Best Bent Poems
We laughed at each and every thing.
You were my sovereign soul mate.
How could I know when I wore your ring
that you were the one would teach me hate?
So many days filled up with laughter.
Nights of unmistakable pleasure.
Then you hung me from the highest rafter.
Caused me pain too deep to measure.
I worked so hard to perfect and please.
Giving you everything I was made of.
In times of stress I'd bring you ease.
You flourished in unconditional love.
One night I came home late from work.
There was my telephone message blinking.
Turns out you're a heartless jerk.
You shattered me without twice thinking.
Those words still haunt me to this day.
"I simply can't go on pretending.
I need my freedom and right away".
How cruel the message you were sending.
Yet when I recovered from the shock
I picked up the pieces of my soul.
For years my heart was under lock.
But now I'm healed and once more whole.
I've heard that you never settled down.
That great love's never come your way.
Well karma reigns and you wear the crown.
That's really all I have to say!
for "Betrayal" contest sponsored by Frank H.
Categories:
bent, boyfriend, heartbroken, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
Though we hail Albert E.’s creativity
For his grand tour de force, relativity,
It remains a tough climb
To imagine space-time
With its axes not fixed but all pivoty.
Categories:
bent, funny, humorous, math, science,
Form:
Limerick
I fight
tempestuous winds,
earth ablaze in feverish sky,
leaning flesh into fury
stem bends
giving
the tempest an offering –
petal by petal
I lose
my phantom limbs
and mark trails with tears
wisps of fragility beautify
blue skies tinged
heave and hurl
fantasizing of
light
my lily-white peace
what doesn’t kill me
feeds my soul
pours from my pen
my past's fury -
storms bluster
between mire and soiled sky
a wildflower's spirit
bends fearless
Written 3/1/17
*75 words total
Categories:
bent, courage, emotions, storm, strength,
Form:
Free verse
I fight
a battle against tempestuous wind
fury the earth’s ablaze in feverish sky
and I survivor
search for home
through singed lenses
starved for one love
(little girl dreams never die)
I lean into hell's breath feel its fury
stems bend determined to give
the tempest an offering
petal by petal
golden flights of favor
I lose my phantom limbs
praise a fleeting feeling grief (sweet relief)
freedom unburdening
I mark my trails with tears
soldiers unfurl (I am one)
ready to charge
solid gold into
blazing, wind-beaten sky
wisps of fragility beautify hostile views
over my shoulder
golden crests of hope
unbreakable stems strengthen
blue skies tinged heave and hurl
a fantasy of
cotton white clouds in peaceful sleep
It’s all I see my armor
my lily-white peace
In battle a faceless enemy
exhumes victim’s scarred bodies
I stand unyielding ready to find hope in tears lost
I believe what doesn’t kill me
feeds my soul
pours from my pen
Fury visits from a long gone past
hateful words fuel resentment
until forgiveness flickers -
a soft light within catches fire
still, stormy nights deepen terror
sucks me back into
blusters of memory
between mire and soiled sky
A wildflower’s spirit bends
(victim no more)
upon an unbreakable stem
(never surrender)
Fearless one of many golden-crests
Survivors are we
Categories:
bent, abuse, courage, emotions, loss,
Form:
Free verse
In nature, being adroit and straight is rare,
It's curves and bends that fill the air.
See rivers that twist,
Trees bent to resist,
For strength lies in being bent, not straight.
Categories:
bent, beauty, introspection, nature,
Form:
Limerick
The bent finger curse…
So I used to visit this hot little chick,
With a momma nasty just a bit,
She shook her crooked finger bent,
Says “I’m the one who pays the rent,”
And banned I was indeed,
But passions flowed, and love the more,
A sneaking through her frontish door,
Just a man in need,
Like all the other weeds,
For sure,
This day the old girl coffee made,
she lectured me, and venom sprayed,
“You are never to darken my door,
You’ll see Trish, no never more,
Begone with utmost speed,”
Indeed!
So I said I’ll take your Trish away,
To live with me, perhaps she’ll stay,
The splash of coffee in me face,
It needed sugar, just a trace,
So I said “thank you darling” too,
Departing weed…
Don Johnson
true story
Categories:
bent, angst,
Form:
Verse
Let the paper blow in the breeze..
Maybe the words will move for a tease..
The end is the beginning for a new start..
And now the middle is the end not so smart..
Sentences that blur together for a rhyme..
Must put this to rest before I run out of time..
Let the message be told to those who hear..
Don't write when your tired or just had a beer..
Categories:
bent, funny
Form:
Rhyme
I feel terribly sorry for Rodger
He developed a kink in his todger
It looked such a sight
when bent to the right
that his poor wife ran off with the lodger!
Submitted to Any poem (not for contest)
Sponsored by Broken Wings
1st January 2016
Categories:
bent, body, for him, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
bent green leaf
holding large raindrops
instant glass
Russell Sivey
Categories:
bent, nature,
Form:
Haiku
The Day Baklava Bent the Fork
By: Moji Agha
April 15, 2010
On this taxing day on Earth,
I finally saw with my own physical eyes,
in one hilariously sweet moment,
the sticky triumph of baklava over the fork.
The formerly cocky fork,
his erect ego bent,
finally learned what it means to be hard, or not.
The triumphant baklava, however,
wondered if age on a lonely shelf
hardens even the sweetest of the sweet.
I wonder:
Whether she also wondered, what it means to be tough
on this warming taxing day,
on this dying blue goblet: my Mother Earth?
Is my mother's sweet heavily taxed heart finally hardening?
Has she taken the fork in the road
that ends in hard, rather than sweet?
Or alas, was it that the soft-hearted fork
had no choice but to cry bent tears
mourning the death of softness
of sweet hearts?
I hear the wind of "what is" cry:
For whose out-of-balance baklavas and forks do the bells toll, especially today?
Categories:
bent, bereavement, candy, conflict, earth,
Form:
Narrative
My speech ain’t elegantly refined,
my words don’t dress up none too properly
Simply cloth words with no aristocratic design,
just plain, unassuming ghetto vocalese
Though I’m very familiar with
the Queen’s English tutorial
I don’t engage much in heavy conversation
that’s Harvard professorial
My talk is Oxford bent,
I got a deep Detroit-Harlem accent
Me be the son of a slave,
my nappy sentences ain’t straight
Neither is my speech, I’m afraid
My English is bent, I know ...
don’t always put my vowels where dey need to go
Teach sez me grammar skills is graded low,
I speak phonetically pure Ebonics with an Afro glow
But when it comes to surviving the Establishment game,
I’m da best you better know
Sometimes I speak me English right,
and sometimes I don’t
Still, I know how to ghetto walk at night,
us black owls don’t easily fright
We say, who say dat when I say dat
We say, who is dat talking like a rat,
creeping like a cat
We don’t like front runners
who don’t got our back
You understand what I’m saying,
though my English be bent
I don’t have fancy letters like some of y’all,
but me message always get sent
Now you received this truth water
straight from the Beth-el well,
so drink it all down,
it’s crystal clear speaking as a ringing church bell
And if my speech sound liberty cracked,
that’s when ya know something’s out of whack
Bent ain’t always bad,
‘specially when ya ducking from a bullet attack
Verbal or otherwise ...
my ghetto Bentley got a high market price
Me keep da conversation clean on da inside,
ebony gleaming outward on the black hand side ...
Leaning bent in da back diamond life
is a beautiful soul scenic ride
Categories:
bent, culture, spoken word, truth,
Form:
Bio
I'm in fine form on this sunny afternoon
Feel like frolicking like a silly baboon
What's strange about that
Quite normal for this brat
Brought into this world with a bent silver spoon
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
bent, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
A tree bends over
not to smell the sweet grasses
but to pick up leaves.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Sept.17/2005
Just having fun with words.
Categories:
bent, imagery, inspiration, september, tree,
Form:
Haiku
she smiles
beyond bent limbs:
a wheelchair
Categories:
bent, body, nature, sorrow,
Form:
Haiku
moved around so fast
outran traces of my past
contacts I'd amassed
with little hesitation
lost sight of situation
not stabilizing
life without compromising
'til next uprising
left holding tight to what was
searching out the next just cause
tangled up in lies
slim prospects can agonize
tear through the disguise
certainly no going back
when all planning goes off-track
some beliefs abide
because of truths which they hide
past acts they've denied
everything and nothing count
souls each taxed by right amount
my own mother's faith
premise easy to forsake
seemed too profit based
afterlife but a cheap trick
fake carrot attached to stick
relativity
defines things differently
with more symmetry
increasing agility
throughout the totality
time a state of mind
often used to try to find
nature's true design
of a mass always the same
yet constantly rearranged
where do we reside
in universe vast and wide
peer out from inside
closer to edge than center
current knowledge can't render
dark skies filled with voids
the cosmologist enjoys
and black hole destroys
this universe more or less
is chock full of nothingness
science lights the way
to where we headed these days
bits, bytes, down runways
send voyages toward Oort cloud
seeing how heavens are plowed
ride the bleeding edge
with data mining we dredge
what Einstein alleged
learning even photons bend
in order to reach their end
Categories:
bent, change, perspective, religion, science,
Form:
Tanka