Comas Poems | Examples

No poetry zone

The poet police pay attention to
punctuation, they patrol pauses,
comas, and correct enunciation..
The poet police prefer prolific
prose, perfumy pendants so
pen one of those..
Be mindful of what type of
poem you compose.
Pay attention to your tone,
and never ever park your poems
in a no poetry parking zone.

For Once

For once I long to breathe the air
to seize what life can misgive
I must notice what is there
To cherish and relive

To smell the sounds and hear aromas
that tune into rhythm's sphere
to stay awake to refrain from comas
need they select to disappear

The Shape Is Not Content

A sentence short
or one that's length we cannot comprehend
my usual words a well known friend
does the shape end on the final word
or jut into a pictured absurd
S paces break  the rhythm
commmon commas out of comas
F
ollo___ath only icy
___w a p
Steel the words so often abused
leave the reader so con
Fused see an image never meant W
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____________________________y i write the right to rite
Do we just jumble the dcitoinary
Are we reaching for another's validation
or the vile nation reaches for a knot
that strangles as i hang on a dot
critters size the ticks that talk
Look at the stem on the rose
i must stalk the stalk
Sleep my demon
Sleep my angel
let my whispers find their silence
at the edges of my thoughts

Gooseberries and Sharp Creases

GOOSEBERRIES AND SHARP CREASES

The plumpest, juiciest, hairiest gooseberries
My grandfather grew in a circular bed,
Dead centre of the immaculate lawn.
And blackcurrants under netting,
And a Victoria plum tree in the far corner.
He taught me to hitch up my trousers at the knee
When I sat down, to avoid spoiling the creases.
And to touch the peak of my cap 
When I passed a lady in the street.
But he was a sick man;
Tuberculosis and diabetes that would send him
Into long, deep comas.
He would have taught me a whole lot more,
But for that final coma.

1st July 2020
In Loving Memory Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Regina Riddle

Christmas Morning Memories

Eyes sparkling wide with faces alive;
Joyous energy the mornings vibe;
Smiles glisten like tinsel on the tree,
Voices ring out so excitedly; 

Feet dancing the Sugar Plum Fairy;
Hands grip tight, their stockings they carry;
Patience is hard, but they have been taught;
First to say thanks for what Santa brought;

Cinnamon rolls with coffee aromas;
Wake us from our Christmas Eve comas;
Orange peels mixed with fir tree scents; 
Crystalize the mind of mornings events;

Let the gift opening now begin;
The ooh’s and ah’s with permanent grins;
These the finest gifts ever received;
These my Christmas morning memories;

Get Away

Cobblestones hold silent steps on damp reflections
Boots echo soft with lightning strikes ahead
A hidden knife in jacket comes to life  
Still pillowed under fog to crack the night wide open
Gray silhouettes set into dim imaginings of action
There where the sleeping ships sink into comas 
Someone comes out from under shadows back
Up from behind a buildings mold ridden bricks
To overcome the unsuspecting victim by the river
No time to scream in agony in pain or prayer
Escape is now impossible under muffled sounds
Slitting throats must stay a secret bleeding out
Floods are expected according to reports
The weather is less predictable by the docks
Commingling crimson in cold waters is odd 
A dingy takes the criminal away to safety
A getaway planned in advance for this occasion
Well before the weather report came out
To forecast the condition red in place of rain

Flat Screen Comas

acting for sale
tv and the movies
whatever sells products or tickets
to the customer set speaks primarily of illusion dreams


stan sand

Pills Knock Me Out and Take Me Down

Take these pills three times a day.
Not crazy for regular people.
Who aren’t held hostage 
Or in comas by pills.

Crazy for me.
And I suspected it.
So I did something I had never done.
I pressed pharmacy consultation 
Before I left the
Drug pill store.

Pills knock me out and take me down
I told the pill pusher there.
Do you think I need three of these a day?

She stared into my heart hard.
It sped up, being pulled out, like that.

Take one a day, to start, she told me.
If that does not work, try two.

I trusted her instantly.
Thanked her and took my little white bag away.
$4.08 worth of something.

One pill kept me
In a comatose state
For 16 hours.

Muscle relaxers.
Damn!

Amend the Amends

You go on ahead
To your unmade bed.
Take a saintly nap;
Comfortably wrap
Yourself in blankets—
It is night, isn't it?
The day has ended,
Amends amended,
Because apologies
Are ideologies:—
Merely strange dogmas
Of those in comas—
They demand no following.
They are grossly wallowing
In mud and waste.
Go and make haste
And amend the amends—:—
I deserve no friends:—
You retract companionship
For complete dictatorship.
'Tis simply an amendment
On amends. You meant
For betterment—
Thus detachment
From me
And replacement
Of me
With government.

The Suggestion

If i am in a position to hold the candle, 

Then light the candle, 

If the edge of chair no more romantic then, 

A thriller then explain the foot work, 
Time elapse then let be known I am have good time, 

If the morning breaks and howl of the moon is, 

Approaching what distance is the runner set it for home, 

Rules among conquers words of relapse circle of comas, 

like the ice age, 

If learning is not free I say set sail to eastern hemisphere

Ask them the dawn question, 

If freedom is the question and love is real, 

Then what is the suggestion.

Snoozer the Loser

Sleep was always Snoozer's best friend
Come morning, he had the shades down,
to keep the sunlight from pouring in
Waking up and getting out of bed
was always a chore to him
Then having to go to work,
man, the drudgery never seemed to end
Taking a nap was his buddy,
resting his eyes was his cousin
He didn't pop prescription pills,
he wasn't a stoner,
he wasn't a boozer 
Though he was fond of the nickname Snoozer,
he didn't like being labeled Snoozer the Loser
The way he saw it, sleepwalking
kept him from doing
a whole lot of unnecessary talking
It was win --- win, my friend
Now he never voiced this publicly,
but he thought comas were actually kinda cool
Plenty of uninterrupted sleep;
what's not to like about that,
except maybe being a vegetable tool
So if you happen to visit a large warehouse
in some sleepy backwater town,
and notice a corner office with the shades down
You can rest assured that
Rip VanWinkle's distant relative, Snoozer,
is product testing a mattress on company ground

Comas

Stretched t-shirt, chains, a mournful tune,
wide smiling guy, a book unsewn,
light hands, light hand, a happy ending,
few hearty words, heaven's wide champaign,
black and white cat and vivid dreams
in which I'm scared and guy's obscene,
this spring and what's to spring of it,
vanilla shake, banana split
and all my love - somehow diffused:
you every now and then get used
to any kind of any lie...
In sober fact I would have died
for happy endings on and on. 
And if you doubt, then - yes, that corn.

13.03. 2013

Grammar Police

Rote an esay
Cheked IT twise
Lot's a' mistakes
Graide not so nice...

I yused comas
Perfetley placed paws
"2 much incoheeseivenes"
I cant, brake up a, claws

Yused fulstops.
not tolong a .sentense
But teecher. was furryous
Marked down with a venjance

Did exclamashons!
Sumtimes .3 @ once!!!!
& YUSED CAPS 2 SHOUT!!
Butt "you ownly need one,!!"

Coalon,
Wen I need 2 maik: lists
Rote my: Faverit, tv shos
But: teecher were: p*ssed

Semicoalons;
Wen, I need 2 look: smart!!
nut shure wat. they do; But
the esay ritings really hard!!!

[93 werds]

The Dependence Hypothesis

Cut the chedder
World wide boom and bust
Economic cycles derived
From circadian rhythms
Making a corroded artery plunge
Into diabetic, catatonic comas

Companies that mine hormones
Sparkling that appetite reservoir
Congress will fund the model
Subsidies to the dirt and cheese
Feed lot arranged for meaty pleasure

Health stricken from the record
Drug money pays of the comeback
So get wise to the guise
The greed is still obscene
No unvarnished truth can belie statistics
We participate in the destiny

Claim you freedom and creativity
Consuming is voting by other means
For what is
And what will become

Do Not Blink ... a Fast and Sad Tale.

How do I pen a cliche’
so it isn’t the cliche’, 
but the reality.

My skin has soft little wrinkles
that look like ripples on water. 
Yesterday it didn’t.

When did I start needing naps,
that have now become mini comas.
Yesterday I was working until I got my second wind.

The mirror seems to feel the need to taunt me
with an image of someone I do not know.
Yesterday the image was 18.

When I forget and sit too long,
it takes the length of the room to work out the stiffness and pain.
Yesterday, I didn’t have time to sit.

I won’t think about this today
I’ll do it tomorrow
But, tomorrow was yesterday, and the year is gone.

I must have blinked while laughing in the face of spring,
a brief summer warmth on my eye lids as they go down, 
and as they started up again, fall is turning to winter.

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