Prickled Poems | Examples

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preening queens prickled~

queendom prerogatives quashed 

prized predilections~

The Purest Joy

I inhaled,
and the breeze flourished upon my skin,

I exhaled,
and the grass prickled at my fingertips,

I loved,
and the world exploded with its wonders,

I cried,
and I got sucked into the ink adding wonder to your pages,
Dark,
Aglow with beauty.

Solace in emptiness

I grew roots in my solace of gray
Time crept in silence
I found calm in her chaos.
She doused my soul in gasoline 
but not to ignite wonder in me.
I became her supply, the fuel for her fury
Her scapegoat, someone to blame
I am no longer me but a puppet on
a narcissist string.
My heart held  hostage between 
Love n Hate 
Torn between chambers of unhealed wounds
There whispering chants, wrecked havoc on my brain
Fiery embers slowly die for 
I am no longer me inside.
Covered in weeping blisters 
Scorched and torn 
Prickled vines punctured like knives 
Pain grew as these roots settled deep
In the days haze, I found comfort in
this familiar city of gray.
The narcissist has emptied me.

Escaping Reality

I sat by the dewy morning grass,
as a robin drew scrawls in the air 
with her melodious voice.
The sun's gaze prickled my skin,
as the breeze twirled between 
evergreen leaves of a Willow tree.

Chilly water flowing beside my feet,
we raced each other in the rocky springs,
sitting by the bank to compare the rocks we’d seen.

Drenched in the autumnal winds' cool touch,
we’d dance in piles of fallen leaves.
We stood by the rusty train tracks,
shrubs overgrown between metal cracks,
and picked the wildflowers 
to braid in each other's hair.

Yet, they were only fragments of a dream 
delicate memories like the petals of 
a forget-me-not,
an illusion made to escape the world 
we destroyed to reach our aims.

He Reeks of Ill Will

The sheriff had a visitor who growled like thunder,
a rabid dog, teeth bared trying to tear him asunder.
She howled that he'd attacked a member of her pack
Saying Mark was the aggressor and giving him flack.

She told him he'd listened to those who are wrong
then called him a troll, singing that same old song.
He replied to her comments, showing no disrespect
but her defense of that yobbo is hogwash that I reject.

She accused the sheriff of robbing PS of a great poet.
But all the real troll offered was trouble. We know it.
The doggie's heckling prickled me like a thorn or a spur
I won't miss that cowardly 'deleter,' that cocky old cur.

She can defend her crud bud any way she chooses,
but he will always be the one many of us accuses
of bullying, for each time he returns he reeks of ill will.
Hope we've seen the last of him and his snippety quill.

All In

ALL IN

Sometimes things shimmer 
and you have to know why, 
like the way water lingers on rocks
at the edge of a mountain brook. 
It catches the sun a hundred ways
and you are frozen in delight.

It is best to learn a new place 
deep, rather than wide, like 
on that shore when you visit the 
beach and do not understand until
the blue green waves wash you in,
time and time again;
your belly becomes the rumbling surge, 
and you are ground into 
the white sand and purple coquina. 

Free-falling from ten thousand 
feet is my measure of new love, 
I am prickled with a torrent 
of hormones, mouth open in a 
silent wail…

I can step too near the thought of you
without words and am tied by the very
sinews of the Earth, and thus to your 
muscles and bones, so when our fibers 
get tangled and our sweat becomes one
by the side of a mountain brook, 
our vision can narrow time to nothing, 
and we are the only thing there is.

Copyright
Vol Lindsey
06/16/2019

Aquatinted With You

I was acquainted with you for one night
Not bright by moonlight nor candle to-light 
The romance that could be brighter than this night

I am acquainted with you and the discomfort of pain 
Unpleasant emotions try to gain and leave its dye stain,
The ache and sore and prickled sting that causes pain.

I am acquainted with you and with the heavy dew,
Of tears and fears walked out in the rain upon you
With scars that look like stars wet with the dew.

I am acquainted with you and the earths ploughed dust, 
That came and drew the empty cross now turn to rust
With the pain that hurls its lance as I scatter your dust.

I am crush, with the flood and the great agony of rush
They were not enough to pay for what we cherished.

Chances

There once was a chance
I didn’t take, a path
I chose not to travel.
It seemed that the wide
And well-used road
Was safer than the gravel.
I followed the way
That many had trod
And always watched ahead,
Never looking aside
Or trying the new,
Just earning my daily bread.

As the years went on
I felt in my heart
An uneasiness settle in.
I longed for something,
I knew not what,
But it prickled under my skin.
Life was passing me by,
And I thought, I’ve naught
To show for my life so far.
What would have been
If I’d taken the lane
That led to a different star?

