Shrivelling Poems | Examples

Choose To Ascend

How may we redress,
feelings we repress,
shrivelling our soul,
now blackened like coal?

Shortcuts do not work,
so let us not shirk,
cleansing of our heart,
which is where we start.

In thought, word and deed,
ferality weed,
all desires disrobe,
watching each fear strobe.

Stillness shows the way,
how we cease to sway,
to lower cravings,
as love grows it’s wings.

01-July-2022

Old Age

Old age
Threatening near
Wrinkles on forehead
Lines on corners of eye
Netted crosses on cheeks
Plumps of fat
On protruding belly
Double chins
Hanging loose
Shrivelled hands and fingers
Resemble those of a cold blooded animal
Clumsy legs 
Staggering
Sinking eyes
Dimming
Exhausted brain
Confusing
A complicated world
A bleak future
For every oldie 
And it comes only once

The Demise of Time

Like sands
Through the hourglass
My thoughts percolate
Between instant gratification
And long-term resolution.

Like an unfaltering pool
Of sinking sand
My dissatisfaction agglutinates
With foolish gibberish
To obscure optimism.

Like a withering stalk
My shrivelling aspiration 
Matches and clashes 
With swelling inertia
Resulting in dispiriting
Deprivation of direction.

Like a valley of ash
My barren essence
Gasps for restitution -
For a preserving elixir
To cogently overturn
The demise of time.

Less Drought By Words

The hoi polloi were inquisitive of pelting
Forage famine and began to shrivelling
Drought blanket and upon the entire bush
The thatches restored ramshackle to meagre
And starvation startling the crofters.

In the season they'd all crowned;than ago
And sentenced to less drought by words
Soon set out beside huts and encountered
To the Deity,for a blissful impeachment
And for Him to shadow them with pelting.

Colour yet for speed twenty beseeches
Which should-less bigotry retired
Though, extroverts gallantry shelves frequently
Rosy,Giver retorted it to them:not for bigotry...
And worthwhile them with the parabolic season.

Fleeting Shivers

It’s too
				            cold outside.
				        The blustery wind 
				    snapped my arm in two.
			            My orange nose wiggled
			                almost escaping me.
				          The snowflakes
				             are starting
				      to fall again, making
			         me a thicker jacket to wear.
	     proud           The beautiful crystals glistened             realized
		 and	      Under the December sun. I stood         soon 
	     	    tall to receive the showers of mother nature but I 
			 Days and months flashed past. My smile
		          soon faded from my wet face, dripping beads
		        of sweat. I could no longer stand tall but instead
			I slouched with my shrivelling back, melting
		               and melting. I saw my reflections in the 
			     puddle beneath me: my wilting figure.
			        How I longed to feel the bright, 
			           and warm sunshine of June
				        I couldn’t be like 
				          everyone else.
					      I…

Salt Fish

Fish dewatered delicious
is sucked dry with salt 
its flesh assaulted
rung out, and dried stark stiff.

Wishes like fishes rise in expectation
that hopes and dreams will flourish
but knock-backs, rebuffs and rejections
desiccate dreams with onslaught of salt,
shrivelling wishes, wizen to salt wish.

Carpe Diem

Crossing those boundaries of yesterday, step into unknown.
As today is your birthright, burn with fervour; consume and rise.
Repetition is forbidden, etch out your story; time flies.
Past is shrivelling rose, let go, so it may nourish its own.
Enraptured, relish each moment like a French delicacy.

Desire is destiny, fickle as change is constant. There's just
Indecency of death, after which comes the stygian dearth.
Embrace that permanence, and drain every day of all its worth.
Man wasn't meant to be a slave of tomorrow, break free; you must!





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Date: 18 / 12 / 2016

Flowers

Blooming into creation,
A life has started.

Bright colours alive,
A life has begun.

Shrivelling away,
An old life retreating.

Bright colours fading,
An old life ending.

Have You Ever Loved Someone So Much You'D Cut An Arm Off For Them

Literally cut off an arm for them
                 shrivelling white bone protruding, screaming from the pale flesh
The ultimate expression of honey, darling, sweetheart
   and wonder.
Floating like cannonballs, just dying
 batteries. No more  struggling, flailing legs.
Excitedly scribbling next to me 
   a feeling like jeans upon your touch    or fresh toast
crisp yet damp.
  I’d just like to shake you. Rattle the bones beneath your
skull, maybe even kill a few brain cells if I feel like it 
   and where have they taken you, claiming you
but not my legs and arms. Perhaps I do not wonder enough 

Dangling on the edge of the world,
You do not forsake those offering solace
   Rather you slice and cut until the edge of the world ends 
And becomes your very own playground.
 Then you need not worry,
   but had better bloody worry.
After all it’s what makes you, and us, human.

Afired

Heck, you asked for it
The base in a vortex locked
Crumbling with the torrid shock
Of maligned money
Bonding the world in duress
Spewing for policy cess

Who fooled you to vote
For shrivelling tax and more
Crime and crumbling of the store
The sinister laugh
Like golf balls beat my temple
Mubarak for example

The Arab spring parked
At wall street, and fell asleep
I want to hear the fire weep
To smell revenge stale
Like urine where drunkards leak
The magnate's charm for the meek

Drugged to forget love
The tent cities brimmed with wrath
Subsiding in urine's froth.
It's a busted world
We prize, nothing good is left
Except the brave will to die.

If I were a church
I would be altar on fire
Making sacrifice with ire
If I were the pew
I'd demand a broken chain -
Refund of profit and pain

Unemployed, prisoned
In myopia, dangled
From banner star spangled
What the hell is grief
The blood stains on rag dripping
Mothers' hands, clammy, shaking?

We have aborted
More than birth, nation killers
Political platform swillers
Swine gruel makers
The vultures gather for who
No bell tolls ... death has no clue.

Mosquitoes

The zesty singing splits the misty air
A sudden itch, the pest swift wings
Zooms off again. The buzz still brings
A sizzling pain, a sharp shrapnel of fear

My shrivelling protest hears but cannot find
The flitting fiend with dizzy eyes
Swooping and swirling as it flies
The pimpled skin is left, the only sign

What disease, what fever, pierces my skin
What am I coerced to broadcast
Among the innocent to last
Endless generations of spite and sin

Some tropic cess endless breeds the mite pest
Squirming blood, suckling brittle bone
Some frazzling sin I can't atone
Seeks me fizzling strength without gift of rest

Fiesty still the sizzling suckers swarm us
Proboscis penetrating deep
Inside tranquility of sleep
The blitz of annoyance, fuss of chorus.

Letter To a Movement

This sudden surge of old death
This expiration of forest trees
And my lung choking for breath
This sickness of an old disease
This tropical rain forest gasping
With the world for life, and chains
Of food stores lit up and basking
In cheap food fattening, the stains
Of beckoning jingles but few ignore
For they do not know how many 
Die to bring obesity to a greasy store
And you think the real calamity
Is the forest, you should me here
Prowling at the shrivelling edges
Of my domain shrinking up with fear
I growl, short from high rock ledges
Where is a cat to go without a jungle?
So now you they are only after me
Trying to make extinct not invisible
Will cheap fat dribble on your gluttony.
Where are the Yanamoahs gone
There are no foot tracks where the eagles spawn.

The World Is Changing Fast

The world is changing like quicksand under our feet
Before we know what ground to stand on 
Our fall begins, the avalanche of progress makes obsolete
Our little bank of dreams. And life goes on.

I thought time and space were eternal things to stay
But all our reality is a gilded throne of dust
The old and sweet familiar things gone, passing aways
We are the sand grains in the billowing gust

You know you are old when daily friends die
But what makes the tenure of the young so fickle here
Tears turn to fog, rainbows shed from the eye
It took so long to tell, for shadows man's  desire despair

 Where is the fevered passion of our love swept
O the milky way is nothing but a bunch of shrivelling stars
Where the towers, the thrones where history leapt
Through the thundering tumult of fabled hopes and wilting wars

I see dawn limping over the bleeding mountain
And all we believe if it is not faith is merely bragging rust
Sit with me one more time by the frothy fountain
The world is changing fast, let us cling tightly where we trust.

One Day Is Not Enough

One day alone is not enough
To measure universal love
Sculptured in her embodiment
One day alone is not enough
To tell treausre greatest of my heart
Besides the shrine where I serve my Lord.
One day alone is not enough
To fill the void that was her love
And set her caring worthiness apart
And honor her with honey words.

This mother's day then
May day shall blow blues again
And moon to dark I descend
The shrivelling path of pain.
What flowers on her grave
Can fend away the gloom
Of loss? No card can crave
The her eyes' bloom like petals
Withered now within the grave
I vested soul and all to save
You for the gallery of my stars
And finite so the thing I prove
How death can any mortal move
And mother's day make scars.

Budding Beauty

Misty veil lifts
revealing early morning sunrise.
Spring buds engorged with life
begin to show wonder held within,
mystically unfolding natures beauty.

A crop of delicate colour,
gentle scents mingle in the air,
as tiny heads gently nod approval
to the bold, majestic crowns that stand
head and shoulders above them.

Respectfully each stands their ground
aware of passion needed 
to give their very best,
in short time of show before
shrivelling in death.

To nourish and nurture
the core of itself or the ground 
to which it seeds itself
by winds, rains or insects,
giving wake to stronger fellowship next year.

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