Best Unnerve Poems
Corona virus sent to try us
Unnerve Confuse deplete divide us
It comes to scare it comes to kill
The vulnerable the old and ill
It spreads it’s panic it spreads it’s fear
It’s harsh unjust mortal ,severe
Dark and viscous it seeks and thrives
Culling the weak ending lives
Misery uncertainty you cannot comprehend
Deviant Inimical it’s aim is to offend
It feels like a movie it feels like a dream
Locked down and scared I want to scream
Fear of the doorbell fear of the street
Fear of the people I once used to meet
Fear for the loved ones I cannot be near
Fear of the virus fear of the fear
War is atrocious but the enemy’s clear
But the Invisible virus will never appear
It’s in the air it’s on the ground
On things you touch it’s all around
it seeks and finds the weak and old
And suffocates until their cold
It has no conscience no concerns
It feeds and thrives it lives and learns
Destroys and ruins breaks and hates
Silently it decimates
It Spreads so fast it’s hard to cope
There is no cure there’s only hope
It deals in death as it passes by
No comfort for the ones who die
Annihilation? is it’s mission
It needs no help or no permission
A wake of tears and misery
Is the only trace it leaves to see
Its pray is helpless and will not know
Until it’s time for them to go
Hungry for another soul
It now ramps up The human cull
Seas and borders no protection
The world now waits for its infection
A tiny mist of human breath
Will make you ill or cause your death
So hide away beyond detection
Spare your kisses your affection
Hide so you may be ok
And live to fight another day
Hide so there will always be
A hope for our humanity
It will not relent There is no cure
So Stay indoors and lock your door
Spare your touch and wash your hands
Observe the rules advice and bans
Save your kisses save your hug
And we will beat this deadly bug
Anacondas crush to pieces
Bisons sport long shaggy hair
Cheetahs are the fastest species
Dolphins leap into the air
Elephants have large incisors
Fennec foxes, ears like Spock
Great white sharks unnerve the divers
Hyenas are laughing stock
Indris is a type of monkey
Jaguars are fast and strong
Kangaroos are tall and clunky
Llamas' necks are rather long
Mandrills have red-bottomed features
Newts can grow an extra limb
Ostriches are speedy creatures
Polar bears just love to swim
Quetzels are ablaze with colour
Rattlesnakes subdue their prey
Sloths show life could not be duller
Tawny owls sleep through the day
Uakaris have red faces
Vultures scavenge on the go
Wild boar live in diverse places
X-ray tetra brightly glow
Yaks lock horns when in a fight
Zebras' coats are black and white
Now you'll know just who is who
When you visit London zoo.
22.02.20
Abecedarian Contest Poetry Contest - sponsor Caren Krutsinger
Abc Contest Poetry Contest - sponsored by Allright Poet
Dedicated to Robert Lindley. Warning this tale is dark.
THE DOVE
A bloody stain upon the sheets, how cruel!
Soulless weight of the wretched beast who’d rule.
With his bare paws and downward thrust he’d crush,
Rake over the virgin, ignore her blush.
Her pasty-skin, red eyes that swim, unloved.
With his scepter and crown he’d beat the dove.
Dainty wings he pinned, imprisoned her light.
Tall shadowed tower, the terror of night.
The wraithlike scream of his anger he’d wage,
She cringes and clings to the walls, her cage.
His mother the evil queen nods, approves.
Wears silken-black, her shoes - cloved hooves.
In the distance a kinder soul, he sees
Her vomitus-plight - sallow of her pleas.
Not to be tangled with when purpose hails,
He prepares the strongest steed, onward sails.
The King he mocks, “You jest! Stay out of it!”
The hero’s strength in eyes, in frock and grit
Unnerve his goliathlike flesh, it crawls.
He shakes off the warning, his voice it squalls
With a torrential force, thunder, lightning
plenipotentiary frightening
And this illuminated stranger dusts
Off his shoulder the dope’s dander, thrusts
A chivalrous blade, toys with this mouse-king.
Meanwhile the slice of a whip, witch sings
As she tears up the back of the princess.
The sadistic royal duo ceaseless.
The two-edged sword, the strike faithful and true,
Butchery of the cattle and his crew
Done with precision, with no time to waste.
In his vision, beheld the “beauty” chaste.
With his steed, he races upstairs, hooks whip,
Drags the witch to window, releases grip,
Throws his white robe over dove’s trodden flesh.
She forgets - her dwelling brand new and fresh.
Awakened to peaceful serenity.
Wears royal white, dove of infinity.
1/24/2020
Most local folk lore is intended to unnerve but
I think there's validity to the Haunted horse shoe curve.
The building of our nations rails took a terrible toll
on the Irish, the Chinese, and many other souls..
This was once a very thriving railroad town,
now the population dwindles yet some ghosts
still stick around..
Three years ago I bought my condo in a bit of haste.
I never asked my realtor for a ghost reading of the place..
It's a building designed for seniors so obviously some passed on.
Apparently there's one who is not completely gone,
it's small like a child, might be a leprechaun?
This is factual and not some kind of joke,
in our non-smoking building there's a faint cigar smoke.
Drawers and doors will open where there's no other folks.
Some times out of the corner of one eye, a shorter fleeting
person quickly passes by..
Similar experiences have been reported from coast to coast but are
they actually signs of a visiting ghost?
Initially I read up on ghosts and did a bit of learning,
promptly I bought some sage and had my first burning..
Now I just play tambourines and ring a loud bells to chase
away any stuck energy that dwells.
Living with this ghost has not been a big deal.
Some times I just interrupt it's energy field..
If per chance I should get stuck before I'm safe and heavenly.
I pray that some one out there will do the same for me..
Surrounded by people, yet alone.
My only respite....the telephone.
Longing for voices, having never heard.
Hearing voices that could only unnerve.
Day after day, they blend together.
One's only hope, they don't go on forever.
Pain and sorrow, that's what life brings.
No three little birds melodies pure and sweet sings.
Cast your lot and hope all is well.
Pray that God doesn't send you to hell.
Old and crippled, where all soon shall be.
Better to die young, wrap your car around a tree.....
If I don't sleep or choose to not take my
med.'s in spite of my doctor's orders, I hear
sinister voices whispering in my ears;
they unnerve me, because no one's nearby
(when I'm bipolar and failing to comply
with doctor's advice). It's a b*tch, I fear,
being committed several times a year
while my whole life's put on total standby.
Life with this disorder is difficult:
and thriving is the ultimate challenge,
a test to surmount and defeat—to exult
in when I overcome it, and not cringe
from this disease as some unjust result
of fate that has me grimly on the fringe.
In an attempt to establish an uncertain linkage between 2 parables,
Ivo Torena resorted to impress his colleagues all night long; hence,
awkward as a cow on a crutch, he was cowed into pilfering bananas,
and when he was caught red-handed by the deputy, his eyes showed
no response even though his arteries were friendly. Thus, a series of
tribulations took place inside his troubled mind for outlandish
reasons, and his whereabouts were commended by one of the top
enemies of the state: The twerp from Antwerp. On a serious note,
a cabal of notorious hotshots devised an agenda to unnerve Ivo
until the cow comes home. Still and all, Torena has a truly unique
composure, unlike the belligerent Belgian, and his mannerisms
can't be reciprocated with ease. Furthermore, the notoriety with
which he prattled and sprattled was momentous! His uneventful
birth can't hold a candle to any cinematographic invention although
his water bottle company is a candle in the wind and the pieces
begin to assemble duly without second thoughts whatsoever.
My guardian angel sleep how I honor thee,
Thy contrarian ways leave me breathless,
Thine art, the bearer of life’s synchronicity.
I am your vessel, a vassal on your highways,
Thou speakest in tongues, thy magic conveys,
Subtle shifts in the feelings of voluptuous days.
You speak to me archaically, sometimes not,
With ears I absorb your many voices,
Though my eyes are slow to know your every plot.
Faithfully you come to me when the shades are drawn,
Carefully you wake me with touching flair,
I am pushed to reconsider most every dawn.
A night without you is an adventure at home,
It is, to wit, but a journey to bed,
Better not to sleep if you venture not to Rome.
Your flavor spices my mind, with thirst I crave it,
Its abundance and magnitude move me,
I search the seas to find your shores to inhabit.
You surprise me, you recognize me, you see me,
The masks I use to cloak, your hands deface,
Uncovering my ploys with mirthful subtlety.
Naked I stand before you, your canvas to paint,
With strokes of genius you unnerve my life,
In depth you make my shallow ways seem less than quaint.
A weaver could not imagine the text you bear,
The knot you wind only a knot can know,
There is no metaphor that can describe your stare.
I will never understand how you do this trick,
Yet it is me who does it every night!
I am undone by you, yet you make my life tick.
If you are the eye of my mind who sees the truth,
Better to go, leave me to my devices,
To abide by your laws would be just too uncouth.
Yet I hesitate to cast you away stranger,
You are the god who lives inside of me,
I can not live without my nightly messenger.
Stay with me then my ritual marvelous friend,
I need you, crave you, in sleep I would die,
Without your visitations life could not amend.
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Written 09.06/2014 By Jornjorn.
I came across you
as I stumbled through
a darkened alley
shadows of the makeshift fire
shed light on your face
I wasn't sure if you were smiling or just
trying to unnerve me
after all it was late and I was alone
there I stood almost like I was glued to the spot
reluctant to move
just in case the shadow of you disappear
so I held my pose
waiting on you to make the first move
you never did,
the fire finally snuffed out
as it started to rain..
You never said a word,
just took off your jacket and covered me with it
there I stood as you turned around
and walked away
*inspired by the rainy weather in Cape Town*
©150720122100
A smithy peers into a white hot
Ingot formed square
Seeing the idea of a meaning
Form there
How many turns at the anvil
How many soakings
In the heat
Long sweating hours hammering
Out her beat
The shape of the curve
Coaxed, twisted
Unnerve
Rough forged
Dimpled and scaled
The infant soul struggles
To be released
Feverishly filing
Sanding
Blasting
Pausing...
Was that too much
Sleep on it
Dream of it
Put her on the table
Wait for her to speak
To cry out for your care
Grow into your dream
Polish until her sparkling
Truth is revealed
The word smith
Gazes in awe
She has been the midwife
Servant and guide through the
Strife
Chaos
Of meanings life
It was, I really must admit, with quite some trepidation
I braced myself and stepped up to the vacant self-serve station.
Placed my bag in readiness to save having to lift it
but a female robot voice boomed out and made me go and shift it.
After that it beeped and flashed as everything got scanned,
all items being packed away exactly as I'd planned.
Until I moved my shopping bag for another I'd be using
then 'Red Alert!' all hell broke loose,
the staff all stared, accusing.
Enough's enough- abandon ship, why let this thing unnerve me?
I'm off to find a corner shop, and let a human serve me.
Don't be Slave to your mind
Don't be Slave to your mind
Alluring and Appealing , the desires are
Desires will play when the mind is away
Make you fall in the Blind
Don't be Slave to your mind
Don't be Slave to your mind
Illusion stairs and trackless roads there are
leading you down the garden path
In a great ditch of blind fall
Don't be Slave to your mind
Don't be Slave to your mind
Empty promises from the empty vessel
It's like, in the air, building a Castle
Reason is dying, leaving empty mind behind
Don't be Slave to your mind
Don't be Slave to your mind
Luring to heart, alluring to mind
Desires will unnerve you in a bit of a bind
Doing away with it , a challenge to mankind
Don't be Slave to your mind
Don't be Slave to your mind
Letting your reason drive your heart and soul,
will make the world under you as a whole
Don't let others control your heart and mind
Don't be Slave to your mind
The feisty woman spewed torrential abuses
He holds her in his arms till her anger defuses
To despair over her phobias he simply refuses
Nightmares of being hated and unloved one day
Cloud her thoughts of his fearful avenge in some way
His calming voice cannot unnerve her in her usual fray
One such day his heart-beat stops as he lay stony still
A cold stare at her tongue that could no more bring him ill
Sobbing apologies echoed after her poisonous verbal pill
In his matrimonial life his patience had passed every test
Gloom spread as the dead lay on the pyre after his cardiac arrest
Such pretence was unseen as she hammered hard on his breast
Her beatings opened the flood gates of his arteries and he sat up affrighted
His son's eyes ogled out and hands quivered holding the torch that was lighted
Shrieks and rampage confused the reborn while at his back the shrew snorted
October 16, 2016
Contest No. 224
For Brain Strand
We're proud of things we're in control
Relaxed, at ease with daily cares.
We rule ourselves, no fear at all
As we juggle desires and money affairs.
We are not fazed by things that unnerve,
As long as these do not hit us home.
The wayward ones get what they deserve,
We send the needy where they come from.
But there are things we cannot handle
And these may come anytime to break
Our human pride and we find we're not able
To negotiate, deter, or cancel an earthquake.
All rights reserved~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~07.24.15
Green of the poison can invade deep
unnerve you and eat innards like creep
it sinks in slow from the injectible
which sinks in sharp like a stab.
Laugh,demur,smile,eyes roll
hand in hand and enthrall
sweet words and ready laugh
on all my jokes and gaffes.
Waited for her on the foyer
as she skied in on a cloud layer
her sights made me oxygenate
sigh,yearn and coagulate.
Moments spend together
in arms pretty hooky and warm
lips locked so often in seal
were they apart in real.
Amalgamation of understanding
and of deep soul
saying aye together to all
and no in unison troll.
Foyer was my making and breaking
one day I was waiting
she came in on allright
on clouds as usual bright.
Heading me -no she headed north
where stood her new God!
she did not waste a glance O! Lord!
hand in hand she was over,with beau,on her love fjord.
Green of the poison can invade deep
unnerve you and eat innards like creep
it sinks in slow from the injectible
which sinks in sharp like a stab.