"pounces" poems
I hear a wind whispering from the hills
It comes down tickling the woodland rills
From far is heard the frightened murmur of leaves
As it pounces on them like wayside thieves
It shakes the branches of flowering trees
And their weak petals drop like confetti in the breeze
Over hills and trees it loves to skip and stray
Always in motion, never inclined to stay
It moves unhampered over streams and field
With no resistance to its might, they simply yield
Like a child, it romps over the sloppy meadows
In its gentle touch, dances the gleeful flowers
It skillfully pleats the blue chiffon of the ocean
Sometimes curling waves in electric motion
Over the sea it runs puffing up the sails
And over the sky heaping clouds in bales
Sometimes it steals furtively like a lover
And disappears kissing our cheeks under cover
Often it comes capering with a lilt and a swing
We feel delighted when we hear its merry song
Like a nomad, the wind roams from place to place,
Hiding its mysterious presence from our glance
From an unknown hide out it comes like a spirit
But always making us feel its vigorous might!
At times it gains force and roars like a beast
Felling trees and wreaking havoc with its twist
In rampage, it sweeps the sea and the ground
Triggering sparks of fear and horror all around
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC
The demon in me
It feeds on
************ rituals
***********
****** day-dreams
It searches
For prey
Finds
Sappy men
Who can't aquire
Someone their age
The demon pounces and recieves
It flaunts it's
Power
It's pride in the
Wrongness
And when
The real me
Returns
She is
A little
Less alive
And a little
More evil.
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 12:50 AM UTC
Clarity has claws
Within her pouncing, padding paws
Laps up goat's milk raw
Grapples a teddy bear to songs
Tied to a robe's string
Well, she plays with literally everything-
Her eyes say exactly what she means.
No **** Clarity is a cat I call to come back
I find myself pleading for her return-
With the promise of a salmon snack,
In exchange for lessons learned,
But I only capture glimpses of her white and black
As she flashes by the doorway,
Always only doing things her own way.
Since her trust is hard-earned,
I coax her cleansing burn.
She climbs up my bare leg
With her razor sharp needles,
First thing in the morning without any warning
Clarity,
Why did I beg you to come near? ! don't tear !
I only wished for your soft vibrations in my ear !
It's so impossible to change your nature
I wasn't bleeding before you were here, but your message is pure
You only come running when you're hungry!
&Would you really eat me if I died?
The way you watch with such wild eyes,
(I'm sad to know I shouldn't be surprised)
Your tapping tail compromises your position,
Your crystal clear intention
To play with your prey before you ****** and eat them
Clarity,
embodying the way her name hides and smiles, pounces for a scream
as if she were mean!
Sneaks off to surprise her next unsuspecting victim
-
Tummy full,
Warm purr, a welcome buzz
She comes, she plays with, she eats my ego, she loves, she kneads, she purrs, she leaves, I plead
ah, Clarity
-Hayleo Liz
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC
Night falls upon the sleepless one,
who stares deep into the void.
He cannot yet be overrun,
He shall not be destroyed.
On the precipice of the blank,
He has lost all hope.
The riverside with either bank,
But while on land he cannot cope,
And so the water engulfs him,
He is drowned but still he breathes.
Light without him is now fading,
But within him it still seethes.
Destruction lies upon the sleepless mind,
Until it pounces on the light, resigned.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 8:38 PM UTC
Don’t ever trust her!
She’s using you.
And when she’s done-
All you’ll have is bite marks and pain.
She’s a cobra on the inside.
She keeps her friends too close.
If they ever find out what she really is,
She figures it out and pounces at them.
Bite mark after bite mark.
Venom stuns the bodies of victims past.
Some say she mimics the emotions of others;
To find out how to bring them in.
But never fall for this.
For you will be just another meal.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
He bites his lips, the shape of ***
and creases his brow.
A musty breeze from the bar’s open door
sends me the taste of his breath,
cheap peppermint and wine.
Its succulence dulls my senses.
His terrible fingers trace my neck,
and I forget about the danger.
And he pounces, an incubus,
an ancient resident of urban wells like this one.
But his mouth is so sweet,
I cannot care.
Mar 29, 2010
Mar 29, 2010 at 10:16 AM UTC
Locked in battle,
opponent glaring
into soul.
One of the best
against the best.
Undefeated
to say the least.
Lack self confidence,
left eye twitches.
Opponent pounces
at slightest hint
of weakness.
Death glare ensues
as I witness
my whole life
flash before my eyes.
Checkmate.
As I stare into
the endless void
of those eyes,
Eternity herself
becomes visible.
Too much to behold,
loss of footing.
Trip.
Blink.
Oreo the cat,
champion once again.
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 10:08 PM UTC
Though she pounces,
Her touch is soft,
And her snarl holds no malice.
In her eyes the purest innocence,
That could never ****
Or know pain or sadness.
Her tiny frame will not grow,
Into a predator,
But a companion who's subtle fur,
Will be a comfort and soak up,
Any tears her master may cry.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC
She chases autumn leaves
As though they’re
Wild scurrying mice,
Of brown and red,
And yellow ochre.
There’s a flurry of leaves
As she pounces onto her
Imaginary foe,
Which barely escapes.
She carefully peers beneath
Her soft playful paws.
In a whisp of crisp air,
It vanishes.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
The autumn leaves of many colors,
Trees on fire, as time changes,
A little tiger sits on the barren ground,
Watching, Waiting,
For the leaves to come down,
One leaf falls and the tiger jumps, catching with ease.
Another falls, landing softly on the ground,
Little tiger pounces, and squeals with glee.
Mama, not far off,
Watches her little child, as happy as can be,
The little tiger watches as more leaves come,
And cover her from all around.
Mama comes, and little tiger jumps,
Scaring mama, making little tiger smile, happily
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC
Sweet scent dripping as hot beads of sweat from her skin
She straddles and grinds as she begins to commit her sin
Succulent lips pressed against mine
Rubbing my fingers down the points of her spine
She giggles with glee, followed by her succubus stare
As she leans back over and nibbles the lobe of my ear
Such ******** traits, in my heart come to confide
As I flip her over and make my way from her neck to her thigh
Her hands clawing my shoulders as I kiss my way down
Her body begins quaking as she tries not make a sound
Gasping for air from such an ****** display
I kiss my way up then she pushes me away
She pounces suddenly, unable to resist
As she gives in to her desires, sensations of tryst
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 9:25 PM UTC
Cat sits behind cage
Bored
Man comes in
Cat leaps up
Tries to catch his coattails
Snags his heart instead
Cat sleeps on couch
Content
Man comes in
Cat wakes up
Swats away his gentle hand
Signing it in red
Cat hunts in field
Brave
Man comes out
Cat pounces down
Returns to comfort of house
Victim having fled
Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 6:36 PM UTC
It creeps up my spine, entangling
around the cord
Until it pounces, electrifying
my soul.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC
A newborn calf totters on shaky legs
Trying to balance and focus all at once.
Then seconds after birth a big cat pounces
With searing jaws.
The calf’s whole experience of life
Captured on film.
Paul Butters
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC
when torn clouds bared blue holes
the river brimmed with ecstasy.
it had rained the whole day
and she was bursting in seams
to tell her side of the story
from the many
upon her shore's mangrove.
how the tiger guards her treasures,
prawns and ***** and honeys and woods,
pounces from the saline thickness of the mist
when dream of life is heavy on the gatherer
and smell of death far gone forgotten
rips the flesh cracks the skull open
flows the blood as silent night
carries the trophy for a bony rest
till devoured by her floodwater.
the river knows it too well
the tiger is her lover and loyal sentinel.
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
*My muse can be thought of as a curse
for it comes at the most inopportune times
but she also plays nice
and brings me peace of mind*
*My muse pounces on me to write
Hit by the force of nature in nature
The sound of crashing waves guide my hand
Releasing words from my body*
*My muse is like a lover
She comes to me in dreams
She teases, pleases then leaves*
*Calliope my lover comes often
She's never satisfied
This temptress of the tablet*
*Just think we could feel
the warmth from the same sun
Hear the same whispers in the breeze
Wish upon the same fallen star
and look up to the same majestic trees*
*She connects all
No matter the place
Her sirens song on the wind for all
Under the same night light constellations
Wreathed in the fog under veiled trees scribbling*
*She is a giver
When allowed to live within us
She gives a whole new view
Bringing two poets together
Even though there are miles in between
She gives her heart and soul
and the drive for us to dream*
*Her gift is poetic eloquence
Stirring within two
Beautifully scribes new words
New places to explore
Distance means nothing to a muse
She bestows everything she has to her
chosen oracles*
By Melissa S and Palmer
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 11:15 AM UTC
My companion pounces on dust,
Pounding the ground ahead of me,
Tracking our path.
This is euphoria,
And today I own it.
I grin at strangers,
passing through my land.
They think me strange.
The valley reclines, lazy in the sun.
I am these paths, these hills.
My friend leads the others from me,
My bodyguard. I am not threatened.
I keep on striding, vocals powering
Through me. I stray from my kingdom.
Too cocky, too confident I
Stray to the forbidden.
They no longer look to me. Now they swarm,
I cannot work out their source.
They stare and hate me.
You stand by my side,
Exhausted and loyal.
I am safe still.
Mar 5, 2010
Mar 5, 2010 at 6:06 AM UTC
My roommates and I congregated in our suite's great room and we’ll head out for dinner soon.
“Have you ever eaten dog food?” Leong asked Anna.
“No,” Anna answered, “it smells like chicken - it’s got chicken in it”
“OOO!” Leong pounces, “Busted!!”
“What?!” Anna reacts.
“How would you know that then?” Leong asks, doubtfully.
“My mom told me!” Anna cries, in self defense. “She’s a vegetarian too.”
“Your mom told you.” Leong said, like a prosecutor raising an eyebrow for the jury.
“I just took my last English class,” I report, pony-tailing my hair, “my teacher told me - privately - that my writing destroys.”
“Nice,” Lisa says.
“Yeah,” I say, smiling and grooming with pride, “I thought that was a ballin’ complement and I’ve been riding that high.”
“No doubt,” Anna says and nods.
“My English professor..” Leong says, exasperated, “is driving me crazy, I’ve written three final papers so far and she’s rejected them ALL.”
“Huh?” I gasp, “Show me one!” I demand, wiggling gimmie-fingers at her laptop.
“Here’s a question,” Lisa asks the room, “What would you change about your childhood?”
“I would have never grown up.” Sophy said.
“When I was in third grade, in the UK, a girl in my elementary school, was murdered,” I reveal.
“What?!” Anna says.
“Oh, my GOD!” Lisa gasps.
“Spill” Leong demands.
“Her name was Kennedy,” I begin, “She was in another class, I didn’t know her but I started to imagine that I’d known her. I’d think of her playing on the swings in a yellow dress, in daydreams and in nightmares.”
“I can see that,” Leong said.
“I was flummoxed, at the time, how a family could lose a little girl and a president.” I added.
Anna looked confused.
“I was in third grade,” I replied, ”what did I know?”
“Go ON,” Lisa prompts.
“We heard that she was walking home and got snatched,” I continued.
“Jesus,” Lisa said, shaking her head.
“Although I never walked home, I was careful not to be snatched for a while,” I summarized.
“I bet,” Anna agreed.
“That’s what I’d change,” I said, “Poor Kennedy.”
“People **** Lisa pronounced, and there was general agreement to that.
Apr 29, 2022
Apr 29, 2022 at 1:45 PM UTC
Vibrations
Sense the tiger
Louder and louder
Screaming and screaming
Pouncing apon the tree
Loudly screaming
So gleefully
Vibrations
Tree isn't sure
The tiger is right
Snake still had
The hardest bite
If only it were true
If only it were right
That the fur of the lion
Would jump back with fright
The tree set about
Telling his tale
Of lions and tigers
And the wind's harsh gale
Jamming and painting
Fresh air burning high
Power
Power in his eyes
Signs are showing
Which way he's going
But he's not sure
If this door
Is true
Or if it is
Quite simply put
A wolf
Wolves are so quiet
Playing
In the clouds
But the mist of that height
Cleverly shrouds
The wolf's true
Intentions
With the snakes new
Vibrations
Wolf pounces high
And swallows the snake
Quickly and violently
The ground starts to shake
The tree can't believe
He's looking at her
The lion standing there
With a new coat of fur
Tiger bounce over
Tiger please leave
Don't disturb the peace
Of the lions and the trees
The moon now realise
The tale, oh so quaint
The stars now realise
It's time now to paint
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 7:20 PM UTC
Love;
It sneaks up on you
Like a fearless lion,
Approaching its prey.
It's feirce and strong
And overwhelming.
You never see it coming,
But once it pounces,
There's no getting out.
You might fight
For your life, but
There is no use.
Before you know it,
Love is ripping
Your heart out,
Eating you alive.
Love is a preditor,
And you are it's prey.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC
Vibrant eyes watching prey
The unexpected victim turns away
For the gazelles long horns aren't enough for defence
the cunning lion pounces into the air with suspense
The startled gazelle takes a leap
But by then she's already been swept of her feet
The poor gazelle gets ripped to shreds
And she lay there frozen , killed ,dead !
* * *
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 6:38 PM UTC
The underbelly of my ego;
limpid, wrinkled carpet
of scars, petty thoughts,
and fearful self-machination.
Cold as a mottled monologue;
Selfish and maudlin
as a sneaky sot,
stealing affection from strangers.
It lurks in the alley of mind;
sinuous and grim
with cynical ire,
waiting to devour my dreams.
Approaching Creativity;
sweet progenitor of
color, light, and lift,
it pounces with dull, fiery claw.
Dripping venom and phantasm;
slayer of fairy tales
barely enwombed,
heartless Avatar of failure.
This then is my secret battle;
to slay and triumph
and win clear the way,
so the children of my light survive.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 10:55 PM UTC
He comes to me, shrouded in darkness, in the dead of night.
Blue eyes, glowing, waiting
For his prey, I, lay dormant.
He pounces,
Lycan teeth gnashing, tearing at my heart.
I feel a sense of belonging, and at the same time...ruin.
A monster I've come to love.
I wake...
Alone, with no wolf...no love.
I remain at his mercy, and yet he isn't even there.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
Electricity doesn't fly off of your fingers and rip it's way into the bones of mine.
Your hands are worn and clammy, instead.
I don't feel a deeper meaning when you stare into my eyes like a cat before he pounces.
I feel a longing for understanding, and a desire for comfort and solace in the anonymity of a breath of fresh air; in a new, and perhaps forgettable face.
Trust to care for valuable possessions doesn't translate to "friend"-- especially in such a finite amount of time.
Yet, there's something in the tone of your chicken fried, velvet chocolate voice that tells me otherwise.
Perhaps I am a challenge; an intellectual conquest.
Never the matter, something is brewing,
and I want a sip.
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC
A single candle flame alights inside me,
Illuminating shadows on the wall,
Where alone I wish to be,
Away from anybody's calls.
I see the shadows, and they see me, and that I
Wish I couldn't ever feel,
Because the shadows eyes are upon me; I
Hear things, they whisper to me, and assure I never heal.
One shadow pounces on me, the other grabs ahold,
They all know what I've done to myself,
To people, there are things I've never told,
They are pages, in the fire, starting to melt.
My eyes have begun to water, filling up a pond,
And the lone candle flame has begun to flicker,
The friends and family I've known are gone,
Until the shadows bring me to a bed of wicker.
They carry flames crawling the sky,
"Fire!" They scream, "ashes and ember!"
A preconceived thought is I'm going to die,
But I'm already gone forever.
Memories turn into lead anchors in my soul,
And the wicker has begun to crackle,
Suddenly, claws are tearing a hole,
And the shadows have begun to wail and hackle.
The fire touched my skin, like so did the razor,
Cutting, tearing, burning away my life,
The painful hole welled up into a crater,
Seeing how tiny and shiny was the knife.
My fathers only anger was directed towards me,
He had slept with someone else,
He didn't notice if I would internally bleed,
At the force of his drunken yells.
So I sat myself in the cold tub,
Everybody said go up the river,
That's when me and the bottle teamed up,
When my skin tore deeply, I knew I was ****** forever.
I didn't take long to bleed out,
But then I heard, "call 9-1-1!",
Couldn't hear words, only muffled shouts,
I can't imagine the shadows if it was a gun.
I left my heaven far behind,
I am just another sinner,
My sold isn't worth much, he can have it for free,
But it will be made out of Cinder.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC