Best Hoarsely Poems
My trembling started as a small shudder, but quickly grew.
What’s happening?
A look of confusion and helplessness on my face,
I had no idea of what was about to pass.
The mix of worry filled me with fearfulness,
while my stomach only grew too nauseated
by the thought of his touch I hated.
He covered my mouth and said, “Don’t make a sound.”
My terrifying silent screams echoing in my mind,
as my body moved with the impact of his hips, I find
it engulfed in tearing at my soul being ripped apart.
“Please,” I begged hoarsely, my eyes beseeching him to stop,
but his gazed lust ignored my pleas.
No matter how much I pleaded with my tormented eyes.
It's dark; once again,
fear of emotion penetrated through all my muscles
all the way to my bones,
as I hear his footstep outside my room while my mother sleeps.
The doorknob slowly turned, opening the door.
Stepping in, he slowly approaches pushing back the covers
and crawls next to me in bed.
Ten years have passed since I left home.
The scars reappeared in my mind,
when I saw the evil start walking toward me.
Why? I asked myself,
as I clench my fist and anger raged through me.
His image brought back the nightmares of fear and distress.
Tortured scream that use to make me jerk from out of bed,
making my whole body shake.
Wishing to slap him for the torture I went through,
instead a cold glaring look,
and turned and walked away wishing him dead.
7/31/2017
Categories:
hoarsely, child abuse, lust,
Form:
Free verse
“Your body is yours;
it is not for someone to abuse and leave you in fear.”
Quote by poet
A look of confusion and helplessness
Frenetic worry filled with fearfulness.
Terrifying mute screams echo impart,
Tears unbidden, wraith being ripped apart.
Disconcerting, hoarsely pleading to stop,
But unrestrained fleshly lust, pleas unstop.
In the dark; once again, cold patches drew
Fear of emotion penetrated through.
Clench fist and crippling affliction raged airs
Nauseate image brought vivid nightmare.
Categories:
hoarsely, abuse,
Form:
Couplet
Let it be that - we are simply disconnected
And all of it that was before is now neglected.
Just as in an international call
And I'll stop knowing what you whisper all
Over her right ear,
Petting her mere
Hair. Listening to the cheerful imps
Of your disturbing thoughts. A glimpse.
And recognizing every rustle
Around you. A twitching muscle.
Here's the sound of keys jingling,
Here are her fingers mingling
With your fringe, here's the wind strangled in the curtains,
The load of memories it burdens...
Sms beep, the block is off,
The parquetry squeaks yet the steps are easy,
Flick of a lighter and that's it - the tone. How cheesy...
And I'll stay a bit in the telephone booth
Reciting poems of my youth.
Awaiting for the firing of invisible squadrons in my temples to cease.
Oh would I ever feel the ease?
Of simple being, I'm happy as old colonel Frehley
Who died with a reciever in his hand.
Let it be that as if it's five years past.
And we are all steady here at last.
We're not as booming with the decibels,
But we're worth a 1000 for a ticket.
There might as well be time for cricket.
We are working like real men,
Making money as easy as trimming a bush. We stem.
We're not giving our minds any downtime.
What's mine is mine.
And I am aware of what I am worth.
It doesn't matter that nobody is willing to pay the price.
We run in circles just like mice.
We meet and knock back three
Glasses of Chilean semi dry and you look at me.
And then you say "I am pround of you, Polozkova!"
But no - nothing breaks inside me.
That August we were still drinking outside
And you were wearing
My jacket - we are joking, singing and smoking...
Probably you never knew that from that night on you
Become the protagonist of my hysterics and mimes. All anew.
One day we'll recall this -
And wouldn't be able to believe it ourselves...
Let it be that my vim and naughtiness
Are back; My slouch and flabbiness
Are gone; And nothing's beating me inside
No pain within me would reside.
And there's no need to write
My poems. How can I ignite?
Let it be that I don't sob hoarsely with every chorus
Just like a dyed-haired singer with little morals.
How nice that you're sitting
In front of the screen and thinking
That you're reading
Of somebody else.
Categories:
hoarsely, poetess, poetry, poets,
Form:
The awakening of the dawn like a butterfly busting through the cocoon.
The rhino's thyroid condition was exacerbated as the cheetah conflict
continued.
As I drank in and tasted the coolness of the water,
my eyes gazed upon the crocodile's welcoming smile,
the caption was split apart by the hyena's maniacal laughter,
As I breathed in the heinous adventure,
man what I would do for a cliff bar!
