Best Derisive Poems
Every discovery started with absolutely
no idea of where to start...
There is not enough time in a lifetime
to measure success...
Just as there is pain in uncertainty,
there is peace in faith...
We thrive in our communal happiness,
we parish in derisive pain...
Death is much less reliable in peace.
In war, we can put up a more
reasonable defense...
We can waste a lifetime seeking happiness
from someone else's approval...
Our happiness should always be seen
in the kindness of our eyes...
With desires held in check,
less becomes more...
When a smile becomes a laugh,
you've found happiness...
Love is helping someone discover that they
are better than what they thought they were...
Unfathomable contentment is a poet
finishing the last line of a poem...
Categories:
derisive, muse, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
Blood Red Moon
Deep devouring passions bleed now from this solar eclipse
As black blood flows from an evil army of “undead” beings
Whose fangs hideously and cruelly pierce the veins of their
Mesmerized and unsuspecting victims who are held at bay.
In such silence burdens prowl inside deep sad heartbeats
As ghastly living shadows creep eerily in and knot the
Tortured guts of a twisted scared bloodless life falling
Under the dark macabre gaze of the Blood Red Moon.
At night uncanny black magic spells are intoned in the
Old Latin scripture as large spider webs cast a gloomy
Presence and envelope now all those trapped by them as
The misted breath bleeding hearts howl to Heaven’s roar.
Standing upon a rugged and lonely mountain crossroad
There can be no release from the devilish glare of the
Vaunted “Blood Red Moon” whose evil presence pervades
Every breath you take and casts a demonic derisive stare.
My senses are now frozen in place as a deep chill shakes
My soul to the very core of its primordial existence as I
React to the cutting cold of a dawning maleficent darkness
Invading every corner and space of my psyche and existence.
The wicked jaws of a rabid beast seek now to bite and rip
All beauty from me and all thoughts I hold close and dear
As I gasp now for life and painfully feel my tired heartbeat
Slow as my immortal soul numbs and cries crocodile tears.
I’m cursed now to walk alone forever as my spilled remains
Are cut now and my ties of human existence have disappeared
Putting me on the ground on all fours as I ponder my ultimate
Fate in the hands of a supernatural force beyond any mercy.
As the shadow of Lucifer’s Blood Red Moon passes over my
Tortured face I spy a look at one demonic siren prompting me
Now to follow her as my body is placed on a sacrificial alter
And my life ebbs away as I’m kissed by spirits of the damned!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – October 11, 2015
(Narrative Quatrain)
Categories:
derisive, dark, evil, fantasy, halloween,
Form:
Quatrain
Blood Red Moon
Deep devouring passions bleed now from this solar eclipse
As black blood flows from an evil army of “undead” beings
Whose fangs hideously and cruelly pierce the veins of their
Mesmerized and unsuspecting victims who are held at bay.
In such silence burdens prowl inside deep sad heartbeats
As ghastly living shadows creep eerily in and knot the
Tortured guts of a twisted scared bloodless life falling
Under the dark macabre gaze of the Blood Red Moon.
At night uncanny black magic spells are intoned in the
Old Latin scripture as large spider webs cast a gloomy
Presence and envelope now all those trapped by them as
The misted breath bleeding hearts howl to Heaven’s roar.
Standing upon a rugged and lonely mountain crossroad
There can be no release from the devilish glare of the
Vaunted “Blood Red Moon” whose evil presence pervades
Every breath you take and casts a demonic derisive stare.
My senses are now frozen in place as a deep chill shakes
My soul to the very core of its primordial existence as I
React to the cutting cold of a dawning maleficent darkness
Invading every corner and space of my psyche and existence.
The wicked jaws of a rabid beast seek now to bite and rip
All beauty from me and all thoughts I hold close and dear
As I gasp now for life and painfully feel my tired heartbeat
Slow as my immortal soul numbs and cries crocodile tears.
I’m cursed now to walk alone forever as my spilled remains
Are cut now and my ties of human existence have disappeared
Putting me on the ground on all fours as I ponder my ultimate
Fate in the hands of a supernatural force beyond any mercy.
As the shadow of Lucifer’s Blood Red Moon passes over my
Tortured face I spy a look at one demonic siren prompting me
Now to follow her as my body is placed on a sacrificial alter
And my life ebbs away as I’m kissed by spirits of the damned!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – October 11, 2015
(Narrative Quatrain)
Categories:
derisive, dark, evil, fantasy, halloween,
Form:
Quatrain
Fear of Numbers
Fear of numbers is real
They carry adding machines on their backs
And loaded numbered guns
Divide and subtract from families and everyone
With two times the pleasure two times the fun
Double their trouble on the run
You cannot escape the digits on your hands and toes
They are counting on you to pull them through
Children fear math and numbers like the plague
Run from them at multiple fractions of a second
Poof!...Like zero, (Is that a real name and number?), they are gone
Figures hide behind accountants glasses
Hitting you with tons of taxes
Not to be divisive or derisive
Or taken down in dividends
I think they’re out to get you
In the end they have no =
Something’s don’t add up
You can count on that
Categories:
derisive, conflict, education, image, judgement,
Form:
Didactic
Unseen but ubiquitous,
Savage and surreal,
If not curated but contagious,
Annihilative and aerial,
Then lurking, now loose,
You are the silent stone sepulchre,
Tangling, tormenting; transient truce,
An asphyxiating, aggravating and apocalyptic aperture,
You might among countless thriving throng induce fear,
Cause bountiful bouts of darkness and despair,
You might perhaps possess lives of mankind in multitudes,
Cripple economies and ravage revenues.
