Short Intruding Poems
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A thick smog, none alike.
Where thoughts dwell
bundled up tight.
An intruding sight
holding its ground.
No longer safe and sound.
Form:
nature stirs oblivious to me
the sea the land and sky above
i am the outsider intruding
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AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Such loving words whispered in my ears
Such intruding hands running through my skin
Such brutal teeth haunting my flesh
Ocean eyes washing your trace away
I'm losing the only thing you left
No other beast, intruding
But is with gun, protruding
Down a slant of light's
Treed funnelling through.
Man, seen as. Man, imagine!
More out of place to define
Non-native killer;
A world, foreign to!
I will not want
To see you again,
From my thoughts
I shall suppress
You forever.
And even if you
Would pass through me
Again
I will be gone while
You’re intruding.
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
Intruding fingers
Linger at the hollow of her back.
Heart fluttering in anticipation
She holds her breath.
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Ghosts
lost, invasive
floating, haunting, wailing
Houses, Mirrors, Mansions, Chandeliers
levitating , intruding, lamenting
aimless, meddlesome
Spirits.
scarlet moments
in late evening
turns
ash gray
as
temperamental
winds gather,
display,
placing themselves
in concentration,
obnoxious
and overbearing
in nature,
intruding,
fully challenging
the outcome
of the night.
Spirit alerts the dogs first
They have senses humans cannot name
In tune with the intruding entity, they cannot stop barking
What is it? Asks my husband
Ghosts, I say
How do you know?
Can you see anything?
No.
That’s how I know.
Stomped by intruding and invasive breed,
Foul footprint of this year is a misdeed -
Two weighty boots with heavy tread
Stirred quite a lot of dirt and dread.
COVID and DONALD just will not concede!
November 23, 2020
Hanging from willows
weeping
sludge slimy green
fouls
this page
of intended pristine.
Intruding on this peaceful
clean
sits your polluted
trespass
tainting all who pass
through this life.
Ugly is your name.
Deceit is your shame.
Unexplored, pristine place,
Untouched by man…
How quietly you lie…
With no intruding voice.
Leaves, covering leaves,
Branches lying all around…
Silently, they lie.
Quiet! Silence abounds!
Frozen still-life!
Lovely choice…
About this show,
My girls are amused,
Interrupting my sports,
Intruding my news,
To the television,
Their eyes are glued,
Ignoring mom cries,
Snacks or food,
So a series,
I just viewed,
And I thought it was,
Oh so rude,
On a talk show,
Girls fighting half nude,
I found it unpalatable,
I found it lewd..
i am the
delectable dreamer
of times past and possibilities of those to come
but you are a recurrent theme
intruding ever so sweetly
on my sleeping thoughts
my daydreams
my life
each breath
now that your face has become
familiar to my
nighttime oasis
i can't help seeing your eyes
behind mine
Abruptly intruding this perfect day
Ruining a gorgeous view of the sun
Originally I had felt this way
Yearning for such a sight not to be done
Great winds tried to hold the colors at bay
But in that moment their brightness had won
If the storm hadn't put on such a show
Viewers would have missed this beautiful bow
Very puzzling, the Piercing Eye
When people stare as they walk by
Why such an intruding gaze
For a stranger in this city maze
Is it something dark or hidden
Or thoughts otherwise forbidden
Perhaps they don’t like what they see
A difference that’s perceived in me
I know that I intend to try
Not to give the Piercing Eye
morning’s dawn cracks the night
shadows dance upon the light
petals blink and yawn some more
mist hovering over, sun rose before
splendid images of natures decor
clouds intruding the big blue sky
a rain kettle fills drawing nigh
winds are swaying trees to and fro
thunder rolling and lightening glow
all ends with a double rainbow
Depression is a prison where you are
both the suffering prisoner and the cruel jailer.
~Anon
It’s a nebulous reality
Inside where it can’t be defined~
Insane soaring to the heights;
Insane falling to the depths,
Illusions of happiness like icebergs
Intruding on flames of hope~
I dream of wings without cages.
Memories scarcely recollected
as if the frail pictures hold traces of
shame—no, not shame—
a contemptuous emotion strung
upon such intruding truths,
basking and waiting
for words to record its frumpy
existence—gone . . .
There is a fear lurking where
honesty resides, as blades
of apathy slash away at the edges
of time—making way for
distant sadness. . .and a cool blur of
Heartless
-May 30, 2014-
Her gait strides past me with captivation
Nothingtheless howling with tranquility;
That tranquil soul lingers with inevitably.
The forcing blow left me in a billowing nation,
Pondering this thought ‘is this my revelation?’
The next unique soul has an intruding pace
In a decelerated motion unlike her peers.
Although the great wall of wind interferes,
Who could dare replace
Our hearts embrace?
I pray for peace.
Ain't no love in these streets,
People crying, children dying
Now the world is on a leash.
Scared to go out,
and Living in fear with doubt.
People concluding,
The media always intruding,
A lot of people are stuck in confusion.
Love & Peace,
Not war.
So open your soul to what is in sight.
Be thankful for your blessings, never judge
and Always do what is right.
Please something give me meaning
In this cruelly repetitive modern life
I function but don’t feel alive
I read dull emails
I have dull conversations
With dull people
Yet I feel most alive when
Riding my bicycle along the bike path
Interrupting fairy-wrens
Like an obnoxious tourist
Disturbing their natural lives
I think they’re bidding me good morning
Perhaps they’re telling me to piss off!
A Room with a view
Tight-dressed woman, heaving heart
Sizing hips for overweight
My inside motive
Lust leads me fly half a mile
To indulge storming senses.
Vision I nurtured
Years back, intruding my thoughts
A swarming brain, empty bed.
Now expanding stain
Like crowded private bookcase
Gathering dust, vision blurred.
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*Inspired by the title of a British Novel of the same title by E.M.Forster.
leisurely
peoplewatching
at a bus stop
covertly stealth
casually intruding
penetrating
their bubbles
crossing boundaries
the daydreamer
the tired mother
the grumpy old man
the sleepy student
making assumptions
filling in the blanks
serendipitous
moments in time
taken randomly
out of context
Submitted on June 11, 2020 for contest BRIAN'S SELECT D sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Tick tick tock ….. watch that eerie clock,
with buddha shaped tuscan stain shroud,
intruding the silver-blue eyed fog waker,
me, the gem treasure hunter hovering,
oe’r sunshine focussed raspberry trellis,
that sturdy bamboo shoot prop “ripener,”
I sabre rattle squishy mango downpours,
in my nirvana of forest green subconscious,
now jolted by the red rose tint second hand,
into mortal transit’s dwindling time-lapse