Best Dreaded Poems
Pi
What statistics?
What trigonometry?
Geometry bamboozles me
The math language completely shuts me down.
Pre-algebra breaks my brain waves.
Please let’s not speak of these
Crazy math terms.
Pi
Categories:
dreaded, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rictameter
Tom Turkey got lost 'midst the teeming flock,
Thus, avoiding the dreaded chopping block!
Hunkering down spared his life,
Averting the carving knife!
He now recovers from traumatic shock!
Categories:
dreaded, humorous, thanksgiving,
Form:
Limerick
Other people are chatting.
I am not.
Some are pretending to read.
Ha! As if you could
In a doctor’s office.
I am sixty-six, and still do not want to be here.
Because of my fear of a prick, a shot, an I.V.
It takes a long time to get over these things.
I am not over them yet.
They call my name. Crap!
I just sat down, take someone else
I silently think.
But partly glad that I will not have to dread it any longer.
Everyone else looks up, relieved it is me being led and not them.
A few smile along my route.
I want to stick out my tongue, but I catch myself.
I head in to meet my doom, and face the lying weight machine.
I see the doctor. She mentions pills.
Then she remembers my stomach problems, so she cheerfully says
“It’s a shot for you!”
Ouch!
Oh, you’re a bleeder, the nurse says. “A big bleeder.”
Come here, and let me show you, I think.
Categories:
dreaded, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
A harsh wind blew in from the sea,
to give warning, of what was ahead.
Heavy pine boughs coming away from the tree.
A damaging storm, to anticipate with dread.
Clouds of gray, moving through the sky,
almost as if there was a race to win.
Leaves, swirling upward, ready to fly.
A gust catches a pine cone, making it spin.
The waves furiously hit the shore.
White crests rolling onto the sand.
The howling wind, joined by ocean's roar.
The island will suffer a bit more than land.
The wind came from the bay,
Then turned to revisit the beach.
The rain, the wind, made its own way.
Objects flew, so high, out of reach.
High winds, driving rain,
a storm not uncommon here.
It is with hope, that we will sustain.
And once again we wait for the sky to clear.
Categories:
dreaded, beach, sea, storm, tree,
Form:
Rhyme
Hungry black bats pour from a dim dismal cave
flying about under a lucid full moon;
near old chiseled tombstones of each sealed sod grave
in search of small tricksters that will be out soon.
Against clear ebony sky silhouettes loom
on this eerie fall eve of dank darkened doom;
Allhallows, the scariest- most dreaded night
when toothy vampires emerge and take to flight.
***
Early graves part open and goblins spill out
roaming vast country side looking for a thrill;
with rusty long chains that they must drag about
on Halloween night, rendering the spine to chill.
Behind leafless lofty foliage vile ghouls lurk
snatching up simple lopers out of the murk;
come venture out on Allhallows if you must
but obtain a live best friend that you can trust…
Copyright © 2012 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Oct. 6, 2012
First Place Winner ~ "The Ultimate Holloween” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Russell Sivey
Oct. 31, 2012
Categories:
dreaded, children, halloween, holiday,
Form:
Rispetto
Oh how I recall the agony and worry
Over the first proper grown up kiss
That was supposed to send you floating among the stars
On a voyage of euphoria and endless bliss.
French kissing
I'd seen them do it here in England too
Even the monkey's did it in the zoo
Did you have to be French?.
The one's they did on TV and wrote about in songs
What if my breath stunk or I got it wrong
The lips might just not fit
I'd be laughed at and the talk of the village
The local clown
But I knew it was something I had to do
A part of growing up whenever
It came around.
I'd practice kissing the back of my hand
Even my pillow and no not our family dog willow
It can'r be they hard do you suck or blow?
It was a great mystery I'd yet to know.
How I'd daydream for hours in my room
Wrapped up in a cosy warm kiss fest hopelessly in love
With a girl in school ahhhhhh what bliss
Imaging kiss after kiss
I'd given a Quick peck to a girl before
Bur now I was nearly a man
And I wanted to kiss until my lips were sore.
