Best Twisty Poems
Sipping the
Poisoned, dark
Inky medicine..
I am Remiscent of a
strange Alchemy
silently lulLing the
unsuspecting Lovers
surreptitiously Into the twisty,
snakey, turNy underworld of
Gnarly trees and
rootS that writhe to
triP the unwary heart.
a pastIche of memory that
Reminds of
Alluring all
the Lost souls
sLowly
Into the
Nocturnal
Gaze of the
omniScient
ever Present,
ever lovIng
fatheR and creator
of All things;
indeLible,
everLasting,
consIstently
eNgaged for
Goodness
Categories:
twisty, friendship, god, heartbreak, lost
Form:
Shape
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
What are these objects in your frames?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Why must they gotta be the same?
Cars and busses, traffic lights
Bicycles and motor bikes
Crosswalks, signs, and steps and stairs
Fire hydrants everywhere
Boats, planes and parking meters
Tickets, fines, misdemeanors
Why are you so fond of these?
Why are palms the only trees?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
The pictures trapped inside of there
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Depict a world so bleak and bare
Arid, bland, unaesthetic
Barren, drab, unpoetic
Sterile, cold, antiseptic
Unconcerned, apathetic
Somber, sad, and desolate
Woeful, bland, pedestrian
Weary, grim, dreary, hopeless
Grainy, gray, out of focus
It doesn’t need to be this way…
Many things could fill your squares
Why not fill these things in there?
Tambourines and castanets
Bass trombones and clarinets
English horns and piccolos
Harpsichords and xylophones
Fiddles high and Irish whistles
Jingle bells and finger cymbals
5-string banjos, mandolins
Saxophones, accordions
Desmond Tutu and Mandela
Cassius Clay, Cinderella
Charlemagne and Genghis Kahn
George and Ringo, Paul, and John
Twain and Edgar Allan Poe
Wayne and Brando and Monroe
Ida Wells, Frida Kahlo
Steinem, Parks, and Ferraro
River Thames and stormy seas
Winter wrens and bumble bees
Cyprus, ash, oak, fir, and pine
Sassafras, willow, and lime
Daffodils and magnolias
Marigolds and begonias
Cabbage, beets, and potatoes
Carrots, beans, and tomatoes
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
If your pictures must remain
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
How aboutcha change the frames?
Captcha circles, captcha suns
All the captcha olygons
Wiggly captcha twiggly lines
Twisty captcha twiny vines
Captcha diamonds, captcha hearts
Captcha clovers, moons, and stars
Captcha ribbons, Captcha lace
Captcha colored string bouquets
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
We understand you're here to stay.
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
Just be more creative, OK?
Categories:
twisty, funny, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: June 14, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 37 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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Amidst the rolling hills and verdant green,
Lies a land of arcane, almost Xanadu if seen.
A place of ariose where dreams are born,
And the sun rises each day as an auric crown.
In this Elysian land, time seems to stand still.
Worries and troubles fade away, as if by will.
Here, one can find peace and tranquility.
The beauty of nature is its canorous serenity.
Glory in magenta and gold hues in the sky
The birds emit an opera of tunes as they fly.
The aroma of fresh flowers floods the air.
Trees soar high, their limbs rising in a blare.
Going upward, I have faith in my heart.
Through gloomy slopes and twisty parts.
The peaks are starting to come into sight.
Their tops were aurified with golden light.
I wander through this nebulous land of bliss.
And fathom a sensation of perspicuous peace.
I realize that I have embedded my idyllic place,
An oasis of diaphanous passion and grace.
Almost akin to Xanadu, an island of dreams.
It motivates me with whispered schemes.
The seal of the blessing of a utopian paradise
A realm where loveliness is eternal never dies.
Categories:
twisty, analogy, appreciation, beauty, sky,
Form:
Rhyme
Flowers
Flagrant Inspiration
Spring rains soft
Love strolls
Black death
Dancing
Butterflies singing
Life a flutter
Songs only beginning
Black Death
Frolicking gardens
Beer flowing in fountains
Youth teases, curves and tinsel
Three angels in the corner, sleeping
Black Death
Tranquility
Softer than feathered pillows
Peacefulness
The final glimpse through wrinkled curtain
Black death
Rose’s red
Ring around the rosie
Skipping glee abounds
Yet over there in the closet
Black death
The path in the forest
Dark and misty
Winding and twisty
Maps hold no comfort nor key
Black death
The last
The final
The end
Inside the darkness
Until.........
Categories:
twisty, death, gothic, humanity, imagination,
Form:
Verse
I am unlovable
If we are the sum of all our parts
I am unlovable
My parts are broken
Dark and dingy and twisty
The sum of my parts are jagged
And I am unlovable
Categories:
twisty, dark, depression, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse
The dream lingers as I stroll past a rippling stream,
Wind echoes through the tangled emerald trees;
I am, in deep reverie as the birds sing for me unseen,
Oh, sadness leave, just float away on the breeze
God painted a sunset in bright colors so beautiful,
He made me a masterpiece that touched my soul;
I watched the sky swirling, twirling and I was tearful,
All around me was nature as I touched marigold.
Winding tendrils growing wild, I love their twisty way,
Meandering, looping, curving with serpentine twisting;
Seeking, wanting, begging for a sweet bit of sun ray,
Nature brings me such tranquility and I am praying.
Melody of dawn came to me as I woke from my sleep,
The forest was a rhapsody of birds calling and calling;
Beautiful and wondrous the scene that I wanted to weep,
In the morning dew, my spirit healed and was soaring.
Rose in the hush of dawn, bright and red and lovely,
I want to pluck you and keep you all the day with me;
Yet, I hesitate because it will mean your death surely,
So, I leave you for all those walking by to see.
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September 2, 2015
Poetry/Rhyme/Healing Nature
Copyright Protected, ID 15-705-633-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Categories:
twisty, beauty, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Darkness fallen, the sky shines,
Stars twinkle and dance
Floating silently along the milky way in twisty lines
Scattered around, millions to see
Stardust tossed on a black canvas
Painted, a beautiful breathtaking picture
A soft, calming power it holds
Losing every worry among diamonds
Getting lost in the sea, swimming in a daze
The world is quiet, peaceful at this time
No noise or fighting, just soft breathing of innocents.
But all too soon it starts to leave
The sky begins to light; the break of dawn kills all beauty
Dead of night is drifting away
Pain fills the world once again
The fighting begins once more
It’s just a circle, constantly moving.
Day and night in a constant battle
Light; constant, never enough
Dark; slow, peaceful and safe
La nuit prend lentement le monde…
Categories:
twisty, beauty, mystery, night, stars,
Form:
Free verse
Urges ushered Est’bel out of her abode –
a cottage cobbled together from cobwebs and clapboard –
and she scuttled forth,
her nesty hair tousled
by a leaf-laced breeze
In her bony hands she clutched
dregs of a nightmeg broth
in a porcelain jar stoppered
by a coffinwood shard
Her bare feet stepped on thorny twigs
but she felt them not,
for her soles had been hardened
by countless treks across hot coals
washed up from stygian shoals
Leftward she turned,
meandering down the narrowing, twisting path,
where uprooted mandrake tendrils
clutched at her anorexic ankles,
while ravens pecked at her frayed follicles,
until she snatched a leaf
from a passing philodendron,
folding it into a tri-cornered hat
and plunking it atop her pate,
rakishly askew
Dewey sap from twisty-trunked trees
dripped onto the nape of her gnarly neck
and a raven on a nearby branch
cawed his amusement,
earning him her owlish scowl
She spied a row of rotting poppies
and plucked a bunch,
sticking them into a crevice of her hat,
then stepped onto a walkway of cracked shale slabs,
which shunned her footprints,
replacing them with snail streaks
to mark her passing
She made her way to a listing tombstone
atop a gnarled knoll encased in gelid moonbeams
and fringed by shushing sawgrass
She took a small vial of indigo glass
from beneath her shabby shawl
and pulled out a stopper made
from a finger bone of an unfaithful lover
whose pickled tongue hung from a
silver chain around her neck
She poured the contents of the vile vial
into the porcelain jar and
listened to the fizz.
