Best Deteriorating Poems
And when will the tides turn against confident indifference?!
When will humanity cease
To throw cats against curiosity’s silver coated dagger
Another played out song
Another dramatic lyric
Shifting embellished overtones
With deteriorating tact
They spit posthumous awakenings
As divinity laced smiles, wither under a convoluted moon
Shedding retina waterfalls
Misunderstood
Pretentious anger becomes Aphrodite mediocrity
Wisdom, they never “put out”
Crippled tears
Become self-important struts within olive tinted reckonings
Lambasted butterflies
Stirring hornets’ nest
Uninvited
They dream for better days
While double-knotting gang colored bandanas
On eagle’s achromatic foreheads
Another Woody Woodpecker band-aid pulled from condescending hypocrisies
…
And when will the tides turn against pilot light’s mal-intent?
When will the flinty sheep
Stop wondering how these charring, orange fires began
Forgetting the 115 octane gasoline can
They hold quietly in their hands
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
deteriorating, life, psychological, slam,
Form:
Free verse
Lady Luck ~ (the Nonet)
Tears, shadows that swallow other tears
united and out of control
eyes decompose like soft coal
water, in swimming hole
everglade pistol
celestial toll
river pole
dead soul
pain
~~~~~
All
over
again, pause
deep darken jaws
engraved, digging claws
deteriorating flaws
still alive, eating what was
waste, rain, disabling because
nature lingers, emotional raw
by;~~~
Nonet, 9 lines,
beginning 9 syllables, then 8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 syllable(s) ~ I hope~
for RICK'S contest...
Categories:
deteriorating, depression, sad,
Form:
Nonet
Inspired by one of my favorite bands, Rise Against, and the song is called,
“Ever-changing” (Acoustic). Please listen to this song if you don’t know of it. It’s raw &
powerful.
“Have you ever been a part of something? That you thought would never end. But then, of
course, it did.” –Rise Against
“I fell in ‘Like’ with you”
With her smile
I melted unto oblivion’s redemption
Candy coated perceptions, windows’ gap
Seeping brilliance refreshment
Uncertainty resolution, polished
Absorbed into closeness sun
Yet these eyes still…see
Butterflies taking notice, missing you…as you stood in front of me
Strong, yet soft legs
Foundation of my face to rest upon
Scars…fading
A cremated sin
Yet, elongated moments of silence
Created abruption’s new face
The face of change
When she turned to me and said
“I’m not sure, anymore”
Emotional lullaby, rocking me to sleep
New battles with spectral flashback
Trying to get under my skin, a drunken tick facing demise
Phoenix’s sunrise, rejuvenating my recycled defenses
Yet, today, these rays just aren’t bright enough to burn sadness away
And with these sounds of storm clouds & Fall on horizon’s breath
These grounds are so familiar, yet bittersweet
This heart doesn’t want to be enlightened by karma today
It wants to be held for how it shines now
Denied…distance wins again today
Slavery whipped punishments in miles and blocks
This must end
Because I try to keep lines open to get a call from you
Yet all I hear are booty calls with busy signals
And yet something has kept me here too long
But can they leave me, if I’m already gone?
Something has kept me here too long
Karma’s laughter
But, through it all, I will shine
…
How I wish my mere presence can bring joy’s tear to her eye
Sadly though, now, the lines are drawn
Yet I wonder if this feeling is gone
Have the best parts of this…come and gone?
…
Maybe I’ll never know the truth
Perhaps she was misguided by jealousy’s deprivation
Deteriorating heart’s splendor
While I fell in “like” with her
Perhaps “Better Man 2.0” appeared from Cloud 9’s fallacy
While I fell in “like” with her
Perhaps
She held onto the past
As I, drawn to waterfall’s edge
Allowed myself
To let go…and F
A
L
L
© Drake J. Eszes
“We adore those who hurt us. Yet, we hurt those who adore us.” -Anonymous
Categories:
deteriorating, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
As I lie amongst wildflowers
beneath the butterfly weeds,
you pondered, through my mind
as you often do,
delicately fragile
essence bursting free
eccentric, dazzling colours
deteriorating, slight physique ~
weakening petals withered
mournful harps serenade,
sensing your soul has departed
in sorrow, I feel your peace
as I lie amongst wildflowers,
beneath the butterfly weeds
you pondered through my heart
as you often do
A tribute to Emmalene Benson, forever beautiful. RIP
Categories:
deteriorating, beautiful, best friend, butterfly,
Form:
Free verse
With the morning begins my day;
Different roles I'm ready to play.
Again and again I am perturbed ,
But nature and emotions are undisturbed.
Silently, without a word, all needs I suffice;
Day to night, unsaid unconditional sacrifice.
What do I gain from all these duties?
Deteriorating my health and my fugacious beauty?
Still, I don't pretend, I take my job seriously;
As a homemaker and a mother, working audaciously.
If I don't follow my virtue as my duty,
Who else do you think will prove their loyalty?
(Rhyme Scheme- aa bb cc dd ee ff)
21/04/2016
P.S. This poem is inspired by my mother who is a diligent homemaker and the best mother on earth.
Categories:
deteriorating, inspiration, meaningful, mother,
Form:
Rhyme
deteriorating mind - remnants of time clasped in wrinkled hands
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A Pick a Picture Contest
Hosted by James Edward Lee Sr.
Based on Image 2
Placed 1st
30th March 2019
Categories:
deteriorating, age, time,
Form:
Monoku
I liked her better when she was old
and on her own.
She hated company, and no one called.
She wasn’t the mother I remembered;
she was better and worse,
as I was.
After she went to Hospital,
she stayed in a nursing home
deteriorating.
Her apartment was sold to pay for her care.
When she died we emptied the place,
there was not much to keep,
no photographs or mementos.
One kitchen cabinet was full of unopened
blood pressure tablets,
hundreds.
She preferred to drink.
If she had confided in me
I would have told her
that despite the warnings,
she could have done both,
like I do,
but we never were that close.
Categories:
deteriorating, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
“It” embraces “togetherness”
Like blemished mascara on a retired call girl
“It” would speak in aggressive audible banter,
As if crystallized bullhorns were
Strapped
Onto unwelcome seating arrangements
No boundaries.
No consideration.
No apologies.
Yet, their measurement of pride
Coagulates into withered centimeters
While seducing unscented tulips
With impoverished protractors
And tattered encyclopedias
An unsatisfied square root with no common denominators,
Lacking
No (re)solutions.
Does “it” see colors when they build a façade of deteriorating vowels?
Or is their blood alcohol level tested
By walking on borrowed heels
And pickup lines made of disappearing ink,
Purchased in bulk
Could they realign high hopes while riding on constipated high horses?
Hoping to veer towards whimsical sunsets,
With silver medal’s soul mate,
Drinking from another cracked bowl of pretentious vapors
Feeble attempts to take the hand of any “available” heartbeat,
Hoping they can slow dance to their newly, hand-written
“Woe is me” Polka ballad
Another baby put in the corner
Another bounced reality check
Another hunt for rebounded bliss within conceptual kiss
No hope -> Know hope
No love -> Know love
No better -> Know better
An educated tragedy is their only flirtatious lyric.
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
deteriorating, life, slam,
Form:
Free verse
When someone is told to go back in his country
in peace, it is very wise to go early
to avoid public shame.
When the Ultimatum of French ambassador
of 48 hours to leave Niger's territory passed,
Some nigerien officials cut water and power
at French embassy in Niamey so that the ambassador could go to france.
(Ambassador Sylvain Itte had been ordered
to go amid rapidly deteriorating bilateral ties.)
French government and EU continue encouraging him
to stay in Niger thinking to reverse the coup d'état
as there are many sanctions which affect innocent
people" women , children"
French government supporting the ex-rebels
of northern Niger to start violences as Ecowas troupes delay to take final decision to fight Niger for their interests.
France and EU are not for the good of people of Niger
but their mineral resources.
Ecowas and AU sanctions affecting innocent people
and increasing their strength to continue
standing for their rights as they can't lose
this opportunity to cut ties with France
for their true freedom.
When NATO demonised Muhammad Khadafi to be hated by his people to achieve their goals
which were to collect more natural resources
and plant instability in Libya.
Some libyans thought that NATO was to help them
Nevertheless they are crying till today.
Ghanaian military refused to destroy the victory
of people of Niger and they won't be part of military
who want to kill innocent nigeriens
for the benefits of some westerners
who ill-treating even them.
In life , supporting some oppressors
to hit some victims like you,
the payment will be your own cries.
August 31/2023
Categories:
deteriorating, africa, political,
Form:
Free verse
TEMPTATION'S TOUCH
-----------------------------
His palm soothes the ridges
Furrowed in her starlight skin
Her masseur, he replenishes
Each and every aching extremity
The chiming bells of his strokes
Ring again and again
Summoning her to his lair
Collaged in deep affinity
Her rock solid attraction
Draws her savory soul
Into a lustrous world
She's never seen nor known
A vibrant virgin caressed
Then clasped by her first
Drowns her soul in his lake
To diffuse her thirst
Heaven's hallowed sheet
At last drops her drapes
Unveiling her cast concealed
Behind the stage
Lines from her script
Long lavished in capes
Sifts and locks his eyes
Embellished by each page
Chastity's cloud exiles
Then expurgates her existence
Extracted by he who
Extricated her innocence
Alive and awake, she shows
Herself just the same
Fluorescent radiant flower
Who bears a different name
Restlessly she reclines
Atop her apple green ground
While her heart percussions
Her wedded lover's sound
Each tantalizing twine
Designs his touch so sweet
Tightly tying the tongue
Of the tasting rose
Flooded in fervent favor
From Gehenna's heat
Deteriorating the stem
Decimating her pose
Categories:
deteriorating, christian, corruption, evil, sin,
Form:
Concrete
Something has apprehended me,
I'm intimidated by what I fear.
Petrified of loosing control of me personally,
I couldn't fathom my life to disappear.
The sadness is breaking me down inside,
one blow at a time!
Loosing sight of what is important to me,
maybe that's a sign.
So many thoughts are running though my head,
I can't piece the words together.
Formerly, there used to be direction in my life,
I can't comprehend it, there's nothing left to savor.
Wishing that I could recognize
and effortlessly adore life's simple treasures.
Numerous memories to visualize, just one more time,
to seize life's unique pleasures.
Am I walking around in circles?
bolting from the pain.
I can't decipher through the debris in my head,
am I insane?
Shrieking out internally,
loosing track if what is real.
My mind is gradually deteriorating, I see it drifting away,
terror is entirely what I feel.
Wishing that I could recognize
and effortlessly adore life's simple treasures.
Numerous memories to visualize, just one more time,
to seize life's unique pleasures.
Lying alone, locked up inside myself,
tears flow from my blood shot eyes.
The screams restricted within are driving me insane,
Who the hell am I?
What has happened to me? Somewhere along life's road,
I have relinquished all control.
Everything has spun out, like squealing tires in the night,
taking possession of my soul.
I'm slipping further into the darkness
and my surroundings are terrible cold.
Screaming to a crowd without a voice to carry my words,
a fear that my heart molds.
Wishing that I could recognize
and effortlessly adore life's simple treasures.
Numerous memories to visualize, just one more time,
to seize life's unique pleasures.
Categories:
deteriorating, confusion, dark, journey, me,
Form:
Personification
Lost in a fantasy, eager to make it reality.
Tangled in emotions, too oblivious to see.
How desperate I was for a taste of your love,
all those nights I begged to the one up above.
I sit and swallow the liquid that makes the pain momentarily disappear.
I let myself become incoherent, for there’s no one’s voice I want to hear.
Dazed and lost, I drown in my own thoughts.
Seems to me I’m in a battle that I’ve already fought.
I am unsure if it’s made me stronger or slowly deteriorating me inside.
The wall around my heart is not yet sturdy, and I failed to protect my mind.
I care so much, but yet my heart is becoming cold.
The games, the lies, and deceit are getting old.
I don’t have time for the foolishness, I have too much to give.
To be mislead and only given portions of a person is not the way I want to live.
I have too much to offer and too much to share.
I refuse to invest so much time and emotion on someone who doesn’t care.
However, I tend to find myself in that situation.
The monster that lies within my heart was nothing but my own creation.
I fed myself wishful thoughts and fairytales.
I continued to do so, knowing my heart might be struck with a nail.
I begin to think I'll never learn.
Oh that feeling of being content is something that I yearn.
Categories:
deteriorating, deep, heart, lost, poems,
Form:
Rhyme
WAITING TO EXHALE
Now that I have successfully alienated everyone else,
the time has come to liberate myself, having played
this out in my mind…so many times I guess I have
finally acted on it—as you try to comprehend.
This “fault”—this “defect” in my head--an
incessant obsession and desire to want to
trip all the switches which keep going -- either
overloading or slowing down into a very faint buzz,
reminding me and making me barely aware that
I am still physically present even though
it feels like I have died a slow death inside.
The exhaustion of knowing that the extreme highs and lows will
without fail, continue to repeat themselves, each one, each time,
leaving me more out of control and hopeless than the last.
It’s acknowledging my personal weaknesses, not being
able to maintain any inkling of mature responsibility and
the continued failure—feelings of guilt, incompetence and
letting people—family, friends, medical professionals
and even myself down, time and time again.
Coping mechanisms are deteriorating and becoming
dysfunctional until they reach the stage of being a self
destructive procedural descent in the same direction.
Alcohol and drug abuse will only numb the pain for
so long before they consume a person in the mere
volumes required to obtain the equivalent effect.
I have reached the stage where I feel I have made
a progressive step to the next level—to show myself
this time I have the courage to carry it through...
Finality will prove the unknown entity but…. it does not scare me any longer--
waiting to exhale…..
(This was a suicide note I wrote five years ago. Fortunately there was intervention and I was correctly diagnosed and received the appropriate medication. To anyone out there feeling this way-- there IS hope--- just pick up a phone or text/sms someone)
Categories:
deteriorating, depression, suicide, drug,
Form:
Free verse
'Ding-Ding-Ding'
Round 1
Your knees became weak
Learning that your opponent was The Great Enah;
The one to never lose a match.
The one to tear you apart from the inside,
with a double right hook to a left
uppercut combo,
and finally a killer left jab to the
right cheek to only take you out
for 3 seconds at a time;
Round 6
My heart sunk
Learning of your match when you were half way done.
At this point
struggling
just to
keep your
breath.
Battlescars have taken captive your beautiful flesh
Wrinkles of veins stand like mountains
above valleys of blood on your deteriorating skin.
Yet I watch you continue on,
to land a glorifying punch to say
"Everything will be alright."
Round 12
The final countdown
Revealing the final combo
A fatal melee straight through the chest.
I fell to my knees as she tumbled to the ring's floor.
The impact of her body loosely colliding to the ground
echoed in my gut.
6 Rounds,
Not even 60 or 600,
could prepare me for this moment -
She lost.
'Ding-Ding-Ding'
Categories:
deteriorating, allegory, death, family, health,
Form:
Free verse
Whenever I drown in the river of tears,
You have always been there to overcome all my fears;
Your guidance has every time thrown light in the path of darkness,
The beatings given by you resisted me to do any further menace;
Hats off to your effort to handle a child like me,
Without a father,find every pinch of time free;
I miss you every time whenever alone in streets,
Imagining to walk through the gates of joy matching with your feet;
Why should I wish for any gift on my birthdays?
When the Almighty has given me the best person who resides in my instincts everyday;
Your concern for me is never hidden from any side,
My love for you would lasts till my last drop of blood flow in the tide;
Your deteriorating health scares my mind,
To see you improvise is one of my first priority to find;
Your devotion to work always touched my heart,
Always set a target to get lead over you by putting a benchmark,
You are the home of blessings,
Wish I could have inherited some of your belongings;
My whatever achievements is owed to you,
The smile on your face eradicates all my worries whichever I pursue;
The Sun's glaze can never stand against your will,
Your diplomatic talks can outweigh the silence of moonlight to set peace with evil;
My unsung desires never required any words to express it to you,
I don't know how these things transmitted to your mind with every instant flew;
The wake up calls always angered me in the past,
The reason behind it never came to idiot boy such fast;
Whenever I am in need of father,
Your dual role enabled nothing to bother;
The verdicts of your acts influenced my ambition a lot,
Getting you as coach trained me to have course of victory with each defeat block;
At this phase of my life I can't afford to give you a gift,
May God give us every moment to remember something which would be sweet;
On the most special day of your life I won't sense my presence,
The biggest grudge I would ever have which will taunt it's essence;
Thanks for everything you gave all these years,
Mummy,you are the most loving person among my beloved dears.
Categories:
deteriorating, character,
Form:
Ode