Best Block Out Poems
He has no
longer his own will
Caught in the lion's caves
dark gray clouds closes sunlight
He wants but can not
nothing to lose,
is he a loser?
Thoughts about life
worthless
The past, no roses without thorns
A zero
Tomorrow will come
He sits on a bench in the park
cold and dirty
a half-full bottle of spirits
This is his life
a day without sunshine
He hears the lions roaring
trying to block out the sound
19.05.2013
A-L Andresen :)
Categories:
block out, life, sad,
Form:
Verse
Three keys of life...faith, hope, and love...
unlock the joys you're worthy of.
Nothing in life remains the same,
yet changes have their time of strain.
Before a butterfly takes flight,
it must endure a darker light.
How many winters must there be
before the twig's a fruitful tree?
So turn the key of FAITH for you...
set free belief that sees you through.
Do not let yesterday block out
today's new tasks which you're about.
Help butterflies leave their cocoons,
with life renewed, spread wings out soon.
Help ripen too, the needed fruits
which grow from common, faithful roots.
So turn the key of HOPE for you...
set free the sun to shine anew.
As brothers, sisters, we are one
big family beneath our sun.
All butterflies are pretty things
regardless of their varied wings.
As trees bear fruits both tart and sweet,
they all are welcomed as a treat.
So turn the key of LOVE for you...
set free acceptance, deep and true.
Unlock the joys you're worthy of...
three keys of life...faith, hope, and love.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Your Personel Perfect Poem Pick
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Marathon Mile #27
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 03/30/2019
~1st Place~
Contest: The Creative Collective Anthology Series
Sponsor: Geraldine Taylor
Judged: 06/23/2017
~2nd Place~
Contest: Three Keys
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 07/20/2016
Categories:
block out, faith, hope, love,
Form:
Couplet
I'm so tired, I just want to sleep.
It's the same bull**** everyday.
Now that God can't save me,
I feel like making a deal with the devil.
He could breed using my collection of sins.
But aren't we all sinners?
I've never understood why people are afraid of me,
because I'm different - but I'm the same as you.
I myself am strange and unusual,
but my mother would disagree,
reminding me everything has beauty,
but not everybody sees it.
I beg to differ as there is no elegance in evil.
Whilst my beloved says;
"Hide your eyes darling, people can see your soul through them."
to which I reply;
"Souls are wild creatures that's why our ribs are cages."
But, I know bullets can pierce them,
I'm not bulletproof,
So why does life keep firing them?
Even she doesn't understand.
Normal is an illusion.
What's normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.
So, who are they to judge me?
My shoes know no other feet.
F*** my life, right?
It's getting dark in this little heart of mine.
F*** the stars, which bring no joy,
so I curse the night. Extinguish the sun,
it doesn't make me smile,
so I close all the blinds to block out the light,
as my whole life is a darkroom of
forgotten images, because I don't want to
dance with shadows waltzing far behind.
What is life but a masquerade of artificial existence.
Why should I fear the dark when masks
people wear in the sun are much more terrifying?
Maybe that is why I never trust the living,
but I know the Devil couldn't handle me,
even with instructions.
I no longer search for celestial intervention.
If chaos is a work of art
then my mind is a masterpiece.
Categories:
block out, allusion, anger, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
It's difficult, but please try to understand,
my behaviour is something I cannot command.
At first I'll be serene like a sweet daydream,
but then unstable and intensely extreme.
Enter at your own risk, but be aware,
loving me can turn into a nightmare.
I'm like a grenade, don't pull my trigger,
I'll explode your mind with raging rigor.
My infatuation is like poetic idealisation,
but feeling unloved leads to devaluation.
The first hint of believing you're quitting,
will result in my psyche automatically splitting.
When I begin to feel like I'm not good enough,
I'll try to push you away and call your bluff.
You may label my actions as pathetic dumbness,
but this is me feeling empty with numbness,
so I make no apologies for the ghosting silence,
when my demons set restrictions like sly tyrants.
I try to block out regular paranoid suspicions,
so don't think I'm petty when setting conditions,
but with abandonment issues, I struggle to trust.
Please be sensitive as being patient is a must.
Be warned, my moods are regularly inconsistent.
My double standards may make you feel distant.
I need constant reassurance that you are only mine,
because insecurities make my sanity decline.
I don't want you to suffer like lovers who came before.
When I want to leave, don't let me run out of the door.
I just want to be loved with all my flaws accepted,
instead of being rejected, lonely and neglected.
Treat me gently and my self doubt will settle,
love me sincerely and I'll bloom like a precious petal.
Silent One
28 September 2021
Categories:
block out, mental illness, relationship,
Form:
Rhyme
He was asleep on his stomach.
His snoring could wake the dead.
She glared at his sleeping back
wanting to push him out of bed.
She covered her ears with a pillow
trying to block out the sound.
An evil thought ran though her head,
"There were no witnesses around".
She crept out to the kitchen
She could have stomped ... he wouldn't hear.
With the largest butcher knife
she returned to her husband dear..
Right between his shoulder blades,
one thrust ... he snored no more.
She gathered the blankets around him
to keep the blood off the white shag floor.
Then the snoring started again.
She let out a startled scream
and sat bolt upright in her bed.
It had all been just a dream.
He was asleep on his stomach.
His snoring could wake the dead.
She stared at his sleeping back
and wanted to punch him in the head.
10/07/2012
Categories:
block out, funny, husband,
Form:
Rhyme
United Colours: Green
Sponsor: Silent One
Escape with me into tranquility, my sweet,
relax with me inside your vitality and growth.
Lead me into your emerald world,
full of balance and harmony.
Of all the seas I've sailed, your chartreuse
island seems to be the most romantic destination.
The seaweed may create difficult tides,
but our perseverance out shines resistance.
For my yellow has mixed with your blue,
and our love created natural green,
full of prosperity and abundance.
Our wall built from olive branches,
proceeds to block out anything
that would get in the way of our wealth.
Our four leaf shamrock, I hold in my
locket, wearing it while I travel this
journey with you. Heal me with your moss,
a stable piece of nature laid out for our fertility.
Oh, lift me to the top of our snow capped pine trees.
All things green...has saved our souls...
Different Shades of Green:
1. Emerald 2. Chartreuse 3. Seaweed 4. Olive 5. Shamrock 6. Moss
7. Fertility 8. Pine
Date Written: March 1, 2016
Categories:
block out, color, green, love, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Let's sit together and talk like we used to. . .
when we were young; your voice was like a bass drum-
pumping through my brain. You were a white noise to
block out the rest of the world.
I can never remember what we talked about but
I remember the silence when we expelled all our stories and fears.
Closer, you came, and I heard the sound of locusts flying-
their beating wings, drowning out my vision.
I was senseless and clung to you, stable and strong.
There was a deep rent in your soul- I saw it one day.
And for a moment, I fell in love with you. I felt strong
where you were weak.
I wanted desperately to be the one. Am I beautiful
enough? to fill the void, the gap, the space?
When you look at me: you see my shell,
pretty and useless, with soft hands, soft lips.
You never did find out if I was beautiful. We stopped
talking long before it ever came up. And I-
never healed the part of you I loved the most.
Where do we go from here?
Categories:
block out, caregiving, growth, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse
He told them another parable: “The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field. Though it is the smallest of all seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds come and perch in its branches.”
Matthew 13:31?-?32 NIV
From the beginning this small mustard seed
Looks foolish to all other seeds
They are puffed up in own soil
For they seek to grow on their own
Not planning on water to flourish
In the need to start a sprout
Just to be left dead from drought
Some that get a splash of water
Will start to sprout but then
The rocks block out the light
But this small mustard seed the farmer
Tills up this land to start afresh
Places in the best soil
That is fed by a living fountain
The seed sprouts up seeking
The leaves are being pulled towards the light
Receiving strength within to grow upwards
The farmer watches and knows it's need
To remove any weeds which try and hinder
All the hard work the farmer has done
That this seed might reach its height
To grow above all the plants
Into a living tree which has overcome
All the obstacles which seek to destroy.
This within strength is here to stay
To allow this farmer which tilled the soil
To receive all glory from His hard work
For without Him it would have died
This seed is the spirit and word of God
That we might see we are dead
Without His spirit to resurrect life unto one
It starts off small for one to take notice of change
But one must stick with the spirit
Which placed this life within
God knows our hearts and minds
more will be revealed the more one seeks
The more one dies to this world
The more one will grow above the weeds
But someone will ask, “How are the dead raised? With what kind of body will they come?” How foolish! What you sow does not come to life unless it dies. When you sow, you do not plant the body that will be, but just a seed, perhaps of wheat or of something else. But God gives it a body as he has determined, and to each kind of seed he gives its own body.
1 Corinthians 15:35?-?38 NIV
Categories:
block out, fate,
Form:
Free verse
A friend is like a radio receiver:
fine-tuned to your heart's frequency;
able to decipher its garbled broadcasts,
redacted by embracement, and encrypted by fear.
Ignoring the ubiquitous white noise:
friends, instinctively block out the interference
that prevents others from receiving the
the subtle messages your heart is sending.
Communication is the key to understanding:
understanding and empathy are the keys to friendship.
Categories:
block out, 12th grade, best friend,
Form:
Free verse
The Last Thing I Need
They all promised plenty
none ever came through
I was forced to move on
from the lies and abuse
I can't sit and long
for what I don't have
Those feelings of want
could drive me quite mad
So deep and unsettling
to wallow in sorrow
It strips away hope
for today and tomorrow
They say loneliness kills
and this may be true
But living without hope
Can do the same thing too
Dark negative thoughts
can ruin your dreams
Deep in your heart
you feel the screams
All bloody and ragged
they tear at your soul
It can make you believe
you will never feel whole
When deep loneliness
starts gripping at me
I cut myself off
from society
Though it may seem
the wrong thing I know
You can't see me like this
my pain, it will show
It's only people, you see
that created the pain
and brought to my life
the wrong kind of rain
I don't have it in me
to tear downs these walls
I carefully keep built
to block out the falls
If I don't let you in
my heart you can't break
the LAST thing I need
is another heart ache.
(NO, not crying in my beer, lol - just letting the words flow)
Categories:
block out, heartbreak, loneliness, pain, people,
Form:
Free verse
He, the Master of all living beings,
wonders why he’s been shut out.
It is the free will He gave us at birth
that allows us to block out His intentions.
Jesus came to Earth as a Savior,
born in a manger’s tiny crib.
It’s His birth we celebrate on Christmas Day,
but the meaning of this holiday is hidden
by plastic trees with glittering lights,
designed to make each heart feel bright.
But it doesn’t work, does it?
The gifts, the stress, the obligations
come around each year in December.
When we take Christ out of Christmas,
we stow Jesus away in a forgotten box
*Entry for Curtis’s contest
Categories:
block out, faith, holiday,
Form:
Free verse
focus
on your breathing
block out all background noise
and distracting thoughts from your mind
and let the world around you disappear.
enter the realm of mindfulness;
be absolutely still
silence is the key...
focus
Date written: 04/24/2022
Categories:
block out, encouraging, peace, spiritual,
Form:
Rictameter
You and I
Suicide
Never knowing what it means
To bleed
Never touching the dreams
You need
Just bleed
Thoughts glimpse inside
Glimpse inside the mind
They say you’re nothing
Hide your worth
They say you’re nothing
Dead from birth
We all want to be
Want to be
What they want us to be
We all wanna see
Wanna see the light
Open up your eyes
See inside the light
This is our story
Give God the glory
Down the medication
Take it all in
Put another line inside the wrist
Maybe it’ll block out the fist
What does this life even mean
What is a happy dream
We all want to be
Want to be
What they want us to be
We all wanna see
Wanna see the light
Open up your eyes
See inside the light
This is our story
Give God the glory
Lovers seem to fade
Fade into the grey
Families tear apart
Rip out your heart
No one seems to care
If you go no where
No one seems to cry
If you sleep at night
We all want to be
Want to be
What they want us to be
We all wanna see
Wanna see the light
Open up your eyes
See inside the light
This is our story
Give God the glory
Thoughts glimpse inside
Glimpse inside the mind
They say you’re nothing
Hide your worth
They say you’re nothing
Dead from birth
Just run
Run away
Death is not the end
Heaven send
There’s something greater
In the air
God we need you now
There must be more
More than this
We all want to be
Want to be
What they want us to be
We all wanna see
Wanna see the light
Open up your eyes
See inside the light
This is our story
Give God the glory
Categories:
block out, christian, depression,
Form:
Lyric
I see you in my dreams, laughing, eyes merrily dancing
you fill my heart with love, my soul with kissed promises
But when I awake from this rainbowed dream where all the edges
are bound with colored ribbons of hope
I find you standing at the end of my bed, eyes sunken and hollowed
a black crow, perched upon the limb of your own destruction
Your addictions gnawing away at your being are all that appear
no light exudes from your presence, darkness has enveloped you
has stolen your future and our dreams, like a thief that
slipped by, so quietly unseen
all that is left are the bright images of the past,
where we are captured in moments of suspended happiness
They frequent every corner of my mind and visit me in
my subconscious
If only I could but remain in that deepest void
you would be as you were, our future would be as it
always should have been
I close my eyes and block out your image that has tainted my
present reality
choosing to dwell upon the scattered pictures and remain
blissfully peaceful in my own ignorance
For the person that you were is forever lost to me, gone,
swallowed whole
of us there is but an empty vacuum, a succession of days,
until the end
Categories:
block out, loss, love, sad, future,
Form:
Free verse
Old flame memories, and game show repeats,
viewed through tobacco, it's smoke fills the room,
loneliness, only, stays glued to defeat,
blue-bottles, can't help, but choke on the gloom.
Dreams like the remote, corroded to rust,
unopened, unpaid, bills sit by the door,
surrendered and lost, to despair and dust,
no-one levelled up, around here for sure.
Each day's an ashtray, of stub filled regret,
while moth eaten drapes, block out the world's light,
another neat gin, will help to forget,
added indifference, towards day and night.
The blocked drains and sink, dirty old dishes,
all that remains of, yesterday's wishes.
Categories:
block out, dark, day, dream, loneliness,
Form:
Sonnet