Best Tensely Poems
The young men sat, planted under the overhang
like the pansies and geraniums that surrounded them in boxes,
as the rain pelted the terra-cotta terrace.
The mountain air was sharp with the taste of lightening.
Having bid farewell to the arched shard of a rainbow across the valley,
they sat tensely watching the celestial bombardment of Katmandu.
The lightening stoked the day’s heat,
thickening the early evening sky like the yogurt they’d eaten for lunch.
A home-made rice wine poured freely over their tongues
from an innocent looking water bottle.
Their eyes turned garnet with the harshness of it.
The bottle sat with its tattered label, upon the arm of the white chair.
The wine within tasted faintly of the gasoline,
yet, they reveled in it, and the freedom from deep seeded societal traits,
it freed them from.
Overhead, the sky was draped in a bridal veil of stars;
as I emerged from the room to sit beside them.
Categories:
tensely, adventure, nature, nostalgia, sky,
Form:
Free verse
A blood-dipped letter lies before me,
Wrapped in moth-ridden silk,
Written by your ghastly fingers.
The cold of another bleak fortnight settles in,
While crimson-eyed ravens rest upon creaking window sills.
Stoking the fire, umbers rise and dissipate before me,
Painting prophetic warnings in the air,
As the distorted ticking of clocks chimes tensely,
Repeating the same hour—two a.m.
A crisp chill shoots up my spine,
I wrap myself tighter in your charcoal shawl,
Reaching for the last of the firewood you chopped.
Placing it in the hearth, I now know it's time.
Removing the silk, I cast it into the flames,
Peeling back three wax skull seals.
I open the fateful envelope,
The curse you unknowingly wrote into existence.
Placed upon me, it rests in my weeping hands—
One cataclysmic night was all it took,
For our destruction,
Your soul claimed by the nether,
And mine bound within a perpetual loop of despair forevermore.
Categories:
tensely, dark, gothic, imagery, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse
UNWRITTEN ABSENCE
Reminiscing bygone golden days
spent once when our amour danced in glamour,
two wobbling hearts tensely entwined.
Now we are out of touch staying far apart.
Your pearly pulses rhythmic in cadence
searching for my unwritten absence.
Morose memories haunting over lost love
Those precious remembrances with whom to share !
Now each moment to ruminate glorious past !
But we are far away from each other !
Yet eternal bond was established between us.
Me still carrying firm confidence :
You are lamenting over my unwritten absence
expecting my sudden appearance.
Murmuring Zephyr caressing me !
Same tender breeze might brush your soft lips.
We are far away staying apart.
Even no rare chances to meet each other.
Immense love preserved as treasures,
impossible to measure !
Confined in fathomless depth not to reach ! Hence !
While dreaming of my unwritten absence
I know, your expectation yearns for my presence.
Categories:
tensely, how i feel, memory,
Form:
Free verse
Into the eye of the tiger I tumble
Fangs of grief claw at my heart.
The growling pain a low rumble
Threatening to tear me apart.
Emotions ripple beneath his skin.
Flexing muscles tensely reminds
This bloody battle I'll never win,
For in my soul, weakness he finds.
The tiger of pain circles my defenses
Stalking the memories in my mind.
He smells the fear of bloody pretences,
Of a heart that is weakened and blind.
How magnificent you are, tiger of mine
As I defiantly grab you by the tail.
The power of grief and pain intertwine
Against winds of fate I scream and rail.
Exhausted I cry for closure and peace
Primitive lament, pure pain I hear.
Every day the conflict seems to increase,
In the eye of the tiger I see my fear.
Categories:
tensely, sad, pain, grief, tiger,
Form:
Rhyme
Tensely polarized
Fiercely alienated
Furiously devoid of
Space and peace
By deeds unjust
By antics blatant
Short-changed
****-noshed
Orphaned
Offended
From people
To pieces
An equation
Unbalanced
Sinister motives
Documented
Grand strategies
Visible mirrors
To annihilate
To assimilate
Partisan practices
Warped policies
Of can’t pilot
Be passengers
Lost trust
Lacks shine
Lost lives
Eternal
Galvanise
Demonise
Keep on to
Put down
Till one sees
The snake’s
Nude red
Buttocks!
Categories:
tensely, depression, history, places, political,
Form:
Pleasant pleasurable
spot of delight, let my
touching spark your
light. Ventilator by your
side as you grasp for
breath tonight. May
my kissing make you
weak, as in this heat
you fight to remove
the quilt and sheet.
As your goose bumps
begins to rise I'm left
to feel I'm touching your
sensitive spot inside
and as the volume of
your voice increase to
tensely shouts my name,
your sounds would
drown Marvin Gaye's
sexual healing through
the tension of your
body's feelings.
As your nail sinks
beneath the chocolate
of my skin and your
milk escapes your
walls within. To see
the relief as your
cheeks meet your ears
but is this the joy you
patiently waited for all
these years?
Copyright Andrew Vassell 2012
www.andrewvassell.com
Categories:
tensely, passion,
Form:
Lyric
Took the kids to the Petting Zoo.
All the tame animals came through.
While I was standing watching the monkeys
And chimpanzees there in the few trees
I felt something tugging at me;
I turned around to see
A goat eat-ding my tee-shirt.
I shrieked, walk backwards, fell to the dirt.
Standing intently beside me, the giraffe
Stretch out its long tongue with a laugh.
Out of my skin cut and scraped, I shout,
Crawl on my hands, as I was tensely strung -out,
Stole my bag of buttered popcorn.
Crawling backwards dirt-borne,
Screaming, flapping my arms in the air.
Everyone stood to stare,
Laughing everywhere.
11/28/2020
Make Me Laugh With Some Humor -
Any Form - New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Categories:
tensely, animal, children, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
My heart skips a beat
Whenever a door slams
My heart skips a beat
Whenever I hear footsteps
Days and nights tensely lived
Not knowing what to think
Locks on doors, windows shut
Living a life in a cringe and a shrink
Shrink from most shadows
Images of the unknown
Freezing, still, in my sleep
Waiting for what will be shown
My heart skips a beat
With an impression on my bed
Sleep disturbed, fear increased
Not knowing the thoughts that spin through my head
I live alone, so no one is there
But my mind won’t let me rest
Tightly wound, hands clinched tight
Every day, every day, spent in fright
My heart skips a beat
Whenever I’m at church
I hear the words of Jesus Christ
There’s no fear, or any dread
My heart skips a beat
Because I feel my life is changing
Yes, I still cringe at night
Yet it doesn’t always feel the same
My heart skips a beat
I’ve learned the Father is near
As long as I have Him in my life
I know there is nothing to fear
Cringes lessen, tightness fades
I let the Lord shine His light
Sounds not heard, shadows no more
Jesus is the one to get me through the night
My heart skips a beat
I have been saved
Comforter, Protector, Redeemer
Categories:
tensely, devotion, faith, hope, inspirationalheart,
Form:
Rhyme
In the whispering breeze I hear the birds sing
for you as the sunburst sky flushes your face.
How endearingly attractive you are then to me,
mesmerized I know, the clue you do not find.
After sullen night melts, in your garden I find me
sparkle as the opalescent pearl of rare ecstasy,
like a dew drop on the patina of your luring rose.
My fulfilled feeling of longing you do not know.
From the eternity I get the time I part with you,
as my desire flares like the blazing sunrise sky,
I am keen to see the day my dream come true,
your shadow entwines mine, you do not discern.
My fervor flies to the blue firmament of your eyes,
the charming nest I build to become our haven.
When in the storm I fondly shelter my love there,
how tensely forlorn it is, you do not perceive.
The sound of your voice in silent air of my yearning
echoes with melody in the void of my lonely heart.
How complete I am when it delights me to the full
to get the feeling of togetherness, you do not sense.
When you leave tracing the trail of melting mirage,
I feel deserted like desolate sands in the dry dune.
How despondently my pent-up words ‘I need you’
I say to me with depressing despair, you do not hear.
Your essence stays within me as an indelible image,
fused with the darkness of the abyss within my soul.
How many candles my love has lighted there for you,
I would be pining to tell you forever, if only I could.
________________
March 28, 2023
Theme use : If Only I Could
Contest : This Or That, Vol 17
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh
Categories:
tensely, analogy, desire, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
In this house so ominous, I did hear a hiss.
What could it in this, alone in house and room.
It was a sound of a crack, like shivers go down the back.
There it is again, a low-lying sound of gloom,
“Tis anyone out there,” I mumbled in utter gloom.
I hope not my doom.
In these times of coldness and snow showers,
what could it be at this hour not resting I assume.
Whatever spirit I hope fair, removing myself from this chair.
“Who is out there,” opening the door as if a tomb,
nothing but an empty hallway, not a door to a tomb.
I will not think of whom.
I go back to my chair in front of the fireplace,
grabbing a fire poker just in case it were to resume.
My mind wondering around, 'what could make that sound?'
In the quietness I hear a pound, as if it were a boom,
I curl up in the chair, 'from where did I hear this boom?'
Maybe a joker in costume.
I stare at the burning embers and I do ignore,
is something at the door, not to fear I shakingly presume.
I will never again sleep, so along the pathway I creep.
Tensely I crept to the door, “my body this room will not entomb,”
If I do not look, then my body will forever be in my mind entomb.
No one here but a wooden broom.
How can I go on in a small area living like this,
staring at the one I do miss, I can still smell her perfume.
The scent does fill my nose, like only she could and knows.
Her body at rest and I will not be the one to exhume,
although it shall be my body that by morrow one does exhume.
For me no flower will bloom.
Out of the side of my eye, in the corner is a snake,
that could rattle one awake, and could startle a groom.
“What is it that you seek? I am very old and meek.”
In the mist I do see something, it is a smokey plume,
forming a man, it is getting clearer this once hazy plume.
“Who is it, I ask whom?”
Then at once I see the ghostly image is me,
but how can this be, is this my fate and final doom?
“This just cannot be the end, for I have no time to mend.”
If so take me, take me out of this wretched room,
I will feel no more fear, once out of this wretched room.
But this place is forever my tomb.
Categories:
tensely, life, mystery, house, sound,
Form:
Rhyme
I smell fresh light wafting
near this dissolving darkness
I hear its faint ringing
the second hand ticking
while the refrigerator hums
and the distant driver drones
I tensely anticipate
the first tweet to ripple the silence
a tentative answer
an assertive reply
a confident rejoinder,
the ensuing cacophony of chirps
and
the distant driver cross fading
into the morning commute.
So
right now
in the warmth
of this darkness
before
the tiniest
glimmer
glints
before
the bubble of dawn
creeps in
and blasts it away
before
it's burned
in the cold cruel reality of
all consuming light
I'm holding onto this
precious moment
Categories:
tensely, bird, light, morning,
Form:
Free verse
We see his parents in the stands
As they sit tensely clasping hands
In silent prayer for their loved son
And for the task that must be done.
Another recalls the child she knew
Who early showed the skill that grew
With hard work and determination
Into a gift for her loved nation.
A small boy turned into the man
Who is this tall Olympian.
Spotlighted as the whole world watches
This daughter who is winning matches.
With medals won and more to go,
Speed records fall; they’re much too slow.
Favorites competing in the races,
Fall back as others take their places.
In Summer Games of two zero one two
They’ll show us all what they can do
And as they win or lose with grace
They are winners in the human race.
Each country sends its very best
And as each strives to pass the test.
We wish such fair play could expand
To every leader of every land.
Rules and skill would win the day
And foolish war would slink away.
By: Joyce JohnsonPosted 7/2/12
Categories:
tensely, hope, prayer,
Form:
Couplet
The air was full, pregnant,
shivering with anticipation.
All of nature held its breath.
The trees stood their small branches,
like eyelashes tensely open,
waiting for the day to blink.
Categories:
tensely, nature
Form:
Verse
My affection is more than just a flame within my heart.
Your lips make my passion, burn hotter then the sun.
One touch bleeds my body slowly, makes chills run
Wildly and rampantly until a reaction, shakes the start.
Our bodies caress, then tingles swish silently like a dart.
Kisses arouse and awaken; we flow preciously as one.
Encasing our movements, our excitement tensely won.
We shall never be apart, encased in sensual art.
With luscious oils, our intimacy will always shine.
Our love guarded, empowered forever, in angelic bliss.
Growing between us, with no remorse our bodies salute.
My lover that I adore, my ardor shall always be thine.
Thou I know, are a treasure that other men will miss.
Thee shall always drive me beyond ecstasy without repute.
Categories:
tensely, happiness, love, passion, romance,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Do You Think We Are Not Tough Enough?
Poets and contests are not a strange mix.
Though, winning or not, emotions play tricks.
We are competitors, really quite buff.
And “fighting” with words, can truly get tough.
We might not be rough or want our knees scuffed.
It might be true, with our hearts on sleeves fluffed
We enter some contests hoping to win.
Waiting with passion competing with friends.
We might not like loss for fear of no fame.
But all the same, it's a glorious game!
How does one vie without wanting to cry?
Fearing a loss when ones bests have been tried.
Emotions and contests played as a sport.
Tensely awaiting the judge's report.
And if one has lost, are emotions chucked?
Do poets think they are down on their luck?
Nay! I say nay! Poets are not all fluff!
We can take rejection; we're tough enough.
Contenders are strong and not powder puffs!
Sock it to us judges, our words your quaff.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
November 24, 2009
Dedicated to Poetrysoup judges who "suffer the agony" of picking winners where there are
so many wonderful poet's entries.
Categories:
tensely, on writing and wordsloss,
Form:
Couplet