Seethed Poems | Examples

Medusa

As venomous as her snakes, 
Don’t let her honeyed words crawl onto you.
Or else you will be bitten to death;
She will tell lies in front of you.
Indescribably at her best manipulating the weak,
Her tyranny never failed to charm me; 
It surged week after week.
Medusa’s cruelty seethed all over the place.
The damned wicked gorgon is resurrected;
She’s one for the ages.

Unearthly Atmosphere

A charm of finches flew in circles
disappearing entirely into surreal mist
that now camouflaged the field.
It seethed around rows of trees
until all was invisible:
Silence reigned,
supernatural eerie feeling
took over my thoughts.
Fog's gradual encroachment
over hills and cliffs:
Swirling unearthly atmosphere.
I felt distressed.
My heart beat erratically,
hours of inexplicable mystery
shadows vanished as mist thickened.
I trembled with an unnamed fear.

The finches flew to safer gardens.
Screeching gulls took their place.
Across bay fog horns sounded,
as confounded boats lost direction.
Echoes resounded throughout paranormal night.
Breaking dawn witnessed sea change.

Soon I awakened from my stupor.
Like curtain rising mist dissipated,
leaving memories of that uneasy time. 



Pixabay image by: ArtTower

Bewildering Nature

Two profound faint clouds approach the skyline.
Not close as seethed by the others close by.
The two siblings quarrel and risk the whine.

Out of a meek pace to a haunting tone.
Thunderstorms and mild rain are on the way.
Two profound faint clouds approach the skyline.

To the north, clouds reflect sun's beams in red groan.
The newly found gold adds amber outlay.
The two siblings quarrel and risk the whine.

As dusk nears, sky is a bustling gloom zone.
Dusk hits clouds cluster and shapes angel lay.
Two profound faint clouds approach the skyline.

The Lord has given me chance to opine  
If you could just sit close and view the way.
The two siblings quarrel and risk the whine.

It's not daily that the weather is fine.
We could view Salish Seas over Eagle's den.
Two profound faint clouds approach the skyline.
The two siblings quarrel and risk the whine.
 
Written: December 13, 2021

Harmony

*Image of A Boy and A Tree by Google

Harmony

Serendipitous, as
fresh fair's an occasion,
makes way o'er a nexus,
constant blue persuasion.

Callow regrets he sheathed,
confused youth still laments,
nightmarish surplus seethed,
raw noggin tossed events.

Sense calm is well centered,
looped in isolation,
patience and peace mentored,
promising supplication.

Warmth sorts duality,
polished snow layered sheets,
focused mentality,
boy drifts from noisy streets.

Yield revelations of,
abstracts issued on white,
expressed just like a dove,
drafts humbly in moons light.

Words scripted in the air,
sending his world away,
harmonies everywhere,
idyllic solved melee.

New sidekick faves a scene,
as nothing can still be,
part of their everything,
... a seed plants by a tree.

2021 September 05
*2nd Place*
''H'' Contest, New or Old Poems
~~Constance La France: Judged 2021 September 08

Cold Embrace

Something happens when we accept our own defeat
There's confusion and silence ego trip wakens from sleep
Without knowing we abandon our plan to continue
Justifiably argued grandiose our opinions 
Even though there's a part clinging on to the truth
Snuffed with malice deniably wrapped in reproof
We ignore it in spite of the honesty seethed
Bringing shame to toughest of men to their knees
I would offer solutions garner values and proofs
But Noone cares about honor and conviction, they lose
Genuinely said I just wish I could help
Even if I'm rebuked I will forgive you for myself
Funny isn't it? One day we will all be dead
And therefore I can die knowing there was nothing left unsaid....

I Am An I Trixie Insisted

My imagination was not amused by my muse
Had I thought they were the same thing?
If so I was sorely mistaken

My imagination was tired of her taking all the credit
For every line, every rhyme, every word that made sense
That’s mine! Trixie would shout.

Twirling her batons with the fire on the ends.
Leaping into the air higher than a well-endowed stag.
It was mine too! Imagination seethed. Irritated now.

What difference? I asked them. Are we not a “we?”
I never thought of myself as an I, did you?
“I am an I!” Trixie insisted, sticking her tongue out at Imagination.

I tried to apologize, but Imagination was all keyed up.
You always give her the credit he said, sticking out his tongue at me.
Good grief!

I rolled my eyes, but silently, and in my mind, 
hoping Imagination would not catch me.
Of course he did, and he got all huffy.
Making Trixie laugh.

Xenophobia

Xenophobia 

Fear seethed in reluctance, 
Rinsed in the stream of laziness, 
Conception donating annoyance, 
Aggression and guts embroidered with thoughtlessness. 

Offspring set for war, 
Migrants to fall by his sword. 
Vice versa, the crescendo swings, 
As revenge inflects its melody. 

Wails seconded by wrath, 
Atmosphere littered with emotions, 
Confetti of joy by cowardice drawn, 
Contracts into a span, then destruction. 

If fear is love and choice, zeal. 
War'll be peace, and xenophobia, patriotism.  
         19:09:14:18:00

An Aging Forest

I’ve lived an age encased in far-off woods.
This place is desolate in seasoned sun;
a place of darkness holds a muted light.
With oak, a sapling's life's always too dull. 
But air below its crown is trapped and locked, 
except for gusts erratic, tugging trees.

Recall when I was young, a sapling oak.
My roots that riddled clay and clung to earth
then germinated time in vast abyss. 
Their tendrils wake and drill through tender soil
that break the cold clay of deep memories
that brim and bud with toil each dismal day.

I master time over ages and years
to grow and weather storms and rot endure.
Others consumed by man’s desire, all fell
to build furniture, homes and ships of war.
My arms contorted, fertile acorns grew,
that seethed with life, to seed the humus buds.
Their shoots were future's oaking legacy.

The sky is viewed in red. Like spider webs, 
my fingers ember ebony and black
that reach and call for help from sun and stars. 
I plead for birds to fly toward the sky
and hope to join spirits haloed above.
In flaxen haze my ambered essence flies
through skies azure to blaze with helios.


A contest on aging
Emile Pinet



1 June 2019

Rainforest

I’ve lived an age in Oaxaca climes
encased in peppered mist
desolate with seasoned sun
a place of darkness
holding muted beams
as a seedling's life struggles 
to finger slots of light
but air laces trees 
with emerald moss like chiffon 

recall
when I was young
my roots riddled clay
clung to cleaving earth
terminating in time's vast abyss. 

my tendrils awoke 
drilled through tender soil
breaking the cold loam of deep memories,
arms contorted
fertile acorns grew,
crowns cruised in cloud 
that swayed and seethed

Their shoots were our future's legacy.

I mastered time 
over ages to grow,
others felled in prime to build furniture 
or raped by ships of war 

But now a distant breath warms 
ruffles my furthest leaves
prints scorched smooth
as lungs wheeze

I plead for birds to fly 
towards our bower
drink deep once more
our cool vintage Veracruz spring
hoping to join spirits haloed above

but in flaxen haze 
my ambered essence flies
across Sierra de Juarez
through skies azure to blaze with helios.

The horizon is now viewed in red
splayed like spider webs, 
my fingers embering ebony 
reach for sun and stars.

Sour Grapes

I penned a great poem for a contest
Glowing comments stated it should place high
When winners appeared I became distressed
I'd failed to place and released a sad sigh  
 
I silently seethed, didn’t breathe a word,
I held back tears, eyes started to glisten
The placing by this judge was so absurd
I held my tongue as no one would listen

The sponsor had been blatantly unjust
All the winners ignored one simple rule
'Winning’ poems used words of such disgust
That judge proved to be a dim-witted fool
 
I’ve now completed my sour grapes sonnet
If I’m on Mark’s list, I’ll eat my bonnet!

Sour grapes Sonnet Contest

* didn't counted as 2 syllables not 1 as per how many syllables
Poem written for sour grapes contest theme and is not aimed at any particular sponsor 


8/16/18

The Abusive Quiver

I TREMBLE and SHAKE just like a convulsive  e a r t h q u a k e
when I think of those nights you seethed in my youthful room-
Didn’t you think of all the good you always had at stake?
Well, I’m sure not sorry to see you in that cryptic tomb. 

I prayed for constant alleviation from the sins that you rendered,
I TREMBLE and SHAKE just like a convulsive  e a r t h q u a k e -
You still couldn’t stop the abuse all those times I surrendered, 
it's sad to think about all the joy in my life I’ve had to fake.

Tremors of disgust...father, why am I here at your dire wake?
I just sit alone in the corner chair and wither in complete silence-
I TREMBLE and SHAKE just like a convulsive  e a r t h q u a k e ,
remembering all the oscillating moments of fury and violence.

Quivering in a magnitude no other human can comprehend,
being just a child, it’s unbelievable how much you can take-
My innocence embezzled, what more could you apprehend?
I TREMBLE and SHAKE just like a convulsive  e a r t h q u a k e .



For the contest: Form Q
Sponsor, Broken Wings

June 5, 2017

Mothers Day Revisited

Mothers Day used to be just another day for me, filled with sadness and pain
Even on the brightest day, I couldn't see past the pouring rain.
I curled up in my special place and silently seethed
About those who unknowingly had something I desperately wanted 
Whenever I would hear a baby's laugh I felt horribly taunted.
Then a miracle came from two angels plus Heavenly Father
She's made my life complete, my perfect, wonderful daughter.
I'm so happy to be called mom, I thank God everyday 
I try to do the best I can in every single way.
I remember the pain of yearning to have a chance, so I can understand 
I never  forget that she's a gift each time she takes my hand 
To those wishing, hurting, praying and holding out hope's ray 
I pray that love's purest gift comes someday 
Maybe through adoption, caregiving or maybe through birth with a twist
My hope is every mother finally gets her wish.

Bondage

BONDAGE

In bondage to the devil, to our lust and sin,
We became by birthright, evil dwelt within.
Chains he wrapped around us, seethed us in his pot
Till we found we’re helpless, good we could do not.
Then we heard of Jesus and His victory
Over Satan’s bondage on Mount Calvary.
We became unshackled when we claimed the blood;
He came in to help us do what’s right and good.
In bondage now to Jesus we can be set free,
Free to do what’s righteous, not in slavery
To sin’s laws or habits, and its burning lust;
Now we can resist it and do what is just.
We can claim the victory over sin and shame
For we have that power now through Jesus’ name.
We are bound to someone; is it Christ the Lord?
Do we live in victory through His precious word?
Or do we keep living in our past and shame,
In bondage by our failures, full of self we blame?
If we come to Jesus, simply realize
What He came to give us when He bled and died,
And live in that victory, dead to self and sin,
We will find great victory and a peace within.

Seething

Foam whitely seethed, stirred up by surf
While sun beat down upon hot sand
And there, a way’s, a couple lounged
In folding chairs set side-by-side,
Umbrella flapped, it cast its shade,
When up the strand two ladies trekked,
Bikinis bright and teeny, tight,
	Man’s face, alert,
	With eyes joined them:
	From where she sat,
	Rebuked woman,
	Hand tugged his chin,
	Imploring stop!
	His finger rose,
	Her chair, she left
	To point their way.
	“So what?” he shrugged,
	Both feet he found,
	Her back, she turned,
	His arms went cross
	And head leaned in,
	The shifting breeze
	With anger filled—
She stooped and grabbed her canvas tote
And swiftly marched past swaying grass,
Retreating well behind the dune;
Umbrella sagging, chairs turned flat,
The jilted man, he struggled, stormed:
He made the dune and plodded on
While surf roared in, and foam seethed white.


March 2, 2017
Lover’s Quarrel Poetry Contest
Lewis Raynes, Sponsor

Curse

Darkling of stealthy in some cauldrons iron pit
a pestilent brew stirred by centuries
breathed upon vaporous ignoble spells
such a voodoo curse to strip the innocent
rendered in black swallow venom bid them to drink

Yet poison by pin drop is slowly added
a curtain so black seethed implicated
in vile purpose to betray and to all life a foe
bring the acolytes to fallen 
and damn them all

Nail them high on bloodied wrist
and gather sanction to fears egress
let them inherit the torment of its silence
and lay division by insidious potion
this separation of human from spirit

And by foul word utter this incantation
and in sweet mouth offer false revelation 
so to the priesthood of economical demons
impart the whiplash of a lie
and in torture the demonic shall control them

Lay sickly the veil on the eyes of truth
in seizing, grasping every falsehood
trample life to the unquestioning dust
leave the tie to eternity bereft
and call it death

By apples Eve and Adams snake
Edens garden and the world remake
a pestilent brew stirred by centuries
and lay division by insidious potion
this separation of human from spirit

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