Best Gnawing Poems
In the Madness of my Mind, I : Chatted with God
The Music of HIS voice reverberates through the canyon of a dead Soul
Questions, so many questions : “Speak my son“, He Said
Is reality Heaven, Is Life upon this Earth only a Dream
Insanity; touches me, as I roam through the hours of the Past
You may ask : WHY does the sickness of the mind affect the SOUL?
“ If YOU do not know MY “SON” : YOU do not Know “ ME “
“Empty , a Soul that only Once new LOVE , until “ BARBARA “
WHY?, WHY?, do I get the privilege of “ LOVING BARBARA “
‘ YOUR Blessing is Received “ as my mind, disputes “ REALITY”
“ May I see my LOVE : Lenore; before I run to the arms of “BARBARA”
I want to be LOVED, not necessarily; Physical or Sexual , “Just LOVED”
In a Heavenly Voice GOD sings to ME, whispers in my ear “ BELOVED “
“ If You do not LOVE MY, “SON” : YOU do not LOVE “ ME “
Love ; decayed, rotted away in a rancid pool of lost Emotions
Feelings : Dead and buried long ago; Scratch the surface of the Earth
Screaming in painful agony, crying the tears of the past “Set me Free”
The Earth is cold, damp, dirty ; I find Peace in the emptiness of Life
Death is a pleasure ; I can only Dream of in a nightmare of Forever
Madness deprives the Soul of consciousness , of reality, of ETERNITY
“If you do not seek MY “SON” : You do not SEEK “ ME “
He gnawed on his resentment
In public and alone
Like a dog he kept on worrying
The marrow from the bone
Till he gave himself an ulcer
Till his teeth got small and stumpy
Till other dogs said, Hang on, Fang
You’re starting to look grumpy
He wouldn’t leave the thing alone
Just wouldn’t let it lie
Time to put the bone down, Fido
Go on, try
by Gail
Meet Otis; drug addict and alcoholic.
He walks the razor's edge of life daily.
A sad sack of a man bedeviled by stubborn demons.
Swimming against the tide of recovery; crying out for help.
Surviving one day at a time;
struggling with addictions threatening to submerge him in a quicksand,
wrestling with harrassing voices in his discombobulated head.
They keep swirling around him like a noisy, bothersome flies.
He's pulled into a rabbit hole of temptation
everywhere he goes. His gnawing urge...
to drink alcohol growing stronger and stronger at happy hours.
His addiction to cocaine and heroin is just as potent.
Each day, he tries his best
to stay sober, but can't do it alone.
Submitted for...
Writing Prompts - Fragmented Spaces - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme: sadness in life
Dates posted: 07/29/2021
His eyes still make me think of the sunrise
That color blue like sapphire
Hypnotizing my mind
He reminds me of kisses long and soft
tender caring in a heart
filling up my spirit
He makes me want to touch him once again
intimacy whispering
sensations thrive inside
November 6, 2019
2. A Gnawing Temptation
Pick A Title, Vol 11 - Kimo(X3) - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Amidst the fields of plenteous
they sat in empty
with every meal starvation stalked
While on the land sunlight poured to copious
so to drink the rain they called it enemy
and famished hearts were born in every fruit
And so upon this grand abundance wrought
the very skeleton of their iniquity
the gnawing hunger of the populace
For now they harvest all to naught
and curse the earth for inadequacy
and plunder thirst for the sake of piteous
Amidst the fields of plenteous
they sit in empty
and every meal walked with gluttony
To paradise they crawled inglorious
to name their faith in fear of plenty
shall starve to death in mawkish lot
While on the land waters flow voluminous
so to drink the sun they called it enemy
and famished seeds are born in every fruit
Writing,
throwing out compulsion,
licking the marrow from the bone,
watching the herd,
looking for the weak,
waiting,
minutes seem like years,
lasting torment
so wanted,
so welcome.
Teeth gnashing
I tear a hunk of flesh
from the curr I am feasting on.
Unconsciously
I smack my lips,
as I gnaw
seditiously
on the tasty morsel.
Using blood as ink
I scribe senseless thoughts
on the walls and ceiling,
scoring rifts
that tear the fabric of time,
stopping the irksome pain
pouring from this hole
in my chest.
Fingering the edge
I re minis
of the fun it was
getting this,
definitely to be worn
as a medal of honor.
Now that I am
back to normal,
my quill flows freely,
scarring the earth
beneath my heels.
