bad, bad headaches,
how do you know if it’s not the trauma packed?
he moves his head from right to left
as his stiff neck makes a gentle
click and crack.
with a grunt he says,
“you’re… mhm…. too much’
I wonder if it’s me or double vision
either way I’m sure it nauseates him.
There’s confusion, there’s pain
he doesn’t even smile-
“one half of my face is numb” ah
and that’s just when I thought there was hope,
in the pool of beautiful his dilated pupil,
‘a’ dilated pupil
It struck me like lightning
“cerebral / brain aneurysm”, I say
clutching his eyebrow in fear and pain,
his breath as shaky as the dead,
“do people survive these?”
as I shiver and mutter under my breath,
“do not rupture please.”
~shevaun stonem
Categories:
nauseates, allusion, analogy, boyfriend, break
Form: Rhyme
Trump Not Earning Keep Horn Haiku
While we are asleep;
Trump cannot be earning keep;
Busy counting sheep.
James Horn
Now he is in Norfolk dedicating
the Carrier Ford. Nauseates me
seeing a draft dodger wearing
the military items. Wow!!!
Categories:
nauseates, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
Shall we go like innocents with heavy
breathing in the pool of blood to find
the innerconnectivity of a boldly beautiful
death ? In the open pit of an ancient gold mine ?
There was a loss of hidden dance, in the
cancer striken human chain, chiseled on the
grey walls of history. The artifacts stolen, even
the ankle-bells of a toddler had gone up for a sale.
A visual oval gives a liable comment. A
flame nauseates a baby doll. The yellow hornbill
puts up a fight for the sake of memories.
There is a huge silence of the rocks, moaning inwardly
None of me was a god. A simple slum’s promised
dream.Hungry roads will lead to a ruined temple.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
nauseates, faith
Form: I do not know?
He still hasn't called,
I check the dial tone again
sure enough,
it's still there
buzzing
alone without conversation
It's unbearably obvious
that I mistook our chats
as a sign of tenderness
and not what they really were,
me listening wistfully
to those false I miss you's
and forging them
into more than words
into what my heart
engraved them to be,
truth mixed with love
My ears have become restless
with their constant waiting
and I am completely engrossed
in a wave of impatience,
the kind that nauseates over time
and my belly is churning
with anxiety,
a slew of mystical butterflies
flitter around enthusiastically
beneath this shell of frowning tolerance
The phone rings,
it's him
but I don't answer
Categories:
nauseates, confusion, love, sad,
Form: Free verse
Perchance a sweaty brow should brush your skin
a crumpled linted jacket strong of aroma within.
You....a fresh flower..... your fragrance wafting freely..
Swarthed in your mothers steady gaze lest you roam.
Her soothing voice with gentle hand on your cheek
Barriers once formed now lay lax as the moon waxes
Nay, strong aroma of exotic food nauseates the palate
Vitamins absorbed in pellets replace masses of fibre
Soaking in a warm bubble bath of fragrant radox froth..
Gentle strains of Creedence Clearwater piping forth
sends one a slumber "hey!" "Wake up! Dont go under!"
The cycle of the day, the night and repeats back to the
circle, day again into night, a moon, a quarter, a season.
Nay a year had passed like this without much excitement...
Disshevelled hair combed with the hope of tommorow.
Lets celebrate the future, the stars neath the cloudy sky
A northeasterly wind blows in echos of fond memories.
Categories:
nauseates, music, people, social,
Form: Rhyme