Slanted Poems | Examples

Raspy Words

So many are saying things unkind,
disparaging or hurting some other.
Saying whatever crosses their mind,
and often the truth they will smother.

Often each story is slightly slanted,
with a straight face, many belie.
Once it’s news it can’t be recanted,
and half a truth is still 100% lie.

Peregrine and Terrapin

Time flies like a fiery peregrine
infinity takes its bronze sweetened time
seeing all with the opaque eye of the terrapin.

Time is a tambourine -it has little mercy
it'll wake you from you sweetened sleep.
Infinity is the fluted buddha of compassion
the shaman of other worldly things. 
In between lies a wizard placing souls in crystal ball
and shaking nightmares from their dreams.

The well intentioned walk the earth searching for the key
to unlock the treasure chest to life's grand mystery.
Some take the Ayahuasca path into other realms
to forever mince the ego within its iron shell.
One trip brings a crystal forest of angels.
The other the fractal mind of mechanical elves.
A carnival ride into a slanted room of mirrors
where seekers are seen forever looking for the self.

Jesus, the pristine, forgotten upon a restless throne 
rehearsing parchment lines for the final scene...
The immaculate firefly, forever gently guiding 
the faithful along the long-ragged path back home.

Family Album

They take the powder then leave
they circle back around for the wings
They've stripped you of flight
turned you back into an insect
no hope to reach the yellowing light

Before your last breath
they've already slanted the epitaph.

In the aftermath there's no empathy 
no chance to speak or weave an alibi,
all good deeds downplayed or forgotten,
A nameless moth in the back of the family album.

CANDY APPLE RED FOREVER FOX STAMP STILLS-

Ole’ to the bland bated solid baby blue-hued sky viewed
Left handed white arrows stacked pyramid left side two points up north? looks cool,
Forever almonds eyes slanted aligned  with cheek triangular faced,
Vivid stares in graced sitting tail staged right tipped black on end looks cool man
Sitting in on rippled lined white background represents layers of snow
Almonds stare eyes of  slanted almond wearing coat of candy apple red
Solid beauty is the image blue skies, white evergreen tree, looks cool 
Candy apple red forever fox a stamp of my hearts eyes sees so cool man



07/14/25
For Usps Stamps Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Ekphrasis poetry form only.

Gray Orphans and Ancient Flint

Many paths lead away from home
but only one leads back
as the years sit salted upon the rack
you find the path home has narrowed and 
turned from gates of iridescence
to mirrors opaque and black-
you arrive with exhaustion on your boots
a feast of favorites on a favorite plate
go upstairs to your yellow crib
have those unreachable dreams again\
things are slightly slanted the faces changed
some are missing all together
some are fresh but you don't know their names
to soon it's time leave and spar with devils again.

Home is where you lick your wounds
stay in tune with yesterday
then one day that nest 
has completely blown away
nobody knows your name
you are a graying orphan
a gasoline splashed stray
and the whole world plays the jester
holding a piece of ancient flint.

Digging Into the Earth

Digging Into The Earth 
Toil with your own hands 
Become an architect 
Live on your own land 
Waking up early morning 
Making progress gradually 
Digging into the earth 
A sentimental foundation 
I don’t need expensive luxury 
Escape from civilization 
Living on my own 
Remain simple 
Each layer becomes completed 
Humble and content 
A small slanted cottage 
My own place to rest 
It has character 
Nothing too fancy here and there 
A home under tall trees 
Chaos nowhere to be seen 
A short visit into town 
Not for too long 
Just hammer and nail 
In the evening built a smoky fire 
Look back at your work 
Take pleasure building on your own land 
With a small desk to write 
Document in time 
No other place I would rather be 
Just looking out the window pondering

Soudah and Dutchman

 Soudah and  Dutchman 

Soudah, a Malaysian slave lived in Cape Town’s slave lodge, her knee bone damaged after decades of scrubbing floors. She escaped northwards, hearing of a bone surgeon in Mpumalanga.

“Will you dance with me ?”, were the first words tumbling from his Dutch lips. He did not see her broken identity, confused caramel aura, threadbare clothing. Colour lived in sunflowers and sky, clothing in merino wool, eyes in streams and  sunlight. She saw milk dripping from udders of his cows, his boots highly polished.

flower light at night
clear is vision, incision ~ 
spirit food landing

Her slanted coal eyes opened wide. She stood up from a wooden crate at a side door. Dutch rhythm was deep, soothing. Her knee bone clicked into place.They swayed to cheering mielie farm workers. 

Black and white dissolved into moist Gaia, healing a divide and a knee. Sunflowers shed their seeds as Sun set into her eyes, drinking rooibos tea. 

earth and heaven sing
unity twine to bring hymns ~  
fling op-art, live now

Backwater Junction

Backwater junction in a backwoods town
Rusty and creepier than a carnival clown
Timber rattlesnakes hide their slanted eyes
No one visits this woodpile, no big surprise

Abyss Above the Vale

High in the Eyrie, stone cold and stark,
Where stars peer in and walls leave a mark,
The sky is a floor and the wind is a blade,
And the edge is a whisper where brave men fade.

The stone is slanted, the door left wide,
So night may beckon and pride may slide.
Here justice hangs by a falcon’s cry,
In a cell where the floor meets the open sky.

But gaze too long at the void below,
Where clouds swirl soft and shadows grow,
And Nietzsche’s warning starts to sear—
The abyss above begins to leer.

It sees you crumble, stripped and bare,
A soul unstitched by frost and air.
What stares from down may dwell within,
And pull you out with quiet sin.

So watch your thoughts and hold your breath—
For the sky may sentence more than death.
In silence vast and justice thin,
The fall begins not out—but in.

FAKE NEWS FICTION

Galvanizing, never scrutinized; each moment falsely tabulated;
Slanted, polarized polls, punishing spiteful pundits
Spouting, spinning lies in frantic unison squawking
Ridiculous versions of fear mongering tales,
Meant to frighten, meant to hurt,
Meant to clutch and pulverize power.

It takes only a calm, rational thinking moment
To see through the maze of their foggy logic.
Nothing they say is fact checked or based in truth.
Spinning frantic webs to catch the unwary
To call forth violence with rage filled rants,
They push disturbing diatribes, provoking mayhem..

Drumming up revolt among the weak-minded minions ,
They still cannot cloak their hurtful and murderous intent.
President Trump has called them out, laughing in their faces.
Finally unmasked and stripped of disguises
There is nowhere to run, no more hiding places.
We see you. We stare at the darkness  behind your malicious eyes.
Your fake news fiction will never again deceive us with your lies.

Please Note

A recent poem l posted raised some negative feelings within me
About myself …. leaving me feeling annoyed
As l felt l had to write a “Please Note” on it
Explaining my poems intention….so false judgement l would avoid!

My poem topics are always varied
Though writing about human nature, traits ,feelings, l do enjoy
l was falsely accused of writing poems about another poet 
Soupmails sent to many … telling of my underlying ploy

What was said about me is so far from the truth
Never would l write about any individual mean-spiritedly or be unkind
It is mean, hurtful, and serves no purpose
It is the furtherest thought from my mind

My poems are about my life experience
Uncomplicated, simple and that is all
If you see yourself in my words 
That is on you and solely your call

So, to be quite clear ‘l do not’ write mean poems about P.S. poets
There will be no future “ Please Notes” to explain
Believe it or not …..Judge if you want 
As your slanted opinion of me l will no longer entertain

Connected Spaces

I miss my old room
it was nice being in a small space
at least i could call it mine
mine mine mine mine mine
putting my arms straight out
i could touch each wall, ghost my fingers over
the fresh gray paint and random posters
and string lights and photos of my friends
and the twin size bed i slept on till i was too old
A Room For A 14 Year Old.
staged for a 5 year old who loved pink and frilly toys
it didnt feel like mine but it was
the walls echo’d with phone calls till 4 am
the projector on the popcorn ceiling when i pulled my first all nighter
door to my life open for all to see, in that tiny twin room
the slanted roof didnt help with its expansion in my mind
claustrophobic as it was,
it
was
mine.

Slanted

• I've never really noticed how slanted the walls look
• Almost like they're about to fall
• I'd once leaned on them, they started to creak
• Echoing through the hall

Mine

MINE

This bond
Lingering memories
Shaped by our distinct experience
My lisses heart
Yearn for your warm bosom
Throne of my lovely niche
Be Mine to life ...

This rose
Slashing beauty
Eyes full of mischief
My merry faced pet
Torment to my feeble heart
Charming my earthen eyes
Be Mine till death...

This being
Slanted brow
Eyes full of tears
My daytime inspired
Love of distress paranoid
Sheen laughing leaf
Shiny of mine...

This cricket
Springtime wealth
Moonlight confidant
My most sincere friend
Worthy of my sweet worship
Beauteous among beauties 
Praises of mine...

Inner Storm

The golden blaze of the sun fades to night
A lurid haze of colors dance across the sky
Lurking shadows ruffle across the coastline 

A spinning circle of destruction 
The pitch-black sky emerges its vision 
A chaos ignited, a howling wind that crumbles 

Bright gleaming sparks that disguise
Misty rain speckles the expansive valleys once lush
Crackling amidst the air that softly swayed 

A thick blanket of gloom immersing the distance 
A rumbling thunder collapses a heavy weight
Shattering a sticky vibration that radiates

Raging winds that collapse my walls  
Engulfed within the spears of slanted rain 
A distant voice crashing against the mundane

Searching for shelter away from the mystery
Shards of shattered glass, falling trees
A furious wrath that swells from the heart of the sea

The clouds conceal a growing force
Swirling particles fiercely collide 
Tracing the sky to find a sparkle of revive 

Unveiling the calm that follows the rage 
To awaken beneath the miles of dreary gloom
Washing away the sorrows of yesterday, to start anew

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