Best Slithery Poems
She senses before she sees
The manicured nails - the elegant fingers
Holding out the hundred dollar bills - enticingly - so temptingly
A generous nights takings of busking here
In one proffered hand
She grabs at it petrified it might be an illusion
Evaporating in a puff of smoke
Fingers hold it back, teasingly
Compelling eye contact
She looks up sceptically
Dark eyes meet her aqua blues, sparking a sort of affinity
‘Eyes are the window of one’s soul’- so it is said in all sincerity
But the magnetic dark eyes of her enticer are fathomless in their intensity
His type she has encountered before - money for favours
Well she is no novice - a living after all - a girl has to make
And his generous offer rivals his devilish good looks
But she senses a darkness favouring the energy emanating
A cold shiver runs through her veins like someone just walked on her grave
Fear ripples down her spine akin to a stroking finger chilled in ice
The spell he casts foreboding
The calmness of the night has taken flight
In its haste to set the macabre scene
Mesmerising are the eyes that bore into hers
Projected thoughts furtively slip into her mind
Infiltrating it like a slithery snake
Bringing with it forbidden thoughts of desire
She falls into the inky black abyss
Succumbing to heady dark passionate conceptualization
However the chilling message is coherent
This is not a mere opportunistic one night stand
That he desires
This is more - so much more
This is taboo concupiscence unleashed
This is her life in exchange for what?
Her life for immortality?
Surely not!
Yet his eyes eloquently convey it all
The hunger so unconcealed - so transparently flagrant
To yield to darkness
Satisfying his appetite for
Death of a different nature?
Obliteration of life as she knows it to be
Tenebrous Immortality in exchange for her blood
A prelude to his finale of taking her soul
And then a metamorphosis
From Prey to Predator
Video clip -
Like a Vampire- Catrien Maxwell
Categories:
slithery, dark, desire, love, lust,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
It seeps into your bones this silent sadness
Spreading like a caustic cancerous liquid
Black and oozing slithery fingers into spaces
Once open petals to joy and light ... and hope
Like the nap of a velvet pillow
Stroked with the palm against the grain
Changing smiles to tears and love to hate
Choking the light of life from your soul
You scream to release the impending hell
But the sound is choked back by the oil
And only a gurgle of a horrific thought emerges
The impact lost in the silenced words
No one knows ... no one sees
The unrelenting march of death that spreads
Beyond sight ... without sound ... in the depths
Of your being and your defeated mortality
Willing it to stop with what’s left of your resolve
Yet knowing your weak fight can no longer conquer
Surrendering to the chokehold on your soul
The night is your comfort and your demise.
____________________________
5/23/2018
Categories:
slithery, depression, sad,
Form:
Free verse
RED ANGEL
I see the fire in your eyes!
This Red Angel, who's not human, intriguing with lies.
Pointing to the path that leads to paradise.
Ending Revelations with violence, breaking every inch of ice.
Blazing wings like the sunset over a field of corn.
A row of roses with rubies sharper than a thorn.
A devious smile covering up a set of horns.
Diluting me with images, since the day I was born.
Goose bumps when your essence is near.
I linger and shiver my lips with fear.
A slithery hypnotic tongue, the Red Angel wipes away my tear.
Holding the reddish key, whispering the word. "FREEDOM!"Into my ear.
Like the crimson tide lifting me from drowning at his request.
I find my heart pondering deeper and deeper within my chest.
Blessed with the curse of 'death' when my demons are depressed.
I'm still smiling to the sweet surrender of your breath.
A halo exploding like the fur of a volcano filled with lava.
Allowing the angel's advocate around~like a tree of strawberry guava.
Swallowing my own drops of red blood from my own saliva.
Living like the dead after a full bottle of vodka.
I beg for mercy at the Red Angels cow like feet.
Collapsing with sweat in his sweet eternal heat.
Gasping for the fresh air to avoid the smell of rotten meat.
I see the aura of an angel with his fangs ready to feast and eat.
Falling into a daze towards the red picket fence.
My Red House engraved with flames, after my feeling where condense.
My soul tormented by goodness at evils expense.
Flowing with every feeling including God's given sixth sense...
By; P.D.
((( Merry X- Mass Everyone)))
Categories:
slithery, angel, beauty, care, celebration,
Form:
Rhyme
In the cool of the evening he laid there basking
as my fingers touched the gleaming surface of the pool.
Deeper i penetrated till my hand was beneath him,
slowly my fingers engaged his slithery belly,
then gently with a slight single movement
to and thro, then up and down
his whole body fully relaxed as he rolled a little
to accommodate me.
As he laid there his eye and my eyes connected
each of us wondering no doubt what the next move would be,
while carefully not to let my nose which was just above the surface
play any part in this my devious quest.
Suddenly a water skater bug came floating by
and decided to explore my nostril,
at this point making me sneeze, the force of the blast
sending the bug careering upon the surface.
In a flash swallowed by my impending supper
who then scurried away to the safety
of the rocky bed of the creek,
to become King Trout for another day.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Categories:
slithery, adventure, food,
Form:
Narrative
In a dreary mood, bent and broken,
With an ailment that crippled my life
I lay bedridden for many a month
With every muscle weakened by arthritis
And every nerve radiating the pain
Dull were the days and sore were the nights,
Time slouched on in mechanical beats,
Mind devoid of any buoyant thoughts,
Senses shut to every cheery throb of life,
I lay awake, day and night staring at the ceiling.
Never a smile lighted up my face,
Nor a gleam of hope brightened up my brain.
Inertia crept over from head to foot.
I had long lost my zest for life.
With my life sap drained out like an empty well,
All I felt was the burn of scalding drought.
Nothing could move my grief laden soul,
None could lift the weight off my back,
Embers of fire sparked from the anvil of my heart,
Heaves of sighs escaped my parched mouth,
I wriggled and writhed in unspeakable pain,
My spirits sank deeper into a slithery marsh,
I saw around only a thick pall of gloom,
Or was it a projection of my own self?
Anguish gnawed my nerves and sinews,
Flames of pain danced within my spine,
I felt my head wobbling and reeling,
And the heavy weight of lead all around my neck.
Felt being pushed down to abysmal depths,
And the octopus tightening its tentacles all around.
“Who on earth will set me free?
What on earth can lift me up?”
With thundering force, the question shook my weary self.
I sprang to my feet and broke the binding chains,
I found I was but in self – exile,
A captive entrapped within boundless space.
I saw the door opening to infinite lengths,
And the arched horizon looming larger than life,
Unbroken, I spread my wings and propelled up,
And darted through the clouds to distant shores.
Who would have thought, my life would change this way!
(Own Story)
Categories:
slithery, angst, depression, recovery from,
Form:
Free verse
One morning Dee woke to find the most unusual toad
Perched o’er the water line in the “bowels” of her commode
She put on gloves and sought to catch the elusive creature
But no matter how hard Dee tried, she just couldn’t reach her
So to the local newspaper, Dee wrote for assistance
A letter to the editor described Dee’s persistence
To her shock, the letter appeared the very next day
With her email below it for helpful hints to convey
Nearly seventy emails made their way to Dee’s inbox
Suggestions aplenty on how this critter to outfox
Some offered to come to Dee’s house and catch the motley toad
A biologist warned, “It can’t swim; don’t flush the commode!”
Dee lived very privately and wanted no strange house guests
So she declined “in-person” offers to pursue this quest
By day the toad managed to slip out of Dee’s gentle grasp
At night Dee reached for a toothbrush, felt a slithery clasp
The toad she called Todd was quickly escorted out the door
Although the potential for warts, Dee certainly abhorred
Newspaper staff got a kick out of Dee’s predicament
They called the next day to find out how her efforts had went
To all of the kind emailers Dee wrote of her success
But the public’s interest Dee was unable to suppress
So she wrote another letter, proclaiming, “The toad’s gone”
Concern for this toad was a noteworthy phenomenon
Beneath Dee’s letter describing Todd’s new outdoor abode
Was a cartoon and an ode to the toad in her commode
*Believe it or not, this is true!!! Happened to me when I lived in a wooded area.
A helpful biologist said it was a "tree toad" and couldn't swim.
Categories:
slithery, funny, nature, house, day,
Form:
Rhyme
spawned in the summer of 1853
these sliced succulent deep fried wonders
resulted from the demands of a complaining customer
whose ******** led our man, a one,
mr. george crum
to do his best to satisfy the putz in question by
replacing the humdrum n’ waterlogged n’ sodden,
slithery,
pommes de terre
with
his
new
&
improved
(as thin as could possibly be imagined),
drenched in salt,
deep fried & sizzling,
immaculate conception.
and as you can imagine, mr. cornelius vanderbilt
(said unruly customer),
whom mr. crum felt would most assuredly send back the creation he just made,
again,
for his money back,
instead
had something of an ****** of the taste buds!
and so these
“saratoga chips”
came to be the next big thing---
satisfying lovers of starch, grease & salt, everywhere.
it didn’t take long for word to get to canada where they buried them things in
dill pickle,
ketchup,
jalapeño & cheddar,
salt n’ pepper,
roast chicken---or to
austria where they soak em’ in garlic, bulgaria, where paprika is the taste of the day—
& colombia boasts
mayonesa y limón,
egypt popularized the kebob & stuffed vine leave essence of zest,
you got oregano chips in greece
you got the overwhelming majority chomping down the tayto’s in ireland
whereas in
russia
it is caviar, crab and
shashlik
which make the people salivate.
regardless of where you are or what you are doing
you can get some kind of potato chip
yes,
you can suck down that sodium & grease
mmmmmmmm
i
myself
am currently in something of a sour cream n’ onion phase---
and i must say
i praise the day
that crum went back in the
kitchen
&
angrily
whipped up a batch of
yummyness
for
vandy
to
suck
down---
commencing
la revolución de patatas fritas.
Categories:
slithery, life
Form:
Free verse
What do you dream
deep in the night when
all are asleep and the moon
shines bright?
Do you dream of fairy's
and elves or monsters
and demons with long
pointy tails?
Where do you go when
they take you away?
perhaps to a haunted
house or a beach by
the bay.Do you dream
of a castle upon a hill?
where a strange man
lives off of blood that's
been spilled.
What do you dream deep
in the night when all are
asleep and the moon shines
bright?DO you travel through
a forest within your dream
to hear howling at the moon
before a blood curdling scream?
Can you escape when your
dreams turn from light into
horrible madness and heart
pounding fright?you turn around
your in a different space still fast
asleep your eyelids begin to
flutter at a maddening pace.
The doctor is focused lightning
will strike giving life to his unholy
terror this night.What do you dream
deep in the night when all are asleep
and the moon shines bright
A young girl waits to invite you in
her long slithery split tongue touching
her chin.You climb the stairs to face
a horror unknown the devil dwells
here to make her his own.Morning
arrives it was all just a dream or
rather a nightmare all to real it seemed.
What do you dream deep in the night
when all are asleep and the moon
shines bright?
Categories:
slithery, dark, dream,
Form:
Narrative
snake
slithery snake
slippery slithery snake
smiling slippery slithery snake
sensory smiling slippery slithery snake
sensory smiling slippery slithery snake
searching for some dinner
Snake glides
Through grass
Over
Pebbles
Forked tongue
Working
Never
Speaking
But its
Body
Whispers
Listen
Categories:
slithery, nature,
Form:
Concrete
HOW MUCH MORE
The ocean skies strike again
bathing the ground all day,
slithery and of polka leaves
crashed by wild and woolly,
wailing Western winds... Break!
Even the trees are trembling,
Rattling in silence scream
as their branchlets slowly fall.
The tweedles I heard are protests
as birds rush! Rush for shelter!
How much more is the man,
I saw in the street?
____________________________________
By: Olive Eloisa Guillermo -Fraser
December 30, 2015 @3:40 pm
Categories:
slithery, community, environment, people, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
The Electoral College is fraud.
At it's best they take us hostage
Then pay our ransom in jest
This two-party-system
Disingenuous
Slithery snakes
Investing
In fear
Stock.
Categories:
slithery, political, satire
Form:
Nonet
The ancient aliens came to earth
They came in droves for what it was worth
Silver saucers spinning through the blue
Aliens landed with much ado
Revered as Gods they helped us all out
Most scared at first, we did scream and shout
They were small and grey with bulging eyes
Despite their strange looks they were nice guys
They built pyramids lickety split
That Mayan calendar was a hit
They brought us frogs and slithery snakes
I wish they hadn’t for heaven’s sakes!
Showing us how to plant crops was great
Sharing was a kind alien trait
Soon they left and zoomed off past the moon
Promising to come back again soon
We eagerly await their return
There are many more things we can learn
Categories:
slithery, history,
Form:
Couplet
Love and Hate Relationship
You are so good at pushing that wrong button
You had my blood pressure boiling all of a sudden
How can you be so sarcastic
Your behavior can be so darn drastic
You start a fight and then you run away and leave
Turning your words around, misconceived
The tears you cry are nothing but fake
All is for yourself, you slithery snake
Then you send flowers, to make yourself look good
Always trying to get away with things, if you could you would
The words you speak, smooth as a poet
You know how to get your way, and you know it
You have a way about you, I melt like butter
Your one of a kind, unlike no other
Your skin so shiny, like a begonia
Your kisses are sweet, your my petunia
You protect your heart, but you give your soul
Your very good at damage control
Your tears flow, we melt as one
Your boundaries for a second, forgotton, another day has begun
Contest by: vienna bombardiere
Written by: Debra Falgout
September 5, 2012
Categories:
slithery, confusion, words,
Form:
Rhyme
Salted memories of childhood.
Bitter taste of tears.
Father teaching me to swim.
Overcoming my fears.
Searching for cockles at the beach.
Little bubbles in the sand.
Scrape with the garden rake.
Then dig in with your hand.
Periwinkle soup on Friday night.
With their curly little tail.
Flip the lid off with a needle,
to expose the little snail.
Oysters were a special treat.
I loved their slithery slide.
Salted memories in my mouth.
It made me want to dive.
Crab claws from the fishermen,
hawling their baskets in.
Daddy would do a deal with them,
as we were in for a swim.
Salted memories from years ago.
Bitter taste of tears.
I miss my home and always will.
Forever down the years.
Categories:
slithery, absence, age, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
Silvery, slithery words
Where do they come from?
Hidden
In the well’s dankness
Arising willfully
Surprisingly
Unheedful of my reaction
Or yours
Molding the present
Spilling out of my mouth
Announcing themselves to the world
Often without telling me first
Categories:
slithery, humorous, irony, words,
Form:
Free verse