Best Consumed Poems
Are we truly masters of our own destiny
Or are we lost, left slipping on the edge of fate
Bloody and bruised knuckles just trying for dear life to hang on
Constantly we deny our own existence
Letting the past consume us, as we dwell on hate
Love all but gone from this world
Misery left in its wake
Foiled, manipulated and confused
Mindless fools left paused as life carries on
A puppet draped with tangled strings
Doing what's expected not what we want
So many dreams left splintered as fragments of life pass us by
Forever clouded, lost in the smoke from bridges we have burnt
Do we turn a blind eye as the world screams for help
Muffled by societies pillow
Do we turn away..ignorant and wait till its left laying limp
Lifeless on the floor
Our world no more..
This World That Takes
I gave too much.
A chalice filled to the brim,
pouring over,
love spilling, although unasked for,
but the world took it anyway.
It takes.
All it does is take.
It absorbs every light, every warmth,
leaving none to spare, none to return.
People—so consumed by their mirrors,
worshipping their own reflections.
Social media becomes their altar,
their source of love, their sense of giving.
They pour themselves into screens,
into curated images, fleeting likes,
forgetting that we stand here,
in the real world, arms outstretched,
offering love, offering compassion.
But they don’t see us.
They can’t see past the glow of their screens.
I believed in love, in giving, in healing.
I thought the world could change,
that it could soften beneath the weight of care.
But this world grinds those who love
into dust.
It chews through the tender,
spits out the remains.
Perhaps it’s not me who is broken.
Perhaps it’s the world.
This world isn’t good enough for me.
For a heart that holds oceans,
for love immeasurable for unyielding soil.
Perhaps the fault isn’t mine,
but in the world that took and never saw.
Still, I wonder—
how much longer can I pour myself out,
before I fade into the very dust it leaves behind?
Written by:Hannah McMorris
I feel the agony
Crawling up my legs
Gnawing at my arms
Ripping into me
Trying to take over
I fight and fight
Till the pain grows
Never stopping as it eats away at me
Ripping through me.
Many might believe
It’s simple to be consumed
that it’s quick and painless
but I know the feeling.
The sickening feeling of being devoured and consumed by the righteous,
But come to think of it,
I preferred the darkness more.
drawn, I'm upon she
hungered be, throne grown we
unification
.
Let the words I speak
Be unto you
Let the one I seek
Be only you
And let my heart beat
Beat for you
And let my soul
Burn for you
Til I'm consumed
Until I'm consumed
.
Won't you take all of me
Until your image in me
is all you see
But You won't take what I won't give
And my sin won't die until You live
Inside of me
I feel I'm hangin by a thread
This old man just isn't dead
I keep reviving him instead of trusting You
.
So Let the words I speak
Be unto you
Let the one I seek
Be only you
And let my heart beat
Beat for you
And let my soul
Burn for you
Til I'm consumed
Until I'm consumed
.
And when my day comes
To an end
And I look back at where I have been
Many roads I've traveled
Sure took a wrong turn now and then
I need You just as much right now, as I did back then
.
So Let the words I speak
Be unto you
Let the one I seek
Be only you
And let my heart beat
Beat for you
And let my soul
Burn for you
Til I'm consumed
Until I'm consumed
.
Let there never be a doubt
That You changed me from the inside out
It was only You all along
I could never be that strong
On my own
.
Let the words I speak
Be unto you
Let the one I seek
Be only you
And let my heart beat
Beat for you
And let my soul
Burn for you
Til I'm consumed
Until I'm consumed
Until everything in me
Looks just like You
Venom drips from his tongue in honeyed splendor
He mesmerizes his audience with a Cobratic symphony
Slithering under their high expectations
He possesses a patient elegance
Skills learned in an ancient garden
His invitation so enticing
They are the unsuspecting mice
Gobbling up snow colored treats
Imbedded in healthy labels
Glazed diabetic eyes
Look on in confusion
Lost in pretty mazes
Addicted to "bliss points"
Sugar
Sweet sugar
Tobacco's evil sister
The expansion of a nation
Spilling over belted borders
He starts them young
Keeps them within his pythoned grip
Twenty five teaspoons a day
Drains away their resistance
Supersize
Dietize
Energize
Let them have their cake and eat it too
The many will become the few
Before they know it, they'll be eaten by you
A once great nation
Consumed
Lusting
Passion consumed
Without concern again
Reveals very saucy nature
Lover
© 2014 CM Davidson
wasting away
weary and doubt riddled
eroded memories
Two portabella caps Stems removed deeply and diced.
Frills down in olive oil and butter (with stem pieces)
Pan hot
Flip to frills up
Fill with italian dressing and cheddar cheese
Fry covered at simmer
Steam spinach
Steam parsnips in buttered water
Saute two filet mignon wrapped in bacon
divide equally on two plates
Sip wine and share the joy with friends
Descending,
I manipulate and manoeuvre for the updraft
Spluttering,
I spiral down, then briefly up again, to glimpse a glowing sky
Flapping,
I fall forever faster, flat-eagled
Plunging,
I watch the unwelcome gloom envelope my horizon
Tumbling,
I twist, turn and turbulate, ... then the thudding thump
Gasping,
I groan and exhale, a noiseless moan
Curling,
I recoil as innards become outward form
Emerging,
a base inside-out creature crawls and creeps
Tasting,
the tongue-tied intestines and the unseeing socket eyes
Groping,
a gruesome grub befriends the worm and slurps the slug-slime
Engorging,
as flaunted members flail blood and flick licky, sticky fluid
Reforming,
dim visions populate carnal shapes with awful movement
Gaping,
a fearful half-formed and startled face averts its gaze
Residing,
in deep gutter niches... these are my companion dwellers
Wallowing,
I sniff a redolent upswell of dank fissured earth
Disturbing,
I scrape, cleave and wipe away a smear of covering soil
Trembling,
I sense a warmth of body, a stretching of exotic wings
Enquiring,
I mutter clumsy overtures and crude enticements
Retreating,
I hear unmistaken rebuke and a sigh of disappointment
Imploring,
I elevate my utterances and seek a further hearing
Caressing,
I feel a welcoming and forgiving response
Pulsing,
the creature's cocoon gives way to nebulous female form
Ascending,
at first a cherub woman smiles playfully down on me
Transforming,
a stimulating and sensuous siren cavorts and teases
Uplifting,
wings gather me in for a swooping flight of fancy
Revealing,
from above, her intimate view of dwellers in the hinterland
Coaxing,
she fills me now with empathy and understanding
Alighting,
my body-mind lies prone beneath her
Tingling,
I feel her form and thoughts slowly enter and encompass me
Exploring,
I arouse and we gently probe between lips and sphincter
Delving,
I follow our rhythm of kiss, taste, touch and thrust
Wandering,
I experience our ambiguous male and female desire
Playing,
I laugh at how we tickle our innocence and sophistication
Loving,
I know for delirious moments what it is to be another
Consumed,
lost in coexistence with a like- but more extraordinary- mind
She was passion personified
With suicidal tendencies
One step from going over the edge
A lopsided smile with a twinkle in her eye
With just a hint sadness
She moved with the grace of an angel
Hearts fluttered as she walked by
Men intoxicated by her presence
A fight could break out at a moment's notice
Drama just followed her like a queen
Men sacrificed themselves on her altar
Drawn to sexy wrapped with a crazy bow
She consumed them with each passionate touch
Needing their love to satisfy that longing
Yet there wasn't a heart where it could flow
When morning comes their beds are empty
She rises before the light of day
Away from them their imagined angel
She leave a feather on their bed
Heads out the door and flies away
Imaginations
first haiku
glimmering moments
inner warmth distributed
as beauty displayed
second haiku
autumn flirtation
exhibits colorful joy
after summer break
09/19/2016
Those totally consumed with self
don’t view the world through humane eyes.
Ambition is not wrong, they feel.
To strive to reach the top is wise.
True narcissism goes beyond
mere drive to have the best in life.
It smothers all esteem of others*
and blinds them to another’s strife.
For those who worship self and gain,
it takes a great catastrophe
or else, for some, a still small voice*
to shake them so the truth they’ll see.
With ego shorn and now reborn,
the rescued start to see the light.
Their love for others resurrects.*
They help the challenged in their plight.
They still want to acquire the best,
but self is not their lone concern.
To be supreme in our own eyes
is simply wrong. This, all should learn.
entered in the Ego Shorn Here Now Reborn Poetry Contest
Received NA on July 14, 2022
December 3, 2022
Contest: Writing Challenge-X'd Poems Second Chance Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance Placed 1st
I trod the volcanic soil of past relationships
Down until the river ran red
And where the cobalt ribbons threaded
Skies with golden studs embedded,
Encrusting precious metals in my centrifugal head.
As they turned and spun the alchemy of ages past
Round until their substance re-combined,
And the chemical reactions
Changed the future days by fractions,
Revisions of the outcomes in my sore eccentric mind.
How I walked the blind-alley warrens of stone
Out onto the cliff-tops by the sea,
Where the gulls were made of wires
And they dripped baptismal fires
Upon the alternate alternatives of my reality.
I cried and consumed the static of lingerie
Face first into the channel of her breasts,
Whereupon perfumed emissions
In her loin of nuclear fissions,
I consumed her sex and life and then began on all the rest.
Last night was no different
I cried myself to sleep again
I haven't fallen asleep peacefully
Since cannot remember when
My broken heart it pains me
And I can't keep the tears away
Maybe my heart will heal soon
But today will not be that day
I'm empty without your love
Im left feeling barren inside
It's not just a broken heart
It's a part of my soul that died
Maybe I loved you more
Then I could ever show
I believe I may love you
More than even I know
Know im lonely without you
I'm clinging to your memory
I think it makes this worse
I've been consumed by misery