcome here in these
Reflective cell prisms.
Enticements glass thunder dome, clear crystalline panes,
Shimmering in the well-lit maze of illusionary frames, of
Reality or fantasy!
The ring master a little man of slight size,
Stands upon a wooden crate, directing the flow
Of humanity’s human fright seekers, one thin dime
He so yells for the fear factor of a life time,
Come one, come all, to the fun house
Of reflections living nightmares!
A ticket taker hidden within a glass box,
Appears out of thin air, a wax figure Gypsy
Woman dressed in satin silks dirty rags,
Laughingly rocks back and forth, as you
Place your dime into her wooden box
Stall, and a golden ticket pops outwardly
As each person prepares themselves to go in,
This funfairs torture chamber of glass!
One by one, a single being enters,
As a sliding pane slams shut behind them,
Curves, illusions and convictions of delusions,
Confuse the individuality of each patron within
This side show of self-realization, as eerie
Music and bodiless screams echo, throughout
This crystal palace of icy fear!
Corporal phantoms slide from panel to panel,
Leaping behind the terrified guests, deadened
Jackals of the afterlife, relishing in the tormented
Screams of those held captive within this
Mirrored house of horrors!
Hands at the glass press in panic, trying to
Find their way out to sanities realm of reality,
But with each pane exposes their inner fear
Until their heartbeats trobe against
Their chest, and their nails scratch at the
Fragile glass cutting it so thin it shatters
At last!
Suddenly outside the roped lines, these
Terrified customers of evil’s displaced,
Find themselves freed from the spell
Of invocation’s demonic force of this
The devils carnival house of Mirrored glass!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
sanities, adventure, courage, dark, fear,
Form:
Free verse
In the moments of missing time, I’m unable to
Clearly define what is real, fact or fictions of illusion,
Bright, bright is the light of delusions, but I know
One thing I’ve been touch by the other side
Of realities unknown!
Sheer is the curtain between space, and times
Universal continuum, a fine thin veil pulled backwards
By unworldly hands, investigating chattering’s voices
Which Echo within my head, probing mine own version
Of sanities awkward view of life, and deaths
Context of truth!
Burning embers of reddened eyes, sizzle into my
Skeletal perception of panic, fear, this is a nightmare,
From which I cannot awaken from, me the abductionary
Victim, sitting on the stone cold table of realism,
Unable to move, and muted unable to scream!
Side to side, my captors do so move, whispering
In a language unknown to me, their prisoner,
What do they want from me, their caged
Animal, an earthling of mortal flesh, their
Creature held, an entrapment’s futuristic web!
Locked down are my wrists of humanity,
Unable to struggle free, a passive resistor,
Controled by these little green man tormentors.
As if these thoughts are read by them,
One turns and looks at me, a mental whispering
Do I so hear, me the abducted, be still now,
We mean thee no harm, just curious!
Almost tenderly does he whisper within my mind,
As I fell within a deep, deep sleep, suddenly I am
The dreamer awoken, drenched in sweat, shaking
Unto my own inner core, what time is it, what day
Is this, was it real or just a bad dream?
My clock radio, says only a moment has passed,
But I know something has happened,
I’m not just having a bad dream!
So I shake my wife lying next to me,
Obviously spooked beyond belief,
She says, I’ve had a similar dream?
In the moments of missing time, I’m unable to
Clearly define what is real, fact or fiction of illusion,
Bright, bright is the light of delusions, but I know
One thing I’ve been touch by the other side
Of realities unknown!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
sanities, adventure, halloween, history, holiday,
Form:
Free verse
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Categories:
sanities, character, children, conflict, corruption,
Form:
Free verse
Lost in anxieties maze
toxins leach from chaos
stretching sanities limits.
Source of rapid fire emotions
mental positions overflow
tainting commonsense with fear.
Anxieties demons plant hatred
upon intolerances fertile fields
watching, each side harvest paranoia.
Communication is in melt down
constant accusations and blame
for none can keep a civil tonge.
So both side suffer
Distorted preceptions, questioning
what is the American way?
Categories:
sanities, society,
Form:
Free verse
Psssst ¡
Did you know that the sublime petaled kisses
Of each could spin your heart to an aching mountain
Where worshiped on the pedestal of Earth
Such breath would utter your divinity
Ahhh ! I have collected these tremulous drops of passion
And coiled them in the blood of love
Stained their beauty upon the canvas of flesh
With such colours that could sigh; a wish
Have you dug so deep into your soul
That you found me in your own shadow
And there I walked constantly
The very light, which was cast upon your footsteps
All tremble before the interrogations of this tenderness
No spoken word, no touch in its body can contain
Yet precision unequivocal issues on my fingertip
And each vowel of love to be written in my breath
Come now, succour to this font, your main stream, my fountain
It is I, who by your parody remind you of heaven
So tell my lover to bring the fire
And in flames nestle us in the crucible of desire
Psssst !
Did you hear of such sensuous velvet
Where on the etched sweat woke the beast in you
I gathered you there in pulsing darkness
Where my sanities madness would consume you
I am the penumbras deepest wanton
Upon the bed of crushed roses and thorns
Lay panting, my lips parted, my legs, open
A taught tourniquet of wrapped inside my visions
Such is the hunger consummate
To tear in desperation from the desperate throat
That lays before me with it’s arching back
And laid bare upon the soul I would devour
Each flash awakens in stroboscopic skin
Soft, gentle and seething rakes it fingernails through your mind
To shudder the darkest of tactile
And eat and drink its fill upon submissions brow
Come now, pass beyond the constraints and veils
It is I, who by your parody remind you of heaven
Go tell my lover of consuming flame
And of the shuddering night whispering our name
Categories:
sanities, loveme, parody,
Form:
Free verse
(20/06/2011)
Ones might know the value of tolerance
Let’s ask American for their multicultural life
How has it been?
Are they living in a camouflage screen?
Ones might throw their identities
Let’s ask American for their multicultural life
Should we keep our ethnicities unseen?
Or we keep our sanities in between?
Ones might keep their entities
Let’s ask American for their multicultural life
Can they socialize easily?
Or they only do chat briefly?
Ones might blend-in perfectly
Let’s ask American for their multicultural life
Can they act in melting pot fairly?
Or they mind their popularities only?
Categories:
sanities, on writing and wordslife,
Form:
Kyrielle
Another middle-schooler poem I made! ^.^
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Never trust the one you lust
For I have done so
I saw the figure in the rain
As dark as the crow
For death himself had stood there
With all his cunning glee,
But then I look inside the reflection
Only seeing me!
I die a thousand times
Yet the clock still chimes
Am I ever to flee?
Heh—now I clearly see the end:
Sanities’ my only friend
Categories:
sanities, angst, childhood, death, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
Never learned right from wrong
Didn’t belong to anyone
Mainly dejected man
Life was a last stand
Couldn’t afford to lose
Might as well hang his noose
Didn’t take free rides
Little joy big pride
Impossible to fail
Even when hope staled
Always fought to survive
Never sought to thrive
Enwrapped in dissatisfaction
No encumbered actions
Impeccable heart and conviction
Life just a big contradiction
Fate’s tortoise in the race
Held back by predestined pace
Hated by most men
No family or friends
Another lonely Rambo
Out in the field with no ammo
In the midst of sanities battle
Struggling to rive his shackle
Perpetually trying to juggle
His portentous struggles
Lacking the ability of offense
His defect superior defense
Merely the passionate individual
Failing to conquer life’s irrational rituals
Only peace one dream
With no support no team
Simply a different man
Too chained to stand
He didn’t care what they said
In his heart and in his head
The only reason he survived
GOD wanted him to thrive
Categories:
sanities, adventure, depression, devotion, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
A single blade of grass. Does it make a sound when it is split down the middle?
Perhaps the sound you’d imagine the skin to make when it’s cut?
Air silently passing through the newly opened space. I’ve split myself too, and my bones shattered and crumbled into dust in that silent sound.
No man nor woman has ever known the true wreckage of my soul.
The way the air blows about the few and small sanities that still remain in my abused mind; they are restless.
I am small, yet not small minded.
If I had a care I could be great, but I adore the shadows too much.
A single blade of grass against my cheek, the smell of the cool dirt beneath my head.
It is this place I choose to inhabit, a tomb of my own. And when the wind blows the wisps of hair out of my face its whistling at long last turns the silence into sound.
Categories:
sanities, deep, depression, dream, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Insatiable shadows
senselessly seeking
spiritual sainthood.
Stealing……….
shiny symbols
staged senses
swaggering sanities.
Insurmountable sorrow.
Categories:
sanities, blessing, creation, earth, education,
Form:
Alliteration
soon we will be free
soon we will be walking without worry
soon we will be having only the happiest of dreams
soon we will be waking up stress free and smiling
until then, let's cut off this alarm before we both kill it twice
the bills will never pay themselves
now give me a kiss and let us pray for our personal sanities
you go make your french vanilla coffee
i will go grab a few cinnamon rolls and some vanilla oatmilk
no news this morning, cut on an old episode of dennis the menace
a season one episode is on
i look back at the bedroom
you look back at the bedroom
we are tempted, but we laugh it off, shake our heads, and resume our individual preparations
Categories:
sanities, dream, life, work,
Form:
Free verse
I never did felt belonged
I never really do have the need
From most everything I’m always gone
For I know... nothing is forever to keep
Of times to fuel despair
With time to ascertain uncertainties
Yet be nothing to compare
For that change to remain in broken sanities
To be exactly lying is true
A nature we gotten to be good at
To be lied to... if you knew
Yet to know... have you that certainty to be glad?
And one day we shall turn
No matter the prevention to endure
Too careful yet unlearned
Have you grown to be pure?
Changing for the better of times to keep
Don’t everything in time... feels gone?
Thoughts presented with circumstances for a need
Yet... when did everything truly belong?
Categories:
sanities, confusion,
Form:
Rhyme
Beguiled
Befooled voodoo stained glass sainted stories
Embodied golden alter lies worshiped
Wined wafers body sanctified promises
Bloody nails thorn wooded idolatrous crosses
Burnt sacrificial crucifixions sinful feared
Confessionals
Used repented
Control
Pompous ignorant banners flying clandestine
Stolen heavens dangled carrot
Eternal peace
Self-rewarding
Love
Caesar’s dead laurels destined Roman spear
Rich laws indoctrinated poor uneducated
Continued centuries absurd pretence
Wealthy fat bloated
Beggars spirituality
Destroying sanities stolen festivities
Temples agog
Stone cathedral mosque prays churches
Grand established faith
Besotted light innocent
Ignorant backbones
Repudiated
Truth
Beguiled
Categories:
sanities, life
Form:
Free verse
When death said "Hello", a chest was opened wide.
A serpent sashayed in, toward a heart and its gloaming.
Spitting black pinballs between the brain and soul.
A flock of night biters moved into sanities narrows...
I pulled a little amber cross from mahogany shadows.
Praying with the might of storms, to a God just out of sight,
to free the mind from the pit viper pissing out lye.
Two seasons have past, all but a half pinball have left.
The mercy of amber has filled the crack in the chest.
The movement of moments is the only constant...
Death is so unabashedly, timeless - arrogant.
Categories:
sanities, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Run headlong into what will become
Attempt to escape all that has come to pass
For I too am fleet of foot
You can’t elude me for I am always with you
Try to torch away your life’s history
Disregard lies that rolled off your silver tongue
Deep inside you realize all your labors
Become the sum of a vile masquerade
For my voice always resonates within your soul
Past the zenith of midnight your lies surface
Silently begging for the redemption of dawn
Running relentless yet always standing still
Your moment of penitence is a fading exodus
Of thinning moments holding but a scarcity
For I shall torture you goading your every moment
Fall to your knees beseeching absolution
The flight of fear only becomes more cumbersome
As time wears away your sanities resolve
Confess to the world and admit of your guilt
Repent yourself to me for only I know the truth
You can never hide away from me
For I too am fleet of foot
I shall make you pay one way or another
We see from the same eyes…our voice is one
I am your conscience
You know of my resolve
Categories:
sanities, confusion, imagination, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse