Widening Poems | Examples

Edicts of Silent Concession

A wall patched with lies
keeps the cracks from widening
but mementos fall
books, portraits, medals, and gifts—
gravity claims all relics

curtains shroud the crimes
centuries of stifled screams
glass betrays the hush
even the floorboards confess—
house itself is culpable

clothes, ties, hats, combs, wigs—
the trinkets of faded grace
heaped upon the street
flames burn their false finery—
pretense collapses to ash

palaces demolished
cubes enforce obedience
bankers on the run
food scraps sucked from rubbish binds—
can't stop the way of progress

rebellion outlawed
truth is now rule of edict
ugliness is king
screens implode in blinding flash
we gnaw at our own silence

mother will not come
her arms obliterated
father shamed and named
we crawl with pitiful bleats—
orphans of our own making

Spirals

r = f(?)
Spirals
Archimedian
Logarithmic
Fractal
Mirabilis
Uncontrolled
One point to the next
Ever widening, no end
So with arguments

~kcm

Coasters Stop You From Seeping Into Me, Do I Secretly Want You To?

I cradle you in both hands—
the cup is hotter than the blood in me.
I sip until my tongue blisters,
as if pain is the only proof
that I can still be filled.

The table is a witness—
its pale skin bruises under you.
You leave your halo of tannin,
a brown eclipse widening,
seeping into the grain like rot that knows my name.

I line the coasters in military rows,
little shields of cork and cloth,
but you slip past their defenses—
a siege of warmth,
an invasion I invite.

Soon the whole table will be dark.
Soon my palms will smell of leaves and ash.
But you seep through everything,
and I wonder if love is not the cup,
nor the hand holding it,
but the stain that stays after.

The 'Whirlwind'

  
     Despairing of lightening her mood
        ten children her burden
        her life spent
          pushing and tugging 
          at a grindstone 
          of darkest despair

     She wrote of her misery
        to an elderly rabbi in Brooklyn

     He promptly wrote back
     words of encouragement 
        most unexpected advice
        
     “Attend every wedding in town
      Dance every dance
      Whirl like the wind
      Draw others into your circle”

     The desperate women did just that
     Her life changing by the week
       as she drew her new friends
       into her ever-widening circle

demise of my horses

demise of my horses

I had been away for a few days
visiting an aunt in Cascais
on returning home
my three stone horses are gone
a cheerless hole where they 
had been tethered
Widening the  road, they said
for this beauty must go
the enlarged road can carry
more and more cars
until the enlarged road is
too small, they decide to
build a motorway 
with toll booth
The other side of this new
the road will be impossible 
to cross on foot
Neighbors often visited
becomes strangers 
Sun or rain, spectacular
my horses were
before turning into grit

A Spiraling Song Widening Downwards

Why?
“To rise,”
explain I.
“To grow strong, wise,
to live and defy,
evolve. Expand in size,
in mind, spirit! Then you fly
to higher levels; win the prize,
by transforming when you choose to die.”
Then, her eyes see—what wonder and surprise!

Cracks In Quiet Love

Written: May 09, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France

Quote: "There is a loneliness more precious than life, there is a freedom more precious than the world." By Rumi

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The frosty night breeze embraces me tight,
Such as a moth-eaten shield, enticing flight. 
Bitter rain lashes against the sidewalk face,
Delicate drops pirouette, each finding its place.

Visions flicker by in headlight, fleeting beams, 
Love's echoes glimmer akin to vanished dreams.
How jaded lovers lose spark, turning strangers,  
Specters in their home, now cloaked in danger.

Foreign dialects speak in words we once knew,
Widening cracks claim seismic shifts through.  
Still, optimism clings as I traverse the city chill,
Dreams still nudge that love may cure what is ill.

Silent tears trace paths down my weary skin,  
Longing for dawn light, for a raw start within.  
As the sun rises, distances wantonly wane,  
As rainfall fuels flowers, may our link heal again.

Leo The Lion

I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
From the mystical world of Astrology
I'm generous, strong and warmhearted
That's if you believe in symbology

Not making this up, check it out
Masculine, positive and extroverted
If I listen too carefully, my head will swell
Which should definitely be averted

My wife suggested widening the doorways
Or I might severely injure my brain
Methinks my honey's being a bit facetious
But I love her a bunch just the same

I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
Just a fun loving guy who enjoys life
They also say I'm very broad-minded
Love broads but don't tell my wife

Those Nightmares After Midnight

Have to keep the door closed
(after that midnight treat)
The coyote or wolf far off
(too close)
Can’t remember the plot
(salsa has tightened its grip)
upon awakening
(not at all sure of that)
the widening of the dark
I open the door slowly
to the shadows
(a strange light and likeness)

The wild animal is scarier
enclosed, inhibited
(it tears at my throat, claws
my innards - from a distance)

The pillow next to me
has no face or hair
(hope he’s living
downstairs!)
I need his warmth, his touch
(I’m shivering cold)

ALL THE LIGHTS GO ON
the bathroom
the sink
the bedroom
the hallway
the living room
the stairs

He’s there, in his chair
I tell him I need him
He says he will be along
shortly, so
I remain, reading
in my recliner
shortly waiting

then the warming begins
side to side
his hand over mine
a warmer blanket

after midnight the wolf
will wait to attack
and with waiting
he satisfies his appetite

I’m still cold at midday
but my fears sleep

Wilderness of Mirrors

In the wilderness of mirrors,
light unravels,  names forget themselves, 
   ghosts slither between shards.

her maundering gaze ~ branches bleeding black~
finds the noir stitched in afterimages.

every reflection a fracture,
fault lines singing under her skin.

she enters her body ~ narrow , widening, monochroming ~ a hush, a hurricane.

we cradle broken glass,
drink the mirage,
offer our hearts to the hollow.

a crack, a glimmer ~  something bright leaks through.

in the wilderness of mirrors,
we are stitched into myth,
breathing silver and smoke.
our names fall away like old skin,
and what is left~  shines without needing to be whole.

and we vanish,
      soft as light.

The Weight of Silence

I’m tired of this constant pain 
I keep asking it why won’t you just go away 
but the only response I get is a sting in my chest
As if to humble me in jest; mocking me
They say our tears were given to us to heal our wounds 
But what happens when our tears refuse to fall 
I beg mine to jump off the cliff of remembrance that they inch close to the edge of and to land in between the cracks of my broken heart 
But they refuse my tears yell to me why?what’s the point? they ask me “if I’m only going to end up back on this cliff why jump?”
I beg them and fall to the floor telling them 
“to bring me… relief” and just like a stubborn child they refuse 
so my hurt gathers, piling high on top of the cracks in my heart widening each day threatening to swallow me
So I finally stop begging I stop asking
I sit with the silence and listen to its song
Allowing it to lull me into a nightmirash dream
where no rest can be found for the world doesn't stop spinning for those in pain 
and many won't know about the burdens inside my heart so 
I'll sit and wait for my heart to stop…feeling

The Paradox of Desire

Drugs come in all shapes and sizes
But the essence is the same
Providing a something we feel lacking;
A hit of pleasure and fulfillment
In instant gratification.

The problem then becomes one
Of cascading cause and effect
As the short cut route
Undermines self-esteem
As we know in our hearts
We are a thief, living a lie.

The drug expresses in the extreme
This paradox of being and desire
Giving us what we want, but leaving us empty;
Widening the lack we started with
Until it is a moat filled with only self-loathing.

The wisdom to be learned
Is always a matter of perspective.
The soul after all
Yearns to be a master not a slave,
And that which is beyond grasp
Is by definition unable to be bound.
This is the perspective we need to be free.

Perhaps emptiness is just a given
And our desire to fill it it’s natural expression,
And in our confusion we mistake
The object of desire with its fulfillment.

We may live a lifetime
Thinking we are attached to the nouns of our existence
All the people, places and things we know and love
When we are really just attached to living.

(12/17/24)

unblemished

So, a rich surfer kid with multiple degrees
whacks a rich CEO of a health insurance company
and suddenly he's the robin hood of the A.I generation
feeding the blood of the rich and greedy
to the uninsured and needy.(top that Greta Thunberg)
Folks this is simply another facet of 
the redistribution of wealth
Part of the great reset that they had promised us.
Where the middle class pays the premiums of the poor
getting hammered once again.
While the elites and forever politicians
watch the widening division
from atop the insider trading hill
a thickening layer of sedimentation
Far above the unfruited flood plain
unblemished.

Paradise regained

Nothing could be finer than to be deep  inside your v****a in the morning
Nothing could be sweeter than my sweetie when I touch her up  in the morning
When my morning glory presents itself at your widening   door
Threading through your fair forest to enter your oasis once more
Rolling with my girlie in our  bed so  bright and early in the morning
Puckering up my lips  to kiss your stiffening papillae tips in the morning
And then south of your succulent breasts I  often long to  go
To sip the ichor of your oasis in its fertile and full  flow
Until finally we again come back  chest to breasts and  face to face
To merge in that one climactic full and frenetic  embrace
From which we recover aquiver, relaxed and wholly spent.
A brief glimpse of heaven from above so generously sent
This engrossing eternal bliss allows us both to rise 
To luxuriate in our  fleeting moment of that pure paradise.
If I had a magic wand for only a day,
I'd make a wish and here's what I'd say,
"Nothing could be finer than to be deep in your v****a
Every morning"

Spatter Riot

Spatter Riot

Percolating slowly through the thin orange sheep skin,
The poison of chaos oozes through widening pores,
Bringing to boil the spattering seed of evil.

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