Best Gaslight Poems
Gaslight me, baby.
I don't want to hear the truth. Tell me you love me. Say you need me. Promise you'll never leave me. Convince me you think I hung, not just the moon, but the sun and stars as well. Delude me into believing that for you the sex was mind-blowing, that I was enough. Lie to me, sweetheart. Force me to accept that your wedding vows were not meaningless utterances, but absolute truths.
And girl, while you're at it, assure me that the world is at peace. That war, hatred, prejudice and poverty are no more. Sell me on a revisionist historian's view that Hitler was a leper messiah, that six millions Jews did not perish after all, that Nazism is just another benign, political ideology. Hook me on the notion that all the children of the world have full bellies, that homelessness has been eradicated, and that all people on planet earth love one another unconditionally.
Brainwash me into embracing the cliche that love is not a lie and that forever still exists. Make a believer out of me by holding me in your arms so tight that I gasp for air. Sway my mind and heart into accepting that our meeting was not by mere chance, but serendipity. Persuade me. Induce me. Deceive me. But whatever you do, my love, don't dare tell me the truth. Please, I beg, don't ever let me hear you say again,
I'm
leaving
you
Let me live the lie another day. I can bear the delusion, if permitted the illusion.
Gaslight me, baby.
Categories:
gaslight, lost love,
Form:
Prose Poetry
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Categories:
gaslight, life, nature, space
Form:
Haiku
Contempt carves her soul
He wants her pain to sustain
His pleasure is cruel
Categories:
gaslight, abuse, hurt, psychological, relationship,
Form:
Haiku
My tongue became an ashtray for your venom.
Categories:
gaslight, abuse, depression, feelings, sad,
Form:
Verse
Gaslight
Back in the 19th century, the darkness was brought to life
by the gaslight, these lights were a softer option to the
brightly lit arc lamps which made the streets look like
daylight, if you looked at them too long it could make you
blind because of it's extreme brightness, they were later
removed in favour of the gaslight which became a romantic
light for lovers who would often meet at night under these
lights, they also looked spooky in the foggy streets of
London, were in the night, crimes were committed by the
likes of Jack the Ripper, and other criminals , and you
could hear the police whistle being blown while chasing
a criminal, in the distance you could hear the musical sound
of the barrel organ at a nearby pub. The gaslight was a part
of London's night life and a big part of British history. Once
the electric light was discovered the gaslight vanished forever.
Written 20th July 2013
Categories:
gaslight, nostalgia, old,
Form:
Prose
They portray classic detachment,
impaired empathy
I ask God about this question,
“Why took … so long to see?”
To see what was so obvious
to God, but not to me
Because saw, what wanted to see,
not true … reality
Charming and Charismatic,
great in jobs that they do
But behind closed doors, out of sight,
ungodly way … treat you
Their condescending bullies, yet,
quite generous when they give
Keep a tally, and bring it up
every day … that you live
They think they hear what you're thinking
tell you, you’re always wrong
That you're nothing, have no value,
think their right … all day long
They demean you and your best friends
consider them all jerks
Your interest and purpose in life,
criticize … with a smirk
New vocabulary Doc’s teach,
“Flying Monkeys”,” Gaslight”,
“Gray- Rock”, terms used when to
“Narcissistic” conduct … cite
Categories:
gaslight, bullying,
Form:
Rhyme
Willingly, I ran
That was the first sign my life was falling apart
Strange bike that brought me back in one piece, damn you
That hope of abduction never came to fruition
I am complacent in the wake of my life’s finale
Climbing those eight flights of stairs
Only to prolong my denial
Too choked to speak
Life has always been easy
I realize you are a hologram
Motion picture of a mother
You are complacent in the wake of my life’s finale
Sent to bed at five o'clock
The same time it's been since yesterday
I fake asleep
When you walk in with my father
Coughing lies and webs of drunken incongruencies
I am complacent in the wake of my life's finale
We eat, and I sit by the water
Black tide splashing up to my toes
For a moment, I dream of drowning,
Fanatically gasping for air
I'm pulled away by the arrival of pasta
I do not eat, but rather stare as you finish
One, Two, Three, Four
Glasses of wine
I threaten to walk until I'm pacified
Moron, you call me
As we arrive, safely
Climbing those eight flights of stairs
Only to prolong my denial
My eyes are closed
I fake asleep
Sober at midnight
I said something that had scared you, though you don't quite remember
Please talk to you
I liked hearing you beg
Ignoring you in my bed,
I fake asleep
I wake up alone
Breakfast waiting for me
I do not eat.
