Petrifies Poems | Examples

Petrified

I need my family, friends, community,
I need to live in a happy home,
‘Though I might seem hard and cold,
I am not made of stone.

For when I am mixing with others,
I’m in my, so-called, happy zone,
‘Though my own company is okay,
I am not made of stone.

I am very much alive you’ll find
And made of flesh and bone,
And not immune to loneliness,
I am not made of stone.

My biggest, biggest fear is
Of ending my final years all alone,
This thought petrifies me for -
I am not made of stone.

I Resist

Even a microscopic virus petrifies me.
I resist this latest design of death
with mask and sanitizer. 

I withstand the horny words 
that gore me.

The waves of temptation pass through my veins:
I resist them like an elephant in chains. 

A headstone of pain reminds me 
of an aching past.
I resist my memory 
smoldering as the dried dung. 

I resist the reek 
with the perfume of poetry.
My fresh thoughts strengthen my tires 
like Kevlar.

Summer is sweltering.
I resist the drought like a camel.

Anxieties flood with the monsoon water.
I resist the lunatic weather.

Things to be resisted are plenty 
in the pod of time.
‘To live is to resist.’

First published in The Literary Hatchet (issue #28).

.

Between Lives

her back against wall;
nowhere to run.

bricks close in,
hardly the sun.

the last light
will be a spark —
terror

triggers
final bullet
of Fall.

window panes
like empty pews
look on
with wan faces.

enemy’s close,
whites of mine eyes
camouflaged over;

uniform green
relegates retinas.

what petrifies more -
the sands before
or after time?

in nightmares,
surely the steady aim
and the click
makes one sick.

pillow of bright white,
boxed in.

wake up...wake up

11/9/2020

Sharks

My brook has grown 
into an ocean. 
Pearl-spot fish 
have disappeared.
Instead,
sharks skulk around. 
They see 
my pocket,
not my heart.
They’re 
democratically undemocratic.
Poetry is inedible.
Profit is 
the sole default
in their thought-mechanism.

Shark morphing
petrifies me.
I wake up 
from the dreamy life,
losing my serenity
in their serrated presence. 
I turn
a tiny sardine,
ready to be swallowed.


First published in The Literary Hatchet

The Jester Has Disappeared

Pacing the walkway of life with the maddening crowd,
out of sync the rhythm turns chaotic, makes me a clown.
A lonely futile walk on the sagging rope,
balancing the aching legs, the toil unseen.

Time present stretched to the endless limit
reaches the frayed edge of void perception.
Future snaps the threads of the inert puppet dancer,
on the dark stage listless life petrifies in desolation.

Small footsteps extend beyond measures of real time,
in sands of scorched landscape their prints disappear.
Destination recedes to deep horizon like mirage,
veiled vision searches the oasis never reached.

In the obscure thicket senile senses lose the fading track,
the marooned mind is entangled in the maze of shadows
that lengthens in twilight hour as the lone sun sets,
dusk falls with pall of gloom wrapping me in ennui.

The jester has disappeared from the circus arena,
can anyone bring on the dancing bears.

March 29, 2019

Deep In Thought

Life worries me 
Not knowing what comes next petrifies me
People astonish me
Their emotions and feelings are never accurate
Children I understand
Because in their little magic land
We all get to be the perfect man
Deep in thought I am the knight
Ruling over this glorious land
In this maze, I am amazed how rich I am
Deep in thought in this imaginary land
I get to be my own man no barriers, no class, no war
How I wish, I could of stayed in this imaginary land.

I Will Come Back

The golden sun setting in splendor,
draws a long shadow out of me to silently show
it veils the joy, petrifies the ecstasy, I got in full
from many facets of my life so delightful. 
The living marveled at so many things,
spinning the enchantment of the world, 
making its contents ever so beautiful,
some I saw, some I felt,
many I couldn’t perceive
like the rhythm of your heart,
the colors of your chromatic mind, 
but they all will wait for me, I know.

When the cold sun sinks in the haze of horizon,  
I will disappear with my melted shadow 
in the dark folds of the sun’s fading rays, 
like a rain drop on the desert sand. 
When the new sun will rise again
I will hold its beams, and rise from the dune. 

I will fly back as a bird, 
soar on the seamless blue of your sky,
drift over the endless azure of your sea.
I will glide on the green of your mountain,
bathe in the warmth of your summer rain.
I will sing to the tune of your sparkling stream,
build a nest in the niche of your heart.

I will come back,
come back again and again,
until I turn into the beauty the world is,
for you to adore me forever.

December 10, 2017

In the Attic of My Mind

The fact that you despise me,
Despite only having seen my good side,
Petrifies and destroys me,
Whenever I catch myself thinking about the things we’ve seen.

Polished against haphazard,
Me against you,
A lonely heart wanting to give all,
Belligerent in this fight,
Against complete apathy.

Don’t let me slip back into the despair,
Of one-night stands,
Walking home at eight in the morning,
Blending into the crowd of put-together people,
My make-up running,
In my dark and lacy clothes.

You knew,
That I loved you,
But you threw it away,
When the going got tough,
To pursue someone else.

Since I’ve been loving you,
I’ve lost my mind,
Colours, dizziness, ideas,
Overtake my conscious being,
Leaving my soul in the attic,
Of a broken mind.

Court

There is something strange
There is something peculiar
About this five letter word
This word can make one quiver

Five letters that makes you shiver
It's one word that sends chills down your spine
It terrifies, it petrifies, it creates fear

Court why is it never fair
It makes you not want to appear
Lies, truth all piled into one

Court is an Irish stew
Waiting to be serve
Waiting to be heard

Court is definitely a pot of Calalou 
Crabs, herbs a messy delicacy
Designed to fulfill

Witness,jury, you and the judge
Waiting to be heard
Waiting to be served

A decision to be made
Your life on the line
Hanging be a thread

A solution that may alternate
The rest of your life
One man , one decision
Court what a place not to be.

The Most Daunting Task: Forgetting

"it still  petrifies  me,
even  after so  many  attempts,
the  daunting task,
of forgetting  you..
of unlearning,
your voice,
your eyes,
your kisses,
your promises..

at first my heart revolts,
but it must be done..
so i hold on courageously,
and march along..

but to forget,
i must first remember..
so, i replay..
all the nights we shared,
and the sunrises we saw..
all the secrets we told,
and  the promises we made..

only then i proceed,
to dismiss,
to erase,
to forget..
i retrace all the steps we walked
and i replace all the things you touched,
i bury all the gifts we exchanged ,
and burn all the poems you wrote..

only i must be penalized,
for being fantastically foolish..
you will be spared..
but abandoned..
much like a nasty half-truth..

i will not,
cry or yell or whimper,
but i will also,
no longer share,
the gift of,
my voice,
my smile,
my aura..

for you must learn too,
alongside me,
that the only way,
to not get hurt,
is by never getting,
TOO ATTACHED...

Forgetting Him

It still petrifies me,
Even after so many attempts,
The daunting task,
Of forgetting you...
Of unlearning,
Your voice, 
Your eyes,
Your kisses,
Your promises..
At first my heart revolts,
But it must be done..
So i hold on courageously,
And march along..
But to forget,
I must first remember..
So i replay,
All the nights we shared,
And the sunrises we saw..
All the secrets we told,
And the promises we made..
And then i proceed,
To dismiss,
To erase,
To forget..
I retrace all the steps we walked,
And replace all the things you touched..
I bury all the gifts we exchanged,
And burn all the poems you wrote..
Only i must be penalized,
For being fantastically foolish...
You will be spared,
But abandoned..
Much like a,
nasty half-truth..
I will not,
Cry or yell or whimper..
But i will also,
No longer share,
The gift of,
My voice,
My smile,
My aura..
For also you must learn,
Alongside me..
That the only way,
To not get hurt,
Is by never getting,
Too attached...

Algae Bloom

The dance commences, I retreat a step
Shattered from archaic engulfing patterns

You cha cha your storm forward in
Swirls of ancient abandonment and as

I skip back another, gasping for sufficient safety from suffocation,
You unfurl your blitz clawing the lioness’ leash

You decipher my terror and it emboldens your raging compulsion
Which suspends our inner children in connected cocoons and yet somehow

We cant reach each other as we intermingle desperately
It makes us stoic, empty and musically atrophied but

At a closer distance, oxygen less and congruently alone
And it sits frog like, stale and poisonous between us and still

The spire flattens and petrifies our reflections powered by a 
Stalemate which devours our fragile humanity with a timid jocularity

As the Country Cries

AS THE COUNTRY CRIES

They calmly catches the cold from county,
Her calamitous cries crept to champion the country,
Her progenies cheers to cause pain for the plain,
And the the peaceful people lead to spray the peace like plane,
Her veins of county has no peace's,
As the terror, mounts petrifies nation to pieces,
Hear tears strolls and leave the mark of disgust,
As the bitter month of the satanic august,
The table of peace turn to toil on troubles,
And serve the people with plates of horribles,
As the nation breaks into tears of discomfort,
While the venom spread at it waist as the great serpent of comfort,
The cry of the virgin nation.

Holier Than Thou

Demon possession is seen through spiritual eyes
The clarity of it so transparent you see it with your eyes closed
To be told you have them is like a dreaded disease
The mere knowledge of it transforms you
Questions pour in yearning for answers
I am confused
But I pray with you?…… I pray for you
How do you see the evil in me?
My prayers do not suffice to your standards?
Am I raising my voice to the wrong god?
Am I praying wrong? 
Show me the path oh ye of righteousness
Are you the chosen one?
Your abilities to spot the not amazes me
Your purity petrifies me
Knowledge of truth is embedded in your bones
The depth of your understanding surpasses all
Please do not dare lift your eyes towards me
For fear you might be disgusted and go blind
I wonder
Do the others see the evil in me? 
Am I stumbling them?
Am I making their pathway to righteousness narrow?
I am confused
I pray with you……I pray for you
I am trying to be near you
All you see is demons in me
It is painful to hear you say that
I am scared to pray
What if…
What if i….
I will gather the strength to look at you
To see your holiness
I am looking but… but….
I have heard of you before… Legion?

Once the Domain of Birds

Beetles, most likely, felled the giant.
A gruesome deterioration,
of a quiet magnitude,
ravaged inward.
Until, in the cold night,
root structure surrendered
from hardened ground,
to a misery of horizontal dust.
And where once the domain of birds,
was glorified above,
now gives shelter to ants and grubs.
Golden bark breathes no more.
A deathly gray instead petrifies,
the deceased former shade giver.
And yet as cell churns to molecule,
and molecule devolves its complexity,
soil enriches.
Earth becomes fertile.
And the dust again gives way to life.

• Short Petrifies Poems
• Famous Petrifies Poems
• Best Petrifies Poems
• Read Petrifies Poems
• Long Petrifies Poems
• Petrifies Quotes