Oblong outlines of a soul
Stretched in elliptical misery
Redefines the perfect circle
To a breakable volatile tautness
Loosely cloaked in sheaths of epitonic blue
Draped upon the shrinking body to hide a terrified world
Dressed in swirling ominous patterns of anonymity
To be lost within the deepest abyss of fatal fear
Planted like a tenuous girder of iron truth
On a bridge of no return
There is no departure from excruciating fear
From this wicked self-imposed poltergeist
An unseen force deliberates death
Smothering with tremulous trepidation
Annihilating the essence of existence
With no bond found on common ground
There lies the secret
Within the mystery of a soul’s distress
The exorcism of human strength
As fear brings the will of life to a standstill
7-12-2023
Once upon a time in the United States,
Came a chap from England, a Sir Master Bates…
For they opened the doors at the guarded gates,
Off to Washington with his great debates…
Too much of a scholar to have any mates,
Always searching the Capital to find some dates…
Thus with a firm upper hand, he associates,
Trying to get relief as he desperately deliberates…
A silent sensitive scholar for he lavishly liquidates,
Within the chamber of commerce as he humiliates…
As he puts a showering show for his delegates,
And therefore cleaning up his act as he masculates
Within the body caucus, he deeply demonstrates,
Like a volcanic eruption, he modestly motivates…
But the lava is lukewarm for his speech emaciates,
Time to retire for the day as the caucus updates.
March.03.2020
A Rattling Rhyme 2
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
N/A for Contest
years from now heavenly court deliberates - Zuckerberg wears two horns
January 25, 2019
Entry in "Heavenly Monoku" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
This genteel lady contemplates,
A pensive glance across each page.
Her book by choice; deliberates.
This novel from a bygone age,
A sad romantic love affair.
With wistful smile, then vacant look,
Partakes the comfort of a chair.
As perfume lingers on the book,
Imagination will impart,
This fantasy inside her head.
A young girl with a broken heart.
Her handsome suitor, she thinks dead.
Some time goes by, more teardrops flow.
With gentleness i brush her face,
A smile appears and then i know.
Once more she's played with style and grace,
An actress with the leading role.
Sweet memories, are fading fast,
This library, it soothes the soul
Since days of splendour, long gone past.
She waves and curtsies; no ones there.
A far off voice inside my head,
Broke memories we both did share.
Wake up! It's time to go, it said.
8/ 10/ 2015.
It brought me to my senses,
The wild contempt of lavender
Tiptoeing safely to each nostril -
As the gangly zephyrs took heed,
In brief wrangles a moments peak,
Telling me, what month it was.
A place where thoughts may tell,
What traces blind could never hide
No hemlock sensed, but nostrils did!
Is shown as May, as the eyes can see.
Hold twists of fate O’er coastal cliffs,
Toast the view as a aperitif would do.
While mushrooms gloat in spores
The tastes of rustic, fathom cloisters,
To religious orders in heaven’s scent
Sprawl in clasp, an easy task you ask,
What is it that you see?-
Billowed, over a region in asters high
Prompts each tree t’wards the sky.
Where godly suave, the hone of purpose
Deliberates more in transient mood,
Producing concoctions, as ethics haste
The swollen glands my eyes would tell;
Interloping hand in hand on pixie trails
Relishing childhood with mile a minute,
Overtaking sessions to embalm the musk,
Where bark had fallen, crumpled -
Softly shod, as May, as the eyes can see.
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.