Best Defense Mechanism Poems
I pretend I'm alright
And put my best stance forward
Wear my brave face
Tryin to be smooth
Just tripped on my shoelace
What's a girl to do
Busted, razed, flat broke
My foot slipped off the pedal and into the spoke
Out of focus, idling, coasting on fumes
Myyyyy, mmmm, my oh my
Must retreat to my bedroom
For slumber; ugh - that noxious perfume
I sprayed on today
In the department store
I don't need to tell you
It reeks
That's a big pee you
Oh my
My plan has gone awry
I try to write
After listening to Vile
He inspires me
Perspiring
Thinking bout how to
Ink brilliance
Such as he
Slamming on the brakes
My leg itches
Ya damn flea
Bravado and all
I seem to fall
I spiral out of control
Resilience reels me back in
I'm a bouncy, buoyant, headstrong girl
Go ahead and believe what you want
Self deprecation is my defense mechanism
Keep playing
those cards close to your vest
You're bluffing fool
I know this by now
Prevaricator is a might big word
For liar
As you try to set the world on fire
I see you race away
And turn my head
Pretending not to see
When you visibly disgust me
You're not proving anything
With your ostentatious
Obnoxiously awesome self
Annnnnything
I ain't seen before
And won't soon forget
I'm a rhyming
tonight
Maybe filled with fright
Or could it be boredom
Delirious laughter
G'night
Sleep and clarity are what I desire
Slough off this crap
I know it's beyond time for a nap
My RPM is slowing
My aching for REM is growing
Copyright June 17, 2023 Lori Steindorf
Categories:
defense mechanism, anxiety, depression, mental illness,
Form:
Rhyme
Stranded on the road, closed up tight in her shell
Too frightened to head out of the heavy traffic
I took the turtle home to make sure all was well.
She was hungry for she hadn’t eaten since a day
So I dug up four juicy earthworms and put in a bin
The first worm wiggled but the turtle didn’t prey.
We sat quietly and waited and waited and waited
Ants crawled across the pavement and we waited
Hummingbirds buzzed overhead and we waited.
Finally I noticed her eyes tracking a worm,
Slowly shifting her body in right direction
Snapped opened her jaws, picked up the worm
And gummed it to death as turtles lack teeth.
Was full after two worms, a bit in mouth like a cigar
Autism in turtles is a successful failure
Its shell, an amazing self-defense mechanism
Carry their homes and are always at home
Self sufficient mostly, long life, and endurance
Proving the proverb, “Slow and steady wins the race”.
** Inspired by a visit to Myrtle Beach State Park, SC (eastern box turtle
(Terrapene carolina carolina)
July 30, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
Categories:
defense mechanism, animal, endurance,
Form:
Free verse
I saw you the other day we didnt speak
Thinking to myself how did we become this way
And remembered the times we had
Our first kiss I remember
I was drunk but I sobered up
Realizing I was feeling outta place
I looked at you
Though it took me a minute to see
Your the only one I want
I only wanna make it good
For both me and you
So please forgive
If I pull away from you
It's a defense mechanism
I know not of what I do
Please forgive me if I want you like I do
Categories:
defense mechanism, black african american, dark,
Form:
Narrative
I'm a time traveler
Traveled from HEAVEN as a battler
Into a time that was factured
Patterned
Lunar cycle
In ancient times of the bible
I came to enlighten
For sparks ignited
In the darkness hiding
In the midst of the lightning
True Visionary Commentary
Legendary
Emissary
I'm A Ingenius Genius
Intelligent Intellectual Readings
Defense Mechanism Defense
Vice Versa By Positive Achievements
Astronomical logical Ingredients
Sound Mind
Travels Astrals Of Time
Like Artificial Intelligence
But My Art Is Superficially Eloquent
Heaven Sent
The Devil Wish
For Hell To Inflict
It's A Must From Heaven To Hell I Exist
I Smile An Blow The Devil A Kiss
A Sign Of Revely To Lift
Jealousy In The Pits
Of The Devils Heart
Beautifully Created With Melanin Sparks
I'm Rare Specimen Of Art
That Should Be Examined
Categories:
defense mechanism, angel, art, destiny, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
When I was just a little boy
we picnicked under alpine skies,
one time a mule deer strolled out
and fed in the meadow nearby.
Tall, curving antlers rising up
from a regal, tan-grey head
“The finest buck I’ve ever seen,”
were the words my father said.
Then I noticed something moving,
a tawny shape slinked through trees,
suddenly my father leapt on up
and put himself in front of me.
But it wasn’t me in danger,
though the cougar inspired fear,
that stealthy cat had yellow eyes
fixed upon the stately deer.
“Get on out of here!”Dad shouted,
and the deer froze in alarm,
out bounded the great cougar,
In one leap moving so far.
Then the buck, he startled,
In a stott he flew away,
for a few frantic moments
the cougar, he gave chase!
But cougars are cast as sprinters,
not built for marathons,
in seconds the cat gave up
and the buck kept running on.
That’s what I remembered
as a boy of only four,
though when I did grow older
I remembered something more...
I could recall the flashing teeth
plunging into the deer’s neck,
I could recall my mother screaming,
my dad shouting,”Get back!”
I remember seeing the cougar
stare back and snarl at us,
and I remember leaving quickly,
my dad picking me up.
I suppose that my young mind
had to block out what I’d seen,
far too young to deal with it
I started misremembering.
A strong defense mechanism
built up by the conscious mind,
but the subconscious saw it all,
and waited patiently for its time.
It reappeared at twelve years old,
the truth my youth blocked out.
It had an effect, a serious one,
it filled my head with doubts.
How could such violence coexist
with a world of such beauty?
And if that proud deer went down,
what awaited a budding teen?
Pondering such for long hours
did not make me popular,
yet the more I blocked it,
the more uncertainty stirred.
I kept asking those deep questions
about power, evil, and will,
unaware that they’d stymied
minds of far better skill.
To this day I have no answers,
though asking was good for me,
turned pondering into a job
writing pop philosophy.
All of it traced to that day,
my first brush with mortal fear,
when I learned Earth is the type of place
where the cougar eats the deer.
Categories:
defense mechanism, age, fear, growing up,
Form:
Narrative
For people enduring inescapable pain, especially for my husband
"Pearls are formed inside the shell of certain mollusks as a defense mechanism against a potentially threatening irritant such as a parasite inside the shell, or an attack from outside that injures the mantle tissue." (Wiki..)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pearl
A shell endures pain for a long time, and produce a beautiful peal.
Peals are very precious in the Bible. The merchant of the Bible sells everything to buy a pearl.
You are so precious and so beautiful because I know you have been suffering and enduring for a long time. You still have much pain which you cannot escape from. I can't stop crying, because I can't do anything for you.
You are physically weaker but more kind and understanding than before. You can feel for people's weakness more than before. You know how to comfort me and others. That is the real strength not everyone can obtain.
I know one day your pain will go.This is the hope we are waiting for.
Categories:
defense mechanism, beauty, bible, encouraging, endurance,
Form:
Free verse
Falling does not mean you failed
Accept failure and do wonders out of it
Innovation is enhance by failure
Time spent idling gives way to failure
Heed the adage“no pain no gain”
Mental strength is a key to unlock potential
Open-minded is a shield to defense mechanism
Victory is within reach to those believing in themselves
Ecstasy they get from taking one step forward and-
Steadily moving towards realization of their mission
Meditating about your mission’s outcome is essential
Onward is the only direction kwon to fighters
Unfetter yourself from the fear of failure
Nurture your abilities and don’t learn upon your understanding only
Turn to God for support and guidance
Ambitions are futile when God is not part of them
Imagine yourself leaving your dream now
Never ever doubt your capabilities
See beyond your reaches and believe
Categories:
defense mechanism, courage, faith,
Form:
Acrostic
Salty glass eyes,
Thimbles brimming
with summer-leaf green poison
stare back at me.
A stare chilled subzero.
I, of course, imagine this stare
is a defense mechanism to hide her troubles.
I imagine a glimmer of light
that luminates from her bust.
This is the sliver of false hope
I allow to stay under my skin,
till it should infect my blood;
and drain me,
turn my skin to paste.
I must banish this harpy on my own.
I crave nicotine;
the soothing sickness,
greater than a mother's love;
to watch my irridiant clouds
form an immaculate wart in space;
feel the grip
of the nails in my back loosen,
and the fingers that clench me
melt, drip off me,
vaporize as the drips hit the floor.
I crave Adderall,
my favorite legal amphetamine;
I want to feel the particles
as they crush under my spoon;
my blood jets through my body.
My body jtters like electroshock aftermath.
I want to feel the smooth powder
as I draw it up my nose,
and it slithers down my throat.
Oh, sharpness; Oh, clarity of mind.
I'm more sociable;
maybe I'll meet someone new.
No matter;
she could love my best friend,
and I'll love them both tonight.
I come down;
questions of life and its worth engorge me.
My heart cramps.
My inner child leaves
to play with someone better.
I decide I'm worthless and should die;
but, I've not the guts to do it.
I crave heroin.
Snorted it before,
but that's not enough.
I want my man to tie a belt
around my bicep, pull it tight,
watch the veins pop from my forarm;
so eager they are.
Drain-up a near lethal dose.
Metal dips under flesh,
penetrates my bloodstream.
A ferocious ******
circulates through my system.
I no longer care if she cares or not.
I care not if I die;
at least it'll be in peace.
The bombs drop
The rockets exchange.
Self-induced extinction,
and my mind is smooth.
Seems she had good reason;
though, I will miss he raven hair,
the way it swayed over me,
how soft it felt when i held it in my fist.
I will miss her strong thighs,
how they felt wrapped around me;
how her perfect chest felt against mine.
I suppose an extra meal,
a chocolate chip cookie, or two,
and a caffine buzz,
followed by a handful of Melatonin
will have to do.
Categories:
defense mechanism, care, care, love,
Form:
Free verse
It seem's to me
That not even poetry
Nor truth or reality
Can redefine
The border lines
That the modern day Hollywood Blockbuster
Have already surpassed and eclipsed
With comically bad Sub - Parr scripts
And even though incoherently funny
They will rake in the money
And if you read this
And simply dismiss
Deem me annoying
I ask of you this
The defense mechanism
You are you now employing
Did you come to yourself
Or are you like me
That tares eyes wide open
Believing it all
A minor foot note
In invisible print
On the front page media
Surfing wikipedia
Categories:
defense mechanism, life,
Form:
Free verse
I was used and abused
my heart was trampled on.
So as a defense mechanism,
It became cold as ice,
and hard as a rock.
I didn't allow love to get near it,
that was until you came,
and caught me off guard.
You were relentless in your
pursuit of me, I had no choice,
but to surrender to your love.
You made my icy heart melt,
my heart of stone became flesh.
You know what you did my love?
you WOKE UP MY HEART.
10-19-17
Inspired by the " Wake Up My Heart" contest
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Categories:
defense mechanism, heart, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
. . .
I don’t feel like doing anything. . .
And yet here I am, writing again. . .
Punctured thoughts gushing redness of frustration and disgust,
Black rivers flowing and intoxicating the remaining blemished white of reality,
Stuck in this brain,
Wracking desperately for order and purpose,
I want to be perfect,
And yet the concept of perfection in certain viewpoints is downright sickening,
Puking out flaws. . .
Diseased in the mind. . .
Stretching out in exhaustion. . .
Not wanting to feel the numbness of nothingness,
And yet not wanting to face the day. . .
I am angry at my life. . .
Scared of what’s coming—of what’s not coming,
I damn my aching mentality into the dark depths of arbitrary emotion. . .
No one gives a sh*t. . .
So who cares if it overflows?
Asphyxiating my very existence,
Hope springing to mind for s p l i t moments,
Then fleeing like a damned jackrabbit in heat,
Wanting its companion,
Playing hard to get—becoming hard to get,
I hate. . .
I love. . .
All in one.
The emptiness is almost welcoming,
But the sun refuses to shine there in that strange pleasure. . .
I feel the earth below me as splintered pictures wisp around me,
The days I’ll never miss,
The days I have come to wish were my present,
And those days that will never leave me the hell alone. . .
I think we all feel it,
Justin different ways. . .
