Best Distrustful Poems
I see their intentions,
In their trances of manipulation,
Mind-warping affection, they laid upon you,
And knowingly you feed on what I thought you were absorbing…
You lash out at me screaming, saying,
“Rest your distrustful inflicting,
Look me in the eye, accept me, and free me!
I will consume their darkness in a bleeding light,
Whilst juggling in the enigmas you cramp me in!
You wonder why I welcome all,
As danger tickles my curves, arresting your nerves
You most sacred, superstitious little butterfly
Cease your incessant, mocking lectures
Flapping your wings at me in a colorful warning
Yes, I know you have seen it all you perfectly transformed worm!
I know what you know even though you think I do not know it!
Your metamorphosis of completion is impressive, yes,
Yet in your expectations, you ignore the fact that I am shapeless,
Stepping into the open air to confront change with all of its surprises.”
My multihued resolve silenced her…
“I hear you! I hear you oh so clear,
You innocent, raw little worm of a girl…
So I shall allow, just know:
My mighty wings are here to shade you, not smother you
As your guardian, I will trust with sting
Swearing on my every heartbeat,
I will protect you as you engorge on the thorns you call beauty
I will lift you from the brushes to let you peek at the hungry birds,
And you will plead for me to shield you once more
Though when I do not, and the birds dive down to consume you,
In fear, in haste, you will sprout your magnificent wings,
You will call out my name,
And in tears I will watch you fly far above them all!”
For Justin Bordner's contest, "The Instincts of Innocence"
Categories:
distrustful, beauty, freedom, growth, heart,
Form:
Epic
Gentle on My Mind
You play along the edges,
of every memory worth having.
You have been there since,
I care to look back.
I was stupid,
fearful,
distrustful,
and dangerous.
You… ever were patient,
kind, and slow to anger,
walking a measured gait.
Cowboy,
You speak in a voice,
that melts my heart.
but your real words,
more often are unvoiced,
but always felt,
tangibly… changing
the fixed temperament
left behind,
in the wake of users,
defilers of dreams.
You make me look up at the stars.
You make me find new paths…
You are a cold drink,
to my parched journey.
Now I no longer…
walk alone.
Categories:
distrustful, america, childhood, christmas, encouraging,
Form:
Sonnet
A blot they want to wash, detergents do not work
Ineffectual, institutional and cover ups a stir
Excuses abound, squirming hierarchy found
"Its just a darkie, why so narky"
The corridors would sound
It still goes on, gone several years
Distrustful patronising leaders
A scurge we hope that does not surge
To Nazi ways and olden days
Where races they would purge
Categories:
distrustful, political, race, racism,
Form:
Rhyme
Lamenting love rest upon my humble heart,
May thy candle burn quickly before thy night…
Loves lament lies lingering from far apart,
For the slings and arrows deploy and depart,
Solitary stars sacrificed amidst dying light…
Lamenting love rest upon my humble heart,
A broken hearts graveyard a calamitous compart,
Release my soul this warmless winters white…
Loves lament lies lingering from far apart,
Your love has harpooned a distrustful dart,
Like a raging rioting roar with a bitter bite…
Lamenting love rest upon my humble heart,
Lost in love, arrested & abandoned by black art,
Your voiceless words are daggers that ignite…
Loves lament lies lingering from far apart,
For you, my love has become an infamous impart,
Where tedious tears testify tenderly in twilight…
Lamenting love rest upon my humble heart,
Loves lament lies lingering from far apart.
Jan.21.2020
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Categories:
distrustful, longing, lost love, love
Form:
Villanelle
Dear Soap Bubble,
bright focus
in an air-light reflection
of the ephemeral beauty
of this world
diaphanous soul
in despair
sincere
fearful
innocent
hesitating
uncertain
distrustful
pure
Emotional universum
rumbling inside the anima
of a tiny simple
passionate creature
I shall enjoy thy sight
Shall I live in fear
for you not to burst
Shall I be the wind
to blow tenderly
directing thy path
Thy shelter shall I be
I surrender myself to thee
Categories:
distrustful, caregiving, childhood, computer-internet, death,
Form:
Personification
Privately educated, privileged backgrounds .……no problem per se …….…but ......we're led by these plum in mouth toffs by the troughful.…... their snouts in the pockets of the electorate, creaming the real workers of cash for taxes .…....so long as they're okay with backhanded deals and offshore accounts, their empathy remains as real as a cuboid moon.
Distrustful dinosaurs with prehistoric rhetoric....... and arrogance beyond belief .......they give the people grief. Arguably their role is to be unpopular..... no reflection of the real people, no microcosm, no cross section, no true representation of us compounds their ability to irritate.
This is politics in full swing, full of stuck up d*cks and silly twerps in tailored shirts telling us how to vote. When can this change to a real democracy? ........Real parties talking real issues with real solutions with real taxes spent on real things. The equilibrium is unbalanced, the donkey jacket came and went ......now we're left with just the donkeys, more mules to carry the weight of their own egos.
We have the right to vote.....we pride ourselves on this democratic right...but this is looking through the rose tints.….I only have the ability to vote for different shades of beige....unless I want to become a part of an extremist, sensationalist mob.….I don't.... I just want a real choice of real people..….so for now my ballot card will remain a useful piece of cardboard.... to fold and prop up the wonky leg on my dining room table.
Categories:
distrustful, political,
Form:
Prose
RELIGION RUINS EVERYTHING
By Roy Merritt
The malice of gods unseen malice of millenniums past
The evil one can readily conjure and difficult to surpass
No matter which faith it claim no matter where it grew
No matter those it proclaim naught but hate they spew
And despite their proclamations of love of hopeful measure
Trust not what they seek, in the end it mostly be treasure
Onward Christian soldier onward the Jihadist they screech
Onward bring destruction their walls we soon will breach
And if not for conversion if they don’t kneel to our ways
We bring them but carnage the end of their spiteful days
Callous be our churches hatred in our mosques resound
Explosions rock the streets to hell we all be bound
What do we know of gods what claim we have of worth
That a deity would reveal himself to we who dwell on earth
I can’t imagine at all shall never come to understand
The good there might be in we blood soaked human man
None have said it better than Hitchens long past had seen
That god is unworthy of us religion ruins everything
It make one willing to murder it make one easily to war
It make one distrustful of all and millions to curse and abhor
It make one turn on neighbors it make one turn on a friend
It make one to desecration it make one to wallow in sin
Don’t dare ponder your contradiction with any kind of rationale
Don’t question the words of those so wretched perverse and foul
Though fools we know they be fools from that distant Bronze Age
Fools we certainly see filled with superstitious and foolish rage
What fear they of modernity what fear they have of wisdom
What makes them wish to dwell and languish in this prison
What think you when some time what will it we thus replace
When we upon some time encounter others about in space
Will we adopt their gods what will it be we say
If he not be the one we cherish and daily to whom we pray
Will we call for conversion to Jehovah or to Allah they kneel
Will we continue our wars the unbelievers curse and kill
Will we at last come to see what Hitchens had clearly seen
That god is unworthy of us religion ruins everything
Categories:
distrustful, angst, anxiety, christian, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Read a story the other day about one out of five children in the U.S. go hungry.
Amazing to me because no child should go to bed with stomachs grumbly.
This country gives a lot to other countries in foreign aid.
Why don’t we curb that? Feed our own children so they never go hungry and afraid.
Millions are spent every year on foreign food to hungry nations.
Commendable yet our children go without they have no rations.
The Lord loves His children in any country and He’s looking.
Our nation has been blessed yet our elderly and young are really being shaken.
Leaders the elected officials offer nothing new they are corrupted.
Special interest groups lining their own pockets and are distrustful.
Look at their track record; look at what they pass for laws.
Funding other countries ignoring our children it really sticks in my craw.
We have a supposed Godly nation we supposedly in God we trust.
Yet our officials have scandals galore have greedy plans that strictly are a bust.
Children, the nation’s future are left hungry and we cut programs for education.
What’s the real price? Wars, killings, go on children going hungry that’s what’s upon our own nation.
Of course morally our nation neglecting our Father is bringing us down a deadly path.
All we will do is anger the Father again and we have to be ready to face His wrath.
Jesus told His disciples to allow children to come to Him.
Are we so stupid that we ignore this? We are not looking to Him for guidance; soon He will arrive and take His children to the Kingdom.
Vote my brethren it’s your right ask God what to do and ask God what is right.
Pick wisely allow God to guide you in your choice, look to His guiding light.
The old guard replacing the new faces of the republicans is younger and has the same agenda as their peers before; those policies are still the same.
Policy for the rich always have been there agenda they are still playing with children’s lives they are still playing their corrupted game.
Categories:
distrustful, childhood, faith, children, father,
Form:
Rhyme
The dulcet rays of summertide extend
Their wings below the wavy crowns of trees,
Where slabs of stone adorn a path and blend
Their way across a kingdom owned by bees.
Across the waterfall, a house of stone
Stands quiet by the ivied moorland, where
The human footstep often strides alone,
Though crescent moon beams always visit there.
I’m like a raven on a branch of life,
Distrustful of my fate and of my ways,
Yet knowing that more clever is the knife
Of time, than any fox who sings my praise.
Alone with my own thoughts, protected by the heights
Of oak and elm trees, where I lie in sleep,
I feel unknown: untouched by all the lights
Spread out by stars from their celestial keep.
Across the fallows and the firths I fly
On ample whiffs of wistful stupor quelled
By the recess of chaos when I try
To tame fierce words whose ore was never welled.
As rain and winds might shred tall peaks to dust,
So does the world grow old and rise anew
Though, by sheer mutability, it must
Reveal its secrets to a chosen few.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
Categories:
distrustful, bird, fantasy, nature, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
—Oh, it’s a terrible thing to see—
Look; the face,
that ugly face reflected in a broken mirror.
It’s a daffodil, the dream of Narcissus’,
it’s an inevitable arrogance, the karma of Hamlet’s,
yet no way to cast all these phantoms away
he became a sad wanderer who was going round
and round on the same spot every night with great despair.
Its hairs are stiff and lusterless, as the pieces of
stiff wires, or wayside grasses that died in the dust,
its eyes are evil, which appeared full of cold plot,
as if an untrustworthy Iago, or a betrayer Judas Iscariot,
the lips, they are an immoral saint’s
indecent language maker, a piece of greasy fat,
the nose, it’s a hog’s nose, which the hog originally was
born for the only purpose of gluttony, lives in filthiness
and idleness indifferently; though he swallows the pearls
licks the vomits with same mouth to fill his never contented stomach,
the forehead, it’s a forehead of the distrustful little devil,
that not even once, believed in truth or the beauty, and
shriveled from the curse, and has expelled into the wasteland,
the tongue, it’s an Eden’s Serpent’s, Eve’s tongue,
that gulps perjury without blushing, and cold as an ashy corpse.
The face that is in the broken mirror is
the fading daffodil, the broken pride the never healed wound.
The face that is in the broken mirror is the lifeless remaining
reflection, the vision as if a monologue without response.
Categories:
distrustful, image, mirror,
Form:
Free verse
Once an innocent child, was ravished by her guardian
I beseech thee keep not thy yam with a goat.
Ada is a comely teenage with an excellent mind
But to pluck a lovely flower is to kill it
It is not love, no. Ada faced a humiliation unwarranted
Don't force urine down my throat because I urinate
Now, each way she goes, the wind proudly flaunts
High the garment of shame
Uche has carved a scar in her tender heart
With a red-hot iron, even the hotness is like unto hell
All-consuming as it first began
Now she is strongly distrustful of men
Her Heart is yet to forgive his sin
It pains so bad that her heart cries in the silence of the night
It pains so bad that her heart mourns in the brightness of a new day
She seriously wonders what life is
She ask in her heart, why this should be
What wrong she has done
Why at her feet the world should collapse
She wonders if she could ever forgive
A man who took a pride she had consciously guarded.
Categories:
distrustful, loss, sad, satire, teenheart,
Form:
Free verse
Palpable hatred makes your nostrils seethe
As you inhale all the imagined wrongs
Grounded in ignorance
And no reality
A match is struck
Martyrs are made
And fools are kings
Grievances run wild
Fed by even more vengeful sins
The place is ablaze
The rioting season has begun
Who will outlive
This bellicose insanity
That is but an implosion of ill-will?
The place is raised to the ground
The calm before
Did not exist
As bold they were
Who stirred the umbrage
That overruns the place
A comedy of errors
A slap in the face
The flames consume all around
History will laugh
As we now cry
With ignorant disdain
Rights become wrongs
Wrongs become rights
Troubles brew
It's a grim sight
The charred ruins smoulder
This friction is not new
A caustic brew of simmering rage
Mixed with distrustful interaction
Society disintegrates
A cauldron full of hate
All around is covered in ash
Is this the way to build humanity?
Rising up in Don Quixote style
May relieve tensions now
As our restless energy
Is temporarily spent
What of the never fading seething discontent?
The world can be turned upside down
So easily
Thankfully not too frequently
Categories:
distrustful, social, society,
Form:
Verse
His smile was like sunlight sparkling on water
His charisma could make the most distrustful person believe or trust him
Those promises were so genuine
Promise of beautiful home on city's edge
This was like a dream come true
Chandelier of crystal was the focal point
Of that large open front room
Beautiful cut crystal hung sparkling in sun on that afternoon
Once settled and heat came on that winter
The chandelier slowly began to drip
Drip onto that fabulous marble floor
Then soon all that was left a dirty puddle
Dirty liquid on the beautiful marble floor
Needing to be cleaned with a mop and marble cleaner
Charisma just doesn't get it
Genuine character does and always has been a winner with me.
Categories:
distrustful, imaginationbeautiful, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
My youth was too brief
and whenever I felt distraught,
I clutched my belief:
to give faith a defined worth;
free, but not truly liberated
as a wandering soul in exile:
reminding itself of how it inwardly bled
amid thoughts that knew no minimal dire!
Freedom has the dearest prize:
I either acclaim it with excitement,
or I lose it to that folly which destroys life;
nothing about incomprehension is an efficacious attempt
which enriches a rebellious mind full of rage and enmity,
but can I comprehend its enormity?
A disconsolate person is a wandering soul in exile,
lacking insight and enthusiasm: a self-evident liar
who's never warned of terrible consequences,
dispelling honor and truth, feeding on worthless pride:
to disassemble what was built with enormous sacrifices;
always distrustful, arrogant and unappreciative of uprightness,
pleasing in discord and disunity to satisfy an arrogant ego
without self-esteem to continually spread sorrow!
How can anyone fasten with chains a rightful spirit,
to enslave it and enforce a punitive silence?
The morning star is most beautiful before sunrise,
mortals are most admired when they inspire, captivate
and show endearment in their true and endless emotions:
to evoke their past liberties that time has left intact!
Categories:
distrustful, character, courage, culture, farewell,
Form:
Free verse
Mature and robust and resonant happiness,
like true wealth,
is made,
seldom simply found.
Happiness, spiritual gratitude,
unlike material wealth,
cannot be inherited by legal right.
Happiness,
like mental health,
and unlike cognitive-affective dissonance,
cannot be owned,
yet works best when shared,
cooperatively governed,
and can be as positively illusory and fleeting
as chronic stress can be negatively delusional,
like Robert Pirsig's "gumption trap."
Happiness is the currency of love,
as blossoms are to healthy
and trusting
and cooperative root systems.
Why is this as difficult to grasp
and hold onto,
this ultimate ecopolitical and psychological power
of healthy love,
spirit of cooperative gratitude
for Earth's richly paid-forward Grace,
as it is easy to dwell on the fear and angry hated distrustful roots
of dissonance
and decay
and decadence
and decomposition?
Why would WinWin ecopolitics of happiness
grow any less dominant
than WinLose suboptimization
of integrity's great and small transitional promise?
Why either LeftBrain successful outcomes
or RightBrain lovely happiness incomes?
Why Economic rationality
or EcoLogical sacred sanity?
Oh right,
I recall
here at last,
Mature and robust and resonant happiness,
like true wealth,
is cooperatively made,
seldom simply found.
Categories:
distrustful, caregiving, earth, happiness, health,
Form:
Political Verse