Best Drama Poems
(Was on a pic of a llama with a thick lock of hair on his head, styled in quite human like fashion and it was grinning. If u google llamas perhaps then u will understand what I mean)
This flesh 'n' blood cousin of the ship 'o' the desert
here is given that funky punky , stylish haircut?
Could it be optical illusion or screen manipulation
causing him to grin in mock jubilation?
And ain't he gonna toss those bangs like some real groovy llama?
My doesn't he look ready for any showbiz dromedary drama?
Ah yes, he does look handsome, do come have a view
of this fuzzy, comedy dromedary beau!
Send in the paparazzi, for he's already saying cheese
But he prefers his own kind, send in some lady llamas please.
Hey, like humans, llamas can stick their tongues out and spit to express displeasure
So keep your distance from angry ones or you will regret the mismeasure
The one I see in the picture is a cool llama teenaager
but he's no teeny-bopper, for he's a teetotaller
as no one ever saw him
with a bottle of gin or lager!
Thoughts that thrive on scattered dreams
shoot through the mind like laser beams
Hunger echoes a hollow song
Voices merge, intestines long
Lips are dry, and tongues are parched
Memories are pressed and starched
No miming board can take the heat
Hot irons that scorch the hands and feet.
Cold days flow into brackish nights
on borrowed hopes and collared pride
Answers wrapped in braided woes
Crushed, then scattered by angry toes
Worry stalks in cleated shoes
It leaves a track of pallid blue
Just when it seems to reach the rise
It folds then doubles up in size.
In lull of twilight
sunburned skies tell
of the Sun’s demise behind
unified realm of dark distant trees
and the sprightly sea breeze dies
as night slays the day
Soundly you sleep, your insides at ease. Beside
you, I surge an uncharted storm of fearsome break for
it thunder-threatens my own sun’s velocity melt. Your
breathing is even and bears no concern, no fear or
resentment squeaks to rust your dream’s churn. All my
wishes wish it would; I want it to rob you, break your peace
to pieces, rough up all your pleases and scatter your calm.
Yesterday morn, the same ever alarm was greeted by our dual
yawns. I poured your coffee, you jellied my toast, we teased
about who loved the most versus who knotted our bed covers
tossed. I heard the garage jerk and bolt, the squeal of reverse
being forced and grinned that life so ordinary was actually a
fulfilling choice.
Later I chanced upon blemish, a day scar drama erasers can’t
touch, time can’t discard or blow into bits a kind wind might
take far. Even hours gone, with eyes closed, I cannot look away.
My insides toss green, then turn blue-black. My heart is cramped
and crumpled uneven, and my doubt is sure love-innocent trust
will never come back.
Our longtime love is not mere try or habit or lie, I know you want
me at your side, so why not a plan more focused to better secret
your sordid? Why carelessly litter dramatic change that my feet
must step around or in? You sleep unaware of my awake seeped
with betrayal:
Passionately you kissed another, gifted eye smiles on the street
to each other, while I was framed in the window of our
local and favorite grocer.
(just kidding, maybe should be titled: H to O)
career plan
He wants to be a pool boy
sitting round the pond
with a leather-tan employer
wearing nothing but her blonde.
when too little is not enough
He wanted to be a pool boy
so he wore a string.
She fired him ‘cause it covered
just one tiny thing.
My flesh is flush with inadequacy each day
for no purpose pulses inspiration my way
No motivation shows to validate
that my energy even palpitates -
I am a daytime deficiency breathing.
All things seem possible before I sleep
then night’s energy sun fades into lethargy:
I rise to flounder, flail and fail to move so never do I see the
me that my prayers and hopes wish new days would promote.
Has karma woven my desires revoked
or am I now a bad aging type of joke?
I cannot grope life’s enthusiasm
nor can I fathom what has happened,
but I am sad that my self-esteem’s armor
has been pierced by darkness infused drama …
home clocks loud mock me
as moments find me unchanged
just aged within ticks
tocking my stopped impetus
in passion’s puddled blandness
My dentist’s such a sadistic guy
No injection, I emit a cry
Open mouthed at his bill
Pain is much worse until
Quite slyly I knee him in his fly!
1/10/19
Afraid to face reality
That it might prove unpleasant
Scared to be cheated
And hurt by deception
Hiding in seclusion
In my own private world
Plunging into a vast sea
Of pleasurable memories
Swimming with unfolding waves
Of fiction and dreams
Shying away from the
Ambiguity of the present
Living in a handsome yesterday
For a beautiful tomorrow
But when we’re left together
And there’s just you and I
I come out of my independent sea
I extend my hand
Hungry for the warmth of yours
Craving for the soft caress
Of your eyes and smiles
And along sandy beaches
We leisurely walk side by side
The comfort of your closeness
Has no need for words
Till once again you must depart
The sun falls
The waves clash madly against
The solid wall of rock below us
You look behind
I’m gone
The outline of the cliff is bare
All to be seen a silhouette
Diving into a roaring sea
AP: 3rd place 2020
"My fiance is obviously cheating on me.
He's giving some witch's poetry a read.
He always leaves her more comments than he does with me.
Why did I ever get engaged to a poet overseas?"
"I didn't place high in your contest. What is wrong with you!?"
"You submitted the wrong form. It was Rhyme not Haiku."
"I was left a nasty comment by some skanky poet whore.
Now a group of poets and I are going to start a comment war."
Drama! Drama! Drama!
Here @ Poetry Soup.
So much friggin Drama
I can't stay in the loop.
This one's mad at that one and that one's mad at you.
There's so much friggin drama here @ Poetry Soup.
My cat is picky; my cat is persnickety.
My cat likes to play with mice; my cat's best friend is a snake.
My cat is aloof; my cat is stuck up.
My cat ignores me; my cat writes me hate notes.
My cat is snotty; my cat is snobbish.
My cat is my best friend; my cat is my only friend.
My cat has papers; my cat is a purebred.
My cat scares the neighbors, my cat scares me.
My cat is jealous; my cat is envious.
My cat watches TV; my cat critiques Michael Moore’s documentaries.
My cat is running for office; my cat is trumping him by a twenty-eight percent margin.
Why do kitty-mamas like to Cat-Up-Each-Other?
(Just between us, I would not want either of these cats).
Why am I so wired
Wound up so tight
I think I might explode or crack
At the least little extra added pressure
It’s all way too much drama
Messiness and chaos for my liking
Enough is enough
I just can’t bear it
Don’t pile on any more
Everybody stop just relax
Take a breath
We can’t keep up this pace
Life isn’t supposed to be a race
AP: 3rd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
I have withdrawn from grim and gloomy feelings.
I have no time for wistful faces that plague the day
with melancholy conversation and life-sucking sadness.
The drama too much to digest and too trivial to express.
The shroud of depression envelopes the soul
spiraling it toward the depths of psychosis.
Discard delusions of undignified and unfounded discontent.
Instead, I seek cheerful gladness and joyful vibes.
I invest my time with gregarious and social aspects
of amiable discourse and exuberant life-serving happiness.
The manzai of life situations is peculiar funniness.
The revealing mirthful banter opens the psyche
whirling it toward heights of responsible normalcy.
Embrace each moment as though it is the last – it could be.
The joy of the sun is fleeting
You know you slowly
sucks the spark of life
out of your victims
You crush and step on
my feelings
The negativity is like
drowning in quicksand
Stinky socks make me nauseous
A voice that asks questions
Who, what, where, why, how, which and when
The control mechanism and your uncertainty
The support beam should be strong
For a long time it has been a cold and
shady fog been between us
The air smells of jealousy
I've had enough ... It sucks !!!
11/08/2020
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3rd place in the contest
I feel as if walking inside
an impressionistic painting, that too in 3D
as far as I can see, a world of dots and light
the same as what I’m made of.
I see summer in spring.
My eyes touch the sky and sky me.
I feel people staring at me
but why don’t they ask me about my Glaucoma.
My optic nerve, the cable, is damaged
And sends visual information to the brain
And can cause slight vision or even blindness
And am advised to take marijuana,
The most controversial choice
though there are alternative therapies.
I know smoking marijuana has been proven
to reduce intra ocular pressure
and prevents optic nerve damage
but takes a heavy toll
as one has to smoke multiple times a day
for the consistent results
adding to the global drama of medical marijuana.
I am trying it out but…….
Feeling the side effects of depression & exacerbate asthma.
+++
November 29, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Dr.Ram Mehta
7th place win
Contest: Medical Marijuana by Debbie Guzzi
Talking excessively just can’t stop.
Overly stressed and beginning to flop.
Messing in matters you need to stay out.
Ushering in tension and running about.
Choices being made without a second thought.
Holding others hostage by your own malicious plots.
Drama, drama, drama that’s all I hear.
Rehearsing matters over and over again.
Always in the valley of o.p.p.
Mettling in other’s business this should not be.
Angry at others and being the drama queen.