Ooze Out Poems | Examples

Entrapment

we both knew 
you had me 
at first glance.
weak in an instant
was I, 
then... 
I collapsed 
and shattered 
into you. 
Irresistible charms galore 
ooze out your pores,
glowing thousands of lumens 
in your eyes. 
They gazed into mine,
trapped, I saw 
no escape. 
I knew,
we both did,
that you had 
me.

Gloria in Eggshellsis

Gloria in Eggshellsis

By Mark Stucky
Will my shell crack open
from external stresses?
Will my soul ooze out to sizzle over fire.

Will my soul simply rot inside my shell,
forgotten and leaving inside
a core of putrid mess?

Will my soul hatch through my shell,
transforming and breaking through
into a joyfully chirping new life?

My soul has sizzled at times,
burned by flames of misfortune.
My soul has rotted at times,
despairing over the global future.
Will my soul still hatch in time
for renewed life and glory?


(First published in Agape Review, 9 June 2022. See also my poem “Purgatorial Perceptions.”)

(Photo by moritz320 on Pixabay.com.)

Vampire

“Fear not the legendary vampires, but dread the vampires living among us, thirsting for blood!”   ~ By Poet

Vampires sleep by the day and fly by night.
They are afraid to come out in to light.
They feed on human blood.
Their lips are scarlet red.
Their flaming eyes are luminously bright. 

Vampires dance in the pale glow of moonlight.
Return to their graves before break of light.
They cause such severe dread.
They are souls of the dead.
Ooze out blood and leave the victim to blight.


April.21. 2023


Writing Challenge ‘V’ words Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France

The Cardinal and the Rose

Cardinal, a bird of all seasons was seen flying
in a cloak of feathers in flaming red 
and a small crest upon his head. 
He looked an enchanting sight, 
in the blue panorama of the sky 
amid curling clouds and blurring mist.

As he soared, he was piping joyful melodies 

Suddenly he swooped down, into my little garden, 
where exotic flowers ooze out a rare fragrance, 
where I stood unseen inebriated, under the tiara of blossoms.

The cardinal without second thoughts
alighted on a tall growing rose bush
where a red rose stood smiling, awashed in morning dew.
Between them, there was a hushed whisper

Is it the red color common in both
that conjoined them in love all at once?
With wind’s exciting whips and sunbeams’ sudden slips,
I saw him kissing hard upon her dewy lips.

In embarrassment, other flowers
turned their demure faces away!

Jan.8.2023

The Cardinal and the Rose Poetry Contest
Sponsor- craig cornish

Concrete Steps Offer Helps

So long as you live
Keep yourself joyful
Throw away worry
Carry hope alone

Let little pleasures
Offer you mirth
Calmly celebrate
By feeling hopeful

If you feel gloomy
You are wrong
Use the present
For a happy time

With verve do
Each day's act
Let bliss ooze out
To accompany you

Being alive is great
With this idea in mind
Exploit the time given
Set aside your doubts

Even a small thing
Must get your thanks
Relish matters minutely
By adoring deeply God

Give up not foolishly
Go ahead hopefully
Life is only to live,
It won't come again

When gloom arrives
Hear a favorite song
Or chant a prayer
Or visit a Temple

Plenty of opportunities
To distract this gloom
Are provided by God
Use it wisely to be glad

Be always positive
Go not into a shell
Only then you can
Overcome obstacles

If you form a habit
To be an optimist
That will continue
To provide shade

Drive away pessimism
Have full confidence
Pursue life further
Safety is then assured!

Our Truth

The most honest, virginal, understood truths
Are given to us by the breath of God, or Holy Spirit
Validation comes in the form of peace and joy

When we are following the path He set out for us
Enthusiasm bounces out of us in an effervescent way
Our aura is pink, and we are glowing with wonderment.

Others feel us coming, and want to join in.
They understand that we are in touch with something surreal.
Honesty and integrity ooze out of us when we live our truth.

I glean my own truth through prayer and meditation.
Validity comes in two forms for me. Hair rising on my neck.
And an inner knowing without knowing how I know.

I feel these attachments to my chakra are from God’s messengers.
Angels have been watching over me my entire life.
I feel they help my soul celebrate when we are on His path.'


Our Truth Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Date May 2 2022

Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday

Friday is the day to let out your hair
To unleash your freak, to dance without care
Friday is the day to look forward to five
To unbraid your mind, to increase your “alive”.

Friday is the day to dance in the street
To laugh with your friends, to be your best freak
Friday is the day to make yourself into a whirling treat.
To be yourself totally, to unleash your adventurous streak.

Friday, Friday, Friday, Friday, why can’t you be every day my friend?
The joy would ooze out of us, it might overtake us and never end.
But then would we love it as much as we do right now?
Get out of my way, and I will show you how….
To make every day feel like a tiny bit of Friday.
It is easy to do. Just follow your heart and play.

Eager New Co Worker

Tendrils of absolute enthusiasm 
Ooze out of Chase, our new eager recruit.
Let me get your coffee, he says to McFhazm.
The hardest guy to impress, the first one to shoot.
You and your newfangled ideas down, we all held our breath.
Too bad for you now, warns our other intern, Young Seth.
We thought Chase was crazy, and would get rebuked away.
But instead, McFhazm made him a V.P. by the end of the day.

Innocent Children Are the Largest Victims

No blood would ooze out if cut by blade
No flesh below to sink, nothing inside shakes
Bare bones protruding here and there like spikes
Vacant look in the eyes
Yet the body breathes and survives;
Skeleton like children of Somalia, one of the African tribes.
Somalia carries the most pathetic tableau in the world stage;
Three fourth of its children below two are anaemic 
And large numbers are stunted below five years in age
Yet, each mother can’t resist giving birth to six, seven children though sick!
High temperature, polluted water, inadequate housing and sanitation
Poor infrastructure added to their plight makes the poor Africans
Chased by the changed climate and the natural calamities
Fighting among themselves, vulnerable to many a tropical disease
Some of them are obese too who wait for more ways to suffer; 
Poor healthcare system compelling them to incur
Huge out of pocket expenses pushing millions of Africans
To the path of poverty and indignity, mostly among the Nigerians;
Paucity of doctors and health centres add salt to their wounds
As some age old dreadful superstitions surround. 

Aju Mukhopadhyay, 2018

Food ****

Food ****

I admire the physique of the flesh coloured meat I am about to deplete.
I slowly undress its transparent outfit its now naked, weak and helpless.
I flop the meat onto the counter and start explore its moist allure.
Aroused I start to caress it's firm but tender breasts,
Making me tingle and extremely wet.
Stroking my salt all over it's voluptuous figure, setting the stage for foreplay to trigger.

I probe every orafice and caress its curves gently,
Then shove my clenched fist inside it's wide gaping entry.
The oven is set to sweltering highs,
I spank its backside and say my goodbyes.

I sit and watch the liquids ooze out of its bust,
I salivate over its passionate lust.
Stimulation testing my plate, now I am eager to culminate.
Sweat seeping down my chest, indicating progress to my quest.

Ding;
The chicken is ready for deep penatration,
Getting tools ready for the operation.
Thrusting the thermometer deep inside,
the bird lets out an impressive cry.
Oh yes the ultimate climax has definitely been reached,
Are you ready for my meat to be released?

Musicians, Poets, and Artists

People are neither good nor bad.
We are both; to different degrees,
At different times, with different people.

Some feel harder than others.
If they are wise they become artists,
Musicians, poets, potters, weavers, decorators, hair stylists.

They cannot help it.
Their feelings have to ooze out somewhere in a creative way.

Glitzy

You cite to tell,
A pouty play;
Yes you seem well,
Mellow as clay.


Words do not come,
Simple feels lost;
Work crafts new sums,
Poise puzzles cost.


Plain lines ooze out,
Need knows dangle;
Crazy slits shout,
Frozen deed strangles.


Time to now say,
Words on strange grounds;
Cheer goes away,
Words feel unsound.


Empty looks grand,
***** cooks fancy;
Shallow old friend,
Quirky glitzy.




Leon Enriquez
17 October 2017
Singapore

Dilettante With a Want

With vast logolepsy, I bleed my shaken pen on vacant paper.
Ready to howl without opening my mouth as it's locked.
My sheet catches human salt water while I ooze out my head's vapor.
The odor of my consciousness's dew finally sticks onto each sentence - albeit it was mocked.
Because I'm a dilettante with a want for the transparent screaming to be blocked.
~
Written On: July 24th, 2017
Contest: The Sound Of Pages In The Night
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Won: 12th Place

Ink Stains 2

Words ooze out
Crisp clear bout
In brief shout


Brisk ink stains
Thoughts laid plain
Feel deep grain


Line by line
Verse script signs
Yours and mine


Sit here still
Strands of feel
Wit works will


Stretch tale strange
Pain floods range
Surge of change


Cast new rhymes
As odd chimes
Blend fond times


In swift write
Straight sure bites
Watch mind cite


Drop by drop
New lines pop
Till glimpse stops


Rich ripe stay
As pulse sways
On the way




Leon Enriquez
09 June 2017
Singapore

Pain

Why is it in vain
To ooze out all pain?


I'm my sad refrain
Echoes bring new pain.


Does soul live in vain
On these shores of pain?


It seems quite so plain
That I voice complaint.


What hurls mad disdain
In tragic word strains?


Time and time again
Love lives not in vain.


Why embrace more pain
In harsh acid rain?




Leon Enriquez
25 May 2017
Singapore

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