Best Fatal Poems
Time ticks away as a new dawn strokes your splitting heart,
with your mood swings re-writing my emphatic poetical art.
Although the fear of your demons may grip my soul
I am now immune to all the personalities you can't control.
I am lost without the warmth of your crystalline eyes,
so let your tears implode upon me under turbulent skies.
I've seen crimson and aquamarine ambers outside your tinted mists,
without boundaries or limitations, I'm one who always persists.
As I recognize the repetitive push and pull for the fearful,
you've so impulsively strained against us with forces so powerful.
I never knew there would be something sweet about a fatal kiss,
but the moment I laid my eyes upon your soul's tender bliss,
I knew no, amount of pressure could keep us apart.
despite my mind, always on an endless loop to restart,
I'll never stop trying to be by your side,
despite the havoc I will understand you tried.
There have been times you've named my trust an unfaithful land,
yet in times of turmoil you've never forgotten the future we planned.
Let me mould those wheels into emerald wrecking balls,
so we can tentatively tarnish all the forgotten falls,
as you swim from the flashbacks and triggers of satanic seas,
my arms shall always be right in-front, just as you need them to be.
Remember you'll regret loving me without maturity;
You’Il insanely struggle with immense insecurity,
because I will not let your imagination push me to insanity.
My spirit will guide me even when you feel disorientated,
as the keyholder to my chains, with you I feel liberated.
I'll constantly remind you of this forevermore,
When your fears overtake you like an irrational war.
FATAL ATTRACTION
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His lucent light illumines her eyes
His face outshines the sun
His ethereal beauty unveils the skies
Her vibrant vision swiftly succumbs
Her silenced tongue, his intimate touch
His intangible hands sliding/slithering
Spiraling down with a gentle glide
Her body cold and shivering
His fiery eyes ignite a flame
Her attention he gains as she stares
Their lips entwine, his blissful rapture
Devours her heart from cares
Encapsulated, she can't escape
He clutches her in his arms
Her safe haven, her wedded love
His pearl preserved from harm
Her beating heart, a decelerate speed
Her aperture devoid of breath
His succulent waters drown her tongue
Compelling her closer to death
Solitary seclusion, her world in diffusion
Subverts her mind, subtracts her understanding
He gains her trust, thrusting utter confusion
Rest assuring her of a safe landing
She drowns herself to ceaseless sleep
In his grasp from detouring distractions
At her beauteous site, he rejoices and weeps
Absorbed in her FATAL ATTRACTION
I'm so doggone ugly,
I look like a faded roach;
If I were a pile of roadkill,
The buzzards wouldn't approach!
Oh sweet mirror on the wall,
Why stab me in the back?
You tell me that I'm beautiful,
Then fall to the floor and crack!
I went to a local photographer,
Here's something you won't believe,
He took one look at this ugly mug,
And paid me just to leave!
I can't go to the chicken coop,
To gather a single egg;
Those hens won't let me enter,
Unless I grovel and beg!
I never committed a crime,
Though my picture's on the wall;
Ugliness is a criminal act,
It's certainly against the law!
A cop pulled me over,
I asked what I did wrong;
He took one look at this sourpuss,
And said..."Nuthin', please go home!"
When I walk by flower beds,
The petals begin to wilt;
Every time I play pinball,
The game automatically tilts!
I married an ugly woman,
Someone uglier than me;
We bought ourselves an ugly dog,
Now we're as happy as can be!
Tina’s Fatal Attraction
With kid gloves Tina loved to play
When hubby was working away
She got a surprising fright
When he came home early one night
Instead of a fight
Off went the lights
Grabbing her lover’s clothes from the floor
While hubby was unlocking their apartment door
Lover boy was shoved to the window by his rump
With a bump and a shove pointing out she told him to jump
B-u- t w- h- y not hide you live on the thirteenth floor was his cry
Don’t get superstitious on me now, jump was her reply
By: Eve Roper COLLABORATION WITH SONNY ROPER 3/29/2016
Inspired by Jan Allison's"Tina's"poem
When Dad died, I wrote a poem to read,
a tribute to the love he bestowed.
Tears fell as, at jet speed,
I scribed emotions that overflowed.
Before the funeral I showed it to you,
hoping you would allow me to share.
“Amateurish,” you said and I didn’t pursue.
For rhyme and meter, you didn’t care.
Just three months later I’d compiled a book;
a publisher said she was impressed.
How I loved that expression, that look
you gave me when with it was published.
*For Michael’s “I’m More Than What You Thought” contest
by Carolyn Devonshire
Was your touch or was it not so fatal,
For I have often heard of endless lies.
Reverence, care, and love for my cradle
Have never lain within what I despise.
Was it in spite of my mere reluctance,
So mere was it, or definitely clear
That you imposed upon my innocence,
And expected me not to shed a tear?
I detest the mistiness of the night
You held my hand, promised a better way,
A fog that then kept blurring my sight,
Whether at night or during gleaming day.
I shortly glanced and found beauty, so *****,
That I realized beauty can ride fear.
Jessica J. H.
13th of march 07
perfectly-placed pleats
admirable rear
other interests
wandering eyes hurt
understandably
potential problems
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written 3/26/2021
(Inspired by Picture #3)
For "Tableau 2" Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Composed using PS "Syllable Counter"
Again! I come to you,
thou, I said I never would;
but! Here I am again,
in the middle of the night,
your slave.
How many times,
have I walked away;
turned my back on you,
then found I couldn’t
sleep a wink, for all I did
was lie-awake, and think of you?
And even when I could sleep,
every dream, - I dreamed, was you.
It would appear,
I am addicted to you.
What is this hold you have on me,
that will not set me free;
that claims my every waking,
and sleeping thought, and dream?
There are times I love you more
than life itself, when you carry me away
from the downside of reality;
and I become the real me.
But, there are times, when I hate you;
like now, when I need to sleep,
but you keep calling me, knowing
I can’t resist.
So, here I am again,
in the middle of the night,
in the kitchen - with you - my destiny
as once again, I write.
Written: April 25, 2011 -
This Free Verse was inspired by: another sleepless night
Author: Elane Cecelia George, of Canada
He rose
She watched
He paused
She gazed
He twitched
She sighed
He packed
She froze
He waited
She turned
He glanced
She shivered
He moved
She whispered
He paced
She sobbed
He freaked
She called
He frowned
She pleaded
He kissed
She wept
He turned
She knew
He left
A muscular aerial acrobat
Young Mandy avoided nets, just like that
Going netless has its perks
Only if your balance works
You could say hubris made Mandy go splat
*for Natalie’s “Die a Fun Death” contest
11/20/2011 (Hubris is excessive pride or arrogance)
Obedience is vital
Join the front-line fray
Conscription is essential
Answer the war call
Warships want mêlée
Obedience is vital
Apathy is fatal
Battle breaks in the bay
Conscription is essential
Be the hero and stand tall
Join us today, go without delay
Obedience is vital
Get your SLR and fight
Help secure the water-way
Your conscription is essential
Taliban snipers will see you fall
Their aim is sharp and won't stray
Obedience is vital
Your conscription is essential
If I could, I'd be a Gila Monster,
a desert lizard, living under rocks.
For then, I'd know nothing of winter snows,
and my greatest fear would be soaring hawks.
A venomous reptile with pink patterns,
no one would want to play around with me.
And I could be as sluggish as I want,
I'd be in no hurry to hide or flee.
I would dine out upon birds and their eggs
infrequently, ten times a year, or less.
And I'd climb prickly cacti to their nests,
it's what I do; I'm not out to impress.
You needn't worry; my bite's not fatal,
although it can leave you feeling quite sick.
So, if you're thinking of messing with me,
you'd better use thick gloves or a long stick.
(Quatrain)
5/4/2018
Flower Child
fields of hemp flowers
smokey green horizon clouds~
luscious femme fatale
She smiles at two beautiful white doves
Prompting her to pray to above
Wondering will she ever find love
Her heart continues to ache
Pain so deep, she just can not take
The doves fly into the sky
Thinking she must be the reason why
Alone she is getting ready to say her final goodbye
Clouds creeping in… She begins to walk towards the lowering sun
Dreaming of that day she thought she met the perfect one
A young girl once ambitious and fun
Her heart ripped into two
Wishing for a simple fix, yet there is no strong enough glue
Still walking towards the sun
Ignoring what is about to come
A pain far too much to take
She chose to make that fatal mistake
She knows everyone who is in his cellphone
contact lists.
She knows where he goes to hang out
with friends on Thursdays
and Saturdays.
She hates seeing any female friends around
him, except for his family.
She "falls sick" whenever he plans
to visit his parents.
Sometimes she forces herself on him,
and tears his shirts with her nails,
if he refuses to make love to her -
if he does, he gets bites on his shoulders,
and scratches on his back.
There is a gun hidden in her purse;
if he decides to leave her one day,
she plans to shoot him,
then shoot herself.
"If I love you, I can kill you,"
she always warned him,
since the first time they met
in a Chinese restaurant.
Her seductive voice made him lustful,
rather than heeding her warning to stay away from her.....
Date: 2/2/2016