Yesterday did not happen
I'm seventy feet under
Quite easy it would be to die here, I think
I wish I had.
I was complacent in the wake of my life’s finale
Resurfacing, I refuse my favorite fruit
I do not eat, but rather stare at the water
For a moment, I dream of drowning,
Fanatically gasping for air
I’m complacent in the wake of my life’s finale
We drive in silence
Still crunchy from the salt
I fake asleep
I never woke up
Hypnotized by your lies and
The gaslit fire that kept me warm in my slumber
I dreamt of drowning,
Fanatically gasping for air
Until I fell still, complacent in the wake of my life’s finale
Categories:
gaslight, childhood, corruption, growing up,
Form:
Blank verse
In another narcoleptic nightmare,
along crepuscular curbs
I am endlessly stalked by the depraved.
Their railing against conspiring contrivances.
These gaslighting doctors of spin.
On every corner a barking Icke or Alex Jones,
On every path a fear-mongering Judy Mikovits.
Get hip to all the globalist conspiracies,
Look smart, as all the word-crafters think for you!
Submit, as all the witchcrafters take from you!
These gaslighting doctors of spin.
Everywhere the nebulous deep state threat!
Don’t you know?
OAN told me so,
and Fox News provided the echo.
Co-conspirators of conspiracy conspiring,
Their shrieking against baleful bogeys,
Their immolation of fading truths.
These gaslighting doctors of spin.
Warlord POTUS, a Stalin, and Hitler disciple.
“Truth isn’t truth,” Rudy told us, after all.
The best control of the masses:
choke all channels
with conspiring conspiracy cocktails,
these gaslighting doctors of spin.
Categories:
gaslight, allegory, america, emotions, fear,
Form:
Political Verse
Giving me subtle clues they don't care
Asking me to work 9 hour shifts without a lunch break
Staying late and arriving early every shift
Lying to myself about the sciatica shooting down my leg
Intrinsically frustrated with my life
Giving it all despite the inevitable fall
Highlighting the fool in my heart
Too much of a team player to give up
Makes me wish I didn't care
Even though I enable my self-destruction
Categories:
gaslight, america, anger, how i
Form:
Acrostic
gaslight me the movie
of my underdeveloped consciousness
give me a hand
take thine arm
without the silent treatment
and a thank you
for the mind fook
hoovering is not allowed
this is not magic but it is
never seen a fly so brave
the invitation is in the mail
RSVP the art intelligentsia
or Milly`la`Foret's lost inheritance
embodyed in the stereotype
of conceptual oopart
padded by manipulative faking
whack my loot
thu nigh thy sacred book
smiell my surrender thighs
over a fabricated link
burning real Benjamins
to the sound of Marilyn Manson
pareidolia
patterns and wormholes and time loops
time present and future coexist
what to do with such knowledge
carved into the limestone
surrounding a city like distrust
lifted in grey moire
over a living ocean
rocked over engraving rollers
in the arms of a sleeping monster
whatever it is
it's right up ahead
everything weighed and measured
the metrology of red flags
illumated under ambient withholding
dreamt up into a real world
of Indian parenting techniques
dormant till spring
into the arms of the universal awakening
a kinetic toy is walking
must be the bravest sub of all
to have turned off all notifications
under a gas light on the green screen
splitting personalities
abannan soleil and mistel
disclosed and made public
spinning on the golden wheel
eyes glaring a dupper's delight
hidden underneath an unkept beard
chin up and hands down recoiling
the circuit does not always
go round and round
it comes from underground
with little steps
tip toe in the dark
the water is warmer for you there
peowetling peowian
it's not from where i am
cold in the head
cold shoulder painted red
don't pay your rent all at once
is a forever later game.
by a rinelle in Catemaco
reddish purple about the neck
innocent and unsecured
not noosed nor snared
skilled in mysteries and kindness
i mind here finely prepped
a synomyn in liminal space
past your window into another's partition
Categories:
gaslight, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
We play and then fight
I'm wrong and you're right
You're happy I'm sad
I'm content and you're mad
You're hot and I'm cold
I'm yes and you're no
We go up and then down
You swim while I drown
I'm short and you're tall
You stand as I fall
I'm young and you're old
You're fast and I'm slow
I'm weak and you're strong
I'm short and you're long
I'm in and you're out
You're quiet and I'm loud
I speak through your silence
I choose love while you choose violence
I'm deep but you're shallow
One is empty and the other is hollow
You question and accuse
I justify and excuse
You dispute and attack
I leave then come right back
Someone is broken
The other is amused
You continue to win
I will continue to lose
Categories:
gaslight, depression, love hurts, relationship,
Form:
Rhyme
What happens when the only light you see
Is the mainstream media’s gaslight?
It’s Plato’s Cave all over again
Except the fire throwing shadows now
Is an official gaslight torch.
Ironic tho’ given the current gaslighter’s revulsion
Of all things fossil fuel.
But gaslight it is.
Although the source of the actual gas
Is still under investigation.
My hunch, my bet, my two cents
Is that the gas in question
Is their own
Since they are all,
To put it nicely,
Full of beans.
(8/3/24)
Categories:
gaslight, political, society,
Form:
Narrative
Loving and fighting
Accusing, denying
I can't imagine
A world with you gone
The joy and the chaos
The demons we're made of
I'd be so lost
If you left me alone
Laughing and crying
Emotions are dying
I can't pinpoint
Just where we went wrong
The moodswings and screaming
Cycles repeating
Maybe together
Ain't where we belong
Manipulation and hatred
Depressed and frustrated
I refuse to continue
To be mocked and degraded
Solace and peace
Just needing to breathe
You hope that I'll stay
I know I must leave
Categories:
gaslight, abuse, betrayal, break up,
Form:
Rhyme
I completely trust Bob
On every tricky job,
For all that he knows,
The way his thought flows;
For his wisdom that grows.
Up Bob’s idea would bob,
From cynics snatching the power to rob…
Bob never was all his life, a half wit,
Even, The Best of The Really Fit,
Who could like a gas light
Keep a firm firmly bright
To all its corner lending a white!
So, please, do not him,
As advised by Lord Kim,
Cast into a Joseph’s pit;
Or our gains are already split!
Categories:
gaslight, appreciation, beauty, celebration, change,
Form:
Rhyme
Gaslight,
Burn open the scouring flame,
Watch it whisper and call my name,
The flame burning bright,
Tremble in the night,
Burn the place where we once used to be,
For only we can ever see,
The fire of dawn,
Seeks a familiar call,
Singing a yet so far song,
To gag the man,
And keep his tongue tied,
To feel the burn,
On the woman's thigh,
To become a man,
Once so violent and true,
To burn the enby,
For not conspiring to you,
To bring the candle up and near,
To burn the lobe of ones dear ear,
Bring the flame,
For the fire streams bland,
Show the dame’s helping hand,
Sow the seed on fertile land,
And burn the ground for where I stand,
Come and follow my forgiving heart,
Stomp it to the ground while we burn apart,
Gaslight me and it's fair game,
Gaslight you and they’ll fear thy name.
Categories:
gaslight, 9th grade, poems, poetess,
Form:
Free verse