Best Dishonored Poems
from owned to dethroned
you led me
from queen to unseen
you hid me
once crowned to now bound
you kept me
absorbed to derobed
you left me
a spectacle to be gawked at
you jeered me
from diamond to dust
you threw me
once devoid of lust
you spurned me
and yet, here I am
naked
bleeding
dishonored
unwanted
here I stand
here I smile
biding my time a while
knowing as I do
the inner splendor shines through
I bathe my naked body
perfume every curve
comb out my raven hair
for I dare
This is swear:
None can usurp my throne
It's mine and mine alone
I climb the stairs
and they all stare
yes, they stare
so aware
the Queen has returned
your history’s been burned
I'm here
more beautiful than before
radiance galore
I see you
with flames of desire
once more in your eyes
you...watch me.....R^I^S^E
my glory emanates through
every idol set up by you
adoration's MY due
It is true:
discarded to lauded
I taunt you
demeaned to re-queened
I rule you
I reign, I disdain
don't be vain
your plea to return
I will burn
spurn
I'll watch you yearn
you can't take me back
I know what you lack
a heart and a soul
I won’t make you whole
Knighted to blighted
I see you
And so….
adored to abhorred
I leave you
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
dishonored, courage, woman,
Form:
Rhyme
British wanted profit
British wanted new land
Land rich in resources
Land of ivory and coffee
Coffee British could sell
Coffee Kenyans could not
Could not retrieve freedom
Could not reason with British
British took over land
British farmed fertile soil
Soil was Kenyan birthright
Soil of Kenyan ancestors
Ancestors buried here
Ancestors grieved for living
Living like refugees
Living in fear of England
England built railway
England bolstered power
Power taken by British
Power denied to Kenyans
Kenyans displaced
Kenyans were angry
Angry since dishonored
Angry since stripped of rights
Rights taken from Kenyans
Rights only for British
British happy in new land
British prosperous future
Future lost Kenyans
Future lost hope
Hope came from bravery
Hope came from Dedan
Dedan well respected
Dedan joined Mau Mau
Mau Mau took oath
Mau Mau freedom fighters
Fighters for rights
Fighters for justice
Justice took much time
Justice took much blood
Blood shed for Dedan
Blood shed for hero
Hero was hung
Hero yet lives
Lives in the minds
Lives in the hearts
Hearts beat forever
Hearts beat freedom
Freedom...
Forever...
5/19/16
Categories:
dishonored, africa, freedom,
Form:
Blitz
The WOKE CAN ALL TAKE A HIKE
Depressing this year to celebrate the USA nation.
When our flag is dishonored
at the Olympics is a big
sensation!
Causes this poetess tears,
and inner consternation.
Both leadership, multiple insane groups, treat the USA like dirt.
Burning cities, looting, and
multiple humans, dying or getting hurt.
The move is on, to have
Marxism rule.
The ploy in using racism is
definitely the Devils' tool.
I recall when the buildings
on 9/11 fell.
We all cried together, thought
we were dying and might go
to hell.
Any patriot is beaten or spat
upon.
The theme is "hate America"
at each and every dawn.
You, yes, you Americans
know what I mean!
Each morning you buy hate
from leadership, carried out
by the media.
AKA, the fake news propaganda machine.
Some Americans awash in
thinking all things should be
free.
That's Communist thinking,
don't you see?
In a Capitalist Society,you
work, pay your own way to
be free.
Otherwise, you complain and
whine, you..a Communist be.
So don't fly the flag anymore.
We are a censored, lied to
nation, the enemy is living or already, at your front door.
Go ahead, blame patriots who call for America first.
Many hate this and use fists
of fury with a Wuhan thirst.
I don't know how we will survive.
When every death is reported as Covid, a disgusting lie.
I long for years ago.
With meat hot dogs, and
when Coca-Cola was unwoke.
No fireworks do I want to see!
With total freedom, for each
American soul, I pray, returned to thee.
7/4/2021
Categories:
dishonored, america, confidence, courage, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
I received my report card today
and "damn" was all I could say.
