Best Veins Poems
~ This poem is written in the 8686 syllable count style of one of my favorite Emily Dickenson poems, 'I Felt a Funeral in My Brain.'
'pon roiling sea a fierce storm brewed
waves crashed within my veins
fueled by heady winds, they pursued
to drown my life with rains
With tympani beat, thunder roared
bold lightning flicked and flashed
we pulled, we pulled, oh how we oared
with nature's ire we clashed
Then came a clamor from astern
our ship had split in two
in my veins, swells still pound and churn
until the moon breaks through
Calmed now, the vile tempest from Hell
sky riveted with stars
Man holds no power to dispel
nature's wrath when she spars
~ For Chris
She That Embraced The Darkness In Her Veins
With her mind not sick of dark devious games
she opens dead doors, tossing in more painful blames
in newly acquired realm, no mercy was real
as darkness ate away, weeping heart to steal.
She planted her black roses, her favorite crop
Embracing hate masters, never going to stop.
As her heart transformed to stone, sky fell away
nights holding no moons and bright stars, only grey
listening for wolves to howl and night owls hoot
she pondered life and how deep her ancient roots.
Garden wide, its radiant color darkest black
She counted her evil chips, in multiple stacks.
With heartache's deadliest weapon, she spared none
as souls shattered, she would cry out, this is fun
in heralded glory, she lit bigger fires
lustily craving hotter funeral pyres.
When nights got boring, her satanic eyes would blaze
Out into waiting wild world, all hell she would raise.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-02-2018
Rhyme, (Dark Oft Invades Broken Hearts)
Note- The muse said, when darkness invades and the heart saddens and sinks
write words from malevolent parades and pour us both much stiffer drinks!
There is ice in the veins of people still giving vaccines, proven to kill.
There is ice in the veins of those creating a ministry group to silence us.
There is ice in the veins of those who kill babies after they are born.
There is ice in the veins of those allowing an unsafe border invasion.
All the while, they are giving billions and billions to another instead.
There is ice in the beings of those who are reporting lies, spitting hypocrisy.
There is ice in the veins of those abusing young children in our schools.
There is ice in the veins of the proven corrupt people harming our country.
These people’s actions are evil and their souls are like depth of winter cold.
Then, they project these things onto innocent people who are speaking truth.
Projection onto people who love our country and want to love and help others.
Regardless of what happens, from all those with ice in their veins;
God sees, God knows and nothing will be done without consequence.
Because all along the way, through their destruction, the knowing of it has froze!
Heidi Sands
4/29/22
i g n o r a n c e,
a contagious disease
turning specks of stars to stones,
burning bridges of life,
locked with names
engraved in gold and glitter,
leaving a s k y of sorrow
filled with ashes,
singing haunting lullabies
to the grieving galaxies,
as if there is no
space in the city of the clueless,
where walls are painted
with black diamond tears.
O watercolor forests,
where the moon sails above
trees of tranquility~
every raven has a nest to rest
when cold is the wintry eye,
roaming through dark alleys
where twilight sighs,
reverberates, and colors rise,
awakening hibernating rivers~
free-flowing like fine wine.
and here I weave
heartbeats with herbs of h o p e,
longing to waltz through
a sphere that sees
beyond
skin and i n k ...
You and I,
letting go of foolishness,
no longer spectators of actors,
dressed for a
carnival of chaos.
I am not your
defined nightmare,
echoing paranoia.
I am the silhouette of sunsets,
shaped in clover green,
signs of p e a c e.
I serenade for the weak,
with lyrics of love
amidst a choir of integrity.
see me as I am~
I am more than
the tale within narratives
you’ve long been taught…
illuminate your eclipsed soul
with sparks of
c o m p a s s i o n,
erasing egoistic stains
pulsating within veins of vanity,
for I breathe lilac and lavender,
drizzling from a lantern-filled horizon,
like jasmine raindrops
t w i r l i n g and s w i r l i n g
in tune to the rose rhapsody
of symphonic serenity.
