Best Contemptuously Poems

He stood at the French window fascinated with the storm outside.
Thunder boomed as lightening formed serpents in the ebony sky.
There would be no rainbows beneath the heavy dark clouds.

The uncouth woman lay supine on a comfortable couch
She looked at him almost contemptuously like a jilted...

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Written: September 19, 2023
Mocking The Dead Poetry Contest           Sponsored by: Silent One 
"Do not be afraid of death. Death transforms to something wider. Death is where it all starts but it is not the end."...

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Sophie's sweat 
landscapes
the claret red horizon
thick serum
trickles 
from a Sickroom -
a death ward

where cracked knuckles
spatter the fjords 
moistening the planks;
bathing the laths of anxiety
‘neath 
marquis de sade stumps

Norwegian expressions of death -
agoraphobia
murdering actuality;
the Dance of Life
rapidly burns
as a funeral pyre of Ashes are
seized from
your tribe’s...

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SONNET IN THE WIND
(The Archer)


Hark! What wind doth blow in yonder forest
Stirring the spirit of a long dead archer
In his endless search for the unwary doe
He stealthily lifts his bow – aiming hurriedly
His shot misses – his prey flees – frightened 
Alas! He trudges onward...

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Money has no color, 
whether it came from Black, White, Asian 
or any other tribesman, a dollar is a dollar, not more or less.

Money doesn’t smell, 
therefore, it weighs the same, whether it comes from
marijuana dealer’s pocket or holy temple’s offering basket.

Money doesn’t have a...

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I was then and I am now, 		
Never a time when I wasn’t around, 
Warm I am, howbeit frigid I can be, 
Been through times when have been on my knees.
Always to lift both spirits and sand,
Across the sea, lashing at the stands,
 
The forests...

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I'm the Master of my destiny.
No one can take that away from me.
Many will try but they will see.
I'm the master of my destiny.

I'm the master of my destiny.
I really don't care what they think of me.
They can try and try, contemptuously, but
I'm the master...

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Well now, beneath the darkest realms
In nightmarish gists, I am the one
Who instills fear and in putrescence I dwell
In variety, isocheimal ulteriority is all I've done

Laureled with the metallic lustres of death
And shining with the fires of vengeance
Animosity is the origin of my libellous wreaths
Where...

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Cold and damp winter fog
Creeping, seeping, contemptuously
Deepening, ever more heaping,
Invading, pervading my soul.

Like pulling off the freeway,
The "I" now moves at a different speed,
Trapped in a helter skelter tempest.

Slipping past the cool mists of autumn,
Descending further into the depths,
Of the season my soul is despair.

Emotional...

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SONNET IN THE WIND
(The Archer)


Hark! What wind doth blow in yonder forest
Stirring the spirit of a long dead archer
In his endless search for the unwary doe
He stealthily lifts his bow – aiming hurriedly
His shot misses – his prey flees – frightened 
Alas! He trudges onward...

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Self-perfidy ignites the story again
Contemptuously, I run to my patience's edge;
Strain it further, till I make the inner-burst.
Then, retreat callously, pricked by mundane-me.


Stuffing disgust, within air already replete with loathe
Growing old meaninglessly was never been so apparent.
Earthly cravings enshroud 'tomorrow-shines' Dreams  
Habituated to condone...

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Yet again I hear the sirens of a police car screech to a stop outside
A door being kicked in the arrested taken away yet another pointless ride
Probably a drugs bust or another weapons seizure
Life on this estate seems to get sleazier and sleazier

It wasn’t this...

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Hey Toadus!
Make
A ham sandwich
Such that I
May consume it
At my leisure…

Hey Toadus!
That
Ham sandwich
Is very good
Might I 
Have another?

Yes Sir
I will be quite glad
To make
As many
Ham sandwiches
As you desire

Hey Toadus!
Don’t patronize me, nor snicker contemptuously whilst my back be turned!

Of course not, sir
Catering to your whims is...

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Lisa, a freshman in our residential hall sister-suite, and I have become fast friends over the last couple of weeks. Before we began hanging out I penned a piece about her that she thought was hilarious. Last Friday night Lisa and I were supposed to...

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A Soldier That Lost His All

Despite his means, despite his plight
He rendered help to those in need,
No place he had fixed for each night
His life lived in faith and creed.
Dressed in tatters, braved the cold
Ragged shoes, save his sole.
Thanked the Lord, each day he spent
Ate...

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