as they
understand and
drive snorting
oxybenzene not
greatly unawares
of lightheaded
reflective breath
a spiteful
zombie confronting
again brainwashed
beret sociopath
unfalteringly abusive
handicap boloney
that parade
marches gloatingly
gutenberg freebee
would gratify
faulty ghost
with nonsweet
buttercup ooze
always demonstrate
rinse towel
you encounter
this reschedule
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 21–27, 2026)
I wish
I could blame
The salt water waves and humidity
High school daydreams
Shoved in his backpack
On the flight to you
Thoughts bouncing off clouds-
How delightful
How impressionable your empathy is
It gets easily lightheaded
After clutching face kind of kisses
And calling you “baby”
His shoes
Neatly in the corner by yours
Quickly turn to
His empty wallet
Collecting sun damage on your counter
With penny worth promises of change
Opening up a suitcase
Of emotional wounds
From demons with the face of old loves
Littering
Your house
But mostly your mind
Until common sense
Got too claustrophobic
Under the weight of him
He concealed
The erraticism
Into an obligation on your finger
A little gleaming distraction
From the disheveled rubble
He left back home
Trying to keep
The dust of me
Under your rug
For I was
Years old intimate boredom
Soothed in tv static
You deserve better
Than his words dripping in honey
That just end up left out to harden
The grass is slick and cresting.
Between a thinned-out thicket,
a white light ogles through it.
A faceless sky is elevator gray,
nothing to measure, no steppingstones
for see-through lighthouses.
Here in the rootless byways
of shiftless realities,
treetops break the surface,
of leaden puddles,
frogs perch,
dripping waterlogged croaks.
There are no shores
for somnambulant seagulls.
I am too lightheaded,
miasmic margins
numb the humdrum.
Footsteps crunch upon clouds,
doubt tugs at
'out of depth' ankle bones.
Haven’t been on soup much today
Been feeling ill some kind of way
Can’t put my finger on why I am sick
Did I catch a bug was it my last dish
I’m in no pain thank God for favor
So poetry soup I can now savor
Just feeling nauseous tired and lightheaded
Writing poems is a jones done from pink bed
I am getting used to feeling like I am constantly on edge
Like life is spinning out of control
Like I will explode if I get one more piece of bad news
Like life is stacked against me
Yes, I have faith that I will be ok,
that things will work out,
that God is with me in this journey
that life is still good
Some days it feels like I can’t get a deep breath
like my heart is fluttering
like I am lightheaded and am going to pass out
but physically I am fine
My heart rate is high but strong and steady
my oxygen levels are fine
I am healthy and on the outside
things are fine
But inside is another story
my mind is racing
all of life’s issues running on a constant loop
I feel like a mess
People say to just “Deal with it”
I am trying my very best
I have seen a therapist,
I take meds, and check in frequently with others
Mental Health is very important
If you know someone struggling,
don’t judge or tell them to get it together
Really listen to them, or just hold their hand
Lightheaded I ambled
towards the lonely pub.
Liquor helps sometimes you know.
It burns the mind,
empties it
of niggling thoughts,
of subtle yearnings,
of ambitious aspirations.
There she was
redhead and flushed.
A companion in distress.
We drank together,
confessed together,
envied together.
Time's up.
Outwards we lurched
hugging each other
towards the beach
where empty cabins
gave us respite.
Morning arrived.
She was not there.
Pity!
I knew not her name.
Might as well call her
whisky.
First Kiss
While embracing
They look into each other's eyes
They are the only two people on the planet
Her lips are moist soft and warm
His tongue gently parts her lips
Her tongue meets his
Their eyes close
His hand caresses her back
Comes to rest on her buttocks
He feels her pressing against him
They smile and feeling lightheaded
Sit for awhile
*
A wet floor sign now
Where you once stood.
Lightheaded from the intoxicating scent.
Knees weak and trembling.
Dopamine hits like a truck.
Addicted now to the source.
Nose flares in search.
Sweat beads on the forehead.
Desire drives the urge…
You move the mop bucket to the next aisle…
i am dizzy right now and i am unable to be able
i simply refuse to reestablish my common sense
i choose stubbornness and it has now caused me mad pain
maybe i will grab my sweety's throw blanket and sleep in front of the chiropractor's door
i am lightheaded right now and i am unable to be able
i create stanzas of excuses moonlighting as poems
i am an unfinished basements salesman specializing in repetitive wolf tickets
maybe i will grab my starlight's forest green furry bathrobe and sleep in front of the orthopedic doctor's door
i am confused right now and i am unable to be able
i am a right handed pitcher of habitual lies in a dry desert
i am a left handed denialologist with only disorted images on the obvious picture
maybe i will borrow my lady's always warm brain and go to the wall of her primary doctor and knock some sense into myself until opening hours
Head is foggy,
Knees shake,
Hands quake.
Suicidal again.
Cotton mouth,
Nausea,
Lightheaded,
Suicidal again.
Numb,
Confusion,
Head is aching.
Suicidal again.
Distant voices,
Hot and cold flashes,
Suicidal again.
Pain,
Tears,
Self destructive behavior,
Suicidal again.
Exhaustion,
Isolation,
Self medication,
Suicidal again.
Chain smoke,
Can’t eat,
Suicidal again.
Gods turned his back on me;
I’ll turn my back on him.
Suicidal again.
Truly,
The only way out…
Suicidal again.
Where is it
My mind I have lost
Carried away
Like a letter in the post
A void need filling
To stop the spinning
I'm going mad
no ecstacy I'm feeling
The words aren't making sense
I feel lightheaded
It's no pretense
This body's beheaded
So spare me lord
Take my soul
For it is all I can afford
And bless it...
Legerity in my history
So my transparency
What
Lightness in moment numbness agility
Lethargic
Legerity
What
Prosperity
Flexibility in my mind
Metal still legerity
Lack of weight By
What
Due to homelessness
Lightness feeling and touch
Hopelessness
Lightheaded feelings in touch zero gravity
Property legerity
What
7/10/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
The catch in your breath
your pulsating chest
You're lightheaded, silly
tongue babbling, willy-nilly
Eviscerated, all that
when she crosses your path
Your heart turned to stone
bare survival alone
Laughter with old pals,
like an immaculate song
can't be out of tune
It is life dancing
in lightheaded wisp of time-
a glass always full
-Nicola An
Panagiota's Dream
With trepidation she picked up her pen.
Should I try this now.......or when?
Her Muse whispered in her ear!
"It's now or never, poetess, dear!"
Ah, that word "poetess" made her
divinely lightheaded.
And thus, my friends, she and her
pen are most happily wedded!
August 7, 2020
7:45pm PSt
Sub Categories
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.