It subsided into sloshes,
reminding her of the sounds
issuing from demented shells
snatched from the forlorn shores
of stygian shoals
She gaped at the sky
as an owl flew past the moon,
stirring the dark craters,
which broke up into swirling spirals,
sucking lunar beasts beneath the surface,
where they dissolved in the ceaselessly sliding sands
And Est’bel raised the jar to her lips
and drank a toast to the moon,
and awaited the enshadowed shades
drifting down the snail-slimed pathway,
propelled by a leaf-laced breeze
Categories:
twisty, magic, moon, night, woman,
Form:
Free verse
How can I fetch what's inside me?
It's a mental scream I can see,
They had poured fear through my mind's crease,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
There has been a real stage play,
Rumbling in the chasm and airway,
This caused the effect of the cease,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
Screaming voices drove me insane,
Shooters, killers, and guns again,
Frail life blights me on endless lease,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
We yield what we hear, but we hear,
In our blood, others' scars are clear,
We wipe tears but also decrease,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
My wounds are still bright in my mind,
Anguish since the long-term rewind,
Out of sight, cracked into pieces,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
We're together despite the waves,
Thrilled as tides rush us to the caves,
Earth seems to cast us a release,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
We plant hope as a human seed,
Love grows in the other being's deed,
These keen emotions can't surcease,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
What if rain wipes tears of sadness?
We'll free ourselves from the brashness,
Teases to shed tears of caprice?
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
Whether you cry from pain or bliss,
It's not rain that makes that abyss,
Crying is nature, human peeps,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
My sorrow is couched in downpour,
Sobbing has not yet come down more,
I chafe drenched while I wait for cease,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
Behind my face, that beams a smile,
Long, twisty, and pitch-black road style,
Secret cries have been rife with geese,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
Checked by HMS.COM/ 8 syllables.com
1St place contest winner
Written: November 14, 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 33 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
twisty, analogy, angst, bereavement, cry,
Form:
Kyrielle
I am a nature addict
and I see people laugh at it...
When I ponder about the future,
or gotta handle the torture,
I look deep into nature
and she is my wound's suture
When I encounter persistent failures,
and when my heart mourns like a wailer,
I lean on the shoulders of the nature
and she is my only saviour
Yeah, I am a nature addict
and I see people laugh at it
Whenever I feel depressed
and when my muse is messed up
She sends butterflies and birds as guests
and makes me embrace the zest
Even a small insect turns my sobering mind
into the happiest one and the cool wind
untangles my mind's twisty knots and
removes hatred from my heart without my consent
However I know our mother nature is so kind
And so I am a nature addict
But I see people laugh at it
When a single wild flower grins,
and when the dawn chorus of birds begin
some esoteric sense of happiness comes within,
I am addicted, is that a sin?
I am a nature addict
and I see people laugh at it,
But I am proud of it
Categories:
twisty, addiction, nature,
Form:
Free verse
I just want five minutes, just to pitch
My killer screenplay for a killer film.
The hunt for a serial killer
By glamorous profilers, nothing grubby
Or exploitive. Some partial nudity,
(Only if required). There’ll be a sexy
Enigmatic hero. First a, er, sexy
Sombre saxophone sighs; on a soccer pitch
Lies the first victim. Tasteful nudity
Reveals one poignant nipple. Open eyes film
Over, dead as moon craters, her grubby
Legs disposed like spoons. She was our killer’s
Anonymous mouse. Our glamorous killer’s
Eyes showed her useless terror. Our sexy
Hero runs a slow hand through his grubby
Hair (Cares too much to wash.) Things touch fever pitch
When the next is abducted. We will film
Her wide eyed writhings. Classy nudity
Perhaps. Some brief tenderness; nudity
Of course; our hero and his wife. (While killer
Stalks a frail, thinly sketched female. We film
From his point of view her private sexy
Underwear clad body.) I want this pitch
To emphasize our Fincheresque grubby
Vision is totally unique. Grubby
Walls connote moral decay. Nudity
Is not exploitive. Our hero pitches
An unorthodox solution. The killer
Is secretly his cross-dressing sexy
Partner. Twisty eh? Never seen on film.
