Coddles Poems | Examples

Black holes stop their pull in fear

Hate hangs from me like a disintegrating cloak
It’s sickly oil tendrils trailing from me
It never gives passes
Eloquent in its misuse
Scratching its way through the sheerness. of the
slivers
Feeling so black that blue isn’t quite enough

Love drapes from me like a sculpted marble toga
It’s twirling twines exploding into fluff
It lives in the past and futures
Incoherently overused
It coddles in lessening touches of soft
Feeling the light before it lands

Autumn Rumours

      Afternoon ember flare coddles forest
      Nodule noses, from dark bark eyes sap drips
      Naked soldiers, Summer’s subside promised
      Farewell foliage, spun fairy floss gossip
  

      News spew swept red runaway train carriage
      Ridiculed witches watch fireworks astral 
      Rudimentary broom aircrafts encourage
      Twilight wake creatures creep from log capsules


      Twitching whiskers, dusk susurrate translate
      Trampled damp mushrooms mulch to mildew fleece
      Orange fungi full moon balloon inflate
      Hot flight flame exhales exhausting release

     
      Grey limb wind tortured troops groan, familiar
      Guards gravely wait for Winter’s insignia




          31st August 

          Written for Contest: 
          Whispers of Autumn 
        Sponsor: John Lawless

Plow Hoarse

This little voice keeps telling me to, 
keep my head down and plow forward.
It seems that the further I go 
there's more debris to clog the road.
It is broken in some places
gale force winds are ever present
sheer drop offs on either side
the sky spits blue ice most of the time.

The voice also tells me to dress the soul in layers.

but a person can only layer up and plow so much
before the heart overheats 
and the soul comes to an abrupt stop...

When the little voice becomes too hoarse to comprehend.
Maybe this is when God coddles the reigns, 
Guiding this swayback toward the light
and on toward St. Peters gate.

Confirm Or Deny

C A U S A T I O N       vs.        D E T E R M I N I S M


Choices form towards our preordained trajectory 
Decision built bricks stack factors progressively 
Circumstancial pegs compile in accord to faculty 
Dogmas of downtrodden clogged with profanity 

Circles run rings around predictions, an equator 
Divides same from same in symmetrical centre 
Cogs who push their neighbours never blame us 
Duration in environ expidited by wheel's impetus

Certainty occurs, journey obscured from turning
Decorum's shield prohibits peripheral discerning 
Contingent coddles confederates, cave sedation
Dictated picture is droll pattern of premeditation

Character patter converses with class conducive
Dialogue delays, latitudinal liberal splay spruking
Concious diverges in a dual carriageway purview
Deliberation channels hairpin 's curve impromptu




            
   
                       14th February 
                     Fortitude Breaks 
                    Causation Chains

Which Snowflake To Save

To all those fallen poets
sifting fields of words
i will help them grow
describing pain that melts the snow
and a glow the darkness coddles
let me get sum right

Beware Beguiling Beauty

A lovely lady beguiles a luckless lad
Of unwitting others she might have had

The fairest face may be foul of heart
Deft deceit is how now it shall start

Like fated moths drawn to the light
Novices can't tell wrong from right

This lady then connives confusing witch's what
Spins spells that do convince what is not

She conjures him to shirk sacred duty
So sure he's blinded by her beauty

She coyly coddles this beamish boy
His twisted thinking in frabjous joy

He peers deeply down into her soul
Seeing darkness finding blackest coal

It hearkens back to Eden's first sin
Stirs silent shadows sunk long within

Beware that all's not as it seems
Beauty's illusion can change what it means

Purpose or pulchritude which will impress
When next we witness a damsel's distress

Cabernet Purple Sweet

How luscious the ripened grapes, purple sweet
Enthralling us  in their leafy bower
Where a lush orchard coddles yield every  hour—
Moonlight and dawn  gloss velvet skins replete
With bathed  nectarine turning into wine…
An elixir  when  our affection glows :
Cabernet , more precious than scented rose
As lovers’ mouths sip of romance divine!



Contest of Brian Strand: Late Feb 2019

Contrast of Black and White

CONTRAST OF BLACK AND WHITE

Faith coddles the fetus in his cimmerian cradle,
his freshly formed ears set on the steadfast heartbeat.
~
Eyes blink, outside the cramped passageway,
glowing bright like a newborn star.
~
The thumb sucking infant sifts out the gray pixels,
shape sorting images, building blocks in the mind.
~
Blindness binds a child devoid of light.
Contrast of black and white supplies sight.
~
When does this child become afraid of the dark?
Once exposed, eyes crave a steady diet of light.
~

2/17/2017

Weebles Wobble

Weebles wobble
   but they do fall down.

Once without windup whimsy weebles wobble writhing in wistful wiggly wattles,
they bubble, bobble, boggle, bottle and boondoggle coddles and dawdles;
a colossal ensemble debacle joggles and toggles the toddler's throttle
waiting on wafting waffles the twaddle and goggling the toppled pottles.
 
Just google that old fossil's nozzle schnozzled squabble.






Tongue twister:
without windup whimsy weebles wobble writhing in wistful wiggly wattles

Mocking Bird

The greatest pretender in the sky
is a thief in wings
and sings and sings in purloined folly.

A burlesque bird first loots a throat
then coddles every stolen note
and assembles every syllable

Then one by one in choral mime
as though true specie in the air
acts with incipit pompous dare.

And what honest notes could sound
that author care the see
that invention were an honest gift
achieved with authenticity.

Simple Pleasures

Water coddles my numbing fingers
warmth floats upon stubborn clouds of mist
impacts unenthusiastic cheeks and lingers
morning’s winter heated by a whetted kiss.

Hands clasp as a lover to a lover
skin sliding smoothly through soothing soap
fogged mirror a glassed and cozy cover
warms my hands, my face, my hope. 

Simple pleasures, unnoticed sunrise -
not epic love, nor joyous dream,
only eyelids lacquered over sleepless eyes
and chilled hands warmed in a faucet stream.

January 20th, 2016

I See You In the Darkness

When I close my eyes and look into the darkness
I see the reverse image of swirling time
Glimpses of you, but you are not there
Like Schrödinger's cat, you are alive and dead
But all it takes is a potion
And my eyes will remain closed for eternity
The ease of which, has its own damnation
For this life still coddles and excites
And allows me to weep and moan
When I close my eyes and see you in the darkness

The Transparency of Selves

The Transparency of Selves.

Transparently unseen,
lonely souls walking on,
slipping between raindrops,
curling between folds of reality,
twisting in dreary, worn-out skins.

Moulting, peeling off, discarding,
worn-down corpses edging towards,
whistling crowds of leering stares,
wasted on insipid momentary sighs,
where collective consciences lay mute.

Opaque words flounder, seeking, begging,
wooden excuses swept up in dusty screams,
bellowing unspoken profanities in solitude,
sweltering amongst boneless patriarchs,
where impotence teeters on the brink of reason.

Rivers of unreason roll on, ceaselessly,
watering the sordid thoughts and empty voices,
filtering out warmth and empathy, drilling,
deeper into a callousness that embraces,
coddles, nourishing nothing but putrid decay.

Ten Minute Wait

Strolled in 
to my barbers Friday evening
Typical wait 
(10 minutes)
                   No problem,
except two people 
bothering me.
 A mother 
while she coddles her son
with one wavy arm
                    In tight clothes
A ring bigger than Texas...
not a word spoken between them

both on their fancy I phones
Son, 
strolling through Facebook
                     Mother staying busy with games,
starring into it as if it were a big mac 

I watched
                     cursing in my head

Other waiting people
stuck on their cool new entertainment 

Nobody talks
Nobody thinks
10 spare minutes 
scares the *****out of people

Time to get her son’s haircut
He, atleast 10

She walks over and 
instructs the barber
what her son needs 
probably never making
a decision for himself 
                     He'll grow as she

becoming a winner

Do Not Curse This Nurse

WHATEVER YOU WANT THIS TO BE ENTITLED

Golden curls are found where diamonds sleep
Glittering golden curls be the lady’s crown
She knows the seraphim and the secrets they keep
And now she can  create a smile from a frown

A twinkle follows wherever she may tread
And yes, her hair will forever glow
Because of her everything in the world should be painted red
And she requires no rainbow ribbons nor bow

She should have been born of royalty or a queen
I cannot find the loom on which her locks were spun
Helping humanity is her baby she coddles with care
Protecting all from rain, heat and a blazing sun

This is a princess with flesh so fair
And as to competitors the lady has none
No god could replicate the exact color of her hair
And she’s lucky to have it, but her husband is the truly lucky one!
       (C) 2011       ~free cee!~ Phreepoetry

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