"dodges" poems
Through the serpentine path
Concealed from prying eyes
Walks the courageous heart
Towards a destination unknown
Numerous fangs, ready to bite
To inject the venomous intent
And incapacitate the heart
Seeking the unachievable
The braveheart dodges hurdles
Stares down fear itself
Arduous journey takes its toll
Small sacrifice to reach the pinnacle
Where none have been before
Will be written in folklore
Valiant one who walked the path
None dared to tread before
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
**Moving past the shuttered mind
that shuns imagination
I seek a stimulating thought
a cause for exhultation.
It hovers there
like hummingbirds
whose entry I deny.
And yet
I see the imagery
and heave a heartfelt sigh.
It teases me
and mocks me
as it dodges
every grasp
Laughing at my efforts
to retrieve it
with each clasp.
Yet empty air is my reward.
My snares are all in vain.
I close my eyes and meditate
for inspiration's gain.
An empty net
a vacant trap
the target still eludes.
Perhaps tomorrow
try again
away from darker moods.**
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 10:16 PM UTC
Covenant park central
parallel, east-side west
waiting on the print defender
(and Lichaten queen)
he appears randomly, and distorted
with a broken smile
shuffling down the Smithright trail
with his Mac Tack and cinnamon shades
(sun bags and thrift ware stacked neck high
on a rusted rat-trap)
An open end panel van crashes the curb
as the long-board dodges the tail
and kicks up some flare
the plumb tree and Sunbeam double wide
hold steady in the driver's fish eye
as the warehouse carny and "tire-less" 510
shine brilliantly...
in the dull, dripping scene
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC
(Extra characters: Friend 1 Friend 2 )
"A chat about who people like?"
It's not something like that!
But actually I'm interested, and want to hear about it,
It sets my heart fluttering!
The reason is really simple,
I'm plagued by this awkward shyness,
So I'll just be watching from behind.
Though surely I've been kindled with the idea of love,
I actually haven't fallen in love with anyone yet.
Just having fun with my friends, A "bachelorette"(lol)
Who just smiles and dodges the question...
It's totally fine like this! 'Thud'
Falling in love and stuff, when it happens to someone,
Naturally that envious, jealous feeling rises up.
Teach me the charm, that will set love in motion!
I must look like a huge dummy...
"Eh? a soccer ball?"
"Hey what's that? It looks fun!"
"It's just what guys do right?"
We burst out in laughter.
Saying "Good morning, you got some bed hair."
That boy from my class, I'm totally shocked!
It was the first time he talked to me,
And it's just so embarrassing!
With my everyday being a bit boring,
Having milk, the two stars and a supernova,
They were having a dream.
Suppose one day if I started going out with someone,
It'd be nice walking home hand in hand...
"It's a somewhat embarrassing dream..."
"I know..." Just talking to myself,
Someday, surely...
Being jealous, being made to feel that way,
All girls experience stuff like that.
These totally normal kinds of emotions,
I'll surely have them too...
"I have something I want to tell you,"
"Later after school, at 4:10 pm in this classroom right here."
Glancing at me during just our second conversation,
Why won't my heart stop beating like crazy?
I can't look at him!
You know, just supposing, if this was a confession...
I'm all stuck thinking,
About what I should say.
If that kind of thing is said...
Aahh...
"I'm just so nervous!"
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 6:21 AM UTC
Death stalks
On velvet paws.
A pounce, a flash of claws,
The small and helpless in its jaws.
Fat Cat!
Milk calls
Emptying lap.
White drops make warm nightcap.
Silky shadow dodges a slap.
Fat Cat!
Warm bed
Invites slumber.
Contented purr thunders.
Muddy paws on bedclothes wander.
Fat Cat!
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 5:01 AM UTC
Two hearts
box it out
Ding!
They're off!
Hard Heart
puts up a good fight!
Sweet Heart
dodges the blows
Oh! Looks like Hard Heart
is gaining momentum
Look at him go!
Sweet Heart
pounds in place
Pow!
Sweet Heart
is down on the floor!
One...two...three....
She's back!
And throws a sucker punch!
Hard Heart
is thrown for a loop!
One...two...three....
Look at him rebound!
Back up!
And fiercer than ever!
Sweet Heart
is wearing thin!
A couple more rounds...
Sweet Heart
gets a pep talk...
Go for the center!
Aim hard!
Sweet Heart
is back
to the challenge!
But try as she may
Hard Heart
is extra cold
His belly tough as steel!
A few more punches,
and Referee calls it
Hard Heart wins!!!
Sweet Heart,
tired and panting,
acknowledges her defeat
and walks away
Hard Heart
raises himself up
to a thunderous crowd!!!!!!!!!
But the look on his face!
Is he wearing soft?
Suddenly, he feels dejected
and somehow
he find the trophy
of loneliness
isn't that sweet
after all
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 8:27 AM UTC
One white page.
One black dot.
One white page
with one black dot.
That is all.
You see it.
Good.
Now wiggle that dot.
Just a tad.
Watch it shake.
A single vibrating cell.
A fly in the wind.
Trembling up. And down.
And down and up and right and left.
It's a ***** smudge
ruining your clean page.
So rub it out .
With your pencil thin rubber.
But it dodges like a boxer's head.
A darting fish.
You want to get rid of it.
You want a clean white page.
Plant your rubber down.
A dramatic staff in the ground
cracks the white soil.
But it circles you.
That fly, that fish,
that blurred boxer.
That singular cell.
It circles your staff.
Your statement.
Magnetically.
A metal ball.
Orbiting your invisible eraser.
To erase the invisible dot.
But it is there.
Circling faster.
Wider.
Angrier.
Leaving a trail behind.
Too fast for the eye.
The sultry smoke of speed.
The slipstream of a cannonball.
The page is warped.
Earthquake epicentre on the A4.
Shook by the fault lines.
Jutting canyons drop down.
Ledges crumble and crash.
Sugared pie crust
hit with a hammer.
Everything collapses.
Invisible things are also under
the spell spell of gravity.
Hit on the head by invisible apples.
But it's not invisible.
It's not a cell.
A fly or smudge.
An agile boxing fish head.
A cannonballing canyon pie.
It's not even a white page.
Nevermind the black dot.
It's nothing.
Not a thing.
Not invisible,
but the kind of nothing
that can't be seen.
Yet there it is.
Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 7:29 PM UTC
Upside-down and unconditioned I
climbed my tower.
Sprinkled my flecks and dodges.
Wistful-eyed, in soul surrender
with my twin wild roses, I grew.
Sunset in mauve near sparked attention
cop politician any progressive crew
and all the while
I whinnied to the moon.
Before the door was broken into
under-rooms had shut, had disappeared.
Streaks of starlight filled the streets
and sailing, flew.
This is way the desert sings
tra-la-tra-lee.
Tra-lee-la.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 9:06 PM UTC
The devil sits at its zenith
Hell’s warmth embracing
a bead of sweat escapes
both the man and the beast
locked and circling
waiting
waiting
waiting
until one leaves alive
both man and beast
want to show their bravado
one charges
one waves and dodges
both smell death’s breath
a crimson river starts to flow
and the dance is repeated
until one sits on Charon's boat
or is pulled by death’s horses
but in this dance
both have tripped and fallen
death is overjoyed in the afternoon
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
"He dodges the blade"
"Tis' but a scratch, he murmured
"Kneels down, Blood pours out"
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 1:07 PM UTC
Love is hate because it spits me out at the shores of violent seas, and the world does not stop moving even though 3 years of my life are washed down the drain.Gunshots never cease and lately they have become a lullaby for my 1 year old sister who is lifeless on the floor, I mean love cannot survive nukes.
Love is a silent tragedy because the man next door is not moved as my brother dodges bullets and cover his bleeding ears whilst trying to outrun a lion in the wild.
Love is confusion because what i see everyday is man killing one another because we have different skin tones.
Love is selfish and arrogant because it knows no boundaries nor offers any respect.Love is a ****** because it violates and strips all innocence all in the name of sacrifice.
Love is a ****** because it kills dreams in the name of honesty. Love is an idea that helps us sleep at night because deception is the fuel to survive in this cold world.Love is a conman.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 6:22 AM UTC
Avoidance
does not solve
problems
it acts as a
shield
but is only
temporary
for as one
waits
sneaks and
dodges
still others
stand
still and
silent
statues
will not
give
chase
statues
will not
give
chase
statues
will only
wait
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 9:06 AM UTC
August sun stung my eyes
as sweat trickled down my brow waiting.
