Best Symbiotic Poems
I've lost all perception
of where you stop
and I begin
AP: 3rd place 2022
Hi....You the
Symbiotic fantasy,
I want to paint
You on my
Background
Of the minds canvas,
By some soft and smooth
Stroke of my artistic brush.
Your tremble and nimble eyes
Are the symbol of eternal beauty.
Your soft and sweet pair of lips
Can defeat the petals of rose.
There is a simple honesty
In every groove of
Your glamorous
Physique.
Your rosy cheeks is the
Beautiful example of
Erotic sentiments.
Aristocracy on your
Perfectly round bosom.
A silent invitation in
Your sparkling eyes,
Desires message mirrored
On your full lips.
I can feel the waves of heat
Rise from you.
A hidden jewel perfect
And priceless.
Blissful mingling at someone else's home
Soothe me with a song you can sing right now.
I can't, as the next day has indeed come.
Happy mingling at someone else's home
my blood and emotions are boiling foam.
shades of hope and joy for the season vow
Blissful mingling at someone else's home
Soothe me with a song you can sing right now.
Written: April 04, 2023
You know not why you're now here,
just that you are bound by fear-
(and a couple incised wires)
watching me, enticed with pliers.
Naked, cold, taught, and crying,
you can't move, although you're trying.
All stretched out, upon your stomach,
odors retch, your nostrils plummet.
Your head aches and thoughts are clouding,
slowly, memories are shrouding.
You ask out of blatant fear,
"Please, why have you brought me here?!"
"Now, now, settle down my dear,
the time to disclose that is near.
For now, just try to hold quite still,
enjoy your home, in my landfill.
This is where I store my trash-
oops, I guess I'm being rash,
I've already said too much,
try to focus on my touch."
Icy hands trace your bare back,
arcing circles, until SMACK!
Instantly you begin screaming,
trying to believe you're dreaming.
His handprint is a stark white
on blued flesh of your behind.
Helplessly, you wriggle there,
too afraid to meet his stare.
His left hand covers your mouth,
drowning out your smothered shouts.
"Hush my darling, don't you wail,
or yours will be a grim tale.
Since I know you won't stay still,
this should help you lay tranquil."
Another, piercing, white-hot pain,
penetrates your cheek again.
"Don't worry, I use this often,
a simple tetrodotoxin.
Do you feel it inside you,
tingling your lips, so blue?
Save your breath until we're through,
believe me, I know you do.
It's particularly potent,
cost an arm and leg to own it,
but it works it's charm, I see,
as you're not resisting me."
Slowly, it gets hard to breath,
your head pounds astoundingly,
cold sweat trickles as you seize,
minutes pass, nausea proceeds.
You feel loosening restraints,
but your feelings aren't the same-
hallucinations now mingle,
reality barely tingles.
Vomit trudges languidly,
making it harder to breath.
Hands caress you underneath,
then flip you over with ease.
Now, only your eyes can plea
for a hope of empathy.
Lastly, as you take death in,
you are faced with your demon.
In
portals
of my mind
I'm searching for
peace and harmony
thus far kept clandestine,
secreted behind locked doors.
Once undisguised, I'll be allowed
some semblance of balance in my life
to embrace every mountain peak I climb.
How I yearn to be free of life's struggles...
Symmetry between body and heart.
Without boundaries or fences,
to besmirch my true visions.
They need to coexist
in symbiotic
tranquility,
placid and
always
calm.
Person who loves dog
Will treat children the same way
Symbiotic warmth.
snow sits on spring grass
lazy storm sheds arctic tears
swallowed by sunlight
September 4, 2019
One Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Rick Parise
We interchange our work in perfect plans
through nature's symbiotic grand design.
We, honeybees, fly through the open skies
to seek our sustenance from nature's gifts.
Antennae guide safe landing onto plants
and blossoms that provide sweet nectar stored;
then carried by our worker-bees back home-
where honey's formed in hives to feed our young.
Plant pollen on our bodies will transfer
to other blooms and recreate more life;
new flowers, trees, but also vegetables
and fruits will grow to feed the hungry world.
The honey from our hives provides your treats,
and pollinated plants sprout foods you eat.
We interact in sharing these fine gifts
supporting nature's grand survival plans.
May 25, 2022
~NA~
Contest: Bee Creative Poetry
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Judged: 07/17/2022
(revision of a previous poem posted: 9/19/2016)
anemones
s h e l t e r
Clownfish
colors
a t t r a c t
prey
October 30, 2020
Contest: Just A Few Words
Sponsor: Joseph May
Form: Brevette- 6 Words: 2 Verbs, 4 Nouns
they sandwich together in an oddly weird way
barely touching, as if a bit afraid of each other
sand has lost her solar rays from the day before
sea gloats a bit, bringing her a touch of discomfort
a symbiotic relationship, they tolerate each other
one giving way to feet and fingers in a gritty way
the other allowing humans to dive into her depths
sand and sea, partners, together, yet vastly apart
Poetry in its essence,
—renders itself obsolete
Transporting the reader,
beyond words though profound
Casting off its burden
of expressive supplication
Pure thought and pure feeling,
—symbiotic abound
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
My Symbiotic, Parasitic Self
How long have we lived here
Amongst each other
Sea like faces
Can’t help but catch a few
They glide so fast
Slippery and slick
From melted candle smoke
How blessed are these
Bristles black stone
Backbone
Heart as icy as tips of flames
Have to have a bit of both
Sucking on this planets life source
Is only a dream to some
The birthright of scum
Alone I stand
We may never take the languid road
and play beneath the purple moon
or sing in the shadows of the cool blue sea
and crush the sky with our bare feet
We may never hold all our hopes in one hand
or dance without gravity's kiss on our lips
but as long as we burnish each other's spark
We'll breathe and ignite symbiotic hearts...
White skinned, coconut walls
beg to swallow the sun
This cradled mass which slips
it's fingers into every house,
every day.
Under curtains with brilliant tips,
lifting up umber velvet,
toile, silk and sky cotton
just to feel the different fabrics scorch,
to reach the slick, glacier walls and press it's hands to absorb.
This white glow
is liquid afternoons
sipped in tea in winter
The solar warmth
going down the throat slowly,
winding molasses and cactus juice spiraling to blast the organs in light
The soothe and the burn.
This bed is a mimic, fluffed with down in white height
as it traps the dark under it's comfort
and we cover our eyes
'till the fabric walls turn floral blue
and our eyes dissolve pale oceans.
This blanket keeps us because
your skin is it's favorite sleep.
This room, keeps the sun,
because there's no better afternoon, morning, oncoming dusk snack.
Spoonfuls of millions of liquid degrees, tempered through window glass and velvet,
cracking the ceiling from the walls to peer in at us,
just by the tip of it's fingers.
"I'll be this strong some day
and you'll finally swallow me", I say to the hungry comforter around my legs,
"Don't worry, you mimic well, and it's a very 'sun' thing to do... We shall sleep in symbiotic resistance".
Our duty
Is to grow flowers
And bees duty
Is to help in pollination
While collecting nectar.