Best Devolve Poems
Shall I liken you to a corpse bouquet?
You are certainly ripe and more fetid.
The fond zephyrs of May waft your decay
Up the addled noses of us wretched
Hordes famished for flesh, lurching on the moor,
And me amongst them clawing to your scent
Putrix beyond the spitty chum’s allure
Propels me well beyond routine ferment
To you, though Fate’s sickle blade shall flail
My congealed member’s once firm resolve,
And fire inflames us just shy of the pale,
Our passion will continue to devolve.
Ever, shall she be my prime cadaver,
O to undie again, and to have her!
Categories:
devolve, death, first love,
Form:
Sonnet
Goddess breasts
And King rage
Stood atop high mountain
Within fog-haze heaven fountain
Proclaimed animosity
Seduction she destruction he
Planned in intricate intimate detail
Spanned thoughts depths good to evil
Delve deeper death
Devolve life or rotting unto another
Devoid they’ll stumble crumble
Rubble stubble see the wonderful
Beautiful ending chaos of love
Passionate embracing commences
****** finalizing hatred
Defenses halt all faltering attraction
Poison words become self-preserving reaction
Pitiful pitiless human race
Crass species welcoming defeat
Relieve relent life strife
This wife is now beaten bloody
Barren dragon satan devil spawn
Celestial snow painted blood-red
We are dead
Time reduces marvelously
Flesh erodes bloated bones
Appear traveler near observes
Immortals on high crying softly
Falling Olympus’ shroud tainted dyed
Maroon amber streams
Skeleton’s romance remains
Defames other’s vows
Promised hours till reaper doth part
Wedding bands golden
These eyes have beholden
Affection surpassing eternal sleep
Redemption veiled with mystery.
Categories:
devolve, allegory, death, love, life,
Form:
Free verse
The hero of my story is a loser
Going back in time one day
of my life every day of my life
just to kill myself
Making myself devolve
just to join the same
I am no better than anyone else
and never want to be
Justice missing its ice
You may visit
but i am the one that lives in here
No end credits to watch
Please put rubbish in the bin provided
Categories:
devolve, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Say so sadness must reveal
Who saw a brother falling fast?
The depth of loss for all so real
Mind departure liquor blast
The finest glider in the air
One glitch devolve to nullify
Fine life of labor flying fair
Shards remain of years gone by
All bottle-torn disheveled worn
One perfect flight crash-landed
Slim hope for greener pasture born
Locked out a mind descended
Categories:
devolve, mental illness,
Form:
Rhyme
Waters rise, engulf the land and other ruses
we devise to block their flow, to stem the tides.
Anxious, we are left to ride the waves
on fragile barques bereft of sails.
Such flimsy arks (mere barrel staves
and baling wire) float up the sides
of great sea-risers like defiant snails
awash in slime. In time, seabrine looses
collective holds on congealed excuses
and in salt solution we dissolve.
To silver fishes we soon devolve
while worlds and stars, giants and dwarfs,
fade from mind like boats from wharfs.
And when to darker depths we dive,
will fishes miss us? Shall we survive
apart from sky, from air, from dry?
If at last we gasp and die
will crabs cavort? Can fishes cry?
Categories:
devolve, allegory, angst, death, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
A voice on the phone from so far away.
A friend faces ruin. he's hit the wall!
He climbs into my head, hoping he may
find some little drawer of magic in all
our shared memories, or unexpected
door of insight opened to solve
his situation. It's an unrewarded
search in which we both clumsily devolve
into clichés and find ourselves tripping
over old patterns. I want to help
but just short of his condition am stepping
away in fear, with nothing to give but guilt
of my uselessness. So some bracing words,
and hope for better hide ominous chords.
Categories:
devolve, allegory,
Form:
Sonnet
They drift gently
down(downed)?
Into the heart they root,
confetti on desperate streets
glowing like gilded red roses.
Smell them as they chant your songs..
so very often(semi-pure hearted) they keep things(you) aloft,
far above
the stingers
the biters of early frost.
All the while death's photographic memory
tapdancing,tossing needles.
You feel you can ride razors, go unscarred.
A pinwheel inside the bubble of sodapop dreams,
live forever's eternity..
the loins of the mind a crisp-confident ball of catnip and tinsel.
Every by-way of everyday doused in gentle flames
every gaze a swaying mosaic of prarie flowers...
but the sun is but a blemish to storm...
the downy gaze is but a concrete stare,
the eyes of hope glancing off yesterday
when trails were filled with bike bells and pulse.
Petals of just being, brushed beneath tender chins
we both liked butter and blurry stars... and we kissed...
clumsily -chiptoothed - pure
and
sediments of love and living will devolve,
wings tend to become claws
flight into crawl...
an uncomfortable lavender.
Paths will rut, become trough
become..
cold
canyon
flash flooding crashing.
Broken flowers cascading under the chin
butter turns
rancid
crows barking,
"I told you so-should have listened to father,
when he begged you to slow down
sip slowely and breathe.
The silk of naive leads to brushfires in the mind
everything given to scorch...
the hills the troughs
we (the survivors) hang from trees
groping the dark
to descend to the bones of things once loved
of things once cherished
of things now hated
of things avoided
things that lay dead..
a plague of darknesses bred
in the silences
of
hopeless.
The lullaby raped into hoarsness,
like bike bells in winter.
Categories:
devolve, nostalgia, , Lullaby,
Form:
Free verse
i notice all the pod-people doing money-sex related things
as it becomes the milling of the new androids
caught up in the trap
of it all
there's got to be some big deal they must be wrapping up
- that's why it's so important
to have all that gear on
worse yet,
is the look on their countenance
while conducting
"the deal"
whatever it is
so
it seems
that what they are doing is
somehow
more important than anything anyone around them are doing
charging around
ostentatious
peacocky
and still,
under the shackles of divided attention
for
the taste of money
and sex
followed with
the unnecessary drive for looking superior to
others
because all of this
is decoded as:
i need money
now i need more money.
i need sex
now i need sex constantly.
sigh!!!
i'll never have enough money
i can only have so much sex
why can't i just buy thy winning lotto ticket?
...
i really don't want to become this
i really don't want to become a cog
i especially do not want to devolve into
an *******
who doesn't care about the world that constantly
coexists
and supports
my bones,
the branches of
my thoughts,
that grow into the blossoms of
my life,
which are more significantly
my love,
i've traveled with the imbeciles long enough.
Categories:
devolve, love, mystery, nature, on
Form:
Free verse
A man should first know his own strength,
what it is he can and cannot do,
our physical power is no small thing,
use it wrong and you’ll be truly screwed,
they’ll take everything away from you.
But on the right job, or in self-defense
it’s a boon that can make all the difference.
A man should know that he has to work,
that without it there’s no dignity,
that hand-outs just put you on a leash,
make you someone else’s property,
for them to move around endlessly.
To truly be free, you’ll have to labor,
earn the respect of yourself and your neighbor.
Man should know of his nation’s past,
what it cost to get where we are now,
the good and the bad, and who sacrificed
to give us the life freedom allows,
not all folks with this chance are endowed.
It is our duty to see it live on,
to not do so would leave our children wronged.
A man should know to carry a knife,
and to own and use a firearm,
to know the when and why of such things,
in defense only should he cause harm,
or if hunting food down on the farm.
But trusting to fate will leave a man dead,
you must have the tools to hand evil its head.
A man should know how to spend his money,
how to plan ahead and make a budget,
and to put aside for the unforeseen,
it always hits when your least expect it,
and a killer lies within large debts.
It’s not just cash, it’s hours of your life,
things are easier when you spend it right.
A man should know that human nature
is something that’s never going to change,
and all who think they’ll ‘remake’ the world
as either childish, evil, or insane,
their ideas end in nothing but pain.
Treat people as the mixed batch they are,
at least then you’ll have the chance to go far.
A man should know that women are built
different not just in body, but in mind.
Each sex will have its natural strengths,
and we play to them all the time.
Given our aggression men will find
use in restraints from old chivalry,
no matter the protests of the feminazis.
A man should know how to be sincere,
to be honest in his life and his work,
to hold close to a firm code of honor
so as not to devolve into a jerk,
but to still remember how to hurt,
because if you can’t, if you have no backbone,
then you can forget a life that’s your own.
Categories:
devolve, growth, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
I'm sorry you feel as if though. And I am coming to know your sorrow. Insatiable. Though you may not understand. Over communication or there lack of, sometimes undergoes one of many of which ways relationships will go. And statistically shows, that love, that once naturally bloomed, will one day devolve into seeds for chew. A strong and lingering, and bitter taste that I beg to be slapped out of my mouth. A mouth full of these hopeless seeds, now please. Now only insatiable remnants of my insatiable appetite they are. My insatiable appetite you hear? My senses have been compromised. What kind of rekindling that could ever ensue which would ever make me grow to love the taste? Again it is all too familiar, and what was once as pleasurable as oysters going down the throat, is now too hard to swallow. I do not fear death from starvation. I fear choking to death. Emaciated to decay is no dismay. Insatiable death.
Categories:
devolve, conflict, dark, desire, relationship,
Form:
Loneliness Won’t Ever Leave Us Alone
Loneliness strikes at the very heart of what compels us
as human beings as we seek love and hope in this life.
The magic majesty of life is, at once, all-encompassing,
yet overwhelming, at times, in the world of humankind.
Loneliness may signal a loss of love and a loss of hope
that all is not what it should or it could be in one’s life.
Over time, the spirit of loneliness that may haunt each of
us in our lifetime can devolve into anger and disillusion.
Loneliness, at times, cries out loudly in the depths of our
human soul, and coping with it may be too much to endure.
Where there is love and joy, there can still be a degree of
loneliness that bespeaks a sadness and despair deep inside.
In the true essence of one’s life, this utter spirit of loneliness
is the ugly companion that all of us confront as human beings.
Loneliness lurks in the shadows of our minds and lies ever ready
to strike in moments of anger, despair, sadness, and forlorn hope.
A feeling of deep sadness and despair may never say why all the
tenderness and love that our souls possess will survive as we cry.
A river of tears will help us as we search for that special love in
this life whilst we know that loneliness won’t ever leave us alone.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved – May 2, 2021
(Couplet)
Categories:
devolve, allegory, allusion, emotions, hope,
Form:
Couplet
ON TENDING THE GREAT ANCESTRAL FIRES
Here lies the residue
Of an old fire
Long gone
Dry—Ashes
Left to the whelms
Of raindrops to dampen
Into a useless mush—
Or for the wind to blow
Aimlessly to nowhere;
Wet and immobile
Or blowing dry in the wind,
Useless are cold ashes.
Here, scattered among the warm ashes,
Lay hot remnants of a once great fire
Gone untended—abandoned as.
Often, tenders of great fires are released
From their duties by the thirst of death;
Others are just scared away.
Be whichever it may, great fires
Cocoon themselves in charcoal hued embers.
Charcoal hued embers—steamers of raindrops
And lovers of re-birthing winds of ignition.
Come chilled children;
Movements are like unsettled ashes
Of social interchange; revolution,
Like volcanic embers of transformation.
Come cocooned children;
Let us gather and stoke volcanic embers
That we may metamorphose in the presence
Of the Great Fire spirit of our ancestors—
Least we devolve into the staled mush of ashes.
Categories:
devolve, allegory, analogy, black african
Form:
Prose Poetry
Time is indeed changeable...
but here, not a reference to
Einstein's Sense equated
for when time ages, it quickens –
looses elements, as an older
body looses functions of
motion, leaps the gaps
between thoughts, unaware
of spaces once consciously
traveled (forgotten the reasons
for places and their dynamic purposes) –
mountains become
dust...
seas become beds
of salt – waves and tides
no longer aware of self's current-memories...
kings and queens
devolve from royalty to fond
myths
Time has no beginning
nor end, outside life's infinite album
creation fills with photos of past, living moments,
and dreams yet to be begotten –
Time began with God
and rests not until His man
Categories:
devolve, change, humanity, inspirational, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
MY RESOUTIONS
Today, I resolve to evolve
An evolution that puts an end to my revolving around the same problems
Today, I dissolve the fragments of my past resolve
As 2016 dawns, reality downs too
That twelve months lie in the shelves intact
So, I salvage the aura of good tidings
But first, I choose to solve the looming glitches
I remember dissolving in my own tears
Like wolves on a hunt, I wailed
Beating my chest so hard and swearing so loudly
Absolving myself from all the blame of what befell me
Twelve months I wished for a silver lining
Twelve months I witched on the success of others
Twelve months I wrought nothing
Mediocrity becoming the only proof of the twelve months in 2015
But today I resolve
I resolve to get more involved in solution finding rather than problem creation
I resolve to devolve myself from the counsel of the wicked
I resolve to put a valve to the stream of mockers
I resolve to delve more on the paths of success
I resolve to shelve the unfathomed hatred and;
I resolve to evolve into that which I am to become
Today, I shove the bad and convolve with the good
I am simply EVOLVING
Categories:
devolve, desire,
Form:
Narrative
the certain concept of heading into the void
can't help but get me a little annoyed
the assertion that
"if you're not part of the solution,
you're part of the precipitate"
is one with which I can easily relate
falling out, as it were -
from life's certainty of solution
to devolve into entropic resolution
- is chaotic at best
we are, after all in the best years
of our lives, and the future is bound
to look back to now - and agree
you're waaay prettier than you'll be
a couple of eons or epics from now
just some dust blowing in some Kansas wind
if Kansas is even around in the future then
with you're progeny sayin'
"you haven't been yourself for awhile now"
chances are somewhat improbable that -
you, in fact will never be again
S = k·log W
© Goode Guy 2012-08-06
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ludwig_Boltzmann S = k·log W
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Entropy_(order_and_disorder)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Entropy_(information_theory)
Categories:
devolve, introspection, religion, science, future,
Form:
Narrative