Indigestible Poems | Examples

Indigestible

My heart is a pelican beak.  
Opens wide but never sings.
Conceals what the tongue cannot survive.
Drips salt from truths left unchewed.
A pouch tucked with fishbones,
straining to sift the indigestible

An Invitation to Dinner

I’d invite you and your wife to dinner
but my wife’s cooking is, well, no winner.
I guarantee that after the first bite
my prediction will kill your appetite
and in short time you’ll be speeding
from your chair to the bathroom heaving.
But if like me you had to sit and eat until
your plate was clean of every morsel
piled on it no matter how distasteful
it appeared or how indigestible,
my advice you’ll find most practical: 
wear your running shoes, spare the table.

Judas

Betrayal's kiss was liquidly subtle, wet with firm
intuition
It's knowing lips soft & unassuming exuded
an aura of lust
Full of temptation it beckoned me portraying
illusions of trust,
but behind the mask were sharp teeth seeking
bloody incisions
The intimacy came with bad intentions closely
guarding its actions,
but being adjacent afforded insight into its 
deadliest passions
My reaction were firewalls to be erected 
at once,
as I stood in the middle of 2 pillars pondering
destruction of fronts
The aforementioned affront was spoken of to
the deepest of mind,
but was ignored as toxic venom intoxicated
the mind
The silver lining? A coined phrase hanging
like ropes from a tongue
"Make sure that you look before you leap" as more
betrayals will come
The warning was heeded so I escaped by the
skin of my teeth,
as the streets watched the intersections speaking
of the fate I would meet
In the end, I was delivered from the mouth of
the beast, emerging with mindset
firmly intact
I was meat, but indigestible because my peace
brought equilibrium back

Tastes Like Chocolate

“‘Walden' is so indigestible that many hungry people abandon it because it makes them mildly sick, each sentence  being an anchovy spread, and the whole thing too salty and nourishing for one sitting.” - E.B. White

I want to write you a poem
that tastes a little bit more like
orange slices, cooked with brown sugar
and covered in chocolate like
you used to make every weekend
that we would eat with coffee
every morning when you would
sleep over, slowly making
our way downstairs after
a long night of me reassuring you
that you did in fact turn 
the stove off and that no, we won’t
get robbed in the middle of the night.
But I don’t know how to cook
and much less how to write a poem
that tastes  as sweet as your love.

In Oblivion

Like a dream 
You have vanished in the wake of dawn
Like a Fairy tale
You have become a Memory full of disbelief 
Like a Wish
You have turned out to be unreachable

If this Farewell be
Then Farewell No more do I have to say
For Words have I found Not
And Tears Have I neither lacked 
Since you kissed life goodbye

Before the clock hits 12 at midnight 
On the 23rd day of a September Born of 2022
You’d be in a new home
Dug six feet beneath the earth you once walked on 

Pitiful Sight!
Indigestible thought!
Yet Irreversible!
A pill bigger than the glass that waters it down!

Heartbreaking!
Yes, Heart Wrecking!
That is what this emptiness will continue to be known for!

Adieu, My Bestie!
Adieu, Aunt like no other!
Adieu, Cheerfulness Overdose!
Adieu, Till we meet to part no more!
For this very farewell,
I find no words to say.

Sentimentality

A sentimental writer
tries to ram manufactured feelings
down our throats.
Those of us inclined toward an appreciation
of authentic emotions
will feel the bile rising 
as we try to digest what we deem to be
indigestible.

A reader or a writer who -
like a connoisseur of fine foods and wines -
enjoys what is natural 
and devoid of artificial additives
will (upon reading overly seasoned and flavored
sentimental poetry)
most likely wish to
literally vomit.

May 25, 2022 for Julia Ward's 
Sentimentality Poetry Contest

Carolyn, Mortified

Recipice Precipice
Carolyn Child would be
Mortified watching me
Cooking with joy and glee
Random ingredients
Thrown in a pot!

Hardly comestible
Near-indigestible
Never repeatable
Undefatigable
Principal requisite
Just make it hot!

————-

Not a pure double dactyl, but in the spirit of one…

Julia Carolyn Child is the person, I pronounce Ju-li-a,
but the syllable counter pronounces Jul-ya,
so I went with her middle name.

Hiraeth

Home, a peaceful state of mind; 
Indigestible, impossible to find;
Raging in a retched restlessness, 
abstract visions, nothing tangible; 
Every echo emerging swallowing me,
taking with it my overturned roots;
How can I find my way home?

Rejection Selection

If I have to receive rejections, you would think I could at least get the kind of rejection slips that I would like to get. Here are a few rejections that I haven't received. Yet.

"Unpalatable!" --Gourmet
"Try our Fiction Department." --True Story
"Too padded. Trim it down." --Weight Watcher
"No! No! No!--Positive Living Magazine
"Sorry!" --Good News Magazine
"Indigestible!" --Reader's Digest
"You've missed the mark!" --Guideposts
"Doesn't suit our needs." --Gentlemen's Quarterly
"Out of step." --Military Review
"Clean it up!" --Good Housekeeping
"Not relative." --Family Circle
"Not our style." --Glamour

The World In Masquerade Game

In the world

There is not barbed wire fencing of romance,
not sterility of bull story,
not indigestible speech of life

There the independence is as the multiform mind
where changing comes daily
but, as the worsen jaundiced body

There despotic reign
writes by left hand
the forehead of grave
in a little period of masquerade game


- Tuesday, July 16, 2019 Chattogram

Indelible Indigestible Ineffective Inks Baking a Pie With Mouldy Fruits

A clicking clock is a sound warden. A stereo monologue of one syllable. Like an om om. But an om is neither an omega nor a nom nom. And nom noms are said to be as righteous as driving around a drive or a lane with a clear view in sight of a previously blanked out blanket trees. Blanket trees are so very comfortable. Great aren't they?. Loose leaf pillows and a solid base trunk. Unbelievable the sights and sounds of a sewing and knitting course. Click click then but no den made in a duplex pile of material crocheted hems. Cross patch then. Ha ha mr whippet playing with a block of blue ice cream. Ha mangled moöns drying after spin cycle. C v dancing with bodies in a clearing. Clap. Operatic ostriches neighing to ovations. X x x x x incineration z z z z

Intoxication

The secretion of a Lilly is often mistaken for the timbers of a concrete ball. Many a time is the goldfish singing for a curry. Golden gophers gluing glitter. A wolf dancing in a stew of peas is more happy than a porcupine on a rocket powered skateboard.ooooh grammar of framing a drugged frog is as indigestible as spinning around the earth twice after consuming large amounts of beer. Like a tidal wave then. Humming. Humorous isn't it. Turbulent tambourines turning tripe. Intoxication z.

A Pint of Bitter No Probem

A Pint of Bitter…sure-

At the registrar office we´re getting married 
when I noticed on her papers she had been
married 5 times….hold on you never told me 
this, I thought you had been married once and
had a daughter with him. I have of think about 
this marriage left she accosted me in the street 
and said; but what about the caterers, sausage 
rolls and pies?

Cheshire; rain and I dislike indigestible food.
I a walked into a pub and had chicken in a basket 
with chips and a pint of beer. Her brother came in 
and 12 pints of beer later I agreed to marry his sister. 
The rest was a blur working men´s clubs and more beer.
The English working class is a tribe and I didn´t fit in.
I went back to sea again but that bloody piece of paper
with my name on took years to erase.

Let Me Love You Again

Let not tomorrow come if 
I alone must stand.
Vain is love if not 
Everlasting. 

Let me cuddle this desire,
Anchor me in your soft flesh
Until with liquid sighs I 
Gather myself.
Heave me up, if I’m indigestible.

Am I the only one who thirsts for this?
Never again my love; to love this way is evil.
Deep thoughts scale mountain crags to a place of once true love.

Listen, that’s the sound of love stealing laughter.
Oh, how deafening is this silent sound.
Vain is love if not
Eternal.

Bread of Remorse

Eat thou not the bread of remorse
For its taste is bitter, tough, coarse

Made from many wrong of yesterdays
As it has aged, dried__ changed assays

Replays of when it was just baked
And of those whom heartbreak suffered

From puerile stunts and brainless words
Discords that filled that loaf's innards

Now moldy, indigestible
This bread, remorse......abominable


In Honor of Brian Strand's contest
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