Best Committed Poems
I Committed Suicide
I stretched out weary hands.
Melisa, who considered me
like a big brother, quickly ran away from me.
My heart writhed unto me;
I longed for a swig of water.
Noise danced, rumbled inside me in thunder.
But the whirlwind heard
the swoosh of the knife as my eyes blushed.
But why didn’t I die instead?
I placed the knife back
in my rusty pocket.
I recalled she told me,
“No, don’t kill yourself.”
“Stress is like chess;
either you play it, or it plays you.”
Vinegar boiled my blood,
though my bones
were hit by the daily rocks I ate.
My suicidal act was lured with its bait.
But why didn’t I die instead?
Swarms of flies consumed the skin of my throat.
My fleshes were allotted to stresses atop a fire.
My fur was tumbleweed and chaff before the wind blew.
My mouth became a thirsty land.
I turned blue. I cried sandy tears.
My ivory screams were smokes.
But why didn’t I die instead?
“Christo,” I heard as I reconsidered.
“Melisa bloodily committed suicide,”
an old man vociferated.
I fell to my knees.
The blood in my head was a rolling sea.
Reconsideration ebbed away.
I was a zebra running away from a lion’s teeth,
but in the lake, caught by the crocodile’s jaws of death.
My muscles fainted in decay.
My soul ran away from a fowler’s snare.
Wails went higher than an eagle’s wings.
But why didn’t I die instead?
For Timothy Lee
Darling, take me in love’s tender embrace.
Let me nestle close upon your shoulder.
Being next to you is my perfect place.
Sweetness, as our fingers now interlace
I feel your kisses grow fiercely bolder.
Darling, take me in love’s tender embrace.
My Valentine, my eyes touch your sweet face.
I submit my heart to you as holder.
Being next to you is my perfect place.
Your true love is mine by Heaven’s good grace.
Our gold love glows more as we grow older.
Darling, take me in love’s tender embrace.
You are my every day, my secure base,
And I, your soft committed beholder.
Being next to you is my perfect place.
Valentine, I cherish our loving pace.
~ My heart is your clay and you, its molder.
~ Darling, take me in love’s tender embrace.
~ Being next to you is my perfect place.
You were not perfect
But you were good.
You were decent
And I have only recently
Understood
The true meaning
Of that word
And what it can cost.
You were a man whose moral compass
Never seemed to falter,
Whose honesty would not alter
No matter what, in consequence, you lost.
You stood there quietly firm
Committed, through ups and downs,
To providing a safe home
For your wife and your three sons;
A solid rock upon which
We have been able to build with ease.
In these steps I have tried to follow
Often stumbling; sometimes falling,
Falling short of the mark you set
But you always forgave my folly
Forgiving my hurtful failing
And this, above all, I’ll not forget.
(C) Barry Freeman - 21st March 2019
yell, shout, just burn-out
threaten that new dimension
And give it your all
Being Committed
Written: by Tom Wright
1998
Lord, how can I a difference make?
There are so many souls at stake.
For Lord, you see that I'm but one,
I'd work from dawn to setting sun.
There’s so many things to see and do,
I've no time left to work for you.
When I am older, maybe then,
But now there's pleasure in this sin.
Involvement sure, at some later date,
But now I'm young and it must wait.
The great commission I understand,
But me go Lord, to a foreign land?
No friends or family there to see,
Lord, it would be like you and me!
You say that we a majority make,
To think of all the souls at stake.
You say I'm blind and cannot see?
That some dear soul had time for me.
I'd never thought of it that way,
As with tear filled eyes I knelt to pray.
A committed life will be my solemn vow,
I'll work for You, Lord, show me how.
For now it's clear what one can do,
For sins atonement, it was just you.
My husband acted like a complete jerk
had countless affairs with women at work
He wore spray on jeans which fit so tight
and aftershave called ‘Tonight’s the night’
I knew for sure that things weren’t right
as he’d hide his cell phone from my sight
I’d opened one of his credit card bills
he’d purchased boxes of Viagra pills!
Guess he used them with that busty floozy
the office temp, I think her name’s Suzie
One thing’s for certain, I have learned
hell hath no fury like a woman spurned
So I carefully plotted to get my revenge
and lure him in a ice tunnel at Stonehenge
Ice stalactites hung low from the ceiling
a brisk blow to his head left him reeling
With a stiletto sharp icicle I pierced his chest
as the ice melted, I knew there’d be no arrest
As there’s no evidence left to incriminate me
Yes, I’d got away with his murder … scot-free!
It was the perfect crime I’d expertly planned
I'm sure any scorned woman would understand!
N/a in Murder in the Tunnel Poetry Contest judged 2/12/21
Submitted to NA Poem From a February 2021 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
01/26/21
You said you understand me head to toe,
But why didn't you understand when I asked "Is it necessary to go?".
Follow me you said when you left a trail on the track,
And you crossed the horizon from where I couldn't see you coming back!
Leaving behind memories which you said happened to be your best,
And thoughtful promises you made genuinely were all put to rest!
You made me love, you made me care, & and you also made me cry,
Can't you stay back my sweet love and at least give it a try?
Resistance, family & society are all a part of life,
You loved me without thinking about them so why can't you be my wife?
I dream of a new tomorrow with you...very pleasant & nice,
Make our love win baby...that's my only sincere advice!
Dedicated with love to: You Know Who
Before the drought
I loved this land
From North to South
And every sand
The mountains high
The serried trees
The azure sky
And fragrant breeze
Poincianna flame
Lime Kiln burning
The children's game
Maypole turning
And morning sport
Sweet pots boiling
Ships in the port
Fish net drawing
I love canoes beached
On littered sand
The sermons preached
By mother's hand
The flowers do fade
And grass dries now
So there's no shade
From guango bough
But the rains again
Will swell the breast
And milk staunch pain
And hope finds rest
I wait for the kiss
Of morning come
Sweet tongue of mist
Love is our sum.
Your promises don’t inspire me,
they seem insincere
Always floating, shifting commitments,
the details are artfully dodgy
Arranged in such a way,
they might as well be confirmed by a ghost
And those serpentine friends of yours
are snake whisperers
Subtle and sly ...
secretive as a spy
You and them seem to always
have a ready, set, good-to-go lie
With a burn notice prepared ...
stage exit right in the blink of an eye
Split second goodbye
You’re always acting like
Dr. Jekyll and Ms. Hyde
Feels like I’m loving two people at once,
and my mind’s gonna explode inside
Answer me this,
baby why am I still committed to us?
This is a love ride I can’t trust
I’m standing in the front,
and you’re sitting in the back of the bus
Separated by two affairs
with former lovers you never truly gave up
Separated by six degrees of lust
May I ask you this:
tell me, you are committed to what?
Your loose ways, I’ve just about had enough
Plus, letting your friends all the time
come between us
Seems they’re always trying to split us up
I thought you wanted to settle into one set of arms,
put your wild filly days behind you
Start life anew,
just me and you
kicking it
on a rendezvous for two
But it seems you still wanna be a ****
Sorry, I’m not committed to getting my heart separated,
time for me to make a clean cut
Hope I meet you later in life
when you got yourself together
Right now, you got too many
split personalities to love
I can’t commit to getting driven insane
by your Ms. Hyde schizophrenia
The more weapons there will be:
the more likely a crime will be committed using one;
the lower their SES (socio-economic status) will be;
the lower their intelligence level will be;
the more likely they are be mentally and emotionally incompetent;
the more likely they are to have a persecution complex;
excessive defense mechanisms, experience mass paranoia,
be mentally incompetent or imbalanced, be an increase in suicides;
the more likely a woman will be killed or injured;
the more likely accessories will increase weapons effectiveness and rapidity;
the more likely they will be automatic designed to commit mass murder with;
the more likely principles stated in the 2d amendment will be violated;
the more likely the victim and killer will be from the United States;
the more likely the killer will exhaust their supply of ammunition;
the more likely a weapon will be used in an altercation;
the more likely there will be an accidental gun death;
the more likely will be the absence of an effective weapons training program;
the more likely safety devices will not be present;
the more likely an accidental death will occur at home;
the more likely owners of weapons will encourage weapons safety programs;
the more likely no local files or background security checkups exist;
the more likely will be absence of cool down period for purchase of weapons;
the more likely will be an undocumented weapons sales;
the more likely will be increase in amount of money to support damages;
the more likely a potential murderer is to steal a weapon;
the more likely a weapon will not be used for self-defense;
the more likely a woman will be present in a domestic abuse situation;
the more likely increase in deaths will be created and caused by a weapon;
the more likely will be the absence of a successful permitting process;
the more likely will be the presence of a negative stimulus.
Trying to make up my mind regarding weapons.
First of all,
I am committed to coexistence and peace
I am personally asking everyone
Let us together sailing across nations
There is peace to make.
The book of peace is finally launched
Thank you Saba Islamic Media
And thanks to everyone
Your help and prayer are cherish
This little book is a success.
I love you peace. Let's sail together. Layag Sug!
PWTC, 290415. 11PM
Got a text message from my wife, our cat just committed suicide
Very impersonal don't you think, used to be a phone call making us cry
What have we become
With a finger up our bum
People are too busy for a phone call to hear our dear cat died
Sad Soul Committed Suicide
Up into the sky, he went for a ride;
His sad soul had committed suicide;
Did loop di loop;
And barrel hoop;
Crashed plane and all alone he died.
Jim Horn
When a surgeon had to operate on a man, she was pissed.
She botched the operation because the patient was sexist.
She learned he was sexist and botched the operation so that he would die.
She bragged about it to her friends, it was something that she did not deny.
But she didn't expect one of her friends to turn her in.
Now she's rotting in prison, she's no longer a surgeon.
She doesn't even realize she did wrong, she thought she had the right to kill.
A surgeon is never supposed to take a life, it's a surgeon's duty to try to heal.
She thinks her patient was scum but he was a better person than her.
At least he didn't kill another human being, he was not a murderer.
I am completely committed Harry said.
Signing treaty after treaty, keeping none of them.
You can trust me, I am fully committed the new wife said.
Her groom has no idea she slept with his best man last night
and plans to see him again this weekend when he is out of town.
My word is my sacred vow, the grifter says, signing the loan contract
intending to break it the second he gets the money.
He never plans to pay any of it back.
The unsuspecting banker is full of smiles, thinking he is getting interest.
He is actually getting the shaft.