Best Bittered Poems
Me father was a collier, worked Harton off the coast
Though he rattled from the coal dust he was whiter than a ghost
But the one thing that reviled him in his God-forsaken post
Was the torment of the pit ponies who he'd love and trust the most.
Shetlands worked the low seams, Gallers the big pit
And they toiled in dust and danger in the darkness and the grit
Blinkered up between the limbers, heaving coal, tubs full of it
Were the brave young beasts of burden, all a-frothing at the bit.
And Blackie was a strong 'un, he'd been down since '34
But he earned the lads good bonus so they worked him more and more
Till the weight buckled his legs and he stumbled to the floor
And he just laid there a-panting, all a-choking in his craw.
Ah me Da would bring them sugar and share with them his bait,
Now his mind was torn with fury and his heart was filled with hate
So raging black with anger he made the butchers wait
And he vowed he'd take the pony back up with him in the crate
Then Da's no longer digging, they locked him up you see,
For misappropriating mineowners property,
But you cannot cage a conscience, he'd set the brave one free,
From the bittered, blackened hellhole that had been his slavery..
Now Blackie's in the meadow with horses by his side
When the miners bring their children down he takes them for a ride
And he passes by the pithead and the place he nearly died
And he brays a silent prayer for the others still inside
For the broken, bloodied ponies and the tears yet to be cried
There's torment in them ponies down the mine, Hear me well, lad
There's torment in them ponies down the mine, Hear me well, lad
There's torment in them ponies down the mine.
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When life dominated and things turned wrong,
Conditions bittered and when life pinched,
When I was hit hard by far gone situations,
And conspiracies tumbled down my life,
When life pierced with all its might,
When the loved ones neglected,
When future looked uncertain and dark,
When everything appeared meaningless,
And there was no way out.
When no one, not even a friend could help,
When confusion over powered
And I broke down in tears,
Then my dear Robin! You interfered,
While earlier you remained by side,
Well equipped, then you hopped,
To wrap me in your lovely smile,
To swaddle me with your pacifying remark-
“I am there my dear, so raise your head high.”
Neither you show-off, nor you pretend,
Just be yourself and no need to lie,
Don’t worry about them and
Let the wrongdoers cry.”
When at last it came to think of the Robin Hood of my life,
No one but Di, you came to my mind........
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Date: 29/01/2016
For A twisted poem about Robin Hood - Poetry Contest
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Di: (didi) elder sister
"MY SONG OF SORROW"part 1'
I sing to you my song of sorrow
A song from my bittered-heart
To call your consent to solemn-meeting
Tears rolled down my face
Like when the sky is profusely-cryin g
I wailed till my very physical-eyes saw nothing
It was so great that I bathe inmy tears
Its just for you,
-You the children of end time!
In thy presence faith and church are dying
And the kingdom race is less-running
Those who stand among you to run are falling
-and those who hath fallen are dying
The more the heaven is getting near
The less you're striving to enter
O children of end time!
You seek after girl-friend & boy-friend
-till you're completely lost in lust
You clothe thyself with the garment of wickedness
You bring thy arrogance-shoul ders-up against your parents
I wailed for you,
-Only God knows if I would stop wailing
Your hair-style is like the hair of a goat
-when he arose in his anger
You kill the cities with the slangs of thy mouths
The slangs like ancient-incanta tions
All in the name of "swagger"
I blow for you now the flute of salvation
Because days, months and years are like an uprooted-flower
When sun-set, it withers
Repent now before you sleepbeneath the sand
Every drop won't be enough
to bribe a heart that feels so much.
With every well dried to the bone
I forget your face and can't find home.
You warm my blood you'd be my crutch
Just take her place with care or such.
Like rubbing salt into a wound
I pour the fire from its tomb.
and now my chances just seem slim
As she watched this curse suck me right in
Your weightless lips pressed to my head.
pushed me closer to my edge.
You filled me up then drank me down.
Half full of hope for a second round.
Unscrew the skull to find your prize
Then squeeze my neck and hang me dry.
Confide your troubles in me my friend.
These walls will never speak again.
A sweetheart bittered by your taste.
Its all your fault but i won't waste.
You're loyalty to a trusted friend
who drags you to the rivers edge
then binds the boulder around your feet
and watches as you sink beneath.
To breathe your oath of self destruction
the light is bent, your in too deep.
So wield the sword you left behind
and cut the shackles, restraints, and binds.
To reach the surface and find your breath
this is not the way one should find death.
Drop the glass, for hell it sent
Or you'll drown in all that will ferment.
Soothe the fire on your tongue
or forever will your soul be numb.
Soothing are the notes you hear
when desperation's drawing near.
So strum a chord, or hum a tune
for music is what humbles you.
A racing mess, concealed in glass,
Impulsive thoughts on which we crash.
Intoxicate me, as sorrow drowns
You'll kneel before the melting crown.
That exploits your truth, feeling content
then chews your trust without consent.
Repulsive, wholesome, honest actions
multiplied by numerous factors.
Speaking without consideration
the vulnerable target for humiliation.
The symptoms sounding too cliche
ounce for ounce, it seems risque
but I accept your challenge, yet another day.
The road to freedom, faint and blurred
you ask for help, but your words are slurred.
I won't let you fool me friend.
I've fooled myself time and again.
No need to let her see me so.
Without you i would never know
what's its like to want or envy
you'll ruin all life puts before me.
I bid goodnight to an empty shelf
tomorrow anew, bring me my hell.
O’ good woman (3)
Where’s your head gone (4)
Rolling around in other men’s beds, huh? (7)
Look what I found (4)
Your baggage unbound (3)
Should I refold the linen wraps on the ground? (9)
Appease your lease (3)
Good woman, good grief (4)
Where did I go wrong? (5)
Your skin is weathered (4)
Browning and drowned (3)
Isn’t the floor quite cold down there? (7)
Forget me not (3)
Your mother’s wise whispers (4)
Surely she has prepared a house for you here? (9)
You are almost grown (4)
Full of bones (3)
Might your feet fall near? (5)
Fatherless and shy (3)
Teeth bittered and loose (4)
Tell me, does he listen to you? (7)
Don’t untie Yesterday’s shoes (4)
Let her walk (3)
If you ran bare wouldn’t they sit and stare? (9)
Bawdied and wet (3)
Chugging canines underneath us (4)
Are we lost in roots? (5)
Let us play there (4)
Before they barter (3)
For without tufts where can we sail? (7)
Lest we call (3)
Upon the one exalted (4)
Do you sleep with my prayers in your window? (9)
Perhaps on the streets (4)
Where you dream (3)
Which one hooded her hair? (5)
The once looming grey and desolate storm, now sails to the present,
Overhead it silently suspends it's brewing opression on our scene,
The barren landscape of the moors rolls away into eternity,
Dressed in it's rugged and timeless mourning,
The rarest tree that once grew fertile there now stands alone,
Tall and lifeless, it's wilted stoop, in memory of itself,
Ghosts are carried in the wind to the places they roamed,
At the trunk of the trees they stand, replaying memories,
Widow's fingers trace engraved initals in the ancient bark,
But the heart was scored there in the youth of the tree,
In the youth of her soul when she stood shaded by it's leaves,
The tree had since stood, as ages passed, a tomb of love,
Become twisted by the wind that had once been a friend,
It's stature had bittered, distorted in all her pain,
And had torn apart the heart inscribed in it's chest,
Broken and cracked bole tears the sentiment apart
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On bated wings of illusion,
and deceiving words of
conclusion,
the storms rage on within her
and the rain streams down her
face.
Into her hands, a memory,
of what she thought could
never be,
shell fondle it until its cold,
and seek the warmth within.
Hold her head up towards the
sky,
she screams at the heavens, a
whispered sigh,
wondering who'll she have to
be,
to be herself.
Her love's not for the broken
hearted,
her endless story hasn't even
started.
She laughs so hard, she starts
to cry,
"Oh God," she screams,"please
let me die!"
She walks away in a bittered
rage,
the book is closed, she turns
the page,
jaded eyes that hate the soul,
who made her what she is.
Kissing the flames, she turns
away,
she drops down on her knees to
pray,
crawling to the edge, she looks
below,
she never knew how hard it
was, to let go.
Minutes crawl by,
she starts to cry,
"Oh God," she whispers, "I've
already died..."
she starts to burn and quiver
inside,
the storm still rages on...
She whispers a smile to passers
by,
but never again will she catch
their eye,
she tells you which dream to
meet her in,
but she's never there.
Chilled the January air
shaken and stirred by suffused zephyr winds
shimmering icy foam gurgled frigid in the froth
singing, swirling, whining tempest
lathered howling squeals thru the trees;
naked skeletons undressed by winter fall
gasping breaths guttural involuntary convulsions
tempestuous tease in tornadic twinning gales
breathless mistrals meandering the trades
slipping and sliding along the fluid swells
agitated gesticulated waves palpitating
screech screams, squealing squawking shrieks
raw bittered bites breaching lung and sinew
merciless rigor of glacial numbing
the piercing northeaster yowls
ascending surge of winter awakening rise.
he only once
saw his father
cry
on edge
in an easy chair
put mussed head in calloused hands
quaking
broke
a wooden rule
by luck
shouted bad black mad
and he bittered
That - I would go with thee, behind some wall
of clear, peaked reasoning, some know it all,
and there, evade my own contention's stall -
Within thy grace and arms, insider's maul
of secrecy - thy besting, thy appall
would grieve me not, as since to thee have poll,
of longing's bittered not, fore'er thy call!
And thee, inspired needing, would not fall
to bitterness, behind some through install
that ventured not, but clung to else of gall.
Would pull thee forward, as my own heart not show
some pulling mattered more, than love to know.
I love thee - as behind thy truth am slow
to change thy fate, but ever seeking grow.
That changing rate of thy esteem, its glow,
an ever chancing mate, a teaming row.
And silence, in its answer, is the stow -
Behind some wall, I love thee - to love so!
She answered without hesitation...
Her pride is beneath her feet....
She humble herself and conquered her fears...
Her scar makes her strong..
The wicked soul of a man is her ringtone...
A long night forgotten..
The unfulfilled promises with unbearable pains..
Betrayal makes her hate the other gender..
Her heart is shattered she is now tattered without a wrapper her naked body in anguished...
Her breast dangled her weist wiggle..
She loosen herself for her lover and now she is battered her heart is scattered with bittered remembered.. She curses the moment which she moan in pleasure and closed her eyes in honour..
She lament!!
Her pieces is beyond repair..
Years gone by, she searches for a repairer but found many damagers pushing so hard to taste the tasteless forbidding..
I heard from a friend today that you left town, the news shook me like an
earthquake hitting ground. I was left at mind with all the years, that you and I
have shared our tears. I sat and wept on that cold wooden floor, I thought that our
bond was instantly no more. I heard our song playing in my head, it's words
were suddenly understood. It's word it's meaning, what they were saying was
how I felt. " Though it's been awhile now I still feel so much pain, like the knife
that cuts you the wound heals but the scar that scar remains." A constant
aching, burning me inside. I miss the friend in him I would confide. He sheltered
me from the pain I felt inside. In his skin was always were I'd hide. This boy that I
love, has been hurt so much that it is realized why were so in touch. He lost the
one person he's always loved, and bittered by the cold stiff gun which took a life
from him in which he'd give his own.This boy feels all alone. Now his world is
ripped at the seams, because of a man with evil means. This man has sent his
mom to such bad health. He's ripped from the world he knows and now settled
on unfamiliar territory. Carrying the anger, the pain, the fear, he only wishes his
grandpa was here. I wish to the stars many nights that they take away all that's
gone wrong, and just stop and play his song. Though we are apart, I can still
reach you heart to heart, because
I Still Love You..................
He is hallowed, humble, intelligent, smart and loyal..
Dark skin tall handsome and vocal with vitality rigour and vim to conquer.. He is enthusiastic articulated and ambitious
His father died in the 90s his pretty old sick mother is his prayers.
Luck smile not!!
They strive to make a living
Hardships punches them so hard that they lament..
Poverty sting like a scorpion bite with a venomous intense
Life's tumble doesn't give the young man the opportunities to explore..
Mother's cry
Tears dropped
Success seems impossible
Unbearable pains insipid
He wish to die and be rememberd not.. He cursed his birth and ask God questions..
He exclaimed!!
Financial stability is a priority for all, money give peace and poverty brings agony..
Several years gone by illegal opportunities down the line he refuses the offers He believed in Messiah who saved the dying race, scriptures is his dailybread..
He called God severally his face dimmed his voice inaudible
People criticize!
People laughed at his struggles
His lineage believed to be poor
Lack cursed their DNA
People cast down his name and term him unyieldly..
Now!!!!
God blesses his coast with superfluous financies
His endless struggle is chained
Poverty cleanse
Wealth acquired
His mother's rejoice
Relatives ashamed
Enemies bittered
God delayed but he answered
Trust in his process.
IT'S ME, THE LOST ONE
Always wonder, i'm never bothered
Lost in thoughts but found in love
Bittered and shattered yet not broken
Pierced and perforated yet whole
Am I still myself or another? I ask
Am I whole or sole? I wonder
It's me, the lost one
It's me, the confused
I break when I think, yet I reason
I need myself to help me
An urgent plea for rescue
from lost moments and dead state.
I've been held captive by my thoughts
and rescued by my inactions
It's me, the lost one
It's me, the confused
I got lost when I found myself
Maybe I shouldn't try
Since every attempt failed
and all efforts wasted.
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I wish I could shut his atrocious bittered mouth,
To put a stopcock and no more venomous words come out;
This vile person who act falsely appearing to be decent,
While sticking knives at the back pretending to be devout.
I wish she looked closely into her tormented conscience,
Where it lies hidden entwined by the decay of her soul;
She kisses you on the cheeks and shows compassion,
All the while, her vile tongue manipulates and cajole.
Like these two despicable people, there are many.
They are the scum of the earth in which they habitat;
They give you a friendly hand, and they take an arm
Then they walk all over you like a doormat.
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