Pulsed Poems | Examples

Anne Sexton, Why I took My Own Life

I wore my mind like a corset—tight, laced, unseen—
while the world asked me to smile with lipstick teeth
and stir the soup without stirring the storm inside.

There were mornings I woke as if embalmed,
already dressed in the hush of death's silk slip,
no reason, no riot—just a fog that would not lift.

The walls of my room pulsed like veins
and the mirror whispered lies in a female voice:
You are failing. You are too much. You are not enough.

I was the soft thing breaking beneath
a century of silence stitched into my sex,
taught to hush the howl and cradle the ache.

My hands shook when folding towels.
My heart stuttered at the scent of soap.
There was no name then for the madness.

Just "hysteria," like a curse tucked under my skirt,
and doctors who told me to marry or pray.
No pills yet. No lifeboats. Just poems or the end.

So I chose the door
that closed softer than the others.
Not for drama—
but for rest, for mercy,
for the silence to finally match
the silence within me.

If I'd been born later, maybe
there'd be lithium instead of letters.
But time gave me verse,
and verse gave me wings too torn to fly.

Flower Chide V,Petalbreach

He looked at Rose not past, but through
And said, “What waits will change you too.”
She plucked out a petal and handed him.
It pulsed between the stem and rim.

Rose turned back with nothing said,
Her footsteps soft, like vows long shed.

Hence the petal breached and then it reached
A world where love lay bruised and breached.

A petalbreach chime unsettled Nefarys with woe
For gossip is in the veins of things that grow.

"She breached the bloom with no regret,
Unraveled law which our roots had set."
cried Tulip with an unflinching vowtorn ache.
Tearing right through her bloomroot's wake.

"If roots still matter and vows still bind,
Then Rose must face what she left in rind.”
Daffodil declared with her petals taut.
As Nefarys wilted in quite distraught.

They said, “If one may breach, then so shall we,
“Not with withering secrets, but unity.”
They all plucked themselves without a cry,
And sang a vow that split the sky.
"You left us rind, and now shall see
What stirs from shattered symmetry.”
And thus, was shown with blinding clarity—
The bloom-born wrath of majority.

I Live Zealously Breathless

"Being alone with Spirit lifts souls with gifts of joy for hearts and light for eyes." Poet

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Whether I am embracing joy or buried in strife,
Your presence has been clear to me all of my life.
Through all years, I have sought to feel You even more
so truth continuously cements firmer within my core.
Your closeness - my awareness ~ I live zealously breathless

Whenever I need and seek precious time alone with You,
I close my eyes so all of the world leaves my view.
Focusing on a tiny white spot grows an ethereal light.
I see and feel vibrations pulsed exquisitely bright.
Your closeness - my awareness ~ I live zealously breathless

Within my chest palpitates a genuine, stupendous high
unlike any intoxication to be felt on earth's side of sky.
It is no longer air that I breathe, but Your glory I inhale.
You lovingly wrap me serene in glimpses of divine detail.
Your closeness - my awareness ~ I live zealously breathless

something about that jazz

as we danced every step was discovery, the creaking patio hardwood
rhythmic and soulful. the light was wet, it’d just rained. under the melting
evening sky time softened, dripped. we glistened, jewels in the night. something
about that jazz, we moved though we can’t dance, we were the piano keys, the air
frolicking around the strings, the breath of every hum. the music was red, freedom
pulsed. I don’t know where we were or when it was, I remember being pulled from
this world by hands soft like the jazz. we danced. as the warm sax blew; we basked
the fuzz, the feeling, the sound, the tears on our eyelids shivering. our shadows
stretched into the earth, laying slender on the sand, in insignificance we revel.
something about that jazz, we slow danced, stepping on each other’s toes - but
it didn’t matter. the sun was going down, we tripped onto the ground. the
hardwood moaned, we laughed. the music slowed, you kicked off your red shoes
the ones you got to wear because it was finally summer. and i lay there, still in your
arms for the very last time, how was i to know that it would be the final. but it was

Humpback Whales At Sea

Clicks, whistles and pulsed calls
coming from whales you can't see 
Within the compounds, no walls 
only ocean water and Captain Lee 

Sonograms and ultrasounds, its a joy  
when whale voices are heard ! 
Binoculars views, soon they deploy 
leviathans swim without a word 

The echo returns not for they do run free  
always returning to their  summer grounds     
Into the womb of the deep blue sea
they go, to a place where they can't be found.

Angel's Voice

As the angel spoke of God’s Son,
Telling Mary what love has done,
Her heart must have pulsed with insight
As this child shines His gentle light.

An angel soothed Mary’s betrothed
Soon, their sweet baby would be swathed
In swaddling cloth, this silent night
As this child shines His gentle light

Angels reveal the birth of peace,
With joy that will always increase,
So love came to make all things right,
As this child shines His gentle light

This truth told by hearts who believe,
Shows us when Mary did conceive
This is love that brings the blind sight
As this child shines His gentle light.

As the angel’s voice sings of love
There is hope promised from above
Love came, our story to rewrite
As this child shines His gentle light

Sultry is the Breathless Air

No one lit a match.
no lamp spilled,
the air kept kindling its hot heart,
it pulsed red all day

The heat-heavy evening slumped
toward a simmering earth,
clouds began to roil,
they swirled,
they broiled in a death dance
of fuming dragon tails,
a wounded flickering
that lashed out blindly.

