A good thought conceived in the soil of positivity
making its way through shard and slag
finding its way home into the heart.
The slag is cleverly staggered and thickening
filled with thorns and snags and dirty rags
The good thought forced to play pachinko
with a venomous society.
Battered, fanged and chipped
the good thought's ragged journey end
has it found its way into the honey hole
will there be much of anything left.
Categories:
snags, journey,
Form: Free verse
I walked away not free from snags
caused by those in authority,
but to be free from cruelty
to save my spirit against evilness
And injustice in power's grip
Tied up by abusive six sprawling
division in command,
footsteps no trace, only an echo
weeping soul in the dusk!
Harsh words
dug deeper into my soul—
sickening insults
to my inner self—
a burden carried
within the shadowed kingdom.
So I just walked away,
to protect what is left in me:
my spirit,
which no man can ban
from entering
the paradise of sovereignty.
Walked away for peace!
Categories:
snags, discrimination, peace, social, spiritual,
Form: Lyric
Written: July 17, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Quote: "Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words," By Poet
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It glides—not gently,
but akin to a scrupulous scalpel,
a syllabic salve for rusted throats
and trapped desires.
It drips down the well of grief,
melting into metaphor,
softening jagged memories
into pains that are easier to bear.
This poetry is not serene.
It is slick with secrets
and greasy with grammar's
serpentine filth,
and sentences thrum
through the engine of anguish.
You utter the words,
and the universe starts to shift.
A bearing in the brain,
a balm under the bruises,
and syntax strung, such as silk
between broken cogs of memory.
Each line is dense.
Each verse unwinds—
caught in the hinge of desire and pain.
Essence of the oracle,
gleam of refinement.
Let it spread:
a rhythm that caresses,
a mouthful of taut truths
seeping through the snags of silence.
Categories:
snags, analogy, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Buxom Barbara burned her bra
never again lift and separate
or cross your heart to contemplate
she likes to feel her bosom counts
when flouncing down the boulevard
Barb now snags more bounce to the ounce
abroad in the world without a single care
it never fazed her one bit nor a whit
when this would jounce most men to stop and stare
as if they'd not seen such before
and she'd trounce 'em should they dare to pounce
a crystal-clear case of less is more
Categories:
snags, fun, humorous, silly, word
Form: Rhyme
Written: May 04, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love." By Rumi
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Spring geckos dance amid the early dew,
Olive snuggles with dulcet dreams as mint.
A duckling settles softly in a shaded view,
Okenite feathers smoke in a dizzying hint.
Emerald drips flow over the damp meadow,
While May rain pours down, akin to arrows.
Windswept snags utter a rose-scented breeze,
A smooth swoosh paint with oakmoss squeeze.
Purple iridescence widens in spinel phlox,
Ancient songs reverberate in the grassy blocks.
With the light, a shooting star makes its way,
Dashing over a midnight black onyx display.
In the embrace of mauve marigold air,
Dandelion tufts sparkle as opals laid bare.
Whispers in the sky, drifting glare.
Categories:
snags, appreciation, spring,
Form: Rhyme
A Hallmark Christmas and full moon beam
I could watch all year, would be my dream
The Love, the happiness & hot cocoa
the spirit of Christmas and soft white snow
the cookies and treats, decorations galore
the festivities and markets and so much more
Oh, how I love - good wishes coming true
I live through movies, that’s what I do.
For here in Australia, we have the heat
dreams are hard yakka, most days we’re beat
I don’t mind the beach and barbie or two
cook a few snags & salads will do
But family is distant, and money is tight
the spirit of Christmas isn’t so bright
and being alone makes me lose my spark
so, I live and love my Christmas Hallmark.
Categories:
snags, christmas, holiday, lonely, snow,
Form: Rhyme
Flower blooms heaven in seventh-year warps,
yet, Coryanthes, the Bucket Orchid,
is an odd flower. The lip's limited
into a water-filled bucket; bugs, oops,
fall in, but can't fly out, it’s not for show.
Evolution shaped, for thousands of years,
the male orchid bees as equal partners.
The orchid makes a scented chemical
that's used by male bees to court female bees.
To get the perfume, male bees drop into
the flower’s bucket and go through snags to
escape, freeing pollen stuck on bodies.
Males now have perfume to attract females,
and pollen to pollinate -- love now sells.
Categories:
snags, allusion, analogy, destiny, fate,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
#2: A Day Ends
Amidst the noisy sand castles crumble,
afeared shook ceases, a slamming silence,
tis a rippling pond cross o'er to humble,
tranquility transfers, hours for nonsense,
these shooting stars like asteroids deflect
your day lived is nevermore, stay awhile,
happiness claims a heart's duty ... connect,
righteousness pause, funny things cause a smile,
snags voided, problems solved, caveat crossed,
in the least misfortune, up in the air,
if there is no closure, there'll be a cost,
to exhaust all that is human ... prayer.
Period of cleansing and making whole,
goal hour is here ... the spirit joins the soul.
Categories:
snags, appreciation, beautiful, confidence, encouraging,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
A quiet storm made its way
Feelings strewn and blown astray
Enamored in one another were we
In turns a desperation to be free
Lost in each other, thus
A soft-focused portrait of us
Warm is the sea as the sun is swallowed
Pleading vacant hearts no longer hollowed
Silhouettes kiss in night’s moonlight
Tranquil bliss as our hearts reignite
All hindrances and snags we now transcend
At a shimmering prismed rainbow’s end
Categories:
snags, devotion, lost love, love,
Form: Rhyme
It has come to my attention,
That all's not as it seems;
For people see things differently,
Describing the same scene.
Some may find the howling wind,
A mournful, restive cry,
While others may describe it,
As a peaceful lullaby.
Some people find the rain drops,
Upon their window pane,
Monotonous, annoying,
And dreary, cold the rain.
A sunny day is sweltering.
Some find it way too hot.
Others say enjoy the warmth,
Relaxing on a cot.
A neighbor may keep to himself,
Seems rarely to go out.
Some will wonder 'bout this man,
Just what is he about.
A lady seems so happy,
Outgoing, so care free.
Some will say that she's a flirt.
Not a lady she.
It really doesn't matter,
What could be the situation.
Some will see the goodness,
And others consternation.
You're more at peace within yourself,
And happier by far,
If you step around the puddles,
And don't look for snags and barbs.
Categories:
snags, allusion, angst,
Form: Rhyme
I have a thought, let's go away
Someplace where we can sing and play
Bm snags are in the past
I'll get you up to speed real fast
If I want to I know how
But I won't go too fast right now
Some things you have to take real slow
Lessons are the way to go
The kind I give are intimate
I'll help you get those bar chords yet
I'll need to stand behind and near
To make sure that you play them clear
Don't worry I'll just move your hand
And you won't even have to stand
Relax and sit, we'll get through this
I'll guide you starting with a kiss
And then we'll play a melody
That's only heard by you and me
You're in charge of what we play
I'll play anything you say
Categories:
snags, for her, i love
Form: Rhyme
is merely a mountain trail away ~ with a few hard slaps on the ass
and if snags get in the way ~ dangle a carrot to break the impasse
By
David Kavanagh
hms
Categories:
snags, allusion, perspective, word play,
Form: Monoku
In the dusting of the springtime
Sweet scented thoughts of yesterday
The singing of the birds that rhyme
Still plays loud in the dawn of day
The sunshine smiled from up above
As we passed by the fields of green
She was my queen, I was her love
But we're just barely seventeen
I held her two hands so tightly
As I looked deep into her eyes
And with the streams singing sweetly
The world was like a paradise
Then our hungry hearts collided
All the snags of life have faded
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
snags, love, spring,
Form: Sonnet
For my mate
You added your bit to the show
A joke a story or a place to go
Standing next to the barbie or keg
Serving the snags or beer you had us pegged
Always the last to leave no waste allowed
And you knew all the nicknames being so proud
With the reasons for each name made
For shows or border incidents you did not fade
So now it’s your day again
For us to say see ya later friend
And here’s cheers in beer for you
When at the bar I’ll have one for you too.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
snags, death, death of a
Form: Elegy
˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜Love and compassion will win in the end, sure,
Truth and honesty are always pure,
Like the sun at summer noon,
Or the brightest moon,
Or the stars,
Hearts
With no bars,
Like dune boon soon croon,
Never by storms of snags strewn,
Or like the Zen body and mind cure,
Love and compassion will win in the end, sure.
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18 January 2023
Categories:
snags, heart,
Form: Rhyme
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