Short Ooze Out Poems
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I welcome
darkness;
it covers
the tears,
liquid memories
which ooze out
of blue dreams
then touch my lips,
where I taste salt
that reminds me
of the essence
and the spirit
that’s dying
in this
darkness
I welcome.
Diluted coward
Polluted soul
Your heart it holds a gaping hole
Sadistic brain waves ooze out of your lips
Your words are bound by a satanic grip
Your control on others has minimized,
In defeat you suddenly want to compromise
Not in this life, not on my path
Soon you’ll feel
Eternal wrath.
By: Sabina Nicole
People are neither good nor bad.
We are both; to different degrees,
At different times, with different people.
Some feel harder than others.
If they are wise they become artists,
Musicians, poets, potters, weavers, decorators, hair stylists.
They cannot help it.
Their feelings have to ooze out somewhere in a creative way.
we both knew
you had me
at first glance.
weak in an instant
was I,
then...
I collapsed
and shattered
into you.
Irresistible charms galore
ooze out your pores,
glowing thousands of lumens
in your eyes.
They gazed into mine,
trapped, I saw
no escape.
I knew,
we both did,
that you had
me.
Why is it in vain
To ooze out all pain?
I'm my sad refrain
Echoes bring new pain.
Does soul live in vain
On these shores of pain?
It seems quite so plain
That I voice complaint.
What hurls mad disdain
In tragic word strains?
Time and time again
Love lives not in vain.
Why embrace more pain
In harsh acid rain?
Leon Enriquez
25 May 2017
Singapore
Tendrils of absolute enthusiasm
Ooze out of Chase, our new eager recruit.
Let me get your coffee, he says to McFhazm.
The hardest guy to impress, the first one to shoot.
You and your newfangled ideas down, we all held our breath.
Too bad for you now, warns our other intern, Young Seth.
We thought Chase was crazy, and would get rebuked away.
But instead, McFhazm made him a V.P. by the end of the day.
You cite to tell,
A pouty play;
Yes you seem well,
Mellow as clay.
Words do not come,
Simple feels lost;
Work crafts new sums,
Poise puzzles cost.
Plain lines ooze out,
Need knows dangle;
Crazy slits shout,
Frozen deed strangles.
Time to now say,
Words on strange grounds;
Cheer goes away,
Words feel unsound.
Empty looks grand,
***** cooks fancy;
Shallow old friend,
Quirky glitzy.
Leon Enriquez
17 October 2017
Singapore