Best Elephant In The Room Poems
The big headlines cause sensation,
Media’s chosen information.
Manipulative, they entomb
the big elephant in the room.
Stress is put on the suggestive
keeping tongue and the mind active.
They sweep aside with furtive broom
the big elephant in the room.
Gain is high on the agenda
grabbing votes in referenda.
They hide, on purpose, I presume
the big elephant in the room.
Many topics are selective;
they are made to look attractive.
Who dares to tickle with a plume
the big elephant in the room?
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A Kyrielle is a French form of rhyming poetry written in quatrains, each containing a repeating line at the end of each stanza. Each line within the poem consists of eight syllables. There is no limit to the amount of stanzas a Kyrielle may have, but three is considered the accepted minimum. Some popular rhyming schemes for a Kyrielle are: aabB, ccbB, ddbB, with B being the repeated line, or abaB, cbcB, dbdB.
This form is a pleasure to use because of its rhyming scheme and the strong pivotal line on which the whole poem rotates.
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Premiere Contest No. 13
Sponsor: Skat A (2016)
Contest: Poetry Writing #1
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed 1st
15th December 2015
A lack of oxygen, a stifled room
A pregnant pause, apparent gloom
Bitter sighs and angry growls
Upon her face "It's not my fault"
His wrinkled brow, "I'm not to blame!"
Past mistakes that hover now
Where pride as tough as elephant skin
Clinch the eyes where tears begin
While those who made a lover's pledge
Now teeter on the razor's edge
Behind closed doors heads shake about
And raging voices mutely shout
Mountains, molehills, vent and spout
Fingers point inside the fist
No one recalls what led to this
Closed minds, resolved, and won't untwist
Raising questions one by one
Old ghosts that dangle, freely spun
A hopeless scene, what's left to gain?
No matter what,....they'll show no shame
What massive figure profoundly looms
as large as elephants in a room?
3 polished oak fans,
Swirling in robotic unison
High maintenance socialites,
Sipping on Merlot fallacies
Lemon yellow coated walls,
Flat,
Like their smiles
Comparisons of dangling Porsche & Bentley keys
A glorified day care center,
Pacifiers included
The muted virtuosos speak softly in hymn dialects.
Courtesy laughter in snob’s octave
Their heads twitching side to side,
Left to right to left
An equilibrium facing assault charges against self
They slow dance to cello dreams
And E minor dividends
Two-step monotone, sway
Against platinum lacquer foundations
…
But, it was then.
These same socialites,
Made of recycled candle wax
And rubberized, hedge-fund confidence,
Began to stare longingly at the party host’s 70 inch plasma TV
Proudly imported from China
“Attention uptight snobs of Mecca!
The city zoo has imploded!
The monkeys revolted!
The zebras were tired of being racially profiled!
Run for your LIV…!”
(SMASH!)
And before the reporter’s frightened inner child could finish’s his clause,
An elephant crashes into the decadent room
Filled with Crisp linen scents of Febreze & judgmental fear
It stares at the socialites,
Laughing heartedly as it playfully stomps away into constellation’s onyx night
As tears waterfall from the snobs’ sobbing eye sockets
As if they just listened to another Celine Dion song
The real newsflash
Metaphors played hooky today
©Drake J. Eszes
Depression is killing more than ever, yet remains the largest elephant in the room
Mental health has a stigma attached to it
People are scared to get help for their mental illness and wounds
Cause people judge and laugh at it
Bipolar, depression, bulimia, schizophrenia
Just a few topics constantly missed by media
They prefer to post about celebrities and such nonsense
People go missing daily, cause depression takes them hostage
You'll call someone lazy, but depression leaves them with no energy to get out of bed
Anxiety making a person constantly panic and regret things they said
There's a female being called fat, and a dad that's beating his daughter
But you'll call the girl weak and stupid for having an eating disorder
I'm sick of seeing mental health and self harm be dismissed on the internet
How is self-harm any different from smoking a cigarette?
People get addicted, it relieves stress and takes the pain away
Not everyone deals with their pain in the same way
Wearing long sleeves to hide their scars yet you call them an attention seeker
Or "if you really wanted to die you'd cut deeper"
Just some things I've heard in my time
This isn't a poem, this is more than words that rhyme
Don't give up on someone who's struggling with a mental illness
Be patient and understanding, there isn't a quick way to heal it
Imagine being controlled by an illness and blaming yourself for it
If people judged less, maybe people with mental health issues would be more confident to get help for it
I know some of these lines don't go together
And I should have spent more time to make it flow better
But this is deeper than rhyming words, I'm here to share a message
I just hope the world is prepared to accept it
Believe no word I say;
Just watch what I do.
No matter how I try
I can't hide it from you.
Ashamed of every bite,
I starve in your eyes.
But when you turn around
I choke on french fries.
I can't hide from the world
That pure ecstasy I feel when in my mouth I cram
A cream puff, a box of cereal, a gallon of ice cream, a tray of brownies...
I break!
My heart aches.
If I had the guts
I'd eat only my scrambled brains
And drink nothing but my curdled blood.
But I'm a coward
So to numb the pain
I devour my self-esteem,
Cover my eyes,
And avoid mirrors.
The larger I become
The less of me you see.
I blend into the room;
I become the couch.
Maybe this is what I hoped for,
But I don't know for sure.
I'm the elephant in the room--
I would leave this hell
But I don't fit through the door.
it was a dark november day
the clouds hanging ominous
time seeming to stand still
the sun long gone astray
in a dark most somber mood
we headed toward memorial hill
feeling quiet lost in deep in thought
facing our mortality each in solitude
one of so many funeral processions
more than we could have forgot
deported somehow somewhere away
friends and families unanswered questions
a grey hush falling over us
as we prefer not to make a fuss
politely refusing to discuss
that we all have a ticket on that bus
”We slowly drove he knew no haste” - Emily Dickinson
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on February 15, 2020 for contest LINES TO AWAKEN YOUR MUSE sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 3RD
I wake up in the morning, eat my bran and germ,
You know I'm pretty hungry, since I'm a pachyderm.
I have to write a poem, will hold the pencil with my trunk,
Better read up on style, courtesy of White and Strunk.
The poem, it must be just right, not too long nor brusque,
Yes that's right - you got it - then something about a tusk.
I may be big as writers go, but I'm smaller than a whale,
Away, pesky illiterate fly, I'll swish you with my tale.
Such a perfect morning, with tea so hot and sweet,
My poem will be playful, my prose light on its feet.
I've just one sheet of paper, but no worries, mate, no fears,
I'll pick up my trusty ink pen, and write upon my ears.
The elephant is in the room,
In fact the entire house,
But nobody really addresses its presence,
Or the damage it represents.
It’s not clearly seen,
Like a ghost wondering about,
The feelings may be present,
But nobody seems to drag it out.
When will this elephant leave,
Or is it permanently there to stay,
Like a bad nightmare,
That never goes away.
Is it even possible,
To send the elephant on it’s way,
To make room in this home,
For another person to stay.
Or will this always be,
The elephant's circus tent,
Where its memory lives alone,
With no room for another to roam.
There should be such joy in this home,
Yet sadness seems to lurks about,
Creating this dark cloud,
That prevents the sun from fully coming out.
How does one permanently banish the elephant,
So it’s negative presence does not return,
To allow the space for love to grow,
And the sun to fully glow.
The elephant must be hunted down,
One must stand up to it and show strength,
That the elephant might know its time is done,
And turn tail and run.
So now it’s time to face that elephant,
And all that it entails,
To send it on it’s way,
So that the sun will shine brighter,
Each and every day.
His steps are heavy
Yet he is invisible
The panic sets in
Take him for a walk
Leave him some where safe and sound
To find his own way
The grey, dreary, day
Sputtering and spurting now
Big crocodile tears
Can't see past the end of your nose reach out and feel, maybe a snake or a rope at least you be out of yourself and who knows touching things you may even find hope
She may be petite
or large...not the point;
Moms are Republicans;
she may have small feet...
or large – either way,
hurt their children
and they step heavy –
Democrats to-rue-the
day, they turned from
the peoples' good to
pay-to-play – the ultimate
maleficence. The Devil's
acolytes....
have you ever heard a song
that all you can do is cry along
as the sadness of the sound
overwhelms...
not even really sure it's true
did it do to you what it intended to
rounding up
the elephant in the room
with a voice that cut's the diamonds edge
as what was said needed to be said
screaming what most of us whisper
3:39 with no time left
if he misses her then so do i
memories that seldom die
still some things to laugh about
dig deep enough and you will find that out
never once did i catch her name
even if i did nothing much would change
how we go out no one gets to choose
the elephant in the room
i've heard this song a dozen times
why this time did it make me cry
guess this time it brought along
some friends of mine long gone
after all after all of this
whose to say how long we have
and with what we have what will we do
with the elephant in the room
This poem refers to the song "Elephant" by Jason Isbell,
A song that often brings tears....
It also follows along to the tune.
To my right, to my left,
the elephant in the room,
locking eyes, straight ahead,
doom...
doom...
doom.
A thousand spirits proclaimed it,
another dimensional shift,
verifiable frequency sustains it,
ascension at its best.
Even the best are trembling,
wondering of mankind's worth,
since they've been judged unworthy,
of the blessed planet of their birth.
They say modern man will decay,
that life will never be the same,
struggling with fear of what lies ahead,
such low frequency...
so many dead.
What I know, All I know,
is that God is Love
in complete perfection,
So I shall hold to him,
the source of all protection.
The elephant in the room went out for a drive,
creating a scene in the scenic coastal town.
Large as a barge, roaming the hills and the valleys.
It was a bumpy road, mammoth and metastatic.
It was like letting the bees out of the honey hive.
Oh what the historic and stately place was shown.
Not normally seen, the victim from the alleys.
Causing accidents - it was briefly traumatic.
The elephant’s ride was towed and does now sit
out of sight. For his hide and tusk, it was quite a blow.
The elephant in the room, it was his last shot.
The affluent paid attention - for a time, it was quite dramatic.
By droves, as tanker-ton came through, they came out to see
the gray and stormy, with trunks and tusks, migrating.
His travails and luggage, his need for snacks, a barge -
the elephant in the room, they’d not allow a visit.
10/20/2022
end rhymes first two verses (drive, hive)
verse 3 rhymes with first words in verse 2 (sit, it)
with one exception.
verse 4 rhymes with first words in verse 1 (see, the)
By: rontwigger
Never make believe that you do not see
That monstrous elephant in the room.
So you would be cleared in your doom,
Spread the sick beans of someone you'd never be.
Fuel not the system of, for and by the few
For you know it triggers so much pangs,
Pangs that are the offshoots of their angst
Would never ever be in your court I knew.
Keep calm in your fight against the enormous one
To be the epic victor of the world's history.
By not embracing the attitude of mercury,
You've subdued your foolish fears 'til the end's done.
Now, it's high time to take the elephant out.
In Hades where Lethean waters abound.
And have him drink until oblivion is found
While garbing his ivory tusk and trunked snout.