Best Crushing Blow Poems
Many times ive questioned my purpose
In my days upon this earth
Its something i have struggled with
From the days since my birth
Ive wandered to and fro in life
Ive seen good fortune pass me by
Ive felt the crushing blow of heartaches
And seen many tears fall from my eyes
Theres times ive made poor choices
Where consequences rendered pain
And regretful hurtful actions
I can never take back again
I can only be honest with my creator
Who knows my true heart inside
And now its in his grace and comfort
Where i now choose to reside
I will never judge another soul
As i have my own flaws to bear
And i have chosen to be forgiving
And to show more love and care.
It matters not how people see me
Or how their words may tear me apart
It only matters that before my God
He sees my truest heart.
Now that my days have come full circle
And i sit and ponder over my past
It is only the things ive done for Christ
That will forever last.
You built a castle out of breath,
And placed your trust inside its walls,
Defying gravity and death,
Before the sudden shadow falls.
You listened to the golden word,
And let it anchor in your chest,
The sweetest song you ever heard,
A gentle bird within its nest.
But words are vapor in the wind,
And vows can vanish overnight,
Leaving the fragile mind chagrined,
To watch the tether fade from sight.
That’s how the quiet fractures grow,
Inside the chambers of the mind,
When you believe in promises,
And leave all caution far behind.
The sharpest shatter comes from trust,
A sudden, heavy, crushing blow,
That turns the silver into dust,
And leaves you bleeding in the snow.
In youth I learned to jump
First off steps, then rooftops
Spirit of adventure
Nurtured in the heart of a child
Preschool acrobat twirling on my head
Grandma swatted my bottom
Repeated words like Tomboy
Never learned to be ladylike
Catholic school discipline
Uniforms, religion classes, daily mass
Never satisfied with any accomplishment
Even the nuns called me “perfectionist”
Blessed with storytellers in my family
Dad and sis would send me to dreamland
On the wings of a unicorn
Or Shakespeare’s amazing plays
Family and friends I hold dear
Each has influenced my thinking
I learned to offer support in troubled times
And to thank God every day for special people
Unable to have children
The most crushing blow
Accepted at a young age
But rued for a lifetime
Lover of Jack London, John Steinbeck
From Jack, I found adventure
From John, I learned compassion
Dickinson’s poetry touched my heart
If I can find a way
To make a friend feel joy
Then this is my mission
Comforter, nurturer
November 16, 2020
For Silent One’s “It's a part of me - Life and the perceptions and philosophies you hold Poetry Contest.”
I don't love you anymore
But I don't love you any less
Thanks to Judy Konos
She still longs for my caress
When I first read her words
I literally burst into tears
Seemed like such a crushing blow
I downed a keg of beer
But when I read the rest of the phrase
I was suddenly okay again
She's a real sweetie, this Judy Konos
To put it simply, she's a gem
Love her humour, my kind of gal
Sorry I don't love you anymore
But sweetie, I don't love you any less
Our friendship can't be ignored
© Jack Ellison 2015
Dedicated to my dear friend, Judy Konos
I was your bride, stood by your side - now you have lied
I said before; lies I abhor… you told me four
Words get heated, you’d cheated , I feel defeated
Your mum is sad and tells your dad, I’m boiling mad!
That blonde masseur - you’d slept with her, my minds a blur
I see red, you’d defiled our bed … your ego fed
You low life lout I scream and shout - I throw you out
I’ve packed your bag … go to that hag - soon tongues will wag
You’ve got no dough a crushing blow … she says just go!
A home you lack, can you come back - sling your hook Jack!
Keen Observation I Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Funom Makama
08/17/20
Pardon me……
Did u just see……….
A flock of lies,
A murder of fleas,
Swarm together,
To descend, on a farmland of truth.
brimmed up minds with ideas uncouth.
Pardon me……
Did u just see……….
Lessons, learning, emotions & love
Devouvered.
Pardon me……
Did u just see……….
Amidst misty backdrops the sun shivers,
As the silent breeze in the cold quivers.
Between the dawn and sunlight,
Lies trapped a day of anticipated surprise.
Pardon me……
Did u just see……….
As moments drop past……
The tangerine sunlight.
Pardon me……
Did u just see……….
As farmyards of life bask in sunlight,
Mind chokes in dark ideas not so bright.
A flock of lies……….
Another crushing blow for the truth ...but it never dies….
The deterioration in his face it was like
a withered rose in winter
What she said to him felt like a shard
of metal go through his heart
The harsh words of thee
could tare down any soul
but they're people out there
who do not understand the
crushing words the put
into hand
How could people be so mean
and the hurt this poor wonderer
constantly feels
he try's not to show the
unmerciful hurt But I can
see right through it because
I am the hurt
Trump Elevetation to Popularity
Trump popularity is extraordinary
Draws those of low income and ordinary
And what we never know
Who next on will throw a crushing blow
Attitude between ist's and ism's does vary.
This includes all ism's except realism
and catechism. Jim Horn
Within Me…
I don’t think I’ll make it
Through another year
The wear and tear keeps breaking me down
Though I will not shed a tear
The darkness that’s upon me
Never fades to reveal light
Fears alone that I see
Hide so deep within me
Completely out of sight…
The weight I feel upon me
Sinks me like a stone
And though it seems at times I rise back up
I always deal with it alone
No words can heal these wounds
No consolation calls
Silence that surrounds me
And screams so deep within me
Echo off of all the walls…
Walls I’ve built within me
Walls I’ve built around
The house of cards is crumbling now
But still falls without a sound
The fears I’ve kept inside me
All of those I cannot face
Have finally dealt to me
This crushing blow
That has led to my fall from grace…
I hear the trumpet sounding,
People are running, shouting, I feel my heart pounding.
Some fall to their knees in prayer, others try to hide,
This is the prophesied day yet so many are horrified.
But the day of forgiveness has past, the day of grace and mercy are gone,
The day of reckoning is here, where the final line is drawn.
No more chances, no more can you repent,
Heaven or hell, bliss or a life filled with torment.
Can you picture this, Jesus looking you in the face and saying go from me I know ye not,
A crushing blow for many because they turned their backs on Him, and He had not forgot.
He knows your heart, and reads you like an open book,
Whatever mask you wear He sees through it with just one look.
For some this will be a day of jubilee,
To be in the presence of the man who preached the word from Galilee.
But to so many this day will be the day they lose their very souls,
Because they refused to accept Jesus as their Savior and make His ways their goals.
The opposition of love is to hate, for the sake of life for life is to create.only to debate a crushing blow to your everyday life, a moment I the night, for what's life worth, only to sleep like the birth of a child, in a world gone wild. The simmering lives of wives who dispise their husbands, may life stays above them, when love turns tragicly, mysteriously uncommitted, the submission of love has been uninvited, delighted by the nature of life, only to live as plants, only to stand like ants. The proposition of what's inside me is not to be taking forgranted, my life stood slanted, on this planet called earth, for may the sun rise on top of the moon, in a life of hurt. So may I feel pain in the shadows of the darkness, defined by evil, no place to live for life to be equal, the last sequel to surrender to god for life is hard. Only live inside of me, I challenge myself to be, one with dignaty and pride, to be ashamed with everything to hide, only to disgusied, what's deep inside, may live through great tragedy, the anatomy of me, only deep inside may my life is meant to be.
The clock stopped ticking,
my ears are ringing
Tale, tale signs that something is wrong here
Everything looks normal,
nothing out of place
Then I looked in the mantel mirror
And seen that horrid face.
Not the reflection of a man,
or anything I've ever seen
His eyes were so hypnotic
They seemed to lock onto me.
He only spoke two words
but they were loud and clear
They will haunt my soul all my days
He looked at me and said “Just You”
with a blackened tooth grin
He wants me as his princes
His spoils of war so to speak
To make me his blushing human bride
And the queen of all lost souls
This was way more than I could bear
I tried to say no
Each one bringing a crushing blow
Rebuffing his every attempt
each time his anger grew
And my will was becoming spent.
With my final exhausted breaths
I begged NO let me go
And he laughs and swore to kill all I love unless I stayed
I gave myself over
so that no one feels the pain of this immortal snare
So to save all else I gave in
I miss who I use to be
once so happy and care free
Now on fear and hatred is how I feed
I gave myself over so that no one feels the pain of this immortal snare
The consequences known, foretold for years,
a crushing blow would break the country’s back,
eclipsing the most pessimistic fears,
a devastating night of blackest black…
The zealots would be working ‘round the clock
to mete out punishment to those opposed,
while sheeple, noses pressed to glass, just gawked
’neath red bills lest their faces be exposed.
Impossible as it might seem to most,
the world did spin much like the day before,
though once the quakes were dampened on the coasts,
it tilted to the right a little more.
Go hug your neighbor, whether loss or win;
In four short years, we do it all again!
I am what I am, and I can’t change the part of me
That has such a craving for the carcass on the road.
I circle the desert from high above to see what I see.
The guilt I feel in waiting for death is not a heavy load.
I get lots of pleasure in seeing a creature in pain
From the crushing blow of an oncoming car or truck.
I’ll hunt for my food, whether it’s in the sun or the rain.
There’s a lot of skill involved and hardly any luck.
I’m great at what I do, and some may think I’m vain,
But it’s just jealousy that drives them to think that way.
I really have no enemies, because that would be insane.
It’s an honor to be my meal, and the price that some must pay.
I swoop down from the sky ignoring all of my fears,
And eat my lunch in the road until I get my fill.
As I think back on my life and what I’ve done through the years,
I look up and I become what I eat…ROAD KILL!
What struck me was your urbanity… which I now see as social profanity.
Our first meeting you filled the room with intellectual vitality
You carried on about substance and morality
You had such a distinct alluring mentality
and you dressed yourself in a triumphant formality
I honestly thought you were the heart of shining humanity
which has made my recent clutch on reality
a crushing blow of brutality
…you are really just ..Self-involved Inanity!
Your charisma is in fact mundanity
You words now spew like vile volcanity
You are a warped melon ball..... of insanity!
and if I did not so fear the worst of worst karmic calamity
I would gladly help you meet…a sudden and quite comical
fatality
(written for Silent One contest 1/23/2017)