Billy Roberts from Germantown Pennsylvania, you are the planner of my trips
no longer.
I'm immersed in the baboon conflict much,
Cheetah's are too anxious and scared'
those crazy colored monkeys,
Always be constantly straight trippin,
I suppose its time to go snatch up a snow cone,
At least then i'll be heated up,
Suppose I'll meander down yonder over in the holler,
the Zoo will be closing soon,
Why is this peacock making a bead-line for me?
Get hence from me you beastly bird!
You Great White, who's sensed the blood in the water,
the kids are all laughing at me,
As I hang clumsily from this tree,
Screaming shrill and hoarsely for someone to come and save me,
I enmesh myself and become one with the tree,
Ya that's right devil-bird! walk away!
that's why they call me lizard lips,
I can hide from anything,
Wednesday will be my greatest day,
because it begins in W and ends in Y,
As I take in a deep relaxed breath and pinch my leg until my eyes begin to
adjust again,
The Bronx Zoo is no bueno,
Asta la Vista you toothy baboons
Categories:
hoarsely, adventure, animal, cheer up,
Form:
Across the shadowed byte desert, a lone warrior limped.
Impelled by a spirited misanthropy, he plied the
idle partitions of mind and thirst.
An orphaned amorist, passionate, but alone.
And as he stumbled, the adders whispered hoarsely, and
the diodes siphoned the darkness, revealing the
atrophy, the phantom.
The showering bits, hardwired through his dreams,
despised his trophy; reality.
It was stormy with the pathos of insanity...
---===|||===---
And still, he wandered vainly through this parched land,
searching; His reward glimmering quietly across the code,
which danced between his groping fingers.
Aphorisms roamed in the chaos, and margins shifted
as he compiled the disorder which roared within his mind.
Slowly, his child emerged. At last, execution!
---===|||===---
But the young one, so perfect, so delicate, required more
than he could give. The decision was made...
| end parent process |
Categories:
hoarsely, analogy, computer, courage, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
the Zany Zoo
The awakening of the dawn like a butterfly busting through the cocoon.
The rhino's thyroid condition was exacerbated as the cheetah conflict
continued.
As I drank in and tasted the coolness of the water,
my eyes gazed upon the crocodile's welcoming smile,
the caption was split apart by the hyena's maniacal laughter,
As I breathed in the heinous adventure,
man what I would do for a cliff bar!
Billy Roberts from Germantown Pennsylvania, you are the planner of my trips
no longer.
I'm immersed in the baboon conflict much,
Cheetah's are too anxious and scared'
those crazy colored monkeys,
Always be constantly straight trippin,
I suppose its time to go snatch up a snow cone,
At least then i'll be heated up,
Suppose I'll meander down yonder over in the holler,
the Zoo will be closing soon,
Why is this peacock making a bead-line for me?
Get hence from me you beastly bird!
You Great White, who's sensed the blood in the water,
the kids are all laughing at me,
As I hang clumsily from this tree,
Screaming shrill and hoarsely for someone to come and save me,
I enmesh myself and become one with the tree,
Ya that's right devil-bird! walk away!
that's why they call me lizard lips,
I can hide from anything,
Wednesday will be my greatest day,
because it begins in W and ends in Y,
As I take in a deep relaxed breath and pinch my leg until my eyes begin to
adjust again,
The Bronx Zoo is no bueno,
Asta la Vista you toothy baboons
Categories:
hoarsely, adventure, cheer up, day,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
FNB Stadium, Johannesburg, on Tuesday, December 10
A tear silently crawled down my cheek
As eulogies fall and despair rise to the peak.
I see the crowd, the leaders, the well-wishers
Here they are gathered like never before-
Dark clouds have gathered in the East-
Old mounds overturn by the leash.
Dusty bones stir in their pale graves
While the bells hoarsely knell-
Told have been the tales
Gone have been the sales
of rights and freedoms
Through the fight of that man
twenty-seven lunar days
had his face been hidden pale
For the whip's caress
And the whiteman's address.
The troubles of the world
The weeps of the people-
The tears that baked their cheeks
He stood brave, conquered and freed
the newspapers, the radio:
"Hero dies aged 95, after a long illness."
the remarks of the people:
"Was he made for death? Our Mandela!"
Dark clouds gathered in the East-
Old mounds overturned by the leash.
Dusty bones stirred in their pale graves
While the bells hoarsely knelled-
He freed a humanity
He took his brother's strokes
Bled for his brother's locks
And aged in his selflessness and empathy.
Dark clouds gather in the East-
Marking that little patch of the Earth
Where has disappeared
Earth's greatest child, Mandela.
Categories:
hoarsely, death, dedication, depression,
Form:
Elegy
The Whisper of Love
The mild spring wind whispered: I love you and stroked
my face… but then it clouded over the wind hoarsely
shouted: I love you. I fled indoors but it howled nonstop
by the French window: I love you, and I held my hands
against ears as not hear.
Angrily I hollered back: go away I never cared for you,
your obsessive love is too much to bear, strangling me.
But I tell not truth, sweet Marilyn, I love you more now
than before; the wind became a mild zephyr and said:
I know, I know my darling.
The almond tree said: I thought it was me you loved,
my flowers you admire. But you are deflowered now.
I said. This is the rudest thing I ever heard said the oak
and shook it crown so sadly that a crow family fell out.
and cawed crossly at me.
Don´t you get I said I love you all you´re nature the air
that I breathe the food I eat and the grass I walk on.
But the olive tree spoilt my words by pretentiously
saying: one, who loves all, loves no one, and eastward
the crow family flew.
Categories:
hoarsely, devotion, humorous, lost love,
Form:
Blank verse
. Ka--Rack !
The bat splintered.
The excited crowd roared!
“Strike Two!” The tense Ump blared hoarsely.
Coach screamed, “Bases loaded, two outs! Two strikes!
Top of the ninth, down by three, Joe!
Blast it outa the park!!”
The pitch burned in!
KA--RACK !!!
5/30/12
written by
Robert A Dufresne
for Nette's contest
"Sound of Emotion"
Categories:
hoarsely, mystery, sports,
Form:
Rictameter
They killed her lover. She just could not forget.
The raven circled thrice around the old oak,
But settle silently on her wide shoulders.
Dark was the raven, dark the woman’s dress
Dark the environment, all dark except for
The glowing sanguine hair that fluttered in the breeze.
She stood tall in front of the old sparsely lit castle.
No eerie sound echoed in the dark corridors,
No black candles lit any of the bleak rooms.
Only ravens cawed huskily as they flew
Around the tall turrets or rested on ugly gargoyles.
The dark woman moved towards the main door.
Her eyes glowed in a flaming carmine power.
She looked up towards the ugly low clouds.
Power exuded from her and the storm began.
Electricity snaked down and hit the upper balustrades.
Hellish fire sprang up and soon the castle was in ruins.
Revenge completed, she turned and walked silently away.
One day they’ll burn her at a stake. She shrugged.
She was not afraid of death. The crow cawed hoarsely.
Categories:
hoarsely, scary,
Form:
Free verse
Absorb what you observe as quite absurd,
have fun with wacky wit that's seldom heard.
For instance, watch a shrieking monkey
monkey with a monkey wrench,
or a horse as it hoarsely horses
around with a horseshoe on a bench;
you'll find that, neighing hoarsely,
the monkey will horse around the bench
as noisily as a shrieking shod horse
monkeying with a wrench;
or hear a dog doggedly bark
at dog-eared books about cats,
or see some turtles crane their necks
like cool giraffes wearing straw hats;
in time, the dog will learn to meow,
to stretch its neck, to wear some hats,
as turtles try to bark and read books
about giraffish dogs and cats.
Observe you've just absorbed something absurd,
some wacky words are better read than heard.
Categories:
hoarsely, animals, funny, happiness, dog,
Form:
Rhyme
In the looking glass I see
A stranger there or is it me
Curly hair and pale blue eyes
An honest face or a disguise
To hide the hollowness inside
No life there yet still alive
Not decayed but never filled
Moving on by act of will
Looking for a way to breach
This glass that keeps us out of reach
Which side of the glass am I
PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE I hoarsely cry
If you walk away from me
Will I simply cease to be?
Categories:
hoarsely, mental illness,
Form:
Couplet
So confused----nothing feels right but wrong
All I've dealt with for so long
Has blurred in with every sad thing else there is to see
I don't know what to do....
I'm at a loss for everything
including you
Long, long ago
I thought you made me for one
Now others knock at heart's door........