Yet
silence
is the dialect
that speaks~
to sins that dwell within insensitive soils,
pushing roots to
s w e l l
in musical delirium.
Your love flows through my veins
like the Nile River flows through
the sands of Eygpt.
Love flows through my veins
like rivers that break off into endless streams
and water the gardens of the green stems
of torn covered rose bushes.
In my veins, you flow, as a sparrow
flies through the blue skies in beauty.
You are the blood that flows through my veins
and later settles deep in my heart
and embraces me with a hug of intimace.
Love flows through my veins
like endless notes played by the sweetest composer
along with his private orchestra playing a lovely melody.
Rivers, streams break off and flow into lakes and oceans,
Like my veins that lead to my heart,
you are always there flowing through my veins.
Your love flows through my veins.
backside, front slide
whatever celtic profile
drips into the moon's pool
shawls twirl of mirrors unbidden
phrases and alphabets of waters wander
collapsing around the waist of marbles unturned
shelter me with a thousand
embraces from the moon's blankets
the wind torments me with granite whistles
when mother dusk wails for morsels of biblical mercy
this decadent night crawls with exiled breaths. i breathe.
With a silence that cut through the laughter
She entered the room, bitterness
Edged around her features, portraying
Cruelty with an unfeeling sword of darkest
Gloom, dread so dismal it feels, almost,
Like grief sinking into the bones
Sullenness coughing up phlegm that rots
In the heart, the soul, the mind
Where there is a penetrating hostility
Her eyes glared at the laughing children
Echoed cynicism through the air
Like a poison dart piercing the heart
Her hatred tasted of a sourness
Only the very truthful could attest to
She was hard and her icy stares forced lovers
To pull away from one another, chastised
By the coldness that left chills on the mind
Resentment fell from her pores, sweating acidity
Imploring hope to be cast aside for disaster
Calamity so dreadful it was as fatal as a stab wound
A trepidation so repulsive with its awfulness
It feels like being in a nightmare,
Terrifying
When she looked at me, though…
I saw through the cool, calculating gaze
Into the heart where there had once lived
A child of five, all giggles and smiles
Alive with the joy of silliness, …
I saw, beneath the ice in the veins
The warmth of a heart who was living
… with excruciating pain
Pick-A-Title, Vol 30 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
1.) Ice In the Veins
April 24, 2022
A LOVER ASKED HIS BELOVED : ARE YOU STILL READY TO GO THROUGH OUR LOVE ?
HIS BELOVED ANSWERED HIM :
How can I , not when you are the air that I breath.....
How can I not , when you're love is the grace that I seek....
How can I not , when you revels through my veins , you walk through my blood until you reach my heart and then you put your locks on it...
How can I not , when we share the same soul , the same heart beat , the same breath and the same passion....
How can I not , when you're the only person who can understand the language of my heart when I get all tongue tight...
I never imagined some as half of your perfection , not in my wildest dreams...
And now that I have you , now that I can see you , feel you , touch you and your soul - how do you want me to let go of you ....
Cause in the end - I can't live with a heart that is missing nor a soul that is lost....
Her body my fingertips journey
As climbs the walls of villas shiny ivy,
Fondling mysterious green paths
Like those painted on sweet hyacinths,
Which colour her niveous neck and cheeks as do grasses on a bay.
I'm so TIRED of missing you—
Too tired of thinking about you;
I keep myself busy throughout the day—
Yet —You never fade away.
Like blood —You flow within my VEINS,
With every breath; Your love remains.
You're not a Nightmare —I wish to forget,
But a beautiful dream I want to relive;
A love so deep my heart can ONLY give.
—Beloved
I Breathe You every day My Dear ;
And draw You into My Soul~
I wish to weave my veins with yours, like two rivers joining their destinies under the eternal sky,
to let my blood flow through the corridors of your craters, carrying with it a song of life,
to drive out the deeply embedded poison, to show you how it is to breathe without the demons that tear at your silence,
like shadows that have hidden too long in the dark corners of your soul.
I wish to open your ribs like the gates of an ancient temple forgotten by the world,
to extract your heart, scrape away the accumulated pain, and place it back, purified and reborn,
still beating with the force of a universe, still yours, but stripped of the shadows of the past,
a symphony of beats singing of a rediscovered love, pure and eternal.
I wish to unveil your skin like a map of memories, to replace your scars with my fingerprints,
so you never forget the touch that brought light where there was only darkness,
like a gentle wind that erases the traces of the storm, leaving behind the peace of a summer rain.
I wish to pull the demons from your throat, to throw them against the walls of this fortress that is you,
to watch them beg for mercy, as they dissolve into the shadows of the night,
like beasts that have stolen too many dreams, disappearing into the oblivion that has long awaited them.
But trust is not something I can give you out of the blue, like an elixir of lost hope,
you must open your hands, let fall the blade you've held like a talisman,
until your palms remember how to bleed, how to let the pain go,
and to receive the light that will envelop you in the warmth of an endless morning.
There are moments
when love feels like flight,
as though the air itself bends
to lift us higher.
Your smile is not just light,
it is acceleration,
a rush that floods my body
until I am dizzy with wonder.
Every glance from you
is electricity-
not pain,
but the spark of being alive
in ways I had only imagined.
Euphoria is dangerous,
a fever of the soul.
It makes the ordinary miraculous:
a shared laugh becomes music,
a hand brushing mine
becomes revelation.
The world is still flawed,
but through you
I see it gleam,
as though touched by divinity.
I fear this joy sometimes,
its intensity,
its sharpness.
But what is love
if not the willingness
to surrender to the storm
and let it remake you?
So I leap,
I fall,
I burn,
I soar.
For in your presence,
every nerve sings,
and I am made infinite.
I was told by my uncle Steve
that I descended from a prince;
word spread through the medieval town,
then all the single girls chased me
around every corner...I heard them giggling.
Blue blood flows in my veins,
that Coat Of Arms can attest this fact;
Frederick II must have given to a valorous knight,
I can imagine how he felt accepting this honor from a King,
but the mystery remains...what was his name?
I must search for my ancestry and those scrolls will surprise me;
and if I had a wish...I would be that armored knight who seduces
the Queen whose desire for a younger man is too evident.
Ah! I will be decapitated by the angriest King! You will weep, charming lady!
I don't live in a castle groping on a barren hill,
I don't owe lands tended by loyal peasants, no carpet
is spread on my entering, no trumpets announce
my coming; I'll never smile at a pretty princess or maid!
Ah! The illusive dream of a-would-be-king! But I have blue blood flowing
in these veins! Why wasn't I given a title of nobility like handsome Prince Andrew?
Theme: Who Am I?
Written on 1/25/ 2016
As I sit next to him I cant help but to see his veins
Blood running thick within them I look and smile
He starts to fall into an endless sleep, all that's left is his remains
His body is full of empty veins as long as a mile
you race though my veins
like a manic fire truck
my eyes smodering from the engine
of your torrid passion
fire hoses squirting out my skin
let me in sweet darlin'
fling the ladder from your pounding heart
climb into my vacant mind
strip me naked and fling me
into your bubbling inferno
your liquid lava seething
every sweet cell breathing me in
as I slowly rise,
and dive into your
silky undulations
microscopic penetrations
wrap yourself around me
and catapult me deep
into your long forgotten sleep
let me in sweet darlin'
envelop me completely
my senses scintillating
corpuscles palpitating
drown me with your magic potion
breathe me like a dragon
soak me with your moist emotion
and lift my heart
high
into the tranquil eye
of your whirling swirling hurricane
please
let me in sweet darlin'
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