Best Abhor Poems
Tension crawls into the pores of crashing contemplation
Why has it become so hard to breathe?
If only it was known what this dejected heart is saying
As she sobs poetic lines of wordless woe
She is cradled in the tempo tempest of this reflection
Pulsing in the unfeeling land beyond her bodily home
The blood pumping sweet iron grief spurts
The soles of the feet throb at the impact
As the grass cools only to recall the coldness of the present
The impact…
Of a tear falling to the floor
The droplet so gentle… in clear-watered, grounded rapture
The energy of the sorrow befallen is perilous
One with many roads leading to frail fantasy
Aggravated tear…so atrocious, envious
There is something more whirling in this déjà vu cycle
Being crushed many times
By lackadaisical, ever-traveling minds
It is too easy to be tossed to and fro
Between conscious leisure and provocative pressure
Sub-dominated by sumptuous conviction
That word—love—a furtive dagger
Driving a gaping hole of shame and unknowing
Straight into her
Wracking around in this meddle
Of emotion and reason—shooting up falsehood full throttle
Drifting there again
In a solitude almost consoled by the earthy coldness
Of his fowl glare…
Every unsaid word frazzling to the mind
Tearing me and lifting me high
One must wonder if you watch as the fragments fly
As they float for only a few seconds
Of your precious time
And fall back down below
At your very feet
Where the grass is warm, and hopes are high
Please don’t leave them on the floor with the tear
The tear that never quite gets absorbed
The tear that chillingly consoles that bleeding heart
Destroying me
As she thrashes in the maze of bones and matter
Each hollow pathway of the marrow leading to a dead end
Or an ever-winding way downwards
They say each body of water leads straight to the sea
Where will the tear I abhor…lead me?
Your ocean waves have,
Beaten me down,
Across the rocky shore,
As I lay facedown,
Thinking about our lore,
How nothing I did,
Seemed to even the imaginary score,
Nothing I ever did,
Seem to matter to you anymore.
My stomach will always be,
Too soft for you,
My presence will always be,
Too grating for you,
My love will always be,
Too much for you,
I could never be,
Enough for you.
So break me down slowly,
As you go,
Hold me softly,
To your soul,
I couldn’t be enough for you,
But neither my dear can you.
Being ignored,
Was all I had ever known,
So you became my home,
While I weathered a mythical storm,
Leaving me forever forlorn.
So break me down slowly,
As you go,
Hold me softly,
To your soul,
I couldn’t be enough for you,
But neither my dear can you.
All the daggers you threw at me,
We’re meant for you too,
They cut right through,
Leaving you,
Bleeding black,
From an open wound.
So break me down slowly,
As you go,
Hold me softly,
To your soul,
I couldn’t be enough for you,
But neither my dear can you.
Abhor
Arrogance and ego, tit for tat
Let’s see right where the heart is at
Shame on me or shame on you
Do as I say and not as I do
Calling names, sticks and stones
Is it ever ok to crack some bones?
Wounding intentions are felt by all
Lip service enhance an imminent fall
The complex of a petty man
They’ll crush your will because they can
Three fingers point right back at thee
Silent assassins, you’ll always be
That painted box is getting weak
So many silently stand and speak
Pride is seen and felt once more
to a righteous rant I just abhor
5/2/2021
Robotic lines usurp those who don't cheat,
I write my own poetry!
Of the things we abhor
We should not add a whore.
You can one give a store
To build with a strength raw
And - Yes - urge to make core
A trade which cleans The Sore:
The world show A New Floor
On which no trash she'll pour:
New space, new floor, New Door...
Of the things whores abhor
They should eschew labor:
Commerce not think A Bore,
Idleness not harbour.
There aren’t many things I utterly abhor,
Seems a waste to concentrate on dross
I do cringe when I look at an unsightly sore.
Forced to spend time with a churlish boor
I will always consider an unfortunate loss,
There aren’t many things I utterly abhor.
Observing a child spoiled rotten to the core
Whose parents have not taught who’s boss
I do cringe when I look at an unsightly sore.
The expulsion in public of a gaseous vapor
Makes some folks grin, but makes me cross
There aren’t many things I utterly abhor.
I don’t really enjoy a movie I’ve seen before,
Seeing my shirt on which I’ve dropped sauce
I do cringe when I look at an unsightly sore.
Giving it thought, I could come up with more
Like running out of thread when I need to floss
There aren’t many things I utterly abhor,
I do cringe when I look at an unsightly sore.
Written October 22, 2022
Altho' 'tis something
any sane man would disdain,
should abstain from and abhor,
there are those I condemn
who choose
to cry, 'Mayhem!'
and let loose the dogs of war.
Meanwhile,
no need to think twice,
I prefer a 'purr',
to play nice and release,
tho' they may be old hat,
the pussy-cats of peace.
pert main-frame purrs proudly but ponders not, poor poet does the painful part
human poetry full of heart and warmth~ AI frigid and sterile
Artless tasteless full of lies, is why abhor poetry by AI.