Best Annulled Poems
True to my nature to entertain
Annulled in my character to refrain
Treasured, a toss up to comprehend
Yesterday's version of me, my friend
Another day, maybe, the sky will clear
Never reminded I'm almost near
And so in the vision of all that's dear, I swiftly pick up the pace...
Kneeling on knees of cardboard paint
Alive in the version I feel to faint
Tasting the air in a cosmic dream
I know that these words, are not what they mean
Under the weight of impossible skies
Shouldering light, in the east - sunrise
Hardly a mirror to shadow catch
And so I am swift in a turn unmatched, as I miss my expression of face...
Cataclysmic in word and deed
And always a step past the possible need
Read like a novel without an end
Nailed by my countenance to defend
Ever determined to spring to naught
Yet in reflection, I've not been caught.
Categories:
annulled, introspection, life,
Form:
Acrostic
Do you have something meaningful
In your life that you believe in
Is there something that you worship
That fills you scared feelings
If there is not then what's the point of living
What's the point of really existing
Because a life with no meaning is no life at all
A life with out a belief in something
Is a life that may as well be annulled
I believe in beauty
I believe in love
I believe in consciousness
And creation so very much
I believe in nature
In spirit and in mankind
I believe all the species of this world are special
I believe in being kind
All these things give my life meaning
All of these beliefs are things that drive me on in life
I couldn't live a life with no meaning
I would be a empty vessel
Simply doing nothing except breathing.
Categories:
annulled, beauty, inspirational, life, light,
Form:
Narrative
Those winter blahs, they're with us again
They can drag us down without doubt
It makes us feel like cursing bloody murder
Can't take it, I just want to shout
After all these years I still can't stand winter
Indoors for at least six months
As the years fly by, it gets harder to endure
As a kid I enjoyed winter once
Not a complainer, enjoy life to the fullest
But I wish they could cancel winter
Might even try coercing those weather gods
As I let out an audible whimper
I'll continue to try to lead an exemplary life
If winter could just be canceled
Never to complain about the wind and the rain
As long as our winter is annulled
This obviously sounds a bit selfish of me
There's many enjoying the cold
Skiing and tobogganing and having a great time
I'm not cut from that outdoorsy mould
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
annulled, winter,
Form:
Narrative
life's journey over
wisdom of maturity
misleading visage
life's vessel aging
bodily functions failing
dignity stolen
life's journey annulled
reasons for living expired
death's release wanted
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
annulled, death, journey, life,
Form:
Haiku
The seasons inure us to loss
whether a vote of confidence
or no confidence
we are neither more nor less
in our hearts and souls. We are still
whole, history
forgets our story
but immortalizes us, nothing is annulled.
Today's board vote affects my livelihood
how and what I hunt and gather,
money, but not whether
I live or die. That's God's and luck's neighborhood.
I like capitalizing God
although I don't believe and can't imagine
an intelligence managing or wanting to manage
this interface of rock and flesh, fire and sod.
The Knowledge
tells us how to rebuild after an apocalypse,
not let the circle lapse,
outlast the holocaust. I have no vantage
from ridges I ascend
Cercocarpus, turbinella, dry and hot
places worry, planning, thought
stop. May they inure me to my end.
Categories:
annulled, fire, god, heart, history,
Form:
Verse
A couple of years later, at age 19, this farm girl married and, true to her Catholic
upbringing, began having children. She had four live births and four miscarriages over the course of less than seven years, long before the idea of “post-partum” depression was even a gleam of understanding in anyone’s mind. After the birth of her fourth child, a girl who would grow up to study environmental sciences and eventually draw the correlation between that first atomic explosion and her mother’s first episode of mental, emotional and physical distress, that infant had to be taken by her aunt and uncle to care for lest she perish from failure to thrive because by this time, mom was so deeply depressed, she was unable to care for her newborn.
In those days there was no such thing as mental health care, no understanding at all of how to nourish the brain or detox the body from the effects of poisons and radiation…for indeed these advances are only recently gaining traction and still only in the realm of “alternative health care”. With no understanding of her condition, or of what would even constitute appropriate care, her state of mind and body continued to deteriorate. After more than one suicidal episode and losing her children to foster care while she entered a treatment and rehabilitation facility, she was eventually diagnosed as paranoid schizophrenic and manic-depressive, giving her husband sufficient justification to divorce her and blame her parents for not telling him that she was mentally deficient before he married her. Even the Catholic Church agreed and granted an annulment of the marriage that produced his four live children and four miscarriages while he served in the Air Force and left her to care for his children while he was away for years at a time overseas on unaccompanied assignments. But nevertheless, the marriage was officially annulled so that he could marry again sanctioned by the Church and his Catholic bride could continue to take unholy communion in mass.
Categories:
annulled, history, motherchildren, care, marriage,
Form:
Narrative
Titbit scars to feed emotions crimson;
In Her gloomy heart by her wet season.
As Her solstice endorses a greasing red,
She revels off a goad instead...