They will go unanswered
Alone in the cold of the dark
With all their own little broken hearts
They wait for what will never be; to hold my hand and be with me
And their burdens too are more than I can bear
One sweet face
Is blood stain painted into my soul
His addictive voice
Resonates throughout my core
I hear him crying
I hear him screaming
I see him falling
With him I'll always be crying
Hoarsely, wretchedly screaming
Reaching out into the dark for him
but feeling nothing
This pain will never fit inside
The grief has grown too much for me to hide
Mourning for the dreams in me that died
Anguish for a man who's dead to me
but still alive
One big happy carnival of sorrow
That love will never fix
Nor will tomorrow
Mindless, mutilated hearts
Condemned to crimson drench the earth
wherever we stagger
Miserably alone....
Unhappily ever after.
Categories:
hoarsely, death, depression, fear, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
You are glistening
Upon a eloquent design
I claim it…it’s mine
Paint me a brighter day
without gluttony…
without trouble
I’ll be captivated in an
everlasting utopia
Look! Here comes a beam
from the sunshine
I claim it…it’s mine
Glistening
Captivated in
Complete delusion
Deeper trouble occurs…
The day grows longer
I can’t stand it
any longer
It’s as hectic as ever
this weather
Isn’t what I endeavor
I don’t have much
To hang on to
Just to be true
I’ll always appreciate you
Your adoring aroma
Caught in a glimpse
of fantasies
catches my nightmares
and places all my fears
in a fond jar
I disappear
in a despairing tide
falling…failing
helplessly…
hoarsely…
unsaved against
a river of mellowness
earning a kiss
from the wild east
at last…seeking my feast
Slowly and steady
Do I watch the waterfall
pass away as the years
slip away…drying up inside
Fix the faucet
and deny the tundra
and shroud me as an umbrella
Disappear into a superb dream
Work as a team
drown the misty waters
Bring me to life
Are you looking for trouble?
Watch the day expand…double
Work as a team
Circulate around a mist of dreams
and drench the nightmares to disgrace
Are you looking for trouble?
Watch the day expand and double
Patiently…unsteadily,
I wait for a vibrant day,
feeling sporadic…
ripping away the sweltering
irregular expansion
Are you looking for trouble?
Watch the day expand and double
Slowly and steady
Do I watch the waterfall
pass away as the years
slip away…drying up inside
I’ll suggest you wait awhile
to wash up the longer days
and decreasing the deeper trouble
I disappear ultimately
in a despairing tide
falling…failing
helplessly…
hoarsely…
unsaved against
a river of mellowness
earning a kiss
from the wild east
eventually…
seeking my feast
gliding against
a most mellowest
Tide
Categories:
hoarsely, angst, imagination, inspirational, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
Vanishing souls lies in death's pastures
Fleeting joy, incurious in my surroundings
Shades of green glistening in glory
An unpredictable breath that barely measures
A destiny that lies and vanishes through the Death Valley
A heart's main glee
Shines peaceably... passing above a wave of sparkling envy
Bliss sinks in my marrow
Pensive solitude,
Splitting it into a rejoicing vibe
Joyous in its company...we could have a blissful sleepover until
tomorrow
Together we'll make a strengthening converse
Piety fitting in these periling times
Wandering over vales, evanescent life screwing my infancy
A jocund soul departs from a burden--too cherished in disobedient lies
Childish features blurring my uncertain future
Incessant in my trespasses
I draw near through deathly shadows
Moping in ceaseless torment
Roaring as a monsoon in abstract movement
Vacant in thought...wealth filling in our evanescent humility
Dodging arrows of inevitable death
Bound to track us down,
Chopping down the Weeping Willow tree
Driven mad in knotting triumph
Hoarsely placing us in a shady asylum
Numbed by flustering anxiety
Cursing down this greedy society
Whirling us back to
Evanescent pastures
I'm dependent in this unordinary place
Though it leaves me with only disgrace
Discontent by the isolated misfortune
Vacant in thought...wealth filling in our evanescent humility
Dodging arrows of inevitable death
Bound to track us down,
Fogging our interest of society,
Doom crafting our fate...soon we'll be too late
Whirling us back to
Evanescent pastures
Denying our repents out of revenge
Unsuitable to reconstruct chastening renewal
Superb for a
tranquilizing solitude
Categories:
hoarsely, adventure, allegory, angst, art,
Form:
Free verse