Best Subsidence Poems
“Don’t turn your back on the water...” my grandmother told me as I
skimmed stones across the tiny ripples of rock pools.
Small scaly creatures and stones sliced toes like knives but
we were full of excitement then,
craning necks and nets at the alien life under water that
swilled any blood away in a salty sting.
Until that day.
My rock pool filled with tears/spit/teeth from savaged parents
covered and muddied by seaweed from miles out - dragged against
flotsam and jetsam from the seabed. It all tipped endlessly into my rock
pool in a careless hurry/rush/smash like workmen at skips.
I went back to those pools and streams, like tears, crawling from the lake.
Found it was lost and
drowning within its own water:
a roof slate, a car, a swing from along the coast. A doll’s
head that just bobbed and plopped.
It would have been sucked and spat
upward, surging towards the sky with plastic arms praying,
in the deluge just moments (days?) before.
It’s not my rock pool anymore. It’s not our town.
People killed by geography:
Subduction – Subtraction of me from my family.
Subsidence - Insidious silence that lulled people to exposed sand with palm trees over heads like question marks… before the wave even Noah would struggle to sail.
Tsunami… you and me.
“Don’t turn your back on the water...” my grandmother told me
Categories:
subsidence, family,
Form:
Free verse
Get rid of the ice, pills and hash.
I wouldn’t hide your stash.
Down the toilet it would go.
If I were your love, if it were so.
I’d lock the door, hide the key.
We’d do it together you and me.
No use you wailing or screaming.
I know this is just me dreaming.
To be right there with you,
I know I could help you through.
Through anxiety and muscle aches,
I know I have what it takes.
Withdrawals aren’t that easy to take.
If I had your love, a change I’d make.
Paranoia and irregular heart rate,
Together we could seal your fate.
I’d make you eat and exercise.
I’d hold you when you fantasize.
Change the habit of your sleep.
My feelings for you are so deep.
Til withdrawals subsidence begin.
Should fever or seizures set in,
Caring I will make that fever gone.
You will start to want to go on.
I would stay and be right there.
Always with you cause I care.
Together we’d beat this thing.
If I were your love, joy I’d bring.
But I am not your love, it’s not me.
She has your heart, its plain to see.
I adore you with conviction.
And she will still aid your addiction.
Categories:
subsidence, addiction,
Form:
Rhyme
Love is a distant silence;
Engulfing all in its guidance,
A paradise lost in subsidence.
As the will of the stars,
Enlightening each on whom it befalls,
Enticing one as it calls.
Bestowing life along sensually,
Two to laugh away carelessly,
To fall without care unconditionally.
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Categories:
subsidence, love, nostalgia, peace, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
When Z died
I had never cried
So much for someone
Hour upon hour
I would think of her
And a tightness in my chest
Would spread
As I thought of the suddenness
Of her passing
How afraid
She must have been
How she must have suffered
Even more than when she was
Living her life
My tears flowed
For my loss
And for hers
But then one day
The drops stopped
The ache ended
And I thought of her less and less
Did that make me
Cold? Callous? Uncaring?
Or is that the natural order of things?
A subsidence of depth
For tears that were wept
So many cried
Yet they have all dried
"Crying" - Written for "In Search of the Human Mind" Contest by A Rambling Poet
Categories:
subsidence, death, life, loss
Form:
Free verse
I bought a piece of land, for my family and me,
to build a perfect home on a plot beside the sea.
I employed a local Surveyor to help draw up the plans,
to build my family dream house on the beach at ‘Lincoln Sands’
He came and took some measurements and samples from the plot,
and I asked if he could include the moorings for a yacht.
The Surveyor did recommend a custom built lighthouse.
He suggested that I go home and discuss this with my spouse.
Accepting his advice we telephoned that day,
and asked a local architect to start building right away.
We installed a lighthouse lamp, a million candles bright,
to warn the ships and sailors on a dark or foggy night.
But my wife and I would argue, due to lack of sleep,
"I can take light nights no more" my wife to me would weep.
Several years have passed and I'm living all alone,
She left me for a sailor, shipwrecked near our home!
One day, whilst drowning my sorrows in my local public house,
I met the smooth talking Surveyor and I called him such a louse.
“I was surprised when you advised a lighthouse by the sea,
But I didn't expect the profound effect it would have on my wife and me”.
“No”, said the Surveyor "I think you misunderstand-my concern was with subsidence and the risk of shifting sand and I advised a ‘lighter house’ upon your plot of land!”
24th July 2017
Categories:
subsidence, break up, humorous, sea,
Form:
Narrative
Telephones are a useless reflection of communication as forms of forks do not require such modernity to talk. When planning waltzing with 89 peas for a show that has been advertised globally always be mindful of pods. Pods are anarchical and can cause the peas to wish to jump back into bed. Such a luxury of a green shroud. No sheets necessary in a shell. The wandering significance of a beetroot is characterised always by the remaining stain. Yet whilst clearing this essence it is wise to chant to the plant and dance in a semi circular motion. Beads baked brought baths. And bathing in reed encrusted streams can deliver a view of an alternate skyline deemed very secret. Great isn't it. The introduction of waddling pink animals equals the eradication of crop. No food. Nothing. Yet it can be ascertained that when the smoke was sailing up to the blue moon the ancestral wisdoms would allow for defences and ideas steaming from plants can be very useful. The huge bowl with a diameter of over 5000 feet now caters not for wild but for trotting uniforms. Crater cantering carnage. And carriages carry ornately dressed ladies with parasols. Wow. One cannot tame such an expanse? Put inhabitants into caged areas? Bang bang then gone. Misted views sold. Tailoring a society to adhere to a rule book dominated by two legged earth dwellers. Yet, it is with correction the problem is seen. And much land cries with the entrance of the feathered helmets and the exit of the caretakers of the mother. Sit then many caves. Many caves stood. Digging dwellings decidedly difficult. No ha to this. And no x today nor tomorrow. Subsidence silent. C s b q y colonisation *
Categories:
subsidence, anger, angst,
Form:
Let heavens light enrapture me,
Protect me from the evil that I can’t see.
Allow me to filter to spirits of pure,
And rid me from foes, just wanting to lure.
I relax my vessel and open my mind,
Spirits now guide me to what I must find.
First send the light to see me right,
Then in that warmth I’ll stay and hang tight,
To see the visions you pass unto me,
Good or bad, I’ll try not to flee.
Messages come, riddled and cryptic,
I’ll work them out later with tea and a biscuit.
I know you’ll tell me in a way I can decipher,
Sometimes I wish, I was a slightly better writer.
Given to me in a way I should understand,
Aid to help me walk easier upon this land.
I thank you spirits for your wisdom and guidance,
May I call on you again when I feel a little subsidence?
Categories:
subsidence, faith, funny, hope, me,
Form:
Rhyme
I hear the tantalizing sound
Of sibilant sea waves shaping
sandy shorelines, beckoning my
Soul’s return whence it came
With every endless subsidence.
Like a giant magnet it draws
Me toward its salty expanse
As if in a soporific
Sleep; a somnambulating stroll
Into undulated wetness
Arouses me from my stupor
As it washes over my feet.
I look down at its shallow depth
and smile at my progenitor.
Categories:
subsidence, inspirational
Form:
Verse
The road less traveled is with our savior and king.
His selflessness for his life, made the Angels’ sing.
Within his life as told, he traveled many roads.
He visited so many welcomed in many abodes.
Listening to his voice and words were healing.
Teaching right from wrong, forgiving stealing,
Preaching love and honor, giving such respect,
Embracing the poor, misguided, he did reflect.
All that his father had enriched into his soul,
Spreading the word, along with his father’s goal,
He knew his future was ending, proceeding on.
Traveling the road less traveled his was foregone.
We cannot profess, ourselves, as great as our savior.
However, he promised to walk beside our behavior.
All that he requires is to ask for his love and guidance.
We have love for him, and not travel into subsidence.
written by Cecil Hickman
Categories:
subsidence, dedication, devotion, faith, forgiveness,
Form:
Rhyme
Moved beyond the glow, volcanic fires
Gigantic flares exude to this domain,
Sharing what is essentially our desires
Acceptance is white hot, we come again.
For every ounce of force there is recede
The many thrusts of rage that share a time
In coming with each other to concede;
The fact remains, we cool to wait the climb.
It heals the rift between the stubborn split
Of virginal desires that spare the rod,
To bridge perspiring atmospheres that hit
The temperatures that uppermost can prod.
Between the gates of heaven there is. Well!
The saturates to drift betrothal vows;
To overcome the centuries indeed swell,
Where copulations need the great arouse.
The flow of each sensation moves about,
Like nothing on this earth can fully load,
The mound is fully filled, and roustabout
Becomes the baby’s maker, both explode.
As the interceptions feels the tingle move,
Euretha spurts as nature’s aftercare
The slag is more subsidence than a groove,
Indeed it is, to push the land elsewhere.
Categories:
subsidence, nature, passion, uplifting, visionary,
Form:
Rhyme
They say angels walk the Earth-
Well I know, we had our Mom
The trouble is what life is worth
When the time will come
This journey won’t be easy
Incomplete without your guidance
Reality makes me queasy
And resulted in subsidence
The world comes crashing down
And time remains relentless
Each smile turns to a frown
And the air leaves me breathless
But beneath all the hurt
All the tears that cloud my mind
We mustn’t subvert
How much love is left behind
Categories:
subsidence, angel, missing you, mom,
Form:
Free verse
This quill is calling out to you!
Ink brighter than skies cold blue
Even in my darkest desired silence.
Metronome paced sands trickle steadily into
sorrow's timepiece; my glass prison cells view
And in the wake of saddest Decembers haze
Even though I'm frozen in most ways
I still desire evermore to seek your guidance.
When my words break softly under your gaze
Have I finally figured out that love is still a maze?
Penned, buy a candle light or two
Because it's my favorite color, too
Your substance; it becomes my covering subsidence.
Measuring miseries malignant moments of magnitude
It has left me wounded with no concept, anymore of gratitude
In the ink wells now, just waterfalls; I remember my sadness through
But within every empty broken heart drop; I'll always wish for amnesia with regards to you!
Categories:
subsidence, devotion, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
Sloping hills roll nearby
Sliding scree, drops awry
Slanted rock face bone dry
Slipping boulders, sweep by \\•,,,
Shelves break off splinters fly \\\\\••,,,
Sprawling dust blocks blue sky \\\\\\\\•••,,,,
Skewed landscape forms hereby\\\\\\\\\\\••••,,,
Written April 22 2021
for "Pleiades "S" Contest"
sponsored by Kim Merryman
Syllable counter PS 7x6
Categories:
subsidence, allusion, imagery, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Tears formed appear,
reservoir lacrimal pumped
begins in the heart....
Categories:
subsidence, natural disasters, people, sad,
Form:
Senryu
With the cross purposes of taking up the slack of my composition and by the way taking some snacks as well, I dragged my feet into the Mc Donald restaurant and randomly picked a seat at a corner on the second floor. Somehow having omitted both handset preordering and spot ordering, I took out my mobile phone shillyshally and began to flip through the pages of my writing drafts stored in it. Stingy spacing skimping font size, small screen seizing my sight, both made these passages look drearier and drearier. Confused conception lingering in mind, affected appetite agitating my stomach, both made me feel more and more ill at ease. My visions were roving from boredom to barrenness, my vibes groping between darkness and disorientation. The delicate doodle patterns painted on the wall cannot help out my stranded inspiration; The fresh drafts circulating around the well air-conditioned hall cannot purge the surly stuffiness surrounding my clogged contemplation. Concomitant was a sense of subsidence and stagnation locking onto me and homing in on me step by step. I got to realize it was not just my frame of mind, but the whole frame of physique that were getting enormously encumbered. My hapless buttocks, deeply sagged into the chair and saddled with all these encumbrances, were bearing their full brunt and an ensuing torturous sensation of being tightly pinned while finding no way to dodge this undeserved vicarious punishment that was actually derived from either the smothered smolder of my dining velleity or the snagged threads of my conceptive clues, or rather from both......
Read as double Dutch
my fuddled ideas cost much
without going Dutch
Categories:
subsidence, inspirational, work, writing,
Form:
Haibun