Best Forcing Out Poems
As soon the night collects your debt
Behind this wretched door now thrust
awaits a homage set afire
As loosened shadows cough the dust
and creaking screams align the mire
Where worry gathers in the mist
along a crooked staircase rise
And nooses hang from rafter’s twist,
while portraits gaze through swollen eyes
Come follow me in staggered weave
down corridors the dead now fear
Ignore the courage to believe
or see what lies so ever near
Beyond this place where volumes rest
of leather bound and brittle page
Await the names ‘neath rotted crest
in line to fall the final stage
To now atone of fevers past
in lusted cries of wallowed reach
From moors the lines of putrid cast
in lessons taught but not to teach
Lo, break this bread of mirrored shard,
slurp your lime serrated drink
To write as if a napkin bard
the desperate pleas that you now think
For last, these days of sorted lanes,
midst walking chains and lockets bore
A weakness in your heart now claims
of times which you have lived before
So stare the darkness you now keep
while forcing out a sad regret
For you shall sow the fear you reap
as soon the night collects your debt
Good night Soupers
And you were expecting a sappy love poem huh??? Muh, ha, ha , ha, ha
Happy Halloween : )
Oh, ok…..
This spooky autumn evening
as stars above do shine
I hold you in the darkness
so glad that you are mine
With shadow echoes calling
on eerie breezes flow
I whisper Happy Halloween,
I truly love you so
Categories:
forcing out, good night, scary,
Form:
Rhyme
Caissa poses brazen firm
watching bishops spread and burn
and in her awe demands a game
for galaxies unnumbered fame,
mesmerized by milky falls
across the fortress Nebula.
Through cosmic peppered crystal stars,
she perpetrates her grasping pawns
forcing out the king’s last play
a queen, the moon, usurps his rays.
But Nebula bemuses chance
of sweaty earth and circumstance,
her systems sprout from treasured strife
and knights patrolling massive life,
nine new rooks of regal birth
proving powers bursting forth.
She names the goddess little pearl
‘I’m waiting for you, fleshy girl,
to challenge complex moves of mine,
our last exchange, until next time.'
Categories:
forcing out, life, nature, science, space,
Form:
Couplet
There is this sudden drive me
that grips me firm and bold
hanging on and forcing out politely
secrets my mind holds.
At first it seemed a small explosion
of thoughts and feelings unexplained
but more I think of its erosion
may come a loss within my brain.
I sleep, I wake, I doze and drift
as the written words begin to fade
with song and rhyme once a gift
relay my feelings on parade.
Each breath I take replaces one before
and the number is uncounted
but the moments rise without keeping score
and thinking persists rebounded.
All words then find their way
contemplating where next to roam
to gain their voice and say
of how the heart finds home.
Sometimes the words are overwhelming
slipping and tugging, directing my hand
as words spring forth compelling
to spread forth upon the shore like grains of sand.
So there you are, a word or two or three or four
my unyielding thoughts on rhyme,
release the hounds of mental war
then rest, unwind, all will again be fine.
Categories:
forcing out, poetry, satire,
Form:
Quatrain
As the night collects your debt
Find this the rotting door now thrust,
creaking screams align the mire
Loosened shadows coughing dust
in a world now set afire
Worry gathers in the mist,
along a crooked staircase rise
Nooses hang from rafter’s twist,
portraits gaze through swollen eyes
Smell the stench of fevers past,
sweat does stream of wallowed reach
Moors in line of wretched cast,
lessons taught but not to teach
Break this bread of mirrored shard,
slurp your lime serrated drink
Write as if a napkin bard,
any thought with which you think
Last, these days of sorted lanes,
walking chains and lockets bore
Weakness in your heart now claims
of a time you lived before
Stare the darkness now you keep,
forcing out a sad regret
You shall sow the fear you reap
as the night collects your debt
Categories:
forcing out, dark, scary,
Form:
Rhyme
Happiness
Searching for happiness in a world of sad,
Makes living life a game for the glad.
For those in the know, true happiness is here,
Around our lives, forcing out all fear,
For the endless searcher, his life may be drained,
True happiness he’s missing, his mind not yet trained.
Search not, young searcher, for it’s only in vain,
Happiness, true happiness, is like April rain.
It showers our lives, rewards us our hopes,
Enlighten our eyes, no longer to grope.
It bathes us in beauty, no more to frown,
True happiness, true happiness, God’s earthen crown!
Categories:
forcing out, happinesslife,
Form:
Rhyme
Compassion Fatigue
Resentment looks a lot like Narcan in a sharp
and feels like it’s forcing out my will.
I grab them both; Naloxone and the tarp,
the outcome undetermined by my skill.
Same guy, same place, same drug; third time today,
his unresponsive body cold to touch.
Compassion has fatigued and crawled away,
when I see something tiny in his clutch;
A crucifix, a cross is glinting gold.
Immediate withdrawal floods through his veins;
I’ve plunged the needle, and I tightly hold;
his bloodied eyes snap alive with pain
despite the death wish of his toxic dope,
a Savior finds him worthy of His hope.
Categories:
forcing out, addiction, faith,
Form:
Sonnet
Her little world shattered
Dollies made of paper
Heart and soul tattered
Feelings turned to vapor
A life now a wreck
Brings innocence lost
With love not a speck
Just hatred the cost
Alone on a sea
Of guilt-laden woe
No longer carefree
It won't let her go
Damaged goods here
Childhood's been taken
Forcing out a numb tear
She just feels forsaken
Categories:
forcing out, childhood, loss
Form:
Rhyme
As he tipped her off with swollen eyes and words to cry. He tells himself a little lie, for she isn’t as fair as I. He hides his face of extreme sly, holding his breathe menacing a bye. For is truly a gentle guy, who digs to deep and fears to cry. Within a space near his heart, a broken place holds him tart. Wanting for a better and hoping for a grand, but bleeding of rains and burning down man.
He wants to give her whispers; he wants to be a man. The breaking of his world not allowing him to stand brings the cracking of his heart turning him to sand. Searching for a vision of a better tomorrow, trying to conceal an ocean of deep sorrow. Forcing out a smile, hiding behind eyes and blinded by such secrets indeed does despise. For he who does demand of passion and security, but realities of bitter sweets won’t surely let him be.
As she glazes past her follow man, she notices a heart not of sorrow but of grand. Looking upon as a witness to a picture incomplete and pouring out a love begging for a weep. Seizing for a halt and bracing as she stands. Find a great truth which is held deep within her hands. Racing toward to guide, bend forth of part, wanting to life but not able to reach the heart. Leading out a meaning, forcing to understand, for what a challenge she sees within this broken man.
I shall show him bliss and release him of his lies, not forbidding borrows but switching out goodbyes. Stand here beside this gentle of creature, exposing all his values and unearthing all the features. As she does to him as well as to herself, leafing out with words which in clear to be dealt.
She spokes of being bind and opening of kind. Asking for forgiveness and lightening up with divine. For my follow self, I am wishing of command and guiding you to salvation of departure of this sorrow in which you stand. Let me be your reason to brighten all your land, allowing some closure and purpose as a man.
Categories:
forcing out, beauty, desire, devotion, fear,
Form:
In a world so far away in time
A field of leaves filled up the space
Casting their shadows, a paradigm
Crowding out all others in their place.
Then a single flower did peek thru
Pushing the leaves out of the way
A touch of light, the seed renewed
One lonely flower here to stay.
Our minds are not unlike the leaves
Kind words as if flowers will bloom
Fill the mind with thoughts they weave
Letting in love and forcing out gloom.
Categories:
forcing out, metaphor, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Though I hanker nothing for that feeling
Of impotence turned inward till,
frustration,
Brewed bowel deep and in bile rises,
choking,
Forcing out from throat a broken croaking.
And still I find I ask.
Why?
Why can't I bring to recollection,
one single, and would be,
precious moment,
though recall - crystal in its clarity
scouring memory's halls -
lays all bare before foul scrutiny,
where I was not in fear of you?
Why?
When, of what exuberant energy
youth is given,
All was spent!
Up and to its smallest measure.
Determination matched only by the aching yearning,
in trying to become like you.
Why, and why again,
Did all sight of me,
welcome just a burning fury?
And blistered spirit,
bruised and battered crumbling will.
Fool I was, and am now still.
Who chose to hide from a world too real.
And after little sighs and practised folding hands,
Slumber slipped slow into coma.
Till Hammer! Hammer!
Three decades later.
Need, with mercy none and armed to teeth,
broke upon my door, sole bent on ending me.
Grievously armed,
those machinations of my own making,
whose only purpose is to crush.
That, the sum of which a perfect craft complete,
matchless in design to bring at last to sleep,
and slake the lifelong bloodlust.
That when, spirit’s bone
stripped bare of flesh,
my Soul,
Then at the end of all forgotten lies,
At last sees my demise.
Categories:
forcing out, anger, bereavement, loss, sorrow,
Form:
Sycophants and liars writ large across the news
Spitting bile and venom at any other views
Never mind the truth, never mind what's right,
Never mind the dying, just ignore the blight
Anything for power never mind how low it goes
Blind to covid corpses laying out in rows,
Charlatans at best, snouts deep in the trough
Oop's, watch out their leader's caught a little cough
Yet still the little piggies wallow in denial,
"It's nothing serious," (forcing out a smile)
Clinging on to power whilst in their dying throes,
The stench of desperation, lingers on their clothes.
Categories:
forcing out, integrity, leadership, political,
Form:
Rhyme
The Leader of the gang
Fought his door with a bang,
From the all –metal forcing out a clang
That his impatience duly sang,
Now smiling and choosing to hang,
Every tooth of his a ready fang…
Then, Dave’s rescuing phone rang
To great risk exposing the gang!
Pitted against a metallic door,
Whose forcible opening isn’t sure
Save with dynamites not in noise poor
Or human strength, completely raw
Would the leader now run for it,first
Or the door still attack a bit?
Categories:
forcing out, adventure, bullying, conflict, corruption,
Form:
Rhyme
Just like that, he started a venture
Intended to salute their culture,
In his speech creating that picture;
The high hopes he did nurture
About its supportive infrastructure
And advertising superstructure…
Then, finance became the torture,
With its photo of an ugly vulture;
Inventor forcing out of his rapture,
The invented threatening with capture…
Any need now to contend that Money Matters,
As a scheme without it shatters.
Categories:
forcing out, business, celebration, devotion, money,
Form:
Rhyme
Here it comes,
April on the wing
squirrels chatter, birds sing,
flowers rise and grow
lilac scented pollen in the windy flow
oh no,
a tickle in my throat and nose,
this is spring, oh what a magical tease
forcing out each reckless cough and repetitive sneeze,
a screech to inertia, breathless explosive compulsion
from the mucosa of nasal integral expulsion,
ah, the wonders and beauty well spread
clogging and congesting brain cells in my aching head
ah choo, gesundheit, God bless,
it's spring bud and bloom at its very best
get me a tissue
for these beautiful and irritating issues,
hope it's an allergy and not the covid-19 flu.
Categories:
forcing out, analogy, seasons, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
Folks watching love affairs like spies,
All the scenes picked: sugared pies.
They capture the whole truth through lies,
Before the end of it truth flies!
But wait: why? Again, I ask 'why?'
The thought wisdom in it Big lie.
We all should Decency Routes ply.
To look one's judge straight in the eye.
Why would an adult risk a pry,
From a sage forcing out a sigh?
To know how it's done by Betty:
To some day dare what is petty?
Not all love affairs the Pretty,
One or two really a pity:
Couples still denied Jesus' stamp,
Who stamp in blind room without lamp;
He is a man worse than a tramp,
Who turns Eves onin Prayer Camp
Still, for prudence alone I cry;
For its sake, spying zero try.
Categories:
forcing out, allusion, evil, jealousy, love,
Form:
Rhyme