It bothered me more
As time went on,
So I made myself decide.
Do I want to go forth
On the safe highway
Or a route I’ve never tried?
I made up my mind
And searched and found
A little used off-beat lane.
It wound over rocks.
There were hills to climb
But my spirit felt no pain.

My heart and my mind
At last were freed.
In this energizing space
I could stretch my thoughts
And free my soul
To reach a higher place.
I once had a chance
That I didn’t take,
But I had a second try.
I’ll never look back -
I’m glad that I dared
Not to let this chance go by!

I Don'T Care For Snakes

I don't care for snakes
They hiss and bluff me
I'm not really sure
Is he friend or foe

Cats, I really take
Though cats don't give she
any return purr
 any loves warm glow

Steps away not fake, 
soft as cotton he
claws like prickled burrs
begins tapping slow

Around pretty lake
Strolling light as bee
Among fair flowers
Light dainty halo

Set atop him, make
head held high as thee
proud hero allures
and females follow 

Prancing gay fine rake
along path, high knee
dance he follows pure
His own tune mellow

I don't care for snakes
They hiss and bluff me
I'm not really sure
Is he friend or foe



By Doris Culverhouse
6/12/2021

Your Quest

I lost myself in your quest,
Fate denied what was mine..

Burning within was a heart that died,
Leaving scars that did not lie..

Leaving me helpless,
In this world full of dead..

You went ahead,
Driven by your desires..

I was left alone once again,
Not to be ruptured but trained..

Finding myself was again a task,
Losing to you wasn't that hard..

Hath not I let go of my emotions,
I would still have had the chances of resurrection..

Nobody could enter this prickled heart,
The reason you were lone inside this ruined turret..

You awakened me, repainted my soul,
Made me strong enough to hold myself..

Then left me alone in the wild sea,
Never to come back..

The first few days were hard,
The struggle real with the wretched pains..

Love is not a bed of roses but of thorns,
You showed it right and held me tight..

For it helped me rise and fight again,
Tame the waves and tide again..

You left me to thrive,
I soared higher to cry..

You set my soul ablaze,
And cut my chains..

You were a traveller who settled,
And I became the restless bird of passage….

From, Mia

A woman so selfless 
Queen of generosity and forgiveness
The thorns, prickled its throne
To whom, so lovely, place a crown

A new bloom sunflower
Let poor bees suck its nectar
Fulfilled the sweetness of hunger
Though they shall not be parted

For human's mindset curved a rainbow
Few colors, quite distinct, have dark shadow
Gazing, adoring, so gorgeous petal
Turned exposed, too old, torn by sharp metal 

An outcast smiling under mask
Forgotten by people she trusts
Molded paper fly freely through darkness
From Mia, who died, drowning under sadness

Shoop

Looking at the sheep
but there was only one
saw a murder
but then they flew away
each lion makes me proud
prickled all the porcupines
in the caravan they all had humps
basking with a crocodile smile
and with zeal the zebras chuckle
at the parrots pandemonium

The Town Gossip Gets It Wrong Again

There is a gopher hiding in the gooseberry bushes,
Kaie, the town gossip told me.
I looked hard.
Got prickled by the bush’s thorns too.
Got bloody.
Hey! Someone said.
It was a snappily dressed gorilla. 

He was wearing a Stetson with a paisley hat band.
He tipped it to me when he saw I was not picking gooseberries.
Howdy, he said.
Hi, I said back. Surprised he spoke cowboy.
Have you seen a gopher? I asked him.
We looked together, but could find no evidence of one.

I reported this back to Kaie, gladly.  She is always getting something wrong.
I know it was an animal that started with the letter G, she said.
She began naming animals.
Grouse? Guinea pig? Goat?
My friend the gorilla tipped his hat to me from the window.
I waved back.
Gorilla? I asked her.
Don’t be silly, she said.

I Felt Her Presence At Three a M

I felt her presence at three o'clock a.m. 
She was in the hallway. I knew it before I looked up, 
because she exudes a feeling I recognize. 
I typed to the end of the sentence, 
then I saw her materialize.
She gave me that cocky confident happy "I love you" smile. 
The back of my neck prickled, as it always does upon her arrival. 
Diane visits each year on her death date. For some odd reason, 
her birthday visits are a bit more sporadic.
I watched her disappear as fast as she had arrived.

beautiful sister
my hair is standing on end
her spirit loves me

All Through the Love

here I see you
find you,
dream you
as a light of love

moonlight
from the crescent
from the full
illuminates me
outside to inside

floating I’m
on the leaves of grass
on no thorny spike
its guide
my prickled mind
to love all
dim to fair light



-January 28, 2019 Chattogram

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