Best Faints Poems
The world was silent as they died
The victims of a genocide
Armenian blood considered cheap
Dehumanized, their wounds cut deep
Starvation in a desert land
A naked, bleeding, hopeless band
The relocation just a ruse
A Death March of rampant abuse
Few decades later, Hitler said,
“Forgotten are Armenian dead.
Perhaps I too can do the same,
for who remembers them by name?
I’ll kill the Jews, yes, every one!
The world can’t stop me till I’m done!”
Another genocide took place
For Jews, no favor, mercy, grace.
These horrors haunt humanity
But who can stop insanity?
Now Jews are on the killing side
They claim it’s not a genocide
Poor Gaza has no wailing wall
the bomb blasts made the strongest fall,
and wailing’s heard on ravaged streets
where children lie in bloodied sheets
From rubble rises stifled cries
a mother dies with open eyes
her arms still clutching baby tight
while blasts light up the Gazan night.
A father faints beside the grave
of children whom he could not save
And those who manage to survive
Must fight for food to stay alive
Though Israel forgot its past,
the truth of what they’ve done will last.
The word they use? Retaliate!
The proper word? Annihilate!
Get rid of every single one
The work of vengeance must be done
A freedom fighter? Terrorist?
The slaughtered ones can’t answer this.
Instead of useless rhetoric
Protect the dying, wounded, sick
Wake up and stop this savagery
Please do it for humanity!
No matter what my choice of word,
I grieve for those who died, unheard
I groan with shame for what I see
The death of human dignity
To you who did not raise you voice,
Who claimed you really had no choice,
one day the genocide will be
of loved ones in your family
Before you go down to the grave
Cry out for someone’s help to save
But silence will reverberate
For lesson learned was learned too late
When your life bleeds out on the ground
The world will watch without a sound.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
faints, corruption, death,
Form:
Rhyme
With this napkin as my canvas
A word picture I paint
While he drowns out his sorrows
Until he finally faints
The best works he weaves
Are when unconsciously drunk
While sober and thinking
He writes only junk
While he flirts with the barmaid
Thinking about the sword in his pants
The sword in his right hand
On this napkin words plant
When he wakes with this poem
Stuck to the side of his head
He’ll read it and conclude
He’s the genius instead
Instead of getting credit
For these words that I write
It would be more correct to say written
By Jack Daniels last night
So why are the words
Not slurred or mistyped
Because while the lush was all trashed
His pen was alright
So barmaid pour another
For this bum who holds me
And let’s pray he uses his other hand
When he has to go pee
Categories:
faints, on writing and words,
Form:
Rhyme
Old year faints away
New, dawns on the horizon,
Destiny dances!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 December 2015
*Happy New Year!
May your dreams come true!
Categories:
faints, hope, men, new year,
Form:
Haiku
LXXVIII
Why hides the sun his face as in defeat?
The day is done and this ninth hour had come
As sorrows flood with tears that grace his feet
That faints the eye of such a tempest calm
Then stillness breaks the hanging Victor shouts
Man’s worst is done yet still may perish not
For God his best hath done that leaves no doubt
Unblemished lamb in whom there is no spot
The grievous cross by which he suffered death
He welcomed with his open arms so wide
Forgave our sins, forever to forget
And rent the veil that set a great divide
The finished sacrifice my gap did breach
What glorious grace is this by which I’m reached!
Categories:
faints, death, forgiveness, god, good
Form:
Sonnet
~ Silly Lines~
My main line muse ran away on this sunny this day –
My confuser got confused - rhythms upside down -
My pen went dry – rhymes on strike -
Thesaurus got away.
Searched for foot lines on the face of a blue lined moon
Then looked around for yards and yards of a water line;
Ran a tag line at the park breaking through the line
While my hash line ran away with a silver spoon.
Drank some tasty lime punch line – my giggles burped -
Found a copper penny lost, sitting on the red A-line -
Crossed a plot line - story screamed - angry zip line
Couldn’t find the frayed drag line – I got usurped!
Went to a bar almost bought all the current date lines
Hollow words of neck lines – what a bunch of air lines;
Took the bus – had to duck – bruising my head line
Tripped then fell - almost drown in the deep stream line.
Gained some weight – oh, oh, no – belt line now a little snug;
A little late –find myself running behind the time line;
Invitation RSVP - dancing in the party line;
Sporting polka-dots - a new inclined spot line - I shrug.
I see police come to arrest some crooked lines
Riding on the bee line with a honey of a ticket;
A standing line almost faints sweating in the sun
Doubts rise up - questions sneer - reservations of fine lines.
My muse returned from her day, fainted on the spot,
Had to duck while choruses of lines ran run-amuck;
Told me all of this was just plain asinine
Not too late to get it straight - back into line tatter tot.
Fragile words shattered when dropping a line!
1-6-23
Contest: Poetry Marathon Mile 24
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Categories:
faints, fun, poetry, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
I fall as shadows steep, and very heavy
the outer world of waning stars do sparkle.
My lids grab hold of death though I am breathing.
The darkness still - my fullness faints, releases
a distant sprite - it holds me fast to bedding…
Categories:
faints, dream, sleep,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
No matter how much you make yourself believe,
That you have a baby,
That your drawing for somebody is more than someone else's life,
That your visions on the other side of the earth
Are a reality for somebody,
That you are at least furthermore than what you create,
That sometimes eyes closed you hear a baby crying,
Who had been deprived of a chance by you to be born,
Because you grew up And now lock yourself up like a monk,
In your own city,
In your own home,
In your own book,
In tour own self.
You seek happiness and find tranquillity,
you long for meat and you drink milk,
you want honey and drink sugarless coffee,
You want to have a wife
And you draw the face of a weeping woman.
Who wants sex,
But faints at the sight of blood,
she cuts nails on her fingers,
Trembles and wears a diaper for the first time.
During an excess of endorphins, When the heart tries to calm down
And the hands are still trembling
She pours the wild berry tea for herself
And waters the flower in the pot.
She picks up the phone and calls him,
In whose memory she was created,
That is you who read these words,
You, who imagined every word - in action,
You who made a short film in yourself
And you, who have the illusion
about the thing Which is not written in this poem ...
When your life scattered like sand in the air,
Or when there is rain instead of romance,
It hardens and toughens your being like wet cement,
And then it gets cold and you have no firewood,
To warm your hands,
A hat and long hair cover your ears,
Come and I will kiss you on the frozen nose.
An hour passes, followed by a day, a week, a second, and a third ...
And I see
Whatever I write
And no matter what you draw,
And no matter what she sings
And he ...
If you feel that you are not a soul to somebody,
Then you realize it was worth dreamier husband,
which immortalized you on the canvas
And so your past life had little meaning!
Categories:
faints, angel, baby, freedom, girl,
Form:
Free verse
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How lovely is Your tabernacle, O Lord of host! My soul longs, yes, even faints for
The courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God *
Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where
She may lay her young----even Your alters, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God.
Blessed are those who dwell in Your house; they will still be praising You. Selah ~
Blessed is the one whose strength is in You, whose heart is set on pilgrimage.
As they pass through the Valley of Baca, they make it a spring; the rain also
Covers it with pools. They go from strength to strength; each one appears before
God in Zion. O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer; give ear, O God of Jacob! Selah *
O God, behold our shield, and look upon the face of Your anointed. For a day
In Your courts is better than a thousand. I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of
My God, then to dwell in the tents of wickedness. For the Lord God is a sun and shield
The Lord will give grace and glory; no good thing will He withhold from those
Who walk uprightly. O Lord of hosts, blessed are they whom trust in You *
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....“Psalm 84 * `O My Soul`” ~
Categories:
faints, hope, life, love, god,
Form:
FIGURES OF MY LOVE
No one recognises when love begins
But we know when it ends
A flower cannot blossom without a sunshine
And men cannot live without love
So in the nouns of my heart I love you
Through the verb of my love I cherish you
But the adverb of my love will multiply audibly
In the adjective of my wisdown I beautify you amicably
Prepositioned the thought of my heart for good
In the conjuction between love and hatred
Through the pronoun of two beings
We will fly higher so that they exclaimed
What love is to those in the dark side
On that day of our love, beautiful virgins will faints
On seeing the colourful love English we've made.
Categories:
faints, africa, age, art,
Form:
Blank verse
I was attracted to her troubles, her artful exits,
her love was terrible, she hurt me in all the right ways,
hides behind the tall tree of my inspiration
whistling like a playful truth easy to please & difficult to release,
says goodbye kindly & curiously as a dream departing under duress,
just when you thought she'd tell you the password to Heaven
she would scamper away as shewolf suspicious of where she lay
or prowling on the scent of prey,
I fell in love with how she fought mistrust and 'bad odds'
teaching me that patience often rests on hurtful wisdom,
but when this woman chooses to gallop into the gallery of my growth
wild and willfully, I quickly comprehend a true friend,
promises and time need not be bartered for
since emotions and experience are the blessings of our bond,
as my Poet Girl grows stronger, sings louder, strides prouder
I ponder happily that the only timepiece the Cosmos holds
is the connection of beating hearts, the affection of unjudging reception,
and now, above the melee of my routine I see her blazing towards me again
not falling near, rather raising me to that innocent & infallible trail
where tears become diamonds & frigidity faints in the arms of faith,
her love is no longer so terrible, more so terrific as temptation,
however, she continues to sharpen her blade on the bone of my breastplate,
and I resist not the mercy of her dangerous kiss -
J.A.B.
Categories:
faints, beautiful,
Form:
Ode
She dreams of mansions; apartments he rents.
She’d love a Corvette; he drives a Chevette.
She stays in hotels while he sleeps in tents.
She’s been to Europe; he’s never gone yet.
He works as butcher; she faints seeing blood.
He goes for beer, while she adores champagne.
He’s earth; she’s water. You’d think they’d make mud.
But they make passion again and again!
June 20, 2021
for Jack Webster's 'Workshop: Adjectives Deleted' Contest
Categories:
faints, people,
Form:
Rhyme
To live without the fear of falling sleep
and love enough to chase the night away,
eyes drift across the darkness where she lay
befriending dancing shadows as she weeps.
Awake another night beneath dim stars
once bright enough to shine through flesh and bone.
The sky like death’s tomb buries her alone
not long enough to reach the light afar.
Then golden auras lift to burden breath
with shallow gasps, she faints into sunrise.
Alone again, no soul to hear her cries
or feel her pounding heart before her death.
And who will come to rescue her from sleep
if nightmares wrestle dreams as stillness comes?
No faith or love, her lonely heart succumbs
to bitterness that flows from oceans deep.
Her beauty had once glowed behind her eyes
and softened all the edges of her face.
Not long ago, she charmed from star’s embrace.
Now, she, the temptress, falls from timeless skies.
The glories of the past are hardened earth
and stars burn out then cease to light the sky.
Fated to fear the dark and surely die
alone, she mourns her youth of selfish worth.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 12/12/14
for Giorgio's Iambic Verse - Sketch a Fictitious Character -
(Top Gun Poetry) - Poetry Contest
*form - Iambic Pentameter
Categories:
faints, allegory, loneliness, night, vanity,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
They took no hostages, and told no lies
Politics and power like attitudes
Gets sour by the hour.
The Sadist will wear many hats
Briber of those who cower
Who bows to pseudo facts?
It takes clear minds to fend off evil
Some folks seem astute
Yet they're far from civil
Collective power...
That reigns supreme
Resurface fresh and clean, for
The forgotten District of Dangriga
That never faints nor sleep
It's mighty spirit sweeps
Across seas, and surfaces in voices
Steep as pure diamond
Voices free of fraudulent colors.
*
Categories:
faints, change,
Form:
Light Verse
met a dame
On a maine
Waltz through my lane
Pretty as fine clay
Molded for a potter
To cherish
So as not to perish
An honourable damsel
.....My intuiton
Precedes me...
leap of faith
To sustain fate
should I hail her
...Retorting....
thinking.....
Summoned the courage
To take the chilvarous step...
My confidence faints
Like a tainted glass
Seeing her everyday
Brings calm to my storm
Aloof I stand
Watching events unfold
...Thinking.....
I have eternity to work up to
her
Divulging my deepest thoughts
How wrong was I....
Like a thief in the night
Eternity was stolen from me
Procrastination steals the time
Leaving me....fathoming what
could have been
If odds had been defiled
Taken the giant stride
To defy all odds....
Hence I spent four years
Appreciating her from afar
Without waltzing toward her
What could have been....
Is what I ask....
Eternity can't answer that
Cause its so far away
What could have been....
An hello could have solved the
mystery
...Road not taken
Opportunity missed...
Hence the voice
That sounded like *the bird
sings*
Is the memory I hold on too...
What could have been....
Can never be known
Cause fate stole it all
Living just a memory
To reminisce over.....
Categories:
faints, adventure
Form:
Blank verse
THE DIE IS CAST
“I See,” said a blind man to his deaf Spouse, emphatically
I hear the S-rhetoric She replied Sarcastically
The symptoms and signs of Stagnation
The Syndrome of intermittent Systems and Structures
Signing and later whining or wining
Structural adjustment and subsidies
The insatiable appetite for Sausages and Swine
Speculation and Smart Partnerships Scenarios
Synergies, Song of Science, Strategies, Solutions all Send Shivers down my Spine
Stock exchange and Streamlining just Sentimental
What with Solo driving, Sole proprietorship of Strings of businesses
As the faith of the Servicemen wavers, the Sales are reportedly Staggering
A Slump they call it but there’s Something Sinister
Swing into action to Subjugate these Saboteurs?
My Spirit faints But rejoice oh my Soul
Share the Spoil of the Wicked, Shillings and Swiss Francs or $ollars
If they call this Scathing, what is Stealing?
Smelling, a Stench!
Servant leaders, Surge forward to foil this Sunlight melancholy
For a calm Sea never made a good Swimmer
Study the Science of the Soil and the oil
When funds are Squandered
Guillotine the Small witty cashiers, the sardines
A Sacrifice of sorts, Scape goating and Summary Sentencing
“Where are the big bully Signatories, the Sharks”, a Senior Citizen asks?
Scot free, in Singapore in another Symposium
And who will Sub-due the enemy? Where are the species of valour, women of virtue?
Behold the Son of David, Save us!
Saviour, open your eyes and See, take our Prayer Seriously
With You on our Side we can Salvage the Situation and Scale walls
Categories:
faints, allegory, prayer,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry