Best Tightness Poems
The sound of rain falling on your roof,
feeling raindrops on your flesh...ineffable--
The tightness of a hug from one you have
not seen for a very long time...ineffable--
Laughter of young children playing, yours
or not, doesn't matter...ineffable--
The way a sunrise gives you hope, and a
sunset presages a peaceful death...ineffable--
The touch on your neck by your beloved,
the quiet sharing of doing nothing...ineffable--
The awakening from a dream full of wonders,
the sense you were in another world...ineffable--
The moment of joining with another human being,
the strange mixture of joy and sadness...ineffable--
Beholding a tree in full bloom, its myriad leaves
turning in the wind, whispering life...ineffable--
The quiet, secret, almost desperate longing
for transcendence, for God... ineffable....
Categories:
tightness, allusion, appreciation, beautiful, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Heart pounding,
Confused and disoriented,
I cannot breathe.
There is a tightness in my chest
And butterflies in my stomach.
Vision blurred,
Weak and dizzy,
Nothing feels real.
There is tension in my muscles
And numbness in my skin.
Body aching,
Cool and sweaty,
I am shaking.
There is a panic in my head
And fear within my being.
Categories:
tightness, fear,
Form:
As You Travel
By Franklin Price
3/2/2016
As you travel through this life
Do you hear a little voice
Each time you reach a fork
In the road and have a choice?
Is there a little feeling
In your gut that makes it tight
Telling you one way is wrong
And the other one is right?
Best to listen to that voice
And the tightness that you feel
Experience is showing you
That the choice is yours and real
No one can make it for you
Though they may show the way
In the end the choice is yours to make
As you travel day to day
The voice and feeling always there
To Show the path and give the nod
If all is right when the choice is made
Could be the hand of God
If a second voice interrupts the choice
And you know that voice it is wrong
Could be the devil tempting you
To a place you don't belong
In the end it's binary
The choices only two
The voices there to tempt
The choices up to you
Categories:
tightness, conflict, confusion, courage, destiny,
Form:
Rhyme
~Michael~
With my head on the pillow I see you in the shadows.
Slipping back into your clothes when all my eyes can do is follow.
My mind starts to wander as you step back into those heels.
The silk touch of your body my hands just want to feel.
I roll to the side where your scent still forms where you stayed.
Then over to the rocking chair where we laughed and played.
I watch you dress and put yourself back to who you are.
And hold my breath and kiss this star ....
~Mysterious Lady of Soup~~
Reaching for the stars I feel the passion in our eyes.
We lay naked and free as the moon makes a rise.
Without pushing the boundries on who we are.
We stare at each other without feeling one single scar.
You run your hand over the tightness of my dress.
I cherish every provocative moment as you caress.
You rub your hands up my shoulders and through my hair.
We kiss and say good night as you rock the chair.
I walk away into the shadows of another night,
and kiss the stars as we await morning light...
Want to take this time to thank this lovely lady
for taking time out to collab with me again...
xoox Michael
Categories:
tightness, girlfriend-boyfriend, passion, kiss, stars,
Form:
Narrative
above the mist of
kohl tombstones . . .
moon hides its face
Wind screams through the graveyard,
and leaves on the ground are scattered around old tombstones
where a modern Cherokee man
lies on top of the grave of his dead wife,
wailing with a passion that matches
the aching tone of the wild unbridled breeze.
Months have passed, and
nobody could trace the secret of her demise.
Fog envelops the cold cemetery.
It’s as if the night has been frightened white,
and the trees tremble in late autumn’s frigid air.
Above the grieving silhouette,
a great horned owl peers down
with deep, bright, yellow eyes
from its perch on the gnarled limb
of an ancient oak.
The man, unaware of the owl’s stare,
continues his wailing, pounding the grass
above his beloved’s final resting place.
Suddenly, the great horned owl hoots.
He looks up to see
what seems to be a glare emanating maliciousness
from the owl’s nocturnal iris.
Acquainted with the superstitions of his people,
the Cherokee cannot break his gaze
from that of the owl.
It cannot be, it cannot be, the man cries.
He is captured by an unshakable feeling -
the presence of a spiteful and unforgiving spirit -
that has been with him for many eclipsed moons.
This time, however, it is glaring down at him
with utter loathing. The owl hoots again.
Dread pierces his remorseful
yet culpable heart.
Seized with angst, he claws at the grass beneath him.
His fingernails cake with dirt.
He must see the face of his deceased wife.
A tightness squeezes his chest as his heart gives out~
the owl hoots its third and final requiem.
the abandoned perch
as the fog lifts -
an owl flies skyward
Categories:
tightness, angst,
Form:
Haibun
Written: March 31st, 2024 for Matt Caliri Coagulation Contest
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Finally, my blood began to coagulate;
I am initially concerned over poor fate,
Right away, I would lose a lot of blood.
Rich red hues wisely swing to warm tunes,
Every one of my atoms is as yours in pure gold,
When I xerox a warm lawn, I lie down and loiter.
Oh, what a tangled-up issue I had,
When I failed to tie a necessary knot,
But I need avail knotting a loop,
No one knew how to tie the exact knot I sought!
I hope my last breath is a grateful sigh
There's tightness in the core of my spine,
A knot bound with vibrant fuchsia rope,
That I've never managed to sort out.
A few nodded and hid my anxious gaze,
Some have enjoyed tightening it,
Skilled seafarers with stunning ties,
It allows a Full ship of pain and anguish.
Unrestful, between,
Dawn-to-dusk scars
Torn glimpses ooze riddles,
Flashes of a vacuum,
Thorny puzzle to soak,
To a soiled hook as hefty as my body,
Surrounded by bitter words and nails,
Untying harsh knots was never desired.
No one pulled an anger rope to set it free,
My sigh was not pulled out carelessly,
Longtime guarding in my throat,
Nobody has freed me.
Categories:
tightness, analogy, body, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
I have this inkling feeling each time before i break
a tightness in my chest, i swallow air
and each time i want to discard every piece of you i own
but i forget, forget, forget
i close it off, i just don’t think about it
and silently i let you barge in on my space
and ask for more
all you do is ask for more
then good days turn into bad days
and all my good poetry turns into bad poetry
now i’m standing in the shower thinking over my day
you didn’t do anything but disappoint me
i didn’t get a lot of birthday wishes this year
nor did my grandma send me the right book
but i wasn’t upset, cause there was always you
not anymore, i guess
at least not the way i want it
you make a point of walking over me and then wiping your feet
and i make a point of breaking down and crying like a little kid
and i don’t know how to say that i want to go alone
since you’ll follow me anywhere
but i need you to stop being attached
attached to me, your punching bag
Categories:
tightness, angst, conflict, family, sister,
Form:
Free verse
Lay down the spoon and still the hand that shakes
the smell of cooking mixed with that of fear
eyes reddened, wide, haunted expression make
await a fury fuelled by drugs and beer.
Self worth crushed long ago by vicious tongue
of loving parent's warning took no heed
her bruises say they were right all along
in symphony with her both their hearts bleed.
On garden bench she sat and sought recess
bent forward, hands clenched, pinned between her knees
fighting to quell the tightness in her chest
belaboured heart rate slowed, she drank the breeze.
Before her, nodding back in sympathy
once cuttings, propagated in their bed
now standing proud amidst the greenery
a solitary bloom in vivid red.
Years past they graced the altar, happy day
the ceremony over, left in peace
one rose remains from times when love held sway
companion for her in rare times of peace
Plucked ,she held the stem and asked the flower
'through which door and how long 'till real love comes?
Pray, am I to languish in his power?'
the answer in the red bead on her thumb.
Conclusion come to and no need to speak
With fingertips she brushes back her mane
resting the scented blossom on her cheek
Unwary petal catches salty rain.
Viv Wigley
24th October 2015
For 'any sad poem' contest, sponsor- Broken Wings.
originally submitted mistakenly as a Sonnet, and have not changed form description to remind me to be more careful in future, for reference.
Categories:
tightness, sorrow, drug,
Form:
Sonnet
Night!
Midnight!
Dark midnight!
My world, tight-lipped,
awed by your tightness;
stars, blind in the clouds,
creatures crept, no footfalls.
Hushed, I craned: will I see the
morrow? Crawl past the burrow?
Will my fond desires eye the light,
new dawn? I winced from the pang,
shoulders hunched, head on sweaty
palms, gazing at space for an insight,
groping for a ray of light to think right;
to pry into my future. But for the pain!
Then, trees stirred, branches swayed
awake sleeping leaves; they winked,
the leaves waved while wind sighed.
I jerked, my eyes popped up at a
distant dot. A ray of white light
peeped from the dark folds.
I stared as a ball formed,
growing, blurred halo,
like stained glass of
a clerestory window.
A midnight rainbow!
I heard myself: Light! ...
Then, a bang: A new dawn
smiled, nestling in my bosom.
© 2014
Categories:
tightness, anxiety,
Form:
Concrete
Always right with me, behind my back,
The enslaved don't have hope,
I go, I read, but it stuck with my skin, with me,
The shadow ransacks behind, a nervous contour.
Always to us days conceal a pressure,
There is no ease of space on rising,
The invisible soldier squeezes hoops,
The security guard constant in a campaign.
Without knowing a tightness of steel fetters,
We live, we slide, meeting on the road,
But shadows..., shadows in a trace thoughtfully look,
Without us they aren't present, without us they a trifle, - dust on soles,
That stuck on a threshold.
"Be rich, or die, trying to become," -
The line in number Ferrari is punched,
The shadow can do everything, doesn't dare to fly only..., -
To the earth on iron chain chained.
Categories:
tightness, anger, body, character, dark,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
My sunny smile brighten your days
My gentle stare makes you blush
My deep tone of hello moved you just that bit closer
You can feel my present now
I’m a man
Phenomenally
Phenomenal man
That’s me.
Many people wonder where my secret lies
I’m not handsome, or built to suit a stripper model size
But when I start to tell them
They think I’m telling lies
I say,
It the deepness of my voice
The firmness of my chest
The stride of my step
The curl of my lips
I’m a man
Phenomenally
Phenomenal man
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as calmly as you please
And to a woman
The gals stare or
Fan vigorously to cool the heat within
Then they fight of my attention
A flock of red-phalaropes.
I say,
It’s the passion in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The flex of my arms
And the rhythm of my hip
I’m a man
Phenomenally
Phenomenal man
That’s me.
Women themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see
I say,
It’s the firmness of my hand
The mischief in my eyes
The tightness of my ass
The smoothness of my style
I’m a man
Phenomenally
Phenomenal man
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud
I say,
It is the confident in my stand
The strength in my arm
The clearness/sharpness of my mind
The need of my care
Cause I’m a man
Phenomenally
Phenomenal man
That’s me
Categories:
tightness, men, sexy,
Form:
Romanticism
red devil of life
sow the tightness of large deaths
chaos' asking
*A take off on D.G's ...green Angel of death.*
Categories:
tightness, funny
Form:
Haiku
The Beach
There was one spot upon the hill
where when the sun was just right,
and you got up real early, you could
see the ocean. Just a glimpse of it
as the sun bounced its morning yawn
across the bay. It seemed a million
miles away, that strip of salty coolness
glimmering in the distance. We had gone
there once, riding busses with the
windows open, the smell of city
pouring in and the thrill of mystery
and adventure building. The slender
strip of ocean now become the suitor
of horizon’s hand, hot grainy sand
to sift between the toes and waves,
Oh man the waves, that slapped against
hot skin causing shocking shrieks and
shivered smiles. The taste of salt
licked slowly from the last French
Fry, the feel of sand and stone in
tickling erosion beneath the feet,
the touch of drifting seaweed, the
tightness of fresh salted, drying skin.
Shared sandwiches and Kool-aid
raised to gourmet grade by scented
breeze off ocean waves. Hot seats
on stifling bus and fast asleep,
a stone to hold, a memory to keep.
The spot will e’er remain the keyhole
that I peek through at a day, one day,
when we were there, the sun, the sea,
the air, and me.
John G. Lawless
2013
submitted to – Summertime Fun – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Debbie Guzzi
Categories:
tightness, beach, childhood, summer,
Form:
Narrative
It is small movement, just a gasp, a little breath in
Not hard to do, you can do it, at the same time you can still grin
Just an intake of breath, just a little gulp of air
So small we never notice, until the airs not there.
A small muscular movement, independent of any thought
We do it when we sleep; no planning on it is sought
The only time we miss it, is when that breath is just not there
No matter how hard we try… there just isn’t any air
The heart beats to bursting, the skin tingles in fear
The world rushes from your sight, the pain begins to sear
Voices come and go but you cannot hear them speak
You know this is the end, do you care or are you too weak?
You can fight as much as you want; you can breathe as deep as you please
But when your lungs refuse to work, when there’s no air, there is no ease
You know your loved ones are calling, but you can do nought to answer them
Suddenly a god is important, as it happens to drowning men.
'Breathe deep, relax, calm down,' stupid words that one hears
There is no air, no relief, and maybe no more years
The tightness eases the airways open maybe it will be alright
Remember if it happens to you; keep away from the light that’s bright.
© 1/07/2013 GG
Categories:
tightness, health,
Form:
Verse
In the hospital waiting room
you like to be in good time
there you are feel little nervous
up tightness within out of rhyme
No matter serious or minor
your ailment in pain or not
you’re never sure how it’ll go
makes your mind always in doubt
When your time comes to see Dr
always reassuring if he gives a smile
this makes you feel more at ease
since last appointment been a while
Good to get out that surgery door
with absolutely nothing at all wrong
even a prescription is not too bad
as your inner self’s quite strong!
(some thoughts on mine and others experiences at the hospital waiting room!)
Categories:
tightness, care, community, pain,
Form:
Rhyme