Best Deaden Poems
Teach and study, cook and clean
Write a poem in between
All the chores and daily life
Perfect Mom, half decent wife
Work and work and dream and dream
Scrub the tub in shower stream
Want to travel here and there
But I’m stuck and full of care
Write and write, and feel the sting
Hope tomorrow joy will bring
Gulp down well my happy pill
Looking for that awesome thrill
Hit my head against the wall
Scream in pain, then take a fall
Try to keep life going right
Need a stick of dynamite
Mundane, weary, chore filled day
Want my hips to dance and sway
Feel like I will suffocate
Every grade will get in late
Cook and cook and scream and scream
In the soup, dollop of cream
Morning light, I check my phone
Off to work, I give a groan
Frazzled, frazzled, what’s the deal?
Dazzled’s how I want to feel
Thought I looked so sexy sweet
but he wants an OVEN treat
Write a verse to keep me sane
Post a poem, deaden pain
Live a life of make believe
Passion fashion in my weave
So I read another write
P Soup’s, Yum Yum, a delight
Frumpy, Grumpy Passion Queen
Just don’t check behind the screen!!!
Eileen
I’m frustrated. I have grades to give in, a thesis to finish, a trip to plan….and I can’t be BOTHERED!!!!!!!!!! Sympathy People!!!
My Emancipation
The convoluted misconceptions concocted in your chaotic mind
Will no longer deaden, dim, nor darken the light that I shine
Constantly minimizing and compromising, the extent of my plight
I’m stepping out of your dark shadow; I’m stepping into the light
Hiding behind these disguises, I’ve forgotten my reflection
Brushing phony smiles, over the hidden frowns,
Just to camouflage the rejection
Your bad intent is surpassed only by your insecurities and ignorance
I will no longer recite from your ridiculous script
I’ve been concealed behind this mask that you painted for far too long
Continually reading your words, and singing your songs
I’ve followed your painful paths and I have walked far enough
You’ve shown me your hand, and now I’m calling your bluff.
Unleash, unchain, and unshackle me
I am reclaiming my life, I demand to be free.
Rainbows are smiles when the rain tumbles down
My heart is showering as all my sorrows do drown
Every dew drop glistening, delivered from heaven.
Rainbows are smiles when clouds are deaden
When nature shines, our goodness grows
Trusting in the soil to nurture us so
With a sky filled with colors that make us glow
Rainbows are the goodness that makes love flow
Co-Authored by the beautiful Casarah Nance and Arthur Vaso
In the night's chilling air a phantom figure, drags itself from
The watery edge of the river bank, emerging, rising upward
From beneath the moonlight's illumination, she is free, to walk
The earth's spiritual plain of existence once more.
In soaked layers shifts, of tatters whiten lace, the corporeal
Image moves across the old chapel's courtyard.
Slowly this deaden heart of the betrayed, shuffles through
The fallen autumn leaves, crunching them under the weight, of
Her drenched wedding gown.
The haunted bride, carries a wilted bouquet of for-get-me-nots,
As she weeps, walking down the aisle of past regrets.
This virgin maiden, sounds a low mournful sobbing, that echoes
Against the marble ruins, of a dilapidated church steeple.
Lifting skeletal limbs, step by step, this bride of
Desolation climbs unto the threshold of condemnation.
Her wailing screams grow louder, and louder with each
Movements, begging, pleading for salvation's penitence.
But in the Lord's realm, the haunted bride has violated the sacred
Laws of God, so is she doomed for all eternity, to repeat her final,
Moments of life.
Wearing the veiled shroud of death, beauty's once fare,
Is nothing more than illusion's shadow vision of the forsaken.
A victim of abandonment's fall from grace, for consumed by
Sorrows pain, did she take her own life, in limbo she is the accursed.
Slowly descending in sheer remorse, her tears cascade
Downwards, staining the holy soil therein, her unkempt train
Trails behind this ivory phantom, with muddy green
Seaweed woven amongst the antique lace.
Cold watery waves crash against the murky shore,
A foreboding eerie mist lingers up top the rippling lake,
One last air's stale breathe she does inhale, as again life's
Essence leaves, become just exploding bubbles,
Popping at the water’s surface.
Here the haunted bride so does rest, in a fathom's aquatic crypt,
Beneath the dark abyss of no return.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Years ago, you found me grounded with wings afraid to fly.
Toting smiles and wants of note, you paused to view my sky.
Was soon that I thought once, and you concurred twice,
that merging our styles would make a love themed paradise.
Years confirmed our intangible wares of mutual shares.
Even our highs and lows equally sighed with visual cares.
I never grew concerns about thunder, so I did not feel around,
poke or peek under for shudders from lightening blunders.
I saw no clue stains for panic in any cracks of tragic.
Then, at my joy’s peak in romance’s security streak,
you turned cold and scowled, ice water endowed.
Stayed confusion hovered in my same daily clouds
as your words and actions rose into caustic attacks.
My full tears left clear tracks, but my world swirled black.
Trapped in walls with love's silt, my once full heart spilt
as your cold face growl tilted me with its cruel wilt.
Bones gone, feelings stung and laid me on our bed you built.
Sob chokes watched hopes darken and fall on our quilt.
I heard your shoes sounding the harsh retreat of a final leave.
My reality undone, I spun inside a brutal, nightmarish tide.
My shivers surged frail coldness, exposing me as clueless.
In my mind, fantasies fumbled seeking a stronghold.
I beseeched memories to transition into numbing flakes
that would deaden all my grieving from this love mistake.
Tongue lashings are bitter
they hurt and injure
Gnawing at both the heart
of victim and abuser
With each hostile strike
both hearts bruise and deaden
Hostility a most deadly poison
injected as cheeks redden
No word of a lie striking a chord
You live by the sword you die by the sword
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on December 6, 2019 for contest IF YOU LIVE BY THE SWORD THEN YOU DIE BY THE SWORD sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 1ST
THE SCENT OF WATER
Forlorn, distance roots between you and I;
Carve 'neath fire silhouettes buried grief;
Burn then blurred by irrational mischief;
Has crimson love gone pale and soon may die?
Trampled with reasons leaving us tongue tie;
Falling, slowly falling, is marriage leaf...
Amor ebbing , ebbing, like a thief.
Divorce papers rocketing quite, quick high!
Heaven knows, flaws, deaden raw I want fix;
Reckon blows, glow, freshen love flow essence;
Leaden float the scent of water,redden snow mater.
Lessons learned bestow order resins of brighter hello;
Father God, bless aglow each corners in progression...
(c)olive eloisa
4:52pm
July 14, 2014
Sponsor Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name one sad poem
5th place, to God be the glory.. :)
***Inspired with the verse theme: John 14: 7-9 and the movie "FIREPROOF"...
The human race speaks of a faraway place called heaven
no doubt there, they’ll breathe easy knowing some still care,
yet to flee from incarnation’s mask, anxious tears so many have to share,
for while we have but a limited time here,
hunger for and pay homage to that eminent gig in the sky,
if only to await one’s promise after a lifetime able to turn
to glance upon the earth, the colour clear, tainted with the blood
of those whom in his name die.
Is it written that evil would survive in many forms
power to wield when humanity spawned
to become a collection of wretched emotions here in the great “Bee Hive”
for eons of tears after creation dawned?
From the outset irrefutable impressionists hold the reigns
dwell in the surge of adrenalin’s rush,
an awareness to inflict one’s pain
with logic; simple minds cannot crush!
They called it religion in the name of;
coerced to sacrifice, manipulate,
a book of instructions a creed thereof
to enhance their powers, stipulate.
The human race, each an individual
yet herds of sheep reliant upon the Ram,
the weakest tossed aside, residual
till nurtured re-educated those the Lamb.
There are many in his name soil their reputation
unjustifiable actions condoned by a hierarchy of hidden agendas,
license to continue with savage mutation
to aid the evil despot, lord of the greatest of pretenders.
Soon this holy mess an ant’s nest deaden
although some the skill to explore the stars,
man will action his very own Armageddon
only to carry on with the emotional scars!
© Harry J Horsman 2016
is it normal to sear the soul
to let the dormant hate control
Is it normal to mar the mind
with daggered words dipped in "unkind"
Is it normal to hunt the heart
with gleeful zest to maim a part
Is it normal to lampoon love
make it a joke; give it a shove
Is it normal to deaden dreams
out of some envy laden schemes
Is it normal to negate nice
claim that its fake then take a slice
Is it normal to insult ideals
to devour each in packaged meals
if normal's not in one of these
then read the next lines, if you please...
"business as normal" is just pretend
when hurting's not been brought to end
For acting "normal" when one bleeds
Can never clear the painful deeds
The only way to make amend
is to forget the "normal" trend
So be sincere; apologize
own up to wrong and empathize
then back to "normal" things can go
and better still, I tell you so!
Eileen Manassian
MIRACLE!
Now hear sports prime time
“Amazing! Spectacular!”
Just two of the words
“Hey! You gotta be kiddin’”
Does he know how to play ball!”
“One of the greatest”
Some say he IS the greatest!”
Just incredible!”
“Bob that’s some kinda atha-lete!”
“Three hundred pounds of muscle”
“It’s a miracle!”
“You mean HE’S a miracle”
“He’s at the fifty –
Forty thirty twenty-five
Reverses field at the five
STUPENDOUS RUN A TOUCHDOWN!”
WHAT AN ATHA-LETE!”
The magic words spilling forth
At top of his lungs
Had you pressed the mute button
Just another game
But the fans love noise
The roar will deaden the mind
Loudmouth has said squat
Has stated the obvious
Big mouth says “Watch but don’t think”
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I am an avid football fan - especially college football - the poem is not about disliking football, but about some - not all - of the brainless announcers.
Faraway from my motherland
Blend with the alien bands
I feel sad and lonely
My native language flees
In different horizon I stay
The sorrow stings nights and days
With dull and deaden sense
My homesick is immense
In a strange space I stay
Think to the birth-land faraway
The sweet voice of my mother
Echoes in my heart over and over
Drained and dried by life then left to die
She lived to love; but oft was left to cry
Counseled to carry on she continues
Shriveling as to She'ol her heart schuss
Holding on to hopes a hazard in her eyes
Immature and imbecilic it implies
Weary from wishing an end to her woe
she shelters her shredded spirit in shadow
Without febrility from festering passions to foil
unavowed feelings wilt under burnt umber soil
As expectation of love's exalted expressions fades
desires deaden; in desperation she no longer wades
03/25/2018
One somber summer night
darkness descended
to destroy and deaden
a dappled candle on the table.
A soulless silver smile
turned gray and tarnished
and your eyes that once aglow
lost its luster and life
for it was destined
to falter and fade forever.
Now, a child within me weeps~
as sepulchral silence spawns silhouettes
of abysmal labyrinth~
in bloody snowy pavement.
The candle dies...my hope soon will...
so in blood-stained feet, I run and run~
until the shadows from the woods
swallow my insidious fear.
November 5,2020
Its simply remarkable, the excitement I feel
When I am blessed with your dominating presence
I am easily drawn to you and immediately lost within you
Traveling glorious heights exploring the depths of many heavens
The sight of you promotes intense anticipation and extreme anxiety
Umm…I am easily overwhelmed by a hunger, too strong to resist
A tremendous desire for a need, to omnipotent and persistent to just dismiss
Without you, my rational thoughts and actions become elusive and impulsive
Emotionally, I am incoherent and unstable, besieged by a love so fragile but
explosive
Physically, I am deaden to the actual world around me
But reanimated mentally and spiritually to the fictional world that impounds me
Extreme chills and vigorous shaking spells, cleanses my flimsy body of any
impure manifestations
During the absence of your efficacious aroma filling my lungs with love
I long for your intense inoculations
Baby, I must be tripping…please inject me with your venom
It’s what I want…it’s what I need and what I truly desire
I don’t care what they say or how they characterize me
All I know are the feelings we share together, you control my thoughts
And I …I…I passionately ignite your fire
I hear the rumors they call me weak and say I’m addicted to your love
I say, I’m addicted to your autonomy, honesty, loyalty and spiritual essence
We’re on another level, just you and me…I trust you with my life and you give me
a different version of life One of trust, freedom and understanding, without
apprehension
Those other people fear change…they make such a big deal of change
When it’s really all the same…there are no differences whether white or black
My only disposition or concern is “why don’t I know your real name?”
For months now, we have been intimate lovers, yet I only know you as “CRACK!”
Conviction so precise, I launch missiles of truth
Indestructible rhymes, unbreakable and shatterproof
Infiltrating your foundation and breaching your walls
Collapse on your composure cause your conscience to fall
I can convert your beliefs, cause philosophical treason
Alter your perception like the changing of seasons
Cutting down your preconceptions, my tongues a two edge blade
speak to your peace and send it into a rage.
Unearthing your terrors; exposing all that you’re fearing
a psychological apocalypse, prepare,the end is nearing
Sending your thoughts into a frenzy with waves of confliction
I can drown you in the depths of my intentions,
I boldly walk the lines between chaos and sanity
Annihilate your arrogance and, erase your vanity
My thoughts ascend and evaporate into the atmosphere
Cause the universe to cry upon you with blood stained tears
Blurring your vision, like a blinding light
I can deafen your hearing, and deaden your sight
Rattling your rational like the clashing of clouds
Awaken your silence and make it scream out loud
Contradicting your theories I cause you certainty to shake
trembing your imagination, like a cerebral earthquake
Violating your intelligence, mental penetration
executing your expressions with lyrical assassination
Chiquita Baity