Ventricles Poems | Examples

Alignment

 
 
crown petals unfold for lofty Light
fontanelle gaping softly smile
Centre Point’s hole blazon mile

pineal connects as conical way
to galactic edenic binomial rays
loosens ovuliferous scales honed

thyroid equalises, tongue relaxes
cylinder opens larynx true blue
speech becomes intended hues

heart softens atria, ventricles 
valves linking doors of paradise
protected golden it rhapsodises 

coin-line verticle-horizontal spherical 
solar plexus flowers monumental near
mystical super might no incidentals 

feed flows smooth for tantric beats
sacral seat in creativity knowing heat
power is orange action satisfaction 

rooted into Earth mooted primordial 
authentic estate mirthful immemorial 
aligned connection very refined  
                                        
                                               
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PETALS OF PAIN

A solitary tear escapes my eye,
As poignant thoughts shuffle my decor. 
If only I could rewrite the script, defy,
To release the burden that anchor my core.

"Why me?" reverberates through the ventricles, mummified,
Ripped apart by destiny's cruel spell.
In this moment of truth, I stand crucified,
Awaiting light to penetrate each cell.

Acquaintances revel in my agony,
As I waddle through the puddles,
Tripped by the weight of bitter irony,
In molasses-like mean shackles.

Yet I strive to rise from the ashes of fire,
As cadavers of self-pity unleash,
Infusing life into a desert's sapphire,
Elevating my spirit—hope as a feast.

SALVE FOR the PSYCHE

Cerebral ventricles capitulate in the face of fatigue.
At night I am judged by executioners from the shadows who stalk me.
At dawn demons hold my head upright.
Our symbiosis is lethal,
and I can't kill them inside me.
That would be suicide indeed.
 
/it's getting dark/
The night surrendered to me.
corrosive eyelid rains destroy the skin,
on my body are written the names of the victims
of my internal wars.
 
I am a woman of principle,
but you should be afraid of them.
You only served me pain,
along with the pain, you also served me a salve,
so that tomorrow your conscience doesn't burn you alive,
but every diagnosis wakes up my inner fires and I burn from the inside,
the verdict on the paper which you bequeathed to me.
Do you have a salve for that too?

If This Was the Last

If this was the last poetry contest 
I would choose to call the tall waves 
from the serotonin molecules 

Neuron by neuron in the snaking path
cleft by cleft in a cerebral dance
the resplendent response
to the sounds of the tolling bell 
through the laughing waves 
from the ventricles 

The soup knocked on the brains
a stirrer in the currents
It grew lilacs in the garden
softening the hardened soil
The soup sent cordial calls
to rivers dormant in a darkness
In the soup we knew the footfalls
With every sound the tall t-waves 
All these from the charged magnet
the Poetrysoup contest

In case this was the last
we know we wouldn't fast
The treasure of the Poeyrysoup-glee
would never be under lock and key

Whenever fidgety in the pursuit
of an elusive thought or image
or of a glimpse of poetic stanzas
We would tap on the verdant doors of
the dear storehouse of the jewels
that never failed an avid reader
of all the forms of English poetry

After all a river is born to end 
Leaving almost permanent poetry 
in every bend 


18 September 2023
Inspiration: Contest: 
If this was the last Poetry Contest
hosted by Silent One

To See the Snow

Winds will cease their sloppy blows
And the sky will spray its hose
Inside my heart remains warm
Inside I see a new storm

Children will play in their yards
And I with my broken shards
Inside my heart are cold walls
Inside I see the first snow falls

Trees will hug the frozen ground
And I, ventricles I found 
I will hug warm my heart’s branch
That I bleed an avalanche

Families will gather round
And my heart its silent sound
I will listen to the blood
And get lost in my own flood

Winds will carry black old crows
And the sky will spray its hose
Inside my heart I will go
Feeding my eyes with the snow

Arrow

Pull the pink silky shaft 
of this arrow from my heart
Rip it out roughly 
rupturing both ventricles
allowing the blood to freely flow 
from the ragged wound
hot and red
like lava venting from a volcano 
until I lie drained dry and dead
for nothingness is the only bliss
this world will let me know
Burn my body into ashes
to be spread over the soil
somewhere that fate refused me
the opportunity to go
to fertilize the flowers there 
so they can sprout and grow
blooming in a glorious show
of colors my soul couldn’t see
for love was never meant for me
Maybe they’ll find their way
into a beautiful bouquet
upon her you'll bestow
Perhaps she’ll wear one in her hair
while posing for a photo

Ventricles

Whirling ventricles
pure extemporanea
my heart pounds wildly

Profusion Couplet

P
R
Orchestra blazing Mozart, overtures fill a pining heart,
F
U
S
I
Overwhelmed ventricles part, passive piece a le carte,
N


By David Kavanagh 


Kim’s Acrostic Play 
Poetry Contest
09/11/2020

Thanks My Love

Thanks my dear love, for locking me inside your warm
Heart which is filled with true love & care in
Abundance for me,feels safe as though I am
       in my mother's womb once again.Sitting amidst
Naked arteries,ventricles and chambers,can sense 
       those pounding thumps 
Kissing me and caressing my brain to
Stay there comfortably as long as I desire.


21-6-2020

Second place in the Contest.
Note:THANKS -ACROSTIC Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Beata Agustin

Only If Death Do Us Apart

Only if Death do us Apart;
Shall I keep my Hands to myself
That, Which had been Nurtured to Fondle your Breast.
Striking through the Strides of your Hair; Abreast

Only if Death do us Apart;
Shall my Arms,be wrapped in white clothings,
Unstained, Stranded and Lifeless.
The Arms, which had been Crafted to wrap around your Beaded Waist,
Turning the Winter your Summer, While lost in Thought

Only if Death do us Apart;
Shall my Ears, Fond of listening to your Beautiful Breathe in Silence
Echoing through the Vessels and Ventricles of my Heart
Be shut by white lining Clothings
And rolled into the Earth forever

For as long as we Breathe;
Mouth to Mouth, Heart to Heart
Bonding our Imperfect Halves...
Shall I remain in your Halo, Unaltered
And never let to Flinch a bit


@ThePoeticMembrane

Anatomy of Winter

The sun slips a wink 
And wilts a few degrees
Like ritual, September passes
Leaving a wet headache-

October falls fondly,
Pawing the door like a hungry cat. 
Strewing orange gifts and straw.

But Winter arrives,
And a chill broaches the air  
January’s sunset catches the glass. 

The trees branch like bronchi
 Ventricles fall like lace over the eyes
Bloodshot, usurping every last tear-

Underneath here- the skin prickles and bones grow,
Like coral, hard and skeletal, it barbs the nerves.
I’m cold, but every season has its will,
Spring is on the way.

Forever Disarmed

Oh, I can dream of you and toss and toss in my bed
And snap your crazy feelings with dizzying eagerness
And pump my ventricles for you in crimson red
Leaving me in a state of thorough helplessness

I wonder why I love you like mad
Why I love you like crazy and fall for you like this
Despite pulsating palpitations that make me glad
Wishing your red lips I could forever kiss

And never let you go
Much as reason enjoins me from you to run away
Far away to escape the love magnet I can’t forgo
But I kneel down and decide I should stay

Despite pangs of longing my heart feels
Demanding too much, exacting too high a price
As my heart in saner moments in confusion reels
Wishing for a second to enjoy a peace of mind slice

But your hold on me grows stronger and stronger
The more your magnet draws me closer and closer
Sweeping me off my feet longer and longer
 Wondering if I can again afford to be a chooser

When in all probability I’m bereft of room to maneuver
Squeezed tighter and tighter
Till my love can only quiver and shiver
As prospects for our reunion grow brighter and brighter.

Quietly

quietly
she is
measuring the depth
of my intricacies
staring
deep into the window
of my soul
brilliant yet tense
searching without blinking
quietly
i can
feel her aura her pain
her anguish her angst
her
quietly
i see her
dancing rollicking blood
through her blue veins
i feel her
electrons protons and neutrons
spinning in a celestial bliss
quietly
we are
swimming in the fourth ventricles
before joining in a lucid dream
of absolute bliss
quietly

sep 1 2016
12.22 pm

Inebriant Is Affection

Inebriant is affection
when hearts to hearts are hot
and pangs can cut the tendering
Effects not short of alcohol !

Come to my heart - take it slow
One atrium at a time
The right - when at first sight
The left - when attractions grow

Ventricles are the portico
Emotion at the door !
In cadence debuts the lifeblood
That solicitous ore !

That synonym - the saviour -
the kindred in kind - 
like life and death -co-exist
How much like brethren they are

Live and blood steep in vermillion
How vital they are !
Then one and then the other
One distills - the other gurgles on.

Thirsty Lips

thirsty lips
honey rain of love
flowing dark valleys
hungry hands
petals of flowers
crushed fragrance
torn chordae of ventricles
muffled scream penetrating
moist buds quenching lips
we are waiting

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