Deflate Poems | Examples

Darkness

Lying still, in a dark room. 
It’s easy to sink into it. 
Let myself deflate. 
The room gets darker endlessly. 
If I step off this bed, 
The sounds will turn back on. 
So my eyes stay closed. 
As my toes move slightly. 
Don’t lie in a contorted way. 
Or the sounds will figure it out. 
Come back for you. 
To take you to the hospital. 
Lying still, in a dark room. 
And the room settles with me. 
I can’t lie in this contorted way. 
So I lie in a different contorted way. 
Dark room. 
Deflate. 
Endless. 
Step. 
Slightly. 
Sink into it. 
Into the ambulance stretcher. 
Again.

Unscathed

I was on a high
riding on a sunray
feeling the love

That seemed to bother you
so you had to go on the attack 
making a point to deflate my balloon

It annoyed you terribly
that I might be happy
you had to spew your venom 

I have news for you
I’m out of harm’s way
you cannot spit far enough



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Pate A Choux part 2 Sur la touche

Alternatively, to incorporate eggs by hand: Let dough cool in saucepan, stirring frequently, until it registers 145°F on an instant-read thermometer. Add eggs 1 at a time, stirring well between additions until each egg is fully incorporated before adding the next, until a smooth, shiny paste forms.
Use choux right away, or hold at room temperature for up to 2 hours before using; how you use the choux will depend on the application, though it’s important to prevent a skin from forming, either by transferring the choux right away to a pastry or zipper-lock bag and keeping it sealed, or pressing plastic wrap directly against the choux’s surface.
load the pastry bag, pipe choux leaving enough room for them to double in size
Choux pastries typically bake for 25-35 minutes at 400°F (200°C). Baking time can vary slightly depending on the size of the choux and the oven. It's important not to open the oven door while baking, as this can cause the choux to deflate.

Meatball Noose

Corked off glue, oral mucosa clamped, oyster bald razor, thumb running along twine binding the package, a conductor testing violin tension. Hairy balls of fire, a jackdaws caw, drawing her in with dirty sticky wet joy. Creaks on bed springs, open windows, neighbors staring, a drumbeat counting down to rupture. The squeezebox gripped tight, seething under bare back muds. Breath, a bird in a cage, jabbing at the bars of her ribs. Burnt-out fluorescent light, firefly flash caught behind bone. Hands unwrap with surgeon’s grace, flesh revealed: pink, marbled, mutinous. The cuts: rare, exotic jewels radiating a savory sheen. A finger tests the muscle, a pianist poised over ruin. And then: a grunt, “the trick,” a gesture, sleight masking ripened fruit. And my snake, swollen, pounding, thick and huge, slithers through her smooth underbrush. The Calvary arrives, a swarm of bees in spurred leather. Engines rev, Bouffants tumble, spiderweb eyeliner, one blink from collapse. Ten-gallon hats deflate, soft as old balloons left out in the sun. 
Starlings chime down an alleyway.

Meatball Noose

Corked off glue, oral mucosa clamped, oyster bald razor, thumb running along twine binding the package, a conductor testing violin tension. Hairy balls of fire, a jackdaws caw, drawing her in with dirty sticky wet joy. Creaks on bed springs, open windows, neighbors staring, a drumbeat counting down to rupture. The squeezebox gripped tight, seething under bare back muds. Breath, a bird in a cage, jabbing at the bars of her ribs. Burnt-out fluorescent light, firefly flash caught behind bone. Hands unwrap with surgeon’s grace, flesh revealed: pink, marbled, mutinous. The cuts: rare, exotic jewels radiating a savory sheen. A finger tests the muscle, a pianist poised over ruin. And then: a grunt, “the trick,” a gesture, sleight masking ripened fruit. And my snake, swollen, pounding, thick and huge, slithers through her smooth underbrush. The Calvary arrives, a swarm of bees in spurred leather. Engines rev, Bouffants tumble, spiderweb eyeliner, one blink from collapse. Ten-gallon hats deflate, soft as old balloons left out in the sun. 
Starlings chime down an alleyway.

I Breathe Past, Present and Future

Without air, even for a single minute, 
I would not be able to live, nor survive. 
What does the invisible gas have in it?
What keeps me healthy, happy, and alive? 

I breathe mysterious stuff that I can't see...
or can I spy, as my lungs deflate, inflate, 
indelible impressions of memories
of friends, of loves, in my breath devoid of weight?

Or in the precious, sparkling moment, now,
as the airy breeze is pierced by the sun's warm ray,
gleaming on leaves rustling on every branch and bough,
does a lilting birdsong, this medium convey?

Future dreams, too, are in my respiration,
and while time may bring me breathless to my knees,
Every vision, hope, and aspiration,
May one day become a new youth's memories.

The Price of Pink

In a world painted shades of rose,
Where costs are hidden, no one knows,
A silent burden, an unseen fee,
That rests on women, unfairly.

A razor's edge, a bottle's hue,
The price deflate for things in blue,
Yet when in pink, the cost ascends,
A subtle tax, which never ends.

A shampoo bottle, a gentle scent,
But dollars more are often spent,
For lotions, creams, and fashion threads,
For something that society spreads.

They say it’s choice, it’s just supply,
But why should pink make wallets cry?
In aisles where colors softly gleam,
It’s more than just a consumer’s dream.

For girls are taught from tender youth,
That beauty’s cost is simply truth,
But let us break this rosy chain,
And paint the world with fairer gain.

No more the silent tax we pay,
Let equality lead the way,
For every dollar, every cent,
Should reflect what’s truly spent.

Motivation

“When lilacs last in the dooryard bloomed, . . . ”
the weary high-school student read with a sigh.
The sun had long since set and darkness loomed.
Each night, homework and slumber for Todd’s time vie.
His interests do not in somber poetry lie.

With misty eyes, his teacher, so deeply affected
while reading Whitman’s lines aloud, hoped to stimulate
an appreciation for their timeless themes. Often, she corrected
the class for childish, insensitive actions that tend to deflate
a teacher’s hopes—passing notes, napping, etc.-- Do better times await?

No efforts to cajole them into class participation
with rewards—extra points, field trips, etc.—have gone far;
but their interests in other areas rise to elation:
etching on metal, acting, sports, and playing the guitar.
Perhaps their view of poetry will someday be up to par.

I Finally Saw the Debate

I finally saw the debate,
My spirits prepared to deflate,
For I’d heard it was rough
(Lies are hard to rebuff)
But I needed to get it all straight.

I agree that Joe Biden looked weak
And he fumfers when trying to speak,
Yet the bully he faced
With his falsehoods disgraced
Every viewer while raising my pique.

Why Bash/Tapper allowed him to rant
While ignoring their questions, I grant
Made him look like a fool,
Though, despite ridicule,
To his fans it will not disenchant.

Both debaters most likely rehearsed
And in private, each other they’ve cursed.
Still, to watch made me mad
For, though one came off bad,
It’s the other I’m dreading the worst.

Turn Envy the Green Eyed Monster to you can do this, You can

Envy the green eyed monster
can be harnessed to achieve a goal

I currently have a want for fitness
it's eluded while my life was on hold

So I am mustering up my health
and working on my stamina

And feeding up my ego
because in the end its chutzpah thats its anima

You have to attack with vigor
and have a plan you adjust along the way

You have to be single minded
and self congratulate to make it stay

For envy does not really serve
and it can actually deflate your cause

Because you don't ask for advice
and align with those who have achieved what you want

For those that have blazed those trails
can tell you their recipe

It may be the thing you can exactly do
or it may be an energetic zing

But use your emotional energy
to fuel your restless tide

And keep an open mind
and move ahead with pride

Turn Envy the Green Eyed Monster to you can do this!! You can!   - Artimus (C)  Susan Manley 3/11/24 8:43AM

Afters

Fourteen pounds; that’s a bucket of lard
And losing that shouldn’t be so hard
It’s turkey, pud and let’s not quibble
A pretty frequent midnight nibble

It’s one whole stone of belly fat
Inflating what was firm and flat
Slimline tonic won’t do that 
So did I eat an alley cat?

Six-point-three-five Kilograms
Twice what sometimes fills our prams
Were I pregnant, for my sins
Could be that I’m toting twins

But I’ve had lots of Christmases
And I’m sure when I tell you this
Six weeks watching what I eat
Will make my tummy nice and neat

The trifle’s gone, as is the meat
All the savoury, all the sweet
It’s time to watch my waist deflate
With smaller servings on my plate

And so I put away the gin
And tonic with no sugar in
For gin gives me an appetite 
That makes me nibble late at night

So, fourteen pounds; that is my goal
A resolution in my soul
But, by the gin, before my eyes 
A box - unopened - of mince pies!

Feel of Character

I still recall
I still feel
Feel the pain
Feel the strength
Strength of mind
Strength of spirit
Spirit kept me alive
Spirit that fought
Fought as an underdog
Fought against chance
Chance to breathe
Chance to shine
Shine to heal
Shine like stars
Stars that delight
Stars that inspire
Inspire to create
Inspire self-belief
Self-belief ends doubt
Self-belief helps to succeed
Succeed against setbacks
Succeed to progress
Progress for dreams
Progress for fate
Fate is in our hands
Fate can take time
Time never stops
Time can be a nemesis
Nemesis full of ego
Nemesis we can defeat
Defeat can deflate
Defeat has lessons
Lessons to stop mistakes
Lessons I've learned
Learned to mature
Learned to heal my soul
Soul is silent
Soul is poetry
Poetry is my catharsis
Poetry is my truth
Truth sets you free
Truth brings justice
Justice for the oppressed
Justice needs principles
Principles give us morals
Principles define character
Character gets us through life
Character brings love
Love...
Life...

The Fox

The fox was looking for a mate
So, that he could take on a date
To help cure his lonely heart
But no one played the part
Which caused his heart to deflate

Magical Pills

It could raise all this.
Or it may inflame that.
As Your vision spins
both ears start to flap.

So, hold on a minute.
No need to act fast.
Knowing those are risks.
Don't burn out and crash.

These Magical pills
smell like bad fishy trash.
Just take another hit
but pony up the cash.

Say, it gives You the chills.
With a gray itchy rash.
May erase this.
And deflate that.

Ten Pandemic Haiku

Warm June afternoon
The mirror I stare into
Shows my coldest fear

In the summer air
Dancing molecules of sweat
Await a new home

Its spikes like arrows
Our cells a shield of tissue
Waiting to be torn

Too little, too much
Sacs deflate while cells rush in
To stave infection

Thousands cram the tent
Muttering, howling voices
Spewing contagion

Donning faded scrubs
She thinks about her children
Which is more humane?

Without joy or hope
We lock ourselves in shelters
Living for TV

Dark and boarded up
Once a bright and bustling space
Now a silent shell

Connected by bits
Books and pictures framing us 
We come together

Distant memories…
A hug between two comrades 
Hearts embrace as one

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