Short Fermenting Poems
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Categories:
fermenting, day, weather,
Form:
Verse
I am
fermenting in tedium
emotionally over-reactive
frequently inappropriate
irresponsible but trustworthy
discontentedly powerless
and frequently overwhelmed.
Categories:
fermenting, 11th grade, angst, emotions, feelings, identity, teen,
Form:
Free verse
sweet
saccharine, sugary
dulcifying, tasting, adoring
confection, savory, tangy, acidity
fermenting, distasting, frowning
vinegary, astringent
sour
Date written: 05/13/2023
Categories:
fermenting, creation, poetry, words,
Form:
Diamante
Dill pickle hated him so
Because he stank badly
Dill pickle screamed just go
Blue cheese wept thus sadly
When I leave the fridg, bro
I'll stink ever much mo
Dill pickle grew older
Fermenting like a bozo
Then opening his holder
A stink scent deathblow
Categories:
fermenting, funny,
Form:
Quintain (English)
soft hands forbidden
rage lives here
fermenting in greed and hate
too clever by half
he knows naught
conceitedly he postures
tightly in control
power mad
untouched by pitiful cries
a childhood denied
forever
haunted by what could have been
Categories:
fermenting, betrayal, child abuse,
Form:
Haiku
These are people?
These are people.
On the television.
I need redundance
To remind myself
I surmise my sight
Perceives wraith’s
I peer through them
Clean glass onions
Fermenting the soup
Soaking up malleable
Lonely hearts breaking
Like glass that melts
In the quiescent horizon
Categories:
fermenting, america, confusion, corruption,
Form:
Free verse
It was after the times of mules
Irish slave contracts
Inside of the states of minds
Of those who fled from effort
Abandoning life in infancy
Creating devastation
And fermenting grew, cresting above skies
Literatures from slaves
Unwilling to begin Roman tongues
A time before the Republic
Categories:
fermenting, august, bible,
Form:
Free verse
O loving, tender spring,
full of growing things,
Why is there winter in your eyes?
Your quick visit has hurried
your slow, fermenting graces ----
Everywhere, far and wide
blinding snow!
blowing endless white!
No more your balmy breeze
to lead me outside!
Categories:
fermenting, nature, spring, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
effete
yet
resplendent
effervescent
svelte
like
never -the- less
perverse
serene
in
her
secret
depths
fermenting
the
fantastic-
her
essence
enters
the
ether
ethereal
yet
exists
in
imagination
Categories:
fermenting, fantasy,
Form:
Verse
Those drunken nights and barroom fights
now seed my fallowed ground
Where women spurned and lovers churned
rule memory’s lost and found
Those wasted days and sleepless years
like wine have aged within
Fermenting each unwritten page
—reharvesting my sins
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Categories:
fermenting, memory, sin, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
“Tis pain not concern, life in earth hath become off as vague scorn.
The poison of asp drips ahead of her tongue…her honeycomb hath dried…
Life sourest as wine gone wild of natural fermenting,
wrong of love she chose extreme delusion ere her love of truth.
Loose the yoke, chaotic, psychosis, strife let life's people renew.”
Categories:
fermenting, confusion, life, love,
Form:
Blank verse
The Rubaiyat still murmurs misty-sad
Of youth’s romantic dreams we all have had
And lost, along the years of laughter, love, and tears,
Like once-sweet wine fermenting bitter, bad.
Is mere self-pity poetry or art?
Fitzgerald thought so, and he squeezed the heart
Until he bled the pain that fell like wine-red rain,
Proud passion punctured by a poet’s dart.
Categories:
fermenting, art
Form:
Verse
gaunt ghost jolting
lusty lurch fermenting
felon higgledy-piggledy fostering
busted hurly-burly blistering
hoisted emotions hankering
strife strove, surging
damped death drooling
after ghost galloping
scared fate sobbing
at mystic margin:
pulpy pace shrinking
death met banshee
callous war's conceived
death feigning defeat.
