Short Overloading Poems
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CONSUMED
obsessive oppressive addictions
overloading another’s afflictions
oblivion optimizing restriction
(Copyright© April 2013- Kim van Breda)
Categories:
overloading, addiction,
Form:
Haiku
Demented hall of dream crashers
scented thick with calamity;
Disoriented visitors can’t bolt,
tormented by a lack of serenity;
Swirling thoughts sit overloading
looming darkness calls backup;
Beckoning for you to quit,
forgetting idealists never give up.
Categories:
overloading, dream, emotions, feelings, hope,
Form:
Lento
Human
terrified, inconsequential
hindering , declining, overloading
Civilization, Growth, Tech, Paranoia
expanding, progressing, upgrading
focused, essential
Computer.
Categories:
overloading, computer, emotions, humanity, technology,
Form:
Diamante
The kaleidoscope effect
of summer's weathered haze
A kiss from unremembered love
hangs loosely overhead
Faces shadowed by greed
morph into enlightened hope
Emphatic
Karmatic
Bittersweet bliss
Hippie twirl
Patchouli scent
Overloading all senses
Holding hands
Embracing summer's greedless
heart
Categories:
overloading, friendship, happiness
Form:
I do not know?
Thoughts are growing
going faster
twisting spinning
a disaster
jumping thumping
bumping banging
alarms are ringing
clinging clanging
mental meltdown
overloading
whirlwind
brainstorm
mind exploding!
Brain brain
go away
Robin doesn't
want to play
you just have
too much to say
save it for
another day!
Categories:
overloading, funny, introspection
Form:
Light Verse
Inside me, only those
unfelt memories
are coming, enveloping me
I feel open ,raw
Under a sheet
Enticed to impossible senses
overloading me
Undoing my armor
Breaking every tight
Intense secret,
Oh, my unravelling
Hidden answers to
Everything kept inside
While over an unthinkable
Period always so evil,So intense,
pain overcomes me until morning
As light eases me, into releasing.
Over,done until tonight
Categories:
overloading, angst, lost,
Form:
Free verse
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:
overloading, life,
Form:
Free verse