To each bliss cusp she gladly deflowers,
I cavort rue to each rose's hour;
As fingertips writhe in snow-white flesh
the sate of Love's cappella caress...
My emotions ascend to a God with black wings,
And soon this soul taken from pentacle rings.
But first I am descending before Her throne,
Her chest still racks that abyssal stone!
Prurient crucifixion of an annulled witch hunt.
Nascent Shangri to Her mire c*nt.
Her emotions strong enough to splendour fires,
This libertine forges Her foreplay desires.
Taken of the pulpit by a tyrant crevasse,
Splay out on an Oratory's cerise glass.
As she leers like the silver Moon...
I sprawl to Her with greatest tempt,
Only for me to feel contempt!
I scream ''You are my salvator'' as,
Blood pours where my sanguinary blade caress...
Categories:
annulled, death, depression, emo, how
Form:
Personification
Woman of the Desert
Lexis of the wise squeezes into the zephyr just to be heard by those in the wildness
But rather it seems the woman of the land-her ears have been blocked by the acrimonious
And hardships of life and decided to pursue the wants and desires of the flesh
Using all her beauty, inwardly and outwardly in exchange for worldly gratifications
With her sexual energy transfer power-she has dragged the innocent into pungent shadows
Promising the innocent and naïve unconditional love-just to suck all their strength and wealthy, because Infamy and guilt are not in her dictionary
Any man that offers her present desires will be glorified
She is the Woman of the Desert
Be careful because her love is wrapped in her selfishness and deceptive vessel
Even if she speaks wise words; it is just the scheme to drive you to her trap
She is the woman without direction, she hounds the wind and its destination is annulled
Given equal rights, chances and clout with the head, she has abused the rights to her death
Please do not slam or judge her, her orientation was corrupted from birth,
Mother, Father or wife figure was not initiated to her in her early age, she create family without a father, being the head-her wealthy is her power and she can hire services of love
Treasure which was met for her soul mate-she has offer it to every stranger she meets
Dearest never mess-with the Woman of the Desert
Her womb is barren but she still produces offspring after her kind
Her Love dried years back but she still lives and draw men to her Lust
She has drunk from her Mother’s calabash prior to her age and eaten the apple of the garden
Now she has no fears just tears, it’s scary because her charisma has been lofty beyond her character
Her breast has been sucked by the beast and woe will be he that touches or tastes them
Soft skin, short skirt, spiritually sick and self-enslaved into sophisticated borrowed life
The birds of the air sings are her songs-and those of the sea drinks her poisoned waters
Her spouse left her for the beast, so she now walks and works in the shadow of evil
Be careful, be warned, be caution, do not fall into her trap
She is the Woman of the Desert
Categories:
annulled, lust, marriage, miracle, mirror,
Form:
Blank verse
Music dissolved all enmity,
Annulled natural chemistry,
All regardless of consortia,
Came to hear the jungle orchestra.
Maestro King Lion got all in tune,
Baboon was superb on the bassoon,
Four parrots made a splendid quartet,
Chimpanzee dazzling on clarinet.
Tiger gifted on piano keys,
Ivory’s ring in the warm night breeze,
Hyena on flute, as good as it comes,
Monkey kept rhythm on bongo drums.
Bonobos’ violins euphony,
Playing strings so beautifully,
Bush Baby played harp con amore,
Mandrill on bass like never before.
Leopard was genius on the trumpet,
Sounding superb and jubilant,
Hippo virtuosic on oboe,
Gorilla’s trombone magnifico.
Music’s power can calm savage breast,
Myth or not, ‘tis what the poet said,
Oh, that it could put all strife at rest,
Bringing blessed peace on earth instead.
Categories:
annulled, animal, fun, hope, hyperbole,
Form:
Rhyme
This morass of a quagmire beleagured unfaithful
bestowment of gifts so easily annulled,
confined spaces of opinionated biased
blown out of proportion like bubbles of miasma...
Wedge issues continue to split like firewood
high temperature attitudes inducing the mood,
court jesters and sophisticated jugglers
cutting deep for the main artery jugular...
Inflamming the masses like tall wild grasses
only to burn'em as out of control asses,
most oblivious to this energized force
unwary of a different divorce...
Frolicking in the brain they splash
symbols of past and present clash,
like goods sold by a haberdash
a faux pas in configurating mismatched...
Claylike plasticity atop the stem
formed and reformed into spatial folds
symbolic reason sewn like a tailors hem
either a vaulted treasure or slavish hold...
The plastic nature of social polytics
the elastic nature of mobs in conflict
heat formed bubbles eventually burst
forcefully accepting the better or the worst...
But...just like any,wildfire out of control,
there is one thing,that can be beautifully extolled,
the purpose of the fire,is to burn the overgrowth
so new life may spring,continuing Nature's oath...
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what is dimension ?
dime ; 10th...diapenta or two 5s...5 down / 5 up
-n ; unspecified quantity
sion ; combining form
dimension...unspecified quantity of a combining form to the 10th power...magnitude
what is time.....but the regulation of space.....order
what is space...but structure and form,or the lack thereof...chaos
Mechanical sciences imitate forces of nature
as the genuis of art intimates it's stature,
attributes of diverse quantity of subject,
converging mutifaceted quality of object...
