Deep restless thoughts that eddied in midnight disclosure,
My old mind shivered in traumatic tribulations.
No treats for dissolute persons to seal composure.
My mind filled with moths and other abominations.
I dreaded the spooky strength of my demon nightmare,
Defying all useless urges of vigilant trance,
Perpetual murmur of unceasing burbled fare,
Moonlit wintry rays indulge in a macabre dance.
Relinquish all dreams that cloud my old illicit thoughts,
Grab sturdy roots, get out of that pit, aim at my goal,
Can't let my senses get dulled but avoid useless rots,
Saunter steadily in love which is life for my soul
Categories:
clouding, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
Nebulous streams clouding my brain.
Nebulous streams clouding my brain,
Oh! this cluster,my mind I have to train.
Release,release is what it screams,
Creativity is upto the brim.
Where have you not taken me fine lines,
Images,imaginations inside chimes.
You invite me to the silent moors today,
We were on the mountains yesterday.
Sunflower beds will blend along,
Bright yellow shade to them belong.
Perhaps the silvery waterfall is desired,
Musical notes all around are imbibed.
Let me moisten my pychological seeds,
Ground soddens,here is so much to breed.
Rhyme Scheme-aa,bb.
Contest: What I was thinking.
Sponsor:Daniel Turner.
17/12/2016
Categories:
clouding, art, emo, emotions, imagination,
Form: Couplet
Nebulous streams, clouding my brain
Obscure eyelash, aimless your leaf
You ask for rhyme, well, to what end
One way poems, emptiness in ship
Arriving to nothing, blind direction
No door opens, except baffling pain
What a crimson commerce, of emotion
Nebulous streams, clouding my brain
Every glass is broken, milk is spilt
Every moment tense, where is rose
In dream we tremble, pain and guilt
In your venom valley, no grass grows
Can’t there be, an ocean for all
In every dreamy eye, a pink waterfall
A little cottage garden, for birds to call
A crystal clear stream, easy footfall
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16/12/2016
Categories:
clouding, discrimination, emotions, imagery, pain,
Form: Rhyme
I sail on an ocean of custard and jam,
Aboard a ship made of biscuits and bread.
I am the sweet toothed pirate I am,
And clearly not right in the head.
Nebulous streams clouding my brain,
Give me some peculiar thoughts,
I wear a vest made of liquorice sticks,
And a pair of marzipan shorts.
With my motley crew of gingerbread men,
Who are armed to the teeth with balloons,
We go round the world, kidnapping cakes,
While we gorge on sweet macaroons.
Categories:
clouding, humorous, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
Nebulous Streams, Clouding My Brain
Sleeping death through timeless space
Nocturnal Nebulae that will displace
Misanthropic minds of clustered clouds
Bipolar builders of sacred shrouds
Elucidative echoes of enchanted eyes
Decussate delusions that shall arise
Carnal contortions camouflaging spheres
Deleterious dust expanding light years.
Dec.15.2016
What was I thinking - Contest
Sponsored by: Daniel Turner
Categories:
clouding, abuse, anxiety, depression,
Form: Rhyme