Smoke in, ash out
Moss squishes beneath my feet as I breathe
Chlorophyll-tinted water and billions of tiny friends
Evaporate in the sun as I take my next step
Breathe in, smoked out
Another stumbling step brings me home
Crashing on the wooden support beams
Covered by what can only barely be called a cushion by now
Ash in, cough out
Broke my stride fumbling in the dark
Taking a swig that's more foam than beer
Spitting out the grit between my teeth
Death in, death out
All alone once again out here
Another year around the sun passes by
As I await first light again
I die over and over—
between pages—a ghost
in a world more real than my
own—drowning in ink—
willingly washed ashore—
swelling, bloating breath.
Against my nature of concealment,
I cough out the ink—everywhere—
chaos, carnality, collapse!
onto a canvas I cannot
cower from.
Who else perceives meaning there?
Who else feels the frenzy like fire?
LOST IN THE UNIVERSE ?????????
into the darkest night
I cry out in pain
pondering into my lonely days
lost to the earth and space
unable to cough out my feelings
not even to the dearest of my soul
Don't blame me !!!
I am lost to the overwhelming
world of differences.
into the horizon
I breath out broken air
soaked in my agony and
rythms of suffocation
Drowned in the sea of my emotions
floating like a dead swimmer
singing to my songs and sorrows
for I know not the fate of tomorrow
lost to the multiverse of anguish
the irony in my chain of misery
my afflictions knows no bounds
my scars redefined me
Don't get it twisted
I'm lost in the universe
They gathered as a freezing group
To plead with the sharp-shooting troop
Not to even around them snoop.
Their murderous wings not flutter but droop
For being, all affable chicks in a coop:
A working class from The South Loop
Travelling with a fun-loving troupe
And an athlete draped in his whoop…
A tears-unlocking “Please, Don’t shoot us!”
By the just-discharged from their bus
Willing to all cough out from their purse
Rather than be sent to sleep or a nurse.
The speed of sound is directly related to
Your visit to the washroom when you need a poo
If visitors are near
Don't want them to hear
So I cough out loud when a blast is due
The speed of sound is directly related to
Your visit to the washroom when you need a poo
If visitors are near
Don't want them to hear
So you cough out loud when a blast is due
The speed of sound is directly related to
Your visit to the washroom when you need a poo
If visitors are near
Don't want them to hear
So you cough out loud when a blast is due
Am lost a wondering wing, should have settled on some greenish fig
pains are tormenting stings, don't know what morrow brings
I cough out a little tougher, but non seen to hear
In this wondering world I falter but non feel my fear
I was sent to soar away mist, wearing this present earth
I should have foresaw the doom, and should have my wings kept
My eagle wings needs a medic, and there is non to tender
6/25/2020
The speed of sound is directly related to
Your visit to the washroom when you need a poo
If visitors are near
Don't want them to hear
So you cough out loud when a blast is due
Noisy laughter escapes from my mouth,
As the muscles of my cheek over stretched ,
I open my mouth to shine my teeth
and expose my incisors and canines for the world to see ,
My cheeks expand suddenly,
Pouh! Pouh!!I cough out.. like an old locomotive or steam engine;
Saliva splatter all over, cold air flows into my chest;
As my bowel expands with a sharp pain ,
Water gathered in my eye balls ,to become wet lands,
I try to control it, but I couldn’t ,
Mouth gives a loud sound that raises my blood pressure,
My stomach vibrates like loud speakers,
Sending out a note like resonance tube;
Fou! Fou!! A gas escapes from my anus ,
Three times ; uncontrollable -that sounds like scud missiles ,
Shelling the whole room as I adjusted my seat ,
I try to control this ,but it persists as foul odour filled the air,
Am I a skunk ?my eyes turn red and full of tears;
As my phone falls from my hand, I laugh…
9-11-2018
CONTEST: Write Me an Emotion-Act sponsored by Brenda Chiri
A frost cloud hovers above me
Numbing my senses
Trying to freeze a vital organ inside you see
Sometimes it gets so cold nothing seems to matter
As im put in a deep freeze
I spit it up
And cough out my lungs
Feeling dissappionted with the world
As im sure it will be also with me
I guess i could live a life unsung
Because all this frustration in me builds pressure
Oh how i wish i could just run and fly
What's the point in being sober
If you still feel like you want to die
Just want to run and hide
Waste away
And burn out in a twinkle of an eye
So are these thoughts in this cold winters sigh
The speed of sound is directly related to
Your visit to the washroom when you need a poop
If visitors are near
Don't want them to hear
So you cough out loud when a blast is due
They vacate their personality
They put their hands above their level of subsistence
They paint themselves gold in the midst of admirers
They paint their lying lips with their lipstick of deceit
They divide themselves Like Landed properties
They delude themselves in false pretense
They live on borrowed robes to undress their true personality
They let themselves to be destroyed by the belong syndrome
They deceive the fragile minds of their followers
They Lay their foundation with their sweet tongue and cement it with a thousand lies
They cough out sweet stories to sandwich the brains of their victims
They create an atmosphere of affluence in the eyes of on lookers
They begin to move, shake. and tremble in the face of uncertainty
After all they are the movers and shakers of the society.
The foundation begins to crumble as the lies begins to unearth
Then, the stammering mouth folds up in shame as the true person is revealed
In his dying words, Papa said of all Kofi Awoonor’s Poems taught in school
One which still lingers in the chambers of his heart is ‘the Sonnet of our world’
He stuttered, “Son-my son in today’s world everybody is screaming for attention
The intelligent, educated, eloquent, charismatic, all-all-all in fierce contention”
Papa said this is the Sonnet of an embrangled world
He said most will opt to be leaders than followers
They’ll cough out their egos and laud their names
They’ll strive for glory and they’ll never be ashamed
Papa sounded out “most will seek to be the next biggest thing in town
And that’s not important, but what matters is to serve and not to be served
Give yourself to your passion and have integrity in the things no one sees
Love more and laugh harder, and where I am going together we will be”
When I saw Papa pressed in his coffin like bread on a shelf
Unceasing tears rolled from my eyes
PP©2015
I looked for a pen to write your name with but I couldn't find one
I felt pressured to run and tell of our little secret
I felt honored to be at your service
My breath of love
My breath of life
Tonight, let's make our secret known
Let's cough out the bad, to make room for the good
Let's make love up high, far away
Where only our breath of love breathes
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.