Best Blundered Poems
among you and I and among us all
remains a feeling of shallow intoxication
that seems to play on and on and on in our respective heads
as everyone important to us has gone on to some beautiful destiny
I sit here amongst the caucasion sleeves of paper on the floor of my chamber
the numbness of the so called "art" on the radio
mommy, I have done it
as the winter approaches, we batten down ourselves for the impending darkness
snow ensconces the dull tundra of all the acres
understandably blundered by the wings of burden and shame
I toil with the literature of my past and the science of my future
I thought I found you at least a dozen times, but you weren't you
daddy, throw another log on the fire
is there mercy in this chaos and this uncertainty?
will I ever retain escape velocity and leave this earth?
I must leave this place and find sanctity elsewhere
no doctor revive me, no professional conversationalists, please.
mommy, daddy, take me home.
the shoreline thunders, with the red clay -- imitating dover
I stare down at the mercurial wash of the crushing tides
special sequins rain down into the fundy sea below
I shall wake the wight inside of me
and destroy the pain inside of thee.
mommy, daddy -- rape the teeth from within my head
to paint a better picture of the son you thought you knew
brother, I miss you and your insolent charm.
but little monster, I think I will stay for you.
Categories:
blundered, conflict, depression, niece, suicide,
Form:
Blank verse
If a person has cheated us
It is better we do not curse
God will take the best action
Giving to us fine protection
Let us not feel terribly sorry
And bring to our mind injury
Instead let us try to forget
So that bliss we can get
Of course scars are severe
And memories cause tear
Still, let us somehow manage
And try to get enough courage
That person has badly blundered
A heinous act is cruelly rendered
God will make the needed move
Power of Justice, He will prove
Our tears have flooded heaven
Our stomachs burn like oven
Revenge is not our ultimate aim
Though we had a very bad time
The worst losses we suffered
But, pure kindness we offered
We came across great traitors
But, we are really lawful fighters
Let us keep our mind steady
And offer to all kind remedy
Let us fill our heart with mercy
Being kind must be our policy
By pure love, we are urged
Strongly we have emerged
Let us forget all their fault
Let love occupy heart-vault
Kindness is the best defense
It only proves God's presence
Kindness will pave a safe path
Let it replace meaningless wrath.
Categories:
blundered, life, wisdom,
Form:
Quatrain
The last mile of the way
It is a matter of must
To all and sundry,
Each and every man-jack
Has to walk it.
It is the real moment in deed
For one has to say, “Goodbye”
To those he loves.
One has to put down all his loads
And face the reality of time.
Blessed is the man
Who walks on camino real with the Lord.
Cursed is the peregrinator who peregrinate alone,
Who promenade Lordlessly.
The rich man blundered
To hell he was taken
For his life has been peripatetic and perfidious.
Confessions he tried
But confessions failed.
Remember, longest is the night
That is not followed by the day.
No matter how long the night
The day is sure to come.
With His cross on His shoulders
This mile the Lamb travelled,
Sinless and spotless the teacher was
And God the Almighty on His side He stood.
The impenitent Judas also travelled it
The mile was tough and dolorous
For his sins were accompanying him,
Suicide and sheol were his penultimate end.
Fight panophobia and euphorbia
With rectitude and optimism for heavenly opulence,
With clear conscience and faith in Him
Walk through the narrow door
Before the Master closes.
The writing is on the wall
“God shows no favouritism”
Let us travel this mile
With no wrinkle and spot
For this mile takes us
Into the hands of the Omniscious One.
Where our tears will be removed by Him,
Where there is eternal rest
Where there is no sorrows,
Neither death nor sicknesses.
Categories:
blundered, religion,
Form:
Free verse
Robin Hood
It was in the time of John
In the days that have long gone
When the plight of right and wrong
A test was set
It took a man of iron will
To battle on until
A nation he would thrill
They’d ne’er forget
For John was all consumed by greed
He over taxed those most in need
Pleas of the peasants wouldn’t heed
How they’d shout
Though against his deep belief
Robin became a famous thief
To muster hope and some relief
For those without
Stepped forward Robin Hood
With his motives understood
He set out to do some good
For the poor
To his side a band of men
Some of sword and some of pen
Gathered round him, planned and then
Evened the score
High adventures, escapades
Among the woods and leafy glades
As Robin led his daring raids
He did surprise
Pouncing on the shallow rich
From every tree and bush and ditch
Relieving them of every stitch
To equalize
When the news to John was brought
He ordered Robin must be caught
Example to the people taught
To keep them bound
Soldiers he sent out in the wood
Blundered about, it was no good
No sight or sound of Robin hood
Was to be found
With a price upon his head
Wanted both alive or dead
Not a clue did one man shed
As to his lair
For all good men could plainly see
Through his selective robbery
It was the way it had to be
To make life fair
For their king old England yearned
And when at last Richard returned
He found a lesson had been learned
Of how to rule
Of your people earn their trust
Let your reign be fair and just
And remember that you must
Ne’er be cruel
Though a saint he’d never be
For he’d robbed to set men free
From the awful tyranny
Of evil John
Still he’s hard not to admire
Whether surf or land-borne squire
To his height try to aspire
Everyone
When he knew that he would die
He shot an arrow through the sky
Where it stuck he wished to lie
Next Sherwood oak
Though the truth may now be faint
And the story old and quaint
He remains a noble saint
To all good folk.
Categories:
blundered, history, inspirational, old, people,
Form:
I came I saw I conquered you blundered
Categories:
blundered, allegory, christian, faith, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
Do I dare?
As years passed, I continued to wonder
Haunted by a silent question
Buried at the back of my head, is a lifetime quest for answers
Lurking in my subconscious, Is a lifetime of shadows
Masked in deep shaded silhouettes
Caught up in a maze of illusions
A space were pieces of my life laid buried
Loaded with decades of uncertainty
What do I dare to call him?
The one I know only from memories
Like a ghost, he roams behind closed doors
Exists in a parallel universe
Masquerading in my dreams
Disappears and appears at random times
I had worshiped him, and his unwillingness to conform
Fascinated by his magic tricks
Abra cadabra, he vanished just as quickly
Snatched away by the world of the unknown
Never really knew him, acquainted only with his visage
He lives in my fantasy land
What should I call this man?
He remains a mystery
He with no care in the world
The first to initiate me into the grownup world of heartbreak
To teach me of unbearable sorrow and disappointment
It is he that brought me great despair
Partook in my bearing, but showed me no mercy
He wounded me, preparing my heart for a long battle ahead
Stealing my precious childhood
As I spend my life’s journey walking on splinters of broken glasses
Like a wounded soldier, I bore old scars
With bible verses, scripted on my soul
I now thread carefully through life, running away from all that reminds me of him
Struggling to leave his shadows behind
As I now embody his vile illness
With a heart that has turned to decay
Do I dare call him father?
He took advantage of my innocence, toyed with my vulnerable nature
He is the cause of my masked loneliness
Like a wet sponge, I had absorbed his ways
Floundering through life like a mythical creature
Blundered by his lies and broken promises
And all I was seeking was his validation
But in his absence he deemed me unworthy
For so long I kneeled as he ordered
Like a gospel, I followed his every command
Yet, he constantly broke the vows he swore to keep
Do I dare call him father?
The man whose heart had grown as cold as stone
He that watched me wither away to his very eyes
As I made my slow fall from grace
Categories:
blundered, absence, age, betrayal, childhood,
Form:
Bio
Major misery must have been mounting on Monday.
The traffic jam miraculously DIDN'T end until terrific Tuesday.
The traffic at 4pm was winding way westward which was way
More than what we wished was wishful thinking.
Well it was a colorful and confusing week.
All the while we were planning to pulverize the players
Pitilessly with BALLOONS filled with punishing cold water.
Wow Wednesday wasn't way off.
Meanwhile we were wishing it was Wednesday while we
Wrenched each others woes.
Finally that night we played planned and prepared.
Well we wasted our wretched wishes on the traffic jam.
All we did now was whine and whimper.
The traffic jam was dwindling.
We weathered our way to the entourage eatery.
Got our gare and resolved to BOMB some BUTT.
We took the back entrance way.
The best thing to do would be to BATTLE our way
Through the restaurant to the front entrance.
Then we placed the enemy he was made and he saw
US too. He motioned for us to return to the rare.
Soo we discussed it for 2 minutes.
He was waiting for his boys.
So we cooperated.
We went toward the rare.
BUT...
The enemy had ARRIVED.
NOW what the HOLLERING HELL!!
we knew everybody had the same thought.
WE CAN DO THIS RIGHT HERE. NOW!!
, the first guy is waving no, no.
He was afraid of flooding his job.
Everybody was ignoring him, and laughing.
The SHORT OF. IT
Best to be backed up by water bullets.
Basically bombarding your enemy.
Some of us were just a little bit BLISTERED
From the HOT car ride.
Soo many of us sort of Welcomed the bombardment.
One of us made a spinning move and a slam dunk
Like. He was playing basketball. He completely
Obliterated his opponent with a large blue water balloon.
But he caught one in the face.
Both sides were having handfuls of fun
Until the popular prolific police arrived
Saw the place was swamped
And forced my friends and i to abort the
Blundered mission running pass the
Pensive police down the narrow path.
That was a WORTH WHILE WEDNESDAY.
Categories:
blundered, anxiety, basketball, car, celebration,
Form:
Alliteration
My dearest heart, I do not go
Because I’m tired of you,
Or think that other worlds will show
A heart more kind or true.
Pretend I’ve died, just tell your heart
I’m dead forever gone,
And with a kiss please let me go--I must be moving on.
Yesterday the Sun was here
And now returned again,
Suns feel no passion or no fear
Experience no pain.
I wish that I could disappear
Dissolve into the sky
Then I could leave you weeping here
Without explaining why.
For when you sigh, in mis'ry true
With eyes of pain and sorrows
My life long hopes are shred in two--
I lose unkown tomorrows.
You say you love me--it’s a lie--
For if such thing was true,
You would not force me stay and die
Or tear my heart in two .
Love me hate me, let me go--
Know , sweet one, I loved you.
release me from this bitter hold
Your love's a curse come true.
For,when your door has finally closed
And I’ve gone down the stairs,
When you’re quiet and composed
You'll keep me in your prayers.
You see, I know love's strongest bond
Can navigate the sea.
In dreams such passion as we’ve found
Will still thrill me and thee.
If destiny hath blundered fair,
One day we'll meet, Dear Friend.
You'll kiss me softly if you dare,
And hold me once again.
V Anderson Throop
Categories:
blundered, leaving, life,
Form:
Sonnet
Poetry ain't words dribbled out on the fly,
It's execution, prostitution of the me who am I.
lettin loose my mongoose of thought provoking, while others be chokin,
gettin all Seuss you just some cat in a hat,
Philosophies of Socrates rap your brain around dat,
Don't let dem big words confuse you, this all precludes you, from being 100, thats where you blundered.
word :)
Categories:
blundered, poetry, rap, satire,
Form:
Rhyme
how come this fairness possesses such deeds
what a ruthless act thy heart did commit
for once I blundered and to thee I plead
bending words covering my shredded wit
appealing to the stubborn heart of thine
my unconscious mind hanging by a thread
that wrath from fairness will somehow decline
this age of prejudice thou will undid
for love condones faults to which hearts abide
and perceives lies from a different view
and love triumphs where all reason subside
making sense when our misfits are through
prey on the weak and the filthy sublime
but render lost hearts buried out of time
Categories:
blundered, loveheart, heart, love, prejudice,
Form:
Sonnet
Cripple
Nature made me incomplete
She failed to give me two good feet
The left one’s fine,
It’s well in line
But the other is rather bittersweet
It twists around to a great degree
A much disgruntled employee
Of a brain as quick
as a lightning stick
But useless just below the knee.
A childhood spent in pain and traction
And futile physiotherapeutic action
Didn’t help a jot
just hurt a lot
To the surgeons evident satisfaction
“Crippled crippled look he’s lame
Hop-along Cassidy is his name!”
I died inside
hid and cried
hung my head in mortal shame
Very cruel the other kids could be
jeered and laughed and bullied me
Until I wondered if
God had blundered
And so resolved to go and see
I did my best to meet my maker
But became a recuperator
In hospice bed
Far from dead
A suicide impersonator
There came an angel in disguise
A teacher who didn’t instantly despise
Nor ridicule
A crippled fool
But tried instead to empathise
She gave me books and made me read
Seeing clearly an inner seed
As yet unfilled
underskilled
But glowing there, a burning need
She opened up my narrow mind
Allowing me to leave behind
A crippled past
A plaster cast
That held me in it’s prison bind
Now I write with creativity
And with much publicity
bathed in admiration
bought in proliferation
treated with tender sensitivity
And though I have a leg still game
It seems that popularity and fame
Make folk forget
My foot’s offset
And I am still inherently lame
Categories:
blundered, bullying, motivation, sympathy,
Form:
Rhyme
CATALINA SCOTTE
Can't seem to say how much I've wondered
About the way I found you here
To think the ways I could have blundered
And never known that you were near
Life's funny how it plays it's aces
In many ways it's all a dream
Nobody knows it's many faces
And things are rarely what they seem.
So fate has thrown our lives together
Can't say it picked the best of scenes
Or even that this storm will weather but
Time will tell us what it means
To use this time and make it better
Enjoy our romance in a letter
Categories:
blundered, girlfriend, how i feel,
Form:
Alliteration
How much of words shall be compared to thee
How much of beauty thou must have possessed
For mouths had blundered when words rushed to flee
Brightened eyes by thy fairness were caressed
Gloomy hearts had blossomed beneath thy shade
Deserted spirits in thee had been blessed
So shine along the dawn where nights shall fade
And release my hopes with a tender kiss
Where warm sunshine lies over lonesome hearts
Hymns of joy flowed so softly into mine
And where dull nights fail to break us apart
I glimpsed my dreams in the sweet love of thine
Seeking in thy beauty for words to steal
As I am embraced by heart thou shall heal
From: http://echoes19.wordpress.com/
Categories:
blundered, happiness, hope, love, passion,
Form:
Sonnet
It was a gorgeous summers day today,
not a cloud to grace the skies,
the cobalt blue that held my gaze,
while I envisioned my lovers eyes.
A radiance warmed my hair and skin,
from the ochre sun above,
my heart leapt but sank back deep within,
as I remembered you my love.
Time passed by and the light was done,
while the horizon swallowed your hair,
those golden locks of angels sun,
I still find loose in my lair
The darkness engulfed the afternoon,
in its deep and cold embrace,
it stirred up the fact you left too soon,
it was a metaphor for my empty space.
The stars began to prick the sky,
reminding me of that huge spark,
we would feel as we passed each other by,
and the time we both made a remark.
Afraid to dream I sit here awake,
and I stare to the night for some respite,
but its blackness defies me and watches me break,
and I break, and I break in the night.
True love was a lie, a cruel torturous trap,
which has me snared as it's garotting my soul,
I blundered in wasted but through no mishap,
yet I fail to comprehend it's goal.
Dawn surely breaks and birds sing their song,
as I'm crying and dying and sore,
I hope that this day my heart melts away,
and I feel nothing for no one no more.
Categories:
blundered, beauty, farewell, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
By a stone near Saqqara
Sand blown from the Sahara
Mixes with dust from Ankara
Particularly near a pyramid
it peculiarly disappears amid
Two ascetics on a pilgrimage
They observe the strange vanishing
With great verve while brandishing
A saber at a passing Saracen
They wondered if this was transcendence
And blundered towards repentance
Hearts thundered in this Presence
Categories:
blundered, birth, death, god, heaven,
Form:
Rhyme