Entangling Poems | Examples

Caduceus

When the merpeople queen met the serpentine people king,
Feelings aroused within them, making it more than a fling.
Their tails began gently entangling, a caduceus forming.

The Journey Within

Days along the mysterious path,  
    Doors open to the unknown.  
The strange accompanies me;  
I become a turbulent sea.  

I hear no knock on my door,  
But I see strangers in my room.  
      They awaken elements of the deep;  
I become a vessel of conflicting thoughts.  

There’s a rising of the unseen,  
        A gathering of the invisible.  
There are two worlds in my chamber;  
I become an enigma.  

Visions from my mind walk into the daylight,  
    There’s an entangling by the tendrils of darkness.  
I push against the tide and the assailants;  
I become a fiery warrior.

Knowing Angels

Angels are almost silent
Subtle 
treadbare steppers
subliminal stalkers 
determinedly quiet 
except at choir 
a pair of cherubic hums 
can equivalate 
to the drones 
of a billion bees. 

Can you separate 
the noises
of bouncing sparrows 
on wet sands,
from belly-down
thin-skinned slitherers 
roaming in beds of grass - 
obscenely dense, 
from burglarizing ants at a picnic party?

Angels are seen
since they come to visit. 
Unannounced,
but friendly faces 
beaconing
like lighthouses.
Their halogen coronets 
fulgurate and exorcise 
diabolical agency. 
                                                                  
Other angels may be noticed. 
An invasive host 
shod in threatening boots 
dangling peace and safety
but entangling angles
strangle. 
Hopes
course
in descension:
brambles
boulders 
ports of fire.

The Human Blood Vessels

Our blood vessels are super magical
They are like wires interwoven together
Without entangling with each other
It's unique flowing like stream
Big and small lines busy working
Transporting blood in and out the body
All the way working non-stop 
If these vessels are connected
It measured 97,000 kilometers
It can travel the world over two times.

Dream-like Quality

What is to be known of the honey comb?
A frightening look at overcrowding at home.

She comes to this tribal gathering in robes,
wearing slippers, newsprint on her thumb.

Affection awaits the cat, whose attitude carefully
adjusted, has decided to stay off this ottoman.

It is February, and the weather remains cold.
To be warm, I should flip the calendar to autumn.

Tomorrow, let us fly rainbow kites of our sensual
minds, entangling kite tails of the color chrome.

Another day of endless poetry in her dreams.
The poetess composes another dreamy poem.

A Lass I Lost

Riddle me this
How is it that one loses their soulmate?

I mean, from across the universe 
You unite 
Amid all the signs of auspicious coincidence 
And then after years of making such union
Familiar, known but ultimately mundane
You just as unexpectedly part.

Is it a cruel mistake
Or the fortuitous unfolding of one’s twisted fate?

Such is life with its volumes and chapters
Full of stories
Each one complicated by myriad tangents 
As each character interacts
Their own paths expanding and entangling
In labyrinths 
Layer upon layer 
A tangled web of blue.

And so we meet in recognition
And then part, to go where on our individual ways?

Some things are just not for us to know,
But what can be known, as time continues
Is that the ties that bind 
Are never ever really loosed.
And in this there is solace and continuity
Of souls forever mated and bound
Despite our twisted fates
Until next our labyrinthine ways connect. 

Life goes on, after all, forever and forever
Within us and without us.

(11/2/24)

FISTFUL

Fistful butterflies sway along with the wind.
Ever frolicking through the vibrant desires.

Fistful sand slipping down in haste.
Unbothered about the delays and tussles around.

Fistful days flipping over.
Highlighting every single day.

Fistful memories binding themselves together.
Creating a most treasured treatise.

Fistful wishes probable, contingent or disguise.
Forever igniting the coal inside.

Fistful choices through the passable maze.
Attempt to escape but no respite.

Fistful thoughts sparkling out of palpitating chords.
Capable of entangling entire life.

Fistful learning running through the veins.
Enabling sturdy stature to prevent the derail.

Fistful steps towards the embarkation.
Creating a journey that travels through the stars.

Fistful smiles fluttering around in joy.
Contagiously sorting out the difficulties and sorrow.

Fistful opportunities that emanate from hard work.
Enough to be the cynosure through the rise.

Fistful always lets the phoenix rise.
Every creation is a conscious choice.

