Best Headache Poems
The day has been too long.
The promise of a scented dawn
Lost its fulfilment in the dazzling brilliance
Of a hot, bright sun
And the tingle of a moment’s rapture
Flowed rapidly into the throbbing pulse of insecurity.
Noon stretched nerves to a breaking point
And tension clung to the midday air
As clothes stuck damply to the sweating body.
Sunset brought relief, as a peaceful calm
Settled down with the night.
In the silence of my new-found freedom
I gaze upwards into infinity
And contemplate the knowledge
Fixed in the striking monochrome
Of Christ crucified against a paling moon
While in his dreams, man savours
The rotten splendour of success.
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Contest: Impress me (with a poem I haven't read yet)
Sponsored: Poet Destroyer A (2014)
Placed: 5th
Marie Antoinette - Queen of France
Toyed with promiscuity and Frenchmen's pants.
Lying to Louis; Marie "made her bed."
She was tried for treason and lost her head.
For: Catie Lindsey
You, who...Yo, Clerihew contest
head pounds all around
noise echos inside and out
must find quiet space
You are such a beautiful headache;
so hard to get rid of.
My body wishes you would leave,
but there's no cure to ward you off
Yet,your face is like a drug;
one look, & my troubles are put to ice.
Though I know it's not the cure
for the moment, it'll have to suffice.
Were you sent by God,
to keep me happy,like He cared?
Or dropped by the Devil
to make me gnash teeth,when you're not there.
'cos I know that it's by good nature
you set free the one you most treasure,
knowing, she'll come back some day
returning that love in the same measure.
Or would I've to chain myself to you;
your every step,with me as a yoke.
To make sure you're always by my side
for reasons unknown, fated to choke.
Would I get salvation for my deeds,
and reach a place much higher?
Or scream evermore in Hell's kitchen
a soul left to roast in the Eternal Fire?
'cos one thing I know, and know for sure
that without you near, I can tell..
If I have to rejoice in heaven,
on earth, I'll have to go through hell.
I ain't sure, about the reaction I'll get
on expressing to you, what's in my heart.
If this proposal, you ever would accept,
& unite two, destined not to walk apart.
How I'd continue to wander
if you refused me, & turned about face.
For, if you can't be in my world,
this world would be a wretched place.
Why bother beating around the bush,
wreck myself, & cause undue grief?
To those near, blind to the struggle within,
unaware that I'll never find relief.
Find me a soothsayer, skilled
who'll tell me things untold.
And find for me a path, to her heart
for which, I'd repay him in gold.
For even if peace settled on earth,
battles would rage from dusk to dawn.
'cos my mind you ripped, in two,
and these battles will go on, and on..and on.
Thoughts about you, spread through me, cancerous,
infectious, I'm brought closer to my demise.
I realize there's no cure for my headache,
no end to these muffled cries..
Soon, the lights will get dimmer,sounds more faint..
Without you,my heart,oh how it would ache!
For my life will soon reach the end of its term.
But, so too, will my headache...
An accountant asks for accuracy
Playing figures
Always got his mind tangled
Blurring his eyes
And so bustling the calculator
Making his neck strained and fingers stiff
But the cunning figures
Still manage to escape
From his balance sheet sometimes
Causing him a severe headache
What's more
So surprisingly
Sometimes has to go all the ways
To make fool of the figures
For tax evasion
Making himself
Restless and guilty
For the rest of the day
For the rest of his career life
take me to your grave,
secrets must be kept, see you
on the other side
Resplendent daylight's illustrious star,
so proud to promenade,
decided she is sleeping in
and deftly drew the shade,
complaining she can't stand the light . . .
she has a migraine.
Our atmosphere's all grizzled grays,
disconsolate with rain.
Wet volleys in profusion,
a deluge when we step out
for the clouds absent "her highness"
are having quite a pout!
So downpours have your heyday;
bluster loudly stormy winds -
all day brolly and brogans
must remain our closest friends.
© Faye Lanham Gibson, June 9, 2014
Flirt shamelessly,
Hold my hand,
Say you miss me,
I don't understand,
What do you want,
It makes no sense,
Are we present,
Are we past tense?
You say you 'love' him,
Yet 'that doesn't stop' you,
Then you run back to him,
So are we done? Are we through?
You aren't happy,
You know it in your heart,
So for the sake of his happiness,
Will you tear yourself apart?
If this were your last moment,
If this was it,
would you still be with him,
would you call it quits?
I need an answer,
Tell me the truth,
before I break,
You should know my heart isn't bullet proof...
When I get a headache I take two aspirins
and also keep away from children,
just like it states on the bottle's directions.
there was a young man from Seville
whose wife's voice was chillingly shrill
he said please shut up
he’d more than enough
sending him looking for advil!
(caveat: no endorsement of product intended)
CELEBRATED HEADACHE.
This Ota farmer recognized as
Africans kobo
Copper coin with a fluctuating photo,
You load tomorrow’s volt into this
Over sized portfolio,
Debit, wearing materials stitched from
Tattered pillows
Only a goat perambulates and forgets
His ancestral home.
I size this situation on a scale to measure
His kilo,
Plural of the ring road is all you
Telephoned
Till my fathers became old.
After ruling far away from Heath-row,
You beg for additional white robe
To continue your cataract legacy infected
With disfigured quotes.
II
I learnt from you, that power is fragile
Like flower,
Today you sit on the highest tower
Few minutes later, dry wind blew your
Sanctuary like this meaningless brown powder.
When I hit you on the road,
As Yoruba always told
The Culture with a symbolic throne.
I must fall to prostrate, because
Elder’s own the stronger bone.
Remember your convoy of hope,
You spoke to my people in a gentle
Tone,
See the gazed land of unlimited scope
Although we die befriending cold
My journey is satisfied with this
Ordinary biscuit bone.
Now you cant walk the streets
Without been stoned.
The logo for any hero,
Is to eradicate zero’s and communicate
Growth.
III
I know you will live long
And remain strong, so you have a
Taste of this rotten corn shared on this
Decayed road,
You served on a plater of fading gold.
Even as your interesting biography
Is purposely clothed with apologies
Your lungs will rust like metal in this
Liquid cup.
Listen to the bold voice from the
Nigerian soil,
Dedicated to the logo my unknown
Hero.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
Hurricane head ache
South Texas heart break
Don't have a clue
I wish I knew
The steps to take
I was so young
I did the wrong
The games I played
My view was hazed
Needed renewed
At last I found
The solid ground
That's found in You
only you can do
this too
ease this pain
not the rain
with you gain
you touch what it takes
heven sake
got a
HEADACHE
Plant razor blades inside my skull and give it a violent shake
My brain does profusely bleed with the burn of a pulsating quake
The unabated pain attacks the back of my red, vessel-drawn eyeballs
Into them I penetrate both of my index fingers though the torture only slightly falls
The world around me pirouettes
I hallucinate evil silhouettes
Shadowy hands grip my temples and squeeze
Sweat stands atop my skin but within this flesh, I freeze
My heart beats like a drum until the aorta implodes
Thumping visions of fuzzy crimson shove my sanity to corrode
Kill the pounding in my head
Or leave me be and let me roam with the dead
"We don't need no stinking contests!"
Says left brain slamming right.
"We wrack ourselves to pluck the best
of fancy and insight,
then when our words don't pass the test
with me you pick a fight!"
"Okay, okay, no more contests,
this once you can be right."
08/08/18
Composed for John Lawless'
"We don't need no stinking contests" Poetry Contest