Ricochets Poems | Examples

My heart still hangs in my mouth

its whimper sounds like a whisper, it slips as it slithers away
the loud fear it left on my mind still spins my spine
i run, forgetting my heart is still hanging in my mouth~
it pounds like a tornado blowing through my veins
the ricochets of its anger shudder even my tiniest nerves
our nights and days will never cross paths again.

A Good Sense Of Humour Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality

How I hate it when they call me a clown,
Yet I can't help but make people laugh.
It comes unbidden, needing no invitation —
As though a trove of jokes is placed in my mouth.

Often I try to bridle my face and talk tough,
But when a flume of gloom drowns spirits deep down,
Then my sense of humour becomes their salvation —
A spring of joy that quenches sorrow’s drought.

Time has taught me that humour holds a balm ~
It lifts the weight boredom lays on minds.
It brightens paths in life's dark forlorn mines,
And lifts me too, when others' jokes make me smiles.

Humour sheds tears when no cry’s in mind,
It soothes loneliness with enduring calm.
A cashless payment offered sorrow as a fine,
A thrill that ricochets through veins for miles.

A chapter of me should wear the clown's toga proud,
Since joy and radiance my humour brings to faces,
A talent that needs no stress to express,
The reason my presence delights all and sundry.

The darkened sky stole my Tears

"The darkened sky stole my tears,"
replaced the heat of hurt with jewels,
specks of lunar-glazed silver dust, 
to see me sip rose-wine reveries of midnight,
where procrastinated promises
and dusky dreams of the heart linger...

Perhaps, I knew not my need ~
to be saved by the burning shimmers 
and silken shivers of your silhouette 
drifting through indigo azure in silence,
like flickers of love long veiled in  haze ~ 
      a reflection of nocturnal thirst.

If only you could undress your lyrical lens
to speak the unspoken ache
inscribed within infatuated ink  ~ 
hidden beneath cerulean hymns 
then I would not carve kohl lines, 
      of sleepless sighs lost to time... 

So unlock the garden of galactic secrets 
breathing within the soul of stars
twinkling russet tales of twin-flames. 
There I'll reside, where your voice ricochets, 
as the devoted black diamond ~ 
forever engrossed in dews of desire...

It is to be

Staring into the stratospheric abyss 
Cumulus clouds swiftly drift along.  
As I stand at a dusty precipice,  
The white-hot heat of the sun beating down,  
Microscopic gravel crunches beneath questioning feet.

A flood of overwhelming emotions washes forth,  
Whilst a broken heart is drowning.  
The last words you spat at me, stuck on repeat,  
Play like a needle scratching a broken record.  
Cupping my ears, I try to shut out the incessant noise,  
But it just ricochets like emotional shrapnel,  
Piercing into my tormented psyche.

Reliving the vital few seconds of a scene gone so wrong—  
Have we somehow traveled past the event horizon,  
Becoming an implosion of complete annihilation?  
As the wind whips past, sending ripples through the air,  
I frantically search the debris for answers.

Grasping at particles of dust—  
Invisible atoms of desperation.  
But they're unattainable.  
It is to be our downfall,  
Just as a resolution to this inquest  
Disappears with the sun  
As it wanes over the mourning horizon.

Memento on the moon

Leave the ground to fly upward forever 
a quintillion atoms blasting astray
It’s April 20, Crack open an Easter egg 
be careful not to drop, if a Fabergé

Celebrate Apollo 16, NASA’s high point 
also light a candle down Columbine way 
Luna doesn’t judge beyond her influence 
so can’t be complicit in the price we pay 

Deepwater horizon, fades into distance 
not to mention some Dictator’s birthday
What marks a memento of lasting impact?
recurring dates in an almanac of ricochets?

Every once in a phase, flies by April 20
she turns her face, but cannot look away.

Forced Rhymes

A whiff of my kitchen, a medicinal pill,
the side order of rain drools at a windowsill.

An utterance precedes a service; the rumble,
the window slides itself shut. A bumble
bee ricochets off a glass pane
moaning louder than our train

of thought waylaid with bacon sizzling up a storm.
There's an anxiousness trapped inside as warm
as indoors petrichor's marshmallow mood
steamed under nostrils fused above burned food.

A swirl follows itself in a perfect circle
on a smartphone screen. The attentive middle 
of somewhere where I don't know where I am headed
while time and place are forgettably wedded,
O lips lit up, no doubt, by the whitening screen,
words digitize what would otherwise burn green.

