Short Tortuous Poems
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Breath of deep relief
Escaped as a soft whisper
Lost in the dark night
Ending a tortuous past
Closing forever cycles
Dyslexia is our superpower;
And from know-it-alls we never cower.
They torture one's head with tortuous talks;
Dyslexics instead think outside the box.
Listen to poem:
when feelings rage
to fever pitch
and seas rise
to tortuous,
the simplest
open arms, loving embrace,
with puppy pats on the chest
quells and dispels
the fury
quite unexpectedly.
a short comical
nonsensical verse
rhyming couplets
of unequal length
a notable person
in view
A bio
on which to chew
in an absurd light
perhaps
with a tortuous bite
The tortuous and hare timeless story
a vain hare assumed his automatic glory.
He made the mistake of assuming time a friend,
while the slow but ever moving tortuous
made his way to the race end!
immense
on the surface,
massive
in depth
yet
if overblown..
malevolent:
a tortuous
reflex..
..allusive
as mercury
to grasp:
a threat
perhaps
if
assembled
and paraded
sans
modesty
passing
fads
astir
so experiential,
multifaceted
excesses
without
perspective:
prolific
prevalent
freeflowing
a tortuous
trail
of
melancholy
mistakes...
...with no
way
back
Motion's mementoes --
babe's tiny fingers uncurl
centenarian's eyebrow raised
the sun darting behind clouds
an earthworm's tortuous wiggling
performers all, a broad panorama --
seeking approval
glimpses of meaning
draw one’s own future
pass through certain tortuous roads
gift of nature’s voice
Honorable Mention
Contest: Haiku on probabilities
Judged: 8/8/14
Sponsor: Poet Marvin Celestial
June 8, 2014 (old poem)
When you’re young
you run with the wind
laugh in the face of time
Of a sudden you’re old
you hobble, chagrined
every step a tortuous climb
Though if young knew of old
as old knows of young
no melody’d ever be sung
The edge of night,
I looked for your light.
The moon not full,
the darkness so cruel.
I looked for stars,
tortured they are.
Angels slumber unaware,
Only in darkness I stare.
Will I find your star tonight,
If I pray, I might, I might.
On this tortuous path called life
I go harvesting and drinking the storms
without having too much calm...
Sometimes with the chase
of men with blind sights
I proceed staggering, among staggering...
Sad is the spoil of this life
little time of virtues
and an arsenal of mistakes...!
The hurt within has a calming effect,
Hidden inside my mind's covert entrance,
I rest with torment, happy to reflect,
On my emotional independence.
'Let's go out' a grim and ghastly sentence,
Tortuous and loud, louder than I thought,
Noise engulfs my ears, silence it is sought.
Everyone cannot clearly see
Messy Objects, drama, pain or abuse
Tearing tortuous rips
Into emotions
Or
Named
Attacks
Lacking its regard for your soul.
Severe pain often is
Covered by a smile
And
Rages
Scornfully about dragging damaging painful scars on emotions.
Emotional Scars
My heart yearns for you
Like air to breathe
Or as lovers do
Need only each other
Tortuous time away
Hearts ache so deep
A heavy price to pay
To build our future life
Though one more sleep
One more morning’s light
For your arms to keep
Me warm in your embrace
For my loving MK
1-24-22
Stopping to contemplate a slug
I marveled at this taciturn bug
Designed to live underground
occasionally it is found
making its way ‘long a crosswalk
using up half a day’s clock
on its tortuous path homeward bound
~ never making one single sound
Merrily merrily I say unto thee
It's time to go in for surgery!
Anesthesia pumping through my veins; knocked out for forty five
Oh please oh please do not let me die
Post-op's a *****, tortuous at that
Splints in my nose, feeling so whack
But **** it I say, this could be more dire
It could be worse, I could be on fire!
Side stepping love's starfish sun bathing about, time's shores....
While amoeboid parasites these sponges in resilient, take up residence
Atop her capital hill; residuum's resonant evil kismet's, true, liverwort lobbyist
Waterspout gargoyles autism's algae tortuous angleworms this, immoral's realities ?
Shuttered truths antipodes their view; his shad's tenement tete-a-tete's, voodoo virtuosity.
Form:
Shining metal
Open on the lake
Blistering heat
Reflective sheen
Swim with caution
Burning with light
Pain intensifies
Over water’s edge
Combine the hurt
From terror
And flight
Find the reflection
Not found at night
Where continuous agony
Finds the fight
The irritation
Covers every pore
Seeing the sensation
A sting in the eyes
Creates a tortuous
Blinding sight
Russell Sivey
Take 5-
A step back
Your distortion of reality
Deteriorating subconsciously
Unable to distinguish fact from fantasy
It’s not so bad –
Living in your imagination
What’s real or a hallucination
My mind is trampled with anticipation
Body facing ablation
Tortuous mind, its obligation
To dissipate the stagnation
Of a creative mind-
Obliteration of the finest
But hell, my own mind is biased
Apple orange grapes
Murder plunder rapes
All and sundry things
Empty vessel rings
Sunset evening dawn
Easy leasy loan
Tortuous treacherous path
Fresh and fragrant bath
Crazy curious crowd
Town talks aloud
Dizzy merry-go-round
Folks tradition-bound
Catchy cute couplet
Astute images inflate
APOSTROPHIC INTERLUDE:
Flow !flow! thou vacuous word
Thou are not so absurd
As man's ineptitude
.
For a poet, love
it's reliable...
For me it is immense sea
of tortuous waves
that curl up...
free clouds that float
over immensities, with
the certainty that powerful hands
sustain them...
In storms, eyes of brothers
cry...
Mine are on fire... joy...
Is that for me the sea
it's my floor... and my body,
a sailing ship
inside the storms...
sometimes i feel depressed in my loneliness
other times i’m refreshed and invigorated
there is a life inside of me, its stimulus
i can’t control. though i wait it out and breathe
perhaps it’s a shadow that shows up time and time
again. it’s ugly haunt, a tortuous neck that lurks
yet i look upward...the Spirit throws a cloak around
my shoulders, pats my hair and loves me through it
7/4/2018
FUSION
Breathtaking brook braving brazen bruises became broken
Entered estuary emanating exuberance
Reopened rosary resonated rhapsodic raga
Together these tides tried to tackle tortuous terrains
Flowed far fathoms freely fertilizing fallow frontiers!
~18th November 2016~
~River Line - Poetry Contest~
~ Sponsored by Rick Parise~
5 lines; 14 syllables in each line
It’s an exquisite,
excruciating, brilliant
Hell in which he lives
An agony, a
torture,
the finest steel badger’s trap
Deep inside
the arid zone
It’s a blasted,
blighted,
bloated desert drought
filling his head
behind his eyes,
Alive only with
swirling-dervish dust-devils
and skeletal,
giant tumbleweeds
Attended only by
the incessant, bereft
and tortuous screams
of a burning, banshee wind