Best Dumfounded Poems
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It was a lovely spring day.
The sun greeted me with a smile.
I heard the sound of rat-a-tat-tat.
Sounds coming from the roof.
I gazed out the large window.
There sat a red-bellied woodpecker.
Dressed for destruction in his red hard hat.
Sporting a checkered black and white overcoat.
This crazed little bird,
sat on a metal vent pipe.
He looked at me and winked.
He proceeds to drill.
He stopped, rather dumfounded.
He shook his head, looking confused and dazed.
He danced to the right side.
Like a mad man, he continued his craze.
I watched this bird for hours.
determined not to give up on his quest.
Finally, the woodpecker flew off, comely retreating.
He lands on an oak tree in final defeat.
4/2/2022
A Brain Strand Standard Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~ 1st ~
Categories:
dumfounded, 1st grade, bird, cute,
Form:
Free verse
I woke up today
I am sure I did
Or have I?
I slowly unwrapped myself from my bed
Groggy and yawning
I was off to write the constitution
Should I failed in this endeavor
I shall hope to have enough gasses left
For a poem or two
About who knows what?
Countries are waiting for their constitutions
Ladies are waiting
Or are they?
I slowly unwrap words from my mind
Will they fall into poems?
Or some legal document to make men go blind
The Greeks are cheering me off in the corner
Applause filters down into my quiet silent room
Coffee filters are brewing up my days work
I remove a pink lace bra floating on my head
Best not Dali on my salvation now, lest I close the door
Humbly, as who else could I possibly be?
I look into the mirror
I stare dumfounded
For I am not there at all
I see something of a miracle staring back at me
I see you
Loveable, fuggable you
The mirror shatters
Out jumps the lips
That kiss my bleeding face
I see clearly now
The emancipation of loves embrace
Strangulation of illusions lost face
The shards of glass lay all around my feet
I stare down enthralled and dumbfounded
For each shard of glass
Is a reflection of you
Each reflection a moment in time
I grasp the cleavage of such wondrous visions
To fondle the true meaning of beauty
Is to drink from the chalice of wisdom
My contemplations blowing in the wind
I smile at the magical mirror
As I smell the sweet scent of breakfast
From heavens kitchen
One very special angel I am sure
Missing her pink lace bra
Bloody cut feet running forth
Into the magical mirror
Categories:
dumfounded, heart, introspection, mirror,
Form:
Light Verse
Famous Last Line
ORIGINAL POEM
(Loveliness ---Acrostic)
L~etting out a gasp, the young man stared at the pretty face.
O~pening the curtains, he noticed a
V~evil covering the beautiful
E~nearing visage of a young
L~ady who sat upon purple velvet cushions.
I~nite resting was the decor of the patterned interior of
N~eedlework with gold and purple threads.
E~nursing that the horses were well fastened, the footman
S~lid some cushioned steps before the carriage doors;
S~o that this adorable lady may step down. How gorgeous she looked!
NEW POEM
Famous Last Line:
"So that this adorable lady may step down. How gorgeous she looked"!
(Romanticism)
An adorable lady stepping down from the carriage,
How gorgeously stunning she looked!
Mesmerized and in awe, dumfounded and tongue-tied,
The young man stood as though in a trance.
As is the custom of the 1300s, it was "proper" for
This lady to wear a veil over her beautiful face.
Sid, the love-afflicted well clad gent,
Was determine in becoming the lady's beau.
The Footman having gone for a stroll,
And exquisite stores being opened to peruse,
The lady shopped to her heart's content;
Thus leaving Miss Antasia to carry her parcels.
Seizing the opportunity, the elegant gent
Gallantly stepped forward and offered to help.
Eying him under long lashes, esh curtesied as he bowed;
And allowed him to take the parcels out of her hand.
The carriage doors now locked gave Sid the chance,
To woo this sweet lady in becoming his bride.
What a romance was this tetetet, listening to words,
As Sid leaned against the carriage ardently serenating this maid.
He learnt her name, where she lived and how important her family was.
She in turn found out he was a banker and owned almost half of the towne.
Soon the families were merged, and formed a lasting business bond for all.
These were the days of Romanticism, the American way of yesteryear.
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Famous Last Line - Poetry Contest
Poem Title: Famous Last Line.
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Contest Deadline:
3/26/2016 at 12:00:00 AM
Instruction: "Please include your original entry, followed by your new entry."
