Best Disposing Poems
Upon the dawning of each day
Everything is black and grey
The darkness fills the space around him
Somehow the demons won't let him be
Just upon the time for him to change
They come for his life to be rearranged
Breaking through the silver lining of his soul
Letting them in, taking over him... he's a fool
Once he was smothered in beauty
Through time the porcelain skin around his face has shattered.
For now and forever they've made him ugly and broken, Just like you and me.
The soul that once shined, now a black Myst disposing him of his sweet taste. Deformed.
A heart so cold, eliminating him of his feeling.
Upon the rising sun of each day
Everything is white and grey
The light surrounds the darkest of nights
For then the darkness that holds him so tight, shrouds away at the sight of the holy light.
Categories:
disposing, abuse, angel, anger, dark,
Form:
Lyric
I drop my friends when I no longer need them.
Disposing myself of them at bus terminals, airports,
and other places.
Please do not take this personally.
And if you are a faerie, I may leave you in a bureau drawer,
but rest assured I will leave it open a crack, so you can get in and out.
This pattern has worked well for me, so I shall continue
practicing it.
Categories:
disposing, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form:
Free verse
Atomic Canary
Angels seed
The death bell tolls to the masses
Putin ill be your dog
Netanyaho ill be your dog
I love this land
This is where I want yo die
Sing a song
Soul from the Earth
All of us tresspass
Some other country wants your ass
Not direct assimilate
You out on a street leaving your home
Lay down your arms
Leave torture to horror shows and horror shoes
A Cruel subjugation to remain
No name Generals
Agressive canaries
I saw angels renegation
Turn your water on
War be a boring
So make some tea
Innocence of a god prayer word
The innocence of a crime
Defeat me arches back back back
Disposing substance OG
Evil tourists
Fake rich
All in the way
We take your one life away
So much truth in homeless
Cherished mansion
A surreal prosperity
A tattered shack
In front of my fireplace
I read a book
Its not Captain Hook
It's time to see what is
One life and what we give and what we take
Who decides
Our fate
Categories:
disposing, anger, anti bullying, bird,
Form:
Free verse
Oh!What a wonderful being,
What a unique uninfluenced mind
Of that girl,
She wears humble dress
And talks low keeping the best head low.
Oh!How kind she Is?
To every one around her,
Albeit, they are good or bad,
Her rays of smile is unbiased like the sun rays.
Oh! What a decent gal,
She tells'I love you' many times
Yet to same single person
And unbelievable;one boyfriend Is enough to her.
Oh!How helpful she is in the society,
She walks to the Orphanage,
To donate penny In lieu of disposing To stretch wrinkles
To straighten naturally straight hair.
Oh!What a survival she made on this Anthill,
In this so called 21st century,
Where every gal wears dress scarcely and fanciful
In this burning world with a gushing fire of Ego and Imitation.
From where did that Angel fall?
Is she reincarnation of Mother Teresa?
No,It can't be...
Florence Nightingale will never visit back In this century.
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Categories:
disposing, angel, change, creation, culture,
Form:
Blank verse
Curse of mutation
On just one gene
Needing salvation
Get it clean
First comes the emotion
Then come the shakes
They get these notions
Everyone thinks they're flakes
Some are highly intelligent
But the wiring is disordered
(I am stilling working on this one. Anyone have any suggestions? Sara This disease is in
clusters in families affects approximately 1in 10,000 people similiar to a cross in Parkinson
and Alzheimers with dementia similiar to schizorphrenia. There is no medicine, no treatment,
and one just has to wait until the symptoms start. There is genetic testing now which can tell
if one has the gene and if the repeats are high enough that the person will come down with
the disease themselves. People who have this disease are more prone to using illegal drugs,
too much alcohol, get trouble with the law because of these, and are prone to having multiple
sexual partners because they are seeking something to treat themselves for the depression
that comes with the illness. There is hope in stem cell research to come up with a treatment
for this illnes and other similiar illnesses. This illness is an mutation on the CAG in ones
genetic coding with too many CAG and it effects the glutamine protein which is in every cell
in ones body. The illness wrecks havoc on ones brain causing brain cells to die too soon and
the body can't keep up with disposing of the cells or make new ones fast enough to replace
the dead ones. When a person finds out it is in their family, then they live with the fear will it
be my fate.)
Categories:
disposing, confusion, depression, devotion, family,
Form:
Threatening me directly in my face
you want to appear bigger, you are not to be feared.
Knowledge empowers....
With every breath I will speak out
the world must know your type.
I wont give you the satisfaction of loosing my temper,
I will wrestle with you and always win, every time.
Identifying prey you perpetrate, manoeuvre your way in;
the thrill of the kill your stimulation
relentless in your obsession which you live and breathe.
Dangerously Intense wearing a life of normal
turning on your killer charm, pouncing on weakness
single....looking for love;
Turkish delight promise no sweet filling have you,
you reek of manipulation all in sight.
People have no idea of what they are flirting with
fatal attraction love is blind,
those who dared to love you, believed your lies, sadly it's too late.
Theories are formed and tested, proprietary can disguise,
good intuition, gut instinct it's true!,
under all circumstances it cant just be a bit of fun, you wont let go.
Incapable of love your'e not wired that way, sad but true,
take care my darling the love emotion is gone.
Don't be deceived not even for a minute when two mingled into one
all the love in the world you don't care you say what everyone wants to hear....
I love you baby. You say it to own it, black and white ice, control
that's your game, we a concept you simply cannot understand,
you chill me to the bone still I will never fear you.
I will ruthlessly expose you....flesh; the wounds of our interaction lay bare.
Brave in life your final moments victim no, that wasn't you
not even blood stained can define...still you oh yes, ...always.
The traits of your psyche displayed for all to see,
Cold, calculating, remorseless demon murderer John Doe, I will give you a name.
Killing, disposing of all who gets in your way.
Never taking responsibility for your actions, selfish to the core
but intimate strands of DNA betray you.
Knowledge empowers, defenceless we are not, we are stronger because of love x
For all the innocent individuals....Mothers, Father, Children brutally slain, torn apart, I feel your pain.....
Rest in peace.
I/we will always remember.....
Holy as incense rising....each person lifted high
Brave in life....silence is golden all that's left unsaid.
Categories:
disposing, psychological,
Form:
Prose
There is a river just beyond my land’s end.
It meets a deluge of challenges on its way.
It crashes into boulders at a pending bend.
And then it quiets where trout seek their prey.
But the tranquility lasts for only a dozen feet
Then the river drops to gush an angry roar.
Logs from splintered trees it is forced to greet.
Still it continues undeterred, just as before.
It is the victim of trash-disposing folk
Who assault it with refuse of every type.
They care not if they make the river choke
Filling it wantonly with cans, bottles, tripe.
En route to its miles-away destination
It will repeatedly confront obstacles diverse.
Its life’s course is a broken-up narration—
Things that seem bad are likely to get worse.
Thus it is that our own life’s downhill course
Is oft inundated with what the river endures.
For there is in mortality a free-flowing force
That nature and its abuse unfailingly assures.
Categories:
disposing, environment, river,
Form:
Rhyme
Festered lament maddens me
Why must the despair of my heart’s desire
Truly enlighten me?
I rested among the sick and lame
And found myself no different from the rest
For a troubled mind holds endless poverty
Penniless regret marks as a sickness no doctor can prescribe
For the bottles of balm are empty
And medicinal hope grows angry
I derived my madness from creativity
Revealing the remains of my humanity
‘Cool off, child’, I heard a soft voice whisper
But can’t you see I live off the flame?
It asks for no nickel or dime!
But it seeks to destroy all the same
The small voice returns at times
And often my heart listens
But we all listen
And only believe in the inevitability of pain
I speak of the majority
Not of you
For you are blessed and beyond disgrace
You have a life—a beautiful face
And most of all, you are rich
With attributes I can only dream of
You are rich with life and purpose
Holding inscrutabilities I can only wish to understand
You lift me without touch or care
Disposing me from your treasures
Because though you meant no harm,
You are rich with blessing
And must remove all possible threats
So my festered lament
Remains an enlightenment
I can say I am rich in poverty
But you are forever rich
In Mystery
What hurts the most is knowing
I may be wrong about you
For you are so obscure in this mind
And as empty as I am I wish to be filled
In your richness
But we all are filled to the brim in the end
And sometimes I cannot distinguish the good from the bad
There is nothing I wish to discard
So I hoard in constant deficiency and despair
And I hoard the idea that you are beyond compare
That you are rich
And always will be richer
Than me—or he
Categories:
disposing, absence, analogy, anger, angst,
Form:
Free verse
To Vietnam Veterans
Come to the holy quiet
where weary warriors meet,
"Brothers of the Nam"
who’ve found the "Mercy Seat."
Take pleasure in the garden.
Let peace and passion reign,
erasing images of violence,
chasing dreams of death and pain.
Baptize in wide blue oceans
where vivid nightdreams end,
disposing of the terror
returning home again.
Wear love, a golden medal
the one within your chest
badge of your tour of duty,
a divinely fashioned crest.
Ears will listen to the stories,
the horrors of humankind.
If more than one heart bears it,
then absolution you may find.
Brotherhood of Vietnam Vets,
You crossed Asia’s "burning sands."
Take these words as a salute
for risking life on foreign lands.
4/16/16
Vietnam War 1959-1975
JPContest 6: WAR AND HEROISM
Sponsored by: Jamie Pan
Categories:
disposing, soldier, war,
Form:
Quatrain
A parade requires a horde of supporting cast to put on a show:
Platoons of committees plus cops to control the traffic flow.
But an indispensable element of any successful parade,
Is the ever-viligant crew of the poop and scoop brigade!
A parade ain't complete without John Deere and Farmall tractors,
And a legion of politicians and other such obnoxious detractors.
There's the usual haughty equestrians riding prancing steeds,
Followed by the scoop brigade disposing of equine misdeeds!
Members of the marching bands must be careful where they tread,
Being very alert for unforeseen obstacles that may lie ahead.
But with a crack poop and scoop brigade that is really on the ball,
They can march with resolute stride stepping in nothing at all!
A parade must have silly clowns and a queen of something or other,
Colorful floats, fire engines and classic cars trailing one another.
Some even feature giraffes and elephants plodding down the street,
Posing a special challenge to the brigade but they won't concede defeat!
You've got to tip your fedora to those stalwart scoop brigades.
Without their attention to detail and participation in parades,
And dealing with emergencies without the slightest cue,
Many awkward and stinky situations could very well ensue!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
disposing, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
There once was this girl named Betsy who lived on my block. This chick was so ugly she looked like a rock. She had two big titties and a scar on her thigh. She had a really big nose and only one eye. She use to mess around with this guy named Drew. And this guy was ugly too. He wore thick glasses and had really bad breath. He had a body odor that smelled like death. Late one night on November the third. Betsy was in her bathroom disposing of a turd. When there was a knock at her door that only she knew. You guessed it right. It was that ugly old Drew. He had a bag of weed and a bunch of crack. All bundled up in a brown paper sack. When she saw what he had she dropped her draws quick. But when Drew smelled her coochy he got really sick. The room got really funky and flies fell to the floor. He tried to make a run for it but he couldn't get to the door. When both of their odors hit the air there was a chemical reaction. The coroner said that both of their noses looked like Michael Jacksons. When Betsy and Drew took that breath it was their very last. The moral of this story is you got to wash your ass. c. R. Mendoza
Categories:
disposing, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
To cleanse your life, empty out it's past and move on, to leave no explanations, no pity, no shame. To usher the insensitive to the living and the not, to delete faces from your photographs and smile once more. I'm owed no explanation, as I was never bought and was never returned, but my past litters with others excrement. I'm sure you'll do it again and you've done it before, used and disposed, cared and then lost interest; I'm more sure that there'll be occasions where I'll be or have been the same. At the disposing end though, it's instinct to look for recovery, the need to fight is always pointless nowadays. But what can you do?
There's a million different ways to move on or to diminish, and to do either one you have to experience both. It's your prerogative to do as you please as it is mine, and that's all.
Categories:
disposing, life, people,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Clueless
She hangs up the phone.
Turns to her friend with a smile.
She says "I just love him so much.
I haven't felt this way in a while.
Better still, he loves me too.
This is just too good to be true."
Oh, but honey, what you don't know would have saved you
this heartache a while ago.
You're not the only one hiding in his bed.
You're not the only one hanging out in his head.
You're not the only one he lied to with the myriad things he said.
You fell behind.
You never got ahead.
It's a sad story instead,
He looks at her with that fire in his eyes.
She's clueless that she was the source of his lies.
Ready or not. soon to be the one who forgot.
Colder than ice then scorching hot.
Oh honey, what you don't know would have hurt you worse
a while ago.
You're not the only one hiding in his bed.
You're not the only one hanging out in his head.
You're not the only one he lied to with the myriad things he said.
You fell behind.
You never got ahead.
It's a sad story instead.
Well what did you expect?
Something wonderful?
Something perfect?
It doesn't work that way here.
Nothing is ever clear.
Nothing is ever as it claims to be.
That's the prize of mortality.
Don't go too far
Don't get too close.
You're not the only one hiding in his bed.
You're not the only one hanging out in his head.
You're not the only one he lied to with the myriad things he said.
You fell behind.
You never got ahead.
It's a sad story instead,
It's a sad story.
Two unsuspecting women in all their disposing glory.
You'll be the only one hiding away in his bed.
You'll be wishing you hadn't believed a word he said.
You'll be tormented with the truth that you're not the only one
hanging out in his head.
You'll long to get ahead.
You'll be every woman's sad story instead.
It truly is a sad story.
Yet, you're the only unsuspecting woman in all her disposing glory.
Categories:
disposing, betrayal,
Form:
Lyric
I am taking care of my 11-month-old grandson. I love every-minute and he's stolen my heart. I've seen the growth within him with lots of love and affection he gets. He is crawling and into everything. I never realized how many things needed for this small infant.
Car seat or they won't let you leave the hospital without one
As many diapers as you think you'll need
Diaper bag that handles everything you need on the go
Baby changing table, diaper change as quick as you can they get pretty squirmy
Wipes for their sensitive skin
Diaper rash ointment relieves baby's painful rash
Grocery store plastic bags, fantastic for disposing all those stinky diapers
Baby bath tub, there is such a sweet smell of a freshly bathed baby
No tears baby soap
Washcloths
Baby bath towels hooded or non-hooded
Sleepers with buttons and snaps, they are so much easier to put on
Swaddle or baby blankets, wrapped snug arms from wiggling free
Nail clippers, he loves scratching the back of my arms and face
Baby brush
Baby comb
Thermometer
Baby clothes, they'll grow out of it so fast
Socks
Shoes
Bottles
Formula or milk for hungry
Bottle brush
Baby teething ring to relieve sore gums
Baby binkis it tends to calm them when they are not feeding
Baby dishes
Baby spoon
Variety of baby food and cereal
Juices
Highchair
Bibs
A rocking chair to rock and kiss them good night.
Bassinet or Crib
Crib sheets
Toys, age appropriate for learning
Baby walker, fantastic to keep them busy for a little while
Stroller, a must when you walk or shop
Baby proof your whole house, once they start crawling, they are into everything
Camera, time goes so fast you'll want to remember it all.
7/29/2019
A dream worth living for
Born in the image of an unspoiled soul
Newborn stretches it's small limbs
Hungers, cries, crawls, and walks
A new peaceful dawn, a new world unfurled
5/14/2019
Poetry Contest: Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Categories:
disposing, baby,
Form:
List
Nero fiddled while Rome burning
A poet dead at home while singing
There lived a poet,a fisherman
In pain of cancer the hangman
No cure, beyond medication
A radio recorder,his last requisition
His spouse acquired it in no time to wait
Disposing a wardrobe,the only home mate
Lying his head on her laptop
Recording voice hurried up
Born a poem in pain of labour disturbing peace
"My heart is beating today in a rapid pace
Don't know it's calling bell for my demise
You took care of me all the time,my wife,in wise
River is flooded,sudden like a broken pipe
When the crop is still in ripe
The lives of you three on the point of knife
The lives of you three on the point of knife
My dreams crashed to pieces like a broken wind screen
Waving death near the bed is red not green
My last breath to cease before dusk
Darling,announce my demise to the village, in no luck
God bless you! in battle and the two little in kick
God bless you! In battle and the two little in kick
Nothing is left to consume at home
Without bothering others dome
Darling,carry our children in the path all went bright
Wipe out your grief in this belief at least to slight
No belongings saved for the death to grab along
No kith and kin with kind belong
No harm,hurry,
Remarry!
If the road is remote for you to drive and carry
If the road is remote for you to drive and carry
What to do at this late?
No gates found to get out of fate
Time has come nigh for my journey from this earth
You be my spouse also in my next of birth
Children..............,............!
Neighbors in vigilance of the pin drop silence proceeded
To witness the poet and his wife lying dead before the poem concluded
They found the radio still tuning in full scale
A poem in Sinhala in it told an untold tale
The whole village cried like rain with gale
The purpose of Nobel prize is in total fail!
Categories:
disposing, dark, death,
Form:
Free verse