Puddling Poems | Examples

River

A baby jumping at the river
Grandmom puddling the stones
The cat saw the incident
Get a bunch of dry branch to puddle the river
Basin floating
Cat puddling
The baby was safe
Grandmom was happy
Giving the cat a thumbs up
What a happy story to tell 
Amen

Puddling Tears

6/17/2025
Before Heaven began showing its anger,
stillness claimed ownership of the midnight sky.
But distant flashes instantly brought thunder,
I awoke from slumber thinking dawn was nigh.

Then that precise moment clouds began to weep,
were cloud tears giving my home town a purging.
Tears were puddling and I thought is there no end,
my interrupted rest was at God’s urging?

Evaporating Seasons

Stardust blankets lacrimosa skies,
a requiem of times gone by.
The taste of late summer nights still lingers on bittersweet lips,
yet somehow, now, it’s become stale—like blue cheese and old pickles.
A crisp breeze cascades from the north,
ushering in the dawn of autumn.

Vivid memories begin to fade from lucidity.
Crystal droplets fall from despondent eyes,
puddling around forsaken feet.
Swimming in grief, struggling to breathe,
I begin drowning in agonized anguish.
Reaching out for you, my fingers crumble within my grasp,
for ghosts can’t pull you from the plunge.

As emotions overwhelm with every heartbeat,
I sink further into this beckoning night,
my soul crashing under increasing pressure.
Flickering recollections fade in and out of view—
hypoxic, flesh turning blue.
Muscles tighten, flinch.
Clenching my chest, cardiac arrest imminent,
for your untimely demise was my fatality.

Haunted House

Mind flashes the past, in and out of consciousness
Unable to find the door from which let you in
Visions of your own past life's sacarphagus
With the zombies standing over it claiming next of kin

Screams carried through the hallways, echo's everywhere
Your eyes are slammed shut with shaking lids
This house you purchased has become your nightmare
As you vomit continuously the Demons acids

Whispering voices within the walls, who is it?
Someone you once knew or previously heard
Unable to focus as if you've become illiterate
Is this me in past life where I was tortured?

Sorrow bleeds down the walls, puddling the floor
The haunted being haunted by it's haunted self
In desperate need to find that door
Locked in this house haunted by myself




Written for contest Haunted House @10/13/2024
Form: Rhyme             Hosted by: Tania Kitchin

WON 4TH PLACE IN ABOVE CONTEST

winter

rain wails from the sky
the winter of discontent 
puddling fury tears

Rain

it feels foolish
these rain prayers
deeply pondered
stranded in our shared heat
is there some unimaginable space
                          where prayers drift to?
free from time, reclusive 

rain wishing
its pulsating pop that jumps up from pavement
a life force
puddling weeds from cracks
washing all, slick and sloppy

rain that settles a hot vacuum cooler
transfiguring gardens, a floral fanfare
rambunctious ramble
with carved trumpets of open orange lilies 

in a retiring heat
we watch-wait for dark clouds in pinball collision 
a meditation on living
for rain to bud the morrow, green
in a kettle drum beating

Fabrication

Fabrication 
                 potent, brisk
      tempting, lurking, exploding,
     Time, Limits, Clouds, Romance
        waltzing, shining, puddling 
             blissful, ceaseless 
                    Reality

The Sheltering - Ifl

Owl eyes break as dimming light worms about,
Hollow clap surrenders a sparked ribboning,
Escapees breakout from their misty cells,
Wakes of earthen prints puddling,
Harbored ills bade sanctuary,
A glassy millpond beholds the begotten,
Abrupt warming tempts the absence,
Stirred tea sweetly idling,
An archer colorfully tools the realm,
Directives wondering,
Vibrant life answering,
A stranger to loneliness,
...I felt like being alive.

Sinking My Teeth Into You

It once belonged to me,
but you’ve since traded it it,
exchanging every sacrifice,
every fiber of my life,
for your new world
your new wife.

I’m covered in blood
we brought into this world,
but it stains only your hands.
As I watch the souls 
I brought into this world,
leave silently, innocently,
I picture biting into your chest,
tearing, ripping, gnawing
veins and arteries
as you scream
and bleed,
your blood puddling
with your sons.

And I’ll ask you,
was it worth it?

Flowing Fountain of Poems

A fountain of poems is rapidly flowing out the top of my head
Some of them are shaped like stars
Others are diamonds
There is Dracula holding a bunny!

Some of these poems are in color, others are black and white.
Polka Dotted!
I pick up a pen.
I can always use a polka dotted poem.

One of them slides under my nose.
Old Spice! Daddy!
I think of the Chevy he ordered with bucket seats!
Making us angry; who orders buckets for seats?

Eager poems are rushing down my shoulders, down my back
Puddling onto my dirty kitchen floor.
When was the last time Joe swept this place?
One is shaped like Adonis. I follow him out the door.

Broken Mirror's Strategy

A gutted mirror invents a tangled human scheme
My back might be found crooked from the jabber,
A puddling curb tried throwing the twisted dream
None bound for the scope spawned by a blunder.

My back might be found crooked from the jabber
Singing in heaven embeds tune of moral goodwill,
None bound for the scope spawned by a blunder
After a few years, you'd be ditched with side-will. 

Singing in heaven embeds tune of moral goodwill
Straying guilt whetting shock and clear dismay
After a few years, you'd be ditched with side-will 
The ridiculous concept of a fantasy hiding way. 

Straying guilt whetting shock and clear dismay
The abstraction of waning grace is a little hazy
The ridiculous concept of a fantasy hiding way,
Tons of metal swords shattered by bared facility.

The abstraction of waning grace is a little hazy
A puddling curb tried throwing the twisted dream
Tons of metal swords shattered by bared facility
A gutted mirror invents a tangled human scheme. 


Written: May 07, 2022

The Helix of Eden

I am walking in the garden 
of an ancient city
The walls are covered 
with climbing ivy of a delicate hue
The dews are thick after the warm rains
There in the middle, the stately statue 
withstands the stains
Covered in ivy of a intricate green
Blooms of unknown life glowing red
I trace the path of last foot falls
The age is broken and anew
Stone is cracked crazy filigreed 
In the ancient courtyard
I follow it down a foreign history
The sun splashing though over growth
Over head the winds unsettles monolithic trees
Exotic birds sing songs to creation 
The gold, ambler, crimson leaves take flight
Dripping on the weedy ground
Puddling in the warm sparkling rays of a dying sun
Leting it spill over me
The fading green bright fresh 
In this ancient city of Avalon
This lost garden of Eve
The last empire of Adam
Mans only memory 
Walking this spiraling path
This Helix of Eden

2020

A quarter of the year 
gone,
Leaving a wake of tsunami drenching 
Fear 
A hooded wanderer
Puddling over infectious thought 
A mystery 
Invisible,
With viral roots that are sprouting like fresh weeds 
Into the cluttered minds of resting workers,
A vision of yesterday 
Shattering like glass 
Yet 
I’m watching it from the solitude of my room 
Knowing my light has grown dimmer 
And that as the new world unfolds 
My lantern will find the way home.

Su She

her brown skinned
body laying atop a
table top covered
by a white table
cloth but she is

naked yet dressed
as a buffet with 
delights to eat
placed like plates 
for to be self served

my finger tips imitate
chop sticks to take
the taste of her now 
noodle hair with 
seaweed eye brows

following further down
her cuisine figurine
fingering disoriented
flavors and spices 
sipping the saki shot

puddling her bellybutton
pairing with her pear
hips where sit not fig
greens but the earthy
shiso leaves that by

uncovering these find
two slices of raw tuna
sashimi dripping blow
fish soup the deadly
delicacy i immediately

drink licking her bowl
clean liking her sticky
rice inner thighs i
find no longer fingers
but my tongue turning

over the table now 
able to smell pickled
ginger and inhaling
the heat of
wasabi

You'Re Liken Angels Wings So Beautiful- -

You are beautiful, you flow.
You float as with angel’s wings beautiful;
So agile as a spiders feet;
So delectable as puddling sweet;
And your voice;
Purrs… as a cute kitten nose;
Lovely, is you;
and so you are;

Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare, are shiny mirrors,
your hair glimmering there;

Flowers sun reach, up to the skies,
The sunlight so dazzling;
so are your eyes;

small bunnies gloves in hedges,
Surround the farms;
An account is illuminating kissing cabbage;
And so is your smile, pearls liken dimonds;

An angels wings is beautiful,
Just like you are
You’re beautiful
You flow
You float as with angel’s wings beautiful

Fly away
Fly far, far away
Fly away with me, my love…


10/29/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

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