Best Ventricle Poems
When Love comes pounding on a drum,
it comes on strong and fast and hard
until two hearts in synch beat passion's song.
Sometimes love comes clanging down the tracks.
It clashes or it clamors to be heard,
so at its crossing, meaning is obscured.
Other times, love lurks or it attacks.
Unrequited, love can pierce or burn
until its ventricle turns deathly black.
And then are times love gently climbs
or eases sure-footed to one's door
or sweetly seeps and saturates the soul.
It's strong and yet it's soft.
It doesn't sting or snip. It listens
and reverberates the whispers of the heart.
Oct. 10, 2016
Categories:
ventricle, love,
Form:
Free verse
Fated to Love
Best to simply weigh the heart with a poppy seed
Counter balance on granite
All its rhythmical surging
Its expeditious life
Amounts to nothing
Better then, not to believe in its enchantment
For it is fated to love
And do little else but lead
To ruin
Well-worn to stop up your ears
Lest you hear its background murmurings
Brooding upon devotion
Lacking the power to change anything
But weeps constantly for dreams
Do not then, be deceived
For all the hearts will to achieve
It cannot
But burst inside your veins
Only half remembering what once you never held
Though its truth persists
It lays persecutory back against a lie
The heart would try
But cannot defy the world
Beware then my friends
For that muscular aorta pump and valve
Will lay you stark
And rend open beneath your ribs
And grant you no solace
Or escape
For all in the life of steady beats
It knows nothing of fact
And through your nights survival
Will stab at you with yearning
Brooking no compromise
It shall continue
Craving
Damnable heart I say
To leave me no place to rest
If I could but tear it out
For it taints my eyes with longing
Converting my hours for its keeping
Playing poker faced with deliverance
Trying to cheat destiny
With the price it paid to see me
Counting the cost in when’s
And when
When all the loneliness
Will end
Beware of when; then my friends
For that muscular ventricle pump and valve
Will lay you star-dream-gathering
And break open daily beneath your ribs
And yield to you no solace
But only escapism
Damnable heart I say
To leave me no place to rest
If I could but tear it out
Categories:
ventricle, loveheart, heart, me, ,
Form:
Free verse
Quantum leap, material mind,
learning curve steep, perceptive mankind,
this earth inherited to keep, in the depth eyes shined,
the karmic benefits we reap, after money too long pined,
in the shadows they did creep, by our light left blind,
hearts awaken from their sleep, each ventricle gold lined,
More awake each enlightened peep, open hearts, contemplative minds; you'll be amazed at
what you find.
Been crawling, now it’s time to walk, too long the masses talking the talk.....
Categories:
ventricle, hope, imagination, inspirational, life,
Form:
One ventricle inside your heart have you
while everybody else I know has two!
It causes you to suffer; this I know.
Yet here you are surviving. In fact, you glow!
Your heart, although not perfect physically
is twice as durable spiritually,
for love to others gracefully do you impart
so well, dear Chantelle, with your special heart
March 3, 2021
for Chantelle Anne Cooke's Heart Harp Harmony Poetry Contest
Categories:
ventricle, friend, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
I've always wanted to let the world know how I feel deep within
But I guess my emotions are way beyond my words...
See, I think I'm in love with someone
She is a friend
A ventricle in my beating heart
And a vein in my emotional body
I sometimes think of her as my alter ego
You know...
There are lots of things peculiar to just her
Like this graceful smile that she has
Which rips my heart off of my chest
Or her voice which sounds like chirping birds in the morning...
I love it when she plays these tricks on me;
She kisses me in the ear and I lose my defense
She hugs me and I feel like a rock
She text's me and I feel like the worst poet
She promise to call me and don't
Yet I feel so special for the fact that she has my number
Look,
I've been down this road before
Maybe came up straight
But it's never been like this
I can relate this with fate
She's just a million and one things to me
She's the most complex person in the simplest way
She's a world in a person
She's a math problem I can't solve
She's beautiful like the stars in the sky
She's the rhyme in my poem
She's the note of my song
She's the voice in my cord
Damn! She's so amazing...
Thanks for being the SHE I've always hoped for
Categories:
ventricle, love,
Form:
Free verse
Inferno
Entry
Soul’s window
Liquid satin
Blanketing sin
Unintentional embrace
Spoken word
Spoken soft
Spoken
Whisper
Speechless
Longing
Longing
Tears
Held
Hold me
Hold me
As if God
Condemned our tomorrows
Suddenly
Ventricle screams
Smile rediscovered
Eyes unwrapped
Even after all these years
Rush
Waves
Crash
Song of infant
Church Bells
Desired
Discovery
This belief
That maybe
Just maybe…
© Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
ventricle, devotion, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, love
Form:
Free verse
As I sip on aged Cognac
swirling in circular sadness,
contained within cup made
of broken stained glass memories,
I witness.
Witnessing Cloud 9’s silhouette
surround this glued enigma.
Lionel Ritchie was the rock for this moment’s bliss.
“Truly in love,
with
you.”
Emanating across cathedral uncertainty,
breaking its glass.
This was a celebration of priceless Silver.
A currency only earned by the Philanthropists of Love.
Creating justifiable fantasies
with attainable dreams.
It was amor, maintained.
While I sip on Cognac’s remnants,
mixed with retina’s loneliness,
dripping
downwards
with smile craving soul-pack solution,
I exhale.
In “Deep Sigh” Symphony: No. 9.
With my ventricle chambers
kissing subconscious on forehead,
in preparation for dream come true.
Because one day,
that will
be
me.
© Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
ventricle, anniversary, devotion, husband, life,
Form:
Free verse
CONFUSED CRACKED CRAZY WORLD---
Public defender,
trying to remember,
placement inside of 8ft blender,
glass cubicle- full musical,
holy pentacle- left ventricle,
want to be saved so enraged,
caught up in the storm;
left all alone lightning and thunder,
got me wondering,
where is the warm,
come in from- the storm,
classic mistake- Miss Mats box crate,
oatmeal and raisin apple pie confuse,
Got a cold ah choo,
No more bacon cured-Susan dropped her pearls,
confused cracked crazy world
who's the one to uplift me,
isn't easy being green,
now classical Tale,
please send the mail,
post is not paid enough,
is said want to enlist,
can no longer take this separate,
confused cracked crazy world
by this electronic Blitz whooping and hollering,
lived in the projects but now I got this tattered,
and torn live in Warren Comfort Inn confuse,
pain- is not my game,
up the one way- down the same way,
Twist and Shout- turn it about,
ruffle and rhyme- rhythm and shine,
sing Blues- win or lose,
I'm the one -under the gun,
Rhythm and praise,
listen for days,
confused cracked crazy world
rich and poor- neither can afford,
I'm flattered and gold,
this I've Been told,
Mansion the function mumbo-jumbo,
shand and gumption, oh oh,
I am all about what I said bout the Rapture,
is here why must we fear,
confused crack crazy world
presence is gone- I'm all alone,
whooping and hollering trying to make a dollar,
cradle to the crib this much has been done,
all that I read- this is what I said,
Peace be out living the LIE I just want to live in Christ
confused cracked crazy world
1/6/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
Categories:
ventricle, analogy, depression, endurance, rap,
Form:
Narrative
Water, in a protein sense,
salt and other substances,
make up plasma, which, in kind,
account for half of blood's design.
A mammal's blood is red and bright,
-from oxygen, when mixed inside.
Because of an iron-filled kind of protein,
Hemoglobin, it's red and glowing.
Red and white cells fill the half,
oxygen rides in small red rafts.
Compared to white, the reds are many,
born from marrow, good and plenty.
Blood supplies glucose and acids,
while carbon dioxide wastes are banished.
Coagulation is the body's repair,
as hormones message when damage is there.
It regulates the body heat,
hydro-mechanics, just like a machine.
Blood makes 7% of your weight,
red cells live 120 days.
The white cells clot the blood on site,
they help by killing parasites.
White cells come in different types,
some kill bacteria, and fungi,
allergic reactions, virus cells,
tumors, pathogens as well.
If only we could go within,
to see a white cell's origin.
We could show our gratitude,
for those that keep us strong like new.
Our health is their only mission,
their ranks are in the immune system.
The heart drives blood throughout the body,
from the ventricles, to the arteries.
-Back to the heart and through the veins,
ventricle, artery, lungs, you could say,
the blood travels far, and this would be truth,
it takes 30 seconds to complete it's route.
Oxygen brought in must be spread around,
While carbon dioxide is what's carried out.
The vein is a valve containing the waste,
which is pushed with help from muscles in legs.
Arteries branch out as smaller roads called,
Capillaries, just one cell thick is their wall.
The blood must be slowed to allow the breakdown,
of substances, nutrients, eat up the chow!
Blood is classified in 200 groups,
you inherit whichever your parents gave you.
The most common kinds are "A" "B" and "O",
Some have "A" or "B", and some people have both.
It's important to know, should you need more blood,
a bad combination will make it clot up.
Blood brings to life almost every creature,
-we could not be without, those...5...liters.
Categories:
ventricle, education, family, children, health,
Form:
Free verse
Stealing Oxygen
with seduction, i quail to touch
n' play, sensually displaying
your body, vividly distinctively,
cross examines the moisture of
my lips, stealing oxygen,
deeply under hypnotized vision,
I dare not awake, the passage
of my drug, for it is the love
that ponders our souls, so tru
n' rare, through my veins, to
never lose it...pumping through
your veins I charge...in and out
you heart by large...at times
slipping into
ventricle...dispensing oxygen
from lungs...collateral artery
slit this time, love splattered
spectacle...making me feel
impeccable...
Carma Reed
01-22-13
Categories:
ventricle, passionlove, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
Never a day, a Valentines day
It has to since the first day
When we arrive since the 19th of December!
Passing through the worst cold winter
Anticipating the best of spring, summer and fall!
My amusing unique Valentine
We are together forever!
Four seasons to splurge
Rain or shine to hear our whispers together!
How beautiful to wake up touching your hand
Warmth of our breath is a blanket
That shields us from the cold forever and ever
Oh, how sweet, we live longer!
Dreamy Valentines in Pacific Northwest
Cupid has done his job well
His arrows are “bull’s eye”
Straight in our heart’s ventricle!
Categories:
ventricle, love,
Form:
Free verse
Excited voices like smoke choke the nest-like stardom
As waves of hands in unison swim med through the summer sky
Blue and Red flags stood opposite with hostile winks
Forever green was the Emirate ready to swallow all assaults
Songs of still-born victory banged the doors of ears
The Whistle wailed with a sharp cut on the buzzing sky
The clatter of boots began in apocalyptic fashion
Didie Drogba,the nemesis of arsenal's sensational soccer romance
Struck his wand-a good symptom of Jericho’s collapse
But formidable was the wall with brick of nice goal keeping
As jeers from the Blue fans pinch the left ventricle of Red's hearts
Alex Song made lane through the barricaded defense
And Czech was left to embrace the Einstein's bomb
"Goal...." roared from all flanks
For seconds, sweet celebration held eyes hostage
And half time whistled to give breath to fainting souls
Second half breathed with characters of champions posing on both sides
Rushes for goal proved by littered off side caught
Excitement mingled suspense as pressure kicked in perfect perfection
Time diminished as imbalance score line enforce strikers and defenders to battle
Fabregas dribbled, thanks to gift of God
Theo Walcott raced and struck in Achilles style
Another “goal” flamed ecstasy in the heart of winning fans
Two zero up gunners as blues rattle humiliation
Fabregas wrapped it three and the battle loosed taste
Red rumble in joy though it's not a victory until ninety minutes
Ivanovic pulled one back though no celebration dared to follow
As Arsenal fans rot in magical delight
Final whistle wounded through the enchanted sky
By: Joseph Osita
For Debbie’s Play ball contest
Categories:
ventricle, happiness, social, celebration, sky,
Form:
Narrative
Time has my heart hostage the ventricle all bent
I will not surrender till every second of time is spent
For Black Eyed Susan's contest: Time
Categories:
ventricle, passion, time,
Form:
Couplet
Measure men not in meters,
Yet in volume of ventricle, you’ll find,
Compassion therein, one’s true capacity,
Of magnitude meaning, undefined,
How little broad shoulders do matter,
To bolster an orphan through rem,
Nor biceps do shelter maternal sadness,
As she leaves droplets under the stem,
It’s in the weight he holds onto a syllable,
For he knows the force which unfolds,
A gentle note, his frequent reprise,
Amplifies resonance in young and old,
At length he smiles, beams of luminous youth,
To displace an aging darkness found in you,
Counts not the flames all ready blue, rather the
Lines of laughter, which alight your face in lieu,
Currency he finds a fictitious banquet,
Only for whom Dyne in dwindling power,
Sufficiency bestows the imperial value,
Only to whom embrace solely this hour,
Degrees of perception not bound by paper,
He sees no end, to his quest for knowledge,
As wisdom becomes his definitive asset,
Salmon so rare, caught far beyond college,
Like Pascal, men endure all bars atmospheric,
While so few bow only in gesture to humility,
Wounds fail to callous his resilient demeanor,
In respect to his embodiment of human fragility,
All stellar souls dwarf, as death begins its call,
While novas shine brighter, learnt in its latter’s fall,
So measure not, the meters of men,
But the loving moments, left behind them.
Categories:
ventricle, age, care, culture, dad,
Form:
Rhyme
Unconsciously
I touched your heart
with my finger;
I pushed my claw into your ventricle
and unconsciously...
they pumped blood together.
...impure blood -
mixed with love
unconsciously...
Categories:
ventricle, allegory, art, imagination, introspection,
Form:
Free verse