Best Zoetic Poems
Again I slide my blade through my pale skin
Blood flows freely from my wrist
Cuts are scattered across my body
Despair darkens my soul
Empty eyes stare back at me from the mirror
Fear of what I am becoming wracking my body
Gripping my arms to stop an endless flow of crimson
Hearing sobs in the distance
I then realize they are coming from me
Just as soon as I realize this my knees buckle
Knowing that I am broken beyond repair
Love will never visit one as broken as me
My hands leave my wrists
Now I just let the blood flow
Once upon a time I had hope
Perhaps if I live I will again
Quietly Death is coming upon me
Rushing to comfort my broken soul
Soothing the pain from my heart and body
Taking me in his warm embrace
Unlike the living Death gives a safety I have never felt
Very slowly a smile spreads across my face
With arms open wide Death excepts my broken soul
"Xenagogue lead me home"
"Yes child suffer no more,
Zoetic you are not"
Categories:
zoetic, death, depression,
Form:
Abecedarian
A kiss a day keeps the blues away
But a hug is even better
Cannot get enough of you
Don’t think things can get much better
Every time I think of you
Fluttering goes my heart
Giving me a feeling true
Holding hope we will never part.
In your arms I long to be
Just because we are apart
Keep me with in your dreams to see
Love that flows from heart to heart
My heart is yours it seems
No one can take it away
Oh my love I’ve sent letters in reams
Please never from us sway
Quote back to me my love for you
Read my letters of love
Stay with me our love renew
Take my hand as close as in glove
Under the stars we plight our troth
Venus is our guiding light
When the light does attach the moth
Xanthocomic covers the pillow tonight
Yin to my yang, you are my love, and our love will ever grow
Zoetic high we will be, and this the whole world show
Contest Entry
© ~GG~ 23/05/2013
Xanthocominc…. Yellow Hair
Zoetic……………Living/ Vital
Categories:
zoetic, love,
Form:
ABC
A bacchanal cachexic by right
Gnathonic felicificative zoetic
Juxtaposition to inculpate yaff
Hysteresis ellipsis languescent.
Wyrd querimonious tenebrose
To rusticate palladian malison?
Dealbation kleptomania usitative
Sanguineous abattoir in nihilism.
Obsecrate vesuciate xerophytic
So that existence may evolve!
Categories:
zoetic, education
Form:
Free verse
The cimmeran pole
that clasps a hoop stands crooked.
MY tall spine curves, bends
from the pressure of animus.
Or assault. The dirty net,
tat by machines that
may spin the workers'
story-another country-
the carvings of a life
deeper than a grave.
A hare, the color of sand
with white sea glass - my
confidante-bites a stygian
hued root, straight as a tenet;
yet a bitter taste
like bile, maybe... drought
dry. There IS dust we
might inhale, in a room
un-swept. We might choke;
should then cough up. Perhaps spit
out ideas of greed;
stand upon cracked
skin-tints of community-
clench our fists, to crush.
A clot bars the zoetic
flow of life; we want them to burst...
like Summer flowers,
sunlight on diamonds
that surface from within a mine;
like POP culture?
Categories:
zoetic, allusion, basketball, beautiful, character,
Form:
Haiku
FANCY-FREE INNOCENCE
fancy-free with poetic slippers,
zoetic zephyr on tippy-toes.
a ballerina schemes in untouched colors.
words pop, revive,
undaunted,
untainted.
streamers of ink with charismatic truths,
crown of free spirit, unfeignedly pulsating.
a poet whose heart glows in the dark -
an enigmatic spark, she’s a blue flame.
she’s like the teasing wind that rustles the wheat.
the virgin flame dances through black and white.
her full skirt flaunts a dynamic rainbow halo -
this enchanting paradigm, gypsy of paradise.
her hem never touches the ground,
hypnagogic hues transcend the soul.
Does the poet surrender her fancy-free innocence
to authority’s chains that long to claim her prize?
the autumn leaves, blow beautiful, o’er ground
she floats on zero gravity never landing.
5/22/2017
For Fancy Free Contest
Categories:
zoetic, courage, freedom, innocence, poetess,
Form:
Free verse
Written: September 04, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
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Death approaches, yes—
But we do not recoil.
We stand, not wan, but strong,
a flexible group of iconoclasts
who shine in the shadows
of eternity’s silent hush.
