Best Twinges Poems
Twinges of familiar sadness
Threaten to overpower my very being
Can I truly be unseen?
Perhaps I never wanted them to intervene
Silence is all I can give you now
As I absorb all of my thoughts
They rot in my very soul. . .
They burn me into gruel and nothingness
I feel the urge to sleep
To somehow escape the. . .depression
That is exactly what it is
I cannot escape it
I don't want to try. . .
I guess I want to be alone
Yet somehow my soul is screaming for your comfort
That you never give
I just don't want to live. . .
It can truly be unseen
Somehow I know that is what I want
But not what I expect. . .
Sad, isn't it?
Low as low can be
I never wanted these feelings
These feelings wanted me. . .
4-29-13
*not sure if this should be a rhyme or free-verse...it's a bit sporadic..*
Categories:
twinges, absence, abuse, addiction, anger,
Form:
Rhyme
What’s the use of trying any longer?
Nothing comes out the way I want it to flow
Words perpetrate my every being
And I strain to get my temperament to slow
But my cognizance is reeling in a panic of waves
The voltage of emotion is overwhelming me
What is this journey impending to?
What is my purpose?
To obliterate or build?
I keep assurances only to splinter and shatter them
I melt into their regrets and apologies without looking back
Then I am slapped right back in the face
With my own waves of shame and qualm
I wish I was like you
I wish I could put a guise on and never show my face
I wish I could take a dagger and extinguish the sorrow
Destroy tomorrow
But it keeps coming back with twinges and pains!
I want to scream my way into your existence
I want to end all the overwrought thoughtlessness
I want to be lifted in your ease
To be beautiful and clever like you
The demon is me and I am foaming with misery
My horns are melting by your pertinacious confrontations
I can’t reply to the desolation of nothingness
I can’t make it all go away
I’m trapped! RELIEVE ME!
Cursed adrenaline rushes about me
My body is prickling and waterlogged in blackness
I swallow the poisons of my backwash
And back-fire every stab in the back
Categories:
twinges, angst, confusion, death, depression,
Form:
Free verse
~~~~~ ^-^ *-* ~~~~~
Manoeuvring through purplish cerulean azure
'Til she touched the empyrean Zion
Perching above the whinstone during cockcrow
Possessing allured ala lined with grandiosity
Dressed like a virgin woman from heaven
Divine messenger? A cherub?
" NO! " - An Orphic pixie
Cradling the scintillation with her left mitt
Intent - coveting for self-innovation
Reflection seems so distant from bliss and poise
Apathy, twinges of regrets and pieces of sorrow- ECHOED
Yeah! Mystic frolicsome otherworldly wight
Wishing to be a HUMAN
Human - not a perfect being but ready to CHANGE!
Fairy be a woman...
~~~~~ ^-^ *-* ~~~~~
Categories:
twinges, fantasy, mystery
Form:
Free verse
Blue
twinges
of lament
cast gaunt shadow
o’er my dreadful pang
as a grim mist segued
into dark claustrophobic
cantons where rabid zeal of hearts
once smouldered from magma’s deep red vein
Yet I cling to golden dawn recall
of lazy strolls in lush green mead
wild sniff of purple heather
neath sun-drenched sky aflame
gusts of joy rippling
froth-rim brook waltz
now toilworn
gaudy
dream
Categories:
twinges, anxiety, care, character, courage,
Form:
Nonet
Oh, would that I could speak of love
Of passion and of red high heels
Of lacy things and whispered kisses
But if I did all would be memory
Soft twinges teasing a timid heart
A shadow cast on a distant stage
And yet I speak for love remains
Weary eyes and veined hands
Searching in a darkened warmth
For lacy things and whispered kisses
For passion without red high heels
Oh, would that I could speak of love
Categories:
twinges, age, love, memory, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Cardboard boxes filled on the floor,
Photos gone from nightside table,
Where we read a bedtime fable.
Twinges as I walk by her door,
Her sweet bed where she use to lay;
Sits empty yet another day.
Happiness, no crying I swore,
Accomplishments I am in awe;
Her future is a life in law.
Time has gone so fast, I want more.
That crazy smile and ponytail;
always melts my heart without fail.
Missing my daughter I adore.
So proud and knowing she’ll do well
but her absence still hurts like hell.
Cardboard boxes filled on the floor,
Twinges as I walk by her door,
Happiness, no crying I swore,
Time has gone so fast, I want more.
Missing my daughter I adore.
Written August 26, 2012
For Andrea Dietrich’s contest
“Can You Constanza”
Categories:
twinges, daughter, daughter, daughter,
Form:
Rhyme
Unsung heroes of the garden fringes
Perennial favorites for a colorful bouquet,
Purple coneflowers with yellow twinges.
Violets are sweet…, yes, they are okay,
But they are too small, coneflowers tower
Perennial favorites for a colorful bouquet.
They are imposing not unlike a sunflower
Those bright purple petals, strikingly nice,
Looking swell edging a front lattice bower.
Their scent can be reminiscent of a spice
But be careful smelling, for bees also enjoy
Those bright purple petals, strikingly nice.
Purple coneflowers the florists employ
For lovely summer arrangements, in fact,
But be careful smelling, for bees also enjoy.
Of the purple coneflower, nothing lacked
Unsung heroes of the garden fringes
For lovely summer arrangements, in fact,
Purple coneflowers with yellow twinges.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written May 31, 2022
Submitted to "Purple Flowers" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron Flores
Categories:
twinges, beauty, flower, garden,
Form:
Terzanelle
MIND MUSCLE
Steroid cocktails, metallic flavor, Viagra rush;
Mind numbing mush!
Sightless vision, cloudy comprehension, silent violence, whimpering misogyny; a blood-curdling hush…
Nervous perspiration, brain freeze, lactic acid rush; Gray matter atrophy flush! Dissipating oxygen accompanied by synapses firing twinges!
Amnesiac causing binge; constricting pyro nerve ending singed; Ascend to the black hole rush…
Epidermal twitches, vitamin E glitch, inhale and exhale switch, Marauding biceps, involuntary tick…, Bulging disc, brain-teasing peroxide, attention deficit; Word nerd… Hard body… Flex and discern… Secret genius…?
Mind Muscle...
Melvin “Chief” Lars 2/23/04 2:10 pm
Categories:
twinges, analogy,
Form:
ABC
In a world terrifying
One must make oneself hard
Because if you speak honestly
You will be feathered and tarred
To avoid heresy seekers
You willingly commit sin
Thus every time it's possible
You purposely harden your skin
Time inevitably passes
You feel strong to the core
And all you had to sacrifice
To feel nothing anymore
And that childhood honesty
That warned you of danger
Are now the strangest memories
Of some far away stranger
And those twinges of regret
As if you have lied
Are purged from your thoughts
Because you have arrived
You hear the clank of metal
As they run a diagnostics
It's an exoskeleton upgrade
As they rewire your fiber optics
Categories:
twinges, angst,
Form:
Free verse
With summer coming to an end very soon
I went on a long hike to escape my feelings of doom
my trusty walking cane helping me with my stride
doubling as a weapon in case I spied a suspicious guy,
Inhaling the jasmine as I walked along the path
wanton bees buzzed too close by my head and my calf
the warm breeze and lingering birds got me thinking
whether or not they used morse code when they were blinking,
Coming to a clearing I decided to take a break
pushing my cane in the ground I used it as a stake
with the top tier of it holding my comforting cup of tea
and the bottom tier my trail mix scones for sudden bursts of energy,
At one with nature I picnicked thinking I was alone
enjoying every savory sip and bite of my trail mix scones
wondering why I suddenly felt twinges of discomfort
an army of ants on my scones had quickly descended,
Jumping up fast I got up just in time
before the intrusive ants could take another bite of my behind
gathering my things together I hightailed it back home
praying the Hitchcock like birds would leave me alone.
9-15-17
Image Me A Poem
Categories:
twinges, humor, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
FASCIST STATE
They did not come upon us like blitzkrieg in the night
or goose step into town like a plague of parasites.
They crept on us like shadows in increments so small
they did not seem, at first, to be that menacing at all.
But an eerie posture lurking in those twisted silhouettes
triggered in my senses the twinges of a threat.
So when I turned to look at it what loomed before my eyes
was a figure black in battle dress, fully weaponized.
The more I studied it the more my inclinations ran
to perceive it as an insect rather than a man.
It was clad in armor that formed a battle skin
like some science fiction creature’s exoskeleton.
Peering like a mantis, devoid of all remorse,
it assumed the posture of a ruthless brutal force.
Unmoving, it awaited some unsuspecting prey
to trigger programmed instincts into deadly play.
It was not a thinking thing but a proxy sent
to execute agendas of torture and torment.
It was posted as a sentry by a calculating hand
to reinforce the stranglehold of evil in command.
Secure in it’s status as an instrument of pain
it stood rigid in a posture of arrogant disdain.
it’s value was its ignorance, it did not comprehend
that it would be destroyed when its purpose came to end.
It emanated coldness so inhuman that it seemed
to have stepped from a nightmare to stomp upon a dream.
The whole landscape of existence changed dramatically
beneath the hostile presence of such raw authority.
Where once the streetlights offered sanctuary in their rays
they now morphed into searchlights hunting down a prey.
Sirens screamed atrocities that took the aspect of
a jackboot psychopath with a fist inside a glove.
Beneath the cyborg menace was evil more discrete
skulking in the think tanks, and the bunkers of deceit.
A covert insurgency of social engineers
bent on the subjugation of the hemispheres.
Through orchestrated episodes of endless global war
they reveled in their orgies of sabotage and gore.
The sentry was the whipping tip of the chain of command
lashed across the back of every dominated land.
What darkness of impressions an image can command
when the shadow of a fascist state falls across a land.
Categories:
twinges, political, , cute,
Form:
Couplet
Embrace happiness wherever you find it
Relish the good times happiness will bring
Absorb all the happiness your mind will permit.
Release sorrows that cause your heart to sting
Cast aside the hurtful twinges inside your mind
Quickly cast out the evil thoughts they bring.
Embrace the joy and the peace you can find
Especially in the love of family and friends
Tightly cling to those loving ties that bind.
Release disappoints that serve their own ends
Don’t be discouraged by what you can’t control
And always be quick to make amends.
Embrace good things that nourish your soul
When things seem to go wrong in your day
Reach out for that which will make you whole.
Release the negative; embrace the positive way.
May 11, 2021
for "Embrace and Release" Contest
sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
twinges, character, encouraging, philosophy, spiritual,
Form:
Terza Rima
There are no words to describe the agony.
Sun soaked tulips
Jammed into your mouth.
Though that’s not true, you’re flying,
Your days are warm and women are guiding angels,
Because the great light has taken you.
And you need not worry,
Though now you are in agony.
In the simple steps it takes to find that holy corner,
You drift down edges
Like some boorish troll.
So now. in a tremor it’s gone.
But that’s not what I’m talking about.
I’m talking about the new days,
The sudden spins,
Breathless twinges,
Release of air,
Our mothers' prayers
Now singing in the wind.
Categories:
twinges, life,
Form:
Free verse
Shuffling wreck, legacy of a life well spent;
Knees creaking, clicking articulations, a
Spine complaining, shoulder crunching.
Legs spindly toothpicks beneath a pregnant olive,
A-cups sagging. Lungs afire at the
Leaping up of stairs, gasping breaths.
A visit to the dungeon of torture, the gymn,
Where perceptions of self are confronted in
cruel mirrors, is penance for past sins…unredeemed
By virtuous exercise. Knee twisting racquets,
With pounding pavements adding compression
To shearing, pilgrimage to salvation is denied.
Red faced, setting pull-down weight to half that
Of the buff young woman who has gone before;
Forte pulse ostinato in ears, setting an impossible
Rhythm for reps, double figures a hopeful ambition.
The clock high on the wall has slowed to an idle
Saunter, refusing to sprint to an acceptable departure.
Ah Me! An evening cocktail awaits: no
Peaty single malt, or fragrant G&T,
But a brimming glass of tepid water,
And the difficult swallow of this pill
And that capsule, all designed to keep
The crumbling body together and flourishing.
But the Sun shines; a friend calls, dinner is agreed,
Igniting smouldering anticipation of delight that sends
Intimations of mortality to cower in a dusty corner
Of the mind. And the back straightens; vision clears,
Seeing self in happier light, vague twinges are ignored,
Sulking. Living is renewed, with currency yet to spend.
Categories:
twinges, body, change, funny, happiness,
Form:
Verse
Mid-July
Hospital
Sun pungent, not cold;
But the snow dwells at my feet,
The heavy air squats above my lungs.
Took awhile to shake off the ants,
The ground attentive
The time a prisoner needs to hibernate,
Fear swallowing the pulse
In my chest whole –
Insensible I crossed many entrances,
I walked through rooms filled with
Scents of chloroform-
Old tools, fetid sheets, rusty cabinets,
I am here among the tormented bodies.
Silence needles and twinges
Me unceasingly
Now my heart is a needle.
The orange pumpkins have no eyes
Pointed at balconies that
Drink rusty tears from the sky.
O how the balconies melt like echoes!
O how the sun illuminates the present!
O how to die or to smile!
I opened a slit in my Spirit,
There I put myself
Then disappeared
Written by © Fatima Nusairat
Categories:
twinges, halloween, health,
Form:
Free verse