Best Depose Poems
Sea of Love
The ebb and flow that comes and goes
with ocean’s deep emotion shows
that hearts, like knaves, become her slaves
beneath the undulating waves.
Excitement grows as hearts expose
amid the tempting tide’s repose;
surf’s breaking roar laps on their shore;
hearts enter through her luring door.
The ocean knows, as passion grows,
the secrets that they don’t disclose;
these hearts on fire with wild desire,
waves pounding as their needs require.
The ebb and flow still comes and goes
while sea of love, these hearts, depose,
and lust’s decree will always be
a product of this stormy sea.
November 7, 2019
Categories:
depose, love, lust, metaphor, ocean,
Form:
Rhyme
We go to war
to acquire more
Land
We go to war
to protect our investment
the Oil 'neat the sand
We go to war
to depose your 'evil leader'
strike up the band
We go to war
because we're right and you're wrong
about internet broadband
We go to war
because your country is corrupt, impure
as your dark-colored hands...
So, many will die
wives and mothers will cry
the world will shrug and sigh
commentators will ask Why...
Whatever the reason
There's no way to 'ease in'
So many will die ~
Can't war just be banned
Categories:
depose, cry, perspective, war,
Form:
Rhyme
ME TOO
So what’s all the to-do with “me too”
So we join the many instead of the few
It all seems another act of distract
Play popularity’s game of trivial fact
One of those “me toos”
living under a pinned shoe
One of those “me toos”
Still can’t see “the forest through the trees”
The same game continues to be played
Of “hide and seek”
You just choose the game and roll the dice
Anyway you cut it up, you take a slice
One of the “me toos”
Looking to distract
Instead reach out with love
Open your eyes and ears
Have courage to lose
Your life, job, career
Because until that happens…
I don’t care to join in the sea
That sleeps with nightmares
Only when someone’s exposed
Then it’s safe to depose
And let everyone know
How “brave you are”
The courageous are often slammed
Patted on the head
“Oh, he’s just like that dear.
Be a good girl.
You’ll become a star”
How many sell their soul
Let the devil do it over and over
Again
Steamed and pressed
You’re ready for the press
“Smile, like a good girl
You’re a star”
Not far to jump
To take your clothes
Off for the next starring role
And see the next young thing
Crying behind closed doors
As you say
“Smile. Be a good girl…
Yes, me too”
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Categories:
depose, anger, celebrity, society,
Form:
Free verse
As in my garden blooms a beauty fair,
a crimson rose to brighten up this day.
The dew drops cleanse her face in morning air,
but hiding ‘neath her leaves her thorns betray.
While lying next to you in spousal bed
I gaze upon your sleeping face this morn;
a face so fair as rose of crimson red,
and I recall the beauty’s hidden thorn.
Rose how could you betray me as you do,
and carry on your tryst so damnably,
while thinking that your thorns would hide from view,
and that your face be only thing I see.
Beware the beauty of the crimson rose;
her hidden thorns may cause your love’s depose.
July 31, 2018
Categories:
depose, beauty, betrayal, rose,
Form:
Sonnet
My top ten will always be my fingers and toes.
One more makes eleven if you’re counting my hose.
Oops, was that a Freudian typo, I meant my nose.
Without my top ten, couldn’t walk or flick off, if I chose,
let alone spray water on my favorite red rose.
Perhaps I could think of more if I juxtapose.
But then the numbers would inflate when my list grows.
I’m trying my best to enumerate with prose,
getting back to the theme before my mind forgoes.
Maybe I’ll set it right after I repose,
easier to see when I’m not wearing much clothes.
Too late, said I, as I continue struggling to compose.
I feel like a lawyer who is about to depose.
Glad I’m not a doctor known to misdiagnose.
Now that you have read this, I’ve something to propose.
The run around I gave you had nothing to disclose,
cept maybe wishing it was in polyphonic prose!
*For the “Top Ten Contest.” Joe, surely I jest!
Categories:
depose, funny, introspection
Form:
Monorhyme
One light, I was out panting the clown red when I met a Sadie from Francis who I found to be quiet subtractive. It was apparel she thought I was distracted two because she ted, “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?” To witch I supplied "You can let your coucher I due.”
Sew, we dove to a rotel and wented a womb and that’s where it all rent wong. I dimply could NOT maintain my direction! I even deported to taking two extra-length Niagras butt no lice! My ergo was scattered to say the piece, although she was quiet patent with me at second, basking, “Comment allez-vous, mon ami?” I dancered, "Not very bien, mon cherry, déjà vu?"
Swell cokes, let me sell ya, she was so beset and vivid it took a few momentums for her to apply. FINALITY she basked (In broken England) “Deja who? Who is Déjà and what the PLUCK has Vu got to do with the price of a flea on a panda in Angina?”
To take a short story long, she got it up, put her clothes back off and resorted, “Au revoir, tu salopard!”
"Salopardon madamit? Did you dust ball me a dastard?" She had the VERVE to say: ”If the necker shrinks, then bare it, and your pepper sure did slink and you better relieve THAT, you old pool!”
Whelp, I won’t go into any moor of the sorted retails here. Needles to hay, I will sever foreskin that incidental and will always dismember that humilitating tight
I depose one gives and sperms…
Translations:
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? – Do you want to sleep with me tonight?
Comment allez-vous, mon ami? – How are you doing my friend?
Tres bein, et vous? - Very good, and you?
Mon cher - My dear
Au revior, tu salopard – Goodbye, you bastard
Categories:
depose, funny,
Form:
Prose
You ask me why you need God, yes God with G capitalized
Whose only begotten Son’s precious life was sacrificed
I will tell you in simple words, not with that of the erudite
But those that come from my heart, and from the Book of Light.
I will start with a question, much like the one you posed
For in this way we each would know, it is truth I depose
Does a man need air to breathe? Does he need it to survive?
In the same way we need air, we need God in our lives.
You may say a man would die, without air instantaneously
Yet you have been fine all these years, thinks at God occasionally
Why are you then still alive, while His Son had to suffer and die?
But you forget Christ rose again, the third day, that’s no lie.
On man surviving without God, is rich and even popular
We cannot compare earthly time, with that of time eternal
What is man’s time on earth, but a hairbreadth, a tick
When he dies his soul’s destined, to a forever place he’s picked.
A masterpiece, a product, the maker has conceptualized
Comes with operating manual, functions fully harmonized
When that product is therefore used, without following instruction
It will cause a side effect, a malfunction or destruction.
Much like that of man therefore, though free will he was given
Created in God’s own image, to serve a purpose he's bidden
The design for which he was formed, because his heart is marked
An inner craving for higher being, for peace of mind he’d hark.
I may still go on and on, yet convince you I can’t be sure
I can only hope I have stirred, questions on eternal future
For I am sure you have heard of them, when staring death to its eyes
Those in God have peaceful smile, those who don’t sheer terror lies.
Let me end therefore with verse, His Word from the greatest Book
“I knew you before I formed you in your mother’s womb”, take a look
At how much God loves you, He knew you before you were born
He’s waiting, open your heart to Him, His grace is new every morn.
Note: Quoted verse - Jeremiah 1:5a
Tell Me - Poetry Contest - 2nd Place
Sponsor : Richard Lamoureux
30 March 2015
Categories:
depose, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Made dwelling at own home but living in emptiness,
The lumbered dreams are dying, what a heave is that;
Setting fire in water so fool wish,
What hell have you done to me, what a damn is that.
Heart shakes by high heat the warmth protest,
Stars in the eyes shed tears, what a fatigue is that;
Inside of the heart at the seeping night, child’s whine pounds,
What hell have you done to me, what a deathtrap is that.
Sky colors up in romantic fashion, vain desire,
Blood sheds in extreme way, what a tyranny is that;
Darkness comedown by thunder strike, no way,
What hell have you done to me, what an injustice is that.
Lighting flame in juvenile mind so cursed penance,
The heart dances in the color hand, what a blood pressure is that;
Tears fall in the stream of rain, no measure,
What hell have you done to me, what a curse is that.
Darkness comes down by the call of death, so miser living,
Empty heart is full, what an abundant is that;
In the bloody addiction of love, distrust is only at all,
What hell have you done to me, what depose is that.
Arrayed the dreamy vessel live in mind an exotic migrant,
Lumbered obsession in passion, what an irony is that;
Gained at last damn twelve months full of pain,
What hell have you done to me, what a damn is that.
Categories:
depose, love hurts,
Form:
Free verse
The cypress trees at water’s edge hedge an entrance.
We circle senseless, aimless, wheezing from the stench.
We are unprepared for this netherworld mischance,
this lifeless pool without birds where we entrench.
Drawn into the grotto leading to the abode of the dead,
we are alarmed to find the design is quite familiar.
Our handwriting and signatures cannot be misread.
All around our cacotopian creation seems so peculiar.
Dank alleys crowded; COVID corpses decompose.
Back when, we passively handed the reign of power
to a petulant fiendish bully we might not now depose.
His smirking cult spews contempt like a shower.
Meanwhile conspiracy capers cavort clucking tongues,
and we view our nihility specters, seeking our escape.
But this vortex germ befouls the air, attacking our lungs.
Our vertigo fatigue means our breakout can’t take shape.
This is long lost Avernus, the black hole of our making.
Thoughtless, this virus only preys on any for the taking.
Categories:
depose, allegory, allusion, angst, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
A heartfelt tribute to Ukraine and its people,
and all other nations and their citizens, for patriotically defending
their motherland against tyranny and cruelty.
A Wish For Peace To Appease
It will be light soon, yet an upheaval devastates to extremes
Time sadly blanket bleakness on landscapes and of the living
Finding serenity missing, tears upon cheeks flow into ravines
A pledge corroded without a word, no whisper, nor a warning
Rippling wave of human despair triggered by war heightened
Fear inundated with rage the gleam of the sun cannot soothe
Battered fragments of hope palpable in the eye of the pained
In essence, dejection needing real salvation, remain resolute
Casualties in armed conflicts derails even the most tenacious
The innocence of youth deprived of innate maternal embrace
Ambiguity is a lingering reality to those in the midst of chaos
While peace seems elusive, a unifying force unveils the maze
To patriots needing to depose autocrat invading their country
Crafting silver bullets aimed at vile men flaunting supremacy
My heartened spirit stands alongside and honor their bravery
They will undeniably reclaim freedom with dignity, in victory!
10/10/2022
1:24 P.M.
Aboard cruise liner:
"Rhapsody of the Seas"
Athens, Greece
Categories:
depose, anger, conflict, courage, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme
Blooming colors in shade and sun;
Fragrant elegance, not to be outdone!
In field, garden and flowerpot,
The rose, the violet, and forget-me-not.
Proud and erect upon the stem,
All who pass must notice them!
Pastels and deeps; an array of brights,
Blaze the days and scent the nights.
Preening and dancing on summer's breeze,
In days of beauty. Days of ease.
I've glimpsed them at noonday, rounding the garden wall-
Much too vain to notice me at all.
And seen them blossom in June morning's heat,
In sun washed loveliness and total conceit!
Scarlet and blue and orange and yellow,
In Red Valley. In golden meadow.
Others bloom wild on desert sand,
Disdainful of a helping hand.
An ageless beauty that none could depose-
It's just the way it goes.
Categories:
depose, beauty, flower, nature, nice,
Form:
Personification
Lovers each parted their ways,
Tears cause misty sprays.
Colder grew them both,
Love amid them was now an old growth.
Lovers wear on their poignant face a pair of abysmal drenched brows,
Each parted brow one crumpled, other rumpled as twinge, sonorous it grows.
Their ways parted but for scores to come both would grieve,
Tears to obscure make believe a poker face for all to deceive.
Cause misty sprays now quench and quell the fervent fires of the raving heart,
Colder grew to icier but a dim flame of passion lies to be kindled although apart.
Them both a score later brought face to face by fate or fortune to meet,
Love amid them, wedged, now flickered and glinted, sneering smiles as they greet.
Was now at hand frozen silence and two tear blubbering faces,
An old growth of love renascence and regenerates.
Now the feelings cold erase and hate displace,
To make way for their searching love to take them to a higher place.
To melt intrepidly into each other’s arms and embrace,
Depose and oust with grace the long worn mask of the poker face.
Et cetera Poetry Contest
29/2/2012
Categories:
depose, imagination, life, loss, lost
Form:
Rhyme
Pure Magic
Rain laden storm clouds nurture mangroves
Inside man or beast live symbiotic microbes
Deceptions entraps the devout and fanatical
Believers defy agnostics depose the rational
Invisible waves illuminate dark cosmic space
Migrating essences and agelessness embrace
Life harboring galaxies astoundingly hypnotic
The universe is a manifestation of pure magic
Penned: 11/11/13
3:43 a.m.
Aboard cruise ship: Splendour Of the Seas
Categories:
depose, universe, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
His passion for power weighs heavy
on his heart forging his decisions.
And he attacks sane politicians
leaking “fake news” out to depose him.
The whole world’s waiting for him to fall
yet none question his authority.
For thanks to Russian interference
he won the electoral college.
Pacified by his gulf courses and
costly toys He maintains his image.
Yet they can't disguise the fact he lives
in an extravagant gilded cage.
His will’s enforced with merciless might
squashing any signs of rebellion.
For he rules with a iron hard fist
unchecked by the glove of compassion.
Trust's a luxury he can't afford
it could cost him the price of office.
And truth is simply nonexistent
in his quiver of indulgent whims.
Time is the ultimate crucible
impeaching his credibility.
And changing him incrementally
until there’s nothing left but a clown.
He’s the alpha and the omega
war and terror are his to command.
And he is the harbinger of death
don't mistake him for anything less.
Categories:
depose, appreciation, bullying, character, culture,
Form:
Blank verse
Silence is a monk
in a mountain
of deep
In meditation
Of heart
Silence is a water
In drench
In dream
Silence in his talk
whispering
within sough
Silence is a monk
In crystal
secret in depose
in his heart
Categories:
depose, feelings,
Form: