Best Disgracing Poems
Innocently, I peeked outside of Eden's gate,
curious to the outcome of Adam and Eve's fate.
Shocked when I saw him wearing a large fig leaf,
a precursor to men's underwear, called 'the brief.'
I beseeched Mother Nature for a gust of wind
and prayed that would not be considered a sin,
but all she delivered was a gentle little breeze.
That was enough to make me fall to my knees.
A flash of his verile manhood was all it took
to make me sigh and then take another look.
Suddenly, I was filled with libidinous desire,
gasping when the wind lifted the leaf a bit higher.
I held my breath, trying not to make any noise,
but I've never been a paragon of grace and poise.
"Who are you?" he said, "What do you want?"
I'm just admiring the fig leaf you proudly flaunt.
No, I didn't really say that. I couldn't speak at all.
I simply admired his physique. Gosh, he was tall!
My cheeks grew warm from the heat of a blush,
and I yearned to touch his bronze skin. What a rush
that would be, but I just stood there like a fool.
I mumbled something silly. Something about a tool.
What could I do after disgracing myself like that?
I offered him a fig leaf, saying, "Thanks for the chat."
If there's a moral to this story, it shouldn't be told,
at least not until I'm either senile or insanely bold.
No man I've ever met since seeing Adam's worth
has measured up to him, not in length nor in girth.
I shouldn't share my tale, but it was a sight to see,
and if you'd been there, you would have to agree.
I planted a fig tree, and through years gone by,
no leaves were large enough to cover Adam's guy.
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Categories:
disgracing, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
A lot of body shifts by an inch,
While vengeful killer teeth they clench:
A prosecutor is addressing The Bench,
Concerning dastardly murder of a wench
By a whisky-soaked German French
Whom he’s sure could also in Vodka drench!
Shovel handy they could dig The Quickest Trench
And from Prosecutor A Talkative life wrench,
His tongue-less corpse for A Disgracing Stench …
And maximally in the next one hour,
They shall all Waiters for Justice devour
Between The Adjudged Sweet and The Thought Sour
All the fine bakery with its flour,
Because read they can the legible unfairness
And God so kind, sharp of awareness.
Categories:
disgracing, bullying, corruption, death, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
I hated myself for
disgracing myself more than I should,
I looked upon everything under the sun with jaundiced eyes,
and even tried to ignore long established ethical standards
that of the foundation for existence of human society—it doesn’t matter if it’s of a certain nation or society; religious group; civilization, tribal traditions or history.
I wonder where this negative mindset came from,
and why I am so biased of everything surrounding me
and walk dragging baggage of those contorted ideas on the ground.
In fact, a woman who looks more villainous and uglier than Medusa
wrapped in gaudy attire trimmed with vulgar accessories dances under sparkling light shaking her odious body like mad and she looks so pathetic that tears stand in my eyes. A man who looks more grotesque and frightening than the gargoyles of Notre Dame walks with great strides under the bright sun throwing out his breast but I cannot conceive the rationale for the pride of that ugly man,
my unconscious mind becomes accustomed to disallow
everything I see anywhere at all.
I hate myself because I should be unconcerned with the corrupt world matters and accept the world as it is for life is as such, yet, whatever reason that may be, I couldn’t accept the world as it is.
Although I know the word compromise very well,
I distort the meaning of it and interprete as submission
and regard assent as a synonym of subordination
I wonder why my thought became twisted thus far
and that is why I feel miserable, and think myself not, though I am.
Categories:
disgracing, metaphor, philosophy, psychological,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
If I was to take a word, say focus,
Stand it on its head,
And ask with growing sense of dread,
Why my friend did you just now,
Fly upon this particular
Moment’s verbal locus?
Torture I might answer, like waterboarding,
Might explain a thing or two.
Indeed the stakes are dear,
And the coast far from clear-
For foggy shores clarity prevents,
The utter contingency of cluttered events.
Focus is the mine shaft of the mind,
Magnifying that which falls
Into categories of significance:
Signs of a trance, a mental dance,
By which thinking signifies
The magnificent follies
Of a man upside down
In a world of lies.
No subtlety there,
Poet banging hair chest bare,
The mental frequency hertz,
Screeching, scratching, snatching,
Lose bits of hurt out of the air.
The mathematics of falling
Made clear by Newton,
His numbers uncovering
What was
Always there:
A god already in free fall,
The Fall, the autumn of our birth,
The forsaken garden,
Two dummies hand in hand,
An undulating snake,
A world of entanglement,
All fleeing into a desert dream.
For what? To where? And why?
The three double jews of the trinity
Which Law forbade no One to ask,
Yet no body did
Put focus to task.
She reappears all the time.
The rabbit hole stood for what was to come,
The worms therein what was done.
The trip down was fun,
Getting out gave more than the sum.
The prism diffracted the invisible
Beams of light,
An assortment of possibilities followed,
The world explained, the mind contained,
A boundless infinite void of space,
Surrounding us,
Disgracing us,
For we had to face,
The borders of our place.
Trapped inside
We looked the other way,
Attic floors, token doors,
A distilled virtue, forgeries for another day.
The sky was not the limit, we were.
The atoms of the mind mere reflections
Of our best guessing games.
There though, lay our best hope.
After the bloodshed
She reappeared again.
But only after.
Choices like Templars into the night,
Distracted the courtesies of a harmonious cosmos,
God had blood and died,
Men embraced humiliation and cried,
Change, the abomination of free will,
Altered the fabric of time.
Focus put by for a rainy day.
Distraction, the play thing
Of an unruly monster lurking in the shadows of thought,
Vomiting a pile of disassociations.
Categories:
disgracing, hyperbole,
Form:
Free verse
A rhyme isn't a reason to hate the way I write these demons
if only I could see a light for seasons changing
a reminder leaves are changing
or a night to rearrange things
but inside I see the rain
from behind the windows painting
facing the fact that failure is an option
nonsense takes me away from amazing
great, thinking the same thing
relating in this maze
sea of disgracing my own taste for poetry
knowing these phases where I make it so seen
note it isn't noticing but only we can fake it
always false thinkin' about the wrong weekend
for all seekin' for tall beacons
to watch over the water to feel like you ended up higher
than the walls you build
when all you do is kill the weaker thoughts distilled
up on this hill, upon this trail
a long tunnel hidden along with it for songs written
to follow with it's hollow finish
wallow in this sorrow vision
while you listen to all the vivid
that's constant kickin'
it's a strong wish wishin'
on a star lit, glistened
on the heart with kisses
missin' all it's pistons
stickin' paws with mittens
belonging in a box with a lot of knocks and pinches
hard rocks and stitches
formed off all of these talks and whispers
in the misery river, we float right on with it
some quickly and some with me
one simply won with me,
caused history because I'm with me
Categories:
disgracing, hip hop, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Verse
"Ebony Embers of Wallowing Ash"
flames of fire fuel black smoke
walls tumble to ground like dark cloak
Egypt burns in savage rebellion
as human life perishes in ashen soak.
tears of sadness pray ... ask Why?
happy existence ceases, to die,
Libya riots in chaotic state
peace perishes in immortal sigh.
each night erupts in tragedy
the black hole deepens in catastrophe
Yemen yells a chant of war and death
blood surges from guns and gadgetry.
pain and suffering appease fierce foe
disgracing flag of freedom flow
Tunisia embraces in solidarity
blackhearts dominate love's glow.
democracy is erased from view
with countries rationale' askew
familiarity breeds contempt for good
impending doom eradicates coup.
religious rites obscure clear vision
a ploy to wage war with precision
root core remains a mystery
ebony embers wallow, who holds the right decision?
*For Craig Colson's Night - Dark - Black --Happy-Sad Contest...
*Sept. 13, 2012
Categories:
disgracing, war, urdu, war, night,
Form:
Rubaiyat
I once had a rabbit named Hopper.
My father had bought him for me on my birthday.
He was small and all white except for little black spots
on his back. He was a happy little thing, always moving around,
Never once staying in the same place. He liked to hop all day,
hop all night, hop, hop, hop, until he couldn't stop.
Hopper was no ordinary rabbit, I was sure.
Other rabbits just sat there, proving to be a bore,
Whilst Hopper sprang about, sniffing the underwear
in my mother's drawers, biting the heads off of flowers in
Grandmother's garden, and trying, but failing miserably to
bite his own stubby tail, twirling and twirling around in circles.
I loved playing with Hopper. I loved him like he was my own brother.
Hopper and I were inseparable. I looked out for him and he looked
out for me. We had each others backs. We stuck together like glue.
We would stay together forever, I decided, 'till death do us part.
Until one day, I couldn't find him. I looked high, I looked low,
My parents and I searched everywhere we could think of, but
came up with nothing. I was getting really worried, but I willed
myself not to cry. My grandfather once told me that men did
not cry, no matter what happened, so I didn't, because I was
a man and I would find Hopper, I just knew I would.
And I was right. I did find Hopper.
He was lying in the middle of a street downtown, ripped open,
sliced clean down the middle so that I could see all of his insides.
A pool of blood surrounded his body. His left leg twitched for only a
slight moment before going completely still.
I wanted to cry, Oh God I did, but I was afraid of disgracing my grandfather
and the rest of my family. Because, as he told me, men do not cry, no matter
what happened. They stood tall and fierce against the violent wind.
And that's what I did: I stood tall, I stood fierce, despite the loss of my dear friend
I called Hopper.
Categories:
disgracing, death, friendship, loss, lost
Form:
Sit down clown and drown your sound bubble before I puncture it with my slam,
I'll show you an epic wham bam epigram 'cus I am the lion and you're a lamb,
your jam lacked glam like expired meet attached to smelly feet and moldy ham,
It was so lame that I wonder if you're insane, maybe you should book an exam.
You added to the pain in my brain with each row as the flow wasn't on show,
you managed to increase the decrease over again and couldn't maintain a glow,
the lightbulb is dim or needs replacing because you're disgracing poetry with below
average rhymes that set a new standard of previously unobtainable shallow.
You don't seem to know it but trust me you're either rusty or just no poet,
it's time to pack it in or relentlessly practice and stop the plummet,
I've noticed you're a little bit hopeless so I'm hiding the rope so you know it,
you came along for the ride, lost your pride, so go and hide but suicide don't commit.
Categories:
disgracing, slam,
Form:
Rhyme
Put down to pull up
Respecting through disgracing
So wrong to be right
Categories:
disgracing, truth,
Form:
Haiku
I step outside after a stormy night and gaze upon
A mess of leaves, sticks, and branches disgracing my lawn
And the sight makes my back hurt before I even pick up the rake in an effort to consolidate the leaves and debris into piles
While I wonder if brown leaves could possibly become a landscape trend if I only waited a while.
After some time, I bag the leaves and bind
the branches into bundles with twine.
Then I move on to the bottom of the backyard pool which is full leaves and pine tree needles, as well
And I recall how I once considered a backyard pool to be the apex of success and luxury in life, but now I find I’m second-guessing myself.
The windows are open, their curtains rising lightly in the breeze, then lowering as the air’s breathing recedes
And all I hear is the wind passing through a hole in the hollow rod of my net
Its pitch rising and falling as I dip it into the depths and bring it back to the surface to empty it.
The peace of it all puts me at ease,
despite the work yet ahead of me
My back still hurts as I look over all the cleanup to be done
But I look up and see the clear blue sky through the leafless tree branches above
Then feel my wet neck and back being dried by the clean, rain-washed air and sun
And I can’t help but wish this beautiful day would last forever.
Categories:
disgracing, appreciation, beautiful, day, good
Form:
Rhyme
READ ALL ABOUT IT
Stories all of 100
years old
Bribery And
Blackmail
They have to be
retold
Definitions of words
have surely changed
as Kilts And Reefers
are now explained.
Two Kinds Of Success
stories
That Work Both Ways
Stealing From Cities
and the Faithful
Toby way
No Poison In The
Wallpaper
is History Rewritten
With A Humble Helper
and Powerful
Competition
Like a Scene In A
Play
The Counterpane Got
Smutty
He Raised The Bid
today
was a story so funny
Striking A Light was
crazy amazing
but Obeying The
Order became
disgracing
Drunk Pennies
Justice
is a true story
indeed
Like A Woodpecker’s
Justice
and Another Pair Of
Sleeves
Wakening In The
Forest
while Lost In The
Fog
and a Costly
Breakfast
for you and your dog
We learn of
Unreasonable Anger
and How Best To
Prepare
The story of Tree
Planters
and Village Gossip
between pairs
Stories of over a
hundred years
Let us watch them
all right here
With many bringing
you to tears
Taking you back
through the years
By:
Doris Anne Beaulieu
At:
https://www.youtube.com/user/Viewwithme2
Categories:
disgracing, adventure, places, social, success,
Form:
ABC
Choking, churning dense river of clouds.
Vengeful, raging, wrathful airspace,
where seraphs and cherubs are murdered,
where cold torrential demons are unleashed.
Dank deep noons and nights interbreed,
incestuous and quailing, unholy waters
wailing, exploding, spilling specters,
erasing, defacing, disgracing all that was.
We all know the inequality of cruelty.
Cloudbursts inflict the most on the least.
Drenched hopes and soaked assumptions are
undone by mudslides, unhinged in flash floods.
There are so many conversations we wish
we once had, before the rains started,
before the blast of tainted waters scoured
our private rooms, and it was too late.
No, we don’t know we’re drowning in
the life we repudiate.
Categories:
disgracing, extended metaphor, heart, life,
Form:
Didactic
I'm silently going insane
Living in solitary confinement
My feelings gone numb
The part is forlorn
Springs time comes with love
Here I am with no happy song
This my heart here Aching
Still feeling sorry for the past
How have been through it all,
The betrayal, the fails and the falls.
My tears turn cold, the pain in my chest arouse,
Then my anger spray like a cobra.
I am struggling to be perfect.
If only you could see me through.
I know my actions scourge you down.
I made you sobber and torn your heart.
I have seen all your efforts,
To brings back the enthusiastic
But all I gave you is abusive words
Shouting at you and disgracing you in the public.
I don't think you should wait for me"
You're so disgusting, A filthy
Get out of my life you damn thing
I know those words hurt like crazy
How pain bursted in your voice
How you shiver and your hair looks messy
How you look pitiful and pale
With pockmarks on your face and bruises.
I know you are done baby
I know you made up your mind
I know you're tired of the pain
And tire of my Nagging and beating you up.
I know you are tired of been hospitalized.
But abandoning me will never solve the problem.
Darling don't give up on me.
I don't care about the quarrel
I don't care about the empty argument and fights
Darling, our house utensils are tapping to see us in bliss
My beloved, don't give up on me
I love you more than anything in this lonely world.
On knees I am, begging you, I know,
I made a lifetime mistakes, don't leave me now......
I need you now more than ever
I know we can make this work again
Please Don't give up on me
Life is full of ups and downs
I can not express in words
How deeply sorry I am
If only you can give me a second chance
And let overcome this woeful obstacles
I will love you as how the fish needs the water.
Don't you just give up on me
Don't give up on me
Categories:
disgracing, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Do you dare present me your Indigent heart, and presume it worthy?
Do you imagine you may claim my crown through Obtuse eyes?
You walk upon this land I have won, disgracing the temples of battle
Which the memory of my lost soldiers Consecrate,
As you, in youth's Delirium, daydream of thrones and trophies,
My teeth have tasted the blood of Awakening giants.
Your Delicate unranked bone and sinew can not combat
The Egregious climb of time that looms and shadows.
In your folly, you naively expect to Mediate defeat,
But here, there is no counsel for the conquered.
8/23/19
For 'Eight Word Challenge 9' contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
required words: Indigent, Obtuse, Egregious, Delirium, Delicate, Consecrate, Mediate, Awakening.
Categories:
disgracing, conflict, soldier, war,
Form:
Free verse
It was clear from the beginning, I
was born to love no other.
It was clear to my heart that it found
it's proper owner.
Many things got fuzzy, everything
was catastrophic, but one thing
never changed.
I can't forget my love for you, I can't
forget your touch.
I can't forget your voice, I can't forget
your sight.
I can't ignore how my body cries for
you, and most certainly not the pain
my heart feels.
I don't like being with out you, I don't
like the hostility in my heart of
disgracing your image and wanting it
more than ever. I can't control the
battle that losing you puts me
through, a battle against myself, an
infinite realm in which I have no
better outcome than perishing after
you. I hopelessly wait for my time, I
long for the day to reunite with you. I
planned a whole lifetime together,
my mind can't process the idea of
our life not allowing the opportunity.
I want you, I need you, time can't
heal me, its impossible. I love you, I'll
cry it forever. I scream to the world,
past the universe past the point of
my capable vocal chords. I'd fight
with anyone who stood between us,
nothing can take me from you. You
have my thoughts, my heart, my soul
and my body. My first real lover, the
first to gain my approval, the first to
make me scream "Yes!!" due to the
hand you took. I shed my tears for
you, and they won't stop coming. I
gave you everything, and the only
thing I'll be able to do is live my life
for you. I'm confused though, how
can I live this life when I don't want it,
I loathe the day I couldn't live my life
with you, I became accustomed to
you, to our routine. They say young
love is stupid, idiotic, unfathomable,
but it was the most real, most
wanted most confusing and pleasing
thing I've gone through. How can
something hurt and cause so much
pleasure. There's a reason you place
your pride aside for your love.. And
that's the sole reason
Categories:
disgracing, fear, husband, lost love,
Form:
Free verse