The day finally came by the side of a garage
I forget her name
The butterflies fluttered in my belly
This was it just like on telly
We both stood there lips together like glue
Both not knowing what to do
There was no suction as I recall
I felt so embarrassed
There wasn't much life in her at all.
But as my experiments eventually got much better with practice
I just wanted to kiss and never stop
The girls parents often tried to prise us apart
Well they did need to eat I suppose and get some sleep
But me I'm addicted kissing is so sweet.
Peter Dome. Copyright.2015. May.
Categories:
dreaded, anxiety, cute love, funny
Form:
Free verse
The call comes at three in the morning; no words are needed.
The news is expected almost desired....
The voice says she passed in her sleep peacefully tonight.
The funeral home has been called and are on their way here.
"Yes, I will let Wayne know...." Wayne? Says I.
No response, silence. Wayne's breathing is even and regular deep sleep has over come his mind tonight. Peaceful sleep has his thoughts.
Wayne? Spoken a little louder and a face caress. Wayne rolls over and goes back to sleep. Why do I have to break his sleep with the news??!
Wayne!! He mumbles and goes back to slumber, so peaceful.
Shoulder shakes, shoulder shaking several times.
A deep breath lets me know he has come out of the deep sleep....
Wayne are you awake?? Yes.
They called and said your mom passed.
When? Just a few minutes ago.
Your dad doesn't know yet.
Allen is going up to the nursing home.
Silence, and hugs...
What should I do? Wayne says sleepily.
Wayne says, I will go to the nursing home and see her before they come to take her away.
I have to stay here with our sleeping son. Wife says sadly.
I love you!! says both.
Categories:
dreaded, death, farewell, home, home,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Death, A Mystery So Dreaded
What light will shine upon my demise
perhaps a lone candle burning low
Penny for your thoughts sounds so wise
will that light burn truly to glow!
Will light shadows dance upon the wall
a lively jig, complete with shouts
Will I still hear my beloved ones call
or even know to have such doubts?
Can I wander back, check on my friends
just a quick glimpse just to see
Shall death have twists, turns and bends
or deep blackness merely engulf me?
My love, my life- will it not be missed?
If so, I await our sweet eternal tryst?
R.J. Lindley
Oct. 17th 1979
Note-- Eileen Manassian mentioned in a
blog comment that she thought my sonnets
quite good. So I now break out this sonnet
from my private journal written 36 years ago
when I was 25 years old(wild as a mustang).
I dedicate its public showing to her, my friend.
Categories:
dreaded, absence, age, allegory, angst,
Form:
Sonnet
Gray haired orchards are still smoking in birds
Our inner plains revolt in signs of the zodiac
The longing creaks in white petals
Northern winds plan spreading of harvest
We need the dreaded autumn...
Foals still wash their manes in dreams
The echo of romance spreads withered leaves
Last night I dreamed storms in daffodils
Nature’s nightmare tumble tumult
Bucks thrust hunger in wolves
Snow stormy hour entangles in hair
Frost bites the sweetness in hives
Gray haired orchards are still smoking in birds
Our inner plains do not believe in dreams
The echo of romance spreads withered leaves
Last night it felt like snowstorms in daffodils.
(written in my teenage years, translated now)
Categories:
dreaded, life, seasonsromance, night, longing,
Form:
Free verse
Life is a hoot, make the most of each day
One never knows what's ahead
Could be sailing along not a care in the world
When you hear that word we all dread
First time I heard it, my dear dad was diagnosed
Thought, what is this thing called cancer
Is there no way to give him a little more time
Maybe a new treatment is the answer
Unfortunately, my dear dad finally succumbed
Devastated, I was just a young boy
Seems like a horrible way to end your life
A waste of a lifetime of joy
My very first encounter of many to follow
Linda, my first wife succumbed
As other family members and good friends
This cancer has left me stunned
Well, so far I've managed to avoid this killer
Can't help wondering when it's my turn
Seventy-eight and I'm still motoring along
How long before I get burned
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
dreaded, cancer, horror,
Form:
Quatrain
Sticky mammogram
The dreaded breast biopsy
Little prick and burn.