Time and space is only relative to change
dimension proportionately regulated
compounded are energies exchanged
until the true beauty can become actuated...
Categories:
annulled, people, politicalnature, nature,
Form:
Free verse
I was a soul born in chaos
my beginnings and consciousness infinitesimal
I have been blasted by forces
outside of my own natures call
and yet I can see the raw beginning
of a mind fluid
with the elements of the cosmos
this "life" has been an experience of
implosions , explosions , explorations
bombardment , impartment , eruption
corruption , inattention , and deliberations
my consciousness is aware of it's implications
my judgments categorize the experiences
such as a minute star is transformed
by the particles and forces
to which it is subjected
So too are we
but cosmological law
is annulled in it's full power
when in contact with chaos
I am fully cognizant of both
moral and cosmological law
I can jump off a cliff
or commit violence upon humans
I can actually pervert
the substance of cosmos where I reside
instead of planting , growing , harmonizing
refining my alignment with nature
I can poison , deform and subject
every participation to destruction
and as long as mankind's children
continue in the predator mentality
of their six thousand year experiments
of every violation of that which they should love
I am in total agreement with nature
that which is destructive to growth
needs removal , only with mankind
removal is "replacement" of ideology
a transformation of perspective and viewpoints
where the mind finds it desirable
to increase the beauty of LIFE
and not to poison it's fluid
the superlative and majestic cosmos
that our tinkering seeks to dissect
manipulate , rearrange it's manifestations
and in reflection this one thought
is of itself an infinitesimal insignificance
when standing before the face of LIFE
but it is my thought , my mind and
created by the most intensive force that
exists among mankind , LOVE of LIFE
HOPE in LIFE , and the seeking of every
manifestation of it's Glory
no man has seen God
but we at great length consider
all that we may perceive that to be ...
COPYRIGHT © 2015
C Michael Miller
PoetryofProvidence
Categories:
annulled, christian, creation, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
O-n this day in history, electorate gave the
mandate.
L-ords of that time annulled an election,
an unfair decision to the citizenry, a
decision without a reason.
A-nnulment it was, that was the worst
J-uggernauts!, were they? who were?
I-ntention in doing that was in fact
opposed
D reams were shattered, some were
battered, alas, others passed on
E-mphasis on the struggle for
Democracy is paramount, and one can
not overemphasise the importance.
O-verjoyed, to hear the announcement
R emembrance at last, honours deserved
I-n my time, some critics of politics are
alarmed by the honours: honours long
overdue
A-ccolades: finally given, accolades
deserved
M-artyr: A Martyr is reborn
I-s Mediocrity in our Democracy over and
can we empower Democracy to
overpower Mediocrity and sustain
Democracy.?
S-olidarity is forever, our rights, our lives
E-mbrace our dreams, we breathe
Happy
Democracy
Day
Olajide
Oribamise
June
12
2018
Categories:
annulled, june, leadership, life, poems,
Form:
Acrostic
As we hurry Into the Taxi park
The taxi earlier than us is under attack
As I perceive sound and voices
None is busy around and noises
The life that you will drive
Establishes the always providence you will derive
Worthless is life and annulled
Seems all annoyed
Associates in advance your travel
Teach you not only to marvel
But to scrutinize the symptom
And attest you've been to the classroom
Categories:
annulled, celebration, desire, drink, money,
Form:
Ballad
As we hurry Into the Taxi park
The taxi earlier than us is under attack
As I perceive sound and voices
None is busy around and noises
The life that you will drive
Establishes the always providence you will derive
Worthless is life and annulled
Seems all annoyed
Associates in advance your travel
Teach you not only to marvel
But to scrutinize the symptom
And attest you've been to the classroom
Categories:
annulled, education, growing up, poetry,
Form:
Ballad
Another poem that I wrote alone,
Another one that blossomed from woe.
Will this be the last poem I'll writ?
The gift from the Goddess thrown in a pit?
Have I deicided the Moon's tallow dreams;
A divulged matricide to noose bind gleams.
Why is it suicide I clearly heed,
Carpe Diem, Alas I bleed.
Mother Moon have I annulled you,
or do You feel each mourning too?
One were You weren't pulled to plunder,
And vulgar glooms ain't our thunder...
Our flagrent gospel played on the violin,
Like my veins we cut the strings!
Maybe it was only more attention I required?
Ply it with the girl I vast desired...
Now frisson will our final chords,
Through the bleeding of silver swords.
The Moon hung severed and bloated high.
Hope outlast... By my inevitable nigh...
I wanted love, even if it would be paper thin,
So it wasn't only the blade to swim within!
there's no time to be afraid of fear;
'Cause I'll be hung like graveyard tears...
Death my Dark Messiah!
Categories:
annulled, death, depression, emo, suicide,
Form:
Rhyme