Best Dry Up Poems
Beauty and the Beast
In the deep core of her skin
I feel a human who is no saint
Cutting out her heart, ripping everything to shreds
Leaving my prey gutless, in every form of sin (HUSBAND)
Watch the last beat of her heart as I slowly slaughter your (WIFE)
Thank you for participating as I slowly kill her in every way
Stripping her down, enjoying her birthday suit
Watch as I slice her throat,
enjoy the color red pumping out her neck
She gasp, she gulps on her blood
Gently I reach in and remove her silent tongue
I devour her deepness, for all the beauty you mistook
Detaching all her limbs before she gave God her grace
I gave her no pity while she gave one last breath
Look at the empty emotions I left behind in her eye
Staring right back, as I pound a new cavity in her chest
Laughing at her brutal cry!
Confessing, it was time to satisfy the demons within
Chuckle at the thought, how beauty up and left
Trapped by God's given darkness,
Depressing abyss no one will miss
Her mind such a waste, a hunger she left behind only I can taste
Her eyes, I will cut and burn, for allowing him to blind her way-
Her red plum lips, I have sewn shut, for never speaking up-
Her tongue I swallowed completely
I could not stand the crying of the soon to be slaughtered sheep
Bathing naked in her guts for not defending herself
Plunging out her spine, pricking my finger on her hip
My blood gushing out thick while hers flows thin
Analyzing while mutilating, myself reflected twin
A mistake was to lurk, trapping the beauty within
Putting her in a coffin, knowing this will dry up the tears
I'm holding up a guard with an unbreakable shell
My prisoner in this body of lust, forgetting the meaning of hell
The women inside is dead, I murdered her long ago
The front I put upon is colder than snow
How can I let her find her Beauty-----------(WIFE)
When she still lives with the beast----------(HUSBAND)
I know her only secret,
That will give her life and brighten her glow
Give her a delicate rose and you will see!
The ugliness will melt, and reveal her true identity
*Thank you Beast,
*For reminding me what killed the Beauty
~5/20/2010~
Categories:
dry up, abuse, beauty, dark, emo,
Form:
Epic
"In life, grief outweighs joy and laughter is an interlude between two sighs."
~By Poet~
Isn’t it sheer destiny that you and I were born,
In the endless flow of time as humans.
But we are here only for a short interval,
When death calls, we leave the stage ending the show.
As peace is an interlude between two wars
Life is an interlude between birth and death
The moon that fades after lighting the night,
The sun that sets after warming the day,
The flowers that wither after feasting the eye,
Obliquely announce that life is an interlude.
Love once flourished may fade and die.
Trees towering high may fall and rot.
Rivers that swell can dry up once.
The same is true of our life on earth.
At times we soar on wings of joy.
At times we drown and are deep in grief.
Does it not remind us of a vital truth,
That life on Earth can never be the same.
We are travelers on this wild terrain,
Heading timorously towards an unknown goal,
Ever tossed by the vicissitudes of life,
Fated to partake evenly of smiles and tears.
Know that all the paths we tread along,
Finally converge on a single spot.
At the tomb, we just pause awhile,
To resume our journey to lands beyond.
All that counts is how well we lived,
And not how long we have been here.
So, mend your life as your conscience directs.
Bridge the gap between words and deeds.
Categories:
dry up, death, growing up, life,
Form:
Free verse
They organized a church bazaar,
To raise money for the poor.
A booth for selling chances
Was set up, outside the door.
When I bought the raffle ticket,
My reasoning was murky,
And I could only just believe it,
When I won that doggone turkey.
Now, the kids were all excited
When we brought the critter home.
So we placed him in the barnyard,
Where he'd have lots of room to roam.
Since the date was late October,
I'm quite sure you understand,
That to have him for Thanksgiving
Was my awe inspiring plan.
Well, the turkey was no birdbrain,
As I was very soon to find.
That bird knew what I was thinking;
Why, I declare, he read my mind.
I let the children care for him,
To my most profound regret--
He turned on his charming manner,
And, quickly, he became their pet.
But that fact did not deter me,
I told myself it didn't matter.
I was dead set and determined
To see that gobbler on a platter.
When the kids perceived my purpose,
They turned on the tears and pleas.
Then, the wife joined in their chorus,
And that brought me to my knees.
So I told my grieving family
They could dry up, and relax.
I concealed my disappointment--
Went and put away the axe.
Came the dinner of Thanksgiving,
Not a sad face could be found.
And our live Thanksgiving turkey
Was the gladdest bird around.
We gathered around the table,
And I humbly asked the blessing--
While Tom gobbled down his corn, outside,
We had hotdogs and dressing.
Categories:
dry up, animals, food, funny, seasons,
Form:
Narrative
Will you still love me…when my lustrous black hair your fingers are ever drawn to,
turns thin and dull and gray?
When that youthful glow and my rosy cheeks wrinkle and my beauty fades?
Will you still love me…When you no longer recognize the sultry sway of my hips?
The sparkle in my eyes goes flat, along with the full pout of my lips?
Will you still love me…When the smile you love is lost, one by one…when all you see when I grin at thee, is my pink, and toothless gums?
Yes, but will you really still love me…When my lovely figure deflates like a balloon? When all my rounded curves dry up, as well as my once fertile womb?
Will you still love me…if my thoughts become lost in time? My once sharp wit grows dull, and disease invades my mind?
Will you still love me…When my youth is gone and time has taken its toll?
For I know I'll still love you,my dear…because I love your soul.
Categories:
dry up, age, beauty, love, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: December 13, 2023
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If the ocean's water
were used as writing ink for pens
to write down our words of praise
the ocean would eventually dry up
before it might be put in writing.
evil will triumph
if the righteous remain silent
Inner defect causes blindness
success depends on action
stand up and do what
you realize is right
raise exertion level
a smidgeon suffices
to allow notions of impetus
you can then sleep well
your pick is akin to lacerations
requires precise timing
curious but uncertain.
blind attrition is pointless.
reach for stars
obtain an aerial view of the world
wave farewell to the land
live easily a prospective granted by
you are misusing beauty
greet the passing clouds.
forsake worries and avert your gaze
fear is a foe you must overcome
soar high and be wise.
Categories:
dry up, appreciation, dream, encouraging, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Even with your eyes closed
I know you can still see me.
So if you were to listen real close,
I know you can still feel
and hear my heart beating.
You can listen with your heart
or even with your ears.
Just know that my words
can calm all your fears,
and dry up every tear.
If you try telling your mind
to push my words away.
Well you can't shut up my words,
but my words will always have something to say .
Categories:
dry up, imagery,
Form:
Narrative
Please Lord, take this worthless lover,
Smite his brain and please do smother;
Afflict his limbs and make him quiver,
Strike his heart and slay his liver.
Take the sign of his zodiac,
Stretch his tongue and make him quack;
Seal his lungs and short his nose,
Cramp his feet and curl his toes.
Plug up his ears, dry up his tears
By all means please short his years
Take his rod and bend it round,
Till the thing cannot be found;
Please Lord, let this service bring,
Rest in peace to Lulu Ding.
Categories:
dry up, funny
Form:
Light Verse
Futility
my heart breathes its last breath
Embraces its own death
Ready to be reborn
and made anew
Can’t live a lie
Refuse to “do”
and I’ll DIE....
Focus now on why I’ll live
And never touch the sky.
I have to forget you
I have to reject you
But I will never love anyone
like I loved you.....
I heard you whisper
and you never knew it
I wiped the tears from your eyes
But you couldn’t feel it
You’re lost and you’ll never find you
And neither will I
And I’m so sorry--
but I’m NOT.
I'll attempt to reset
Try to forget
But you know, I never will.
Be my dirty little secret
My very worst-kept secret
Sweet, smooth, beautiful poison
My infernal and endless attraction
towards complete and utter self-destruction
I fell in love with the devil
And it will take one heck of an angel
To save me from the likes of you....
My addiction
my confusion
my nightmare
my dream never to come true
Oh, I’ll never forget the times
we never shared
I’ll never forget
how you were never there
Always me, the stars, and tears
And I ask you,
what kind of life is THAT?
I have to face the facts
I don’t know what happens now
but it happens without you.
The stains will always be there
the scars will never fade
But the memory of you----
it HAS to.
I could carry the torch forever
But it would only consume me
I can’t cry another tear for you
Or I’ll dry up completely
It doesn’t affect you
and you never deserved me
You’ll go on with your life, too
All, all alone
Because you’ll only ever be in love
with you.
Categories:
dry up, angst, death, dedication, depression,
Form:
Free verse
You start out green and new, as a brand new shoot, nurtured by a ‘Loving Mother Tree,’ and surrounded by lush, growing sibling leaves all
In relative, naive Harmony.
You mature and grow into The Most Beautiful Version of Yourself, peaking a little too early, given the length of your life cycle.
After you’ve served Your Purpose (you were never told what it was), your kindly mother turns on you;
Once she nurtured you, watered you, and warmed you by sunlight.
You were whole and thriving and complete.
Now, She cuts off these vital nutrients.
All of a sudden, you’re given no light, no food, no water.
And no answers about WHY.
Your sibling leaves are going through a similar situation,
So they are of very little use to you.
Frankly, they’re every bit as confused as you.
You slowly starve and dry up until you’re officially “desiccated.”
Then, the Mother Tree drops you.
The winds of change blow you onto a completely random path, forcing you to intermingle with leaves you don’t even know,
Making one last splash as “fall foliage,”
Which you don’t even enjoy because you look so differently than you did in your prime , you barely recognize yourself anymore.
The next thing you know, you’re 5 miles down the road, in a Stranger’s yard (not even a nice one),
Being raked into giant piles and stuffed into suffocating black garbage bags,
Kicked to the curb to ferment a little while, and then
Carted off by some rather grubby-looking men to be burned and cremated.
By that point, you welcome it.
Categories:
dry up, age, change, death, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Peace such peace
by that old pond
of mine,
many years ago
would dream my
cares away,
for hours on end
had my first kiss
while sitting by
that old pond
we made plans
of what would
never be. The
old pond is
dried up, as
my memories
are beginning to
dry up, but
the memory from
that old pond
will linger on
for all ages.
wrote 3-29-11
Categories:
dry up, childhoodold, old,
Form:
Light Verse
Is there a beast so fierce,as to have no pity. To make tears of blood,run from an unborn childs eyes. Must sweet roses die,as they dry up and wither. A portrait of insanity,young children marching off to war. No man is an island,nightmares wake us ever screaming. Thieves come forward,dressed in the guise of politicians. To crush our dreams and hopes,with false promises and lies. Rule number one,is young fools die in useless wars. Like sand in an hour glass,time is trapped forever. Inside one man's pain,is another man's pleasure. Found hiding in the shadows,underneath a killing moon. Bells they do toll,and death stands forever laughing. As the soils of this earth,run forever red with blood. The crimson smell and taste,ever present in your senses. Like lambs in a field,ever moving to the slaughter. Old politicians start wars,yet the young die and suffer. Nowhere to turn and run,when caught within insanity. Brother killing brother,over things they fail to understand. Living in a nightmare,where the beasts are politicians.
Categories:
dry up, political,
Form:
Verse
When tears dry up and laughter is not funny any longer
As duvet feathers grind the weary soul to sunken skin
The parchments dehydrated canvas folds the poet’s path
A cliche strewn among the notion ‘it will make you stronger’
Depicts an empty victory pretends to gather strength and win
The prelude of the past in future remains a lonely aftermath
Gone are the days of jolly frolic of showers gelled and Turkish bath
Of journeys tickling monumental Derwish’s allegoric spin
Despairing anger cannot shed an inner war’s destructive monger
With memories and wreaths of praise and laurel turned into wrath
Then conjoined before and after numbness seems your next of kin
A magic oriental carpet’s washed out fabric evaporates inside her
An ancient pleasure cruise shrouded in silence’s muted fanfare
Sails of plain cloth mystery weather worn in droplet’s silent fall
Its time and place and time-place for scented oriental candles
To rekindle a mosaic of epic proportions a glancing care from scare
From feeling so minutely small and festered no recipe for standing tall
Yet seeds of cinnamon and hope might just reset this hold of strangle
Meditation reclusive pastures enlightenment from darkness’ bangle
Retrieved from imposed prison shackles to praise to heal and call
‘I want to be the muezzin once more sing forcefully in ink and dare’
Climb my minaret resolve cacophony write messages to Self and strangle
All those demons massage my dreams and foresight grab the haul
Then conquer quietly as time proceeds ‘I know I can in solemn prayer’
Categories:
dry up, courage,
Form:
Rhyme
With my heart wide open
I wait for you to appear.
I'm tired of being all alone
as I face another year.
I have a lot of love to give
I've stored up through the years.
Waiting for you to find me
and dry up all these tears.
I know somewhere there has to be
a heart with feelings like mine.
A heart that's crying out for love
the good, old fashioned kind.
Categories:
dry up, loveheart, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
Sometimes a hug is needed
To dry up someone’s tears
Sometimes a hug is needed
To calm a person’s fears
Sometimes a calming touch is needed
From a friend or stranger too
Sometimes the hardest words to hear
Are the ones “I love you”
Sometimes your path gets dark and drear
And your days pass by in no hurry
Nobody is around to comfort you
All is left to do is worry
The best of days can be forgotten
When the tears come falling down
All you can think of is grief of the past
All that will fit is a frown…
Will some one please just give me a hug
And tell me they love me so?
This is one time that sometime is needed
Just hug me and let your love show!?
Categories:
dry up, depression, love, sad, me,
Form:
The Meaning of Love
Sitting on the water the moon dipping in his toes
Water rippling down, towards the sea it goes.
Making love under the moonlit sky so bright
As one together, on one never-to-be forgotten night.
Ripples of water matched by ripples of fear
Trembling together but not even near
Eons apart but matched in one thought
It cannot be stopped, it cannot be fought.
The moon need not be there, the river may dry up
The stars never seen, the wine they did not sup
Together they can be as one without even a touch
In thought and word only, the passion too much.
To fetch the passion to it’s desired end
Words of love and time one needs to spend
To come and reach the final conclusion
Together as one, it is no illusion.
Happiness can be reached though eons apart
Though time and circumstance tug at the heart
To never be alone in word thought or deed
Always to be there, when the other is in need.
© 22/12/2012 ~GG~
Categories:
dry up, love, water, love, moon,
Form:
Quatrain