Best Unnerves Poems
Catwalks
Crowd gawks
Wont style
Forced smile
Strike pose
Fake nose
Weird strut
Flat butt
Scant curves
Unnerves
Small-hipped
Lunch skipped
Stick-thin
Chagrin
Faux tan
Pecan
Plucked brow
Used plough?
Long lash
Bleached 'tache
Plump lips
Veiled nips
Waxed mound
Astound
Forebear
Despair
Sweet girls
Morph churls
Sly pout
Grim trout
Taut thighs
All lies
Make hot
Post-shot
Airbrushed
Not hushed
Mere gaud
Defraud
Model?
Twaddle!
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25 November 2017
For the "Footle Form - Sequenced or Stand-Alone" contest, sponsored by Brian Strand.
Who is this person who observes?
Familiar, from old photographs
the similarity unnerves:
I laugh the way he also laughs.
Eyes close, the image disappears,
as does my father, and my fears.
Winds whip and whistle
past bark of branches bare
collar-cringing cold
winter's whipsaw wares
Frozen faces, fingers
tingling, trembling toes
shivers, shakes, sunken eyes
signal endless woes
A-howling and a-knocking
the nasty night unnerves
the gentle dreams of lovers
nestled in their curves
I HATE how it squeezes
It unnerves and freezes
Blood pounds through the arm
Setting off my alarm
Read her face like a book
(The nurse has that look)
"It's high to the max"
"Just try to relax!"
"You're close to a stroke"
(Lord, I need a smoke)
In Hades, flows the chthonic Styx, a river
of woe and pain (a channel thoroughfare;
where Charon ferries the dead, who despair)
which unnerves our damned souls till we quiver.
The Styx! It's like cirrhosis which kills the liver,
metastasizing there; but does not care;
and tortures us beyond what we can bear!
Because we are thrice-damned, we now shiver
with the peals of the Stygian death-knell;
while Heaven appears like a hope long dead
(as if we’re ten-thousand feet deep in hell!),
here, where the redeemed dare not walk or tread,
we are but ghosts, like shades without a shell:
yet, hell can we brave; but, the Styx we dread.
Alone with you
the world fades away
as you hold me
so closely
tender lips against my ear
whispering sweet somethings
burn me with their heat
and your voice
deep with desire
ignitites me
dissolves me
and I am gone
lost to everything
but the music we make
and growing need
turning urgent
overtaking me
until I'm pleading for you
to close the distance that lies between us
and my shudder unnerves you
as you are sharing in my wealth
nestled in my warmth
taking me over
until I'm singing
sweet praises to heaven
and you join me at its gate
sweet lullaby of joy surrounds us
rocking us gently to sleep
when we are alone
I regret having been born
to forlorn in this noxious, wicked world.
I distaste that I was born
in a biased, impovershirished, corrupt society.
I was born to careless; unloving parents.
I am living but unknown,
popular but uncounted.
No birth certificate to certify I am a living human being.
I am invisible to my State,
I am not included when they plan for others.
I regret having been born
in an abusive, malfunctional, disjointed society,
like that in which my mother slept unlettered.
A society where one aims to unnerves one for personal praise.
I curse the day that brought me to this world.
A world where life dictates my lifestyle,
A world where I am a victim of circumstances,
and my wits are buried in oblivion.
Africa is the cradle of mankind
yet her sons and daughters developed foreign lands first,
her children are haunted by these vicious cycles of poverty.
And now leaving Africa has been the African dream!
I wish was not one of these children.
I regret having been born;
To…believe the sky is the limit
when Armstrong’s feet stepped on the moon.
Innuendo .
When you want booze
and dance
you get pinches
and leers
left quizzing why
its never
from the one
you want
as requesting
that must heard
song.
When a simple
drink order
you want
to place
is interrupted
by slurring
voices saying
" hey gorgeous"
while swaying
to and fro
and nearly smashing
into that
pretty face.
Innocent victims
who
should think
more of the
clothes they
selected and
how they wore
them.
Then a victim
no more.
Maidens seek
the rhythm
loud free
uninterrupted dances
and sweet tasting
sugar like liquors.
Lad's search out
pretty young chick's
shaking their things
flirting and flaunting.
He unnerves
with his kooky moves
awkwardly in her space.
Ever so lucky
to score a
phone number
and the maybe
empty promise she
will answer.
A smile, a wave and goodbyes were exchanged
She said she would try to remember the good times
After the misery they had endured
He replied he would seek the silence of the night
It had been an amicable parting
They had loved each other deeply
He thought they were a good match
She felt in her heart this was the real thing
But as luck would have it
Up jumped the devil when they began living together
Their personalities clashed fiercely
Soon, they realized it would come to no good
She was intransigent in her views
And his ego could not stand her arrogance
Of course, his ego was no child that could be tamed
Nor his brusque manner tolerated
They said that if their union was made in heaven
It could very well have been forged in hell too
They didn’t yell too much at each other
But the animosity was there
It had reached the point of no return
After a short while they stopped touching
Separation was the only solution
A sweet apple turned sour, an expectation rancid
Love comes seldom
Hatreds become frequent
After a while, affection became difficult
Love needs affection not discord
It behooves the lovelorn to think maturely
Is there is compatibility, sincerity, honesty
and understanding of each others' feelings?
Are you ready to let it all die
in one giant scream of silence?
Love consists of many intrinsic small things
Like comprehending that obstinacy unnerves even the sacred,
Tolerance is next to saintliness
And true love is not so easy to achieve
I would plunge in a raging river
To save a sweet child just like that
Charge a flaming house with no quiver
To rescue some fat scardy-cat
Cause I wouldn't have time to THINK about it
And wind up whining to a SHRINK about it
About how that thing squeezes
How it unnerves and freezes
Feeling blood pump in my arm
Sets off that damn panic alarm
I can read her face like a book
The nurse with a disgusted look
"It's high to the max
Would you just please relax?
You're close to a stroke"
(Lord, I need a smoke)
'Doc throw a left hook and just DECK me
Or shoot me with drugs and THEN check me'
Okay, I'm a coward, big deal!
Guess I ain't nobody's hero
So why when they're done do I feel?
My ego-gauge plummet to zero?
What's time?
It's that ticking second, that greatly unnerves me,
It's that flitting moment, that captures me,
It's that immutable hour, that unsettles me.
What's time?
It's that time I want to be with you.
What's a moment?
It's that stillness in time, that brings you closer to me,
It's that unshimmering second, that pops your picture in my mind,
It's that unending wait, for a communication unforthcoming.
What's a moment?
It's that moment I'm with you.
Then what's happiness?
It's that smile, I feel in my dreams,
It's that love, I want to keep,
It's that affection, that runs so deep.
So what's happiness?
It's that which I have with you.
Topsy-turvy seems so
well, it seems so cute
relentlessly cute
saccharin cute.
Until and unless you're in it
and then, well then the
belly comes to regard
its place in you as
something less than
...certain.
Topsy-turvy, ugh
abounding now
injured this, and angry he
fractured that, and we less she
ugh
pitchforks are being sharpened
and eyes are narrowing
the hits keep coming
and then sooner than
we're ready, before we've
absorbed the first hits
they're covered
before we've recovered
ugh
and now Leonard has gone
and left us
(his poetry)
and now Leonard has gone
and left us
(his view)
and now and now.
And now
we're left with
only what Leonard
left.
You left too soon
I hadn't yet
learned how to
live up to your death.
Topsy-turvy
Unnerves me.
And my Buddhist rock
has turned to dust
and left us to just us.
A transgender Barbie! What? The bridge ladies are upset.
Their best friend is not proud Mary, my friend from Winterset.
Her daughter is transgender, and she is tickled as can be.
If you had a transgender in your family, you would feel differently.
The laughter gets so loud, it unnerves me more than just a bit.
I had one, said one mean looking broad, but my husband threw a fit.
We threw her out, and now she sleeps on someone else’s couch.
I wonder about this woman, whose empathy is apparently a slouch.
But isn’t she still your baby? Don’t you love her? I ask this crone just so.
She gives a maniacal laugh, I think it is a cover up for feelings of woe.
Why should she? Asks another witch from the table I am sitting at.
So I get up and run out, screaming, for their meanness is so phat!
can only start near end
remember let touch send
text tow wind knot unkind
several almost always blind
sans sanctions dubious doubt
say mean like when what shout
carries sharing showing how
onward fast firm never bow
talking points pants unknown
leaves most places all alone
random rules ruin rights rot
cools unnerves calms hits spot
late early loose worm kills bird
silent talks sounds rarely heard
wonder if of out with not who
plays things spams let capture you
good spear into through core
trembles minds hearts bodies more
remembers few less censored
fragments fails points scored
The witches sleep late in April
Broomsticks swaying on budding branches
With those noses you’d think they’d snore
But are actually fairly quiet
Their fires burn less brightly
What with the April showers
Squirrels steer clear of the smoldering embers
A passing fox tip-toes warily
I believe they dream
As the moonless nights
Echo with unintelligible murmurs
Curses muffled by a thickening fog
An eerie presence unnerves the sunrise
Shadows playing tag ‘neath leafless claws
Shuffle through the remnants of their night
As the witches sleep late in April