Let the deceitful chatter,
let the careless souls soothe their dread
with hackneyed prayers and ugly regrets.
We extemporize our eulogies
with miraculous zeal,
our throes a zeugma of pain and pride.
We are the svelte sojourners,
rakish in our riparian grace,
vivacious in the face of the pyre.
Our desire is not for effortless solutions,
but for the beauty of truth—
even when it highlights our flaws.
When God questions us,
We will not gaze into katabatic abyssal
nor lazily plead for reprieve.
We will speak in many tongues,
if need be—
a blend of every soul we have ever been.
Our claim to fame is not conquest,
But the seraphic refusal to flinch.
We are the summary of our scars,
the quintessence of our quiddity,
the panoply of every Petrichor
that ever made us weep and rise.
So let the maelstrom come.
We are agog with grace.
We are the squalor and the sapidity.
We are the pulsing, zoetic nexus
between the pyrrhic and the divine.
Categories:
zoetic, analogy, god,
Form:
Free verse
Against attentiveness,all arrived at alarming an agreement,
But best before,big brothers begun bathing behind bordered basement,
Could cane caution correctly,creating common checks?
Don't disturb determiners destroying developed dretch,
Even enemies embedded eminence encloses earth,
For five fowls flying frankly felt first,
Greatness granted ghosts gurging goals,
Holy,holy,...harlots hidden homes,
Intimidation is icing in itchiness,
Just jelt Jailers jaunting jowls,
Kindly keep kings keenly,
Letting little liars like long life,
Men modeled me mainly,
Naming new nations noteably,
Only options open old oracles,
Proving professionalism pertained,
Queens queued quickly quackles,
Rectifying rules rendered raptly,
So shall souls see salvation secured,
Than thinking tomorrow tells the truth,
Unknown ultraroyalists understand universal uglesome,
Virtually vitalizing viewers vexed,
When we win wonderfully without wickedness,
X-country xianity xenagogue,
Yes,y'all yielders yeans,
Zealously zeroizing zoetic zones...zones!
Categories:
zoetic, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Her hair, blonde, is twisted in the wind.
The whipping strands are the colors
of the shinning cropland
by which she is standing. She is alone
by this golden feed that is bounteous; wholesome as breast milk, as youth.
Her young face is turned away,
though her face is radiant like the Sun,
her tresses the flames..
(Perhaps her locks are more like the hue
of the gold sought by the pioneers of the 1800's Gold Rush. Then again, no..)
Her face has freckles that are sorrel-dusky
sun-spots as the star roasts the "spires"
of the semolina(wheat).
The schoolgirl is poised,
the saffron spelt(wheat) is erect
under the royalty of the thermic Summer
empyrean(sky)-wherein a solitary cloud
is a blossom, full of grace,
yet a cloud is never delicate like the flower-
and the girl's tale is morbid..
as is the cancer caused by the sunshine.
The future Harvest is burned as the Sun
kills the land..the young lady
reaps an unquenchable lust 'til the cessation
of zoetic puissance.
Yet the flowerly nebula
becomes a cloudburst..
the sunlight shimmers;
her cilium(hair)
metamorphoses into gilt lavaliere(jewelry)-
a gleaming tiara.
And the ignited pedicle(stalks)
bend as the rain-drops sparkle. And yet
a maiden crown of light-
her fair-haired halo-travails a genesis,
within which the roots of the Earth
glaciate,
within which her strameneous mane
becomes like straw, easily snapped;
and is now shivery split ends.
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Categories:
zoetic, allusion, angel, anger, beautiful,
Form:
Prose Poetry
*Image of Flying Cranes by Pixabay.
Zoetic Long-Legged Birds
A crane flew down and stood still on its stilts,
their necks straighten in flights,
a heron too would stand in silts,
of lakes or bights.
Heron's neck forms an "S" shape when they fly,
functions like some egrets,
beak's long versus shorten ally,
character sets.
The contrasts between herons and egrets,
are plumage and their hues,
cranes only eat plants--they're dead set,
holds distinct views.
2023 January 16
*3rd Place*
Writing Challenge - Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing
~~Constance La France: Judged 2023 January 17
*RZ & HMS.
Categories:
zoetic, bird, character, image,
Form:
Rhyme
Red Reign
Red is alive,
Saturating and bursting.
Zoetic with passion and pain.