We laid down our souls,
they were too hot to rescue.
We were weary, too numbed
to be either beasts or humans.

When the sun slowly fell,
carving its way
through the dark rims
of fiery hills,

a smelter of sweating rain
cut the strings of our voices
and revived us not.

More harm than good

What is your biggest fear? My biggest fear is that when I'm away, I won't be able to save her and when I'm there, she'll need saving. Simultaneously, I'm killing her, leaving her open to an attack that could have been prevented if I offered her advice on what to watch out for or trained her for when the circumstance arises. Yet, I know that the greatest thing she'll need saving from is none other than... me. "When you stare long enough into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you." Is this not what I would do to her? The hatred, killings, and secrets can't remain hidden when you've taken a front row seat to be observed. So, tell me... was it worth it turning around on his knees, laid bare a Henry, pale in skin with no sound of thumping nor exhalations. A cold, grim reaper-like shudder pulsed throughout his body at the sight before him. Crying on the dead corpse that could no longer be called Henry, he lifted his head and looked me dead in the eyes. This blackness is what lies beneath in our souls. His eyes were carved out of the sockets and if you stared into them, it was none other than the very abyss I had talked about. I was staring back... at me.

Ambiguous Domestic Abuse

Ambiguous Domestic Abuse.

The hall mirror, has gone.
It was my cage door!
My daily changing reflection
side glanced swift as
an un-robed ghost  i begin again,
last step stairs sitting,
stareing unblinked, eyeliner floods 
cloud my slited vision, blurred
and faint pulsed, but no pain. 
Stagnant the visionless mourning morning 
it does not move, and 
if you are awake, neither do I,
Beyond the gapeing splintered 
front door, lies a tiny piece of
what could be, for me. 
Betrayed in public, by two running colours

Showtime

Excited, awaiting, the time finally came
When you walked through the doorway my heart burst aflame
I took a deep breath to stay calm and keep cool
While inside I was acting the romantic fool

Dreaming you'd kiss me when you saw me there
Your arms wrapped around me with no space to spare
Reserved and collected I'd pretend to be
But you wouldn't know what you couldn't see

Why were we sitting so far apart?
If you were by me you'd hear from my heart
A steady strong beat that pulsed through my chest
Pulling me nearer apart from the rest

"Can I draw closer, to be by her side?"
"The closer the better," desire replied
"Touch accidentally?""Perhaps you will, or
Maybe she'll wink at you, that's better still."

You're with me in essence my lilac, my love
It's not the ideal but it helps me write of
My hopes and my dreams that we'll be together
Those thoughts remain timeless, they'll last for ever

Heart of Stone

I looked to find my beating heart, once ablaze and bold, 
But in its place I find shadows, and embers gone cold. 
The flickering flame once danced, with glee, 
My former place of sanctuary, now cold, empty

In the mirror of my soul, a reflection so stark, 
Where blood once flowed warm, now frozen and dark. 
The heart that once pulsed with love's fervent tone, 
Stands silent and still, transformed into stone.

Yet in the theater of hope, there might still be a chance, 
For sparks to reignite love, in the right circumstance.
Though now I feel frozen, from sorrow's cruel dance, 
I yearn for the warmth, for a return of romance.

Harmonious

Harmonious is not a horrid homogenized concoction,
pulsed and blitzed in a blender mixer,
until the notes and flavors meld and gel set.
Instead it is a polyphonic pitch ensemble,
a juxtaposition of notes in counterpoint.
Chords, sounds, glissando's and voices
all intermingle as individuals,
balancing consonance and dissonance
in harmony.

When your world goes way out of tune,
discordant in cacophony,
clanging with noisy chaotic strife!
Get your harpsichord re-tuned afresh,
to sound notes of love, true blue, not bluesy bent.
Then your soul can be harmonious again
in rhythmic syncopating jam sessions,
adlibbing with your soul mates,
in a potpourri of flavors, savored
harmonious.

Hiss, Hiss, Hiss

A songbird serenaded trilling so sweet.
It resonated thru my soul.
I pulsed to the beat.
Sitting by the pond a frog greeted me.
I croaked back at him serendipitously.
I came across a dog whose tail was wagging.
I bent over to greet him, my body gently sagging.
I discovered a snake concealed in the mist.
I stood quietly in place and let him hiss, hiss, hiss..

Michael Angel of Healing

He  was invisible to the human eye or so it appeared 
until the energy of the sun pulsed upon my shoulder 
Suddenly His radiant face illumined my sight,  
and it was then that I felt the power of His blessed light, 
and that un-describable feeling that said, 
"You are not alone" 
He whispered in my ear "receive the stars" 
and off I went to deliver the healing, miles away from  home ;
Days when by and then one day I received a phone call,  
"I don't what I did to deserve this but all I know, is I am healed"
"By the Grace of God and His Holy Angels" I added. 
Never underestimate the ability of an Angel to  make you whole again. 
Be it physical, emotional, mental or spiritual,  
once an Angel has wrapped their wings around you,  
all you can do is say "thank you" and then add,  " Amen"

Ink Or Blood

Were I with artist brush to place my strokes upon this canvas with the very blood which once passed through my beating heart, pulsed through my veins and bore witness to my soul.....would those strokes with their cry for life call out more boldly from the page than black of ink......and if so is this not admission of lacking not of artist but witness ?  
Words be words and stroke be stroke as should not rest so heavy upon the shoulders of this artist responsibility to provide tools of understanding.

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