Best Fruitless Poems
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Categories:
fruitless, food, nature, seasons
Form:
Shape
(TW Infertility)
My body is built to bear children.
I must stop comparing my body to those
of women who are simply built....
differently than I am.
My stretch marks are an atlas of the
paths I've walked. From adolescence to
womanhood, I have a story. My body
tells, my story.
I'm coming to accept that I will simply
never be that small, and it is not
something to be shameful about.
I'm coming to accept this with little
anecdotes, such as, my body is built to
bear children.
But I still have days, where I feel like I am...
too much.
On those days, I try to make myself smaller on my couch;
but only end up making myself larger
with each handful I shovel to the pit,
in the bottom of my stomach.
What can I use to console myself
when my disappointment in my looks is
all consuming.
So much so that the doubtful light
at the end of the tunnel is more tempting
than the sun.
And what happens...where does my
anecdote go when, the children never come?
When my gynecologist finds similes in words such as 'barren' or 'empty'
My body-was, built to bear children.
Categories:
fruitless, body,
Form:
Free verse
Our lamb has finally flashed his mane.
Crashing through the Bush
into the Armageddon plane.
Tail twitching slashing fangs.
He's going to liberate a people shrouded in our blood.
Clean up those weapons of mass destruction.
Make an oasis out of glass oasis theology.
That open palm has turned into a fist...on a dime...on a dollar.
Over the top of a barrel of sweet crude oil.
To prove you're not a ***** like those tea partiers think you are.
You're the lion president, feeding our enemies.
While our children go hungry.
It's been a hot summer,
did you know our schools don't have air conditioning.
but I'm getting off topic....
Fruitless war
your biggest blunder...to date
leaky intelligence
trigger finger
eagle eyed bombs
charring children
lamb to lion
on a dime
on a dollar.
Over the soul of a barrel of bittersweet crude...
Now I'm probably Censored for speaking against your wishes.
I could give a *hit.
Let the truth clear your opaque transparencies...
The pinkies are laughing hysterically.
Tea anybody?
Categories:
fruitless, war,
Form:
Free verse
In college I frequently pulled all nighters
And showed up for morning tests somewhat less brighter
With caffeine and pizza I struggled to stay awake
And was always prepared for exams to take
To excel on the curve, you had to be a fighter
For twelve hours straight, I crammed names and dates in my head
History consumed me and I never went to bed
Memorization proved a successful technique
But my brain grew weary and my eyesight was weak
I always entered the classroom feeling half dead
But never did I experience more dismay
Than I felt when I walked into a class one May
To find I was the only student in the room
Within there was quite a sense of impending doom
The test, you see, had been scheduled for the next day
*Limerick series for Paula's "The Light Is On, But Nobody's Home" challenge
Categories:
fruitless, angst, funny
Form:
Limerick
Right before my eyes
it has begun to wither.
The trust is rotten.
Categories:
fruitless, change, trust,
Form:
Haiku
In winter
Fruitless labor of wind
No leaves to blow off.
Categories:
fruitless, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Loyalty brings even the fortified few to falter somnambulantly in succession
As if tranced to commit, their convictions are true yet skewed
The blind emotional outburst of bigotry and cynicism conveyed
Is but a microcosm of what pain these individuals likely feel
Something of an atrocity to be used and told when to kneel
Although the accused has seen duress they gladly contride the thoughts of madness itself
I feel that you deny me reproof yet I will not pity that which cannot choose
As sad as it seems to me I see I've held on to honesty gleaning
Were supposedly a friend you said having talks breaking bread
But now that I see that your truth is my lie I know time will determine the test that was cheated
The sad part I'll say and to my dismay is that there wasn't discussion, just conceded
Hope it's enjoyed, misconception eroded have the seat that keeps you yearning and teeted....
Categories:
fruitless, allusion, analogy, change, cousin,
Form:
Free verse
Stars adrift on wicked laughter
dance amidst these April nights.
Fragile, pristine alabaster
stars adrift on wicked laughter.
Tumbling, twirling falling faster
asterisms cool and white.
Stars adrift on wicked laughter
dance amidst these April nights.
Buds bow down to frozen masters
claiming spring as if their right.
What becomes of fruits hereafter
buds bow down to frozen masters?
Timid petals face disaster,
tumbling dead from Winter blight
Buds bow down to frozen masters
claiming spring as if their right.
Just how long can Jack Frost factor
bleaching Springtime from my sight?
Bitter cold still claims the pastures,
just how long can Jack Frost factor?
What can thrive 'neath icy plasters,
viscous tombs, cocooned delight?
Just how long can Jack Frost factor
bleaching Springtime from my sight?
Categories:
fruitless, nature, seasons, spring, april,
Form:
Triolet
retched, a stomach twisting curdle
sour, the bile that rises from malcontent
tearful, yet, tears are futile, a waste of water
understanding seems never to come or come too late
all one can do is suck it up and try to love again
Categories:
fruitless, conflict, confusion, sad,
Form:
ABC
It lies below under linen, feathers, cotton, springs.
Not seen upon it's sow.
A tiny pea without the sun to grow wild and free.
A slight discomfort gnaws away yet timing plays a role each day.
Finally the fruit bursts forth! with quiet whimpers, wears a frown of sorts.
The tiny speck is seen as thriving tree, it's branches reach far past reality
And tear away the margin of the page in which our vision of our world is caged.
Bending down I lift the pea and gaze at dried up skin
Tiny wrinkles create a viral path leading in.
But age is only culprit to be found
I bend again, relinquish my crown
The spoils are but few yet enjoy my hard learned apology and deep humility.
If only pea had been revealed before the mind of others made it old.
Categories:
fruitless, allegory, devotion, forgiveness, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form:
Free verse
"FRUITLESS DEVOTION"
until she leaves her mother,
she can't love me.
until she leaves her brother,
she can't love me.
until she leaves her sister,
she can't love me.
until she leaves her friend,
she can't love me.
until she leaves the need for depraved sex,
she can't love me.
until she leaves the need for attention,
she can't love me.
until she leaves her games,
lies and malevolence,
she can't love me.
until she knows that her destructive
self-indulgence is murderous,
she can't love me.
until she knows that love between two is
stronger than hate,
she can't love me.
until she stops thinking of all the things
she doesn't want to do,
she can't love me.
until she stops thinking of all the things
she doesn't want to be,
she can't love me.
until she stops being selfish,
she can't love me.
until she realizes I've made the choice to raise
her children,
she can't love me.
until she decides to appreciate me for staying in
her corner,
she can't love me.
until she knows that I saved her from herself,
she can't love me.
until she no longer needs her playground,
her audience
and her blind vengeance towards an innocent man,
she can't love me.
until her roots are pure,
our tree of love will be fruitless.
and
until she can love me for loving only her,
she will never be able to love me at all.
By: Chicano Eddie
9-23-2016
Categories:
fruitless, absence, addiction, anger, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
My breath was the first to go
Stolen by the thieves that have attempted to steal so many others'
The thieves that have tempted the honor of the most noble defenders
Stolen from me with no preparation and accompanied by immediate deprivation
As a white daisy deprives the soil from which it thrives.
After, my body
It seems to simply elope into the grasp of the invaders
My shell and comfort, with security in tow
How willing it surrendered itself to the worthy crusaders
As an addict, unwilling to deny itself.
Not even my mind could escape the pillagers
Unknowingly becoming entangled in the traps
Gone without a fight
It had become engulfed in a net set by self betrayal
As a wondering Salesman, lost in familiar streets.
The most surprising, my heart
I glanced to see that I was still maintaining
And the pump had ceased
No longer kicking, lifeless, hopeless
Unwilling to lose the battle, it had forfeited the war
Stopped before the assailants laid weapons upon it
My heart, with pride, refused to be taken
As a captain, down with his ship.
Alas, it was the prize that was sought
Others, casualties.
How am I upright?
The adrenaline from the assault leaves me lurking
Once the rubble is left to fodder and the Kingdom reduced to ruins
I crumble
My last thought: Was the skirmish worth denying them their prize
Now two parties
Crippled and fruitless.
Categories:
fruitless, bereavement, body, deep, heart,
Form:
Free verse
My pen was once filled
with all the possibilities
of seed,
enlightenment,
even therapeutic denial
but now it's though she's wordless
from all those verses
malady sucked from her bones
when marrow was too thin
and hope was a loveless man
who left via the white horse
My theory is:
heart truly believed
poems were the wings to soul's freedom,
but I suppose it was only a metaphor
and poetry
never really grows it's own skeleton
or feathers
or can even soar for that matter
(yet somehow, it flew away from me)
Categories:
fruitless, introspection, life, on writing
Form:
Free verse
~ Though reeling ~
~ amid the hour ~
~ of my dolor, I ~
~ still could not ~
~ concur with ~
~ those who ~
~ say "Passion ~
~~ is all together ~~
~ fruitless", because ~
~ mindful of this I know ~
~~~ the acrimonious of ~~~
~~ heartalways become the ~~
~ marionette of their abhorrence, ~
and incertitude, as do the passionate
in their yielding to this certain way of
blamelessness and overt position of
~~~~~~~~ promise. ~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So I say if it were not for Grace
time would furthermore offend,
but for sheer delight the days
each one run on to the next
while illustrious visions of
the divine they fill each
moment, when I begin
to look for the lowly
reflection of loves
tender purveyance.
Furthering my resolve ...
and shoring up moreover this
truth, advancing he conscious
desire of Gods encouragement
for me, existent in the way of
this ever wholesome movement
and time of my transcendence
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~ As its validity moves me in my ~
weary soul deeper and deeper ...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~ within. ~~~~~~~~~
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Categories:
fruitless, inspirational
Form:
Prose Poetry
Lock up tight
Don't dare relent
They'll take delight
To see you bent
Paint your face
Dry your tears
Show only grace
To all your peers
Mask your scars
Distort their view
Don't move these bars
They shelter you
If someone sees
Your blood is red
You'll become a disease
On a viral thread
Trace your steps
Leave a trail
A tainted rep
Won't bond or bail
If you drink
Do so alone
Otherwise you'll sink
Sticks and stones
Your mouth will open
The vomit leaks
Once you've spoken
No need to speak
If you abide
You'll save some face
Confident stride
A fruitless race
Categories:
fruitless, irony, life,
Form:
Rhyme