Best Sinks Poems
My battered razor cut tormented heart
So tender so heavy and full of tears
My heart sunk into the consuming unforgiving fathoms
Of the darkest deepest coldest sea
The waves never washed the tears away
The crimson blood bled and dispersed diluted
Eventually vanishing into obscurity
The pincushion remains of my tender heart
Just festered and decayed
Under layers and layers of silt
Never missed unloved, out of sight
And out of reach.
old garden sinks in autumn, draped by withering russete leaves
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Monoku or One-Liner #1 (Old/New)by SKAT
Life is like an ocean
And a dreamer is like the ship that floats on it
Dreams are built out of lack and limitations
Such are the salty waters on which you must float
Ocean water is too salty to drink
Yet on it the boat floats best
Your dreams are like fresh water
...with the potential to quench your thirst and satisfy your heart
So as a dreamer you need not drink the salty water
....that is the society’s opinions
The same ocean that floats a mighty boat
...is known to drown many more
But a boat only drowns when the ocean water leaks into it
You are like a boat
...surrounded by the endless stretch of ocean called SOCIETY
On this ocean you should float
...but if you allow this ocean’s water to slowly leak into the boat of your dreams
...the world is sure to mourn the loss of yet another fine boat
the pantomiming madman squeals appeals
as tall gray shadows elongate along the wall
like black-hearted judges brewing venom
within their jowls bulging and anticipating
the reaping of tears and tremulous wails
the growl of steel-bars and the verdict of iron-doors
molds monsters masticating pheromones of trepidation
as the silent song of degradation infects ears of prisoners
dripping nightmares into their brains wading in masks
the jolting alarm of roll-call roiling disjointed curses
falling into the melody of servitude marching in syncopated
perpetual motion as granite guards grind their hard jaws
scanning with silver mirrors pupils expanding and contracting
inside hellish universes of the condemned fingering fissures
hemorrhaging light illuminating scales of a screeching snake…
SUPER EAGLES SINKS SOUTHIES
Eagle Ekong earthened the egregious encounter,
Edging Eagles emphatically into the lead thereafter,
As he slot from the Southies spot.
The target is to score which is paramount.4
The roar from the stance serenaded our headset.
Osimhen oozes class & pass into the net
But the middle man in black blighted the boys' joy
The Southies won a penalty, what a decoy.8
Super Eagles swerved and soared,
Solemly slotting in penalties and scored,
Seizing success in semi-finals showdown,
Solely slitted Southies souls till sundown,¹²
Securing sole spot swiftly, and still
Smartly stayed strong as a steel.
Eagles' epic endeavor ended in ecstasy,
Edging the earnest Bafana's efforts with no fugazy.¹6
Beating Bafana Bafana in a breathtaking battle,
Only one side can survive the obstacle;
The nerve-wracking shootout spectacle.¹?
Afcon newbie, Nwabali nicks nimble net-minders,
As Nigeria negated neatly their distant neighbours.
The salty Southies' sound soared into the sky.
The sound signs & spills a spontaneous sorrowful sigh.²³
SuperEagles sailed from the semi-finals
With steadfast spirit & supreme soccer skillfulness.
So, Super Eagles solemly soared,
South Africa's hopes were soured.
We sang our song, & scintillatingly scored.²8
The Bafana were "bafanered", serated on the spot.
For the love of the beautiful game, we fought,
Super Eagles soured steadfastly into the final,
Our success story summed-up at a single signal.³²
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©?February 2024.
in the years of growing up
i think that i've grown down
i learnt to pay attention(sit up)
i also learnt how to frown
in happiness, i smile and grin
shaking and crying, not sad
where doe's it start or sadness begin
whats in good that turns out so bad
love is all sweetness and light
and the world is rose coloured pink
until the arguements and the fights
things you loved now suddenly stink
your unsinkable world so hurt tight
is suddenly started to get wet
run for the love boat your in for a fright
your not on that dry land yet
so i've learnt all about happy and sad
i've have lots of love and pain
i've also learnt the good and bad
just suppose i start all over again.
When a mound of frost ruined car’s wire
The iced frost drenched a winter’s attire
My jacket, this frost all stripped--
Butt naked as frost unzipped
Pants off I gasped, frost sunk in the mire!
Same Word Winter Limerick
Charles Messina's Contest 1/09/2019
When you unravel in the darkness, you learn how deep the silence of the world sinks,
not even those for whom you would bleed will carve your name into their silence,
they will scroll through dreams, sleep under indifferent skies, smile like shadows,
while you try to breathe through the pain wrapping your soul like a veil.
For when the sun disappears, the stars do not shed tears of light,
they sing their brilliance louder, like an orchestra of sparks in the night,
the moon does not ask if the sun is well, it rises,
as if it had waited for it to fall, to begin its silver dance in the sky.
That's how people are—they wait for their turn to light their own flame,
not yours, to heal yourself, to redraw your outlines in the deep silence,
no matter how much they claim to care, they don't truly care how you feel,
they are lights that ignite only for themselves, shining ephemerally.
In the deep silence of the night, in the pain that wraps your soul like a cloak,
you will discover that light does not always come from outside, but from within your being,
for the stars do not cry when the sun leaves, but embrace their brilliance,
embracing the darkness like an old friend who knows their secrets.
And you, in this silence that embraces you like a silent sea, will find the strength,
to rebuild your being from stardust and lost memories,
for even if the world is silent, you can learn to shine again,
despite the silence surrounding you, despite those who do not hear your song.
the sun sinks blood red. . .
in the trunk of his car
her fading cries
All in darkness sinks my moral muses
All in darkness binds my infinite, mind…
All in darkness breaks my will
The last days of the millennium
I am a reflection of long generations
Of all my lineages
All my deeds are there breached
Born in the season of sin
Blowing in bitter wind
Feeling the sting of consciousness
I wait with bated breath
Thoughts held in a glass dawn
Fragile strings drawn
I sit & stare
All In Darkness Sinks
My mortality bleeds into nothingness
All My Darkness descends
Down my mortal coil
Into nothingness down the ages
I have seen nothing of this land
Deep in hypocrisy the end is at hand
All in darkness I sit alone
In darkness I spiral down
Down with nothing shown
Darkness is my inner helix of soul
Watching today fade away in ruin gold
Reflections of tragedy of my generation
All ends this feeling the oblivion burns
All in darkness dwell my thoughts
That have come the end….
All In Darkness I sink
into this
deep
sweet
oblivion!
My heart sinks, my mind freezes
I seek a halted breath
A tear struggles not to be shed
As a coldness shivers within my soul.
Death!! Bastardly and cowardly
Has seized me from a distance
Yet scorched me with its flame
Incinerating my fading beliefs.
I have not succumbed to the numbness
Nor given in to the fury
I will still cherish all life
And mourn the sadness of our time.
John G. Lawless
©5/25/2022
Sinks In and Is Saturated
There must be something about belated
Which is related to how long you waited
Then when death at door does its thing
People become upset and tears does bring.
Performances are from beginning to end
Unless some other thing you did intend
Can a cookie like a heart seem so contrite?
Just as soon as you took a single bite.
When warm weather what about big breezes?
Thermometer inches up and heat increases
And a phenomenon occurs which is grand
We now live in a more comfortable land.
There are in's and out's and up's and down's
And forms of glory wearing many crowns
Before my poem sinks in and is saturated
Read many times unless highly educated.
James Thomas Horn, Terired Veteran
after Mandela
nice laws - then Blacks play race card -
merit drowning with discards
Sun Sinks
Sun sinks, bids bye
to evening sky.
Twilight fades feeling shy.
In array eager egrets to fly.
Nest going crows cease to cry.
To reflect Sun-rays
Moon will try.
Night is nigh.
Lost love to sigh !
01/22/23
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Contest by Brian Strand
The somber sun sinks so silently in the still soul of the serene sea
On sands of sloping sodden shore shining shells slide, I stand to see
Clumped colors of clouds the curls of wave crests crave to capture
When in wandering wind they would waft, I would waltz with water.
December 1, 2017.