Picasso Paradox

my mind is an abstract vase,
adorned with 
     crystal gold lines~ 
                 from pixelated pearls
homing 
      whimsical wishes
               and 
      blue-rose reveries,
a Picasso paradox
           painted 
                with 
       sculptured serenity...

but as violin warmth
                of melancholia 
 ricochets in 
                 hypnotic cadence
listen to the 
              lethargic starlight
   orchestrate a concerto ~
depicting this tired tongue,
   s e a r c h i n g 
for a major chord
         of magical mellifluence
to summon the 
           silver 
                  of your 
                        citrine moon... 

for when i n k 
             flows between 
  sun-blushed seas
             in feisty meter
I still trace your
        blue-blaze vibrance~
drawing an ardent ambience
             of l o v e 
                         before the r a i n...

set for life

                      set for life 
                   
                  to be a success 
            takes an element of luck 
               a big sledgehammer 
                fortuitous ricochets 
       unlike me ~ know when to duck

Winter's Coming Kiss

A-rush
In a feather ruffling frenzy
cooling the flamboyant sunrise
muffling the warblers
with waffling winds

chilling the audience
in an ice-like stare
your shivery essence
ricochets through the canyon

startles the cliffs
bellows amid the echoes
of yesteryears challenge
stirs a red dust devil

they call you cold, December
for they are frail
and cannot bear the sting
of Winter’s hoary kiss

Komorebi

Komorebi 11-8-23
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Komorebi

Sunlight dashes through boughs adorned
In autumn’s scent of red orange crimson
Tossing diamonds of daybreak from their limbs
Into the borning air of dawn
To litter the forest floor in clutter of crystal auroras	
Playing hide and seek with shadows,
Awakened by the roster’s first blush,
To prance across branches on tip-toes of brindled magic
As the moon and sun, the darkness and dawn,
Change places in daily do-se-dos,
Leaving fingerprints of light, in moments of intimacy,
When fingers of dappled warmth push back shadows
With celestial sighs of radiance
And flutter like a sparkling flute of luminosity
Cascading in ricochets from oak to elm to evergreen
Until gleeful pandemoniums of white fire 
Give birth to awe in strings of burnished zephrys 
Draped in jubilees through boughs of dawning beauty 
Woven in strands of light as sunshine thinks on loveliness -
Decorations of celebration!

Hearing

When symphonic waves crash on soundless shores,
Listen to the cadence of silent seas,
He's a virtuoso of voiceless woes,
orchestrating pre-written faith, at ease.

For every tainted tide, transpires a tune,
If you lend your ear to the unsung sighs,
perhaps sonorous currents too would croon,
amidst ringing reasons that fall and rise.

There's a fine song for every shipwrecked heart,
entrenched in rhymes from the soul of sand dunes.
Healing comes through searing sirens as art,
rhapsodizing themes of roaring runes.

As waters whistle, hushed air ricochets,
resonating the melody of a dulcet dove,
breeze beneath ripples rewinds and replays,
in divine dialects through language of love.

Whilst chorus of crickets swiftly unfold,
allow nature to compose musings of the ocean.
Words can only whisper deep scars untold,
in poetic crescendo, that translates intense emotions.

Fibromyalgia

and then buzzing starts below skin
shocks shoot along veins

I hold my arm 
a different pain today

it buckles the knee 
grinds the shoulder
it burns the elbow
gnaws the hip

I rub my back
a deep breath and sigh 
ricochets ribcage-aches like children 
playing at pinball machines

another new pain today
another old pain tomorrow
the everywhere everyday unsurprising surprise

and a spasm grips within muscle

Days of Rain

days of rain

charcoal black skies churn
 endless days of pouring rain ~
  puddle reflections

thunder showers roar
 torrential pounding rhythms beat ~
  pearls drip from bare twigs

showers from cloudbursts
 in crystal liquid sunshine ~
  season of rainbows

sculptures of branches
 twist in a winter twilight ~
  buds on empty boughs 

light breathes in darkness
 winter wears black and white scarves ~
  rain bathed red berries

squalls ride whirlwinds
 dripping with rowdy raindrops ~
  parched earth ricochets

1-31-23
Syllables checked with www.howmanysyllables

After the Fact

A heavy rain wipes away the history of a pavement.
On a splashing surface it dashes off
an abstract and flowing script.
Watermarks thunder fleetingly
only to ricochets away
to stir the wordless with more fluid symbols.

I have seen rain write on mud,
moving punctuation marks around
with a drenching aplomb.
Symbols mix and meld
until an exclamation mark explodes
in a shower of meaningful spray.

I guess everything is a poem
as long as you don't call it one.
Writing is what the poem does
after it lands somewhere.

To Kill a Mocking Bird

*Image of Harper Lee View by SMaga.

To Kill a Mocking Bird

A feared world like a Japanese *macaque,
Terror strikes external, flys the war hawk,
Ricochets Toccata & Fugue by Bach,
As the free world furthers debate and talk,
Astir and toss like in a Chinese wok,
NATO military supplies ad-hoc,
"People protect what they love," -- Cousteau, Jacques,
Ukraine warns hope will run out on the clock,
USA and Russia, the new, **Iraq.

*macaque pronounced; ma-kek, or, ma-kok--I used the latter
**Iraq pronounced; I-rek, or, E-rok--I used the latter

2022 October 06

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