Rich with fruit forbidden,
Coursing bright and crimson. Filling velvety petals of flesh
Loving and dying
at the mercy,
Of the many shades
red
May 2017
Categories:
zoetic, red,
Form:
Free verse
Aznas’ wings protect throughout the night
Beautiful as the lustrous morning light
Cascade down from heaven, glowing
Divine while engulfed in knowing
Endless truth and unconditional love
Frightened while visited from above
Godly essence of the soul
Holy visions begin to take its toll
Innocent thoughts now take the lead
Joy starts as it’s planted a seed
Kindred, surround as clear as day
Loneliness a rumour, never to play
Mother God to you and I
Night as bright as the day light sky
Opera, the sound of the song
Nightingales sing, never a note wrong
Protection in life for our sacred blueprint
Questions asked, answered in a subtle hint
Realm of records, held in a grand hall
Secrets that are given out freely to all
Touched by an aura, making me think twice
Unforgiving actions, knowing I must pay the price
Victorious today, as she is each and every time
White army surrounds me, the harmonic chime
Xanadu, such a rich and glorious place to see
Yuman families blessed also, but never meant to be
Zoetic as she creates life and peace to you and me.
(not for contest, just a first attempt at ABC....Not in the traditional format)
Categories:
zoetic, faith, inspirational, life, lovelife,
Form:
ABC
Artistic Brushes Create Desire, Exotic, Flourishing Glory, Horizons Intertwined, Jazzy, kind, Lovely Masterpiece, Nourishing Our Presence, Quilted, Renewed, Satisfied, Totally Unified, Victorious Wellsprings, Xanadu, Youthful Zoetic.
By: sabina Nicole
written 10/30/11
contest: abc
Categories:
zoetic, art,
Form:
ABC
I stood in awe as she alighted like a bird upon some branch,
Belisha beacon to the abyss bound clochard.
Bonfire for uncanny scion adrift,
ignited by her
incandescent eyes.
Chanteuse of Arcadia on song and sound.
Halo at the crossroads, spreading out her wings to scupper animus
and bile.
Mystic lodger earthen yet ethereal,
hoisting every limb aloft from Bern to Betelgeuse.
Limelight vernal
queen blessed by open columns, healer on the arc where tangents dwell.
Silver tiptop finger nails a castanet with magic samba grooves.
In ritual or routine this lifeline Flora,
bright zoetic statue,
magnetising symbol for the bod without a bean.
Silken hands that rock the infant cradle,
quelling fractious babies, saboteurs of sandman’s mythic dust.
Moonlight moths that
flit across the glossy pages sculpted in her cheeks.
Backstreet lantern white knight,
echo in a mirror of chatoyant eyes.
Cast iron shadow coat tail,
destiny’s de lux edition bound but never gagged.
Damsel on assignment,
ever present vigil, soothing troubled psyches as they wallow in the waters of Lethe.
Nightingale who weaves an ample flourish,
band aid profile minder of a
cobblestone waif,
otherworldly migrant,
window on polluted quarters
harbouring those abject fallen figures,
bane of ghostly ushers when they prowl.
Heroine’s ascension ,
angel flying over heaven’s ladder,
waiting for that moment when her heart has found a home.
Categories:
zoetic, angel, art, beautiful, deep,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Wound those buried
with the toothed crack
of sky. A thread
of buttercup cream
tinted silver
rips the alpine
cottony edges.
A biscupid fuse
pushes the cerise
stream through the veins,
its navigation
nourished by
sweet citrus heavens;
wash of Summers,
green leaves, gardens. Lust
flush like a silk shawl
embroidered
with a pearly flame.
The storm lambastes
sunlight colored
windows that cast
an embrace into
our wintered dusk,
beryl tones of which
absorb the shaded
portrait of loss.
Zoetic flags drowned.
Categories:
zoetic, care, color, grief, heartbreak,
Form:
Sonnet
Lazy Morning
L~Love to lie on pillows, lush and ever so
lusty.
A~An ambrosial dish, right next to me,
Z~Zoetic,yes! And feeling full of life and
and magically,oh so, poetic.
Y~Yummy, yes. A warm brioche and hot
French coffee with a dash of sprinkles..
ever so chocolatey, smiling up at me.
Panagiota Romios
4/4/2019
Categories:
zoetic, morning, poets,
Form:
Acrostic