Best Demented Poems
We sisters three are scary as scary can be.
Evil is tormented, haunted by choices of her past.
Wicked is hollow, and the most bitter of the three.
Demented is angry, and so cold that her blood turns icy fast.
All paranoid and suspicious in everything they do.
Evil has had her dreams snatched from her grasp.
She feels alone, and her ghosts are from her missing crew.
Her pain is enough to make even the strongest gasp.
Each one is afraid to let anyone breach their wall.
Wicked is a lover who has been badly used.
She never thought she'd love, but eventually she did fall.
Only to be lied to, cheated on and abused.
They only have each other to trust and rely on.
Demented has been the victim of ominous play.
She was captured and used like a chess pawn.
Now all will pay the price and rue that fateful day.
So as you see Evil, Wicked and Demented are strong.
If you see them coming, you might should run and hide.
They will forever be trying to right the wrong.
Be careful if you are a user, a liar, hateful or snide.
Naked Clowns Demented Brother
Alas one disaster follows another,
naked clown - demented brother
dancing for the heads of state
asleep with faces in their plate
and as the rubber chicken stretches
they send again the fool who fetches
red noses from downtrodden wretches
to decorate the wedding cakes
join the real to crumbling fakes
camouflage who gives and takes
shifting weight of global heat
melting shoes on city street
to shrinking ice caps tidal creep
rising under Al Gore’s jeep
clowns, they squeeze their bulbous horns,
geneticize the rose – no thorns
while warning us of sunless dawns
their seltzer bottles but a prop
sprayed on a fire that won’t stop
its cindering of nature’s crop
Alas, the clowns will all save face
disappear without a trace
disguise their noses as thorn-less roses
post naked “selfies” in heroes poses
Alas one disaster follows another,
naked clown – demented brother.
John G. Lawless
©7/13/2017
Dementia has taken hold of my mind.
There is nothing, my reasoning controls.
Sorry for my demeanor.
I don't mean to hurt anyone.
Its paralysis of my thinking mind.
Please forgive my deeds.
They are insane and unkind.
I did not know that my subconscious mind,
Can take control.
I hardly remember any event in my life.
There are some, that I recognise.
Just the deeply etched impressions.
Most of the time, I am not me.
I became somebody, I do not know.
I cannot even wish, that my will to live, will end.
My reasoning is demented.
I wish that they are not so unkind.
My loved ones suffer the ignominy.
If I had my senses intact.
I would have rewritten history.
It’s a shame that in this 21st century.
There are no solutions for this bane.
Euthanasia is not prescribed by law,
Nor can I self destruct.
There is no justice from above or below.
Just feel I am suspended in time.
I cannot imagine what I can’t.
I cannot express what I want.
No guilt no shame,
what wrong have I done,
To exist in this parallel universe.
Vacant bloodshot eyes
Stare at one spot on the wall
Feeding tubes and scrubs
I should let him die
Mercy killers dropped the ball
So I pull the plug
Foolish Heart, since you don’t stop
That most foolish rant and rave
I will have to tie you up
And bury you in a cave
That would surely silence you
And let me live in peace
For now you just torment me
And I can’t live in ease
You’ve not given wisdom right
You’ve left me bruised and torn
When I gave heed to your voice
I was left to grieve and mourn
You are a foolish foolish heart
Your chambers devoid of light
Wisdom you beat and tied up
And you plunged me into night
You made me share secret thoughts
You made me open to slight
And I had to suffer shame
Flagellate myself with might
You’ve proven a real traitor
I see who you really are
You chose to see his beauty
And have left me with a deep scar
You fell for those angel eyes
You fainted at that warm smile
Made me act like a schoolgirl
Too innocent to beguile
But I fell flat on my face
With myriad eyes staring on
You are a damned wretched thing
I demand that you be gone
Stay hidden in that dank cave
With your mouth gagged till you bleed
You put me through hell and back
Your damn voice I will not heed
Aw…I’m a free woman now
I will go and seek revenge
Of all those who mocked my love
My spilt blood I will avenge
Devoid of love and feelings
I’m a Snow Queen made of ice
I enact your wicked ways
For they think I’m soft and nice
My foolish demented heart
Stay tied up until you rot
You did your damndest uptmost
But love’s fool…I AM NOT!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Drowning in a lonely and frosty lake,
I pretend to struggle,
I feel so fake.
Holding my breath,
each time I go down,
distorts my face,
like a demented clown.
Perhaps I should surrender
and give in?
Allowing all of the lake's
frosty water to win.
The doctor injected something in me when I was just a embryo!
I figured my mother was the enemy standing at the end of the rainbow.
As a babe I use to take off my diaper and throw it at my baby sitter Sandy!
When I was a kid I bullied other children out of their candy.
In elementary my teacher asked what I would grow up to be? I stood in front of the
class
told her to kiss my azz and screamed like a banshee!
I remember the first time I played "house" with the girl next door.
She told me I was her pimp and she was my whore!
Before school I would get drunk on Belvedere.
I use to sit in class behind this nerd and thump him in the ear!
As a teenager I thought I was being haunted.
I would tell girls what they desired just to get what I wanted.
I use to get into fights a lot.
At 16 my Grandmomma caught me smoking pot!
My first job was a McDonald's drive-thru.
Customers would get an attitude, put me in a bad mood,
So I put a booger in their "big-mac," smiled, and said "Sorry I was rude to you!"
The year I turned 17, that Halloween I inhaled some gasoline.
That night my sister caught me masturbating to a magazine!
At 19 yrs old I became a world renowned gigolo.
Not long after I was abducted by a UFO!
I travelled constellations for over a decade.
"Marvin The Martian" returned me to earth after our last Venus Crusade.
It took me a couple years to readjust.
Even today I still smell like moondust!
And so I became a man with no self-control.
I'll forever stand a demented soul!!!
*Wrote for Olusequn Adelna contest "Make my head fall off (lol)"
This poem is purely fictional, my morbid humor;) Visit me on facebook
Over two hundred million people sleeps and wake without a leader,
A cloned effigy in a rock called "Aso"
too old to lead or long dead to be,
demented or dead, they cannot tell,
old age has come but he would not leave.
a cult of connivers shields a tyrant,
with ceaseless speeches and empty promises,
One A Liar , some are writers and others are twitvist,
Two years of silence and none dare ask,
where is the President who took the oath?
Over two hundred million heads bowed to corruption,
East and west the groans is Loud,
where right is wrong and wrongs is praised.
The governors or senator and ministers too,
all aligned to loot the treasury,
recycled bandits in seats of honor,
Judges are blinded and the media subdued,
as brown envelop diverts attention.
over two hundred million destinies suspended,
#ENDSARS was their last successful outcry
a revolution too soon suspended
From Bonny Barracks to Lekki, criminals in uniform murdered unity.
bludgeoned agitators with the barrels the errand boys of a dictator police and solders.
and the masses too scared for a total freedom,
returned to apathy and unending subjugation
Over two hundred Million deprived masses.,
controlled as slaves by a hundred old despots,
Littered across cultures and tribes, a handful few protected by guns,
ex criminals , Presidents and ex all,
with looted funds in London and and Zurich,
atop hills in gaudy wealth,
unaffected by the groaning of a people nestled in penury,
Over two hundred million people disunited,
who by amalgam compelled by Britain's Lugard,
Feudalism and lie called democracy.
The minority herders on a mission
they took the yam and knife without resistance.
where beggars becomes a tyrant after election (Rigged)
and the masses dare not demand accountability
over two hundred million sufferers gave oppressor a breathing space,
where servants becomes the Boss,
without pacifying and unwilling to yield
the Loot looted named palliatives.
old tyrant mock democracy by decrees
What country ?
Don't ask me.
you know it well
Nancy,
Dementia rocks n drags ya down,
"what am i doing in this bloody town,
who is this tart, with a shielas frown,
says she loves me, looks fly blown,
couldn't be the gal I own,
i'm emigrating now-sers" :(
Don Johnson
Constance La France ` A Rambling Poet ~
Contest Name A Short Poem, Please
~For old Joe the guy that used to know me, in the nursing home~
Disoriented
Demented souls
Masquerading in flesh
Slumped in dank doorways
Marinated in spirits
Soaked in piss.
Fred visits Bill every month at
the facility he’s been in for years.
Age and booze brought Bill there.
He's still strapped to his bed
so he can't go wandering again
when he gets a taste for a beer.
Bill calls Fred by name this time
and asks if Jim has found a job.
Fred tells Bill no but doesn't
remind him their cousin is dead.
All three would go fishing as kids
for bluegill, crappie and catfish
with cane poles in summer.
There’d be a big family fish fry.
Bill says he’s going home soon
but there is no home to go to.
His trailer was sold long ago
to help pay the bill at the facility
where every so often nurses
turn him to avoid bed sores.
The state checks for those.
A license can be suspended.
Donal Mahoney
Enjoys her new found roles in her life
Visions of dastardly deeds dance in her head
Irate when people are rude and show disrespect
Loves to know what she is capable of
Wishes some things were different
Is nervous about sons going off on their own
Cool mom she is to them
Knows they Love her no matter what
Enjoys her more morbid thoughts
Does enjoy to make a person squirm
&
Definitely not your average beauty
Enjoys the inner workings of her mind
Makes no issue over who she is
Enriches your life just by being there
Needs love and support not condemnation
Takes charge when no one else will
Each day she shines no matter what
Deliciously twisted and still a friend
This is dedicated to my other 2 sisters. This is ALL 3 of us in various forms. I love you
2 and I hope I you make proud. I am proud to have you as my sisters and hope you 2 know you
are loved. We are all 3 together Evil Wicked & Demented.
Eyes that draw you in, eyeliner accentuates not always sexy on men
Different movies, different accents, believable at all times
Every movie he's in, each character he plays seems to be a part of him
From shy, withdrawn hairdresser, with scissors for hands
To a orange haired hatter, with a Scottish accent
He's a one of a kind man, mysterious, unique
He has so many personalities, who knows the real him
By now I'm sure you've already guessed my fave
This is my ode to Johnny Depp, the king of spades
Is this life in full color and clarity?
why did i yearn for the unknown?
Now biting back chunks of regrets and no thank you's!
I am no snow white and this no fairy tale love story.
This is my reality unsure and insecure, is your reality different from mine?
Or does yours also bring you to your knees?
Sunset dreams turning into ashes at my feet.
No candyfloss clouds , no pretty little songs of beauty and peace!
Is it pretty how i used to slit my wrists and slash at own flesh?
Did it look good as the blood dripped and wounds turned into scars?
Self inflicted gashes of raking fingers towards sanity!
A mirrored reflection of tears of harmful words.
Some my own others gathered by the bags i wanted left empty.
No pictures today i feel a little ugly distraught and disfigured.
Lips parted for screams never ushered.
Self pity no longer needed.
Feeling sorry not fitting to this situation brought on by undeserving un-shed tears! Cornered rocking chair back and forth in the poisoned air.
Mocking insanity right in the face of untold truth of my state.
Don't worry i wont let it slip.
Remembering the sound of release as it drips.
Sorry no thank you's filling every pore.
Just a little crazy at the core.
Pointless slumber exhale its over for today.
Circled starting up again unsettled when i wake!
From a front roe seat, there was not the least of an eye strain In a familiar place, I observed what appeared to be bullet trains
In plain view, seated in a church pew among the wise and the few They were racing through and around what "once upon a time"
throughout the land were "Holy places and sanctuaries most divine" Their headlights were bright but also both deceptive and delusional
Their railways were dark, and only the "elect" could clearly see and detect the reality of an orchestrated and demented intent
Only the elect was able to discern the subtle "bate and switch" The trains were controlled and masterminded by forces unseen
The forces ascended, descended, and flowed through atmospheric highways of destruction. But across the scene I saw a Holy man,
not a force, but a Loving Master of men and minds He once healed a crippled man sitting helpless at a pool
He also walked on water, but I presently saw Him walking on clouds and descending to implement His kingdom rule.
07192017FBPSContest, Mid Summer Standard, Brian Strane Fictional/Visionary