Best Evict Poems
Good,
God’s presence in Man
For safeguarding the divine plan
Of harmonious collaboration and coexistence
Which, regrettably, people evict
Replacing it with vicious
Evil!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 September 2015
Categories:
evict, evil, god, world,
Form:
Diamante
It grips you like a dying man
On his last breath with regret to reveal
It weighs you down like cement
Tied to your legs before entering the water
It drives you crazy like the second hand
Running in circles on the clock
Fear is debilitating like a missing leg
Preventing you from standing up for yourself
A war forever waged across the battlefield of life
Each victory prepares you for the next fight
Each defeat sends you running in retreat
Fear is a guest not welcome in your home
Do not let it past the threshold
Fear is a tenant not paying rent
Evict it before it tears your building down
We all have within us the tools to succeed
Use strength as your hammer
Confidence as your nails
Constructing your salvation
Building your freedom
Once completed, maintain it you must
For fear has no place
In your brave new world
Categories:
evict, fear, metaphor, simile,
Form:
Free verse
The French sail
To the Riviera
From the metis
To Canada
They became Acadians
And settled in Port Royale
Their lives were famine and conquest
But that didn’t hurt morale
The British were closing in
To evict the Acadians from the land
But they stood strong, and refused to yield
The British took control, and so began the great upheaval
Heed the wind
that rocks the sea
That carries the Acadians
No one be free
It’s a cold moon
an old man looks upon
The only home he ever knew
And now his world is gone
His wife had died in labor
He had to start again
He found another wife
Had two children while his first bred was a man
They travel on the Duke William
The sickness takes many down
He feels the sickness coming in
Before his life be drowned
The ship moored off Canso
After the violet sank
Duke William would follow in Tow
His old life returns to the age
His son lives on
To move to Cajun’s wood
For the Acadian spirit carries on
To the future of his brood
Categories:
evict, adventure, culture, discrimination, history,
Form:
Ballad
With its bite or baud or bit
It takes thick my stomach strict
When the mouse is there clicked
Then my brain is hard constrict
And my thoughts are in conflict
With my hair rough or slicked
I feel as a lousy kicked
By a mangy cat then licked
And my will completely nicked
Was by case so subtly tricked
That I am like a drug addict
Even though I am afflict
As deserving to be convict
In a way I can’t depict
Neither I can rapidly evict
Nor I want it be hand-picked
Insofar I can predict
That no penalty is inflicted
To this slapstic informa-tìc!
Categories:
evict, assonance, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
Malicious, plotting squirrel,
sends its angry rain.
Oh, the liberties it takes,
with my precious fruit trees.
A pear slams into my head;
my temple, burning blue.
Rising lump of blue,
from vicious squirrel;
swelling on my head
from his violent pear-rain.
Standing beneath the pear tree,
I do a double-take.
Squirrel always takes;
gives nothing; leaving me so blue.
Into the top of my pear tree,
moved the squirrel;
flinging his pear-rain,
hard upon my head.
The growing lump, smarts on my head.
Whatever it takes,
I’ll end this horror rain;
I’ll make squirrel
so very, very blue.
I will dine on pears from my own trees!
They are my trees!
Stop hitting my head.
How dare you, squirrel!
You must not take
all and beat me black and blue,
with your violent pear-rain.
Your angry, rabid rain,
Of pears from my tree,
built a gigantic lump of blue,
upon my tender head.
I’ll do whatever it takes
to evict you, Mr. squirrel!
No more, pelting pear rain; beneath sky of blue.
You’ll leave my trees, whatever it takes!
No more glaring lumps, upon my head;
your notice, has been served, Mr. Squirrel.
Categories:
evict, animal, nature, poems, poetry,
Form:
Sestina
Punxsutawney Phil Speaks
A life of Riley, I wallow,
While at the fairground my fans are all gung-ho
Why should I bother to come out of my hollow?
They’re all out there waiting and watching for the verdict
I have the right to object, but they might evict
I am so excited they all wait for me to show now
My gorgeous bod and to take a bow,
For my stunning warm furry rodent performance
And all my noisy whistles, shrills, and sometimes my happy grunts
Should I keep wallowing in my hollow?
Or let them suffer by seeing my strikingly attractive shadow
And let them think they have six more weeks of winter or bring
Them at ease and be kind and do my duty and let them have spring
Or be the star of the day and be honored
To parade me around raise over their shoulders while cheered and be bantered
My fans dance, rise, analyze, and criticize
With the blinding display of light exploding in from of my eyes
I come out to make my debut, but a shadow I saw and with shrieks
Ran back in my hollow to wallow another six weeks
1/16/2015
Sponsor: John Lawless
Contest: Punxsutawney Phil Speaks
Categories:
evict, celebration, weather,
Form:
Rhyme
Deeply inspired by a piano cover for a song called “With a thousand
words to say but one”…the heart never, ever forgets. Wrote this in 6 minutes,
the length of the song itself...
6 minutes, granted
Permission from my agnostic lord,
To shed you from these reinforced tonsils
To undo God’s whisper of 2008,
I would
To undo all my darkened hours,
I would
I taste the bastion of clouded whispers
Relinquishing greener pastures
4 minutes remaining
…
I still miss you.
The yesterday
Of you
But, today,
I grab exponential smile
With serenity plated exhales,
That you’re gone
I picture how irregular my heartbeat
Would become
If you whispered carnivorous greetings upon
These unfiltered eyelids
60 seconds
…
As the landlord of my domain,
I evict you
Still leaving a window cracked
Similar to my 3rd eye
Forever dreaming
For the yesterday of you
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
evict, life, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
I didn’t scoff the grub;
for pleasure and sanit I scrub.
To doff trite piece of food
is my calling from the wood
When man meets assorted meat,
I grieve for the chewing treat.
I’m man’s aurora friend.
Like the Ultimate man, to the very end
I search for decayed morsel particle;
to restore man’s fresh breath is my hustle.
Cast me away and man’s teeth will hide;
his tongue won’t glide – that’s my pride.
I’m his quotidian servant-master
adorned with creamy butter
to evict stinking gums from vocal isle.
Never weary, I renew his oral smile.
Categories:
evict, funny,
Form:
Lyric
I'm Mephistopheles, you, my Faust
I'm to your mind what a fluorescent bulb is...
To a fly. I take perverse pleasure
In trapping you in my undertow
I'm a tireless tease that will break your will
I live in your mind, rent-free. I'm tough to evict
I'm your friend with bad intentions
Always up to mean mischief
I show no mercy to my victims, and I have...
No remorse. I couldn't care less whether
You're a person of virtue or vice
I couldn't care less about your age...
Your race; your religious or political affiliation
Once I've seized plenary control of you
My sole aim is to destroy you, and take your soul
I'm that enticing demon that tempts you...
Minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day
Refusing to let you sleep or take a vacation
Wean me off at your peril
My name is addiction
Date written and posted: 05/30/2019
Categories:
evict, addiction, drug, metaphor, write,
Form:
Personification
Thoughts of you perforate my normality.
Insidiously creeping in and ‘squatting'in my heart.
You are a sitting tenant in my house of reason,
yet my heart cannot evict you, for you have become
the focus of my emotion - and I love you.
Thoughts of you occupy my fantasy:
constraints of responsibility lifted and living the dream.
No need to think of others or what ‘ought' to be,
just you and me laughing, living, loving.
or riding on a stallion wild and free.
In our normal life, the one of social expectation –
where there are rules to keep and duties to perform –
we spin in opposite wheels of existence, rarely touching:
moments often wasted, afraid of what to say.
Yet sometimes there are glimpses,a mutual acknowledgement;
a lingering look, a tentative touch, an innuendo,
toe dipping in the water of possibility;
testing the temperature in case one day
we dare to dive in and swim in the
illusionary sea of our reverie.
Yet, in reality or fantasy, one thing rings true;
one golden thread; one commonality;
whether in my dreams or in my waking: whether
riding on a stallion or performing the dressage of normality,
when I look into you eyes I know I love you,
……………and I feel you love me too.
Categories:
evict, confusion, love, love, me,
Form:
Free verse
Graffiti Graveyard is/was a place in Duluth where street artists would spray paint their murals. It was in an interesting location, underneath a highway. The homeless of duluth would sleep here, an upwards of 20 plus tents could be seen at night. It was an eyesore (that was also out of sight) for some Duluthians and they demanded the homeless sleep somewhere else. None of these Duluthians have even seen graffiti graveyard or know it's location.
Underneath a bridge
a community lives.
Homeless, hopeless,
society can't forgive.
What we see; unkempt, unstable community.
What they see; togetherness, and gain of unity.
Bodies rest in battered tents
the Highway Manor's up for rent
the city folk will all lament
over where their tax is spent.
"They live under our highway?
That's down right crazy!
Evict all of them,
I don't care if they hate me."
Says the tax-paying, upstanding lady
she only loves her neighbor
if they drive a Mercedes.
"Graffiti Graveyard is a sin!"
No, it's a place where art lives
and the exiled enjoy the presence of home
that the art gives.
Tags left their mark
underneath and unseen.
The city demands an exodus,
and wipes their hands clean.
Categories:
evict, art, places, , memorial,
Form:
Rhyme
Goodnight to our Rome with all your garrisons
and your streets that have become
as loveless as empty barracks.
For you I will never weep.
After all,
your Senators
Who made the deals
To keep the last
Last
And the first bored
and lost in ennui,
govern the burning ruins
of the human city which evicted the cobbler
and used the electorate as a weapon
With unforgiving recoil
Which guarantees
that
the bottom will stay at the bottom
and dance to the music of the
midnight carousel.
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Now that the middleman has been cast
To the prairie grass
With his own middle cut away
His fate was decided over lunch
The legal apparatus has fallen from its hinge
Leaving only the greatest felony
Unnamed.
And who are our neighbors
When we’re sentenced to the
Four year winter hotel?
Will they be the nameless ghosts
Evicted from their bodies by those
Who are afforded the right to escape the tombs
With kept wives in cheap furs
And Upper eastside penthouses.
And in all those apartments
All the beautiful people
Wash down oxycodone with fine wine
While bitching about the junkie below.
“Send the cops to clean up the drug
Problem,” they cry.
“All addictions should come with a ‘scrip.”
It takes a truly trained country
with few alternatives
to put a knife to its own throat
or hand it over
to an orange buffoon
with a poor hair cut
in a loveless room.
He always
lines up his bets
on what con will turn the American heart
into just another dead
theater
where it was all the show of shows.
And when the decision is made
The worst one is chosen.
The decision has certainly been made.
For what other country
Choses a landlord so crooked
All self-respecting cons
Walk past him
Never stopping at all
For fear he will pick their pockets clean
For he is the biggest con of all,
Who now has to do a sometimes honest man’s job.
Those he loved the least
Ignored all the papers
Who for once
Didn’t celebrate
The game of chance
But cried out
With the urgency of a siren
During an air raid
to pick the other.
While he spoke as one of the mob
His heart was that of a landlord
Looking to evict
All his useful idiots
From their lots.
For now he can expect nothing in the end
But to stand on the stairs
Or escalator
When all your Senators approach
smiling
with drawn knives.
“Et tu Sessions?”
Categories:
evict, anger, angst, anxiety, change,
Form:
Free verse
When growing up, we had our seats
Around the dining table.
We knew where everyone belonged –
We didn’t need a label.
Within the car, the rules applied;
The window seat was mine.
The youngest got the middle seat –
He’d dare not try to whine.
As an adult, I’m still the same –
I like the seat I’ve picked;
In classrooms, lunchrooms, or the car –
Usurpers I evict.
Some people just don’t understand.
They think I’m dictatorial,
When really, it’s within my genes
To be quite territorial.
We all have quirks, and one of mine
Is choosing where I sit.
It’s juvenile and just a tad
Obnoxious, I admit.
But since it means a lot to me
Most people seem to yield,
Perhaps enjoying someone else’s
Craziness revealed!
Categories:
evict, childhood, introspection, people, people,
Form:
Rhyme
SHAKESPEARE
SUMMON the deity of love to become visible
HEAR the cry…of a man’s lost soul!
ASCEND and occupy the throne of my wishes
KEEP all the stars together to fulfill my dreams
EVICT the forces of loneliness and heartache
SUPPRESS the strength of sorrow and grief
PERNICIOUS intentions must be cancelled
EVEN our self-serving and selfish motives must be deleted
ACQUIRE all the divine power inside your wholeness
REAP all the feelings of a good harvest
EXTRACT the juice of a good heart and pureness
“let our heart and soul be nourished!”
Categories:
evict, faith, life, romance, heart,
Form:
Acrostic
Old boozed Willy was hostile and not ready to lose;
a dirty face, a glowing nose...
only a firefighter's water hose
could have put out the heat he had gotten from the booze!
All the boys of Tumbleweed scampered like chased mice
as they saw his bulgy belly hanging from his trousers...
ah, his bad breath had the stench of a piggy;
they yelled angrily, " Go to another town, fatty! "
What was on his hot, red tongue?
The smell of Johnny Walker's whiskey?
They always saw him leaping like a frog...
when he finally got up, he looked so scary!
Who crossed Willy...driving him to drink that poison?
He cussed everyone getting a bit closer to his whiskey,
never did he mess with a chubby, bickering mommy,
who came running,...brandishing a long, black baton!
One noon there was a large rally by his door
to evict him from his bungalow...what was the reaction of Willy?
He brought out a case of expensive whiskey,
and offered them lots of drinks...they drank and felt mellow!
So they kept on drinking the hard liquor...
until it hurt their full, burping beer-bellies,
but one of them quite sober hollered with a stuttering voice,
" Get Willy, he stole all the whiskey from the Happy Hour Bar!
Old boozed Willy was hostile and not ready to lose;
a dirty face, a glowing nose...
only a firefighter's water hose
could have put out the heat he had gotten from the booze!
My comment:
It wasn't fair to chase after Old Willy after
they drank his whiskey, even 'though they found out
it was stolen. They weren't a bit thankful or compassionate,
but drinking it without asking him how he got it,
made them his partners in crime!
Categories:
evict, children, funny, people, sad,
Form:
Rhyme