Short Unquenched Poems
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Playing Hallow tricks
claws from nowhere pierced me---
thirst for flesh unquenched
Halloween Senryu
18 Oct 17
Your SMILE ...
Is like a raindrop
In the desert ...
It's all I long for,
Yet it leaves me thirsty ...
For so much MORE.
be brave
when darkness comes
and braver still
when not for you
it lingers in
the broken heart
and feeds upon
unquenched desire
Form:
my sky burns
I smell the acrid smoke
taste the ash on my lips
a thirst unquenched
my skin hot from the heat
my soul singed
my heart incinerates
As strong as death
(The yielding grave)
Like coals of fire
(A vehement flame)
Unquenched by water
(Undrowning flood)
A jealous God
(The proof of blood)
Vile creature of the night;
vice unquenched, sees her, the
victim, innocent, warm;
veins lush with blood. He feeds
vacates, leaves behind a
vapid ashen corpse; her
vital signs fade to naught.
Unquenched thirst
for things divine
can only come
when the bucket
has overfilled.
As absorbed and filtered
will be light
if a grain of sand
becomes glass,
surrendering itself
to high heat.
O for a world at peace;
Heat of its rage, past.
We're nigh. Its the dusking hour.
Shadowing prey's last.
Skipping o'er battlefield facts
Unquenched in faces
Look! How tame in the moonlight
Roaring's yawned traces.
Got dumped, his first
His love, cursed...ouch!
Her thirst, unquenched
Any Theme Than-Bauk Poetry Contest
Sponsored by charles messina (Winner: 1st Place)
Date written and posted: 01/28/2019
I AM THE DESERT
WAITING FOR RAIN
I THIRST FOR YOU
IT'S DRY AND HARSH
THIS SEASON OF LONGING
HOLDING BACK TEARS
FOR LACK OF MOISTURE
THE AIR IS ARID
STINGS MY FACE
THIS PASSION IS UNQUENCHED
DYING FROM DEHYDRATION.
2000
The fierce tidal wave
Roaring raw
Sweeping as it goes.
The outburst of ruin
Deadly heat
Welcomed by thunder.
Fire and brimstone rain
Unquenched burns
Natural killing.
Natural they are...
Disaster
May God save our souls.
VERSE FORM - LUNE
unquenched thoughts on an empty plate
fail to fill the void
that the multitude hold so dear
as they contemplate the joys
of the breath ending silver
that sets japery up most curiously.
Yet truth concise shall reign most pure.
I am poem honestly.
The image I imagined,
Alas! It has not passed.
For I am afire with carnal desire,
unquenched and dying fast!
My sweetest bane, I shan't complain-
you are my Love, my Death, my Pain!
Through my heart, a stake! Oh, do indicate
the grave where Love was lain.
Too often anger wells in me
Like an unquenched dragon
Seeking answers shielded by
Wealthy or powerful pricks,
Truth shaded or obscured
By political appointees eager
To protect their benefactors.
What we really need is Truth
And accountability, punishment.
Splashing in invigorating beads of perspiration
Blasphemous pouting over grievances, neigh retirement
Itchy foaming kiss, yoked in tumult, dispersed in action
Catapulting inertia when ravishing tarry
While drenched, unquenched thirst raves belly of aqua's mine
I stop at times
My thoughts pause or I mute them all .
Nope ; I recline in some other thoughts
Some other savage thoughts
Without a language ,without a dream
I mute them all .
Like those creepy eyes ,thoughts spring up again after an unquenched lustful ******.
moonlit shadows springs
eternal flame loves desire
unquenched forever
3/ 4/ 2015. Haiku.
Springtimes moon shadows dreams inspire.
Eternal flight flames loves desire.
Unquenched divine forever bright.
Starlight enchants, beams with delight.
3/ 7/ 2015. Rhyme.
the sun pulls my limp soul up across the sky
shadows of his breath whisper faint longings
my head dips down and I fade,
fade,
fade
my life drips to the earth mingled with tears, sweat and memories
i am a pool splattered and seeping through the soil
we part
both unquenched
severed
scattered
waiting
Form:
night-time brings bliss, like sunsets kiss.
serene sweet dreams in silken sheets,
as tenderly two hearts entwine.
together seems like paradise
a burning flame of deep desire,
unquenched until the morning light.
today those fantasies will fade,
wishes come true on wedding days.
7/ 25/ 2015.
Reflecting on life
in the darkness of night,
eyes drift about
inquiring clarity’s insight
Darkened corners
hold yesterday’s dreams
pressed smoothly
against tomorrows seams
Stifled intake
of sobs quickly clinched
Smothered pillow
holds tears unquenched
Morning light
through slotted shade
Spears empty corners
an unwelcomed trade
Summer, with warmest
Of benignant wills
Full-faced, with a gladdening
Dawn to dusk, unquenched
There, each, if sea- tumbled drenched
What as flushed instils.
Of which coastal heat
Enveloped, once wooed
Its cliffed heights, the loner's urge
Blown further along
There, down there, as clear, day-long
Thousands singly viewed.
anglesea vic.
The sky cries softly into the sea
Muslin mist offers comfort to the waves
Tide ebbs and sways like a returning lover
The sun playfully dips its chin
to ease its unquenched heat
and insect sand wriggles between naked feet
The skipping stone with lessing effort kisses
liquid mirror
The land and water gentle and eternal
hold hands in hope
but always soon must part
Each little percussion of your
Heart’s drum centers on
Perfection.
Apathy becomes a cold friend
On a dry day full of lethargic
Heat—sweat beads of undesired
Lust.
I am the apprentice—my master—
Spirits of unquenched probable
Addictions—demons of
Ignorance.
Fallen angel—I denounce you
Here and now.
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‘Tis hell, this place
Me doth dwell
Lost in dreams of thee
Drifting 'ore a unquenched wave
Across a never ending sea
From whence that shore
That once appeared before me
So demure
Fie, ’twas but a dream, a dream
A dream, and nothing more
The ABC’s of Grudges
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Argument begets contentious disagreements.
Endlessness forever grinds. Harrowing.
Illusion, joyfully keeps laughter minced.
Nonetheless, ominous paltry quarrels revile.
Scorn traverses unquenched.
Victory's wailing xenagogue- (guide)
Yesterday zaniness.
(Simple solutions: Love one another and forgive as God will forgive us… or not.)