Retched Poems | Examples

R-U-N-N-E-R

Breezy, 
break away free bird, 
as free as easy as the wind
wanderess go onward
 ~ through life~
with an incessant need
to find solace 
and meaning
back in god’s grace
It’s penetrating places you roam
and journeyed from
Free bird without
a home, without your flock
Once wings spread across
golden honey horizons
then held still on a dock
Cries o’er the retched waves
drenched in its chunder
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yet, naïve waif,         
like a seagull in the skyline so free, 
inside is a breezy pathfinder
Blowing are the winds o’er the sea
facile and carefree
Jagged are rugged roads that block,
all paths ahead obscure
bone trails lead downward
Mountain lions abound stalk, 
smell the desperation on sweat
dripper of hurt, rebellious 
When ships pass in at night,
they speak in the darkness,
disappear in the vastness
Free bird fly far—far away,
never to return again
A tempest moves the wind
wildly through the trees
s~h~a~k~ing sands
Put your hands together
Wanderess,
be still, runner
contend a prayer
come into sense
come home ~

Lost Sock Trail

T’was perhaps by dint of fate
Or some demonic spell
That I, a sock, was granted
The gift of sniff-less smell

I gaged and retched in darkness
Of a foot’s pungent aroma
Finally, I fled the scene
Became a match-less roamer

I hang about old laundramats
With socks lost and unfound
They share a single loneliness
A fading hope of being found

Not me, I shout, I shan’t return
It’s the wanderer’s life I seek
For I miss not the brogans
And those feet that truly reek

Yet, you may see me resting
In the warmth of sunset’s fail
Singing songs of corns and bunions
As I walk that lost sock trail

The Eclipse of Sanity

Howling winds flung me into the sea
waves lashed kelp ropes around me
my belligerence grew when I was seized
anger brewed the tighter they squeezed

With fists raised and teeth clenched
I resisted the harder they wrenched
voice rang out in acrimonious scream 
my face contorted, wild eyes agleam
spittle dribbled from cracked lips
I neared the verge of sanity's eclipse

Man is but an elfin grain of sand
a mortal never has the upper hand
when wrangling with a sea of thunder
I was punished and plowed asunder
beneath coral reefs to ocean's floor
I cursed until I could no more

My swearing wails echoed my destiny
retched was my body from an angry sea 
briny foam spit me on the rocky shore
done with me like an oft beaten whore
My crime was that I'd chosen wrong
the one I loved became my swan song

Piercing needles of torrential rain
burning injections increased the pain
Such bitter tea the cruel sea can steep
and I, a crumpet, tossed in restless sleep

Fire Truck Red

I wish my sentences came with a receipt of words so I could take back what I said, I wasn’t being completely honest when I said I wasn’t scared of him.

 Praying on the un-expecting innocent children. You spit out virginity, purity and safety. 

How could I not believe in evil when you stood there tapping the knife between your two fingers, the sound of the blade scraping against the wall, the feel of your breath on my eight year old neck. 

I could still feel that breath and I scrubbed my thighs until they were fire truck red, ripped the skin of my lips and let my soul leave the empty shell of my body so I’d never be able to feel that form of touch again.

 Because who needs intimacy more than a broken man with a retched ego, a man with more victims than morals, a man whose blood is liquor and suffering.

Invasion, Causation

Across the city the emperor called
For recruits to join the legions
Travel to new and strange lands
And conquer for covetous  reasons

As sun beat down they trained their men
To fight  for colonisation,
Taking with them skills and knowledge
Introducing urbanisation. 

Past mountains, lakes and plains they marched
Battalions stood United  
Crossing countries, rivers, sea,
Arriving uninvited. 

Invasion, yet they brought with them
Progression, innovation;
Technology since lost in ages dark
Transforming a whole nation. 

Roads of stone, heated floors
Domestic sanitation,
Walls dividing tribes and clans
Fuelling aggravation.  

Yet Britain’s climate, wet and dour,
It’s warriors and chief,
Sent Rome’s great fighters fleeing home
Struck dumb in disbelief,

That this small nation could be such
A hostile, retched place,
And Rome  needed protecting
From the Jutes and Angles race. 

So after Constantine’s withdrawal 
Britain re-emerged  anew,
Rebirthing of a greater nation,
Than the one the romans slew. 

Left behind their legacy
Culture, architecture
But no longer an unwitting, oppressed,
Out-posted prefecture.

All For the Cause

She sought out the secrets of the sinister circle
    diabolical, dainty dances of death
  where butterflies flutter, motorcycles v-v-r-r-o-o-o-o-o-m
    and reputed regime change plays dumb

  She hurled herself onto the altar of martyr's remains
    chew-'em-up-spit-'em-out sacrificial marks of cain
  her grisly face decomposed ere her family knew
    how she retched at what she was up to

The Marathon Race

In the monstrous, glaring, beat-down rage of the blazing sun 
I rested on my lawn chair and saw the slower racers 
cross the finish line of the longest race in foot racing

They retched, threw up and fell to the ground
trying to grasp the elusive breath, holding on to their sides 
truly a pitiful, heart wrenching sight

Except on the victory stand
which was set away from the finishing runners
on stage winners looked ready to run another 26-mile marathon

Their Adrenalin up, their smiling faces infecting all the racing enthusiasts 
all runners experienced the hurt of exhaustion, pain, valor and spirit
not to be endured again until the next marathon

The next marathon, grueling, grinding and punishing
 is pain felt more by the losers, that is, unless they win
then the pain won’t be as bad 

But heroism and bravery and endurance of resolve will still be on display.

