Best Zigzags Poems
Living in a realm where
the air seems to
be still as stone,
invisible, like a
ghost of a rose,
translucent and frozen in
time of ruthless seconds.
My heart still
keeps pacing to
hear the flickering
rays of your voice,
flatlined and hushed
beyond reach,
whilst I’m here
searching for
serenity through
sanguine serenades,
woven meticulously
to my soul,
in unwavering waves from
thousand seas away.
What can I do to make you
love me like I love you,
must I steal the stars
from its rightful skies,
just so that I can
please your eyes?
Or should I hide behind these
rhymeless phrases,
where veiled vowels
and nonchalant nouns
within poetic punctuations
pierce through
this bleeding quill?
Would it seem like these
tunes have been tortured
together to descend and
tangle with tainted thorns?
Tormented traps tied
from an invincible inferno.
But aren’t we breathing
within binary
codes constantly?
surfing through the
zigzags of repetitive
numbers and
acrobatic alphabets,
vaporized amongst
empty spaces where
the universe unfolds
parallel paradigms.
Losing human connection
in the deafening silence,
while channelled tunnels
carry wires through
unassigned boards,
falling on our
intellectual swords,
fingers tap against
the cold keys,
unable to feel the
warmth behind words-
misunderstood and
misinterpreted as
mountains eclipse the sun.
So let me grieve over
the unsung sonnets;
maybe one-day I’ll meet my moon
in a sphere of immutable melodies—
forever calming these chaotic calligraphies.
Categories:
zigzags, dream, love,
Form:
Free verse
When tragedy strikes,
what happens to you?
Do you roll yourself up in
bubble wrap,
box yourself in
and pray that no one finds you?
or do you b-R-e-A-K
into a million pieces
and let others pick you up?
Reality feels like cork,
I push, will it to go and
stay T
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with it in the water,
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I am Numb.
And I try so hard to remind myself
This isn't about me,
not at all.
The regrets are still there,
the could'ves of life
You try to make sense of the tragedy
and still feel like floating up there
with the truth
Because even if the truth is dense and heavy,
it can defy gravity,
much like my tears
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Categories:
zigzags, dedication, sad,
Form:
Free verse
My favorite hummingbirds appear in early Spring
With fast fluttery wings and soft chirps, they sing
And rich emerald and ruby feathers so bright
Seeing them makes my heart skip with delight
Powerful tiny creatures seen in a flash
Flying in patterns of zigzags and a dash
Zipping and zooming around feeders like fools
Feeding as their feathers sparkle like jewels
Two frolicking males seen fighting in flight
Mating rituals on display for females in sight
Another feisty one has joined their playful dance
As a lone female picks her mate today by chance
Here for a few moments then quickly gone
The nectar will bring more, it won’t be long
A quick blink and out of the corner of my eye
I just saw a flash of vibrant green go flying by
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Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
zigzags, animal, appreciation, beauty, bird,
Form:
Rhyme
10
I sprint as I cry in pain
Coach yells, “ RUN, PASS, SCORE”
9
Blocking out all the screaming
And the chaotic noises
8
From the sidelines
I dash through five tough defenders
With everything that I have got
7
Out of breath I devour the last of energy
I can use to score the winning goal
6
Ball zigzags in between my bright orange cleats
As I fly through many obstacles that
Get in my way
5
Five seconds left in the game
Will it make it in I think as my fingers are crossed
4
All the pressure is on that ball and I
As it soars over the field where I am myself and
Flies to high for the other team players to get
3
The ball tears through the goalie's gloves.
No one can drop the confidence level I have just received
2
The ball collides against the net, and I have caught a joyous victory
That exact moment pays up for the backbreaking, painstaking work I've put in
With every goal I score, I rule the world
1
That’s why I am the Power Player of the team
I don’t give up because I’m all determination
For my love of Soccer
Categories:
zigzags, adventure, celebration, devotion, dream,
Form:
Free verse
The player zigzags
with the leather back and forth
down the wooden field.
Categories:
zigzags, basketball,
Form:
Haiku
Eyelids heavy with memories
Cover lights and shadows of a hospital in ruins.
A baby with grown-up fingers
Reads the past in Braille
Barely touching the meaning of broken cobblestone streets of her past.
Her fingertips retract like eyes of snails back into the present
Where handsome men - immoral in their animalism -
try to understand LOVE for the very first time.
Great White sharks kill tri-athletes and place them in immortality
as writers reach the end of the journey frustrated by their lack of gills ...
The torrid yellow burden rolls down incinerated crystals between her breasts
She senses people as zigzags with burglarized drawers
rhythmically roaming up and down the Riviera...
The ocean breeze murmurs: “ Michelle, my belle...”, “ I love, I love you, I looove you...”
Invading her nostrils with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee
and the smell of barbeque that, once she could digest.
The sun drops gold coins into the turquoise as they ricochet into her degenerating eyes.
I see myself in her from the above as unscrupulous tides rip open our sandy abdomen
Violently sucking my body's sand sculpture back to the undertow.
It's almost dusk and seagulls fly through me to a secret shelter I wish I had...
I'm scared to fall asleep as I might wake up without wings
while numbness's taking over my bleeding shoulder blades...
"The body of a peddler with broken clocks on sale
was found tonight
on the landing pad of a hospital in ruins"
for Deb's contest "Real, UNreal or SURreal "
Categories:
zigzags, imagination, lifelove,
Form:
Free verse
He dives into a liquor bottle, and
Zigzags like a snake on the sand.
A wife waits for her hero,
But who comes as a zero.
Obscenities ooze from his ‘stupor gland’.
(My limerick which was selected and published in Selected Poems Anthology 2013 by Pendle War Poetry, U K)
Categories:
zigzags, life,
Form:
Limerick
"Le vent se leve, il faut tenter de vivre."
"The wind is rising! We must try to live."
-Paul Valery
Feel the gust that flows unnoticed!
Hear the subdued growths of air
That grow like a nearing beast
Ferocious, with a wild glare
For the wind is rising.
The glorious power of nature
That can awe yet make fear -
A spectacle of eternal dreams
With pace, approaching near
The wind is rising.
Lo! It comes with a sudden flow
That takes with it whatever resists,
Through the oak, over the hills
Beyond the boundary of all limits;
The wind rises.
Behold its might! Over dark meadows
It flows, causing the grass to dance
Now here, now there, uncontrollable
It vanishes in the moment of a glance;
The wind has risen.
None can match its glorious pride
Even the mighty trees bow before it;
The wondrous monster sweeps past all
Its toughened arms pick dust and grit;
The wind is flowing.
It rushes past the valleys deep
Triggers rocks down mountain slopes
Its speed and power, none can stop -
A free horse, it breaks all ropes;
The wind is rushing.
Invincible, it marches on
Like an emperor feared by all,
A dictator, with power not measured
Rise of a legend, never to fall;
The wind turns violent.
The silence breaks, the barriers too
The wind zigzags amidst mountain peaks,
It bellows in the forests dark
The young, fatigued willows creak.
The wind is at its pinnacle.
Then the drizzle comes, then the thunderstorm
And oh! The fierce, mighty beast
Declines as raindrops fall
Dies down forming mist;
The wind fades away...
Yet its marks are vivid on the landscape
A spectacle of its enormous strength
It will revive, as a vicious beast
It would return again at length.
Free yet fierce, elegant yet wild
The angel who visits the human world
And all is lighted by his trail
And the might of nature is unfurled.
The wind had risen
It will rise,
As a voracious beast
To have all that suffice.
Categories:
zigzags, appreciation, environment, wind,
Form:
Ode
The zoo zebra had zero zest for his zombie like zoo life
But, was very zealous to zone out and count his zany stripes
Appearing to be very Zen to visitors passing by
At his zenith, he would zoom free upon the plains
Now he just zigzags around his tiny pen
Looking for zucchini snacks the zookeeper left for him
Categories:
zigzags, loss, solitude,
Form:
Alliteration
Morning drizzle
Drops of rainbow;
Colours dazzle
~~~~~~~~~
Weather contrast
Hot and dehydrating;
Sticky humidity
~~~~~~~~~
Lonely songbird
Dawn epiphany;
Lost lover's lament
~~~~~~~~~
New journal entry
Ring-bound folio;
Ink stain memory
~~~~~~~~~
Sleepy distractions
Lazy Saturday weather;
Bakery fragrance
~~~~~~~~~
Towering monolith
War memorial site;
Our glorious dead
~~~~~~~~~
Relics of war here
Public cenotaph;
Never ever forget
~~~~~~~~~
City lights twinkle
Festive air prevails;
May Day holiday
~~~~~~~~~
Valedictory speech
Gratitude meets promise;
Ambitious plans
~~~~~~~~~
Squirrel zigzags
Sideways on huge trunk;
Midday amusements
~~~~~~~~~
Old friend visits
Home spun stories;
Catch-up laughter
~~~~~~~~~
Pretty lovely child
Charming glowing smile;
Curious ways attest
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
10 May 2016
Singapore
Categories:
zigzags, change, , memorial,
Form:
Haiku
Birdsong serenade
Sun beams streaming;
Abrupt illumination
~~~~~~~~~
Food mall gallery
Tempting flavours;
Sensational buzz
~~~~~~~~~
Busy feet scatter
Muddy puddles;
Rain water gushing
~~~~~~~~~
Humid weather burns
Dehydrated faces;
Scotching heatwave
~~~~~~~~~
Severe flu bout
Head dizzy drowsy;
Coughing frustration
~~~~~~~~~
By this bench
Watch busy people;
Pursuing taut agendas
~~~~~~~~~
City fringe footpath
Workday buzz zigzags;
Toils and pursuits
~~~~~~~~~
Old couple walking
Stop to review signposts;
Figuring the way home
~~~~~~~~~
Old man sits here
Watching each day;
No one for company
~~~~~~~~~
Curious brown squirrel
Searching up and down;
Ancient tree trunk
~~~~~~~~~
Movie glimpses
Home entertainment;
Siesta comes quick
~~~~~~~~~
Walking meditation
Silent mantra chant;
Focus frames feelings
~~~~~~~~~
Bumper to bumper
City traffic moves;
Slower than snails
~~~~~~~~~
Drama flings
Melodrama curves;
Afternoon matinee
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
04 May 2016
Singapore
Categories:
zigzags, change,
Form:
Haiku
It Ain't Easy Being Stupid
The sweet reggae music
And the oldies Goldie’s Outbids the
Noise in the night
Tall dark and handsome,
I saw him standing there,
A well shave face viper
His artistic designs
From ear to cheek
Zigzags lines that
Shape his round face
The shine on his face clashes
With the street light
To have such a deep admiration
From a sex stave woman
I was in love the six packer
the bearded caribbean viper
Under the street light; they he stand tall
I sigh! and took another sip of beer
as memory recalls I about to have an affair?
I whisper softly " Lord “Please don't failed me now
That was the night
When I surrender my heart, my secrets
for moment of bliss that fulfills only
a temporary curiosity of most women
My self-confidence forfeit
The enemy captured my heart
Self-confidence is to do
What you are afraid to do.
I have done it all
I surrender everything to a tall six packers
the beard caribbean viper
A moment of sanity
From another human being to another
It Ain't Easy Being Stupid
Categories:
zigzags, passion, night, night,
Form:
Narrative
A mind so small
But it holds it all
Could be a ball
Don’t you dare
Ease the
Fall
Gaze down the
Hall
Inform the
Judge that
Knuckles are hitting the concrete
Loud
More than two or four
No one knows the number for sure
Open the door
Palliative measures must be taken for
Quantitative pain, that is coming down just like
Rain, rain, rain
Sizzles as the same sound of a
Train
Unadulterated
Vociferous
Whistle
Xeroxes pages white and
Yellow. The
Zigzags of life’s travels
Categories:
zigzags, pain, rain,
Form:
ABC
The Mutaitho hill zigzags its way to the borderlines of the sky
And to the opposite poses the historic Muilu hill once a shrine;
Now there between slithers the Kimongo River where huge rocks lie;
It’s on the banks of this river where the bachelor beekeeper lives.
His bald head is not worthy a ballad
Nor are his words so many to deserve a hoot,
It is his bee keeping zeal that stirs your blood;
An enterprise he’s run for years thirty and three.
And don’t think of the sophisticated box hives
Where you ferry the insects and lock them in,
He fells a log and hollows it all with his knives,
Till a home for bees he fashions there.
Not the low-lying things folks call hives,
Well-smoothed wooden objects lodged up the twigs
Of the most slippery trees with leaves like chives
Where no cunning badger would ever dare venture.
And he does his seasonal harvesting in the dead of the night,
While softer men curl to listen to the snores of their wives;
A night traveler will see his hairless head reflect the moonlight
And think they’ve spotted the nightly escapades of a ghost.
Now why he remains a bachelor at sixty and three
Is a secret only known to his beekeeping mind,
Perhaps nothing charms him more than a flourishing hive,
Perchance no girl would enchant more than the honeyed bee.
Categories:
zigzags, crazy,
Form:
Verse
lightning flash zigzags
thunder rolls reverberate
cloudburst drums rooftops
Categories:
zigzags, nature,
Form:
Haiku