Moulded Poems | Examples

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Ugliness

As when out, late walking
Blackness confronting
Face-moulded, mime whose response
Ugliness does bring.

Having pulled back in shock
Screamed, scaring a flock
That screwed up, so horrified
What in place does lock.

Instinctual! As both share
What is of it bare:
Whose appeal, would otherwise
The Divine declare.

Plastics for Product Designers

If your parts need to impress
Make them out of ABS

Or if they need to be tough and cheap
Make them out of Poly ‘Peep’

If they need to be really strong
Parts should be moulded in Nylon

And if that’s not enough to pass
You might want to add some glass

When they need to be clear not opaque
You could use Polycarbonate

But if its Cola that you see
It could be made from PET

And if your bottle has a sporting theme
Its likely made from Polythene

Now you know them its fantastic 
Never specify………Just Plastic

Premium Member The Anthropomorphic Cabinet, 1936 by Salvador Dali

I speak to the skylights
          of your tender soul
in formless forms
    in eccentric accents
aching in aloneness...
when tragedies of footprints
   remain a sculptured secret ~
like an untitled nightfall
dressed in denied definitions

avoiding the touch 
of perception 
   for mindfulness mirrors
memories I hoard
within titanium trays 
of masked melancholy…

but I long for you to wear
chronicles carved within
    my cold conscience ~ 
a universe layered
with moulded memoirs 

tell me how it feels
to be a beautiful burden
to the jinxed jewels
feasting upon 
scrutinized skin of silence 
   skeletons of psyche ~
too complex 
      for concave light...

  let me stay ~ stretched
in the still solitary sketch
          of surrealism ...
I am not a vision
     of gold and glitter
that wicked weavers
can materialize
but an unnamed sight ~ 
a breathing mystery 
the eyes of unfelt dusk
      fail to stroll through…

         intoxicated on pain
 ~ an ecstasy etched through angst ~
    to never be tamed 
                   to never be told


First love

I miss us 
The US which never existed
The late night calls,
The secret talks, sneak out,
And everything that falls
You were my treasure,
I found on my dark island
But now everything fells silent
Numb maybe
I was so used to you
That without you there was no me 
I was always scared of being alone 
Nevermind you moulded me into a stone
You didn't broke my heart babe
U took it with you 
But i deserve to know for who
Was I so unlovable
Or was I too available.
I wish i could do the same
Wish you could know what it feels to be In flames
Love is such a blessing 
But you made it a cursing.
But I realized I was not in love with you
I was in love with the idea of you.

First love

I miss us 
The US which never existed
The late night calls,
The secret talks, sneak out,
And everything that falls
You were my treasure,
I found on my dark island
But now everything fells silent
Numb maybe
I was so used to you
That without you there was no me 
I was always scared of being alone 
Nevermind you moulded me into a stone
You didn't broke my heart babe
U took it with you 
But i deserve to know for who
Was I so unlovable
Or was I too available.
I wish i could do the same
Wish you could know what it feels to be In flames
Love is such a blessing 
But you made it a cursing.
But I realized I was not in love with you
I was in love with the idea of you.

The Echo of My Existence

You are the source of my soul.
The colour of my blood.
The lilt of my accent.
The waves of the ocean.
The wind of the night.
The beginning and the ending of me.
Your craters moulded the depth of my eyes.
Your dust painted the colour of my skin.
Your light kissed my body to life.
I am utterly devoted to your illumination.
Years after my separation to you, on this beautiful land I recognised you for the first time. We talked for hours until dawn and from that day on, you never left. 
And I never forgot.
Your residual filled my lungs and your orbiting holes of light hummed through my veins.
I lit up, stardust and moondust shimmering within my roots, giving me a sense of faded nostalgia and a déjà vu that acknowledged you.
You were my home.
You are my home.
My place of origin.
My place of birth.
My place of creation.
I am a child of the cosmos.
A devotee to the universe.
A skin of stars.
A heart outweighing gravity.
A loyal disciple, belonging only to you.
I am an angel of the moon.
And I will end where I once began.
For even in my ending, I belong solely to you.


Premium Member He was, Is, Is to come '

I am not..An Islamist' nor a zionist.' Neither
Am I homophobic or a climate doomster/pagan( i fear no man ) i reject the many isams..Labels that sprang from a
False idealogical dawn.' I am though an Australian
Born and moulded'  in a ' hard yet fair land' above all, of what i am and am not.' Rests
The Lordship of Christ, who observes each,
And every jot.' Come Lord at whatever time
For I am yours..I pray only that you are are mine.'

