Best Slink Poems
I will not dim my light so you can shine
I will not still my voice so you can scream
I will not quench my blaze so you can burn
I will not hush my thoughts so you can dream
I will not stifle truth so you can preach
I will not slink away so you can claim
I will not be demure so you can boast
I will not bend my head so you can blame
I will not hide my thirst so you can drink
I will not stave my wants so you can eat
I will not follow, just to let you lead
I will not stand so you can take my seat
Equality is what I’m striving for
The days must end when men demand to rule
My voice will not be silenced; all will hear:
A woman is a blessing, not a tool
She is the beauty of bejeweled night
She is the wonder of the dawning day
Her wisdom she can temper with her might
She is the one to show Compassion's way
You do her wrong when you suppress her song
When callus hearted-mind sees but her form
Her virtue is her gentle loving soul
Tranquility is she when not the storm
I will not be untrue to gendered grace
to fit the manly notions of your mind
I’ll speak and love and laugh, and yes, I’ll thrive!
With pride I’ll see you bow to womankind
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
slink, truth, woman,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Anxiety, Anxiety-
you creep, you lurk, you worry me
Mangy monster under my bed
on all my fears you must be fed
and when I try to starve you out
you stab me with a blade of doubt
You sneaky, scurrilous, savage beast
I don't hate you, but I like you least!
You are not cute or cuddly
why do I let you cling to me?
You're ugly and you're worrisome
you drain my joy and leave me glum
Anxiety, Anxiety-
I hear you've achieved notoriety
evidently I'm not the only one
you'll hassle them all before you're done!
'Though, I don't see how you find the time
to carry out your heinous crime...
For all day long, and nighttime, too
a hovering pest, too big to “shoo”
you hang around and taunt me fierce
by dangling daggers with which to pierce
I tremble in my delicate skin
but chin stuck out, I'm determined to win
Anxiety, Anxiety-
you will not get the best of me!
You've wasted enough of my precious years
you deserve no sympathy or tears
like the monster you are, you'll be destroyed
I've armed myself with the likes of Freud
While you watch me, I'll study you more...
know your every weakness- for this is war!
I'll vanquish you for once and all
I've armored up for the bloody brawl
but hey- what's this, a hasty retreat?
Don't tell me that you admit defeat!
No Anxiety, Anxiety-
you're devious, sly and slippery
Before you let me kill you off
you slink away to smirk and scoff
knowing full well that you'll come back
to get me with a sneak-attack!
Categories:
slink, anxiety, emotions, feelings, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh, Loch Ness monster, there you are,
from depths below to surface came...
and Nessie you are called by name.
'Neath eerie moon that glows afar
and thunder clouds with battle cries
that summon lightning to the skies,
you raise your head, just like a star
in monster films, yet you seem real,
and slink with prehistoric zeal.
You come and go...it's so bizarre;
a myth, non-fiction, no one knows,
so short-lived are your sudden shows.
What world below has met your bar,
within the Loch Ness mystery,
that grants you space in history?
Oh, Loch Ness monster, there you are.
Neath eerie moon that glows afar,
you raise your head, just like a star.
You come and go...it's so bizarre.
What world below has met your bar?
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Loch Ness
Sponsor: Thivia Shetley
Constanza Form
Judged: 01/31/2018
Categories:
slink, mystery, myth, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
A teal twilight inks cobalt silhouettes
while distant stars unveil their twinkling lights.
And shadows slink forth, melding with the night,
as a setting Sun feigns a scarlet death.
Pink clouds cluster at the horizon's edge,
garnering shades of cerise and purple.
And daylight shrinks to a brindled aura,
reflected in rusty crystals of ice.
Dusk weeps dewdrops, yet grieves to no avail,
as darkness dims, the last lingering light.
And brisk breezes whisk heat away in gusts,
eerily chilling both body and soul.
Long skeletal fingers anchor the sky
to a lone tree rooted in ebony.
And a marshmallow moon appears snagged,
in the netting of its velcro branches.
Creatures of the dark stir from sleep's slumber;
in the wake of a slowly sinking Sun.
And where silence rules, sound bends to its will,
all but a cricket's haunting, piercing shrill.
Categories:
slink, nature,
Form:
Blank verse
From life you chose to disappear
Yielding to waves that lured you in
Never knowing what could have been
Each day I'm haunted by grim fear
Anguished by the most dreadful thought ~
What had I done to break your heart
My lashes tether to each tear
When the sun slips into the sea
I cry, wishing it could be me
I miss you so, my love, my dear
I ache day and night, all alone
My fate, a visage I bemoan
Oh, how I yearn to hold you near
Like the sun, I shall slink away
to rest in your arms 'neath the bay
From life you chose to disappear
Each day I'm haunted by grim fear
My lashes tether to each tear
I miss you so, my love, my dear
Oh how I yearn to hold you near
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NOT WRITTEN FOR ANY CONTEST
Categories:
slink, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
The flatline walk between two —
On each side, the little girl;
Night nears to crush bones —
The woman beneath sheets,
On each side, the little girl —
She's straining even on wings;
Night nears to crush bones;
Flowers slink low, while stars fall out —
She's straining even on wings —
Night nears to crush bones;
Flowers slink now, while stars fall out,
The flatline walk between two.
Categories:
slink, angst, depression, dream, history,
Form:
Pantoum
1. "I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..." E.E. Cummings
You gave to me your heart when we were young.
On stars we danced, and on the moon we swung.
Unfailingly your heart beat just for me.
Rhapsody’s composers of romance were we.
Honey of your sweet lips. . . I taste it still.
Eventide consumes me with thoughts of you.
As shadows slink in and sun slides behind the hill,
Rivers of memories flood me through and through.
Tears fall. I have loved your heart, and I always will.
Categories:
slink, love,
Form:
Acrostic
The Dawn
The Dawn, with enormous slowness, penetrates
Chasing darkness back behind his gates
Where, displaced, he will a while reside
Forced to retreat before the crimson tide
That creeps across the land until she frees
All from the night, she moves by sure degrees
The orange glimmer runs to thinnest blue
And on to black with ever changing hue
The heavens bow, the stars they disappear
One by one, until the sky is clear
The golden dome erupts and light she spreads
To encourage all to leave their beds
The moon decides it’s time to slink away
Out shone by mornings colour filled array
The welcome lamp arrives to please the trees
The creatures of the day, the flowers, bees
The birds awake and then begin to raise
In raptures to her glory, songs of praise
Once more the spectre of eternal night
She breaks and gives the Earth her wondrous light
Then man knows best his insignificance
Looks on in awe at her magnificence
Alone he stands upon this modest hill
And prays she comes each day
And always will.
Categories:
slink, morning,
Form:
Couplet
Your pace of life is just sublime
When blessed with seasons, wet and warm
With foliage and fungi, you mark your time
A gastropod; a handsome form
As your journey is marked with a trail of slime
I wish you well, as you perform
O slink away from the hearty hedgehog
Spread word of your foes with silent talks
Avoid beer traps, salt piles, the brazen frog
And gardeners with their rakes and forks
I know every journey's a slow footslog
So, use well those tentacles and fine eye stalks
Categories:
slink, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
I have a to- do list cos I am thirty this year
Top of the agenda is to ride bareback through fire
Done many things in my short life
My twenty todo list did cause me strife
Wanted to walk on wings flying way up above
My bravery ran out they had to give me a shove
I did it, i perused the land from on high
What a beautiful thing, this variable sky
Back to the circus ring, my stomach did flip
Thoughts of why the heck did i think of this
Brought out this Black Stallion with nostrils aflare
Grabbed hold of his mane he gave me a stare.
We hadnt even started yet
my hands they did sweat
Then I saw the large ring, no flames afire
Wanted to slink off and forget i was here
As I got up close my nostrils held that smell
The oily rags lit up were as hot as hell
Lit up was like a giant firework display
Riding through it, oh my did i pray
The horse didnt flinch as I fell around his neck and cried
Thank you Black Stallion for being a safe steed
Categories:
slink, fire, horse,
Form:
Couplet
Forced to Face the Mirror
I kneel before my master and rub my cheek upon his thigh;
I know what comes next; I won't allow myself to cry.
He tells me to stand up now, and as always, I obey;
He twists my arms behind my back, and then he leads the way.
He stands me before my reflection, my mortal enemy;
Bruised, broken, and naked, she stares back out at me.
I beg him "Please don't do this." He kisses me on the cheek;
Then he turns my head to face her, this woman, scared and weak.
Her body is not perfect, there are scars and deep, dark lines;
He appears not to notice and rubs his fingers up my spine.
He stares at my reflection til I can't stand it anymore;
So I try to turn around and slink down to the floor.
He catches me and lifts me up, forcing me to stand;
Then gently holds me by the throat with his strong and calloused hand.
He forces me to watch as he slowly drinks me in;
With nothing but his eyes, he caresses my skin.
I think I hear the slightest moan escaping with his breath;
The thought that he's enjoying this is like a silent death.
I feel his face come near my neck, he inhales my scent and soul;
His lips graze my shoulder, and I almost lose control.
Why will he not touch me? Does he dislike what he sees?
I can make him happy if he'd just allow me to my knees!
My body and mind are screaming, I need his reassuring touch;
But he won't lay a finger on me, just watches... It's too much!
I squeeze my eyes together. "Don't let him see you cry!"
His voice cuts through the haze, the words a lullaby.
"It's okay, my darling. Give to me your tears."
"I will lick them from your cheeks, and kiss away your fears."
Categories:
slink, body, desire, longing, lust,
Form:
Couplet
Powder puff clouds drift in dark dusky sky
Obscuring the moonbeams way up high
Murky shadows dance upon the street
Unnerving passers-by as they meet
Skeletal winter branches wave their fingers
in swirling grey mist, see how it lingers
I hurry past as the shadows frighten me
Their ghostly forms are plain to see
Bright moon peeps round and brings me light
Its shining face is such a reassuring sight
Creepy shadows are slowly diminished
My midnight walk will soon be finished
I hurry home as the shadows slink away
They will rest now and return another day
As soon as dawn breaks, the eerie shadows die
Bright golden sun will illuminate the sky
11~15~15
Categories:
slink, moon, nature, night,
Form:
Rhyme
“Soon”, I said, knowing probably never;
“Maybe later, after it’s way better weather”.
“Stop bugging me - I said, soon,” are the words I repeated,
“After you give me the five minutes of peace that I’ve needed!”
Not one minute passes and they’re asking again,
“Ask one more time and it’s never, my friend!”
I should never have mentioned the possibility,
That all of the kids could someday go there with me.
“I don’t know how soon soon is – it might be today;
It could be in a month or a good year away.”
“But one thing is sure, it will never arrive,
If you keep on pestering - on that, please rely.”
“So think of something else that all of you can do
Instead of asking that stupid question every minute or two.”
“As soon as soon finally gets here I’ll let you all know
And no sooner than that will be the day that we go.”
“So that word you keep asking, which I will not repeat,
Won’t get soon here sooner – so the ask, please delete.”
They walked away sad, with a slink and a mope,
But without asking again – for an entire day, I can hope.
And as soon as they give up on it ever arriving -
Soon will arrive and there we’ll be driving.
Categories:
slink, funny, lifeme,
Form:
Couplet
narcissists with huge egos slither and slink ~ hmmm, what would Rumi think
a sly smile on their lips, thinking it's a disguise ~ not from many eyes
having an overly aggressive attitude ~ it's just plain a-rse rude
they are like lemons with sour zest ~ for goodness sake, please give it a rest
Categories:
slink, conflict,
Form:
Monoku
("Noh" is an ancient Japanese style of
drama, broadly similar to Elizabethan
tragedy. "The Wind in the Pines" is
my version of a well-known Noh play.)
2. The Beach, After Dark
The coast has drowned in the gloomy night,
but the moon shines. Two women in white
come along the shore - Matsukaze,
with her sister Murasame.
They seem to float like smoke, in dresses
with long, wide sleeves, their hair in tresses.
MATSUKAZE
The sad waves lap on our feet,
then slide back. Like hope, they meet
us running, then dissipate. Once spent,
they slink off, ashamed, but can't prevent
falling down to the cold sea.
This is how it must always be.
MURASAME
When the tide relinquishes its assault on land
and drains away, it is sure to strand
small pools among the boulders, strewn
along the beach. And, all too soon,
the life in these tiny oceans, forlorn,
will fade, like you and I, before the dawn.
MATSUKAZE
The moon can't cast any light through the pine.
Our lovely sleeves, weighted down with brine,
will tire us quickly. Crabs without shells,
we are women who have no lover. Smell
the sea fog, sister! Like a clammy dress,
it clings to us, like our loneliness.
MURASAME
Salt in everything. In our hair, our skin.
It sucks out our essence, leaves us thin
and pale. Our only company, the moon ...
and she will weaken and flounder, soon
enough. She stirs the ocean, churning
chill water, exciting in us a hopeless yearning.
MATSUKAZE
I hear the fishermen out on the sea,
and I want there to be a man for me.
They call, one to another. Out there.
I smell smoke stinging the air,
but no woodsman sees my boxwood comb.
They cut fresh reeds, not for my home.
MURASAME
Look, sister! The moon's in my pail!
And in yours, too. But there it sails,
up in the sky, singular, not two.
These little moons are like me and you,
illusions that can never truly be,
two facets of one destiny.
Categories:
slink, myth,
Form:
Couplet