Best Spine Poems
her spine that musical instrument
I strummed plucking sounds chords and tones
in axis, the toothed vertebra
she turned her head saying she knew
everything I know she didn't know
about heathen nights and their shifting moons
or all jesus christs in christianity but it's a lie
as I climbed my fingers now in atlas
carefully completing the bone contour
even in her eye there was a grimace
the rain started at that unexpected time
hence the absurd and sudden silence of the dogs
before scared of the moonlight.
I have walked these medullary paths for centuries
watching a vertebrate world under warm skin
the panting breath of one who will love
and on the outside the metamorphosis that makes us replicate
honeyed songs and languid concepts of what's sensual
because the touch that compresses the column
squeezes and grabs the body planet by the spine
allows me to foresee the rheumatic pain of tomorrow
the thorny gorges we'll walk through in trauma
sneaking us away from the blatant truths
that no one really wants to know.
Only me,
looking at the blue sky,
and the blue looking at me,
No doubts,
Only me,
lying on lavish grass and breathing
the smell of wet earth after rain,
No doubts,
Only me,
and my sweet pain reflecting
into each other’s eyes,
No doubts,
Only me,
and you kissing the
droplets of hidden desire,
No doubts,
Endurance upon the page
Edited with audacity
May these words persevere
To catch the right complacency
Written with courage
Erased with fierce endurance
May these words come to me
Fortified by my assurance
It is daring, to say the least
Like cool, calm heroism
May these words be my virtue
Extraordinary prowess in a prism
This here is my backbone
A skeleton of determination
May these words I share remain
Brazen-gold without citation
Written with full tenacity
Combining letters with gumption
These words are from me
To you, regardless of presumption
What do you need from me?
I'm here to lick your self-inflicted wounds,
Turning selfish hearts, in time, to something far more valid.
I'm here, a spine, for selfless times,
A backbone if it's needed.
I'm here, and here to stay.
Foolishly I acted in her presence
After she left me ,realised her essence
an inextricable thread got removed, now my world looks palid
She embellished my life, like veggies to a salad
For she was the one guiding me when my mother wit crumbled
And now she is not there my life is back to jumble
Together we travelled to newer shores
Now a rambler, failing to manage even my basic chores
Acting as my spine , to counter the worldly sharks
Now In her absence I am again back to the dark
The world for me now is upside down
Snide stories being cooked by the entire town
As cool as it sounds but it's hard to be single
Festivals aren't more thrilling nor I feel any jingle
We both were at fault, but never bothered to resolve
Even though you wanted ,the trust element dissolved
Now you are with someone else , and it's too late
You won't be coming back to me ,
even on unfolding an expensive bait
and even if you wish to return conditions have now changed
cold breeze of differences repealing you away from my range
Ego breaks a relationship into sand
Deluding you, being the incharge
But making it slip from your hand
So reach out to your beloved ones , before it gets late
Any minute/large difference, confront it straight
Unwind your feelings without any hesitation
Else keep on cursing fate in perpetuation
That you failed to assuage it's gravity
Now Crying over it till eternity!!
Bliss energised spine
Synced with love beats chime,
God’s blessings sublime
throbs as pulse divine,
implanted in spine.
Assimilation
of bliss elation
takes us to heaven
through chakras seven.
Crown, third eye and heart
cause rapture to start;
love flow unending,
as joy ascending.
The way is easy;
rest desires sleazy.
Nothing need be done,
when we’re with God one.
03-January-2023
My spinal column was extremely painful.
As a believer in bodily regeneration
I had endured for long, hopeful
For a natural recuperation.
However, the condition kept getting worse.
Changing sides in bed waxed hard.
The back felt any sudden force
On the ribs if pushed outward.
It being then several weeks of this ordeal
I was forced to seek medical help.
I figured that if at all I would heal
The pain would nonetheless take weeks to dissolve!
I walked into the doctor's checking room.
I was asked to explain the problem.
Suspecting that my ailment might spell doom,
I explained, disability to stem!
I was ready for a prolonged treatment,
Willing to endure for as long as necessary,
In a way that would be congruent
With the virulence of my misery.
The doctor asked me to stand up facing back;
Then he stood with his back against mine.
He had us hook elbows and like a bag
He lifted me by bending forward his spine.
By bending like that with my back against his
He caused my back to gently stretch.
He stood me on the ground again and this
Short procedure ended my rough patch!
From that moment I was a fit man!
I can't recall if he prescribed a drug.
A pain free lease on life began!
I was so happy the doctor I could hug!
Decay, decays?
Never, this oak lives forever!
Bit by beetle bugs that on me did graze.
Birds my bark did sever.
A broken twig pointed the way of my decline.
Twisted limbs, fungus, and burls strained this trunky spine.
Termites made my hollows to whine.
Leaves lost their grip, falling, as I, over chill days.
Date: 06/14/2019
Contest: Writing Challenge 1, June 2019, Crumbling Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Not Sure If Up Your Spine
From you, there is something that I need
Tell me what poem you would want to read
So I can feel contented and also reassured
All problems by me can readily be endured.
Read my poem casually and then when done
Realize were not refused or rejected by anyone
To hear my poems listeners will have waited
You will discover they were deeply appreciated.
I will not try to barge in or move to front of line
Or ever sound arrogant like an exotic Einstein
Who of entire field possessed all the knowledge
Although he refused and never went to college.
Take me and my poems as were meant to be
Easy to be understand and full of simplicity
When I read my poem and reached its end
Not sure if up your spine any shivers will send.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
With Blades
I have drawn
In my restless sleep
I linger in the past
Were my souls
Dry husks of horrors
Are cast
Each one an image in time
The dead feelings have no life
Each blade cuts the dead life away
Like dried skin tattooed with history.
I have drawn sharp blades
in sleepless nights.
They are cast in the infernos
of my Tortured mind.
Furnaces of my damaged ego
I am damned
I pierce my skin
I suffer the pain
Each blade reminds me of what I am.
What I have done.
Piercing my fingers
as I slide them in.
With blades
I have forged
in my deepest infernal nightmares.
Each one has a name emblazoned upon
Each word of my horror
They cut eternal
Here in the dark
Here in my restless sleep
My deepest nightmare.
Here I remain.
Feeling the blades sliver sharp
Sliding into
My spine
Down
Deep…
Trump Without A Spine
We always knew Trump was without a spine;
Less having called someone a Frankenstein;
Never did share;
Caught in snare;
Was far off base and completely out of line.
Jim Horn
As usual, related to news of the day.
Dance with me, my love
Through darkened moon
Tying strings at rising noon
Come to me
Delicate wing
I
Am
Golden spun christened
Time's blade kept me
I have seen
With your eyes
Now pressed
Silken sleep
Weave your cocoon
So we can emerge
Eachother
Rainbow spine
SEX, NEXUS AND PLEXUS
Kama Sutra,
Fifty Shades of grey
Femme Fatale...
The Last Tango in Paris...!
PS Spine poetry, a specific form of found poetry, is a fun way to create your own original poems using book titles written on the spines of books. The poems can be free verse or rhyming, have a rhythm and structure like a haiku poem or not. ... in this Case i wrote it with titles of movies !It's all up to you !
Trump Had Been Born Without a Spine
A rather spineless character
Trump had been born without a spine;
He grew up and was always out of line;
Could be big catch;
Started from scratch;
Sent us a time bomb for a valentine.
Jim Horn
Ice pops and cold brew in a gust,
twice shy but always I’m bitten;
Price is right for the richest high,
spice swirled in leaves a gal smitten;
Cheat code for a frosty blizzard,
treat black ice until it’s melting;
Heat isn’t just born in a fire,
beat that fever with spine-chilling.