Best Antagonized Poems
EQUATIONS
Equality’s balance
Quaking at fulcrum’s pain
Unequal forces
Antagonized by
Theoretic nonchalance,
Immune to the folly
Of reason’s
Nuanced
Serendipity.
3/9/2016
submitted to – EQUATIONS – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Anthony Slausen
Reheated road
Reheated road retired by moving pandemonium,
Altercating, bitching, clamoring and demanding
sluggishly set forward
Birds and flies dispersed towards different directions
Their infuriate cry overspread the moving commotion
Against the riot the power standing
highly fortified, uniformed with stars
Attentively antagonized, barricading with iron bars
behind the fuming
Uproar reached closer
and disagreement sparking
Bottles, stones, whatever touching hands took wings
High torn and overfilled emotions animated
in place of confirmation, coordination, and correlation
flushing water, smoky gas and rubber bullets
find way to reach a peaceful solution
tears, vain juice and screaming
flowed without win nobody
Road reheated seeking solution treatment!
Jayaratne Weerakkody
Oh! That anguishing moment! When I craved to cry,
And pour my tears, like monsoon rains, on some grass dry;
A bit away, hence, from the madding crowd, I went,
To soothe my grieving heart; give benevolent vent...
A hard hand hit my shoulder and commanding, said:
You're a man! Should not cry! Calm! Courage! Go ahead!
We, in our culture taunt, tease, torture girls, torment,
No shame? Showing off before strangers? You pretend!
Go! Wipe tears Apply talcum on your plastic face!
Lest those around judge you an empty broken vase!
Our girls, hence, tie pains like ghosts in their sari-knot,
Paint their faces with multi-color smiles, a lot.
Children! Gems! Never cry! If cry... Bad boys! Bad girls!
Satan is making home in you! His freedom whirls!
Why do angels crave things, like beggars full of greed?
Why, like dramatic artists - fussy tantrums breed?
God's watching like a hawk! Behave! Be virtuous!
Your movement should be angelic! Care! Courteous!
Yet, deaths, dangers, droughts, floods earthquakes for many years,
Have made us shed, like rain torrents, abundant tears;
All who gently hushed up feelings like shut memos,
Have melt into tears as though from lavas or snows;
Seeing harsh callous actions if we do not cry,
God's creating such rich tears has no purpose high.
Dogs cry. Horses cry. Birds, flies, and reptiles cry too,
Feelings, like dew-drops, fill and fall when we're in woe;
Sentiments secrete like wild streams within our hearts,
Full-fledged; flow like fluent falls; finely flits and flirts;
Stopping these, is, like building dams over rivers,
Wherein - water waves; caves; crashes; ripple-triggers...
Holding tears may be raw romantic! Dramatic!
Yet, its nature is to flow and fall full frantic.
Brain stressed; heartbeat skipped! Breath blocked! Body traumatized!
Muscles, nerves, and blood vessels stiff antagonized;
Nature has ways of venting pain and suffering,
Thwarting this is, just like her freedom plundering.
18 August 2021
This or That, Vol 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
"If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees." - Kahil Gibran
Listen to the wind; it has many sounds.
Does it roar, rush, gust, swoosh, hum, thump or wail?
It can whisper innocently or bay like hounds.
If you groan or whine, wind may mimic you,
moaning or muttering. It might even howl
like a wounded troop that is dying to pass through
or like a soul battered by words and deeds most foul.
Antagonized too much, a tempest wind can be -
swirling violently – almost incessantly.
Listen to it; wind can be much like you and me.
But just as we can hear the wind, can you believe
that maybe – just maybe – the wind has ears as well?
What if it knows US? What secrets might it tell?
Listen to the wind as it moves through grass and reed.
Does it carry secrets in each gentle breeze
as it breathes and rustles leaves upon the trees?
People like to say that Zephyr whispers.
How fitting it would be if secrets wind has heard
live always within nature – each and every word!
KITH
I have told you who l am numerous times. But you just took me for a regular creature, all of you have failed the test of recognition; I am not all human, yet it is just the human side of me catching up to my lost soul;
My Spirit has preceded me in space, time and perception.
My daughter left me because she was my Mother:
My Kith no longer recognizes me because my
thought patterns were antagonized by the misplacement of its pattern.
My Original Kith has fallen into the depths of the human experience.
This time I came to sort out those things that held us back -
Those things that prevented you from knowing me.
I am not yet with the universal creator; Nor am I yet with total God mind -
I am only privileged to be as an interpreter of what I've experienced.
Those foul and unclean thoughts and deeds that kept me defiled will serve to enlighten so that you do not have to experience them, I have been made pure and wise, now able to rise.
I have been exalted to the Mother-Dome.
I come seeking those who want to know my reason for being, to let them experience life through my eyes.
Realization of my extraordinary existence came during a bout with celibacy when a zephyr came through my window and seductively filled me with awesome bliss.
It was then I understood the magnitude of my sex appeal that somehow,
I had always rejected.
Wanted only to be loved for merely being born.
People trying to get inside of me or as close as they could get infringingly,
they wanted to be a power over me or sup from my body or somehow.
Impregnate me with their own will.
Though as an Eagle, or a Sphinx, Oft' times I must cluck,
for they certainly do not understand my language -
"I am not just by happenstance" –
"I have happened to you" !.
I ‘vied lived to pay my debt to you. Yet, if you do not make it … in this sphere
I will call to you, and you will arise from the cinders in stages.
All who experience me as their "Mother" will hear my call - And while the earth burns and the Water dwindles; As the oxygen becomes toxic; I cannot develop gills again …
Yet, instill, I’m here for you, and all who follow my mind leaps shall come with me to new heights, and a new beginning… I cannot keep clucking around on the ground, it’s time for conscious spirits to rise and soar while speaking the language of our kith.
i pray they dig deeper
than all red roses
or until the rain
has a newer scent
i pray this rain never feels the same again
i pray
and worry
and pray harder
but i am still antagonized
by the present
the past
the future
so they
dig for truth
wish one has been granted
He was untamed by human nature,
wild as a lion and fierce as a wolf.
Not carrying any instinct other than
intense cruelty,
he kept his brutality for safekeeping.
Like an undomesticated cat he roamed
the streets at night searching for what
seemed to be his prey.
Like a chameleon during the day he
seemed like a soul searching for
redemption,
but that was always his weak style.
He thought strength was found in
words spoken out of disrespect.
Antagonized women for pleasure
hoping he would find one to take
home without mercy.
Seeking something out of life
other than affection he made
connections with the only ones
in mankind that were savage and
fearless.
Violence was the only way he
knew how to interact with others
and the rage in his essence seemed
so sadistic he didn’t love even
if he could.
His youth was a sad one to say
the least.
Never was taught the difference
between righteousness and
wrong transgressions.
So he grew to be a man filled
with a temperament of disregard
for the safety of those around him.
One night feeling invincible he
strolled once again with too much
pride.
Encountered a woman from his past
that he treated with misconduct.
He was never found again.
Feral Contest
August 6, 2018
Time stopped.
Cynthia, frozen in glass shoes.
Time stopped
when she’d not accepted his proposal.
Prince Nicholas bided his time
to think. How could he persuade this lass
to wear his ring?
He looked over this fine partygoer.
She was having a ball,
so what happened?
Clues were all around.
Her fairy godmother, in stasis, hovered nearby.
Her gangly stepmother, with bulging eyes,
and two stepsisters - one in the shape of
a pumpkin, the other - catastrophically clumsy
was tripping over her own two feet, the wings
of her drink, hilariously hanging in air.
Clues all around.
His father, antagonized, annoyed, stern.
His mother, a little too sweet.
Clues all around.
Too simple, the music, a bore.
Too many wallflowers and simpleton-men
getting drunk.
Cyndi was ready to run. Every clock
in the kingdom, struck! It was midnight,
the moon, high and full, white and magical.
Ah… He walks around her, takes in her gown,
spun from the finest silk and lace. She’s full
of grace, personality and that smile
and flirtatious eyes, the bluest eyes he’s
ever seen.
Prince Nicholas, awoke only the godmother.
“Please, magical one, fix this disgrace.
Disband all this pretentiousness and lackluster.
Cheer this place so I can place
this ring upon this lass. She’s won
my heart. She’s the princess I’ve been after.”
That wand of hers, outside of time, filled the palace
with a mist. It filled each mind with happiness. Each
one filled with their happiest memories as if they
were happening. They woke up, as if from a dream,
smiling, laughing. All their senses keen.
Everyone was dancing. The colorful gowns twirling around
and impressive suitors courting with buoyant steps.
Midnight struck its halfway chorus, as the prince bent down
on knee and asked Cyndi to be
forever his. “I don’t know what I was thinking a moment ago,
Nicky, but yes…yes…yes. A thousand times yes!”
Did they live happily forever after? With a few kinks -
after all, life is not boring. And marriage must be
figured out with time. Occasionally-
at the midnight chime, Cyndi’s fairy godmother, would hold
the hands of the clock and lift everyone’s spirits.
The stepmother, her pumpkin and left-shoed children,
were carried away in a coach to Bumpkinland, far far
far far far away.
8/19/2022
To go, to run, to leave
I wish to go, to run, to be
Leaving where I am in misery
The place where all my memories bleed
Cold runs through my veins
Insane as I have been left in
The small place a town constant
Reminders of how much I spent
Time on those and things that were
Never meant for my future
A fate that was left to be destroyed
Mindset pushed antagonized annoyed
Leaving please a leaving to go
Where freedom is all I will know
On this day to leave is a must
Remembering the family I used to have of love
Loving those times not these currently
Praying and wishing I could leave
Without a care lost all dreams
Obscenely seeking what I wish
To leave to that destination
No where fast anywhere soon
A place where my heart may moon
Unite with day and succumb to night
I wish I could just leave and start a life
I can't stop thinking about you,
how you are and what you are up to?
Did you have eating something for the day?
Are you okay?
Then there was this question so deep in my mind,
it just can't get out, it's stop there,
it has build a house.
A house with four members
Do you still love me??
Do you miss me like I do?
Did you really care about me like I do?
Did you really mean it when you said that you love?
Tears rolling down my dark brown skin.
All the days I have been with you,
Did you really enjoy it or did you only use me?
Thinking about that part it really antagonized me a lot.
But deep down where nobody can see the pain, not even a doctor
can heal that pain.
Pain that only deep affection can understand it.
To be infatuated is beautify but it can also destroy yourself.
I ache for you
I yearn for the way you embrace me
The way you are giving me free education
The way you are moving your body when you are busy teaching me about life and the journey of it..
How to be myself around other people.
The fresh line that I must take.
But I guess we are not meant to be together.
Not even as friends.
Our bond is too strong.
But I wish you are the best in life.
You showed me life in a way that only LOVE can explain....
My Mind at Five
I was but five, I had a fear.
It was my mind, the dark was near!
I could not sleep, I rolled and tossed.
Could hear them creep, as they by me, passed!
I saw the trees move in the wind.
Their branches screamed, I saw them grin!
The moonlit lights showed me their glares,
That the window glass and the cupboards bared!
What could I do, they wanted in!
I ran to you, you tucked me in.
You explained to me, it was all in my head,
And that I had to sleep in my own safe bed!
So, this went on, every night till late.
I did hang on, but my eyes gave weight.
In the darkest night, with my eyes shut tight,
They antagonized me with my mind and sight.
Then came the day, I grew up in age.
But my mind at five, how it took center stage!
30 July 2018
cannot size up the personality by the lack of facial expressions
cannot size up the facial expressions from the context in which said
sizing up is taking place &
already the assumption is that the individual before you
is something of a mad sort---
someone conniving,
someone with another agenda altogether,
for the very act of being
removed from all which seems important to the
investigative public
seems insane.
beginning to feel entirely uncomfortable,
the frustrated, antagonized party gets up to excuse themselves,
hoping to be able to escape the present context so that
back to the watering hole, back to the wishing well,
something will appear which gives that false sense of hope
seemingly so sexy to the hopeless who lie to themselves
that it will all get better if they just think it will.