Attempt, attempt, attempt, I try, I do,
but find success a frightful,fretful sort
of creature.—.landing always just so short
for you,—my victories?: far less than few.
From void to verse then verse now void,—but you
reject my voice,else’y*u[ / , u ]d*stort
it, and to good will ill intent impart;
My inspiration, skewered by your view,
lies fallow in your lap.—Tell, what’s the use
of baring open heart and mind and soul
when evil’s understood the sole (and whole)
ground of my poetry? — — rather a noose
than these restraints!, ach! and the love you reek
of, it struggles with my fine nose. I speak.
Categories:
rupture, anger, conflict, fear, hate,
Form: Italian Sonnet
In the vaulted sky where thunder roars,
Clouds rupture with a mighty force.
Lightning dances, a fiery waltz,
As rain descends in soothing salts.
The heart, too, can rupture deep,
In agony and pain, secrets it keeps.
Yet, unlike storms that quickly pass,
Time rains down, healing the heart's morass.
Years cascade in a gentle stream,
Softening wounds, as in a dream.
The echoes of pain may still remain,
But with time's touch, they wane.
Categories:
rupture, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
In the break of romance
each one must leave with
"have luck"
" bon voyage"
Categories:
rupture, allusion, appreciation, humorous, imagery,
Form: Light Verse
I've tried a million times to reach the same stage
Facing the same lights
Burning at the same pace
Whatever was left of me, got designated to your happiness.
Can't go rest
Can't take a step
The air choked the life
Out of my breath
And here I am standing with a bouquet of roses—
On my death.
I've never been through this.
The confused mind, the unstable kind.
I would lose myself if I was fifteen,
Straight through my heart, the rupture, the hurt that's hurting-
Didn't close within four years that's been chasing;
Me and my favourites set on those fires
Where the flesh felt alive but the mind went numb...
Things wouldn't go the same as they should
but sometimes we all speak from where we belong.
Categories:
rupture, anxiety, confusion, depression, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Vulture In Our Culture We Should Rupture
a well known vulture
found clinging to our culture
giving a gesture
Categories:
rupture, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
Trump Caused Rupture In Sculpture
Trump caused another significant rupture,
That did create damage to social structure;
Face seeemed mean,
Right at the scene;
Swooped down and ate it up like a vulture.
Jim Horn
Trump sure has put us through a lot of
mental and emotional stress I must
confess and we need to straighten out
this mess.
Categories:
rupture, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Rupture of Trump Infrastructure
Does appear to be another big rupture,
Of Trump, and his infant infrastructure,
Lying and lying;
More supplying;
Has been combined with compuncture.
(Being idiot he has a compunction.)
Jim Horn
Categories:
rupture, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Breaking the habit by breaking the heart
inch by inch, gaze by gaze: it's
a dark matter of time.
Categories:
rupture, absence, blue, dark, gothic,
Form: Kimo
Sensing the future
Out of reality's reach
I had to take flight
Breaking the sound barrier
Into alternate timeline
Categories:
rupture, destiny, inspirational, motivation,
Form: Tanka
She hurry's through the darkened door
Alone in the hall, she begs for more
Fast up the stairs, black and old
Wondering where the light will unfold
The rooms fall beneath her, crumbling as one
Instantly, the house is undone
As white noise sings to the sunless structure
She holds her heart, and feels it rupture
Categories:
rupture, depression,
Form: Prose Poetry
Early morning rumbling sound
As shouting people run around
Remembering the former bout
Trembling world near wiped us out
Hoping soon the nightmare ends
Quivering, quaking terrain bends
Underneath the fallen land
Aftershocks almost as grand
Kneeling down we hope and pray
Earthquake's terror goes away
Categories:
rupture, loss, natural disasters, nature
Form: Acrostic
A glorified pod,
Bursts at the sight of the sun:
Reaching for its dream.
Categories:
rupture, nature
Form: Haiku
There is something seething on the backs of most men
Something born in the primal need to survive
To propagate, to proliferate, to expand upon the horizon
Such pride built into the goading of beauty
So crass this endeavor, yet without we no longer exist
Our world holds this thing as if it does not happen
What are we to look away? The purveyors of vice?
In our minds no better than the little sandals of Roman times
Looking for a way to thrust upon the skies for all to see
And yet our father has given us the golden argument
Hold tight to the code but pleasure in the bonds of woman
This garden of perfection for the promise of tomorrow
Not for the conquest of those who are infirm in stature
But for the men who wish to love the world as it is
The mountains will give us what we need to provide
Do not suckle the sap from every branch in the foothills
We need only what is given and that is more than enough
Categories:
rupture, angst, introspectionworld,
Form: Free verse
Beauty portraying something more
A weakness seeping through the core
A personality of strands so soft, escaping
only through the skin
Wearing lines now die within
It takes so much now to be a "pretty girl"
All decked out, a perfect glow, complete
disguise and every pearl
Always what everyone wants to see
Few can play real to a subtle degree
So I'll mix this reality into something
less true
& Polish my daily smile to be the perfect
gorgeous or whatever it is like you..
Categories:
rupture, confusion, people, sad, social,
Form: Free verse