Dressed to Kill? No. Nobody’s heard of that film!
(Who remembers the 80s?) In a grubby
Climax, the mousy cross-dressing, sexy
Basement stalks saxophone solos. Nudity
Washes its private underthings. Killer
Underwear is arrested. That’s the pitch!
Contains grubby scenes of sexy violence.
Contains killer nudity and mild scenes of extreme peril.
Contains high pitched screams and discarded spoons.
Categories:
twisty, film, humor, satire,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Ancient and mysterious woodland bear,
medieval tranquility and flair.
Heaven sylvan scenery colour share,
massive sprays of bloom flowers scent the air.
Twisty esker gravel ridge, lie through their
beautiful valleys, woods, and bower square.
Echoes of aged venerable prayer ,
lull under trees and gardens, with vast air,
with such depth of love that may never err.
Complete empowering of life we share,
while softly scented zephyrs blew and stare.
Oodles buzzing bees through oleander,
hummingbirds thirst honeysuckle nectar.
Under venerable dome they appear
ancient and mysterious woodland bear.
5/17/2016
Categories:
twisty, imagery, nature,
Form:
Monorhyme
A drum with a voice I am
Active, proud and can smile
Made of cow-hide and wood
I can mime and make noise
I am here to be hired to shout
Provoked I make useful noise
Wood is my switch-board
Strike me with wooden sticks
And I dance for you twisty
Cool soothing dance
The dances of your heart
And sing for you reggae
Song of your mind for your joy
I am multi-lingual too
When given cheese, butter
I can cry with the crying
When showered with money, milk
I can laugh with the laughing
A talking drum, I ape my master
At times I am deaf and dump
Feed me not, I raise my hand not
Feed me, I postpone sleep and act
For I talk what you talk,
And hear what you hear for,
Life is a dream full of imitations
Categories:
twisty, africa, allegory, analogy, political,
Form:
Sestina
Written by Gail DeBole on April 4, 2012
Updated on March 15, 2020
Gail's note: Inspired by one of my BFF's, Christy
Twisty Christy can wordsmith a rhyme
Combining meters and thoughts so sublime.
She helps open mental doors.
You find yourself asking for more.
Each poem feels like exquisite wine.
Twisty Christy wears her heart on her sleeve.
Talk to her and it’s easy to see
That she’s one of a kind
Who sees the good in world-kind
And who is eager to help you believe.
With her wit and a wink, she’ll have fun
And your mind will be on the run
Twisting and turning,
Expanding, sensing, and learning
Until the discussion is done.
Note: Part of the Portrait Collection
Categories:
twisty, friendship, people,
Form:
Limerick
When I breathe and beat you know my nerve,
Whether am in trouble or in twisty curve,
Alpha to infinity you knows my pain,
Alas! All my endeavors yet null and vain,
Oh my Lord forgive my err and sin,
Am not more than petite thumb pin,
I am not more then eccentric smoke,
But Neither my pulse vanishes nor I get choke,
What am I? Mere a fickle soul and surreal thought,
Without your blessings, zilch and aught,
You made me concrete yet fragile,
Oh my Lord your mercifulness heaps and pile,
Wish I die while reading holy book kalam,
And meanwhile praising salat-o-salam,
And occult angel may welcome to main,
-abode, But I wish to die once again,
You give us faith and the best,
You the lord of two east’s and two west’s,
Sanctify my soul, make me free from evil,
And demonic thoughts of devil,
And I supplicate that You,
Allah ho, Allah Ho,
Nothing is invisible to you,
Oh My Lord, All powers belong to you!
Written By
Muhammad Shahid Hussain Chouhdry
(Bwp_PK)
Categories:
twisty, allah, blessing,
Form:
Hamd