Best Discarded Poems
I am accustomed to spitting out bones of my prisoners, not witnessing their escape. I hear whales whistle their stoic dirges as I descend—they know the doomed are villains and freedom is promised to the brave of the brine. I am Devil Damsel, doomed as villain deemed with jagged teeth of unworthy. I am a colorless livid leviathan ghost ready to seize joy from the helpless, from the hopeful. I see red, but I am not blind. Before my downward plunge, I witnessed stars in the sky. Distracted by their glow, I missed your own, sinking back down into my monomaniac world, where stars are only dreams I shame over.
Seductive subduction.
I thought I knew darkness till I saw that glow—that glimpse of unreachable light. And I can live there. All I need to do is swim upward and kiss the surface. But the abyss—I consume it, and it consumes me.
Hydrostatic hell.
I am chained to these Platonian trenches eternally deemed ignorant. Death boxes. Nailed, anchored, mercurial, messy, mine. I deal with the discarded, the forgotten just as I disembody the discarded, the forgotten.
Catastrophic cold.
It freezes everything that I am that you see me only in your pain.
(Note: this is a sequel to an older poem I wrote years ago called Devil Damsel)
In the dead of night she lays
Still , alone
Once so full of life
Now lifeless so far from home
No-one knows she lays there
Discarded like refuse
Is this to be her final resting place
Left naked and abused
my mind carries me
each day spent
through waves of wonder
AP: 3rd place 2022
Submitted on June 23, 2018 for contest MAGICICADA 13 - BODY AND MIND sponsored by MAUREEN McGREAVY - RANKED 2ND
Black valentines blot the sky,
A clinging soot that breaths a sigh
Into that rarefied, misty region,
Where trust is often given freely.
Unfettered, pure, without condition,
Angels float for choice position.
Through blinding forks of probing fires,
Exposing secret, mortal desires,
Comes the never-ending parade
Of the cherub-faced depraved,
Whose hearts are daily pierced and snatched,
Labeled as refuse, obsolete or mismatched.
Desperately beating, free and detached,
Upon those lonely, unattached,
Forlorn and foreboding guests
Are Cupid's discarded, unrequited requests.
Look at this leaf.
Where did it come from?
Stuck in a mud, like a
discarded grief from a weeping willow.
I like its shape.
Follows my hand. Pair it
in two and you can make a glove
or a puppet doll that says “I love you!”
It’s full of wavy hurdles,
a caterpillar’s slalom track.
Can be frozen, curled or wet,
wears all season’s colors like a traffic light.
Enjoys to float, especially in waters of Hoogvliet
rushes to meet other leaves,
while gives a ride to marsh fleas.
Once it went disguised,
I couldn't recognize it.
Dressed in the lost feathers of
floating white hearts and undived “quack, quack”
pretends to be a Sioux Holy Man.
It may come in different sounds too.
Like a bandmaster, it orchestrates winter winds in dramatic
symphonies.
Or, when a thickening fog occupies city parks
still dark and tainted from night,
you hear a crunchy, cranky sound as it get’s
crushed under lover’s heels or
sporadic brave joggers,
in short sleeves.
Dissipated in the air
it’ll wait for its turn,
to blossom proudly again and stare
how spring Sun in the west burns.
Hey little leaf
you would like to crawl into my pocket
like a sneaky thief?
I’m lonely too,
keep me company
in my autumn view.
Affection ridden
Disrespect established
Love and tender discarded
False tears and all of the fakeness
In this moment
In this calming bit of second
I hate them more than ever
My own flesh and blood
The disgrace they give
The lack of concern
The spiteful disrespect
The blackness of one’s heart
The least of love
The covered veil of humanity
I have set my mind
I have dealt with their wicked thoughts and tries
They team up against me
Begin to think they are right
But every action makes them darker and stupid
They are planning for a battle
Against someone they think they know
Against someone they think is wrong
Oh warriors of the light!
Aid me, help me, Make them learn
Make them think twice
The lies they conceal
Will make them lose all powers
They will perish
Against me
Against the once-known for a sister
All you see are gifts and lights in the mall
Loads of Christmas trees standing tall
No wise men in sight
Vendors in a retail fight
The gist is lost in their race to enthrall
3rd place
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A
discarded
plant was I
that a traveler,
a kind, gentle traveler,
picked gently up, and
planted in a rich, fertile land
to make me a tree,
a big, blossoming tree,
but no, - not for him,
yet for all the passers-by.
I’m that tree, that tree,
that he wanted me to be,
with boughs so bent and so low,
with fruits full of ripe and so raw,
caring those that come under my bough,
yet
he cannot see me,
because
he’s
Nor
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*A 1st Place* in the following contest (judged on Nov. 29, 2020)
Nov. 23, 2020
SHAPE UP Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand
Originally, I published this piece in 2016 for About Page on My WordsPress account.
lay crumbled on floor
her face alabaster white
red lips as though they had bled
no life anymore
beautiful blue eyes shut tight
puppeteer had cut the thread.
original date jan 2016
Another Discarded Love
I was in love once
I thought it was most perfect
At first it seemed so
But lo and behold
Like all good things it turned bad
Maybe it was me
I am not perfect
But you weren’t perfect either
We almost were though
It ended with pain
Pain from the blade and the heart
Tears fell from your eyes
I think of you a lot
Sometimes I even ask about you
They tell me you’re fine
I still want our love
I still wish for it every night
I still wish for you
hung with their seems sealed
Roses in a wheat paste field…
Peeling paint revealed
Discarded
flipped right through
like one of fifty two
nothing but spite brews
as lies spew and prides bruise
every bit as bitter as I seem
the tension teems and splits the seams
I explode through trusses and splintered beams
as bright white anger quickly gleans
Outcast, miscasted actor, cast away
breaking my neck to live today
making a wreck of my field of play
feeling like bait for predators prey
Bye now
Bye to you too
Really? you too?
In the end they all go
and I keep company with my shadow
amidst sandy shore
withered rose lays discarded
from the sea of love
There are days, when I wonder
Wonder where you are
Wonder where you went
Leaving me alone to defend
I hope you would come, every single day
A day is not easy to pass by,
I wish you would just come and say
Oh! My cupcake come here, don't worry
I know am late, I am so very sorry
When mama is here nothing to fear
My teddy bear, you are my dear
I wish you were there, In my childhood
Lulling me to a treacle chocolaty dream
A hope that you would buy me new toys
When, I did better than I could fare
The hope still throbbing in my heart,
Even after those precious years apart.
I wish you were here to comfort
Saying darling love, but never hate
The agony in my heart a part of me
Reminding me of a banshee
Why mama, Did you leave such everlasting pain
With no one to lean on to, or anything to gain
Oh Mama! What was your reason
To dump you'r newborn child
Oh Mama! why could you not take me along
Was, I a trouble even though so small?
How I wish you were here with me today
We could have stayed together
Forgiving each other, No need to betray
Today, I have every thing in my life
Except, a sense of completeness
A solitude resting deep in my heart
Reminding me of a wandering soul
That has neither pulse, nor a beating heart
No tears of blood, or happiness to depart
My wish for you is still the same
May you come home, safely putting an end
To this Heart-wrenching game
releasing you
to the winds that bind us
~ myself now freed
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
Submitted on March 7, 2023 for contest UP TO YOU AGAIN sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention