Short Congealing Poems

Summer
intense, fiery
burning, scorching, blistering
heat, wildfires, ice, snow
freezing, chilling, congealing
frosty, arctic
Winter

Ó November 17, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen...

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Mud 

The Mud

Is the earth's black congealing blood

Rising above from the flood 

Nature's pottery clay

The worm's die cursing 

Into the Seagulls beak 

As the tide retreats 

Under sodden sock's and granny feet...

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KILLING JAR

you promised to kill…
this morning a
dark head pacing
sidewinding
slimy sublime
narcissi

the blood read:
trespassers will be
persecuted
strangled
pungent veins
entangled

crammed pulp 
congealing 
filling
killing jar


© Kim van Breda—10 November 2015...

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Bessie the cow
a prizewinning specimen,
has sadly relinquished
her gold rosette

Ruby red ribbons
of congealing blood
coat the floor
of the abattoir

The silly cow
ignored the bull,
farmer Fred’s freezer
will be full!

Ribbon Contest
Sponsored By Line Gauthier

3/25/19...

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A heart
Never used now
Shall die

Dying
A congealing
Dead beat

Beaten
Down to silence
Some where

Where pure
passions exist
Then flee

Fleeing
Soulless to hide
Now lone

Lonesome
Turns to fury
At heart

Heartless
Cold and hollow
Always






Rick Lamoureux's contest
"Mussetle Train"...

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Her bloodstained wedding dress clings to her shaking body
On the floor his corpse lies in a pool of congealing blood
He’d revealed his secret, he was in love with the best man
It was meant to be the happiest day of their lives…

Jan Allison

Contest – four lines
Sponsor - Broken Wings
09~20~15...

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Crippling anxiety 
Tearing away from sobriety 
How else do you get through? 
Attempting not to give in 
Struggling to grin 
And bare the macabre 
Heart racing 
Stomach pacing
It’s like a marathon run 
That never ends 
Suffocating feeling
Sounds congealing 
The scars grow deeper 
Running far away 
To the sunny rays 
Of a paradise free of torture...

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O the eternal bliss of peace!
Like a traitor to the cause of humanity,
you did not receive the impression of my dream
in peace, congealing into flesh, the enumeration of
my nightmare, giving evidence against your soul.
But, notwithstanding, have no delay;
you may yet effectuate this business of peace every day.
You may have slumbered here, 
but the vision did not disappear....

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I crave the quiet not the dark,
filled with such a heavy feeling;
The silence so overwhelming 
always obliterates that spark;

This ship you can’t disembark,
even as your mind’s left reeling;
I crave the quiet not the dark,
filled with such a heavy feeling;

On my psyche it’s left it’s mark,
vital blood begins congealing;
As I stare up at the ceiling,
I crave the quiet not the dark....

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Might I'm wielding,
Coping dealing...
Blight unyielding,
Prying, peeling.

Writhing turning,
Twisting churning...
Mindless  yearning,
Lauding, purring.

Stomach keeling,
Curdling, reeling...
Now  repealing,
Good sense of being.

Thoughts  reverting,
Sleepless,  spurning...
Legs-a-stirring,
Nae adjourning.

Whipping wheeling,
Grip congealing...
Hope that  healing,
Smites these feelings....

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I am a man searching for a place.
I turn about staring into a vista, just hence – 
just erased.

The temperature nosedives
while eyes wince.
The congealing air grows muscles, a brawny blanketing.

It is a young ghost needing to be revealed
in the cold-sweat of existence,
a fledgling elemental seeking form.

I can’t help but feel that I am just coincidental, 
not any part of what’s happening here....

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Listen to poem:

An herbaceous arbor
flanks the harbor
where he labors
fitting words to spaces -- 
blanks he fills, erases.

He savors bits of meaning, 
sculpting sound to logic's shape, 
annealing word and image, 
polishing a verbal mound
congealing on his pad. 

A bird chirps.
Song distracts. 
A moment's lapse.

He compares the bird's 
with his own work,
considers form and content, 
sees the gaps,
tosses his dead page 
into the water's murk....

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