Best Turbulence Poems
life forces in night skies
winds that howl in blue whimsy
gods blowing midnight stars about
stirring brews of celestial harmony
unrehearsed they swirl and whirl
churning turbulence in a vignette
perform their euphony of a ballet
volatile they cavort and pirouette
tossing around their glitter
spinning in a dance
wild commotion
in my mind
of curious
furious
fever
submitted on June 2, 2020 for contest SPLASH sponsored by KAI MICHAEL NEUMANN - RANKED 1ST
Categories:
turbulence, art, fantasy, night, stars,
Form:
Free verse
The voices grow louder,
Intensifying with emotion, anger lining every aggressive word.
My insides squeeze tighter as the vitriol poisons my mind,
How does such hostility exist?
As the sound of hatred deepens,
The feelings strengthen their grip, like a vice,
So tight, I can no longer breathe
All the negative emotions I have ever felt, fill me,
Threatening to overflow.
So long have they been banished…
Enough. No more!
My mouth opens,
An earsplitting scream of pain and suffering shatters the silence,
Sobs of sorrow and grief wrack my body,
Murderous shrieks of anger and hate,
Wretched cries of self-pity and self-loathing,
Poison the air.
Now, free of these emotions.
But the monster still exists
Within the dark depths of my mind.
Categories:
turbulence, angst, confusion, death, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Darkened clouds--in cobalt blue morning sky
A terror of tears-- in reigning happy smiles
A loving heart's bold acclaim--grief's its strength
Neighborhood of vibrant mind--a colony of fears
Sullen memoirs unfolding--an old book of life
Night's ruptured dreams-- a gift forlorn
Life's turbulence has dreary shapes and sounds
May 3, 2019
HM: Strand select P contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
turbulence, anxiety, life,
Form:
Free verse
When both my feet don’t touch the ground
Lightheadedness proves overwhelming
Turbulent thoughts going while coming
They swirl about me round and round
Cloaked in black a moonless night
The howling dreadful spiteful wind prevails
Spellbound drags me over hills and vales
Like a ragdoll in the midst of a bullfight
Trails of lingering spirit ghouls
Hover over murky haze of mistiness
Harassing in dark gloomy cloudiness
Wrangling reaping mangled souls
Blurry visions twirl above
Creating mayhem in their path
Unleashing bold raging wrath
Till afar I think I see a dove
Fearing I’ll break into a coma
I force myself to get a grip
Catch my breath with every dip
Holding out for familiar terra firma
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on February 6, 2019 for contest ENCLOSED RHYME sponsored by EMILE PINET
Categories:
turbulence, dark, fear, grief, night,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
God, I am overwhelmed within me,
But you are merciful everlastingly
You release your sincere spirit of shameless serenity
And you wash me thoroughly with it wholeheartedly,
For I've been lost for many a year
I must grin in gladness ear to ear
Fill my bathtub with cheer,
Oh waters of Aphradere
I am content, but down low once more…
I've been brought low, but what for?
I have been troublesome to the core,
For change has been a challenging chore
Engulf yourself into the iridescent island of haven
Eager to reach the highest point in this darksome den
Empathy is in your elevating eyes of mirth
Escape with me to paradise, away from Earth
Drowning in the waters of Aphradere
What's been lost has been lost for many a year
I want to get out of here…
I want to get out of here…
Drowning in the waters of Aphradere
What's been lost can be found, my darling dear
I want to get out of here…
I want to get out of here…
Cheer up, oh sorrowful waters...waters...
Paint a smile upon your sons and daughters
You utter words of wisdom and it gushes so beautifully and oh so bright
You utter words of lost love and it brushes against me day and night
I am disheartened by the removal of your heart against my own
I am discouraged by the disapproval of our togetherness and making very little progress in the making in this bottomless mess
I am on my own in the woods of my meandering mind, feeling alone
I am disdained by the departure of our happiness, abandoned and left behind in the wilderness of meaningless distress
Drowning in the waters of Aphradere
What's been lost has been lost for many a year
I want to get out of here…
I want to get out of here…
Drowning in the waters of Aphradere
What's been lost can be found, my darling dear
I want to get out of here…
I want to get out of here…
I fear for you, my dear…
Shed not a single tear…
Words were meant to fill the grief-stricken solitude
So, let go and let live...
Waters draw near as we meet our mesmerizing interlude
Let happiness and hope appear
Steer your way out of turbulent seas of Aphradere
Categories:
turbulence, angst, endurance, grief, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Villanelle : Nations barely survive the turbulence of international events
Nations barely survive the turbulence of international events
Yet end up like interpersonal relations with other nations
Nations rise and fall yet some hardly ever merit compliments
What great Luxuor grandeur falls now to Egyptian peasants
The glory of five thousand years broken by Arab civilisations
Nations barely survive the turbulence of international évents
What great good from just Asoka’s illustrious achievements
Held Hindu sub-continent together through Muslim invasions
Nations rise and fall yet some hardly ever merit compliments
What great Aristotelian tutorship of Alexander’s managments
Kept the shores of Peloponnese free of Xerxes’s Zoroastrians
Nations barely survive the turbulence of international events
What great King Wen’s hexagrams and King Wu’s comments
Inform the sacrifices of Mao’s Long March peregrinations
Nations rise and fall yet some hardly ever merit compliments
Do nations come together only to blow asunder fundaments
Nations apart every life deserves equal rights and conditions
Nations barely survive the turbulence of international events
Nations rise and fall yet some hardly ever merit compliments
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
turbulence, history, nature, relationship,
Form:
Villanelle
In lovers’ tender times of togetherness,
They share sweet, soothing whispers,
With smiles blooming wider than blossoms,
Their joy, a kind beyond all measures.
But when love begins to fade within the heart,
And jabs and pokes cause feelings to sneeze,
They’ll say the world’s troubles batter,
Flailing affection, siphoning off the glee.
Then, fights emerges, hosted in a deepening rift,
Imparting solitude that conceals hidden sorrow,
Making smiles fade like fleeting shadows,
Darkening their rooms, turning love into scars.
Could this be a furnace meant to refine with tension?
To test the sincerity, to reveal the true emotion
So when love blooming, will be broader and stronger,
With shields prepared against life’s turbulent tide
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Categories:
turbulence, funny, irony, mirror, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Pain becomes pleasure
At expense of our mind
Treasures out, nothing in.
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Categories:
turbulence,
Form:
Haiku
Being me is a very lengthy story of hard times
I surely will tell why and why it is very uneasy
I dream a lot, never willing to change, just because
To me breathing in air is somewhat stressful
I do not question, nor want to know why
I just understand it, because it is normal life
The feeling of being judged and looked at is uneasy
I give everyone a look that could be recognized
Recognized as pain and sorrow a terror that can
I do not blink once when I am that way
I curse the violent actions of every one that passes
I get agitated so easily because no one is honest
A vague routine in their life, what was and is
Life goes on seldom go to a halt till person passes
When these people is taken away from me
It far from my empathy of courage and liberty
Stunned when they go away my hate, show
Show even the days that I smile with turbulence
Categories:
turbulence, conflict, corruption, depression, grief,
Form:
Blank verse
Eyes to a back hand
Wipe away my tears
Swipe me a clean slate
Abondon my abusive years
Closed ears to a focused mind
An insomniac's cry for a dream
Murmurs of a silent heart
Even in peace there's no coma
Momentum to a mountain
Giant steps of a global catastrophe
The broken handle of an axe
Retirement from deforestation
The blunt knowledge of a killer's edge
Gnawing on its last wisdom tooth
Turbulence to a whisper
The quiet and forgotten roar
Forgiveness to their creator
For He too fathers thy parents
Synapses firing crookedness
Thoughts brooding thunder
A desert storm to my blue sky
Hard currency in the toxic air
Grassroots in a perpetual drought
Uncontrollable giggles of pollution
Laughing gas to clouded judgement
Indifferent to the holes in my pockets
Shattered hearts to lustre
Dulled flowers to a dead forest
Sprinkling an intestinal feed
Fertilized with dangerous explosives
Who will dare rise from the ashes
Lie still in the ghost of superstition
Categories:
turbulence, how i feel,
Form:
Lyric
In the air, a warning
Lets us know what to expect.
Sit and fasten seatbelts!
Says the captain’s voice, direct.
We close our eyes or take a breath
And try our best to chill,
While making sure our coffee
Or tomato juice won’t spill.
But whether we are calm or not
We have to wait it out,
For it’s a part of what
An airplane flight is all about.
It’s just too bad in life we’re not
Provided with a clue
That turbulence is on the way
So we’ll know what to do.
Instead, we’re ambushed every time
And rarely are we ready,
For with no seat belts we proceed
Unstable and unsteady.
In times of anguish we could keep
Anxiety in line
If only we could be forewarned
And see a seatbelt sign.
Categories:
turbulence, flying, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Is this as far as we go?
This seemingly promising egg
Laid by the keen hopes of love
Rearing deliberate cracks...
Is this how far froth
Kisses my feet?
Will not come much further
And envelope my entirety in it's grasp?
Is this the end of promised
Rain on drought?
See, how deep the dryness
Has eaten into earth!
The bell has lost its pendulum,
The clock overticks,
Music lingers yet finds no voice
To unleash its waves.
My eyes have clutched the red-mail,
My hearts to be ripped out
If i do not wrestle with the wall,
If i do not lick feet,
Mere feats of a dog.
Am i a dog?
Should i be a dog?
Why should i be a dog?
I am originally man!
Then, the knot is tied.
I have no teeth,
The air made me old enough to loose them.
My fingers are frail, voice caught by wiles,
No voice to hearken to a kind friend.
So here i am in frenzied silence sober,
Looking up to this white statue
With frozen stretched arms,
Hoping to be embraced?
Categories:
turbulence, sadvoice, voice,
Form:
Free verse
Torrid
Uninhibited
Ready
Bold
Unsatisfied
Longing
Enjoyable
Naughty
Cute
Elegant
Romance Acrostic
10/7/2014
Categories:
turbulence, desire, fantasy, imagery, romance,
Form:
Acrostic
I confess it’s better everyday.
Since you have swung your heart my way.
Rock bottom seemed to have no floor.
Then dove into the bleak abyss.
Blinded till I drowned amidst.
Light leading to the lamp-post at your door.
Step inside your space unknown.
Painting the room, coloring stone.
Then getting better became a chore.
As spanners wedge inside the works.
When the cunning serpent lurks.
Zealous murals bit by dull rain; pour.
From dust our empty canvas grew.
Garnished the feel of love once drew.
Just promise me it’s getting better.
From prisms beaming to ash again.
Fixing pale became a trend.
The swings made me a surly debtor.
Still I know each time we fix a letter.
We adjust lifes tint a little better.
All the time.
Categories:
turbulence, appreciation, art, beauty, hope,
Form:
Verse
off course arrows blown
shattering glass against stone…
forbidden love known
Categories:
turbulence, lost love, love
Form:
Senryu