Best Tangle Poems
So I see how cruel life may be in a minute,
All around people’s faces gleam & glare
At my gloomy face but never see my net.
And I cry and cry and cry to get ‘em fair.
From times past, I knew of what may be
The finale of this sweet short time gained;
But now it comes with great dismay, to me.
With thoughts of melancholy stained.
Am losing my job to my brother,
I teach him my work as a father
Does to his sons and to the other,
He knows not my hearts as they gather.
They give a life, a life they can’t retain,
They offer me a choice, a choice not mine;
They lead me to the grave, to bury me and the ten;
But they in turn smile and smile as they dine
And so I see that they are not to be
The people I perceive may little see,
My serene into whirlwind occur to me
At a peek and glaze and short see.
Whatever the Asian will decide,
However I cope with them all,
I implore all the good to side
With me as evil entirely will fall.
The Legend of Tangle Heartsprite
This legend may be myth or truth
in poems penned of promis’d proof
For Tangle Heartsprite was his name
with magic love his claim to fame
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On feathered sunset’s glittered glare
a’cast ye eyes of whimsy’d stare
A gnome arrives this bonny night
neath heaven’s glow a’ twinkled light
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Enchanted, O’ these spells to weave
‘pon lonely ones whom do believe
Of tangled hearts o’er endless love
lo’ gleam of shooting star above
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Yon bramble bush, blushberry vine
a wait til comes this needful time
With dust a’glow in coloured hues
he chants true love, O’ come to you
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In lonely hearts who hear his chant
a mystic seed his spell doth plant
O’er smiles born ‘pon frowning grins
awash they fall as love begins
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Once born of ancient catacomb
this realm called earth now finds his home
Bestow his spells of love the call
to those deserving, one and all
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Yet, o’er this silent evening still
his own so lonesome heart doth fill
For she, of beauty deep the well
doth cast her own euphoric spell
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When ‘pon her eyes this gnome did peer
o’er moments flutter’d lucid clear
His course now known in feelings true
at last his heart her love it knew
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So now you know this mystic tale
of how a perfect love shan’t fail
O’er spells he cast down pathway’d roam
hath finally found this fabled gnome
TWO STRENGTHS (( COLLABORATION ))
by~ Dinda Minardi
Do you still remember how we played around?
Mocking each other over our guys
We were princesses in our parents’ lawn
Bonded by our laughs and cries
When family downtime crawled
We hold each other as we’re the older
Our maturity has been boiled
Ready to serves as a breaker
We are one and stronger
Always love and respect for you, sister
To fight with you, Is all I willingly to do
When you give up, I’ll be your whip
As you ‘re a jolt if spirit’s asleep
by~ Poet Destroyer
I could never forget the way we played around.
Yes! We played patty cake to showoff in front of boys.
We built a white castle than, brother tore it down.
You were never afraid to show how much you care,
Especially when we played tag, and you never played fair.
Now your heart is filled with greater love.
Your like an angel that fell from above.
Your invisible wings protect me in every fall,
When we where small you protected me from nightmares.
I secretly enjoyed the way you pushed me around.
You held your head up high, and never let me down.
Our fights where silly ways of building a better bond.
My stubbornness came from trying to be just like you.
Now "the strength of me",
Comes from "the strength of you."
A collaboration with * Dinda Minardi
my collaboration contest
Crackled leaves and vines,
Plants tangled, flowers dead,
The forest was ill
Two To Tangle -Dinda Minardi
TWO STRENGTHS (( COLLABORATION ))
by~ Dinda Minardi
Do you still remember how we played around?
Mocking each other over our guys
We were princesses in our parents’ lawn
Bonded by our laughs and cries
When family downtime crawled
We hold each other as we’re the older
Our maturity has been boiled
Ready to serves as a breaker
We are one and stronger
Always love and respect for you, sister
To struggle with you, is all I willingly to do
When you give up, I’ll be your whip
As you‘re a jolt if spirit’s asleep
by~ Poet Destroyer
I could never forget the way we played around.
Yes! We played patty cake to showoff in front of boys.
We built a white castle than, brother tore it down.
You were never afraid to show how much you care,
Especially when we played tag, and you never played fair.
Now your heart is filled with greater love.
Your like an angel that fell from above.
Your invisible wings protect me in every fall,
When we where small you protected me from nightmares.
I secretly enjoyed the way you pushed me around.
You held your head up high, and never let me down.
Our fights where silly ways of building a better bond.
My stubbornness came from trying to be just like you.
Now "the strength of me",
Comes from "the strength of you."
A collaboration with * Dinda Minardi
my collaboration contest
Washed by tides, tangle inevitable,
Lurking licking tongues, tiger whisker weed
Undercurrent gritty slippery tendrils -
Barb trusting toes with camouflaged cat creed
Wet predator paws apply pressure
Leeching life from faithful feet, farcical
Undulating grass, salty claws sever
Blades gash slices, cut soles grow barnacles
February silk ribbon Valentine
Loch Ness of Labrador's fatal lagoon
Spiralled willing limbs in sanguine brown twine
Infatuated padlocked throat caused swoon
Hapless lass captured by Amoretto
Dapper lethal lech Don Juan Otto
Second of February
- Seaweed Secures -
Free Verse Rhyme
O tangle webs began to weave
At once when Eve began to leave
Her Adam heart of sacred start
From the heart of his male Love expelled
The meld of soul and mind the male's fe-male
Since then in earth things have not gone well
Cause of mind’s whim sacred light began to dim
The counterfeit mother sought the fig leaf cover
As Adam followed close behind and sought another
O the serpent mind began it’s whine
As strife began to climb it’s twisted vine
Like a mistletoe of sorts, unholy start
O but fields be white with specks of light
The scattered cotton of First Begotten
Though the golden hue be very few
Flesh shall pass on but flowers are gathered
Out of the twisted vines where they be tethered
Twist and turn O vines of wrath writing your own epitaph
`Tis by words of life souls remove themselves from strife
O but the city of lights shall be in spite of night
A better state as hate abates with it’s gates
As the inner weave of words in rhyme
Shall resist the bitter twist of time
Being not of the twist of carnal mind
Embittered souls make you your peace
For love has provided heaven’s yeast
Accept life by Love’s new lease
From Love your own lease
Go in bitterness or peace
`Tis by your own choice... you shall release!
12-6-09 johnmosesfreeman
Life Tangle:
Crimson births a isometric mind,
Crystal vases made of wood and pine.
Onyx stones of foulest find,
Like wallowing trees of you and I
There lies rubies of a nature so far,
There lies diamonds made of blood and coal,
The whole purpose of creativity
Is divinity in twinned
Forget I and remember He,
The Holy image of life
That was always suppose to be.
If your heart is broken and your love denied
and your eyes are swollen with all the tears you cried.
when your mind is restless and you cannot go to sleep
with your emotions in a tangle running very deep.
Give your self some time this will make it heal
And change the way you think and the way you feel.
Start again once more open up your heart and pray more deep to God,
Begin your life a new and make a brand new start.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
Fools war to their core, but what do fools war for,
ignoring all wars before,
a course of awful war falls as unlawful war fools on horses call for war,
once more, a war not small for all to endure,
and war fools at war with forces are thoughtless overall,
cus war fools fall forward with force from horses
face first to floors with thorn spicule that thorn the fallen,
a result of faults that halt the war horses,
who in short abort the fortress for the port,
til fools have no more resources,
hostages behind doors eating sour sauces,
and what's more we're not sure what the source of war is,
or reward is, for these awful war fools
and their unlawful forces that fall to floors with thorns in wars from horses,
still war fools war galore and horses gallop to the shore.
Open to surprise in subjective
isolated rhythms and form.
Similarities,yet changed themes,
repetitionss provide a resemblance
and assimulates all kinds of meaning
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MY LOVE
IS A KNOT
TWISTED
AND TANGLED
AND YOUR LOVE
IS A NOOSE
WRAPPED TIGHT
AROUND MY NECK.
With a nod from the heavens
The seasons tangle
Eternity shifts again
Falling leaves settle annon
A last windswept rustling
Proof that peace is usurped
And replaced with the divine
Truth read in vapors
Of inexorable darkness
Love is not a rose
But like the bush
On which it grows.
Stems with prickly skins
Tangle and twist
To upward grow.
You paint bright the blooms;
I tithe the thorns
To twining grow.
Given green petals,
And half a chance,
Love’s bush will grow.
I am a lost for words
my tangle thoughts are but a tangle of words
I’ve gone so far on this poem/random thoughts of words
I’m uneasy at the outcome of my thoughts
So be fair in response
As this I am not of stone but of flesh and bone
She sends her mom texts about how insane her father is acting.
Her husband sends her texts, explaining his daughter is being unreasonable.
She turns to me, her mother.
Fifty years, she says. I could never do fifty years.
I know, I reply.
I would have gotten out by now if I had murdered three people.
He is being unreasonable, she told me.
Taking the daughter’s side.
But silently.