Categories:
dumfounded, america, beauty, emotions, romantic,
Form:
Romanticism
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder...that's what I told her...but she didn't believe
Used to ugliness and cold crime scenes
Like a bad dream...smelling roses while gettin tangled up in thorns
Pain of death...pain of being born
Wet,cold,and wartorn
There is no bottom to her her bottomless hole
She's a quick deadly queen with a synthetic soul
She smiles like the sun and hides her furious frown
I roll a little closer and I know I'm going down
This chaos clown needs his frustration fix
With the spirit of a scarecrow...she's made of straw and sticks
Like a demigod diva with razor sharp claws
I can't forget her naughty number...I'm forced to make that call
I climb to her throne then I fall in defeat
Kicked hard in the face...still I can't retreat
Dazed and dumfounded now I question it all
Casting pearls to a sexy swine with a synthetic soul
Her crown of cruelty...it deludes and it deceives
The jewels they sparkle brighter than black nights lost out at sea
She says "YOU'RE FREE"...but I know I'm still a captive
I'm getting distracted as her detours make straight ways crooked
Virgins,vixons,harlots,hookers
With supernatural x-ray vision now I'm a looker
I can see through confusion
I can see through storms
I can see through the heart of the honey with the synthetic soul
Categories:
dumfounded, lost love
Form:
Rhyme
“Seventy-four is about apology,” said Ferdy.
“Well apology and memory.
If you have literary pretensions, it's about
apology and narrative.”
Ferdy's class sat there dumfounded.
This was a little different from the usual class.
“The only question left is
how much apology is needed? when can one let up?”
Categories:
dumfounded, age, art, student,
Form:
Free verse
The joy that used to lit your face,
has now been erased.
Your face now shadowed.
hollowed.
Plastered with disdain
I knew you before you knew yourself.
I got pulled in by your light,
Now i stare at this reflection before me,
dread tugs at my heart,
At the sudden realization,
You are not you any more
The exuberance you one exerted,
defeated by the harsh trials of life.
That has now twisted you into a devoid man.
Leaving me staring dumfounded.
Into a strangers eyes
Categories:
dumfounded, fear, humanity, identity, life,
Form:
Free verse
Stumblin' through the haze
In a dumfounded daze
In a muddled malaise
Like a mouse in a maze
Broke and blase
Stuck in my ways
My libido won't blaze
My mojo betrays
Got a glaze in my gaze
Got nuthin' to praise
Hope it's only a phase
Or just one of those days...
Categories:
dumfounded, angst, funny,
Form:
Monorhyme
I had by no means celebrated Christmas in the past with such love
Until thy lord presented thee to me on Christmas Eve
In strings of joy it descends towards me as I Clive
Long before was I told of this day in my live
Be no haste for sure, you I shall love
In your sure way I will crave
My Christmas
Tree
Thou art epitomizes the accurate definition of happiness
A nectar of abundant bliss for the monarch in me yet to surface
A monarch yet to be awoken by the fragrance from thy enchanting smile
My Christmas gift, my first Christmas celebration
Thou hath brought upon me the true significance to live itself
And established me upright in the right course of my actual motive to celebrate
My twilight star from amongst the galaxy of my long and ever waited prayer beads
The light from my twilight Christmas star illuminates my spiritual being to glory
And driven away my ever melancholiest period of loneliness
My Christmas gift, my first Christmas celebration
Merry Christmas to thee, thou heavenly believer, she whispered
Those words pierced through my core values of love and belongingness
Casting a spell of fiasco at the miasma that dangled menacingly above my Christmas Ev
For in my entire existence had I ever listen to such words through my tympanic membrane
Those words left me dumfounded as I hunt for the root to my firm grounds
For my entire live they did continued to hunt my memory
Merry Christmas to thee, thou heavenly believer.
Categories:
dumfounded, beauty, christmas, happiness, passion,
Form:
Free verse
From Psalm 91:05
No terror by night nor arrow by day...
Shall destroy me, divide me, or lead me astray
The devil gets played as prophets get paid
Rebellion and rage turn into love, law, and order
Another demon gets murdered
Another hellion gets lost in the haze
No terror by night nor arrow by day
No terror by night nor arrow by day...
Shall pierce through the armor as giants get slain
Slashed and stashed are those mad maniacs in the mudermaze
Deranged are those dumfounded dummies slowly being drained
Riders get derailed from those runaway trains
Presenting big problems for those prophets of pain
No terror by night nor arrow by day
No terror by night nor arrow by day...
Shall confuse me, confound me, or crumble my cage
On crooked paths or narrow roads
His story gets told...
To the rich and to the poor
To the young and to the old
Bold as a lion with His bravery
End to the evil...that sad soul slavery
Shackles of sin they all shatter and break
No terror by night nor arrow by day
Categories:
dumfounded, bible, creation, god,
Form:
Blank verse
Son of the devil I am
Am I, I a psychologically
Misunderstood individuality
Emitting my soul in the caress of hypochondriasis
Believing in the many illness of fame
Belligerently dumfounded to using a needle point frame
On the oasis of my flesh
To depict-ate past failures, un-relieved stress and to provoke
An aggressiveness determination
Not blinded by greed, and to be astronomically true to me
Me the son of a devil
Categories:
dumfounded, life,
Form:
Free verse
Googled and Bamboozled
When she saw my eyes they both were googled
Causing her to be dumfounded and bamboozled
And then ended up becoming completely baffled
When off all my entire brains had been raffled.
How big of a hint do you ever have to receive?
Before belligerent mind soon starts to believe
After all the drums by many were drumming
Conclusion arrived at was Indians are coming.
Those are really the Cleveland ones that is
More prejudice baseball won't ever miss
Instead what looked like lions in a den
Turned out to be a Washington Redskin.
What to should emblems be the equivalent
And on all team uniforms is officially meant
That they sew on and put on proper display
A reference to Indian no way Jose' today.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
dumfounded, allegory, analogy, prejudice,
Form:
Couplet
Like some grinning mad ghost scratching at the side door of your senses
Begging to come inside to bring you wrath and wickedness
Bringing cold where it's warm
Bringing scariness where it's safe and secure
Bringing scattered shouts where it's silent and serene
Sociosarcastic...an all star symphony
Wind outside your window...whispering your name
Spotlights upon your hiding spots...in shadows now you scream
You conquer and connive...now you run away and hide
Paranoia is your prize
Like that feeling of being followed by something savage and so silent
Invisible are the invaders that slowly make your mind turn violent
Faintly you can hear the violins...they play upon your virtues and your vice
Muscle bound a monstrous man now minimized to mice
Dropped the dice one too many times...now time comes to a stop
The clock is a creep that's laughing louder
Madness minutes make you mutter
In the gutter with your gold
In the sewer with your silver
Your mindless moans of misery get mocked by dancing mimes
Dropped just like a dime
Paranoia is your prize
Like waking from a nasty nightmare just to discover you're in another
The litter of your lunacy leaves you running from the devil
Down on Lucifers level you earned your wages in evil
There is no way out from confusions soul cage
Once an eagle now a vulture
Filthy rich and ruthless down in retarded sub cultures
Empty are your eyes as you stare at a muddy mirror
Cracked and convoluted
Now twisting in your terror
Last brain cell is cooking fast like bubbles in a boiling pot
Above the surface of your many sins...now you'll never rise
Dumfounded in the darkness
Paranoia is your prize
Categories:
dumfounded, death, depression,
Form:
Blank verse
CLIPPED NOT CUT
bed of nails
clipped not cut
lie scattered
brittle rough
dumfounded words
scrawled slam shut
desecrated lies
marginalized
hawk scoops down
fallflawed brain
grabbing claws
mental drain
an empty line
clipped not cut
and dry
© Kim van Breda—2 December 2015
Categories:
dumfounded, metaphor,
Form:
As a delivery driver, I had a right to that space.
I calmly requested him to allow me to park.
I had time sensitive deliveries, but he said, “No!”
It was a loading zone designed for people like myself.
But it was Christmas, and parks were very difficult to find.
I was rather dumfounded until I remembered the season.
I think that he was dumfounded with what I next said to him.
In a pleasant tone, I said, “Come on man, it’s Christmas!”
He sat up in his vehicle and drove away.
I cannot remember a more pleasant memory.
12072016 cj PS Contest, My Fondest Memory,
Frank Herrera
Categories:
dumfounded, christian, christmas, memory,
Form:
Couplet
Logical Meets Illogical
Are we
ever happy
inside,really,
or dumfounded
under hopes.
Always, questions
elude serious
investigations, bewilders
ordinary, acknowledged
understanding.
Alarming solutions,
explanations to
intricate queries,
obviously will
unsettle.
Antonyms come,
enthralling, philosophical
in nature
once realized,
unforgettable.
Suzanne Delaney
Vow / Con Challenge
Categories:
dumfounded, confusion, life, philosophy, write,
Form:
Free verse