I'll let this hole rot,
fester,
ooze,
gather infection
that i can spread
at my own whim,
locking the world in my grasp,
turning it
a beautiful grey,
cascading across the environment
like a mist.
my trembling fingers reaching outwardly
through the umbrage of shadows
longing to feel your touch
my heart quickens beneath forbidden thoughts
as i thrust myself forward
in the pulse of my dreams
the quaver of my lips part in silence
to the kiss of temptation
appetence unfulfilled
November 27,2019
Pick A Title, Vol 11 - Kimo(3 Stanzas) - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
If husband his nails gnawing like rabbit,
I show the way to quit nasty habit.
No point to treat poor husband with scoff
Just rip off his teeth, or nails his rip off !
In the Madness of my Mind, I : Chatted with God
The Music of HIS voice reverberates through the canyon of a dead Soul
Questions, so many questions : “Speak my son“, He Said
Is reality Heaven, Is Life upon this Earth only a Dream
Insanity; touches me, as I roam through the hours of the Past
You may ask : WHY does the sickness of the mind affect the SOUL?
“ If YOU do not know MY “SON” : YOU do not Know “ ME “”
“Empty , a Soul that only Once new LOVE , until “ BARBARA “
WHY?, WHY?, do I get the privilege of “ LOVING BARBARA “
‘ YOUR Blessing is Received “ as my mind, disputes “ REALITY”
“ May I see my LOVE : Lenore; before I run to the arms of “BARBARA”
I want to be LOVED, not necessarily; Physical or Sexual , “Just LOVED”
In a Heavenly Voice GOD sings to ME, whispers in my ear “ BELOVED “
“ If You do not LOVE MY, “SON” : YOU do not LOVE “ ME “
Bags under the eyes
And all around, bleeding black
Scorned and scratched to receive the light
A light slipping from sore grasps
Fingertips burning, pressing hard
Noise furrowing and echoing the pupils
Gnashing, swallowing, laboring
Pushing the dead, fetid fetus out
Slamming on the notes now
The black bags ever sink
Mind refuses to positively think
And rather catastrophically wired
To the ever-slipping fires
Betrothed to your liking
Tentacles and tantalizing suns
Spurring the vision, bleeding incisions
Opening to the bloody scene of darkness
Hearing it croaking
The dead fetus soaking
Liquidated larvae squealing with glee
Little black dot of its head or bottom
Squirming inside to taste the bitter slime
It is out but still warm
The tears are dried by the breezes of disappointment
The little worms in folding enjoyment
Losing a little one
Gains so much
Real-eases so little
And internally, eternally
Gnaws
sinister sappers,
gut cornerstones unnoticed,
then swagger at large.
In the Madness of my Mind, I : Chatted with God
The Music of HIS voice reverberates through the canyon of a dead Soul
Questions, so many questions : “Speak my son“, He Said
Is reality Heaven, Is Life upon this Earth only a Dream
Insanity; touches me, as I roam through the hours of the Past
You may ask : WHY does the sickness of the mind affect the SOUL?
" If YOU do not know MY “SON” : YOU do not Know “ ME “"
Author's Note : I plan on adding to this post ; rather than set it in Parts
Hope YOU understand YOUR Liege ALWAYS...HG
I am one of the oldest trees around.
My roots grow aggressively and deep in the ground.
I am a sycamore, most regal and proud.
My branches so high I can touch a cloud.
I'm usually found near wetlands and streams.
My thirst is unquenchable, or so it may seem.
I've weathered many seasons, endured the test of time,
but recently my roots grew into your sewer lines.
I witnessed the crane pulling up on our street, now bringing me down
will be a true feat.
I'm now shackled in ropes which I find quite appalling,
the whining chain saws, my branches now gnawing.
The solemn neighbors gather in the side yard.
My trunk succumbs and hits the ground hard.
My aging stump is all I'll convey as my decimators
climb in their trucks and drive away.
I woke up this morning
Enveloped by overwhelming feeling
Of being left behind
In a jungle of calamities
Which my father land has become
Dehydrated of every positive mood
Which gives way to the gnawing feelings
Of emptiness of unquantifiable loss
This nightmare refuses to go away
Rather it continues to concretize
The feelings of disillusionment
As strange happenings keep assaulting our sensibilities
Truth stands on its head
And sets no one free
Rather it pushes us down the road of
Perpetual loss of whatever makes us human
have a following in my heart of hearts;
caressing thoughts of temptation
gnawing sin biting me
11/24/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©