Best Deplete Poems
Go ahead and make the first move,
but take care
One or two spaces so I can move
to my square
Game of life, I’m queen defending
my king
Pawns, so many seem such
insignificant a thing
I’ll stay in my castle with my
bishop for a lil while
As my knights ride to fight the
enemy in style
I’ll rush about you see when my
king Is in need
Watch for your next move, hope
I don’t misread
Sacrificing so many pieces attempting
to defend
Not a game it’s so real, you see
I won’t pretend
Soon the enemy will deplete my
trusted army
As they attempt to not let
anyone harm me
My role important, my moves
so unrestricted
Game of chance while their moves
I’ve predicted
I hate losing pieces but it’s for
me the Queen
End goal is to sit beside my
king ruling supreme
I’m very loyal down to the very
end, I will fight
Even when I watch fall my last
trusted knight
Each piece to the end will
fight so valiantly
Dying a noble death against those
who challenge me
I must keep my kingdom from
being overthrown
A mind game challenging so many
great unknowns
Hoping my king is truly the one,
and its fate
Because if not...it’s games over,
check mate
10/2020
Categories:
deplete, love, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
Corona virus sent to try us
Unnerve Confuse deplete divide us
It comes to scare it comes to kill
The vulnerable the old and ill
It spreads it’s panic it spreads it’s fear
It’s harsh unjust mortal ,severe
Dark and viscous it seeks and thrives
Culling the weak ending lives
Misery uncertainty you cannot comprehend
Deviant Inimical it’s aim is to offend
It feels like a movie it feels like a dream
Locked down and scared I want to scream
Fear of the doorbell fear of the street
Fear of the people I once used to meet
Fear for the loved ones I cannot be near
Fear of the virus fear of the fear
War is atrocious but the enemy’s clear
But the Invisible virus will never appear
It’s in the air it’s on the ground
On things you touch it’s all around
it seeks and finds the weak and old
And suffocates until their cold
It has no conscience no concerns
It feeds and thrives it lives and learns
Destroys and ruins breaks and hates
Silently it decimates
It Spreads so fast it’s hard to cope
There is no cure there’s only hope
It deals in death as it passes by
No comfort for the ones who die
Annihilation? is it’s mission
It needs no help or no permission
A wake of tears and misery
Is the only trace it leaves to see
Its pray is helpless and will not know
Until it’s time for them to go
Hungry for another soul
It now ramps up The human cull
Seas and borders no protection
The world now waits for its infection
A tiny mist of human breath
Will make you ill or cause your death
So hide away beyond detection
Spare your kisses your affection
Hide so you may be ok
And live to fight another day
Hide so there will always be
A hope for our humanity
It will not relent There is no cure
So Stay indoors and lock your door
Spare your touch and wash your hands
Observe the rules advice and bans
Save your kisses save your hug
And we will beat this deadly bug
Categories:
deplete, death,
Form:
Free verse
As the winter of our lives vicariously arrives,
We think of the reasons why what we are survives;
We contemplate on things that happened long ago,
And I remember exactly all that I know.
It's what happened yesterday or five minutes before,
That deplete my memory and that's hard to ignore;
For people look at me with a questioning look,
When I ask where it was I last placed that book.
I'm loaded with groceries when I leave the store,
But my purse is back there behind the door;
And when I get to the car my keys can't be found,
So I bite my lip and don't make a sound.
I write notes that tell me what I have to do,
And end up putting my right foot in the left shoe;
I'm afraid to turn and look in the mirror,
For what I see shakes me with shock and fear.
I'm older but wiser than I used to be,
Which may be consolation if this has to be me;
But in spite of grey hair there's a twinkle in my eyes,
I'm still a young person; it’s just me in disguise.
Categories:
deplete, lifeme, me,
Form:
Light Verse
No mind was ever meant to bear
That torment, pain and sorrow.
In that cacophony of hell,
Their lives forged our tomorrow.
Called to duty, through their service,
Through their sacrifice and loss,
The foundations for our future
Were fashioned from their cross.
Far beyond the bounds of nature
Their mortal frames were tested
In bloodied, flea ridden trenches
Their fractured bodies rested.
Those bodies now, in foreign lands
Beneath fields of marble crosses
Bear testament to sacrifice
And countless wartime losses.
May future generations
That break upon the shore,
Not forget the pains they suffered
Nor the mental scars of war.
Look upon the scarlet poppy,
See the blood amongst the wheat
Know the quantum of their sacrifice
Times passage won’t deplete
To those that gave their future
We all owe this National Debt
The terms are very simple
Just that we must not forget.
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Categories:
deplete, pride, remember, veterans day,
Form:
Rhyme
Bowing head she begins, petitioning assistance, pleading earnestly:
“Forgive me lord, these feelings you inspire have long eluded me,
A stranger in your throne of divinity, I am distressed as can be
Regretful of bygones, replete in misery of blight-ridden streets
Where remnants of my foolish deeds lie dismantled and deplete
Near a battered graveyard, where in repose lies my father’s body,
Sorrowed I stood there, stilled as stone, grieving night all alone
Longing for his forgiveness for things I should have said and done
Choosing instead to be wild and undone, not caring for anyone,
In company of clueless friends where covenants of life I misread
Pretending to celebrate happiness in bonfires of souls wretched;
Sitting on this pew now, guided by invisible hand, I feel glow of light
Going back to my youth, recalling your halo on candles of delight
As feeble beats of my unborn child echo solemn words of prayer
Heartened by your revelations, while unconditional love I declare,
In repentance of contrite past, paying homage to a sanguine start
Gratified you blessed my child, donning enlightenment I’ll depart
In atonement you impart, humming your song in my grateful heart.”
And she steps out into the night crooning lullaby to her beloved child,
A single mother pledging to revise pages of fate in epistle of destiny
Promising to unshroud yesteryear’s dawns in tomorrow’s sunshine,
Vowing to guard her unborn from flawed paradigms, vagaries of time
Poised to defy malevolence in sacred pact with benevolence of life.
October 25, 2021
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 26 – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Invocation
Categories:
deplete, faith, introspection, prayer,
Form:
Free verse
Cherries in a Box
Cherries in a box
Foxes hot to trot
The angels fall from the mystic clouds
Onto the roman ruins on mountaintops
Lions Roar
Violins weep musical rain drop tears
Eaten is the soul of man
As the ancient crowds jump and cheer
Ero arrests the reporters of his sins
Palaces and waltzes saturated in gin
As the devil creeps up behind the gate
His destiny to change the human conditions fate
The skies are dark
Chocolate from the child’s sweat
Cherries all lined up in a box
Ah but will it be us humans next
Olive branches hiding lustful deceit
The groves of the masses become deplete
Never resting, never complete
Cherries sour, sold as sweet
Categories:
deplete, beautiful, crazy, feelings, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Natures fields, plains, moors, deserts, wonders rife!
Habitats alive,
where life can survive!
Why? Civilised beings murdered all life!
For personal greed!
Used slaves to set seed!
Natures plan, the survival of the fittest.
Mans plan, to remove all not of interest.
What's changed? Nothing, I fear!
We poison oceans, deplete atmosphere!
Science always knew,
Governments poohed poo!
Now, as we've learned nought, for our lives' we fear!
We're told it's too late.
Then what is the fate
that our children's children just might have to face?
Stop pollution now, and, it might slow the pace.
What's changed? Nothing, I fear!
Back in the nineties re. health and safety,
plastics were discussed.
Virility, hushed.
A seminar did close most hastily.
I was asked to stay.
Asked how I knew, hey!
Documentary, Tomorrows World, I think?
Chemicals from plastic leeching into drink.
What's changed? Nothing, I fear!
We will stick with plastics, it's on the news.
Microplastic kills
fish, clogging their gills!
If you feel like I do, pass on your views.
On telly daily!
No longer maybe!
Plastics polluting the oceans poisons fish!.
The mainstay of many, it's their staple dish.
Pollution is killing, and, we're all remiss
What's changed? Nothing, I fear!
Clocks ticking, can't you hear?
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5/9/18
QARINAGE - Any Topic' Poetry Contest sponsored by Gregory R Barden
Categories:
deplete, nature, pollution,
Form:
Rhyme
Lately I've been on flats, between heaven and hell
Who but the Almighty buffers me from lack
My stance is firm, I move with care
Not to tear or deplete what's left of me
As parents persevere, praying renewal of psyche
Grown children are puncturing precious time
You'd wonder why wise women still ride so high
On horses that will topple them in wilderness
What simmer souls from stilts that do silent
Damage to free will's humbler spirit?
I have learned it takes time for the clearing of
Cobwebs clouding fair point of views
Who will wed serenity and naked troth of this:
Time and space and grace heals and inspires simplicity with humility.
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Categories:
deplete, abuse, anger, bullying,
Form:
Bio
Homeless
When the father's heart ceased to beat
From despair Mom could not retreat
Family's savings quickly deplete
A barren table, naught to eat
Soon no carpet ‘neath children’s feet
And every stranger on the street
Is implored their needs to meet
Some walk past, fail to greet
Others stop and offer treats
A bit of meat, a shred of wheat
To those who linger on the streets
Homeless
For Brian's challenge
Categories:
deplete, social
Form:
Rhyme
A white blanket will fall upon January.
It will cover my heart and freeze my soul
into solitaire. A love will blossom in the
mist of February. Unknown to me, that
love will remain a mystery.
My luck will fail in the medows of March.
For my life will deplete and become parched.
Still - my heart will break in the hands of April.
A story that only time will tell.
A tear shall fall at the end of may, but even now
I don't know what day. The sun will peak over the
horzion in June, still my sadness will conquer
the afternoon.
Explosions of flashing lights will fill the night skies
of July. As I sit here with my memories that have
gone and passed me by, but I will rest here in
the lap of August.
Maybe one day my love will realize that I loved
him/her the strongest. The days I did lose in
the oceans of September - are the days that
I wish , I could remember.
We will plant seeds in October. Hopefully we
will become wiser and act older. Autumn is to
become a great friend of November. How they
will meet - I can only ponder.
Now my visions begin to fade in the silence of
December To understand them - is to know
life's everlasting embers...
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
Categories:
deplete, imagination, heart, autumn, heart,
Form:
Light Verse
I admit these times around i feel highly abated.
I walk around school tired because i lose sleep and i hate it.
I roll onto my back every night losing hours n hours of sleep.
I promise my body i'll rest it, but dats a promise i dnt keep.
I try so hard all the time to stay calm,but I fell dangerously irritated.
I'm irritated get out of my face plz my space is getting invaded!
My will power is starting to fail, succumb,deplete, diminish.
I'm on a breath-taking journey to live my life, but i can't help feeling that I won't finish.
Being a man means admitting that you need help and u need it fast.
I'm feeling abated can't u see it's not long that I can even last.
Watching my friend die I felt so enraged I wish me and Him{Almighty} could fight.
I confided my father w/ this, he thought me wrong, I thought me right.
Do sins catch up 2 u to da point you applaud yourself every morning you awake?
Or am I coming to grips w/ my alter-ego that religion is fake?
Let's not get carried away before u say or do something you'll regret.
You think you feel abated, u only 17, u aint seen nothin yet.
It's all good, because I survive by keeping a higher hunger.
Like Kanye said: "What doesn't kill me can only make me stronger."
Categories:
deplete, depressionme, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Shall I roses, ruby hued
Shall I trinkets, gem imbued
Shall I words, in passioned mood
Promise love, sincere and true?
Shall I Cupid’s bow request
Shall I darts in you impress
Shall I pierce that perfect breast
Just to prove I love you best?
Not though heart should cease to beat
Not though breath should be deplete
Not though time should life defeat
Could I love you more, my sweet
No earthly flower, nor gift, nor sound
Nor arrow … pledge love more profound
Categories:
deplete, love,
Form:
Sonnet
the resiliencey of human spirit
the test of a man
the trials and tribulations
written out upon the palms of our hands
once easily fixed, now broken
a heart in pieces on the floor
but the joy we feel in life
keeps us coming back for more
all the pain and sorrow
frought within our head
with the help of loved ones
elation takes it's stead
but when no one is left
to make you feel complete
your soul, your heart
begin to deplete
now I've pushed away my brothers
and replaced their love with fear
but who is there to blame
the answer, my dear, is clear
I've done this to myself
which makes the feeling worse
no one to take the fault
no evil doer which to curse
It's been my choice to be alone
to live solemnly day to day
until I am forgotten
until I fade away
and as my final days approach
it's easier to see
that the only one who can
save me
from me
is me
Categories:
deplete, life
Form:
Lyric
She is teaching me nothing, other than, how to suffocate a soul
Her very own selfish self made preservation is her only sad goal
Her ego becomes her, long as we are prepared to lie at her feet
Your inner wealth and your happy; more than happy to deplete
Those who fall before her; have fail when it comes to self-worth
Who lack in self-esteem and a sickness to feel even more worse
She sees herself as a blessing; whilst others, see her as a curse
Her unempathetic approach to others, nothing short of perverse
She'll make you, or she will break you, the hanging tree is nigh
No sympathy as given, she will just move on to her next supply
The graveyards are brimming with folk that, she has left behind
This being the very sad way that the cruel narcissist is designed
Categories:
deplete, crazy, psychological, relationship, tribute,
Form:
Couplet
look after this earth.
it’s our duty from our birth.
to learn what it’s worth.
protect all the trees.
fauna, birds, fish in the seas.
do not destroy please.
don’t level each hill.
plant and renew at your will.
animals, don’t kill.
leave them grass to eat.
don’t fill the land with concrete.
or oceans deplete.
leave them a view to the sea.
given for eternity.
4th Place
Categories:
deplete, birth,
Form:
Other