Short Coma Poems
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Comatose and half dead
Yet hearing every word they said.
It couldn’t be worse for me or them.
Expect my death, and pray-Amen.
thy worldith isith thy canvasith.
thy painterith thy paintith.
thy poetith, makeith thy poetith.
thy worldith thy endith.
chickenith jockeyith.
Form:
Awaking from deep coma
Capturing realities
Shattering mind chimeras
Fugacious stupor
Example for Reality Contest
5-18-2016
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Coma
As I spoke with loneliness
it echoed its dreams
in faint whispers
a trace of me
air silently
breathe
life in
me.
2020 February 27
She was lava lamp pliable
Easily moved and positioned
Flippy floppy appendages
Ridiculously compliant
Rare signs of life
Loud breathing
Danger of falling
Bed sore bound
Six year coma
Madam Justice has been drugged.
She's been knocked out and lies in a coma.
We'll have to hold our own until she come to.
Meanwhile the horses are loose and running wild.
So are the lunatics and criminals.
Choking on its wealth…
America now suffers
The Acid Reflux
Of a life at ease
Suffering poor health…
A country now drifting
Into the coma of denial
—and no longer free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
death did not enter the room
death built the room I was in
a saga worth being exhumed
death did not enter the room
seeds of guile indeed did bloom
slow, malignant, and close to sin
death did not enter the room
death built the room I was in
Into Coma Started Sinking
Try to write awful Poem was thinking,
Until both of my eyes started blinking;
Both hands folded,
And was scolded;
Into another coma had started sinking.
Jim Horn
Am over 10 again. How sad. More
copy and pasting.
Comma no coma, we just pause
Silence enables bliss
Fears and desires, suffering cause
We contract, serpents hiss
Slow dow hermit, slow down
Wipe of ego borne frown
In blissful rapture drown
Feel love’s aroma
Comma no coma
10-March-2023
Quietus
Sleep has become my savior
Dreams now my manifest destiny
Construing the world for me
Calming the chaos of my waking mind
My conscious plays little games
To create a sense of order
Then some sort of Messiah rescues me
And gives me blissful shelter
Why wouldn't I want to sleep forever?
subconscious coma
borrowed feelings
betrayed wisdom
abused intellect
stolen thoughts
discarded emotions
a subconscious coma
lost in the stratosphere
of humanities collective conscience
manipulating the laws of the universe
at war with the mystic
exploding ego's lost in stars
to be recycled
endlessly
forever
Once was a princess
never so old, so young
soul adrift in loneliness
never so asleep, so awake
caught by darkness
never so lost, so found
visions showing her choices
never so dark, so light
seeing herself as she is
never so bad, so good
waking to familiar voices
never so ill, so well
now knowing what life is
never so so, so hope.
I'm lost in my mind,
insanity creeping slowly towards me,
I feel empty,
the world is slipping away,
and I fall,
through darkness,
through nothingness.
I can taste blood,
my blood,
I feel cold,
I see the blackness of my mind closing in around me,
I feel death,
I fear it,
this life won't take me,
I have fallen to deep into insanity,
I have fallen into a coma.
Whispers of mutinies touch her rose pedal ear
She peacefully sleeps through her endless nightmares
She journeys through the darkness seeking only light
The days drift by but for her... Only night
The machines breathe for her like a metronome
Through these sterile halls her spirit roams
The day has finally come to let her go
As my hand reaches the plug, she screams NO!
The person stuck on that memorable throne,
They are not too immune,
Twitching with suspicions,
A knife behind their back,
Soon they will be by your side,
A partner ready to behead,
Constant checks, Lonely Medicine,
The pool of influence,
Followed by infection,
The recovery time is raw,
Developing more than before,
The morale of their greatest actions,
Only a fraction of their innocent mind.
Will i tend to forget
The innermost part
Of my memory
Interfere with my plans
Doubt the existence
Of this translucent layer
Will the signs of my weak
Body disappear
...
Epileptic thoughts
Anonymous crashes
Hallucinating phases
An eternal vexation
A dizzy maze
A painful exhalation
...
Will i tend to lose my sanity
When i wake up,
Will the truth be blurted
Shall i take off the mask
And take back my knife
water streaming over rocks
then down over your body
tan from days in tropical sun
stretched out lazy naked on ancient
ceremony rocks
fish ponds
lazy waves across the way find the beach
and beckon
but I am enjoying too much
this rare site of naked relaxation
feasting my eyes on your beautiful
body
even better that you have relaxed into
a fine state of love coma
head back
eyes closed
water streaming
Form:
Oh! I miss your spontaneous laughter,
the mischievous, bright glint in your eyes;
everything around you is quiet
just like my heart which silently cries.
I wish you could acknowledge my words
and respond when I gently touch you.
No-one now bothers to kiss away
my tears as they unrelenting flow;
for I fear that you will never wake
and that I would be alone again
in the dark and the frightening nights -
alone with my sorrow and pain.
The ocean below screams in public
Sleeping behind ear-splitting applause
Anger, anger, with peaceful thoughts
And actions, actions, I don’t know
The man they call monkey face knows
With explosions surrounding every
Move he makes
Crying in the darkness with sunrise
His only hope
Dewey asked me do you always smile in public?
Yes I replied sunshine warms the world
01/12/11
8:37 pm
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sleep in life's coma,
i lead my Odyssey, or does my pen bleed i'm i Homer.
freeze, but it's hot where these souls reach,
nobodies hands up, they just stand up, on they soap box and preach.
instead of trying to teach,
to our necks is there feet,
hands in our pockets, only a profit they seek.
only destruction they leave,
or disease in our foods and its toxic to breath.
but it's nothing to me.
sleeping in life's coma.
shhh let me be.
Velvet Coma
Slumber to ponder.
Die to find you.
However long it takes.
All wait by your bedside.
I’m writing you a letter.
Rest like a feather.
The only one I love.
Deep emotions.
A hug forever.
I would take your dying place.
I can’t live without you.
Waves calm and beautiful.
Memories Azure, water front.
Could never fathom leaving you.
My soul mate.
All stay up late.
Squeeze my hand when you're awake.
Heaven holds us everyday.
Velvet Coma
Slumber to ponder.
Die to find you.
However long it takes.
All wait by your bedside.
I’m writing you a letter.
Rest like a feather.
The only one I love.
Deep emotions.
A hug forever.
I would take your dying place.
I can’t live without you.
Waves calm and beautiful.
Memories Azure, water front.
Could never fathom leaving you.
My soul mate.
All stay up late.
Squeeze my hand when you're awake.
Heaven holds us every day.
Sleet on the turnpike
in the middle of the night
but I keep driving,
both hands on the wheel,
nowhere to pull off,
and a yellow bus
comes over the line
and kisses my truck.
That's all I remember.
Now I'm in bed,
wired to things,
unable to move,
listening to a doctor
telling my wife,
"It's been two weeks,
no improvement."
He asks her nicely
if we should let him go,
the dimwit bastard.
If I could, I'd scream
but I can't even
wiggle my toes.
Donal Mahoney
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*Image of Vulnerability by The Conversation.
Coma
Endeavoring eyes opened
to the nothingness ere it.
Harkening labyrinths aches
to the silence yond.
Alone spoke I and
loneliness echoed
in faint whispers.
There remains
a trace of me
airing silently
the breath of
belonging.
Inspired: 2022 March 28
*7th Place*
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 4
~~Mark Toney: Judged 2022 June 25
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND 1098
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 30