Best Despicably Poems
Death's dark shadow
lurks callously near.
My precious love,
a mere shadow herself.
We shall treasure
these cherished,
coveted, idolized,
fleeting moments
that are left to us tonight.
Last few weeks,
a blur of pain
and desperation,
denial and anguish.
Tears crashing down...
a raging torrent
of hopelessness,
an ocean of agony.
Our love, forever exorcised
from this earthly existence.
Minutes, moments, memories,
ticking clocks, sunrise, dusk
Dragging my kicking,
screaming psyche, nearer,
and ever closer
to the exact milisecond,
when my beloveds breath,
life force, smile, twinkling eyes,
warmth, humanity, loveliness,
soft spoken words of comfort,
will cease, stop and end,
with the despicably cruel,
cold, heartless horror, and
excruciating finality of death.
Categories:
despicably, angst, death, love,
Form:
Prose
terrorism,
despicably inhuman,
murderous, treacherous malevolence,
extolling deranged, cultic fanaticism,
devilish.
Categories:
despicably, life, peace, people,
Form:
Cinquain
Will it ever end?
The madness that our world seems to have gotten in!
No safety nor sanctity can we find,
in a world so vicious, so mean, so blatantly unkind.
Leaders gone mad, with powers they've known,
forgetting their place as they despicably have shown.
Their promises they've broken and they throw care to the wind,
the scene is now set as John the Revelators story begins.
The day of the serpent, with his head reared up high,
and his own band of followers. With no remorse they do try.
No repentance or shame,
t'is the way of the world and no one shoulders the blame.
For the day will come and all will see,
the Glory of God and the Kingdom that will be.
When the trumpet sounds and the clouds roll away,
and there on His white horse sits our Savior who returns to reign on this day!
Those that wallow in deceit and sin, all will be cast away,
Cast into the “Lake of Fire” come this judgment day.
The ones called meek because of the mercies they had shown and the kindness in which they
spake,
shall inherit this earth, because their love for God, God will not forsake.
Categories:
despicably, lifegod, world, day, god,
Form:
Verse
On the car ride to chaos
I let the soft instrumental music
trace along the corners of my mind
easing the knot inside
my eyes shut, as the sun’s warmth fell;
Like an orphaned leaf subtly on a lulled lake.
The sun afresh;
playing hide and seek with the trees,
I rested exquisitely.
Slowly but inconsistently,
like honey in water,
the warmth lazily spread its way
through my pores making way to my unkempt heart,
Polishing away around each jagged edge and corner;
All the way down to the very roots, crumbling the crass.
Light shone on broken glass,
(once despicably destruct)
transitioned into my heart.
Once again christened and ready for war, I thought;
Perhaps in the moment between a swelling tide and a catastrophic wave,
The calm in the chaos- a catalyst before the next storm?
Categories:
despicably, beauty, growth, motivation, music,
Form:
Free verse
Dependable, DogDeanie was deliriously dainty, despicably delightful,
And delicately but duplicitously decorated, by dubious Darwin, who
Depended on DogDeanie to deliver delectable, delicious, dorm dolls
To Darwin’s Downtown Dogdom, or Darwin’s Delightful Dog Deiicacies.
Darwin’s double dog-nesses, where he displayed daring deeds,
Dedicated to DogMaestro, DogDeanie’s dashing Daddy, whose Derby
Was desperately downright dog-famous at both duplex businesses,
Darwin’s Downtown Dogdom and Darwin’s Delightful Dog Delicacies.
Categories:
despicably, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Alliteration
Poetry has washed its hands off me by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T. Wignesan
I don’t say I'm done with everything
I don’t feel deluded in this respect
I would have liked continuing to poetise
but the course of inspiration has run out.
Poetry has continued to behave well
it is I who is guilty of horribly bad behaviour.
What do I gain from saying
that I (too) have behaved well
that poetry has not been of good behaviour
when everybody knows I’m the guilty one.
Serves me right that I made myself out to be an imbecile!
Poetry has continued to behave well
my behaviour has been despicably horrible
Poetry has washed its hands off me.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Categories:
despicably, creation, inspiration, introspection, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
I care for other people
Do what other people tell me
Reply and listen to their requests
Bear with them and love them
With my heart and soul
Then what other people do
Other people look at me despicably
Dismiss me and shout at me
For I did talk pleasant
For God to shout at them I hope
After I waited for other people
Stood up for them and got beaten
Other people remain People
That live and I don’t know how
With no Heart or Soul
Categories:
despicably, peopleme, heart, people, heart,
Form:
Free verse
My January, you cup the balm of my fortitude
in your hands streaked with breathing hope,
nursing the fertile seeds of renewal
with crystal mist so despicably beautiful
that moonlit fireworks glaze steadily
on night’s eyes, grounding my balance
with acceptance that throbs of both
discontent and love come
from the same seed: and how
this first month must be relished
in holiness of fresh dowry days--
Categories:
despicably, january,
Form:
Free verse
US horizons shine
In jubilation
For today, is the 4th of July
As cracks of guns and fireworks
hearten
To celebrate American Independence!
This freedom loving nation
A bastion of heart warming citizens
Today, sing in unison so valiant
Despite dozens in streets protests rippling
Under the sunny emblem.
Now, too, coincide, it reopens
The Great Statue of Liberty, an eye opener
Of the sacrifices proud in wars without and within
The Great Defender and very raring Westerner
Resplendent of its glorious past with
armor despicably shining.
Oh, America, my country, My motherland!
You are one up to this day till end
Come our way , addressed and destined
Followed by allies ,enemies and among nations
Truly unwavering and caring at its helm.
SUPREME EMBLEM, TODAY, the
4TH of JULY OUR INDEPENDENCE!
Categories:
despicably, patriotic, , western,
Form:
Free verse
Pure evil appeared in that Uvalde, Texas classroom
Dressed in the blue jeans of a typical teenager,
Or was the AK-15 the evil that brought such doom
On either, I suppose, a rational person might wager.
Dressed in the blue jeans of a typical teenager
A mere boy influenced, perhaps, by a video game
On either, I suppose, a rational person might wager
I think we’ll never know exactly what was to blame.
A mere boy influenced, perhaps, by a video game
Was his anger directed at his fourth-grade teacher?
I think we’ll never know exactly what was to blame,
What turned him into this despicably evil creature.
Was his anger directed at his fourth-grade teacher?
He killed 19 children; he didn’t even know their name
What turned him into this despicable, evil creature?
Was he merely seeking his fifteen minutes of fame?
He killed 19 children; he didn’t even know their name
May history blot out his name, may it never be known
Was he merely seeking his fifteen minutes of fame?
May journalists swear that his face never be shown.
May history blot out his name, may it never be known
Or was the AK-15 the evil that brought such doom?
May journalists swear that his face never be shown
Pure evil appeared in that Uvalde, Texas classroom!
Written May 29, 2022
Categories:
despicably, anti bullying, child abuse,
Form:
Pantoum
Imprisoned in the four walls of Rejection’s cell
The world stone deaf to the screams coming from this hell
I throw myself at the padded walls, frenzied…appalled
Self-loathing spews into my mouth leaving me galled
You see the face, read the words, but don’t understand
Rejection is pounding me down with iron hand
He shouts obscenities, strips the robe of esteem
Hand connects with my face, knocking clear every dream
He forces me down, and I lay splayed on the floor
Kicked by the memories of all he’s done before
Blooded and bruised, I pray for the end to be swift
In and out of consciousness…my deranged thoughts drift
The straight jacket of pain, he tightens every day
Oxygen deprived, each lucid thought goes astray
Too despicably weak to break free, try to fight
Done with gruesome work, Rejection turns out the light
Tortured about the motive for his perverse glee
My need for affection makes a prey out of me
Rejection has raped me and left blood on the floor
Nearing death, I pray, he’ll lose the key to my door
Eileen Manassian Ghai
Categories:
despicably, psychological,
Form:
Couplet
Really wonder what you’re thinking
Whether you still love me
Whether you’ll fight for me
Whether you’ll be there
Whether you still care
Whether you are going to be there for me or not
Heard a wise quote
Once you are vulnerable with your partner
Is when you discover love?
And can grow in love
All I see is hate despicably empty soullessness
Taking me on a wild goose chase
And I don’t know what to do for it
But to believe that destiny will take me
On the path that is ever so true
Ever so pure
The path that is supposed to be
So I have no choice but to wait
Not on you
But on myself
On whether I love you
Or
On whether I can live without you
Categories:
despicably, addiction,
Form:
Free verse
I am your lord and savior,
Holding thy life in the palm of my hand,
Heed my words and know I am not kind,
I shall excuse your despicably free behavior,
And teach you to die by my stern command,
For that is the way of the respectably defined.
He was my lord and savior,
And thus he shaped my life with the palm of his hand,
To avoid such fury I obeyed and followed in kind,
I found excuses for my callously free behavior,
And learnt to die by stern command,
For that is the way generations are confined.
Categories:
despicably, abuse, childhood, culture, family,
Form:
Epic
Nobody Understands me
All these questions people hand me
I can’t make decisions
I answer wrong answers
I cause my own collisions
All these retched people judge me
When I stand against my own word
The thought of which absurd
I know I have heard my voice and thought it to be wrong
Just another song
Another tragic story
The bloody part is coming
Getting gory
No one gets the glory
Except me
The queen who makes the worst decisions
Causing her own collisions
All of these choices
All of these persistent voices
Continuos nagging
It just keeps on red flagging
All the time
So much time
But yet so little
I try I try I cry
I die
Nobody understands me
All these thoughts that people hand me
Utterly
Despicably
Saddening
Sickening
Me
Such a sickening me
Categories:
despicably, dedication, depression, devotion, dream,
Form:
Free verse
Hey you, dear reader!
You over there
immersed in this fairy world
lost in this wonderland!
"Mon semblable, mon frère"!
What if
life goes awry
and plans do stray
from the intended course
from the traced way
without a cause?
Won't you crave to have a say?
What if
your hopes
your wishes
are all the day
despicably belittled
and thrown away
without a cause?
Won't you ache to have a say?
What if
such a dissonant fray
you're written away
and told to stick to
the puppet's part
in a sham play
without a cause?
Won't you die to have a say?
But what if
your feet of clay
your cherished memories
all that to which you tenderly cling
refuse to yield in low obeisance
to the whims of those that pre-emptively seek
to clip your wings and blockade the way
for fear that you may
believe in your ambitions
and dare follow a dream you're not meant to have
or God forbid
you even may
strive to stand tall in a place you're not meant to tread
?
Out of defiance or out of ennui
believe it or not
You'll end up having a say
And with good intentions
you'll pave the way
to hell for those who meanly pray
to see you fail day after day
to heaven for those who like you pray
to reach their goals
without obliging souls for that to pay.
Yet, pay attention!
Complexes will always be a part of who we are
inferior, superior, sceptic, naively optimistic ...
Just do not let them out of boredom
hypocritically meddle with the others' life!
Oh, you reader! "Mon semblable, mon frère"!
Categories:
despicably, courage, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse