Best Choke Down Poems
You said you'd be here, you said you'd stay,
But you went to heaven, and you went away.
You broke the promise you swore you'd keep,
That we'd die together in forevers sleep.
You didn't even say goodbye as you left me here.
I'm failing to choke down all these tears.
My face becomes moist, my sight turns to mist.
With my frown turned lips, i give you a kiss.
I try to look away as they lower your casket.
I'll try to survive, but I don't think i can las it.
I throw your favorite flowers into your grave.
Watching people throw dirt, over you they pave.
I feel no solace, I'm all alone.
As I see your name set in stone.
I feel a breeze, it's a wind so cold.
I remember the final words you had told..
You said to me, "Don't take your life."
I asked you, "Why?", as I put down the knife.
You told me you loved me, as its your final wish.
I shook my head yes, though I feel no bliss.
So even though I still don't inderstand why your gone,
Why god took you away from me, but i will live on.
I hear your comforting whispers, I think its a sign.
So I know I'll see you agian when its my time.
Categories:
choke down, funeral, lost love, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Day 1
I sit to write in peaceful solitude,
while words of tranquil elegance exude
visions of nature's beauty and soft light,
but it's not my muse which has taken flight.
A bastard housefly sails a curvy path,
as irritation grows to rage and wrath.
Essentially, the reason is because
this little jerk emits a galling buzz.
When I think the skumbag's finally stopped,
and I could hear it if a pin were dropped,
the excrement eating insect starts again,
an insidious attack upon my brain.
You would not think a creature who is this small
could find a way to bother me at all,
and yet he drives me completely daft and nuts,
until upon my window, I see his guts.
Day 2
Awaking from a frightful fever dream,
I hear a buzz, and choke down a helpless scream.
The window guts, a subconscious, wishful scene,
before I slept, I missed with the magazine.
One slight move, he's no longer stationary.
Have I misjudged this pint-size adversary?
His flight is like 3-D billiards in the halls,
bouncing off unseen, invisible walls.
Why has this beast chosen me to torment,
to lead me in my sanity's descent
to Hell, a place I would gladly send him
if my worthless Westways could only rend him.
Yet, I said, "fly to the screen door, for once,
and we'll both be free, you insectoid dunce".
A desperate jack o'lantern, I am hollow.
Everywhere I go, he seems to follow.
Perhaps, the little guy has something to say,
tracing the 3-D model of DNA.
Does he buzz the hundred thirty-seventh psalm?
Could it be that last week, I killed his mom?
Day 3
Hopefully, I think the fly's diminished,
and that soon this monster will be finished.
He seems to be flying slowly like he's drunk.
His decibel measure significantly shrunk.
He's fast and young, but he's aging faster,
giving me the better odds to plaster
him. Who will be victorious in the end?
On whose nerves are made of steel, it will depend.
Day 4
Dead on the floor, two haggard creatures lay.
In one's hand, "you're just like a summer's day".
Categories:
choke down, death, humor, insect,
Form:
Rhyme
Step into the world of a crazy
Marshmallows aren't what they seem
clouds in 3d float in the sky
giving the impression that evil will happen.
Flat on ur back legs apart
Whose is it gonna be you or the dammed in the corner
Murmuring unholy is he
The Sinister the saint
The forbidden Love
young girls innocence
Salvating eyes of the darkened soul
Strokes pleasure
Cent of puberty
peaks the arrousal
Young virgins purity
Such Vile creatures ravishing those untainted little bodies
entering with such violence
Afterwards Leaving us to be placed on the dining table floor
Hungry dogs lapping up scraps of what little purity is left
Seconds thirds
I don't know how many
I lost count
Besides it's just
Daddy's Late-night prayer meeting for the rightous
Doll house perfect
Don't open the curtain
pain n misery
Lil China doll on display
Plastic parts inanimate objects
Eat those smashed bones
Masked faces
choke down glass shards
cutting from the inside
Pressure tight cramping pain
Bloated swollen filled
Doesn't it feel good
The Devil requests no permission
Pumping his Pioson inside
running rampant with in this dirty vessel
Unwilling bodies made best for the ink blotted stains
Unwelcome serum left to lay inside this unholy child
Rot begins to tarnish the soul
Decaying and death rest between those little girl legs. Of a sticky mess
A resting place for the disguised
It's just a body for the disrurbed
go clean inside ur secret place
A tribute for the religious
Forbidden fruit
cherry red apple worm hole rot
The ugly sweet delicious
We never saw there faces
We were unnamed
But they taught us
Pearl of great price
Something we learned
Earlier in church today
Who knew we were to be auction off to the highest bidder
Prophets
Missionaries
It was our temple they sold
Categories:
choke down, abuse, betrayal, child abuse,
Form:
Free verse
Dad’s oldest sister, Aunt Jolene blew into town in the middle of the night.
She was armed with knowledge, ready to straighten us up, and make us all do right.
My children would do this and that, she’d shout from Daddy’s confiscated Lazy-Boy throne.
She was a self-proclaimed expert, since she had never had any of children of her own.
Dad thought having Aunt J was great; You are just like Mom, he’d tell her politely.
“No offense,” she replied, “But that old woman was wound a bit too tightly.”
On Wednesday she made the family an outrageously ugly pot of mushroom soup.
The baby got away after gagging while trying to choke down that chunky goop.
She cleaned our rooms while we were in school, and threw away all of my really good stuff.
One look from Dad, and I knew not to give her any of my usual angry guff.
“How long is she staying?” we kids would sneakily yet stealthily and steadily ask our Mom.
We piled into one of our empty rooms, conspiring, hoping the answer would be “not long.”
On Thursday morning we were told at breakfast that Aunt Jolene would be staying ‘til Sunday night.
She cleaned Mom’s kitchen at nine, sorting out the silverware drawer too, and was gone that very night.
Categories:
choke down, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form:
Light Verse
I'm lean, I'm mean, I'm tough as nails
Nothing could frighten me
I'm ready to defend my turf
as you can plainly see
Ju-Jitsu man, master of knife and sword,
Can shoot an eye out at a mile...
No fool would be so foolish
as to dare challenge me...
You see before he'd even know it,
I'd break his stupid knee
No Superman or Batman
Would dare to take on me
But, well, Mighty Mouse, that's another story,
Which leads us to our yarn..
But first let me emphasize
I am mighty, mighty macho
I'll never suffer hurt
I'm such a mighty he-man,
Even when I wear a skirt!
As Ive shown, I've always rules
My kingdom is my house
Until one winter's day
When I was attacked by a tiny mouse!
He scurried out from beneath the sink
and caught me by surprise,
That dastardly little bully!!
Just what did he thinK?
I saw bloodthirsty menace in his eyes..
I jumped up on the table
knew not if i should have fled
The frightful thought then came to me
What if now he's in my bed??
So I shored up my fading courage
Went to enroll in Mouse Martial Arts
I'll get that little bast_rd..
Before he terrifies more hearts
So when i graduated,
back to home I went
Helmet,armor, side-arms, baseball bat,
and mace and gas-mask too...
I knew I was now prepared,
For whatever he may do!
I searched the house that evening,
But find him i could not...
Now worried he went for friends...
that evil little snot!!
500 mose-traps I then set
Comforted, so off to bed I went
Woke up from a bad mouse-dream,
in the middle of the night,
To the bathroom i had to go
My bladder told me so,
Now if you can imagine
Being caught in 50 traps
Then you may envision
What was about to elapse...
Oww!Oww!Oww!, Oh, Mercy Me! is what I cried!
As mouse traps snapped right and left
My poor old bludgeoned feet!
Paid the price for my stupidity
And not being at all too deft!
I pee'd myself in pain,
It flowed from me like rain!
Luckily in spite of many a hurtful trap,
my pants I did not crap!
So let this be a lesson,
If a mouse wants to live with you,
Just choke down on your pride...
"Cause there's nothing you can do!!!
Categories:
choke down, adventure, animals, funny, life,
Form:
Burlesque
Follow teh riretrucks down teh road.
Three miles is as far as you'll
Have to go.
Nearly 100 volunteers at the
Sene of the violent firestorm.
20 acrs and and 22 thougsand gallons
Of water used.
The heartbreak of that day
Tasted more bitter than ever known.
The slowly falling of the house,
Made me choke down the rock,
In my throat as I swallowed.
The unbelievable sight sounded as if
Two cars had colladid at a high rate of speed.
The devastation came,
But has yet to leave.
Clean up had to come,
And brought the harsh burnt smell.
So overwhelming,
Would have made your stomach turn,
As would rotten food.
We dug and searched,
To find what maybe left.
The full remains,
Were only of a few items.
Two plates, coins, destroyed jewelry,
and an elephant,
Was all that was found.
Categories:
choke down, sad
Form:
Torn from your life
Like a weed from a garden,
Not caring of my feelings
Or even asking my pardon.
Mindlessly dislodged
And left to wither and die,
Not even given the chance
To tell you goodbye.
My love no longer worthy,
My caring no longer wanted,
And the pain that I feel
I will forever be haunted.
But I hold tight to my resolve
And hold my head high
As I choke down the tears
And refuse now to cry.
I know in my heart
Even after I’m gone,
My love for you still
Forever lives on.
It lives in the soil
Where my roots still remain,
Tattered and torn
But alive just the same.
So like a weed in a garden
It will grow once again,
In the same exact spot
Where once I had been.
It will grow strong and proud
Replenished and new,
With kindness and caring
To give only to you.
To watch over and protect you
And give you its love,
As I painfully watch you
From the heavens above.
If only I were a flower
Succulent and ornate,
Maybe I would not have had
To suffer this fate.
Categories:
choke down, loss, lost love, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I swallow hard the bitter tastes of your lips
I choke down your shards of hard lies,
External stains
I wonder why I let you into my heart
There is a wall you build with…
Thick ramparts and razor wire
You crush my dreams n schemes
My life’s desires
I swallow my pride
My life
I choke on the ashes and soot
I languish in this selfish hell
I conspire against the cosmic forces that be
I want to drown in the deepest well
I swallow hard the bitter visions of your eyes
I stand in the spotlight for all to see
A broken human of greatness humility
I choke down your shards of hardest fiction,
Eternity stains me,
Feeling it drain away leaving only
Skeletal remains…
I wonder why I let you into my world,
My realms you destroyed my reality.
I sink to the ground
Knowing the coming deluge wanting to drown
I choke on your shards of hard lies,
I am an eternal stain
I lie awake dream
Nightmares insane
Categories:
choke down, addiction, allegory, allusion, analogy,
Form:
Rhyme
Holy Crap
Another year slips away
Put on like 30 pounds
Pertty hard to take off
You see I like sea food I see it and eat it
Now with muse in hand
Even Jenny Crank has stepped up to the plate
With how to shed 14 inches off waistline in 1 week
You first have to eat 2 bars of exlax chocolate of course
Even choke down some of grannys castrol oil
Ass will be sore for a little while
Remember though the box and bottle does say warning
Little Pun For The New Me
Happy New Year's All
Also Entry For Carol Brown's
Acrostic Happy New Year Contest GL ALL
Categories:
choke down, caregiving, dedication, education, fantasy,
Form:
Acrostic
Repressed, sombre colours
weep a blurry sadness.
Melancholic, metallic hues
bite a frustrated, untouched lip -
silently surrendering
crimson, golden spheres of promise…
They dissolve, shrinking to watery flakes,
melting to a near oblivion.
Lyrics pin hopes on a pointless map,
touching tender triggers
like hidden, yet potent handguns.
They fire at will, tearing happy slices,
dumping pieces like fly tipping
at abandoned roadsides.
A darkness cloaks a raw nakedness,
reclaiming unwanted goods -
left to rot, depreciate, decay.
Your car mocks in superfluous glimpses,
a fading memory of physicality:
each visual spot pings
like unruly snooker balls
bouncing mindlessly
in a green baize haze.
You are an unpotable black fly
that hangs frustratingly near erasure.
An occasional dark-haired shadow
pricks an interest –
a sickening silhouette
that makes me gag,
choke down globs of feeling
like unchewed mozzarella,
it sinews, rotates playfully,
suppressing breath,
with a Devil’s self-satisfied grin,
rubbing out my pencil markings.
Deep sea dreams
take me to you:
to depths far wider –
than your tattered, single-sided soul.
You exist only here:
in an unreal, dimming realm,
where cruel, captive eyes hide,
blanketing honesty,
burying it in a hellish underworld
beneath stocky pillars of deceit.
I swim by your faded embers,
where you suffocate the kindling flecks,
shadowing in gravestone grey,
snuffling out light, and choosing to
drown in monotonous misery.
In contrast, I sing a mosaic painted lullaby,
dazzling with cacophonous colours:
blindingly real, kicking my mermaid fin –
my scales of beauty speak a frank ditty.
I ascend upwards,
touching truth,
breaking the lying surface.
Categories:
choke down, appreciation, beautiful, black love,
Form:
Blank verse
We are all too eager to place the little pills on our shaking tongues.
Academic idiots force their good intentions, as they lay in bed with corrupt chemical pushers.
Our TVs are inundated with ads for the latest, greatest snake oils that promise our meaningless little lives a few moments of relief. Side effects may include losing your soul.
When did we all become so sick? When did not paying attention in school become a disease?
Take the blue ones to calm you. Take the white ones to kill your pain. Take the orange ones to wake you up, and focus your aim. Take the pink ones to feel great. Take the green ones even though they're fake. And as we choke down our placebos, washing them down with false hopes of healthier lives, in the end, everyone still dies...
Categories:
choke down, addiction, angst,
Form:
Free verse
I remember being in the sky with him
He was a pilot
He let me hold the stick
And now how awful he was betrayed while he was alive
And didn’t know any better
And the truth didn't come to the surface
Until after my step grandma passed away
I remember the good days grandpa
Let those greedy losers have the money
I know you’re still in the sky
And you must have been there when you were going through that hell
But after it was all said and done
It feels like I’m the one shattered
And I’m the one that fell six feet
I'm changed forever
No dent in my forehead
No medication will change what happened to you or my side of the family
I can’t make them do what’s right
Under rug swept
They sure love to spend your money
While I live on government assistance
And people who aren’t your blood relatives now receive my college funds
Go to school
I don't know if they'll ever read this
Or if they knew how I truly felt
And I had the chance to humble them grandpa
How I want to make you proud in the best way
I don't know if they would know what to say
This has gone on for years
Torn from nightmare
to choke down the next sour grape
To be thrown away creatively by someone else
It was tragedy after tragedy after tragedy
And they all think I’m too out of touch to realize anything or have an opinion
They must think my heads in the clouds
But I’m still in an airplane I guess
Flying with you
On my first flying lesson
And I can’t fathom the wonderful memories you left for everyone else
But I wont tarnish your name any further
And I’m sorry I have
Categories:
choke down, confusion, death, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
I will not name the restaurant,
Because it might have been a fluke
But after I ate their offering,
I came home and did a puke.
I pictured the cook, her hair askew,
Letting little drops of it land in the stew.
As she spewed forth a wretched pile
Of words known only to a wicked few.
I pictured her apron messed up with glob.
As she warmed up this smelly slop.
I pictured fish all over the grill in haste,
Which gave my chicken a fishy taste.
I met my friend there, both had the same fate.
I pictured the kitchen laughing at us with vim and spice,
As we tried to choke down the stuff on our plate.
I will not name the restaurant, for it would not be nice.
Here is my friend’s phone number. She is not as kind as I.
Tell her who you are with your usual grace.
She is home sick, mad as a hot fly.
I am sure she will tell you the name of the place.
Categories:
choke down, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Risus. Curate. Doloris.
Laughter. Heals. Pain.
Risus Curare Doloris!
Queen of Sorrows!
You cure my pain!
When I am mere mortal without a name.
You have me hope,
Yet you give me know name?
So I choke down the laughter
To take away the pain!
I laugh at my own insecurities
Without nothing to gain.
Such a Sweet Angel Lady
To feel such pain!
To laugh at my impurities
Locked within my brain.
I’ve questioned my sanity,
Yet you hug me readily,
As if my only purpose was to love...
I’ve come from nothing, asking nothing,
For I am am just another insecure, insignificant, bug!
But such a dear heart, beautiful Queen heart of sorrows!
You are still able to laugh!
Through such incomprehensible sorrows!
If one could only ask to borrow, such strength, dignity and
Sweet grace, to make it unto tomorrow.
Laughter heals us through the pain,
It make one heartless want to feel love again!
With just enough love to laugh at our Sweet and innocent
Sorrows!
With just enough love, to feel at peace,
So I can put on a brave Smile and face Tomorrow!!!
Categories:
choke down, angel, faith, inspirational love,
Form:
Carpe Diem
A word so confused so wicked yet benign
With so many different meanings from pure love to crime
Brimming to the top with godliness so divine
Yet tearing up a body with one's nails just to dine
Aggression and fear, and hatred so fine
Ruthless and mad, oh a frenzy so blind
Pushing us to our roots, our instincts lost in time
Reliving the feelings of our ancestors in their prime
I smile at myself, me "one of a kind"
For I felt that control was my forte, my find
Never worried, cause I knew when my heart was crying
I could put up a facade misting out I was lying
Feeling pompous and proud of the grip on my mind
I suppressed the real desires for a life so sublime
Always crushing my wants like wheat in the grind
Showing a face to the world so distant from mine
But as I age, my eyes losing all their shine
No tears to be shed as the veins are drying
I choke down on my sobs, and think as I am dying
That I grounded myself when I could have been flying
Categories:
choke down, introspection
Form: