Short Gouging Poems
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Light bursts
Ignite in the sky
Gouging cracks and
Holes through
The darkness
Now a nagging goading
In my ear
Noom-Kaboom
Titanic sky plates grind
twin city-house shakes
gouging to prepare for new road
shovel lifts the earth -
in a row with their mother
ducklings waddle past window
REGRET
Resentment
Exacting its toll
Gouging the senses
Reexamining the
Endless agony of
Tomorrow’s yesterdays.
10/16/2016
Submitted to – REGRET – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Frank Herrera
Desperation
Crawled across my skin
Gouging out new scars
With it's claws of regret
And leaving fresh gaping wounds
Where the sharp teeth of despair
Sought to gnaw their way down
Into the very marrow of my bones
Water cascades down the falls
untethered from protocols.
And gouging out river beds
deposits silt as it spreads.
The sky smiles with a rainbow
and in the mist far below,
water cascades down the falls.
(Elemental)
7/09/2021
Slam.
Closed, the door locked,
bolts bolted,
window sash fused,
window sash fused.
Vehement and implacable,
the wind scowls
gouging an inescapable path,
splitting and cracking,
branches ache,
binds break,
white flag quivers.
Why resist?
surrender!
Powerful words to bring into sentences
Raining out delight to recieve to God
Aiming towards a good way of life
Yielding to the truth
Isolated from the world's way of life and excepting God's the Creator
Nurturing in a new way of maturity and changing our attitudes
Gouging out the knowledge generously given by God
Tongue like a razor;
lashing out.
Words cut like knives;
gouging deep wounds.
Wounds left open;
bleeding, hurting.
Forgotten;
are feelings of happiness.
Engulfed in this darkness,
for longer than just a while.
Longing for someone to pull me up.
Show me once again,
what it's like to be happy;
to be loved by a friend.
Got caught...hoodwinked
only a moment,don't blink
cesspool...full of fools
disregarding golden rule
playing games are the lame
crying shame...pointing blame
poison tipped are the spears
tongues sharp gouging ears
Catatonic catastrophe
blinded minds now hard too see
being led further along
away,away...from our heart of heart song.....
Gemini's ideas cannot be squelched.
They are not easily bruised or injured.
Even if you put a dent in them, they do not go quietly
There is squirming, kicking
Biting, scratching, screaming, stabbing
Gouging, pinching, hitting, and slicing
Even psychopaths and sociopaths
eventually learn to leave Gemini's ideas alone
Usually agreeing it is easier to go after another birth sign's ideas.
I'm beating my heart against a barbed wire fence.
Pain from all directions.
I don't know what to do..
It's killing me.
I just want this pain to stop,
It's ripping me up inside.
Tearing, gouging, blood letting.
It's killing me.
My lungs are filling with blood,
I can't breathe.
My heart still beats,
But it's losing the fight.
Make it stop!
I don't want to feel any more,
It's killing me.
I
Had long
Lost my wings
And abandoned
The heavens above,
Living within the earth
To be tread upon until
My bones, my eyes, my heart, wore down -
Forgotten amongst the soil once more.
My discontentment drowns within the mud
And leaves only a gouging longing.
Tell me a story where I can
Open my dirtied wings wide
And take that final leap;
There's no need for graves
Or tombstones when
I already
Dug the
Hole.
Caress my neck softly
Hold my body close to yours
Tempt these sweet chord progressions
Acoustic affection’d freestyle
Finger my frets with delicate touches
Mother of pearl inlays sweat
Bending vibrating strings
Crank my volume knob high
Sliding capos moan
Play lead in poetic rifts
Soundhole oozes sensual melodies
Gouging pickguard’s scars
Tune me in the key of your love
Strum me hard…
let’s make beautiful music together
BENEATH THE ICE
Multi stranded layers of ice crystals compressed together pressing down with the force of a planet. Slowly moving gouging grinding horrendously hideous damage to three islands at the top of the world on old map not confirmed till dawn of satellite age. Ice slowly melting, global warming turning up the heat changing the very environment more than any ice. Soon the oil will be stolen as man rapes arctic waste for his own selfish greed.
In transit of soul,
when you were under siege,
you got a new number for afterlife
wearing a white robe-
and could see right through
your past picking up the
lips from the despair
of ancient dream.
Will you catch the honeydew
dripping from the eternal tree
of life ? Have you seen night-
blooming flames gouging-
the intrigues from the black
walls ?There has been a deepening
sense of despair. The venus is
ready to unrobe in full glare of sun.
Satish Verma
Listen to poem:
Buoy noise annoys an oyster in bed
Grandma hates Galahs screeching overhead
My dog can't stand vacuum cleaner whirl
Kids hate the noise of nails on chalkboard swirl
Annoyance of noise builds to crescendo
Repeating over again with echo
Noise repeats twice or thrice can be ignored
But after that noise bellows to discord
What annoys are people that hum away,
Those that drum on table with fingers stray
What truly annoys is repetition
Dripping away gouging a submission.