19:12:12:08:56
Categories:
fermenting, death, gothic, horror,
Form:
Sonnet
I hear those eyes
calling me
quaking lips touch to kiss
trembling flesh is again refreshed
you kindle fire
arouse the pyre
abandon lines
two entwine
indiscreet
expectation
horizons crossed
delivered relief emancipation
my dear
the vista’s clear
two as twins entangle
but fruit rots
sweetness dies
falling from
fermenting vine
Categories:
fermenting, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
skeptical swollen sore
garnishing gaunt gores
damped dungs dripping
flawed flavor fermenting
airy atmosphere puking
taunted translation trailing
burnished body brooding
felony fluid fiddling
dark desires dangling
scared emotions moistened
sumptuous sanity slackened
luminous lust darkened
amaranthine ambiguity flickering
vile vision smirking.
19:12:01:12:13
Categories:
fermenting, passion,
Form:
Sonnet
Like wine in storage,
The cellar of my perception ages
Buried deep in its recesses
The past and future abandoned
—time no longer the vintner
Fermenting in the immediacy
Of the chosen instant
And distilling in the perfection
Of the perpetual present
—the moment reopens
Bringing with it everything
—and nothing at all
(Garrett Hill Pennsylvania: January, 2014)
Categories:
fermenting, age, time,
Form:
Free verse
your sword, my destiny
roaming
the length of my lattice
the punctuation of persistence
amid perseverance
alone you allow
the allure
an acumen of accumulation
resting upon my once dormant domain
thru such,
a window
I
but a reflection
of your moon
living/loving
as one
with the sun
a lover of fortitude and valor
fermenting in your fortress
not allowed to ever be outshone
Categories:
fermenting, analogy, identity,
Form:
Romanticism
An opened valve of tears
lusting a smoldering lament,
vocals vanish from the ears,
fermenting an anger of consent.
With powerless loss of reason,
the self inflicted curse of hope,
a vile taste of treason,
dreams shattered in myope.
Striding through a darkened tunnel
the light flickers less bright.
Squashed down through on life's funnel,
disappearing out of sight,
caught out by the blistering pace of romantic plight!
Categories:
fermenting, loss, lost love, love, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
I think nothing of the insecure
mistruths that inhabit your sight.
Fermenting like aged peaches and rye placed
upon an invisible shelf.
To question oneself is to admit that nothing
can be known, is truth
in itself.
Long forgotten pasts hibernate in the mind
obscuring the view of our eyes,
pulsating, thriving to survive
their primitive habitat.
Overloading your image of reality
to contain their misconceptions,
once known truths.
Categories:
fermenting, life,
Form:
Free verse
Don’t bury me in an eco-pod
for I am biodegradable already.
Don’t bury me in the earth,
or animal feces I might birth
nor in lead
because while lead is harmless to the dead
it is after all lead.
Don’t bury me under stone,
beneath a stone all alone.
Bury me in fermenting compost,
you may leave my feet
sticking out just for laughs.
Yes wormy me, good an
germy, awfully squirmy,
until all is dank and smelly,
the I will grow roses
out of my belly.
Categories:
fermenting, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
The Elect Lady
~“Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven in earth hath
become hell as woman scorn. The poison
of asps drips forth of her tongue…her honeycomb
hath dried…
Life sourest as wine gone foul of sweet fermenting.
Amiss of love, a strong delusion of her was chosen, ere
her love of truth. Loose the yoke, chaotic,
psychosis, Pharaoh let her people go.”~
For and in Honor of Wandering Butterfly
And Contest: Romeo and Juliet; How tragic is Love
Categories:
fermenting, allegory
Form:
Blank verse
Midnight screams
Fill my dreams,
For peace my mind
Violently fiens
Trapped in its focus
Of lies that are told
Fermenting with mold
As I grow old
Drowning in sorrow
And swimming in regret
Realities window casting
Shadows I cant forget
The clock ticks by
As I sit and cry
Whispering words
In forms of goodbye
Hollow sounds
Lurk beneath me
This daily dance
I cant break free
Depression rules
Everything I am
At the end
My final stand
Categories:
fermenting, depression
Form:
I do not know?
Faces everywhere
in trailer hitches
and granite spar
Jelling dragons sit and stare.
Faces everywhere
in gnarled tree trunks
with gapping maw
Munch’s scream saw.
Faces everywhere
snarling faces
with frightening frowns
from hummocks in the ground.
Furrowed brows
All seeing eyes
untidy drool
fermenting anger Nature’s pool.
Who’s alone?
Not eye?
Who thinks they’re alone
under the sky?
Can’t you see?
Don’t you know?
Each objects spirit is etched
Just so.
Categories:
fermenting, introspection
Form:
Rhyme