Curdling Poems | Examples

Globulous Maroon

Curdling wave of denatured purity
Milk and acid, perverted mated pair
Waltzing, obese ballroom spinners 
Twirling, breeders spun by children’s fingers 
A fleet, in concentric circles turning. 
Churning, in hidden tunnels, empty wombs 
Clotted to lumps, a viscous drool
From spout of oesophagus poured
Over that inverted delicacy.

An internal storm blows like fury, shocks
Of bucking, lurching on every wave
Oobleck’s looming clouds
Hailing wet pellets on the deck. 
My hands painted, 
A globulous maroon
Leaking life-force, un-fatal evacuation 
Drawn-out, a living execution 
A foetal creature, whining out the morning 
Premature to see the day
Too early to bleed. 

You are my sworn foe,
Possessing me as what I am
Trapped by you on whom I depend
Breasts, hips, thighs, a soft-skinned face
A body, veneer for lunar torment.
Prophetic to the hour 
Of when the next storm will come. 
Stranded at sea, men watch from the shore.
Apathetic, indifferent,
Too far away to see
Us, the fleet of spinners 
Lost in bleeding seas.

Calling of Home

Focusing on my self; no other
filtered out all negative feelings
cut ties with deceptive dealings
home is calling so don't bother

Feeling things that make no sense
a little of revenge, guilt, anger, fuss
a lot of love, faith, truth, and trust
Thinking of things conjuring defense

Eliminate thoughts of all others
took for granted with misjudgment
challenging my truth with argument
now stuck in shame that smothers

No allies in this deceptive outer world
most live for bribes lies no alibis
all I truly hear is loud curdling cries
devastated by the truth, only can hurl

Let this be a lesson to trust only self
trust your own feeling and knowing
forgiveness and healing for growing
always room to help improve oneself

Not understanding my role in your life
no longer needed spoken or explained
hate jealousy greed no longer retained
dismantling what The Divine calls strife

Completes my assignments with grace
highs lows many death and rebirth
bring back LOVE to beautiful Earth
LOVE is home there's no other place

Plagued by Memories

This, is where it began
A scream
   Blood curdling
     An amalgamation of acid and iron
       Coagulates my blood
Mother
   Instinct seizes
     Heart racing
       Legs race faster
Thoughts race out of hand
   A gun to her head?
     No time for weapons
       Fists will do
Around the corner
   My eyes catch glimpse
     five golden corners
        two solemn eyes
Mother
   One word resounds
      From shrieking lips
        No
Over and over
   Over
     And
       Over
That word
   His badge
    Her sobs
      His gaze
Say one shrilling word
    Her lover
      My father
        My father
Gone

my enemy gave to me

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my enemy gave to me
Twelve upset tummies gurgling
Eleven spoiled milk cartons curdling
Ten missed opportunities to achieve
Nine judges who refused my reprieve
Eight frustrations and barriers
Seven Covid-19 carriers
Six casseroles with a bad smell
Five empty packs of Pall Mall
Four creepy sashes
Three worn out lashes
Two cobras who attacked me,
And a grizzly bear in a honey tree.

A Perfect Murder

I stabbed 
straight into her heart
then wiggled the knife,
twisted and turned.
The blood oozed out
covering the blade and
my hand in scarlet red.

She gave a blood-curdling 
shriek and moaned.
She looked at me with sheer terror,
There was a crazy look 
in my inflamed eyes
My chest was all puffed up
and heaving badly
My body trembling with pent-up rage
I gave her a vile sneer;

And then…
She could hold it back no longer
and burst out laughing
When she saw 
the retractable toy knife
and a couple of ketchup pouches 
in my hand.

Raw Senses Rondine

A haunting comes unexpected,
perhaps that’s the delicious draw;
Strolling the woods with a guffaw,
nature’s buzz leaves you elated;
Every sense may seem upended,
red bared skin on your wrist is raw;
A haunting comes;
Your pulse has become upgraded
put into pace by a chainsaw;
The blood curdling scream’s first law:
‘Leave all their calm devastated.’
A haunting comes.

gardenias

curdling gardenias
milky whiteness tinged yellow
scent lingers

Blame

It simmers. This constant invisible, hovering 
like a wasp in the forever periphery threatening 
lightning strike yellows, sudden and unbidden. It spills
and spools, down into black stripes melting and melding 
to pools of what could be oil, what could be memory.
What could be regret now slick with – what? 

A splash of anger boiled, with sprinkles of blame out of date;
mixed with grief curdling, poured into a well of questions 
overcooked yet left raw, still somehow 
roasted and burnt-snap-toast /
ed too tough for even a 
crouton of relief.

It’s a recipe I can never master. Ingredients 
lacking, my baking tray left to crust. 
‘The Chronic Pain’ special.
'The Looping Blame Game’ starter. 
“Welcome to Self-Sabotage Restaurant and its
rotating menu of dishes which you serve yourself.”

A Step Away

A Step Away

Blood-curdling
screams reverberate
in Spanish
bullrings where
death awaits a step away,
“Olé!” Spectators yell.

Fantasy Poetry - The Wizards Party

Party invitations popped up in everyone’s hand.
The Wizard invited everyone special in the land.
With magic galore, it was destined to be grand.
He made sure good fairies and elves were banned.

To respond they were invited to RSVP The Wizard.
On the menu would be yummy fricassee of gizzard.
And a huge bowl of sautéed toad eyes with lizard.
The host planned it was held on a night of a blizzard.

All in readiness as the guests were arriving  first.
Were offered blood cocktails to quench their thirst.
Little did they know the drinks were cursed.
Sit tight you haven’t as yet even heard the worst.

For entertainment a banshee wailed a blood curdling song.
Dracula danced with Medusa to slow songs all night long.
When he tried to bite her neck, her snakes came on strong.
Witches and goblins, ghosts and ghouls all shared a bong. 

Pinning the tail on the donkey beware as the donkey kicks.
Not bobbing for apples in a barrel, these were live chicks. 
There were ghastly horror movies playing, Taylor Swift flicks.
All had nightmares after the party the Wizard was up to his tricks.

Cowboys and Indians 2023

The cowboys always won
    The Indians always lost
       I yearned to see a cowboy
       with an arrow through his chest

    But then I read a story 'bout
    a cowboy who'd been scalped
       Promised to myself, I said
       Now I'd see a red man dead

    Put on two toy store holsters
    Courage blazing from their guns
       Bagged me the bony remnants
       Of a graveyard skeleton



         Blood-curdling Scene ~
           Happy Halloween!

Complete Darkness

A street light flickers and dies in the dead of night
Complete Darkness
Silence


The distant sound of a dog barking
Complete Darkness
Silence


Two chilling blood curdling screams
Complete Darkness
Silence

Footsteps approaching
Complete Darkness
Then Silence!

Shots Fired

"Pop! Pop! Pop!" goes a squeezed Desert Eagle.
  Two innocent bodies drop; funeral to be held for one.
Fleeing block party crew scatter like startled lemmings.
   A drive-by shooting; blood curdling screams follow. 
    Repeated cries of "Somebody call an ambulance!"... 
            Yet another day, somewhere in America.

Murderer

I’d seen him lurking in the shadows
He’d been stalking me for hours
All alone in the house
I was at his mercy

Finally, he backed me into a corner
I let out a blood curdling scream
startled, he ran off in a blind panic
directly into the jaws of the mousetrap I’d set
It closed with a loud SNAP

Who needs a cat… adieu pesky mouse!

Observing Death

Observing Death

Look into the trench when a bomblet falls
Squirms without legs, excruciating balls
It means nothing him squirming, twisting in pain
I eagerly search, to find more of the same.
It’s not a film the loss is real
Surprises me, how little I feel
Blood and guts hanging around
A burst of fire, death curdling sound.
A loud cheer erupts as they fall
And I feel nothing, nothing at all.
After all they have done invading Ukraine
I want to see them wounded and dying in pain
They’ve raped, tortured, looted and maimed
And now they’re killed under bullets of rain
I enlarge the screen, to enhance the view
Of an orc dying, because his time is due
War has a way, of raising the tolerance bar
A sniper takes aim, bullets riddle a car.
I don’t feel sickened as I eat my tea
It’s most important that Ukraine is free.

David Cox 04/02/23

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