Warm flesh on cold stainless steel
The breathless waiting begins.
Categories:
dreaded, cancer, death, mother daughter,
Form:
Tanka
the dreaded phone call came before seven on a cold Monday morning
my daughter calmly told me my three grandchildren were in a car crash
on their way to school
cold and icy the road spun them out of control
stopping only after sliding into a tree
the truck was on its side with wheels spinning
they looked back and the youngest was not there
she was laying on the cold grass beside the vehicle
they were taken to the nearest hospital for xrays and tests
the young one was air lifted to London with her scared Mom
holding her hand
the pediatric critical care unit in sick kids is an wonderful place
the care she received was amazing
one week later after sleepless nights and broken hearts
our little girl walked out on her own and came home
she sports a neck brace until her four fractures heal and make her stong
lucky is not a good enough word for how we feel
angels truly were watching over our children that morning
and we are blessed to have them with us
Categories:
dreaded, angel, children, grandchild,
Form:
Free verse
She's dreaded
Her presence unpleasant
Thoughts twisted like the locks on her head
She's deranged
Her brutal essence had victims beheaded
She's insane, make it stop, put an end to fools like black dots
Hands down, ink deceased, lyrical suicide
on a maximum level that's
Self-inflicted genocide
Her dreaded obsession to oppress with lyrical suppression
The sight of her
Twisted first impressions
Her undying will to hunt, search and find and victims close and hide
Virtual paraglide,
They dropped their pens in broad daylight
Fatal moments in public sight
Permanent loss of left and right
Their hands died
Fingers buried by her 23rd line
She's dreaded
Her presence resented
Unpleasant her presence like the essence of menace
She's dreaded
Unwanted - her lifelessness granted
Spectators enchanted, with pleasure they chanted
Pistol conceiving meets bullet receiving and
BANG BANG!
She's leaving
Categories:
dreaded,
Form:
From fourteen feet I visualize how heavy is the frame,
which parallels encasement of slow and lumbering brain.
While even with my vision blurred and tables in the way,
I certainly descry the face so flat,broad and plain.
Before my semi-weekly sessions, which conscience forces me to face
my body debilitates my leave and preparation with psychosomatic pain,
while though I'm free from heart attack, the organ grips again.
Without sepsis and collapse in its non-ruptured grain,
my right and lower abdomen fools perception "Appendix in its flame"
When I arrive into the center on every session day,
I take the folder and the book and in my mind I pray
"I truly hope the absence will take the charge away".
In pause of possibility, while I sit,dream and wait,
I write the note on take-home sheet " It will return that day"
Within the lesson,I am tortured as mine's a greatly swifter pace,
the discipline is nonexistent,for I repeat my say
"The lesson wants you to master this" and hope that it obeys.
As I faced my session one inevitable day,
I needed the board for the lesson,while the student continued to paint.
I couldn't say "I need the board" within a mode of faint.
I tried to take it in my hands, yet weakness gave its way.
As the deterrent triggered a lesson in delay,
the sound lesson wanted us to learn is realm of slow retain.
When I arrive home, I aim to watch the videos of saints,
for that'll correct the aforementioned,uncharitable ways.
Date:4/15/2017
Categories:
dreaded, child, how i feel,
Form:
Monorhyme
Oh dreaded death
A time for me to take a realxed breath
A time to take care of myself
Bathe in the empty wealth
Things left behind
Nothing here to remind
Oh dreaded death
A time for me to rebind
A shorter version of rewind
Where else have I been
What all else have I lived
Oh dreaded death
For this time I live
I sit and I wonder if I forgive
Oh dreaded death what you will bring
An other lifetime another century
Oh dreaded death
See what is to become of me
I guess I could make you a copy
Then I could go on never again in your company
Categories:
dreaded, death, death of a
Form: