Best Crooked Poems
We lived in a crooked house.
Built on a muddy mound of hope with the corpse of yesterday half buried beneath
Sad eyes and smiley faces. A gilded countenance to pair the four walled fiction – Painted thin; only just enough to cover our cracks.
Widening like morning eyes; a mirrored reflection.
Dancing in a zigzag to the tune of the tremors. An ugly soundtrack coaxing ugly art.
Those damp walls. The cracks swallowing torrents from eyes in the sky
Wide eyed boys watching sliding droplets crashing into droplets. Swallowed like pride.
Doors jammed in water seeped jambes. Knotted and gnarled. A need for a greave
Trees weeping at what they witness from the outside looking in. Shedding leaves for tears.
Oft trampled floor boards creaking and crying in solidarity with those that walk its back
Whisper and scurry light-footed like mice in a hurry so easily scared by the wall breaching wind
Trying hard not to wake the monster sleeping downstairs - Breath held like tongues, voices low
Like the swing in the garden tied to the tired branch of the hunched tree. Seat sunk in mud. Ashamed.
A tip toe down the slippery stairs; in fear of drowning in the basement swimming pool. A watery hell
Festering in the bowels of this building ever since the burgeoning moat breached the ramparts of this faux castle.
Lopsided family photo frames hanging by a thread. Nailed to crumbling walls. A slipping semblance of home.
The rising cigarette smoke staining the walls like those words from the same pursed lips from the mind so hard to rid
A cloudy plume with no silver lining; an excuse for eyes to water; blurring those family portraits.
That poisoned smog escaping through the chimney. Blown out over spluttering trees aghast at what this house concealed.
The wind once blew from the west. The house had many faces then but when the east wind struck its walls, the face it pulled it stuck. Doubled over, bent and crooked.
The trees perished like dreams and time brought change
But this crooked house remained the same.
Categories:
crooked, childhood, home, memory, sad,
Form:
Free verse
If your Crown is Crooked, the force of my wind shook it.
You will feel it, and you will look it. Guess what, I will hook it
I own my reign, crowns, diamonds, and only gains.
You dropped your code, haven't you been told
now you are old. Go back to your abode
I'm here to stay, doing me my way.
Its already started, watch me heart it!!!
If your crown is crooked, it sure will look it
here to stay, get out my way.
All eyes on me, can't you see
the real Queen Bee is for the world to see
If your Crown is crooked, I will hook it
Get in my background, watch me turn this around.
Diva say your prayers, I have no cares
It's my turn, watch me burn!!!!
If your crown is crooked, my wind shook it
remember, they come to see the crown
full splendor all the way around
I got my chance, to take my stance
and make them all prance
If your Crown is crooked, my wind shook it!!!!
Categories:
crooked, adventure, beauty, confidence, courage,
Form:
Free verse
When she named Jack as her val,
I knew him never to be a pal,
To the naive girl with the eyes of dove,
For this rascal has been known to shove,
Every soul who has been his prey,
Leaving them all with the eyes of grey.
But Cinderella was sure she will not be the same,
Like the other girls who didn't know how to tame,
The crooked guy with the dreamy eyes.
She rode foolishly on the rascal cheeky lies.
But landed with a thud too bad to mend,
And the crooked val laughed scornfully at her sorry end.
This Cinderella is in many girls I see today,
In a twinkling of an eye they eat their future away,
With just a morsel, a future is marred.
With just a morsel, a destiny is barred.
14/2/19
Categories:
crooked, crush, love, love hurts,
Form:
Rhyme
Consuming fire
Bitter ire
Eating away at me,
Turning me into ash.
Burning fire
All consuming ire
Smiling has become strange.
It seems that I've really changed.
Everything I once knew,
Grew a crooked smile and ran away.
Damning fire
Strengthening ire
And all I can do is laugh.
It's not a nice sound.
But neither is,
Lasting fire.
Categories:
crooked, anxiety, corruption, dark, fire,
Form:
Free verse
He walks crooked like a cowboy
Who has ridden many a mile
Gritty fingers holding old pipe
Wrinkled face and greying mustache
Looking wisely to the night sky
No smile passes over his lips
His is the path of a loner
A choice to walk life's road this way
Head down one step follows the next
Dim lit his eyes travel old paths
Regrets he has carried with him
Because of the choices he made
You might think he's nothing special
But that is far yes far from true
He has many stories to tell
Listen closely I will tell one
It's true he once was young like you
Kind of handsome in his own way
Women had thought that he was cool
Quiet playful with a fast smile
There was just one that he wanted
Hair of auburn pretty green eyes
But she didn't give him a chance
For he had no cash in his hands
One day with her would be heaven
Wanting her love consumed his soul
Planning to rob a bank of cash
Would prove to be a big mistake
All he wanted was her sweet love
Yes in the end he did get caught
Off to prison for his mistake
Him in shackles he seen her smile
Many years passed his debt was paid
Upon the bunk his sad heart sunk
Within his mind that choice relived
Her love not worth the years he lost
Now much older wiser as well
He is quiet and all alone
Stories many you've heard one here
A sad tale of a girl and gun!
Form Iambic Tetrameter
For Georgio's Structured Forms Contest.
His story required more than 28 lines to tell it fully.
Written: December 5th, 6th and 7th.
My first attempt at this form, forgive me being long winded.
Categories:
crooked, angst, loneliness, , sweet
Form:
He'd swindle fate, but they bought in
protected by a badge' restraint,
the pusher, in a ring, his nose
would deal with any dealing's pose!
So "sell for us" ~ the deputy's roll
& County Attorney "in the know!"
The sentence lightened, they'd absorb,
"be on our team" ~ part of the corp!
So down to earth, one jury's word
would ridicule this motion serve,
and if your caught, legal reserve
is always waiting ~ why lose nerve!
It's open season, dope's the word,
the Deputy's fix, with license lured
by silence that is kept observed ~
it's who you are, not what occurred!
He's Sheriff now ~ this bridging's game
took him uphill ~ crimes not to blame,
see now if justice could disdain,
his uniform speaks ~ what's in it . . . . feigns!
Categories:
crooked, native american, political, sad
Form:
Monorhyme
crooked arrows
growing politics to
feed the people
Categories:
crooked, political,
Form:
Haiku
You pried your way deep into their pain and into their pockets
With wickedness and words you popped the lock and opened up Pandoras box
Fueled by the gasoline of greed now you know you just can't slow down or stop
Come down off your crooked cross
They say that truth is a thorn in the side of the sinister
Never meaning what you say
Making messes of the message...a million starts but never a finisher
You only count the cash and never the cost
You liar to the lost
You leach attached to love
You raven in the roost dressed just like a dove
In that system of subtraction you bring liability and loss
Come down off your crooked cross
Getting higher on the praise you're a counterfeit clown
Shooting bible verses just like bullets bringing blood
You sing the same sad song...GIVE UNTIL IT HURTS
Ruthless and relentless till gravity it grips you and pulls you to the ground
Because what goes up comes crashing down
Smiling sick like the sun soon you'll be wearing a frown
Someday you'll have to answer to that big bad boss
Come down off your crooked cross
Maniacal mist of the miracle man...slick shark turned to sushi that's the masters plan
Lion wearing a lambsmask
Looking for a kill you watch innocence get iced
Now your disguises of desire they all get stripped
Sin is staring at you...straight from the abyss
Time to repent before you take that fatal trip
Before your sorry soul gets spent
Just like a rotten apple that fell too hard from grace now you turn to sauce
Come down off your crooked cross
Categories:
crooked, bible, corruption,
Form:
Blank verse
As I stand here gazing upon
A row of trees nearing their demise
My mind is overcome by a barrage
Of paralyzing truths
That have contaminated my spirit
Like a river transposing itself
Into an infested swamp
Nonetheless, the sight before me
Whispers to my imagination
This family tree is crooked:
What compels ones sister
To seduce another sisters husband?
Just yesterday they were sharing
Clothes and make-up
Today, they share the same lover
The tree has become withered:
Susie flees from home again
While Uncle Jake is far too under
The chains of influence to notice
I thought children came first
Then alcohol was second
That tree has shaded to grey:
Tony searches for drug money
While Aunt Sara is on the prowel
For a new husband at
The corner tavern again
However, I did not realize
New uncles were so easy to find
The branches are twisted:
Mommy never kissed Santa Claus
On Christmas eve night,
Instead, Aunt Sharon was kissing
Her husbands brother under the mistletoe
After everyone went to sleep
Or so they thought,
An old song takes on a new meaning
All the leaves have fallen:
Great grandmother loved reciting
Stories of the family history
It is now that I understand why,
She left some tales untold
So I wonder,
Who planted these trees?
Categories:
crooked, imagination, visionary, family, tree,
Form:
Free verse
lack of oxygen
floating hearts or jumbled thoughts
they labeled it love
combined it with red and white
cupid and his curved arrow
Categories:
crooked, funny, love,
Form:
Tanka
They say that "God writes straight with crooked lines"
we seek control, but perhaps that confines
God's Will, Plan, compassionate designs
it's up to Him, the One who defines
what's good and true, thus His Mercy shines
along shared paths where friendship entwines
the heart-grown courage God's Hope aligns
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Inspired by just having finished reading--
LINES OF COURAGE by Jennifer A. Nielsen
Categories:
crooked, books, courage, friendship, heart,
Form:
Monorhyme
A long long time ago
Before digital took over the planet.
My grandfather was n airman in WW2.
He never dropped a single bomb
or even fired a weapon in that war..
He was a bit of a pacifist
live and let live was his way.
Instead he aimed camera lenses
at the Germans snapping their country
on his belly lay on the planes belly.
At the airbase in the UK he printed his photographs.
enough to cover a airfield.
He met an English lady in the darkroom.
They printed their photographs together
mixing fixer and develop[er.
She got used to his crooked smile and big hands
He got used to her being there.
When the war ended he returned to the states
and opened a camera and photography shop.
He built a darkroom by hand
when it was finished he went back to England
on a cargo ship
and found the lady in darkroom.
he asked her to marry him
and she accepted.
when they returned to New York
he showed her the darkroom he built for them.
On the door was a note
held by a thumbtack
It said I fell in love with you
in the dark
but I want you to follow the light
with me for the rest of our lives.
A year later my dad was born
with a crooked smile and big hands
and also his love of photography.
He had the eye for
color and shadow and light.
After I was born I did not follow the
love of photography.
But would get into trouble at school
for writing poems in the margins
of my work books.
I found grandmas note that was
pinned on the darkroom door
she passed a way a few weeks ago.
And I was moved to tell this story.
Follow the light Grandma love.
look for a big man with crooked smile
and big hands hes waiting for you.
Categories:
crooked, england, grandparents, history, life,
Form:
Free verse
THE LOVER WITH CROOKED WINGS
Shadowy
Vows--
Mendacious
Words
Crooked wings
Affect a bird.
V. Anderson-Throop
Categories:
crooked, judgement, life, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
In this crooked chair i sit
at this crooked table
at this crooked desk
and write my crooked thoughts
looking out the crooked window
out onto the crooked crooked street
thinking about how crooked the world is
when suddleny is top and realise
the crooked people arent crooks
everything is crooked
crooked jails
crooked hospitlas
crooked business men lawyers and politiicians
crooked churches crooked steeples
crooked believers crooked people
it was perfect perfect and crooked
crookedly perfect
perfect people
perfect houses
perfect airplanes
and perfect yachts
perfect make me sick
keeping up with the joneses
perfect white teeth
perfect bodies
perfect hair
perfect health
thwey werent crooked?
were they?
croooked like me?
crooked like them crooked in a world full of rooked people and the crookedest
thing to do was to stand straight
and make a show of it!!
whose going to replace all of this crooked ness and turn this beautiful now?
Categories:
crooked, art, confusion, depression, funny,
Form:
Free verse
Saw the prints so there I track
Standing here on the edge of the crack
An alarming abyss and no turning back
Peeking around in deep dark places
There to find small little traces
Of successes in life and all the disgraces
There laid before me in my hand
Not even a mere speck of sand
Among the scheme of things so grand
Soaring so high up and away
Clearer there the light of day
Watching in wonder the superlative display
Climbing up on wings to take a ride
Naked and leaving behind all aside
With no reason at all or desire to hide
No words invented could ever convey
The visions there that come my way
As I sit and ponder my thoughts today
Some are good and some are bad
Then of those that make me sad
And of course so very happy and glad
If wanting to sing while walking along
Don't track in the dark places for much too long
And never try to create your own words to the song
Bad things can happen along the while
But upon my face I want to wear a smile
As I travel along that last crooked mile
Categories:
crooked, inspirational, introspection, life, visionarywords,
Form:
Rhyme