Tick Tock, Tick Tock

Tick tock, tick tock
If I don't get help I'm going to drop
Tick tock, tick tock
Sleep deprivation is a ticking clock

Tick tock, tick tock
My body's about to go into shock
Tick tock, tick tock
My mind has hit a massive road block

Tick tock, tick tock
All I hear is knock knock knock
Tick tock, tick tock
All I'm doing is watching the clock

Can't sleep, can't eat
Can't sit still in my moulded seat
Can't concentrate,  brain turned off
I hope this breakdown is a one off

Figures moving, I am scared
Can't lift my legs to go down the stairs
Voices talking,  their so loud
It's like I'm standing in a crowd 

Want to die but want to live
Undecided if I'll survive 
Tick tock, tick tock
There it is that damn clock

Turn it off, it needs to end
I take back all iv said
Tick tock, tick tock
All I hear is knock knock knock

Time to end or time to begin
I have to find the strength within
Tick tock, tick tock
It's my mind I need to lock

Tick tock, tick tock
Tick tock, tick tock
Tick tock, tick tock
It's the end, iv smashed the clock

My night sky

It's my night sky,
Where blacks sketch their denigree
And cleanse the dirty path;
Satans and demons burn their heart.

Surrounded by the people with sneering faces,
Moulded by the wrong ideas and thoughts,
It's my night sky.
I decide where to go and where to stop.

Patches of cloud are seen floating,
But they are not pouring rain.
Migratory birds are still flying;
Hollow and empty men find their way.

Reverend stars, whom we worship,
And we illuminate our life
By the touch of eternal silence.
So, millions of civilizations open their gate.

It's my night sky,
Where atrocity vanishes
And vagabonds rise and shine,
As it is a home of fairy tales.

Premium Member I Am Still Becoming

I am not who I was,
but not yet who I will be.
I am clay that breathes,
still soft in His hands.

Moulded, patted, pressed—
a dance,
not forced,
but gently guided.

Shaping my steps forward,
sweeping the ones left behind,
holding me upright
in the moment that is now.

I am not who I was,
but not yet who I will be.
I am still becoming—
everything You see me as,
and everything I want to be.

A Peaceful Heart

Its double have I
Come upon.
Its meek-moulded one
For this hut.

Quietly resigned.
Low-lying.
Shakes, squirms not eying
World, ogrish.
With breast out, brutish
Does for peak
Rumbling, stormed o'er bleak
Always jut.

Drives from the North Sky

Grab the steeple and pretend 
The life you had would end
Months gone we move along
We still hear whispers friend 

Moulded night drowns flight 
Drenched withered dred
Victimized, the whites, her eyes
Consumed chemical bed

If I pretend to lie and mend
What lesson ever learned?
Escaping safety sleepy daisy
The peddles pulled and again 

Echoed wave, waned moons fade
This is the darkest hour
Admitting fault and not exalt
Lies the laureled flower

Design your time and keep in mind
Evading isn't owning fate
As you had presumed this final move 
Bankrupt that fatal freight 

Vindictive lips once did kiss
Solemn they were a home
And forgotten passion project
Rotten to the bone

Mourning hearts mooring marks
Flee shattered scenes
Believed to be deceased at peace
Was my own response to misery

Premium Member 8 minutes 20 seconds

On average it takes 8 minutes 20 seconds for light to travel between the sun and the earth.

At that very moment they look up into the sky
8 minutes and 20 seconds ago the journey had begun
The ray plays out its tale for all of them

Eyes stung by beads of sweat
The farmer squints into a cloudless sky
He smiles as once more he gazes on rows of sprouting new life

Oakley may dim her vision but she stirs
Beneath her towel sand has moulded to her sun-drenched form
Her fashionable hue is almost complete

He stumbles but struggles once more to his feet
How long has this desert ordeal endured?
The end beckons as searing heat prepares the feast

Shivering through winter in thin clothes and with an empty belly
Shafts of sunlight are rays of hope
A false dawn or a new beginning?

The newborn baby cries for attention
Her rosy skin has yellowed
But soon the status quo will be restored

Five lives touched at the same time
But not in the same way
8 minutes and 20 seconds ago it started again

Premium Member Sunny Season

The sun's ventures to scorch the blossoms fail.
Goddesses Maia and Lakshmi sail.
Pre-monsoon drizzles cool the environs.
Optimism spreads wings, hushing storm's sirens.

Human forms are moulded to merriment
With the leaven of truth, good deeds ferment.
Clear conscience cascades from the divine source.
As a gentle breeze, love becomes life force.

For the tillers of land, it's a fair season.
In creating this, God has his reason.
As graces reach the zenith of goodness
May the Divine lead all towards fullness!

Life's Journey

The heart is small 
The pain is deep,
The scars are fresh 
The load is heavy 
The body is weak
Yet life goes on,
With a smile and in pain.
There's a time of no tears
Nor shoulder to lean on.
Desperation amidst life's 
Chaos and turmoil,
There's no solution
nor consolation.
Tick tack the clock click, then
Life dragged me through.
I'm in tuned with-
There's no difference;
Of pain and gain,
Of tears or smiles,
Nor life or death too.
Life, you've moulded me:
Pampered and tempered,
No excuses nor warnings,
Upon me that'll fall.
Everydays' a test and taste
Bittersweet is what makes my life is.
I'm honoured, teach me again,
I'll be a learned man,
Today shall be mine; a gift,
Tomorrow shall be thine.

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