Circulate Poems | Examples

Naive Faith

Claustrophobic, saturated white walls constrict,
sucking the oxygen from every molecule of deprived blood.
Hypoxic cells circulate through an increasingly unstable body,
whilst rivulets of sweat flow from clammy palms.

Insomniac reality blurs with insidious shadows,
dancing upon the ceiling.
Naive faith keeps insanity just at bay,
but with each sunrise, hope is chipped away.

How much longer can a soul survive without respite
before it splits open—
spilling into the realms of delicious delusion?

Counting spots of dust in sunlight streams
now becomes the norm.
Two hundred yesterday—
is that two hundred and four today?

Slowly losing grip,
twisted nursery rhymes play out in a fracturing mind:

One, two, no one is going to save you.
Three, four, get ready for the relentless gore.
Five, six, they will play with your bones like sticks.
Seven, eight, for this occasion you better not be late.
Nine, ten, you are now in their sadistic den.

Praying for sleep, it never comes,
as reality dissolves
and this phantasmagorical nightmare commences.

Perfect Partnership

Say divers,  he likes to pose
and for photo's, not really shy
but home he's staying close
a give, take, type of guy.

He cant swim so very well
a marine body guard,  some tell
butterfly fish, he knows & chases
with his orangey,  stripy , faces.

His host depends on him
to circulate oxygen
they return the favor back
not sting , of fish, attack.

Some species cant live without
biologist write no doubt
his Sea Anemone , protective wall

Nemo film, 
l love it all.


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mine engram'z pretty poison

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                           just az mine 
                           remember'd

                            hern toxic
                          linger'n 'bout
                               mine
                       alwayz when sum
                         purtiez wanton
                               az in
                         4mine pleaze
                            circulate 
                                my

Death Comes Home

 Leaden clouds sweep swiftly in from the north,  
Blanketing the sapphire skies in melancholy.  
Deafening, rolling thunder cracks  
As a mysterious chill sends a shudder up my spine.  

A faint knock rasps at my front door;  
Whispers circulate, ringing through my walls,  
Echoing my name ever so sinisterly.  

For twenty and twenty years, I have been happily discontent,  
Freezing my sins in lovely seclusion.  
Now, a dank darkness drapes this dilapidated sanctuary.  

Peering out the curtains, I see death's arrival—  
Ruby red roses in my formerly lush garden  
Crumbling to ash, fading into the earth.  

Elongated fingers peek through the dubious haze.  
A cackling booms.  

To my right stands an ornate Victorian mirror.  
Turning my head, I can see the flames of Hell rage.  
What was once just a plane of glass  
Has now become a beckoning portal.  

Without hesitation, I rip it off the wall,  
Smashing the omen, trying to escape an unfathomable fate.  
Within seconds, it's fully reconstructed,  
Signaling there is no reprieve.

Energy Creates

As energy accumulates,

It also creates,

Operates,

In different states.

Obtaining traits,

Learning to propagate,

Designing a substrate,

Continuing to circulate.

It starts to vibrate,

Concentrate,

Learning to duplicate,

A code to translate.

A way to activate,

And begin to animate,

As the air mutates,

Into shapes that fascinate.

Molecules starts to migrate,

As they rotate and calibrate,

Delegate and designate,

Into something great.

One able to captivate,

Encapsulate,

A being to dictate,

How its energy will create.

Covid

Covid

commiserate, conjugate
circumambulate around the 
circumference of the
continent
covertly circulate
in the crevices of 
confederates
cramped, crawling,
crooning in the
cavern of 
Copulates
we concurred
that the crisis
was going to confabulate
Covid closure
clamped and comorbid
into crass and crumpled
consternates
constipate crush
collapse and confiscate
curious conjugates
carelessly canned
into cisterns of
congenial but classless
contaminate.

i cannot continue
to calculate
the cost of our
confusion.

The Dummy

The Dummy

Lying in a corner 
With a smirk on his face
Eyes wide, not yet moving
Maché thoughts circulate.

Reality assured,
He was ready to go,
Dependency resting
On a hand from below.

His own paralysed hands
In his parodied suit
Did not have the means 
To greet or salute.

From whence the desire,
The will and intention?
How to be free from
Ventriloquist intervention?

The God of the dummy
Is beyond belief,
His place in the corner
A God-given peace

Autumn Rain

Autumn rain fall on leaves like granite stones
Sending September morning on the run
Boisterous thunder rolling in the skies
As September bid the whole word goodbye

Autumn walks in with suitcases and bags
And lean against the wall with a heavy weight
Getting ready to make a new start as fall sets in.
 
Autumn rains like bullets from the roof
Filling empty vessels with love and blessing
From above, fresh air from the horizon fills
The atmosphere and cool down 
 the temperature far and near
And an amazing bliss suddenly rise up from
the ground and circulate the galaxy
to heal the broken hearts 
and making the universe happy.
 
 The full moon has come and gone
Leaving rays of hope all over the lawn
And autumn rain keeps pouring in
Until the break of dawn.
 
Autumn in the trees is smiling at me
And the animals are having a grand Jubilee
You should see the old lark on the vine
Screeching and quirking in the autumn breeze.
Oh how it sets my spirit at ease.

Hell Prickles on Me

She loved me, she whispered in my ear
My ear was thrilled for ecstasy 
Ecstasy with unconditional love.
 
Love became illusions and lies 
Lies founded on hatred 
Hatred tumbled my heaven

Heaven of virtual love
Love towards a Godot
Godot, a cybernetic Land

Land distant from me
Me deprived of her waters
Waters privation starts thirst

Thirst of man disdains 
Disdains because even grass and trees dry
Dry trees circulate no sap and bear no leaves

Leaves hotness flips them down
Down to perish in an environment
Environment burning high

High is the thirst of man
Man suffering heat and thirst
Thirst, nowhere to quench

Quench it to redeem my manhood
My manhood requests particular water
Water makes man’s life 
Life in inferno to become dehydrated
Dehydrated are men in such a hell. 

Poem by Ndabuli Mugisho

Coagulation Starter

Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
I really did not think this would eventuate.
But now there’s hope I will not exsanguinate,
because I feel my blood now hemagglutinate.

Remain in my blood vessels and just circulate
perfusing all my organs and accelerate
my wellbeing so I’ll not deteriorate
Instead, my condition will reinvigorate.

So, I will live another day to celebrate
the fact, that I should see another birthday date.
Not be a statistic for mortality rate
by bleeding to death, failing to resuscitate.

Please, let this be a lesson not to overstate
the survival secret one must not lacerate
an organ that could bleed out and necessitate
the need then for your blood to just coagulate

Coagulation Starter

Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
I really did not think this would eventuate.
But now there’s hope I will not exsanguinate,
because I feel my blood now hemagglutinate.

Remain in my blood vessels and just circulate
perfusing all my organs and accelerate
my wellbeing so I’ll not deteriorate
Instead, my condition will reinvigorate.

So, I will live another day to celebrate
the fact, that I should see another birthday date.
Not be a statistic for mortality rate
by bleeding to death, failing to resuscitate.

Please, let this be a lesson not to overstate
the survival secret one must not lacerate
an organ that could bleed out and necessitate
the need then for your blood to just coagulate

Coagulation

"Finally my blood began to coagulate,"
the second stage of hemostasis -- how great!
First I applied pressure to the bleeding spot,
the platelets circulate to stop it (a "clot.")

Coagulation forms a more solid wall,
in other words: a scab (helps after a fall).
That tough thing is just a temporary patch;
could bleed again, like My Girl's "blood brothers" scratch.

The vocab: "hemo" means blood, "stasis"-- stands still;
this natural process shows God's powerful skill:
to keep flowing blood --in, and harmful germs --out,
the fibrous platelet plug closes the vein's spout.

Keep it clean, and with time, the skin looks like new;
(a scar may remind me the pain I went through).
The skin's remodel is "fibrinolysis,"
but what makes it ALL better-- is mother's kiss!

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Coagulation Starter Poetry Contest (just started with the first line provided by the contest assignment, and I went from there, putting myself in this situation, which I have manuevered before... scientific reference I drew from: "Hemostasis" -- a Cleveland Clinic article medically reviewed in 2021).

perish

My veins are the schematics
My conscience the pragmatics
A nuclear weapon that’s omnifarious
Self destruct the one that’s multifarious
Many parts no two the same
Doesn’t mean I’m not painfully plain
Nothing about me is distinctive
Identical and parallel, anatomy’s instinctive

So why am I so self-destructive?
You don’t need to be quite deductive
Deduce the reason and the people pleasing
My consciousness requires easing 

Rhymes makes the feelings and words coalesce
Does it really makes you digress?
Words made up of morphemes 
Feelings made up of morphines

Nothing without you has meaning
It isn’t held it’s given without demeaning
My schematics look better inkless
Don’t want my veins to circulate just ingress

You Never Were On Time

You said it when you said goodbye
You said you'd anchor near
You said I'd feel you in the wind but all I feel is air 

I listened for the whispers, too
I listened close to hear
I listened and I looked but all the signs you sent weren't clear

We had a pact, you shattered it
We had so little time 
We had an understanding but it seems it was just mine

You chose to throw it all away
You chose to say it's fine 
You chose to shoot the poison, smoke the death and cross that line

I tried so hard to breathe for you
I tried to circulate
I tried and cried, denied and still, I’d die to change your fate

You said you’d never be that far
You said you wouldn't wait
You said you'd run like wind to me I guess you're running late

Wuthering Woe

From centuries in the sands in woods
In rivulets oceans boat of love
It Rowan Rowan from Day first
With cuckoo, seagull wounded dove
O hazy phantom speak with us
Like blood in heart thou  circulate
Thy chamber in the niche of soul
From maddening world so isolate

Thy Laila, Juliet, Romeo Qais
Wherest they live wherest they go?
They live in desert of the earth
Or they in Eden ocean row
O wounded love , thy haunted lanes
Are filled with graves of tears and woe
In search of Thee, in burning world
From ages  people come and go

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