The rubber bands on her braces snapping. . .
Saliva squirting out and splashing me in the face. . .
Is there a reason my stomach wants to melt and fold over?
Webs keeping them intact,
So intricate—yet delicate
Her eyes popping out of her head,
Violence surging in her like a mad dog,
Drooling and snapping its folded-skinned jaw,
Tightened buds blooming blasphemy,
Forces, vile forces spurting out in cuss words. . .
Like it’s just a regular day. . .
I’m staring at them all. . .
I am crowded and so sacredly alone here. . .
I sense madness,
But that’s just another defense mechanism I have formulated in the imagination,
If I am mad,
WE ALL ARE. . .
I was never there to begin with. . .
Categories:
defense mechanism, angst, confusion, depression, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
Late spring
and the opening gasps
of summer’s blazing promise
bring whirling dark clouds,
horizontal rain,
fierce weather,
warning horns,
my blackness,
horizontality,
downright mean melancholy,
and warning signs
worthy of attention.
I much prefer lazy storms
that I can listen to
at night in bed
after I’ve closed my book
(a defense mechanism
so that the day doesn’t end
and I’ll not have to live today
again tomorrow).
It’s neutral in that dark dark,
my ears fine-tuning my mood,
thunder a tympanic counterpoint
to the forgetting I know is coming
with the assistance of
my nightly psychotropic,
without which I don’t sleep,
without which I
descend into despair.
My familiar,
outside of me,
sits patiently
in the chair across the room,
legs crossed casually,
cigarette dangling from
the first two fingers of his left hand,
waiting for dawn,
knowing that the overcast
will return tomorrow,
and I’m his again.
During these shadowy times
my dreams are the old ones
of failure and inadequacy
of such intensity
that I force myself awake
to make them stop,
my pounding heart
and short shallow breaths
lingering.
Oddly though,
bright days don’t always bring
an equivalent measure
of pleasant dreams,
say, pastures of flowers,
faces I love,
chocolate,
tints of sweet colors.
Instead there is nothing,
and I wake knowing only that
while I slept
no psychic comedy played for me,
no balance or compensation offered
for the drama of gray day theater.
Categories:
defense mechanism, depression, weather,
Form:
Free verse
I now know how Loudon Wainwright III was inspired.
What happened to me was what I never desired.
I have to consider this one of my darker episodes.
Nocturnal creatures called skunks often cross the roads.
They have a defense mechanism that keeps predators away.
To describe what it is, I don’t need much to say.
Driving on the road, I could not stop in time.
That animal produced a scent that nobody calls sublime.
The unfortunate black creature became another road kill.
The smell emitted by the carcass remains there still.
Categories:
defense mechanism, animal, death,
Form:
Rhyme
I live with my words,
It’s a defense mechanism.
A coping strategy,
Like a good mannerism.
These expressive views,
Never go out of style.
I can scream thoughts
They run for a mile.
Close to certainty
Not to perfection
But my crazy words
Are close to a million…
Categories:
defense mechanism, poetess,
Form:
Rhyme
For the rain which have never been shy
Its strange to be this stubborn , this dry
Is it a defense mechanism? A lie ?
Or is it just who I've become? or am i just high?
Its not that I don't feel anymore
Its not that I count my blessings and forget my shortcomings... I do keep a score...
But now I aint that curious about humans no more
Now I know that there is nothing new in that store
So now I prefer not to water those plants anymore
Its not that I've given up on humanity, just that before giving all that energy
I just want to be a little bit sure
That this time there will be resonance
I know that there is no guarantee , I don't even expect an insurance
Because these are flawed humans afterall
But I wanna be sure that they will be there to hold me when I'll fall
But there is so much of fog, not easy to transcend
Its difficult to trust, to make a fox-hole friend
When you step out of school , fake friendship is a trend
Moreover I have my own insecurities to attend
For me 'fitting in' is hard to pretend
So now I'd rather curse you on your face
Or just ignore you and let you chase
And I am always in that phase
Where I want freedom from this rat race
This phase of mind is not implied but chosen
You can call me misanthrope but I am actually frozen
Categories:
defense mechanism, anger, anxiety, confidence, conflict,
Form:
ABC