Say, can you cease the blowing of wildly winds?
Say, can you banish a bridal blush or a child’s caprice?
Say, can you hold the hanker of a koel for its lilting lyrics, while it sings?
Say, can you shackle the Sun, or rob its rays with your bitter malice?
You are nothing but an atomic annihilator, a sombre spree,
In vain you strive to rule over our spirits free,
We would surmount all sufferings and decimate your derisive decree.
Saptarshi Mukherjee
Categories:
derisive, courage, death, endurance, hope,
Form:
Alliteration
On Seeing a Painting by Picasso
By Elton Camp
The museum has a portrait by Picasso on display
When I heard that, I knew had to go by that way
I must admit that, a country hick like me
Has few chances a real work of art to see
The first painting I saw caused me to smile
It obviously was the work of a little child
A real talent for painting the child had not
Yet the museum gave it a prominent spot
In time the child might learn to draw
When better examples of art it saw
Now derisive laughter the kid might hear
If it came to visit and was standing near
I had to hope most folks won’t mind
To a little one’s work to try to be kind
An attempt to paint a woman it seemed to be
But it certainly looked very strange to me
One eye was looking over to her right
While the other had a straight sight
The nose was not located in between
In the place of an ear it could be seen
Mouth wasn’t at the center of her chin
Way over toward the side it did begin
The figure’s hair wasn’t up on the top
Way down to the left side it did drop
Her face was littered with weird designs
Composed of many multiple colored lines
I hoped nobody the child would ask
If it was a horrid Halloween mask
Of that painting I had quite enough
I was ready to see the genuine stuff
“Guard, where may the Picasso be found
So I won’t have to hunt for it all around?”
My question seemed the guard to confuse
Or perhaps I should say it came to amuse
His words to me were such a total surprise
“That is it, right there before your eyes.”
Categories:
derisive, funnychild, work, halloween, art,
Form:
Verse
Oh my ignoble mind
why must you be so
rueful-this sorrowful pity
abject-I am not contemptible
brooding-unkind contemplations.
Oh my heinous conscience
dare not
mock me-oh the cruelty
taunt me-cuts so deep
bleed me-I flow dying.
Oh my callous intellect
why must you yet
scorn me-is praise so ugly
castigate me-the pain beguiling
disparage me-oh your brutality!
Oh my derisive aspect
dare not
deceive me-illusions prison
betray me-my loyalty shaken
delude me-my truth so naked.
Do not do so!
Oh my afflicted mind
why must you
transcend my heart-this raw love
overtake the purpose-all consuming
of my fierce quest-aching in urgency.
Even still with
scant recompense
I die a thousand deaths
in your ideations.
Categories:
derisive, angst,
Form:
Free verse
"Gold Bitten"
delinquent minds
call the creative in
gold bitten terror bites
he thinks he’s a poet
she thinks of other things
not so equivalent
she thinks she’s a brevity
he believes he’s a harlequin
the point mute and hammered in
golden words delivered
shining against the banished burnished
flowing in the unleashed freedom
up from the depths
some kind of risen,
coldly removed, poetically bitten
unmistakably
apples rolled, stark competition
outrun, yet golden
monster
loved, and
monster driven
where did you come from beautiful?
the question derisive, velvet tones,
moss hidden
From the depths of it all,
she responds,
from the dead, risen
(LadyLabyrinth/2023)
terabyte.
"The prefix tera is derived from the Greek word for monster"...
brevity.
harlequin.
apples. ;)
Categories:
derisive, muse,
Form:
Narrative
Sitting next to a person whose breath stinks,
is it alcohol or lack of oral hygiene...
never mind what that person thinks:
excessive drinking is not a medicine!
Waiting for the bus that
runs on a Sunday schedule is tormenting misery,
and worse, standing next
to a smoker who has little consideration for me!
And I assume no other intruder tries
to spoil my trip on this bus cramped with kids
who talk aloud and curse with derisive eyes,
not hearing the bus driver's angered voice!
Categories:
derisive, how i feel, judgement,
Form:
Rhyme
what do i say to No?
when i know what not to do
but i know not what to do.
when Winter dies into Spring
and i must share my space with Strangers
but i don’t know what to say.
has there ever been a place
where all were welcome
and no one was Strange?
i think the Cherokee had it right
before the Trail of Tears
and the Great Usurpation.
but for me, choked-up memories
of a quiet corner of a high school locker room,
a knife at my neck.
“i oughta slit your throat, white boy,” he says.
and they all laugh -- because i am different.
and later, much later
of a party and more derisive laughter
directed at my accent -- because i am different.
and each time i stutter a smile at it all.
hoping the tension will diffuse.
hoping the voice will not crack.
hoping the tears will not flow.
for what do i say to No?
but kill the lot in my fantasies --
grimacing as i slay
and speaking to Rage.
but Nietzsche got it right:
no one speaks to Power.
but Power speaks to No.
and eventually Summer
and too many Strangers
in places i want to be.
so i stay sequestered in my basement.
so the tension will diffuse.
so the voice will not crack.
so the tears will not flow.
what can i say to No?
when i don’t know what to do.
Categories:
derisive, philosophy, society,
Form:
Free verse
An apple a day keeps the doctor away;
But hugs are the best for your heart.
They say all is fair in love and in war,
But fair can keep lovers apart.
Normal’s a setting on washing machines,
But love is extraordinaire.
So don’t let the sun set on anger or spite;
Apologize gently, with care.
“It ain’t broke, don’t fix it” might go for a car,
But love is an ongoing work.
Measure twice, cut once, take care what you say,
‘Cuz love doesn’t suffer a jerk.
Culture’s what grows in the back of the fridge;
For love, you must cultivate.
Absence, they say, makes the heart grow fonder,
But presence is truly what sates.
Some idiot thought fear was better than love;
For that, there’s derisive laughter.
They say that one’s pride comes before the big fall,
But lawyers come shortly thereafter.
A horse led to water can’t be made to drink,
But roses can go a long way.
“You reap what you sow” should give one pause to think,
Attend to your love every day!
Some say love’s euphoric, it intoxicates,
But a love that is real, it seems,
Is a garden that’s tended to every day,
Not some blissful escape of your dreams.
Categories:
derisive, love,
Form:
Grook
Soft and gentle.
Tenderly kissing
Cheeks and hair.
Vieing with the ardour
Of the noon day sun
To cool the sweated brow.
Playful,teasing,
Impudently tugging.
Breezing along rooftops,
Rattling doors and windows.
Prying into every nook and cranny.
Inquisitive,mischievous
Restless and free.
Darting through trees
With animated chatter.
Swaggering through cornfields
With cocky gait,
Or just drifting with clouds
Along a lazy sky...
Yet in demonic mood.
Unleashing it's tantrum
Upon the earth
Nature's unruly
Petulant child,
Thrashing, uprooting,
Creating havoc.
A tornado of energy
With devastation
In its wake.
Inciting seas
With sweeping agitation,
Hustling storm clouds
Along a black leaden sky.
Malevolent, threatening
Wearing a mantle of destruction,
And conjuring up a storm
With a howl of derisive glee...
Then when fury is spent
Once again still,calm.
The merest whisper..
Fanning the landscape
With soothing breath.
And caressing the earth
With a peaceful sigh.
Categories:
derisive, nature
Form:
Personification
one thing you have to learned is to let go all of the frustration learned to let it flow
letting go is not the easy thing you know but as you grow you start to brake free
and then you will know just how strong and not weak and wrong for wanting to move on
to better positive structure building a foundation from the ground up takes passion thick skin must of all self respect for self and others when you build you a accomplish when you demolish you destroy with no chance of rebuilding what once was will never be but a distance memory
A flower must be watered in Oder to grow and blossom into its full beauty
for the eyes to see its cared for and loved when neglected it attracts more candidates
that will care and nu-retch the abandoned seed but who is to say if treated lovingly our poorly
for not every book can be read by its cover read between the lines take notes of the first red flag is a sign of danger appearances can derisive like night and day
we learn from our mistakes from making the stakes that much harder on our selves
were so bend on in eye for in eye that we forget we are blind when it comes to matters
of the heart we derisive our selves into believing all is well when in reality all looking in can see what is not apparent to you for a loving heart cant see no wrong but by pass wrong doing
for the sake of being accepted and loved but at the same time in the wrong persons for what you offer has so much value that often then none is not return in full in what ever relationships we in counter disappointment we grow as we move on letting go makes you the better stronger positive respected self powered humanly possible person most of all happily loved
Categories:
derisive, conflict, confusion, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Concrete
The actor sells derisive fears
to ferment bald lies in our ears.
It's clear that Glenn Beck
is more than just dreck,
there's dollar-signs behind those tears.
Categories:
derisive, funny, people
Form:
Limerick
Dogmatic deconstructionists
declaim
the Dogs of Doggerel
during the
Dog Days of Delusion
Deluded destroyers
deliver
the Dogfights of Doggerel
during the
Dog Dances of Derision
Derisive decoys
denounce
the Doghouses of Doggerel
during the
Dog Dreams of Deception
Categories:
derisive, dog, humor, nonsense, word
Form:
Alliteration