Best Abdicated Poems

Poetry is like medication, in each release of expression,
there is healing - Poet.

In the realms of lost childhoods,
where demons prey upon the defenceless -
no one hears your screams.

I wandered spiritless,
like an abdicated soul,
renouncing my existence.
But the pain kept me alive.

I was an unknown vagabond, 
forgotten...

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There are those engaged in pedagogy
To facilitate the drip... drip... drip
Of poison to accost a child's ear.
Maneuvering with glee and juicy decadence...
Sequestering all they say and hear.

Filled with righteous indignation
And a blind sanctification to their cause.
They pervert both judge and jury...
Twisting truth with sainted claws.

Under...

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You grow so fast, already showing glimpse of awesome creativity
and transform discoveries from the industrious nature of your observations
so squat at my feet and raise your attentive head up high
to be equipped for this compulsory journey oh sweet creature of my seed.

My hands of your...

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A scientist pursuing research—
with disinterested curiosity,
Poets distancing themselves—
from personal emotions,
from ‘personality’ (in Eliot’s idiolect),
A sportsperson focusing on the event—
not obsessed with results,
demonstrating sporting spirit,
Anyone doing their karma—
regardless of results,
as characterized in Indian scriptures,
notably the Gita—
All these are instances of detachment—
Of varying degrees
And of course in...

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I’ve been deserted and forsaken, 
relinquished and reawakened.
Renounced and completely vacated,
living a life intensely complicated. 
In the throes of woes, I’m saturated. 

No more time of sincere elation, 
now only a lonely sensation.
To this pain shall I surrender?
I used to touch a hand so tender.
Now...

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transfixed
I stumble down
shifting halls of
my angst my
distress
a cold stale breath
stagnates and permeates
its doom
onto my essence.

beguiled
I entomb myself
in the moment
asphyxiating
flailing
clawing
grasping for
desperately
disintegrating walls.

abdicated
I capitulate to
the lair
that cold cavity
pit of dread
that
pool of tears
where my devotion
thrashes plangently.

interred
in the filth
of want
of need
of putrefying wonder
entombed within
every pore
every inch
of my desolation.

moribund
I turn...

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Hidden dreams silently fall

upon the window pane of love's antiquity

where I find your face,  drifting in an out of view

until I leave...with my delirium 

to rooms of what should have been

forsaken to a spiritual lethargic reality

leaving me alone...with abdicated pictures

hanging on bitter walls of...

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The king is dead! Long live the king!
History of rulers is no different from ordinary mortals,
The crowns and kohinoors travel from one head to another uneasier head.
Emperors, Monarchs, Kings, Pharaohs abdicated
By methods natural and unnatural,
Thrones usurped, kingdoms conquered, succession relinquished,
For the joy of wealth, and...

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You eager commuters
you don’t see me
in the shadows shivering
Remembering that green door and the
warm baking bread smells
A king in a pocket sprung bed
Beside my abdicated queen
And the curly haired prince who
No longer hears my song

You eager commuters
Forward looking
I alone have 
Wealth and friendship
Bottle shaped
No idle...

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The 8th of September twenty twenty two
A day of sad news is brought to you
London Bridge has fallen this was said
At eighteen thirty two Queen Elizabeth II  is dead

Her Royal Highness reigned for seventy years
Her subjects she'd blood, sweat and tears
The longest reigning monarch...

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In search of summer though hopeless but in vain I cry for summer. Pain broken heart sorrows and hopelessness I had to deal with to get to my destination. Pain over here pain over there, left abdicated in the mystery of nowhere caught in the...

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It's the most significant day in Black American history
December 6,1865 the legal ending of chattel slavery
It was 157 years ago
When they finally let God's people go
 
In the year 1619 was when it all started
Africans from the Motherland were permanently parted
And when in 1787 the...

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she's not rock postal... 
she designed the plank... 
Knows how to avoid the edge... 

she doesn't need to talk to you, 
...but will listen with intent... 

she used to pull the wings 
off flies... 
something, she learned, 
now regrets... 

if she catches you in a...

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Every layer amassed vertically on the previous

Quintessentially abdicated from the next’s cornerstone

Upward from yet another illuminated chlorophyll-filled vascular vessel

Inspiring the growth of the next generation

Seemingly taxed at consecutive intervals

Each layer recedes like roman pilasters.

Tolling delicately to not topple the tower 

Umbilical to existence,

Mother of creation...

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My scaled lips have a story, repelling
enough to well up tears in the telling.
My heart is rocked at its place of dwelling
Expect not a merry word from a face unsmiling

Toppling of troughs in the shrine brought anguish  
Suffocating under unhappiness and darkness  ...

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