Best Compartmentalized Poems
He made me ponder my greatest fear
not ghosts nor goblins grinning ear to ear
The one that I really fear most
is the one peering back from the mirror
Is he real or will he just disappear
Will anyone remember he was ever here
That person I present
the one white washed and sanitized
representing the best of me
So I become a dim copy rationalized
Manicured, self fantasized
Will my true self ever be realized
Or am I destined to be compartmentalized
packaged pretty, thoughts pasteurized
Does anyone else worry
what others might discover
A mother wife sister or brother
The dark thoughts that make us shudder
that choke the brain and threaten to smother
If they could see inside would they run for cover
So we protect them and ourselves
keep bits hidden away on shelves
Screaming for release but afraid
what might happen if someone tells
We ain't always pretty, stagnant water smells
Instead bang the gong and ring the bells
If it's inside release it with yells
What will happen if we face our thoughts
Is it really us maybe it's not
Are we just scared boys and girls tied in knots
Trying to push it all down deeper
that stuff we've been taught
Take aim, release those expectations
another life can't be bought
Make the best of the one you've got!
For "What you Fear Most" contest.
Categories:
compartmentalized, angst, conflict, fear, growth,
Form:
Rhyme
Insulations’ design keeps you warm or cool,
not knowing of others looking a fool.
Among those who can’t reach out.
Pity their attitude, what’s that about?
Living inside silent corpse of bones,
struggle to breathe, no one phones.
Surrounded by scary and unknown,
wondering about seeds you have sown.
Escaping this quagmire’s a difficult task,
often you’re simply too afraid to ask.
Will a liberating arrow straight and true,
pierce bulletproof glass around the inner you.
Years and years painfully fly by,
forgetting to reach out, even try.
Time passes without a moments’ refrain.
Life speeds by trapped in a windowless train
Categories:
compartmentalized, introspection
Form:
Rhyme
God Is
God is not confused
God is not amused
God is not impressed
God does not watch commercials
God is not the target demographic
God does not buy name brand clothes or slave labor labels
God is not stylish
God is not popular
spoken of often but
God is not popular
God
Currently has multiple copyright infringement and slander cases in litigation
‘cause people keep on placing his name in the middle of nonsense
God is often imitated and killed daily
God finds your insanity boring
God laughs at what you think you know
God know you don’t know her
God ignores posers
Your ego slashed God’s tires
God is all dressed up with nowhere to go
God is the greatest dancer you’ve never seen
God is a beautiful wallflower
Waiting on your call
Dios no hablo ingles
God is against comprehensive immigration reform
God is also against borders
and inequitable sociopolitical and socioeconomic policies
God is not capitalistic
God is not patriotic
God is not contemporary
God is not cosmopolitan
God is a Sunda(zed) effigy
the Author rendered understudy by impostors
Perfection red lined and compartmentalized
Prepackaged for your comfort and their control
God is not a GMO
God is not a seedless watermelon
or a perfectly yellow and uniform bunch of bananas
God is not a Li-ger
God is not a Kentucky Fried Chicken wing
God is not at Chick Fil-A or Church’s chicken either
God is not a contradiction or a fictional promise
God is waiting at the end of our grey wavering
God is not one of us
God is the true and living absolute
God is love unequivocal
the binary promise
the timeless omni-dimensional logic appearing illogical to the finite senses
God is exact and infinite
the mystery in which there is no intrigue
the balance in deed rendering speech meaningless
God is beyond question or renegotiation
God never whatever
God ever forever
The bearer of the standard that I strive to stand upon
The principle to which I wish to nearer draw
The here to there
The this to that
The then now and ever in an instant
The all in all in which it all makes sense
the destination
the road itself
and the motivation to keep on walking
Categories:
compartmentalized, black african american, blessing,
Form:
Free verse
Remembrances lead to longing for souls once united in time long ago
still precise in memory now only in far distant accounts long closed
unreachable and compartmentalized without any semblance to reality
like snowflakes hypnotic white illusions of distorted reflections untouchable
The predictable heart in relentless wandering overlooks and overcomes
while foreboding and hope battle for dominance with impetuous passion
in the vainly desperate hours reason dances away upon lyrical notes
the spiraling cold blue music no one hears plays on in mystical magic
Whiskey soaked caricature’s fill the room with their constituent shapes
as the potent silence of unspoken words holds us captive purposefully
the decision for deceit is one whom another deceiver cannot believe in or trusts
as metamorphosis brings the senses present to the change in seasonal rime
All common attributes even when perfectly polished run black inside paradox
no more than a few percent of spectacular in the spectrum of light’s shine
the temptation to melt away no longer haunts from the icy facets of time
fire devours all impurities and remains one pure spirt ablaze.
Categories:
compartmentalized, appreciation, forgiveness, god, grief,
Form:
Quatrain
Genocide is a method discussed in Sun Tsu's writings,
The art of war through the use of internal fighting.
Divided and conquered by powerful political people,
We have been compartmentalized for control over diesel.
Vietnam and Cambodia were Nixon's criminal games,
To split a nation in half while dropping bombs like rain.
Hiring and paying the Vietcong and Khmer Rouge,
To kill their own people in the war they were bound to lose.
When will the United States ever be great or free,
When it's citizens unwittingly pay for war across the sea.
Open your eyes, my fellow Americans,
And look at what we've done,
Allowed our leaders who're full of arrogance,
To run rampant in their genocidal fun.
Categories:
compartmentalized, death, evil, political,
Form:
Rhyme
I am The Artiste.
I draws lines by cutting carcasses, among other things.
I am the crazed dancer, down pouring a diaspora of red essence and entrails as I sporadically spin.
I am the antagonist; the anti-hero jester with a ricin covered knife.
It’s poisoned point thrusted through regal robes; to rest in the fief, flesh and fealty of the king and his knights.
Making a mosaic of the martyred by combat and tactical subterfuge; again and again enacting battles of attrition.
Each successive version of ourselves adjacent to the next, compartmentalized in seclusive panoramic positions held together by Gravitons.
Vacuumed by a stretched string in infinite dimensions; making an Omni-vector to temper the fool.
Ah but I am the axiom of chaotic-kinetic dynamism; I distort lattices and break symmetry.
I am the Goldstone boson & Majorana fermion, I am the Tachyon.
I command my Pions to intersect and form a Rho.
Regimented in units, they leer over fortified Dirac and Neumann boundaries.
A coalition of rebellious Quasi-patrons; under siege by Gauge Synchronicities and Eigenstates.
But I am still my own worst enemy; myself and my anti-self.
When living in a world reborn on God’s Sword & Shield, many of us are left on edge and apprehensive; but we will always die in God’s heart.
From there after our remains are gestated; by the womb of empty space & silence, the true Matriarch Mother of skies.
Categories:
compartmentalized, anger, conflict, creation, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse
Moves To Zero
(Randometer Functionality)
Randometers measure sequential ordered elements
Coded, incomplete, repeating
Drawn to the core of reason compartmentalized
Run from pens with solid ink
Rounded shapes sink into paper
Compositionality on curved particulars considered
Don't let facts get in the way
Dots parade, line up in space
Run from pens with solid ink
Rounded shapes sink into paper
Redundant, coded, incomplete, repeating
Levers move, calculate the soul, holes within
Turn separable logic switches on with warmth
Circular conclusions measurements
Form comfort zones in gravity
Create fractions down to zero
Dream gears find permanence on new platforms
Equate levels 1 through 5 slide rule wise
Perform with accuracy
Complete their circuits
Move to measure electronic hours
Dictate which direction time moves on
Constituent components rise in the dark
Concepts must be formulaic
Come without warning in the morning
Zero intent in mind
Categories:
compartmentalized, absence, image, judgement, science,
Form:
Free verse
Oh, that magical age of 5 -that long-ago time
when memory sharpens and events recalled
get compartmentalized into something more
than mere wisps of mist! Infancy’s vast fog lifts!
My own childhood more vividly recalled began with a country lane
which took my younger sisters and me away from grandpa’s yellow house
past berry bushes and rows upon rows of corn; how happily we meandered.
A year passed. Away from Grandpa’s farm, I got to know new pathways.
These were the streets of my new home city, where my mother remarried.
I walked a labyrinth of new streets, alongside new siblings as well!
In winter’s frigid cold, I’d trudge the many blocks to school and back.
In summer’s heat, my many siblings and I would traipse three mile
just to relish swimming at the pool, licking ice cream cones on our way home.
Poor - but not in spirit - we walked and walked and walked. . .
My 13th year, I walked all my city’s streets selling Christmas cards in summer.
Boils festered on my arms, but I was determined to cover all my town.
That fall, I bought myself a purple bike with the money I had saved.
Another magical year it was! As my life picked up speed,
I left my childhood behind -
pedaling up grueling hills, then racing gleefully down them.
Nov. 28, 2018
Categories:
compartmentalized, childhood,
Form:
Free verse
The abstract is creative confusion,
Both infinite and void with its form.
Compartmentalized by any illusion,
Then broken down before any storm.
These pieces seem to only grow smaller,
As if invisible to a passing naked eye.
Yet they exist to a realm without limits,
Only imagined when we look to the sky.
This journey seeks to define a mountain,
By its integral simplicity, to a grain of sand.
Where time adds to the calculation,
Through erosion and complexities master plan.
Mankinds quest has always followed,
The need to know our placement, among all the rest.
Leading some to accept godly answers,
Though others look to empirically test.
While there's universal appeal that's growing,
A faithful vision resides to keep pace.
As the search for those quantum levels,
May provide understanding and ultimately, grace.
