Best Sedates Poems
Distort of sounds strum his bow —sawed heart rhythms,
mischievous fool impels my mind's rapt boredom.
The devil's finger warns and pivots, sedates,
adrift among alleged stolen dreamscapes.
The jester sleeps all day, perplexed I awake.
Categories:
sedates, confusion, sleep,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Leisurely walking towards it,
My heart pounds with excitement
As I walk into this perpetual
Freedom,
It tenderly touches my feet, as
Goosebumps begin to
Drench my body…
A shiver in my spine refreshes me,
As hairs on the back of my neck stand up,
Its arms get closer to me
And embrace my trembling body;
The scent of surrounding lavender flowers
Increase with the breeze,
I breathe the odor of perfection,
As the sky brightly shimmers
With the gentle light of the sun,
I spread my arms, as if I were
A free bird, a symbol of liberty;
Melodies in the air began to chant,
The harmonious mixture of feelings
Was captivating,
I continued walking,
As it continued soothing my soul,
With its magical, delightful, wonderful
Harmonies that enchant the mind,
Venturing my life, I walked further,
Knowing how precious it is…
To me,
It’s something called everything…
I walked even further,
Feeling its sympathy…
A-h-h! Sweet empathy; it’s
A surrounding of everlasting comfort,
Emotions poured from the sky,
Cascading into its waters…
Particles of its smooth sand
Slithered on my skin…
Its waters that reflect the gleaming sunlight,
Its azure sky, its golden sand, and
Every single aspect of it…
Sedates my soul,
“Let your waves hold me for eternity...”
For in its arms,
My sorrow no longer can be.
Categories:
sedates, adventure, art, life, nature,
Form:
Free verse
REMEMBERING
Age sedates the imperfections of youth
excuses passions and
accommodates inexperience
Yet we heap glory on the culture
of their newly discovered experiments.
Often we tremble to see them go astray
biting away at civilized norms.
But when they reflect our dreams
of hedonistic excesses we smile
and wonder how to recapture the fire
that now simmers; a burnt out ember
of a flaming heart.
C.A.K. 10-1-2012
Categories:
sedates, adventure, desire, introspection, irony,
Form:
Blank verse
Back on the river, forward into the howl of the unknown,
for three days Sergeant Floyd has been crippled by excruciating pain in his abdomen,
as the only man here trained in internal medical matters it is incumbent on me to treat him,
Doctor Rush's "Thunderbolt" pills are failing to alleviate the malady
and the ground Peruvian bark hardly sedates Flyod, his agony is bleeding into the eyes,
for 48 hours the rains have been rampant making the river sizzle in cool agitation
the mosquitos are swarming like whispers in a brothel
they are the devil's needles, we resort to spreading lard on ourselves as a repellent,
ironically, despite the downpours the wind is high at our backs
so the sails are up and we are moving swift as a curse off a witch's lips,
Sergeant Pryor woke on the boat this morning with news of death
his voice didn't wait for breath, the steps of his boots broke open my irritation
after informing me that Charles had recently died,
I believe he expired from a ruptured appendix which we had no remedy for,
he had the soul of a lion, Godspeed to him,
while I slept my spittle smeared the ink in my journal
forming a pictorial omen of a tombstone on the page,
the only question is whom be it for,
Clark has identified a suitable burial place for Flyod on a large hill,
no one speaks, its just the slurp of the paddled water
and a handful of gold finch birds that seem determined to skip on the wind
reminding us that there is always a place for a soul to go,
coming up on the riverbend we are accosted by an armada of geese
so plenty that the trees wish they had that number in leaves,
my Lord, the ruckus these creatures are generating in honking indignance
as they lift into flight is nerve pinching,
its like an army of imbecilic people shouting in panic all at once
yet these geese are noble in their beauty and militant nature
and I see this moment as a sign that no Indians will interdict our passage,
J.A.B.
Categories:
sedates, adventure,
Form:
Epic
“God bless us all when the door is shut behind us,
only then will we breathe our first breath,
and awake
from the long dream…”
Forging past the indisputable summit onto the
shelf of the perfect medium (ah, ‘tis noble here!)
he sits, contemplating his balance. He does not sweat.
The winds breath breaks upon his predestined neck,
bestowing the gift of lily white scent upon a lapel that’s
stiff, yet pliable – just stiff enough. A 72 degree sun
shines its neutrality, (fueling his desire for nothing at all,
just the concept of sun giving heat, like a heartbeat,
unnoticed in its certainty) upon his stagnant face.
He is wearing his favorite pants (soft, worn jeans with
a little give, but not enough so that he forgets to hold
in his stomach), and from the ample pocket, he takes
an apple. It is a Red Delicious. Not quite living up to its
name, but unassuming and secure in its redness – he eats.
It’s not the best apple he’s ever had, but its good enough.
The vultures, native to this coveted desert waste circle,
vying for the core of his Non-Delicious, yet edible fruit.
And as he Bites into the last white taste of just fine, a glint
of sunlight flashes briefly – like infinity within dreams,
off of the vultures black eyes. And all at once he knows –
everything is. The death birds orbit the terracotta desert
peek (red and inviting in its dry and unforgiving reality),
the bird turns away so fast after catching his eye,
he forgets that he’d ever seen its pulsing recognition.
The forgettable sunset mollifies him - sedates him,
pacifying his every forgettable non-movement.
It is then, when the last dripping light of day descends
behind the obvious rock mount; the definite edge
of darkness falls. Shadows creep slowly and quickly
across the terrestrial rock spine, (engulfing its redness
in its totality) leaving just the remnants of burgundy
skin between yellowing teeth, and a deafening black desert.
As the sound of raucous wings and ripping jeans dominates
the guttural desert - the vultures take their coveted prize.
*Reposted for Deborah's Something Wicked This Way Comes, Wickedness Contest. :)
Categories:
sedates, nature, people, philosophy, places,
Form:
Narrative
On the 5th of November in 1605,
When the new religion of Protestantism was taking hold,
Political activist Guy Fawkes was arrested and executed,
For attempting to detonate Parliament for Catholicism old.
We burn the guy on a bonfire every year to commemorate,
That he was destroyed and not the centre for political activity,
The crux of legislation, set by hard, honest and tough debate,
By the people’s representatives who effect a stealthy integrity.
Guido Fawkes became Guy through his strength and prowess in war,
Over whether Spain’s government should uphold the catholic faith,
So denouncing Guy reinforces this wrongness of just one religious table,
And sedates our own tendency to informally become our own fable.
Guy Fawkes converted to Catholicism in his teenage years,
And fought to keep Spain catholic in the Eight Years War,
Then travelled to England where he met other like minds,
Who sought to reject the Calvinist future that was in store.
The group felt only effective if they were able to detonate,
The Houses of Parliament in a mammoth gunpowder plot,
‘Cos King James I was securing Elizabeth’s Protestantism,
Which by law through representation was not going to rot.
But one man of that group could not abide his conscience,
And in a letter told made the authorities aware of explosives,
That awaited ignition in a room under the House of Lords,
Enabling a gang arrest and the execution of the subversives.
Categories:
sedates, anger, angst, anniversary, england,
Form:
Rhyme
“Silent Red Rose”
She's silent...
just a thought of what's to come.
As the morning sunlight shines
and warms her sleeping body,
she stretches her arms,
to embrace the coming of a new day.
The air...
moistened,
by the dew of effervescent night,
bathing her...
in a glistening shower of quenching life.
Sparrows and butterflies,
eagerly awaiting...
as she lifts her head up to the sky,
breathing...
in the air,
of peace and quiet tranquility.
The songs...
of crickets,
and fluttering hummingbird wings,
echoing...
on the breeze,
as she opens her eyes to new sunrise.
Feeling...
the glory in natures presence,
she peels away outer shells of seclusion,
blinding...
all things,
with her deep untamed inner beauty.
In sudden waves...
of ecstasy,
she bursts forth with brand new life,
serenity beyond imagination.
Vibrant...
red lips kiss the sky, soft skin caresses my soul,
her fragrance...
sedates,
even the wildest of nature's beasts.
Her presence...
warms my heart, day, after day, after day,
repeating...
the moments of rapture for all to see.
As with all life,
the time...
had come for her soul to rest,
vibrant colors...replace,
as she prepares for eternal sleep,
head hangs low with exhausted breath.
Tears...
from clouds,
surrender as she withers away,
and falls...
back,
to the arms of heavenly angels.
A gift...
to the eyes,
of the ones that were left behind,
leaving reminders...
of a life to behold,
buds of new hope to enchant our lives.
A perfumed breeze blows,
as her spirit now goes,
to the heavens so high above...
she sent all her love,
on the wings of a dove,
from the petals of a silent red rose.
Copyright 2011
Jason Palm
Categories:
sedates, absence, age, beauty, life,
Form:
Free verse
In new pilgrimage
The east yawns Armeggedon
Coming out of doubt
The mobile aloft
The shouting wonder of eyes
The whore comes nearer
Waiting moon to rise
Or beast to saddle with praise
For gem of the earth
Look the waving white
False innocence through carnage
Sedates the tired heart
Exposed, the cradle
Marks time in pendulum swings,
Nearer comes the end
Orion opens
With trumpet boom and fresh light
Late for daffodils
It is time lame hills
Crippled seas, medal-less men
It is time, it's time
The mobile spells it
The ash white cleansing of soul
And the fire cleansed world.
Categories:
sedates, religion, time, daffodils,
Form:
Senryu
A night of bad decisions and blurred memories
can lead to an awkward morning with a dash of a consequence.
At least that’s what I tell myself, but
I’m enjoying the excitement of the now.
These drinks complement the wood grain bar.
The strong fumes of alcohol drift into the air-
A burning sensation!
It sedates the senses in a blissful jubilation.
My friends join strangers in social connection.
Tsk! Simple gratification among vain socialites.
I survey it all through my observant eyes;
it’s all the same dance.
Rhythm and steps are all simple.
Anyone can learn-
Drink and mingle!
However, I glanced at a woman.
Our eyes locked on each other.
Her luscious red lips;
one kiss from them could tell a story.
Her smile full of innocence;
she was coyly seductive.
My thoughts linger about her warm embrace through the night.
An early wake up to her voluptuous curves.
My hands caress her delicate areas,
and my lips explore every inch.
Imagination gets the best of me.
I became the prey of love at first sight.
Despite my foolish fantasy,
I grabbed a couple of balloons lying on the floor.
They were lonely and discarded.
Yearning for a companion or someone for the night.
These balloons and I shared the same forlorn heart.
With a mixture of whiskey, wit and balloons...
I approach to attract her affection.
Categories:
sedates, desire, emotions, longing,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I can carry them, a few more minutes and I'll be able to put them down
The weight of the bags is slitting through my fingers
Carving dents of pain
I'm hurting but the chill in the air tightens my hands
Purple soon appearing
I know this purple, it chokes me stiff
Sedates me slowly
Bleeding sorrow from within
Crowds of congestion pollute my lungs
Poignant noises cause aching ears
Cutting glances blur my vision
Hearts of ice stab me cold
My body stops with a jolt
Bags down, weight off
Arms dangle defeat
Shoulders slouching failure
Enough!
I think I've given up
Puppet me close to a bench
Hold my hand, pull my torso
Wrap me tight
Hug my fears
Tear away my tears
I'm shouting for help
Why can no one hear my yelp?
One more am I
One more tear stain gone dry
One more day goes by
One more scream
A muted goodbye.
Categories:
sedates, angst, confusion, dark, me,
Form:
As a dealer she roams,
The corners she combs.
With aid from the night-
Goods she sells right.
From the east she flows,
The west she goes.
In the light she’s poor
‘Tis not dim she’s sure.
Troubled with the coat of arm-
For her breastplate she can’t fam. 10
Voiceless when sands are active
Tamed till all is passive.
Ardoured by the evenings-
For her adventuresome,
Droopy the morning feels-
As she is worrisome.
To the day’s hate-
Her excess frost whirls.
As the night’s pet,
Atmosphere she curls. 20
Unsung hero-
That gives life,
The day’s smell she defines,
Devises her splendour.
Her cologne she patterns-
To instancing grandeur
Same is a dread villain,
Sedates night’s vitality.
Streets scourer, life-laden…
Such is her propensity 30
Still, a utility material-
Whose value is yet colossal.
Categories:
sedates, celebration, character, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Rhyme
It’s another Saturday night
I’ll be dancing til the morning light
Surrounded by laughing friends
I hope this moment never ends
My body is pumping
My heart is thumping
I’m in my prime
I’m having the best time
Lights are flashing
Music is thundering
The dance floor is shaking
Feels like the Earth is quaking
Alcohol sedates my brain
Confidence is what I gain
I feel alive...free
God it’s great being ME!
I feel like Cinderella in my own story
I’m smiling, shining in all my glory
I see my Prince crossing the floor
He sees me too and makes a detour
Our bodies near
Our intentions are clear
Our lips touch
I want him so much
We start to dance
I’m in a trance
He’s holding me tight
Explode.I just might
Images distort
The love bug I’ve caught
Let this night go on forever
With my Prince and I together.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
©copyright Juanita Torr
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Categories:
sedates, memory, music, me,
Form:
Rhyme
The game commends the shadow of gloom
As it hangs above our quickening doom
Pass the pill that empties our sight
Receive the cure, repeating this life
Our dreams unchained, forgotten too fast
Awake to run, asleep to restart
Define this world, we beg of our screens
To spill the word, as the truth goes unseen
Spread the gold, as money is real
To work and pray for all we can’t feel
The hanging man caressing his noose
His tie in hand; his money his muse
Mechanically the shadow now breeds
Within our hearts, spilling disease
Now those we love can’t stand to touch
The loneliness that has become our crutch
This game hand-made by fear and betrayal
Gone on so long, that it now seems too real
But a world so dark tempts reason to rise
There is a light telling us we’re alive
It’s just a game, none of it truth
Without dead will, the machine can not move
It’s only real as our conscious sedates
It’s only pain, it’s only us and what we create
Categories:
sedates, inspirational, introspection, life, people,
Form:
Lyric
He closed his eyes to cast away
the peril of his new found truth.
From the greyness within he beholds
the clouds mischievously rolling by,
in the gloom he espies a lonely man
consumed in the confusion that initiates
the conflict between his celestial light,
and the obscurity of life’s abyss.
This mortal, now shackled to the
perpetual script called destiny,
which way his sanity to take him
he really does not know!
Epilogue
Gentle voice sedates me
Surgeon’s choice to set me free
anticipation within the room
participation in sunlight or gloom.
© Harry J Horsman 2010
“Dressing removed, life approved
in glorious living colour!”
Categories:
sedates, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
"Halcyon moments are privileges for the destitute.", by the poet
The nectarous voices are whispering bye,
as seasons substitute one for the other,
remodeling landscapes harmoniously,
~~subtle surrenders,
A balmy brush of sand granules shifts a beach,
while warm bodies lie are gloriously blessed,
ere a quarterly sunset soothingly sound,
~~humid loses fair,
Pastoral renders reconciliation,
as a glamorous nature fluctuates gleam,
anon vividness slowly acquiesces,
~~restful greenroom folds,
Milk-warm coolly sedates creaminess cascades,
cushioning mellow fields of snowy delights,
entreating eyes amidst shimmering pleasures
~~picturesque shuffles.
Categories:
sedates, beautiful, blessing, imagery, inspirational,
Form:
Sapphic stanza