An ancient mariner in the seamless sea,
I am sailing solemnly for ages
in the radiance of luminous sunshine,
and when the testing tempest rages.
On the azure swells of the rolling waves,
rising sky high and falling abysmal low,
my senile boat pitches, and I struggle
to keep afloat, the journey is slow.
The moonless night descends silently
on the tossing surface of the charcoal sea,
as the sky sinks in the dark horizon,
nothing in the dense obscurity I can see.
But to reach the yonder shore
I know I have to sail long and far,
lost and forlorn in the alien sea
I search for the omnipresent pole star.
I discover in the end the guiding beacon
of the divine star hidden within me,
tracing the course to the final destination,
I am relentlessly trying so long to see.
The wind on the sagging sail is sluggish,
with its helping stream it can no longer blow,
before the boat becomes motionless,
to the land of promise I must go.
YOU are waiting for me at the edge of my time
in the eternal realm of the heavenly shore,
I don’t know why even now
in the tormenting sea I am for.
May 30, 2021
Contest : Open Poetry 5
Sponsor : Charlotte Puddifoot
Categories:
tormenting, analogy, god, journey, life,
Form: Rhyme
Hell’s fiery flames of blackness fumes prevail
Eternally tormenting the faithless as they wail
Lost, loveless… living in death’s sting of despair-sail…
Lord, we trust You to save* us with Your compassion that doesn't fail.
*Romans 10:13 For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.
Acrostic with monorhyme
March 25, 2019
Categories:
tormenting, christian, death, faith, god,
Form: Acrostic
Tormenting Darkness And Childhood Nightmares
Oft, dead of night, wakes me with evil tones
or fleet whispers that send grating chills.
Always they come, crying, shrill shrieking moans
as if from dark caverns in the far hills!
Still that cold-fright, my yearning does so prick
surging tingles race up and down my spine.
I pray, tis just my mind playing a trick
or dark thoughts my restless soul wants to dine.
Truth soon invades, as shadows fly overhead
open doors slam shut with booming loud bangs.
Skeletal hands reach up to shake my bed
next green eyes appear above long sharp fangs.
Frightful mind blasts commands to race away
yet never do I dare to run and flee.
First, I close my eyes and silently pray
please Lord, stop this evil that torments me!
R.J. Lindley,
Oct 12th, 1967
Old Note: When is it mind playing tricks, or evil paying a visit?
Note, 6-12-2017
Oft man is his own monster.... and sadly, he does so well at it..
POEM EDITED, WAS RE-TITLED THIS MORN..
Categories:
tormenting, art, children, conflict, dark,
Form: Rhyme
Hell: The tormenting abyss where souls are entrapped following the path of darkness!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
19 October 2016
Categories:
tormenting, evil, grief, pain,
Form: Monoku
Seductive creature
Fangs, whose venomous liquid
Has tortured my blood
Slithering it's way
Into my heart, Biting
On the forbidden fruit
Teasing and tickling
With your taunting serpent tongue
Orgasmic tears flow
My face is flushed as
The serpent laughs at my
Misery; Ha, ha, ha
My skin is pale, but
I can still feel the serpent's
Scales slide upon me
Now it constricts me
Intoxicating, lusting
The taste of my blood
I, slowly fainting
Give into the slithering
Nympho's bite; Pleasured
I lie on my own
Orgasmic waste, as the
Serpent preys another
I pray, the next
Victim seeks pleasure
In the serpent's bite
As I did
Categories:
tormenting, fantasy, fear,
Form: Haiku
On a daily walk through woods to free my mind
Exercise the heart, relive stress, and just by time
I noticed a tree, the height of 20 feet, and not one single leaf to see
The wind blew fierce and I could’ve sworn the tree whispered swear words at me
Wickedness filled the atmosphere for this tree grim
So I threw a rock started back to jogging on the trail which was slim
The wind blew once ever so strong ahead
And during this draft one of its limbs fell on my leg
I rubbed my head all to confused, for this leafless tree was bullying me
To hell with that I’m not one to bullied you see
I got a bright idea, and laughed for this tree was about to be watered by me pee
I checked the trail then took my pose of fame
I was about to get vengeance and the wind whispered in my ear Here comes the rain
The sky turned blue and water fell, I backed from the tree thinking what the hell
The tree shook again, and I apologized trying to make a friend
I ran like the wind and I’ll be damned if I take that trail again
Categories:
tormenting, funnytree, tree,
Form: Narrative