Categories:
compartmentalized, imagination, science,
Form:
Quatrain
your touch
Ability to speak
or walk sucked up
into your mind
compartmentalized
As if your spirit
was packing up shop
and taking your memories
on a long vacation,
telling your body
"Sorry hun, you
cannot go."
Locked inside
full conversations
where people
ask rudimentary
questions
and you reply mentally
"I do, I know, please
tell me what's been happening"
But they can't because
all they heard
was your
deafening silence
They search out
some semblance
of recognition
in your eyes,
but few know
how it feels to have
your mentality
without
your faculties
Body departed
while mind
remains home
becoming an unwilling
participant in your own
prison experiment
trapped between words
and the inability to speak them
because you didn't recognize
that this could be your
final farewell
everyone
remained unaware
Categories:
compartmentalized, farewell, leaving, writing,
Form:
Free verse
In walls of my mind, I build small spaces..
Each locked box holds stories, hiding faces.
Life dissected, neatly compartmentalized..
I shuffle through words, keeping pain disguised.
But in thoughts confined, truth seeks emancipation..
Yearning for unity, escaping separation.
For in bringing fragments together, I find release..
A patchwork poem that grants my soul inner peace.
24th July 2023
Compartmentalization
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
compartmentalized, class, life, self, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
Love’s wheel must be steered in honesty
The unity we once had turned into ice
I believed in her heart but
Deep down I never thought we would grow apart!
In reality, it takes courage and grit to break cultural banners
Many of us do not have that ability
Yet for me it was the only thing that brought tranquillity!
I was fit enough to love her beyond the norm
Her weakness was her strength in disguise
Yet we walked in beauty as it continues to rise!
At times we faced a golden surprise
Because a love should be tested in
Order to see if it can be trusted!
Love is not a game
It is a shame that our past grab us both!
Love that is so compartmentalized will
Find itself shaped in the fountain of error!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Categories:
compartmentalized, love,
Form:
Free verse
Four hang ups, no messages left.
Bereft of those moments near the phone,
a lonely heart could only hope it was you
who called while I was required to be away.
A pay phone call would disguise my ID.
Pleas of "Don't leave," beg from your invisible line.
Mine whispers and tugs "I still love you,"
through a muffled extended phone cord,
stored on a thrift store shelf, buried under
wonders alike, like an answering machine
screened of every piece of you it could seek,
antique now, shrouded in nineties' time,
grimy like the thought of being torn apart.
Compartmentalized moments spent
pent up inside on sunny days to not miss
kisses through a magic sound piece
cease to exist in real time, but two could dream.
Seemingly so far away, but in one chance
glance from beyond thrift store isles,
smiles meet again through unscreened numbers.
3-22-2020
Categories:
compartmentalized, devotion, mystery, perspective, teen
Form:
Free verse
COMPARTMENTALIZATION
Friends, absolutely believe why
not in the “Loony Bin?
Compartmentalized my stresses,
so messes … not get in!
Compartments help me remember,
one illness at a time.
Must do cause, "nine" problems have, not
about to loose ... my mind!
Compartments, real life savers, now
one job at time, tackle.
Improved old age focus, glad
husband … didn't spackle.
Compartmentalize medications
if don't, embarrassed be.
Took water pills, before party,
oops … in “Depend’s” did pee.
Doc’s now compartmentalize, which
body part they'll inspect.
Last visit showed my sagging boobs,
examine ... was for my neck!
Crucial to compartmentalize, must
do each week heard some say.
Might put off till tomorrow, cause
tomorrows ... another day.
July 31, 2023
Contest: compartmentalization
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
compartmentalized, funny, hilarious, old, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
I have worked in ten schools as a school counselor.
I have had twelve administrators over twenty-seven years.
This one was the quintessential ridiculous administrator.
Let’s call her Dorothy Doo Wrong.
Dorothy Doo Wrong compartmentalized grades 3rd-5th.
This ensures teachers never get to bond with their class.
It is impossible to bond with children you only see half the time.
Dorothy Doo Wrong says no matter what you are supposed to say
“You are not in trouble.”
Teachers need to practice this, for the times that a student might
hit someone, hurt someone, or kill someone.
And you should never act angry.
I was doing lunch duty once when a child put another child in a head lock.
It thought he was going to choke him to death before I could get there.
He argued with me in a yelling way when I told him to go to the office.
When I used a walkie-talkie to say “child has another child in headlock,
I am sending him to the office, DDW said “okay.”
Two seconds later a child in the lunchroom threw food.
I picked up the walkie talkie and said “Sending student to office for throwing food.
Dorothy Doo Wrong yelled “I AM COMING DOWN THERE!”
She came with the head lock choking kid. Gave him another chance.
Later I was told she LOST her COOL when head lock choker did it again
and then the food-thrower threw food.
Wish I could have been there.
Categories:
compartmentalized, school,
Form:
Narrative