Short Thrumming Poems
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Through stormy night with shadow's
thrumming of troubled whispers,
the encircling warmth of you
will soothe every fear.
a hummingbird's delicate grace
floats free of time
wings thrumming
heartbeats drumming
symphonies in confines of space
cryptic cicada
nocturne of tymbals thrumming
cicatrix in brain
dead silence of night
my last breath in abeyance
for cicada song
You're a slim, vivid, thrumming line
of Living. Spiky relief against
recurrent grey. All we all ever are
breathes in you. You know it.
SWANS
THE THRUMMING OF THEIR WINGS DREAMS DISTANT THINGS
12/5/2015
Submitted to One liners two – Poetry contest
sponsor – Silent One
Love saunters into hearts like Summer's day...
Creating warmth, thus illuminating.
Heartfelt thrumming strings gently as Sunday;
Beating harmonies illuminating.
O, the love of pure heart's passion
thrumming wildly beneath his blouse
What he lacks in words, he makes up in action
then look ~ that boyish smile of satisfaction
darkly goes the moon
lost to golden yellow day
at last summer's here
happy people dance
sunshine forests lemon lime
birds sing night and day
heat and ice cream treats
sunlit clouds-milk and honey
vibrancy thrumming
Hearts pounding, alarms sounding
Threats abounding
Tempers flaring, horns blaring
Demons swearing
Pulses thrumming, fingers drumming
Epiphany coming
Pressure soaring, oceans roaring
Combatants warring
Ho-Hum -- Another Day
In Electronic Paradise
Pulsating through me,
I feel the pounding surf,
so sweet and free,
like music to my senses,
I dance to its tune.
Moving and flowing,
everything is one,
thrumming through my veins,
I was born of this tempest.
The rythym and the melody
chiimes in time with my heart beat,
creating a symphony of its own,
the sand is my stage.
Form:
Depressive thoughts are all consuming
The blackness of my heart is blooming
Sadness seeps through every pore
The daily tasks a grinding chore
Damning thoughts invade my conscience
Making truths of utter nonsense
Run away and keep on running
The thoughts inside my head are thrumming
But here I'll stay and here I'll die
Before you ever see me cry
Breaking, bashing, creaking, crashing
Pandemonic pounding pain
Reverberating bone to brain
Slamming, smashing, thrumming, thrashing
Mechanical chaotic grate
Echoing; can't concentrate
Scraping, scarring, jangling jarring
Bastard, broken beat becomes
Endless, dreadful demon drums
Maiming, marring, ringing, roaring
Blaring banging babel beats
Repeats, repeats, repeats, repeats
Hours nibble at a back strain.
Tenuous strings were tugged
lifting water bottles.
You wonder how weak and fragile
you are. How vulnerable to
those ancient red tides within
that can bend your iron like plasticine,
turn you into a crooked question mark.
Quartered by straining horses,
neural fibers alliterate a thrumming fugue
upon a desiccated elastic band;
one now stretched far too taut.
still the same
still holding séances in batholes
still thrumming
and still drumming on my tinderbox
still letting the copycat days
kill themselves over and over
the angels are on strike
all over the Mandrake Mountain
still the dawn
is covered with cobwebs
of cold marine graveyards
still the dusk
is X-Rayed through our bones
still I exist
even though it feels I don’t
painted on the mouldy wall
just a part of a still life scenery
My heart was breathing rapidly
My ears were thrumming silence
Filled with the joy
That came up beside me
I was seeing sounds that spoke
Into my moving mind
It took one glance and told me
That I would never die
Breathing knowledge
Thinking truth
Speaking to the all of you
I sound was rest upon my shoulders
Lifting me to speak louder
I saw the truth float through the air
And sit down beside you
I knew it then
That I would never die.
black clouds gathering
thunder rolls in the distance
a storm is brewing
Winds of change are blowing.
Can you feel the tension growing?
Discontentment, fear and anger thrive,
while integrity and trust are trampled on.
Yes, an awful storm is coming.
We must not be taken by surprise.
Revolution's heartbeat's thrumming,
people open up your eyes!
It's time for truth and no more lies.
11/2/15
For Silent One's Poet's Dozen contest
Listen to your heartbeat slow,
Listen to its ho-hum beats,
Slowly as the pain retreats,
Listen to its thrumming low;
Wake up to the pain within,
Wake up to its panic call,
Gently as the ache does crawl,
Wake up to darkness therein;
Look out for your frail heart's cry
Look out for the symptoms, yes,
Well before the pain rises,
Look out for med help that's nigh.
09/18/18
Contest: Enclosed rhyme - September 2018 poetry contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Riding darkness like a fevered horse
arriving nowhere
desire drained into
dust devils
an endeavor
escaping light
and the darkness behind my eyes
thrumming with loathsome pains of the soul
so deep
crypt-like
Silent screams claw sanguine rivulets
across
placid ponds of thought
emptying, devoid.
Wanting solitude; needing loneliness
killing to feed.
Jet steed foamy and dying
dusty caws peal from the throat
of a waiting vulture
who devours black carrion like I do.
Form:
I love the way you lay hands on me.
Soft, gentle, careful kind but not like
I'm breakable no, more like I'm valuable.
I feel something like a precious stone in
your soft jewelers palms.
I cherish the heat that rises from
your body
That 98.6 degrees of you, the sound
of your heart is my homing signal.
That steady strong thrumming keeps more than you alive.
I love you like a shape shifter,
Id transform for you.
I'd become anything so you could carry me with you always.