Where am I going with all these grades?
A child like me, what have my mother made?
How can I ever look anyone in the eye
when all I had to do is get my grades high?
And how will I cope when I already failed?
I was the head, now tip of the tail.
Maybe I was distracted and couldn't think
but all these months are gone in a blink.
I want to change...but it's too late
because this report already determined my fate.
Now I am lost, I couldn't try more
because nothing is interesting, everything's a bore.
I had dishonored my family and let down my life,
and to no man could I be his wife.
For who would want a disgrace as their dear?
and neither do I want to be their burden nor fear...
What can I do without a qualified mark?
The only place I belong to is the dark.
I tried so hard and got nowhere.
Should've realized life was never fair.
Those who did least, often got the best
and those who tried best always got detest.
It's a trend, an agonizing rule
that turned these geniuses to idiotic fools,
that broke their heart as the clock ticks,
that made healthy minds corrupting and sick.
The time has come to make up my mind
to face reality or hide some place only Death can find.
Maybe this temporary regret would remain
and make me suffer from inevitable pain.
Categories:
dishonored, education, hope, lost,
Form:
Couplet
Flan
The perfect dessert for me.
For it has the perfect texture , so consistent throughout.
It's gelatinous yet doughy body that is so sweet to the soul , tongue and mouth.
So beautiful and understating just like the perfect spouse.
But Pardon my manners If sometimes I wish to touch you with my hands and skip even using the spoon or fork.
Skip from I got to wait till you're done, to I can't wait to have some more.
Flan
Have had memories of you and I since back when grandmamma wasn’t so old,
and all I had to do was worry about what my abuelitos and parents told me.
When I finally saw you , suga it was like a dream come true.
Even if I was heavier than I should’ve been at 8 ,I would always take care of you.
And please listen to what I say because it’s only natural that as a former fat boy my words would also carry much weight.
Flan
There are so many types of you.
I've had the worst and the one's in between worse and in between.
But I've matured enough to expand my sense of taste and have acquired more than one sweet tooth.
But to only find out they don't even compare to you.
Flan
With your culinary curves it's almost as If I dishonored you with my failed homemade homages.
But can you blame my senses if I feel cozy around you?
Even though my comfort is only due to your confection,
you will always have my attention due to the enjoyment I feel in your presence,
For that I'' always say please and thank you.
Flan
With that cherry on top I just can't wait.
And I’ll see you, I’ll be picking you up at my abuelitas at eight.
I'll my bring my taste buds and you bring yourself.
But don't you worry about left over crumbs,
because I always clean my plate.
Categories:
dishonored, family, food, friendship, funny,
Form:
Free verse
Oh, give me a home where everyone is free to roam,
sharing hugs and kisses with family and friends
Where there's nothing to fear 'neath the capitol dome
And my combatant countrymen have made amends
I want incivility to stop, ending the bitter hostility
Brother vs brother, hating each other with animosity
It's a misnomer to call ourselves "The United States"
when any topic discussed turns into chaotic debates
I desire a state of well-being; a country free of ill-health
Life is more important, compared to any material wealth
When did belligerence become accepted by so many?
What happened to smiles we wore? I no longer see any
If it were possible, I would paint everyone in a sepia hue
No blacks or whites; color would no longer have value
Medicine would not come with side effects that could kill
America would be great again because of man's goodwill
Freedom would belong to each man, woman, and child
We would respect nature and protect animals in the wild
Americans would live together in harmony; honor bound
Proud of our homeland, and once again world renowned
I long to see the U. S. have representatives who care
about our beautiful country, and keep oaths they swear
I want Old Glory to fly high, not used in domestic battle
dishonored by rioters, stampeding like a herd of cattle
Arguing over who's at fault has only brought us shame
What good are words and fingers pointing out the blame
I'm ready to move on and it's my hope that you are, too
Americans, remember what John Kennedy asked of you
* * * * * * *
March 9, 2021
What You Really Want Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
Categories:
dishonored, allah, america,
Form:
Political Verse
I was contacted months ago by a person named Lauren Godly. She's a media student, and she asked me if she could turn my poem, Adored to Abhorred into a video. It's finally been completed. It's such a wonderful feeling when you know that your poetry can help make a difference.
Adored to Abhorred
from owned to dethroned
you led me
from queen to unseen
you hid me
once crowned to now bound
you kept me
absorbed to derobed
you left me
a spectacle to be gawked at
you jeered me
from diamond to dust
you threw me
once devoid of lust
you spurned me
and yet, here I am
naked
bleeding
dishonored
unwanted
here I stand
here I smile
biding my time a while
knowing as I do
the inner splendor shines through
I bathe my naked body
perfume every curve
comb out my raven hair
for I dare
This is swear:
None can usurp my throne
It's mine and mine alone
I climb the stairs
and they all stare
yes, they stare
so aware
the Queen has returned
your history’s been burned
I'm here
more beautiful than before
radiance galore
I see you
with flames of desire
once more in your eyes
you...watch me.....R^I^S^E
my glory emanates through
every idol set up by you
adoration's MY due
It is true:
discarded to lauded
I taunt you
demeaned to re-queened
I rule you
I reign, I disdain
don't be vain
your plea to return
I will burn
spurn
I'll watch you yearn
you can't take me back
I know what you lack
a heart and a soul
I won’t make you whole
Knighted to blighted
I see you
And so….
adored to abhorred
I leave you
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
dishonored, abuse,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
what if every life
was part of a life lived
not just re-encarnation
but something from every life gived
what if we were all Jews
priest of God something God used
once enslaved and often abused
what if one of our souls
were once a Jew
what if we were a child abused
with no chance of living
and painfully misused
to leave this earth
without hope and confused
what if this soul
was a soul God used
what if we were slaves
with a nation to build
plantations and pyramides
or else be killed
what if our lot was part of this plot
and our soul given
to the life of locks
what if our soul was given to war
not to die but relive the horror
not only to kill but have friends killed
to return home disfigured dishonored
and still
to love your country
and your country that love kill
and live with the regret that
your lifes blood was not spilled
what if your life was of a man misused
or even that of a wife abused
with one individual
the cause of your hell
year after year under their spell
no one to hear the screams you yelled
until that day you finally fell
what if you spent your life searching for God.
but you can't see him and to you it's odd.
everyone seems to have a piece of this dream
but to you no shread of evidence was ever seen
hopes die as loved ones go
dispared of life that has no soul
to what purpose was this wicked goal
to give you life without a soul
what if you have a destiny
purposed by God
and what if death be our end
as God gives the nod
then destiny arrives as death resurected
destroying the lies and misdirected
supplying the hope and condeming the greed
waste is our possesion
when we have more than we need
this is the vision that destiny see's
the happiness of heaven
and not earthly greed
what if every life addressed a cause
a time for action no time for pause
what if we knew of every kind of pain
what could we better if we had this gain
an end to all suffering that has a name
an end to all the guilty that play
evil games
Categories:
dishonored, care,
Form:
Epic
wild onion savory, as she breaks up
lumps in the brown, cold, soil
tall and fleshy with bladed leaves
spiked up toward the sky and flowers
of pink or white or yellow. Her delicacy
is raw and you don’t have to care for
her since her harsh voice is roasted at
the core, but she invades your heart as
she spoils. Dishonored, you await her
death and rake through the foliage. Now
upended she passes through a sieve and
ends up in a trash can weighed in a barrel.
There is nothing to do but let her live
in the wild where she was meant.
Categories:
dishonored, nature,
Form:
Light Verse
Alas, in sports, circumstances looking grim
But, help spewed forth, this day,by installed clowns.
To be born a woman, comes forth a new spin?
You decrepit menaces of DC town!
Gigantic males, may compete in their games.
Female dummies will be used in crash tests?
Brutes, who tower over them with no shame
Female equity shining at is best??
True, we may not win trophies anymore.
Let’s see macho trans-men giving birth?
While females,dishonored in a crash-car?
Devoid of a single human on earth.
Note
Representative DeLauro…suggested female
dummies in crash cars. As if those used now,
were males?
Idea suggested to De Lauro(D)…..by:
The Prince of East Palestine:
Crown Prinnce, Peter Buttigieg
4/21/2023
Categories:
dishonored, abuse, america, corruption, rights,
Form:
Quatrain
A sinner's cross I climb
In derision planted, dry
His tracks undried yet lingers clean
I drench in remorse serene
Vinegar I lap
Vinegar his lips declined
In a corner lonley life expelled
I shall, into the host, incline
Midst merciless foreign eyes
A body dishonored falls
Harsh, the sentence to my guilt
My Jesus, embrace this soul.
Categories:
dishonored, religion
Form:
I stretch from distant shores to far-off climes,
My bounty you cannot measure in a stretch;
So welcome and walk on my belly as you survey
The gems and mementos you may want to fetch.
I’m the cradle of the scurrying mammal kind,
The source of the pompous modern breath;
I hold the priciest in my colonized bosom –
All the balms you need for life and health.
I’m the mother of six full-grown daughters
But now that they are grown to consenting height,
They mock and laugh at my backward ways,
And the finger that fed them they deride and bite.
I have no use for the gold nuggets you chase
Nor any need for the diamonds you crave,
For I know not how to fashion a plane or a car,
The inabilities that make you think I’m a slave.
Come, trample and plunder your mother’s belly
And kill the spritely womb from which you came,
Because age is about to execute her anyway,
For she’s old and confined and lame.
Categories:
dishonored, africa, , cute,
Form:
Verse
How can you forget a crushing past full of horrors and dead ends
You can try and pretend the bones have realigned and began their mends
You can hold your head up and brush aside the trails that lead to your heartache
Deep down inside you know yourself well and hate the feeling of being fake
Somehow you carry on even though your not you just trying to live another day
Hoping somehow something will guide you to a bright and shinny new ray
Quite a few times you’ve convinced yourself you had crossed the sturdy bridge
That you were no longer lingering beside the terrors of a narrow ridge
Focusing on other things fading out the bad controlling all thoughts that bind
Then another painful chill clutches hold returning to eat your mind
Go away evil demons I command in the name of our Lord above
Let help come and troubles fly to the serpents below creating only love
Come help to forgive the ones who gave me no where to turn in time of need
Help me to forget all the wrongs of these individuals and their dishonored deeds
by: Virginia Frayer
Categories:
dishonored, family, forgiveness, inspirational, life,
Form:
Rhyme
A little befuddled bride could be heard crying on the hillside.
She huddled near a very brittle tree.
Muddling over the belittlement of her groom to be.
She ruddled her hair with anger.
Her piddling wasn’t solving anything.
She straddled her mare and took off in a gallop.
Twiddling her way down the hillside.
The gallop slowed to a trot.
As the mare entered the country road.
She veered the mare from a puddle of mud.
Trotting to the stables with her head hung high.
Why should I show shame when I am not the blame.
It is the groom who dishonored me not my fame.
That’s my blast from the past.
He’s my blast into the future.
When I become his little befuddled bride.
Categories:
dishonored, forgiveness, happiness, love,
Form:
I have been up and down the valley
I have been honored and dishonored
Good and bad times have been my lot
In my search for happiness and fulfillment
I have been to hell and back
False accusations wet my pillow nightly
Isolation was constant companion
I was despised and hated
When I longed for recognition and love
I was brutalized and dehumanized
When I searched for empathy and humanity
I was object of mockery and disdain
When my heart yearned for acceptance and respect
I was invited to high society as guest
But on each occasion turned
Back in disgrace and rejection
I have gone round the circle and back
And standing tall and victorious
For I have conquered all my adversaries
The worse is over
Categories:
dishonored, adventure, allusion, blessing, freedom,
Form:
Free verse