Best Vertigo Poems
I'm falling, falling
falling so far
so fast
so reckless
so deep
Yes I'm falling, falling
God help me I'm falling
Why am I falling
so crazy
so madly
so helplessly
in love with you
Date Posted: 2/28/2013
Topic: A (Love and Romance)
Submitted For: The 'Choose a Topic' Contest
Sponsored by: Russel Sivey
Categories:
vertigo, lost, love,
Form:
Free verse
Confucius was confusing
speaking of tones in long
ago bones found in a stone
carving of sorts. A King
with legs too short playing
hot!kee indeed.
Hold my sky.the Scribe isn't falling....
It's Just, as described the Kitten
purrs calling eYes that are gleaming
in the Knight the light is beaming.
Speaking OSsilly.ations
about a pyramid and a
notion of motion reaching
for truth. Sitting on a
throne not really knowing
what to look for?
Hammers, Anvils that Stirrup Two....
They say CinderFella wears a glass shoe.
Care.the mirror doesn't smear the glue.
I can read a.head.board.too.
Lefty found a Foot.Note
Balancing act.on a Book
and took it. Seriously.
Strange thing art.ee.facts
They sing when ping.ing
Especially so when reading
The sWing. Reaper said
ree.pare. and we are dear.
reeding....
C.me near the Mall.Sue?
Hear us call.in your bones?
HOT is a spot on The One
and a flare in the air is a tOne.
reeds the same.spinning alone
aligns with a Lion a dog and
bone....
..."O0oWas this your toy?"
It's The Twi.light.O.z.O.ne
:)~ Now we're plaYing....
Know Vertigo Hear.
Categories:
vertigo, adventure, friendship, mystery, nature
Form:
Experiencing extreme vertigo since waking today
A strange phenomenon, is my brain in decay?
Still alert am I
Two plus two is five
Oops, perhaps I should see a doc without delay
Categories:
vertigo, stars,
Form:
Limerick
It stops
As soon as I get up
It starts again
As I lie down,
The nerves falling out
Eyes crying
Heart sinking,
Mind losing sync
World spinning.
I do not understand,
I do not know,
The room around making a go,
And suddenly then,
My imaginations,
Taking control.
There’s something high,
In my blood,
There’s something low,
On the floor below,
A natural disaster,
Is an explanation?
But, where did,
My powers to rhyme go.
One step at a time,
I tell myself,
Don’t fall of the bed,
Just yet,
‘Love the feeling that you’re in’
Do I?
Subconsciousness, weariness,
Dormant, concealed,
Do I love this?
Quite yes.
The feeling so sublime,
Of my equilibrium,
Vanishing completely,
‘I’m okay’ I tell myself,
‘I will be okay’ corrected.
In this perpetual night,
With dogs singing in unison,
My head trembling like an earthquake,
And I,
In a peaceful state,
Human body,
Starts to make sense.
Categories:
vertigo, absence, deep, depression, health,
Form:
Blank verse
I was sober when I was feeble.
I had flaws and knew it too.
A taste of higher ranks was enchanting to me.
The glamour, the pride was just so cool
In reality, I looked grounded
When a whiff of success touched me low.
I tried to be the same old guy,
Who never had seen affluence before!
It started as a senseless influence.
Behold! It had corrupted my soul.
Before I knew the way to crawl
I ran towards fire as if it was cold.
I rest on the thorny bed of rocks,
And I sleep not till the pill goes in.
If I had something which could make me rest,
I would give this chaotic world to him!
Exhumed in pride and unhampered by travesty,
I travel alongside the faceless men.
The debt of success is not repayable.
A slow decay into indistinguishable remnants.
The vertigo of my rise is uncharacteristic.
It feels as If I am buried into layers of grime.
A lesson to remember you all must wonder,
I will unabashedly smirk when it is your time!
Categories:
vertigo, confusion, introspection, people, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Somedays, I wake up and my mind is a buzz with the low hum of drunk bees. Other days it's the homicidal scree of the Purge siren meets the absurdity of Happy Gilmore. Those days, the mood stabilizers taste like tic tacs dipped in acid and it spills out of my gaping mouth into my previously placid pen, turning it to poison. My notebook becomes a study in disease, pock marked and creased with roller coaster highs and lows and the frizzing mania inbetween unfolds like an old moth eaten static charged blanket covering the gouged pages with foul temper, brutal honesty, utter despair, and doomed flights of fancy.
It's a curse, like a lesbian lost to menstruation...shes paying rent in a house she doesn't live in, the lonely walls sing or scream it all depends on the dopamine. Sometimes, I want to draw these breath stealing fiends, but their shape eludes me, they slide over my fingers like the rainbow slick of an oil spill, tangible but unable to be captured, just enough residue sticks to my fingers, daring me to try and paint the face of it on the sidewalk.
Somedays, theres jet fuel in my veins and my hands are brushes and my skin in an untreated canvas; the cool pigment dries and hardens inti crackling waves of war paint. My yawp shakes the trees and the birds and the needs, yes THE bees startle skyward into patterns flung by the breeze, stippling the sky in polka dotted relief. These days burn like untreated leprosy. Because, as bits fall away, I know the meat underneath is really me. I come crashing down to earth face first, eating my teeth so that the gaps in my smile are the map of a picasso and so my veins spew blue and my face twists upon itself like it was trapped in one hell of a vacuum, but you can still taste the salt of my tears and hear the howling of the out of tune guitar weeping in my uneducated fingers.