Anxiety and Fantasy banged around in my head turning like a picture book
i saw you emerge from the blinding lights and heat waves
Baby i was smitten by you
inhaling deep sweet smokes from the tip of a pipe
i walked a concrete line as sweltering reality dipped and swerved
dancing around your carelessly moving body
Baby i was infatuated by you.
resting in the shadows of the day
I, i couldn't breathe
you stole the breath from me as you kissed me
i had an enviable lust for you
Baby i loved you
the gentle swerves became dodges
I grew impatient with you
having miserable meetings over your movements
you chose to move with someone else when i went to the bathroom
Baby i hated you.
blinded by the words burnt into my head
feeling her imprint where I
I was suppose to fit!
Baby i hated you!
i gave you my heart and you burnt it!
BABY I LOVED YOU!
this monkey wrench beaten me into madness,
impaled by my rage
I ******* hate you!
your gentle touches ripped the fabric of my soul
you ******* murdered me!
Baby you burnt me.
leaving nothing but a ****** scarlet letter
i scrubbed my skin with sandpaper
And couldn't get rid of your traces
Baby i longed for you.
i needed you.
i loved you.
I love you.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 7:19 PM UTC
I sometimes feel that I don't feel
Irony isn't it ?
But it isn't so.
I do feel things.
I do feel cared when someone cares for me.
I do feel when someone is being friendly with me.
I do feel that I have got feelings for her.
I do feel happy when I make my parents proud and happy.
I do feel loved when my younger brother calls me "Bhaiya".
I do feel responsible when my lovely sister puts her head on my
shoulder.
I do feel bad when my parents scold me.
I do get hurt when she ill-treats me.
I do feel ignored when she dodges my call.
I do feel irresponsible when my assignments aren't complete on time.
I do feel wasted when I don't get good grades.
I do get panicked when my examinations are close.
I do feel ecstatic when someone wishes me.
I do get bored with "stupid talks".
I do feel ambitious when some opportunities come across.
I do feel good when I see some "beautiful" girls.
I do feel happy when I see kids playing.
Yeah, I feel things.
But I'm scared
I'm scared that if I let myself be happy for one minute, then my
world's going to come crashing down.
That's why I keep a distance from "being happy".
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
Ford and man aim stiffly toward the frame,
Ranch Wagon north, my father somewhere south --
But who can picture either one of them?
I see that car, I guess, my acrid youth,
Flash of chrome, fogged screen -- and, when we moved,
That cat we hit, flopped from its crushed skull
On the road behind. My father said it proved
All dodges cancel out; All Ahead on Full,
He said, and don't look back. How did he know
We'd lose the road, and swerve from off the plan
When crooked routes misled, or that we'd throw
His maps away? *Just do the best you can,
That's all I ask.* The camera clicks... time's torn...
I'm seven, eight... last sister's just been born...
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 1:27 PM UTC
Words form in your expression
of fluid emotion and air castings
so essential it's beyond the special
the mere figures of square or circle
your handicraft disturbing the randomness
an existence that calms yet stings
at the channel between the really spectacular
and my most beautiful imaginings
motion mixed with feeling to give breath vibrating meaning
sending my heart dancing to the tune of your waves
before the voice is even there to be heard beating
on the little drums inside my head where love's
stirring my feet into step with your presence
as you transform sentences into spirited rhythm
catchy and sharp so that inside I wince
with the vigorous release from realisation's thorn
that I never want to escape listening to your words
to what your thoughts don't say but start
in a gorgeously threadbare chapter coloured
through the artful lens you focus in and out
carrying and pulling me into amazing places
where the world unravels and dodges me
using the whole dilemma of clinging and races
to keep me gathering your loosely packed energy
I wish to grab you so tightly time ceases to flow
yes!.. over there's a gazelle leaving a gymnasium
as perfect as warm sunshine on crisp fresh snow
and winter's lion seems too slow to prey on autumn
you show me how to spring
straight out into a season
bright with mown meadow's green
so I pounce on you with a passion
which sent us flying and rolling to summer
into the fun of a hidden rabbit burrow
echoing with sudden peals of laughter
so loud that sorrow took fright and flew
while we hopped out to a brighter tomorrow
falling head over heels deep in a warren later
a one way maze built by paws for only two
your kiss the beginning and the end even better
a bobbing tail signals danger.. I follow
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
The traveler swayed from side to side
His bounty slung heavy on his shoulder
His shadow long and eastward strewn
An ambiguous gait and pallor
His toes dragging to a straight-legged stomp
His head heavy in thought and thirst
He uncaps his flask to wet his mouth
Almost falling to the ground face first
His journey is long and his pace is quick
For a while he rests on a stone
He sets down his bag of merchandise
Unaware he’s no longer alone
A rustle in the bushes alerts his attention
He stiffens and draws his blade
An attack from the forest—a black hooded rogue
A battle for his life is waged
He dodges an arrow and avoids a knife
He lunges with his faithful steel
Slicing through air he draws first blood
And snickers with a menacing leer
A powerful kick sends him back
This carnage will end in the mud
A thunderous jump—ribs snap in their cage
Gasping through grimace and blood
His pace was quick but not quick enough
To escape from his earthly fate
For smite rained down like heaven’s hammer
And punished his life of hate
This ambush was long ago forecast
When his soul morphed into black
At first only slightly but then almost nightly
As he engorged his poisoned sack
Madness enveloped his meager soul
And gnarled evil on his face
The trophies he stole in a heap of haste
Stirred dangerous men to give chase
Now he gasped through spit and blood
Finally paying his overdue arrears
Falling from his clasp to the ground in a mess
Were hundreds of severed ears
Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 5:15 PM UTC
Monday morning and here they wait
proffering their passports - pleasure cards
submitted to scanning for our next date.
Returning regular regards.
Brave Ben Hayes benign war hero
veteran of bellicose books
stalker of the cinema's front row
lover of library ladies' looks.
Miss Patterson reads the romantics
that free her from kindly caring
and meddling medical antics
that prevent her feelings flaring.
Finally here comes Francis
who craves crime and thriller novels
demented detectives dangerous dodges
devoted while the narrative unravels.
Then there's me. I'm normal.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
A nettlesome gnat
dipping
dodges past
rote swipes,
remote-controlled
flickers,
and in the stodgy
middle of milk-
spilled glass,
a waning wink
glimpses
the faded
bicker
to its midgy sink
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 6:31 AM UTC
it's quiet, but there's still a sound I can't hear
I've been listening for days
but it doesn't seem to come in clear
like the dust that dodges my hand in the air
I can't quite grasp it, but i know it's there
is this the sound of indifference--
will I ever know?
or is this dust from the days
I refuse to let go?
it's quiet, but I'm tuning up my ear
this silence unearths these dusty tears
I can't crack through it, or even let it be
I let the silence dismantle me
Jun 16, 2010
Jun 16, 2010 at 5:28 PM UTC
goddess that fell to earth
spiritual connection
transmission in dance
souls wiggle
out of darkness
conscious
subjective conclusion
withering flowers
carbon silhouette
meteorite
universe in charge
energy moving and swirling
nothing is the same as it was
just a moment before
energy and heart calling
wondering what is pulling me
to do this or that
struck me...
brilliance in front of my eyes
just a tuesday morning
just as as moon dodges our view
from time to time
sun shining showing her brilliance
once again stunned
what passes me
synchronicity of the lesson
what the heart loves
you can feel it
beauty of the ocean
stars in her eyes
multiplied
by her light speed
squared
love and joy
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 11:56 PM UTC
Thanks Hollywood for riding out from the west, with your slogan six-shooter that’s guilty for the hole in my chest, for making my decision of what's the best bet. You shot art through the heart because it made men outta mice. But my vision kept left, so far it was in the opposite lane when you came round enforcing your reign. It has dodged Dodges, Fords, and all your other brands too, just to weave words from within this wicked n' wild whirl wind where we watch wrecks while fat cats sit back n' get paycheques. So lemme ask, what's next? They'll keep us typing on computers, pressing buttons for nothing. Hunting for faith in a sea full of snakes, and if you ever find some I'll be amazed because I get lost for days in this ****** maze. That's not to say that I stop my pace. Still moving so fast I feel wind on my face, but the breeze is about all I feel nowadays. Cause they shot art through the heart, it was making men outta mice, and what they gave us in trade still filled me with a fiery rage, but those too close got burnt so I learnt to keep it all locked in a cage and if it werent for this ink and this page, then maybe I'd have enough passion to make something change. But they shot art through the heart for making men outta mice, and when they did that they gave everything a price. The only thing left now not slapped with a label is all these free words and what you are able to put together as pieces of poetry, so if Im just one small rock in a world of change, then I must be part of a whole mountain range.
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 4:58 PM UTC
1… 2… 3…
Goes a bird through three tubes
4… 5… 6…
There he goes again
7… 8… 9…
990 tubes later…
Uh-oh here comes Mario
Mario shoots fireball at bird
Bird dodges it
Bird flies through the tube with Mario
1,000 points! New Record!
Let’s go for – Oops!
Game Over…
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC