the fins
of human
quake tremendously
spills grotesqueness while dumping
the ox cosmos in the middle of smoothly
mirrored
ocean Walls
where ones choice is fixed
at dawn stagnantly brimming
in obsolete enviable damp colours
woven in a volcanic
oasis of anguished circles embraced in
loneliness fronted
with shuttering frozen stars
moulding through a sunny cheerful darkness
reinvigorated with
strident current in
waves staring
hovering and invading through the thorns of
the barren mountains
wrapped in swings of an
encroached moonlight piercing in
the vacancy of
my enchanted soul
channeling through my so preceding exist
in steam of redolence reek
from the garden frowns
and grins
call me a piscine
but even as a sly tamed fox hereafter
I would soar on footprints of
ceaseless fogs
to unveil your gleam
leap through the reflection of
sunlight to sway you
exasperatingly siren my scales on
your prime lips
fading with a spin
submerged in a longing savory passion
Categories:
stagnantly, extended metaphor, feelings, heartbroken,
Form: Suzette Prime
Soak into your senses
Stop stepping down your standards for someone's satisfaction
Your skeptical because selflessness sent you staggering
Stumbling and succumbing to something you are not
Something stagnantly synthetic
Submerged under the surface
Something inside you sees the shackles separating you from sustainment
Trying to salvage the shortcomings and sever the shady feelings of the struggle
Be satisfied to step up and stand out
You are sterling in singularity
Categories:
stagnantly, courage, feelings, growing up,
Form: ABC
SUSPENDED
this static quiet...
stagnantly
fills my space
silently
the air hangs
dense and muted
my fingers type
numb floating
appendages
rest slightly bent
motionless
hurt dripping off
the tips deferred
now adjourned
another tortured
soul
suspended
in
time
R.I.P. Scott Weiland
© Kim van Breda—4 December 2015
Categories:
stagnantly, loss,
Form: Free verse
The lights that are alive
Beam my mind in knots
Fishbowled on an elevator, brushing beanstalk men in black
Eyes up; I'm stubbed and trapped in my panicked plight
One tips his topper and says “the galaxy is behind you”
I didn't know what to make of it, yet felt profoundly moved
Then an alarm licked my ear and climbed inside my bones
In solace I try to remember: who, how and what and why
Oh, that's the shape of dreaming, floors morph into skies
Later on I came to see, the voice was mine in guise
Validating subconscious truths, from another mouth and eyes
Were we stagnantly still, or soaring on the rise, or to demise?
Or were we always moving like the lights that are alive?
Categories:
stagnantly, angst, dream, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
Dust devils harass the ground,
Sweeping up accessible layers of earth
Stagnantly rooted in their stake
Of vast uncaring land along train tracks in the desert.
The wind-born dirt
Whisks against calloused surfaces
Of metal things carelessly left
On the dry earth of the forgotten South Forty.
A bucket, a barrel,
A ‘40 Ford Coupe left to die of rust;
An armadillo on the edge of a highway.
Flakes of faded iron skin litter the dust
Like dead leaves on the linoleum
Of a kitchen covered by sagging, burnt shingles.
Categories:
stagnantly, absence, adventure, age, depression,
Form: Free verse
Kaptain Kundalini
Those unloved, and void of lust
Stagnantly covered in the dust
Waiting to be wiped with thrust
Smoot veils, they’re on the cusp
Of being just one more swept away, unnoticed
Like ancient texts forgotten too
Gone unseen, closed eyes rue
Held in limbo till he says the que
Halted, cold tangled up in the blue
Til’ you stumble upon the dormant love, inside it
Don’t fear what’s been left alone
The empty fields, no one roams
Better than the infested clones
Fruitful minds, now full of bones
Of those who skipped the dusted roads, to fit in
While those that scoff at others
Hide slick lies under the covers
Yet they call eachother brothers
Are trained to bark, hate hovers
Under a clever guise of misguided love, they created
So if you see a book rife with smut
Years of despair in a constant rut
Beguiled of the dustiness in glut
Though beauty lies inside it’s guts
Withhold judgement till you brush the dirt, from your notions
The pages glow, dust now gone
Has been there waiting all along
Yet took the ever slightest prong
Each word bellows a saintly song
That wakes the sleeping eyes to see, the beauty.
Categories:
stagnantly, beauty, growth, inspiration, introspection,
Form: Lyric
You have become a sort of curiosity
Your eyes wander up and I watch you
Gravitate toward me
Like a forbidden, foreign thing
I can’t speak
For fumbling for foothold
I am upturned and reeling
My mouth hurts from shyly grinning
Why are you so beautifully strange?
Your hands perched on the desk beside
I lean into you as you speak,
My thoughts throbbing and body weak
Why are you so uniquely intricate?
With depths longing to be
Unfettered, eyed naked
Conquered
Somehow I fell for you with hardly any words;
I drifted into a sleep vivid and new
I was drawn like weathered moths
A moon-stricken tide—
The mournfully lost
You are an anomaly
I stand, pupils stagnantly wide
And take you in like a dream in the night.
Categories:
stagnantly, beauty, love, lust, woman,
Form: Free verse
Everyone's waiting
baited breath
fluttering hearts
And shoulders tilted like balances offset
But who sees it coming
Anywhere. No one
All hear whispers and sees not the mouth
With hands aside and lips held tight
We wait for something uniquely ours
Til the clock stops ticking and
the cuckoo flies its nest
And like strangers we stare
Bewildered and unsure; uncertain
Of all surrounding
Eyes stagnantly defiant
Unmoved, we wait.
Categories:
stagnantly, memory, people,
Form: Bio
My wrenching mind forever caught in pain.
Life bound within the heartaches, which there passed.
As hope became an endless glory, lost,
My dreams soon met their nightmares until dawn.
Misery grew watered by endless floods.
As tears began their cycle once again,
My soul dropped down into a dark despair.
Then, suicide became a dream of choice.
Imaginary hopes of pain relieved
Obsessed my every thought of living free.
Transposed!
Reality was lost within my hurt.
And memories repressed my daily thoughts.
Stagnantly, I cried to God above.
Immobilized, unable to move forth.
Oh, tragedy of love’s unwanted touch.
Wherein is the glory, purity?
Wherein is the mercy, fears relieved?
Wherein is the hope, oh happy life?
Remaining?
And I must!
© February 24, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Touched Free Poetry Contest
Debbie Guzzi
Categories:
stagnantly, angst, life, recovery from...,
Form: Free verse
(Answer to Claude McKay I shall return)
YOU shall not come again
You won’t come back
You shall not turn up, you shan’t
To chuckle and care for the ones you want to see
To wristwatch with wonder surprised eyes
For the dozy noontime shall be shadowy,
And you shall not see the way
The forest fires shall have eased off
And there shall be mere darkness, grey
Grey smoke drifting stagnantly
To the blackened grey sky without limit
You won’t reach your destination
Where many streams loiter without flowing
As huge boulders in it are embedded
Your dreams shall be unrealized
From afar ere you arrive
You shall hear the fiddle and fife
Of the village of your destination,
Eliding desponding delicious tunes
That stir to life the secreted depth of native life
Of a life of depression, nullity of life
Dull melodies of primitive, smart tunes that
Shall make you moan, this weak and vicious melodies
You shall not return, you shall not return
The pain in your heart, the soreness in your soul
Cannot be alleviated, you shall expire
Before you return your dreams unrealized
You shall not return again
Categories:
stagnantly, losslife,
Form: Free verse
Stagnantly idle, all can see
Horrifying comments, said upon to me
Utterance of ignorance, because I disagree
Thunderous demands; broken debris
Unkempt existence; useless plea
Piercing is the voice; an obnoxious potpourri
Categories:
stagnantly, husband, lost love, sad,
Form: Acrostic