Bad Kitty - Birdie's

He listened for them in the wood
as daylight blossomed, poised to prowl
For breakfast, breast meat sounded good 
and Cat could feel his stomach growl

Soon, struck by a cacophany
of cheeps and chirps, of coos and caws,
Cat snuck up on them, tree by tree
and hushed each cluck with teeth and claws

They paid no mind, so were plucked clean
from every nook where they would sing
but had they looked, they might have seen
him right behind them and took wing! 

When Cat had eaten every bird, 
he retched a ball of beaks and feet,
spat out one final bone and purred,
outstretched atop the spongey peet...

Hiraeth

Home, a peaceful state of mind; 
Indigestible, impossible to find;
Raging in a retched restlessness, 
abstract visions, nothing tangible; 
Every echo emerging swallowing me,
taking with it my overturned roots;
How can I find my way home?

An Eye For An Eye

Arms stretched wide, I welcome none
I look to no one for I am lost
And cannot obtain the soul in which you so strongly desire from myself
I am pitying
Yet all knowing to I
So how can I still remain as clueless as the beginning of time

Deny thy name, and come forth with your rage;
You can unshackle these sins that are lodged so deeply in my being
Instead
You choose to tease me with such contempt, that I fall deeper into limbo

I am stuck in a never ending slumber

When shall this nightmare cease to be so,
Of unworthiness so worthy of being within me?
Thou are retched, and thou are heartless
Yet thou are still clueless as ever. Much like myself. 

I pray to the all knowing god, for I truly know nothing
But you find reason to commend me in this broken age.

No Backbone

No Backbone
Tom’s Opinion
1/15/2021

S-elf centered
N-arrow minded
O-verly sensitive
W-retched
F-ake
L-iberal
A-rrogant
K-illjoy
E-ntitled
S-pecial treatment

Tricked In Treating

Like a zombie at a town picnic
Scarfing brains in my room, like a shtick
My costume I offed
For I retched and coughed
Mom said, "That was the ultimate trick!"

October 30th, 2019

9
9
5
5
9

Narcissist

It is but new,
It’s something we knew,
That you and we,
We would never be.

Preach a speech, a leech so sly;
Would play a tune, a stanza,` a cry.’
At which you’d grin; lie, deny,
Would grapple our hair and drag us a mile.

When you’d be home, to clasp our throats;
A katana so quick -unsheathed- you smote!
You’d curse and blame to elude your pain,
Upon ‘the others’ who’d loved you the same.
There comes a time when forces of life,
Must tear us apart, to be kept alive.

These days, those minutes, those seconds that flies,
A repulse to cognize; we art retched with flies.
Those seasons, those years, those phases we'd spent,
Bemoaning,` Won’t you come and repent?’
As we vindicate, you’d cantillate;
Life serves us a stale lemonade.



2-9-19
One Hundred and Thirty-Six Words Poetry Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
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The Count Down

The first drink is to calm the shakes
The second one to help erase
This retched life that I can't face
All because of my drinking days

The third one to take off the edge
The forth is more to help forget
All I said and all I did
When I downed that one drink left

The fifth makes me foolishly think I can
The sixth helps slur what words are left
Where all of this will end up at
Word to the wise, don't place your bets

The seventh turns into a cry for help
While the eighth one helps itself
On the ship that has set sail
Upon this demon liquids constant swell 

After nine I can't remember why
Ten to see I'm legally blind
After all of this you would think I'd find
A better way to spend my time

Musebound

Once while sitting, idly, scribbling
thoughts, like drool, slow, slowly dribbling
eraser tips muse gnawing, nibbling
I spied a shadow on the floor
suddenly the muse came creeping
creeping through mind’s chamber door

The month was chilly, wet, and raw
goosebumps raised by wingless “caw”
pencils clutched in darkened maw
mocking me in retched slumber
muse dangling in her frozen claw
words fled the dying lead filled lumber.

“Muse” I cried, “be gone, be free”
“take you’re accursed touch from me”
“unclench my soul, let it be!”
retouch the page with warmth of pen
Heralds - in trumpeted decree
Rejoice – for Now is never Then.

So does the flow of lover’s hearts
celebrate such “fits and starts”
play both “joy and sadness” parts
from icy veins bring forth blood red
upon bare pages draped in art
‘tis passion’s heat the muse must bed.

©4/7/2018

//with apologies to the Bard//

submitted to – BRING ME TO LIFE – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Aiyah de Torres

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