Fistful time .....may what....may I write!

3min Write' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Dated: 16.09.2024

Nightmares Are Waiting

Writing metaphors 
          with psychedelic ink,
but they are living things;
          taking me to hell in a basket 
          of my own creation.

I open my mouth to scream,
           and out come flying wings
like seraphim fleeing flames 
            from my unkempt mind;
            a portal of delusion.

Psychedelic ink in lines
          of script like code,
entangling my brain,
          invading the hidden place
          where nightmares are waiting.

Knotty

I cannot just confront the spider web 
It sticks to my face wherever I go 
Like the physique-psyche entangling ebb 
Uncertainty, in each vein, seems to flow  

Muscle knot happens; so too do vein knots
Isn't Kith and Kin link-line a we too?
There are knots amidst showy flower pots 
Doesn't the relationships seem to woe?

I say to my children to be careful 
Life, indeed, is a web, so enticing
Good and bad walk together to fulfill
I feel, as though, O......... my heart is slicing

Knot your relationships, I say, people 
Our life and hope is like a church steeple

Musings of Word Whisperers

Musings of Word Whisperers

Beloved lovers of words
love wordplay and twiddles
riddles and entwining romps
entangling twists and turns

Peg

DREAM BIG, NEXT TIME, DREAM BIGGER.
CAPITAL BITTER HILL GURU BEAST.
CAMILLE IS NOW A STATE OF MIND.

MEG, PEG, SLAY IT'S A DIFFERENCE.
DON'T PUNISH THE PRISIONERS, AND
OUR ART OF WAR, POLITICAL PRIZZI'S HONOR.

NEXT TIME PEG HAVE A LEG HERO.
DESPICABLE US, DOUBLE DARE, SECOND
CHANCE AT LIFE.  STAY WITH THE ANN LIVELY,
MINORITY REPORT.  

SUNG SHI GU FU.
PEG'S NAME ON A MEDALLION.
MATTER STAYED BLACK.
PEGASUS LIVES ON, WHAT OUR DREAMS HAVE COME TRUE.
BE MINDFUL AND THOUGHTFUL WITH WORDS PEG.
NEEDLING OF THE RICHTER SCALE, BALANCING THE THREAD.
EQUILIBRIUMS ADJUSTED INTO FALLEN TEETH.
PEG MISS PEARLIE CROWNED WITH GOLD.  

ENTANGLING THE WAY THE ROOT GROWS.

Sycophants At the Soup

Definition..one who uses obsequious compliments, 
to gain self-serving favor or advantage from another. 



P…parasites who want payback
H..harmful  hucksters, hedonists
O…obsessive, offenders, outlandish 
N..nebulous, narcisstic, nuisances 
I….impetuous imbeciles, imposing
E..egocentrical, entangling, enemies
S…support-savages, so selfish!


              4/ 23/2023

Elevated Being

In what way will we understand this?
Dopamine candy, groping, stoking doses
Fully arousing in deepest clarity. 
Circular selves,
Porous places in and out,
Echo and shout.

Interior spaces 
Glowing, fading traces.
Some scary faces,
Some easy embraces.
Liquid, feedback lucid looping,
Temporal and psychic standing,
And stooping, regrouping.
Ordered by silent commanding.
But no one is demanding.

Observer and possessor,
Obsessor and transgressor, 
Cybernetic controls,
Systems in parallel.
entangling pacing realms,
quantum ghosts in pell-mell.
 
Wonder is never childish enough
Until it is sufficiently old.
What lives and deaths 
Must be breathed and passed? 
In what way will we understand this?

Twist of Fate

Entangling always
Occuring all on its own.
Only a matter
If you unwind together,
Or sit until you’re alone.

Night Time Calls

The night watchman and darkness make their calls
As we sleep inside those four walls
Creatures of the night unfold
Trolling nightmares creep and crawl 
Into those forbidden thoughts inside our mind
Installing fears in an inward bind
Dread is a thick rope entangling till it chokes 
A cold sweat taking hold!
Kindred demons released by a spell
The moon even in hiding behind a shroud 
Everyone wearing ghastly or ghostly features
Dream on and protected you will be
As she sits and watches from that old Banyan tree!

10.6.22
Creatures of the night
Sponsor: Julia Ward

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