Written for the contest "Poe in the style of Plath" sponsored by Tom Woody
I am a weakling against supremely star-studded skies
Where stolen streams of light are not enough for it to uprise
My warrior soul is on knees, as sour scars cut very deep
The vinegary wounds in my veins can cause stones to weep
To cross this apocalyptic abyss, I only have frightened might
Avalanche of agony has hit volcanic edge of my perilous plight
No savior comes to the rescue, as I lay with my frozen fears
Fighting, fighting eversince, I found no way past trail of tears
Am I a cowardly creature just to ask for a breath of peace?
Too many of rainbows before my eyes, I can't tell apart malice
Too numb to flap wings of hope only, so I lied in my poems oftentimes
Not a melody of glazed strings, life sounds a lot like rusty rhymes
I hope I met the requirements of the challenge. I have read a few of Poe's and Plath's poems only, I just hope I was able to do justice to keep the macabre vibes of both of these poets' writing style. Thank you for this wonderful contest Tom!
Categories:
vinegary, angst, anxiety, dark, depression,
Form: Rhyme
As cotton clouds fade under blank blackness,
I sigh as stars stare at my moon.
My breathless quill feels no pulse, but it beats,
unable to find admiration for an empty page.
I bleed tears. I've not yet cried like wailing walls,
through expressions with silent connotations,
where my life resembles personified poetry.
But, not all verses are expressed effortlessly,
as my muse's heart is misplaced in mahogany mist.
Once, I used to sprinkle magic over dead roses,
but my chiseled charm is now at war with words,
wandering among weeds in my withering flower garden.
Vinegary rain with sour snow has immolated my vocabulary's flaming blooms,
as memorable metaphors abandon me.
Pierced from thorns worn from a crown of sonnets,
I fear myself when my rhymes feel like childish crimes.
Now I cry without tears, a lifeless poet,
lost in a paradise of vivid imagery,
but powerless to write verses with substance,
so I let my words rest in peace - deceased.
Categories:
vinegary, analogy, angst, poetry,
Form: Free verse
sweet
saccharine, sugary
dulcifying, tasting, adoring
confection, savory, tangy, acidity
fermenting, distasting, frowning
vinegary, astringent
sour
Date written: 05/13/2023
Categories:
vinegary, creation, poetry, words,
Form: Diamante
Truth,
an exigency of life;
a necessity for humanity
whose life
is challenged by lies.
Truth is scary
and yet bitter,
when it is told
enemies are born
anger is awakened.
Truth is a relief
to the one who tells
and yet embarrassment
to the one exposed.
When truth is stripped
then;
reality remains bare
uncovered
for everyone to see
what was kept secretely
becomes publicly
known.
Lies are sweet
and yet
pungent is truth
tangy,
vinegary;
tough to swallow.
Like a mixture of acidic liquids;
puzzling
and
buffling:
when it does its work.
Truth,
provocative
and yet veils its reality.
Truth is life
life is but truth.
Drencho POET Loads.
Categories:
vinegary, truth,
Form: Personification
Now that fat has been vindicated as a good guy,
and sugar is the devil,
the theory of sugar scratching your blood vessels,
before turning into fat,
may be giving you a stroke,
potatoes, white bread and rice,
are good to a certain point,
the delicious and protein satisfying point,
your carb tolerance level,
depends on how much protein you eat,
protein cures, helps to burn carbs,
not the other way around,
here is some easy three food for the flood zone survivors,
cut an onion bun into two equal halves,
place a slice of shaved ham on each half,
as well as two slices of a mild dry salami,
then melt some cheese on broil in a toaster oven,
until it spills down the sides of the bun halves,
if you have a salad with that, use two half dressings,
one creamy, one vinegary,
and a coffee with three cream and one sugar for desert.
Categories:
vinegary, betrayal, sweet,
Form: ABC
Your home fills a rancid life
Yesterday was very refreshing
But agonizing voices murmured
Through the shivery cold
The moon's sight peers through
Your bloodstream zapping it
With a vinegary feeling
Categories:
vinegary, image, imagery,
Form: Blank verse
Why did he do it
What urged him on
To try and end his life
He is so young
To be in such despair
That he cant see the end
Was there no-one to talk to
Didnt he have a friend
He did make that one call
That saved his life
Was it just bluff
Did he want to live?
Now he is in hospital
Where his mind will heal
His tortures will be tempered
Living is for real
I hope when he is well again
He can come to me
Talk about his nightmares
Make hinm see
That life has 2 sides
One good and fine
The other is dark
Like vinegary wine
Sour to see to touch to feel
Pass to other side
To warmth and to heal
To stay forever and never hide
To happiness always
To happier smiles
To friends who love you
Sunshine for miles.
Categories:
vinegary, depression,
Form: Verse