The area between the twp poles is the buzzing radio wormhole radiating lazy circles impaled by tight frantic circles, intersected by crazy 8s and venn diagramed with healthy doses of rage, creating a vomit inducing masterpiece of optical illusion bubbles swelling and flowing in wiggling vertigo. Illness is art. Art transforms illness. It's not always beautiful. Sometimes beauty is in the intersection of fascination and revulsion.
Categories:
vertigo, angst, anxiety, art,
Form:
Free verse
The fiber of me
drawn into their sweep
up
away
and back again
my breath and bone
fused into wing
vertigo
when the doves
are circling.
Categories:
vertigo, bird,
Form:
Free verse
Every moment I
spent by your side was a sweet
vortex; a purifier
immersion, a teal
blue and emerald rapture.
A beautiful vertigo.
Categories:
vertigo, love, lust, memory, passion,
Form:
Choka
Trying to make heads out of tails; whatever that means ?
Carved from my dear mother's womb; a summer storm's child..
July thirteenth nineteen fifty-nine; nay a wimper his fuzzy little flock
Olive complextion reared upon goats milk; deceased at one only to be resurrected
While his parents both yet children themselves, wept thus screamed; 'Baby, breathe
Stay with me running through fields of daisies ? Drowning amid emerald waters slash
Nexus' silver blade hanging out stepping back took a journey at age ten ? Frozen
Fragments altared states round about and, back again; silhouetted glass strains
Past their portal sill an image; grasping steel bars across the way, her own asylum...
Shal these visions remain refrain everything means, something ? Whirlwinds in white
Apparitions cloaked of red, numbered doors spiral forest pale his horse; body bags
Tithed, her eulogies offerings; this cup always from a crowned white rocking chair ? Making
Heads from tales bartered dreams time baby, breathe; tether ties umbilical seeds; wax windows.
Categories:
vertigo, angel, art, autumn,
Form:
Experiencing extreme vertigo since waking today
A strange phenomenon, is my brain in decay?
Still alert am I
Two plus two is five
Oops, perhaps I should see a doctor without delay
Categories:
vertigo, fun,
Form:
Limerick
God, what is infinite mercy?
God, what is Love?
God, forgiveness for what?
Fear not for God is with thee…
God, if you are with me I can’t see you.
I feel safe when I can see who is with me.
God I am so alone and afraid. How can I fear not?
God, I am falling blind in a dark abyss with vertigo.
Falling is terror enough but why this disorienting tumble
in muscled salty waves of oceanic cosmos?
Strong arms tangle, strangle, caress, toss up, down, upside down…
will I drown or is this the labor to life?
Are the contractions pushing to an opening prayer?
Dammit God dammit, are you there?
Categories:
vertigo, conflict, confusion, dark,
Form:
Free verse
I grasp the safety rail
and admire the view.
Beneath ancient cliffs
of grey and gold,
a sea of trees swell
into the blue white mist.
The cold wind presses me
with love of the depths;
I feel like a bird
in the light open air,
above clean space,
It would not hurt if I fell...
Categories:
vertigo, death, fear, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
I hear you beg, I hear you sing
"I'll stop the world and melt with you."
It sounds to me more of whining
"Please stay, I can't live without you."
Yeah I heard you, I heard you scream
Uttered good things and bad things too
And your love was just like a dream
And a beautiful nightmare too
We start and stop and start again
And a few times we called it quits
Keep on counting from one to ten
And you say love is what love spits
Vicious cycle of love and hate
I refuse to be part of it
But you insist that it's our fate
Your sweet words really taste like ****
Categories:
vertigo, anger, angst, hate,
Form:
Quatrain
Horizons swirl
behind stark force
once perfumed by
mortal remorse
until all choice
gets tossed aside
to float and gloat
while fools decide
to taint our flesh
with mutant trash
crafted to scar
and quell the clash
of synapses
once sparking free
with might to fight
their doom decree.
Categories:
vertigo, health, science
Form:
Rhyme
Vertigo Vultures
Standing on a lone wire, a row
of cloned troopers
watching
waiting
waiting for the natural occurrence
the Dance of Decay
rotting away horror show
instead of popcorn
grizzly intestines leads a
trail of Vertigo Vultures
to swoop down upon sailing
black wings
a pack of grim messengers
bearing a grim message
a symphony that ends
all other notes
fleeting and fluttering
down
down
down
down
feasting, gorging upon the
inner soul, innards
squinting eyes, suspicious of
one another.
Picking apart the meat until
instead of pink and red, there
is a white bone, bleached
in the bright sunlight
A black cloud shatters and
dissipates, a black eye exploding
going this way and that
as separate entities. A assembly
replaced by a mechanical
monstrosity invading the road
disrupting all thing on a
dust covered road
Vertigo Vultures
sitting in a row watching
waiting
waiting for their land to
return to normal
Categories:
vertigo, nature
Form:
Free verse