Best Horizontally Poems
My picture of pain,
Exists with a slight twist,
I place a sharp razor on my wrist,
Dragging it vertically and horizontally I make slits,
Feeling the urge after every heartbreak,
Feeling the urge to cut with every mistake I make,
Someone help me, but please do not refer to me as insane,
I’m not seeking attention; my body gets numb to the pain,
Expressing the pain I’ve felt emotionally by hurting myself physically.
The endorphins which releases from each cut causes me to fell high
If you ask what’s wrong I’m going to lie.
But as you can see the truth, I am not fine
I’m slowly breaking down inside,
But I cover up all this pain with a smile and pull down my long sleeves,
That cover up the all the memories that each scar leaves.
Soothing ordinal number, satisfying one’s needs,
End of one’s endeavor, a completion of a week;
Valuable quantity on spiritual event like Jesus’ words on the cross,
Even church sacraments and God’s rest after His creation and great work.
Number wrapping the amazing wonders of the world,
The lucky symbol of many international businesses,
Horizontally written going down to fulfillment and success.
Sept.29, 2013 , 5.30 am
Fifth Place
Contest: Skipping Six, Going Straight to Seven Acrostic Challenge #3
Judged: 10/4/2013
Sponsor: Poetess Andrea Dietrich
Striving for Political Correctness
By Elton Camp
It would just be the end
If by words we do offend.
There’s the devil to be paid
If we call a spade a spade.
“Vertically challenged” means short.
“Horizontally challenged,” a fat sort.
“Nondiscretionary fragrance” means we stink.
“Living impaired” means your’re dead I think.
“Cerebrally challenged” and you are plain dumb.
“Hispanic” and it is Mexico that you come from.
“Niceness deprived” tells that you are mean.
As “oppressor-to-be” a young boy can be seen.
“Follicularly challenged” guys really are bald.
“Gay” is what males who hump men are called.
The “residentially flexible” will live out on the street.
“Nontraditional success” and a poor man you meet.
“Economically maximized” describes one rich.
“Economically marginalized” do live in a ditch.
“Visually challenged” is the blind guy you see.
“Reality challenged” people are crazy as can be.
“Locationally challenged” folks are those lost.
“Unjust self-esteem reduction” criticism’s cost.
A “maintenance portal” is the name for a manhole.
While “sexually dysfunctional” is a perverted soul.
The garbage collector is a “sanitation engineer.”
“Petroleum transfer specialist” pumps gas I fear.
The “termination specialist” other people does kill.
“Body entrepreneur” describes a prostitute if you will.
“Factually unencumbered” are the ignorant folk.
“Alternative answer” means an error was spoke.
If lazy, then we aren’t “motivationally disposed.”
“Discretionary fragrance” and perfume is nosed.
The “chronologically gifted” are just old.
“Rustically inclined” is redneck I’m told.
“Vertically gifted” people describes those who are tall.
“Client of the correctional system” a prisoner we call.
“Cerebrally gifted” people are those who are smart.
Be “metabolically challenged,” and dead thou art.
“Nonwaged” and it is a job you do lack.
“Amorally gifted” and a crook you track.
“Knowledge conveyor” speaks of the teacher.
“Personality repressor” describes the preacher.
With a “conceptual conflict” you are not sure.
The “under-alert” just some sleep will cure.
Now we are expected to play the “correctness” game.
Which means we call almost nothing by its true name.
In keeping with that, you see,
This poem is correct as can be.
Here’s what I’m thinking now
at the end of the world:
There are no atheists in foxholes—
no theists in politics.
If knowledge is power,
and power corrupts,
then why did I bother reading you, Cicero?
Does it matter that I didn't’t love you?
Would it have mattered if I did?
There’s a poetry reading tonight
whence I’I'll chide other poets
who don’t sit alone.
I won’t bring up death
but I might have to breathe,
even into a mike
and mouth lines to get a snap or a boo
maybe even a wince or two.
Just maybe I’I'll talk about love
and how following your heart is like following a dog—
it only leads to vittles and (female dogs).
But how many times have I used that line
since the story I wrote about you,
a witty and sexy and fictional you?
Most likely I’I'll read something tonight about you.
I won’t recite it from memory
because I don’t think about you that much anymore,
not even when I search for my socks in your drawer
or when I put on the scratchy sweaters you give me,
horizontally striped to bring out my eyes?
I don’t remember your eyes
except they are blue.
And I don’t remember you,
not even when I smell cucumber and apple,
not even when I sleep on my side of the bed
or when you walk through the door
happy to see me;
even then I don’t remember you.
Does it matter that I don’t love you?
Would it have mattered if I did?
How about a few one-liners
for the end of days?—
Depression is self-awareness,
which you’d know if you were;
I need Ritalin to listen to you,
Lithium to hug you,
Viagra to feel you,
and Valium to sleep.
All you need
is me standing there, waiting at home
with turns of phrase and word plays
telling you about why I hate Ayn Rand
but want to buy as much as I can
and how I love celebrity gossip
and detest poetry slams
and find rhyming trite
except when I am.
Hypocrites can still be right,
which you do understand
because you nod at my nonsense
about fighting the man.
But now, at the end of all things—
I’m speechless and witless and pointlessly well-read,
and you’re just sitting there, smiling
asking me to pass the bread.
1/16/21
Pure silence or the sound of wind chimes
Willing to do anything to save their own hides
People still committing horrific crimes
During low and high tide
It's been one hell of a roller coaster ride
A whirlwind inside my mind
All these rhymes
Days and nights spent getting sky high
It's seeming like a sign of the times
I say I'm fine, but I'm not alright
Always feels like
I get nowhere when I climb
No matter how hard I try
Can't even look me in my eyes
Quick to assume I'm telling lies
Wasn't the first and won't be the last goodbye
If you let it, quickly time will pass you by
I was reaching the skies
Then taking dives
Achieving nearly every prize
Or living among the mosquitoes and flies
I had many lows and even more highs
I've been a fool, but I'm still wise
You better recognize
And realize
I still get butterflies
While I'm living life, trying to survive
Seeing the moon's glow or watching the Sunrise
Sometimes
It hurts
Feels like I'm cursed
Still I delve and search
Across the Earth
Too many perverts
And jerks
Continue to lurk
Meanwhile snakes out to usurp
As well as nearly every other twerp
Which is why I stay alert
Similar to Captain Kirk
Ready to put in work
First things first
To me it doesn't matter if you did or didn't go to church
For what it's worth
Better or worse
Before I'm in a hearse
And the dirt
I've still got an insatiable hunger and thirst
I know there'll be no effect or a ripple that can domino
Time will tell if we truly are or are not alone
I got to go
And roam
Across the globe
I want to know
From here to way beyond the Galapagos
As well as Guantanamo
Humble and Heroic, doing the impossible
Paying homage and occasionally saying 'Geronimo!'
Feeling like Socrates
Don't need apologies
Traveling across the seas
And on lands fraught with trees
Constantly
Saw what others would not believe
And am going to continue the odyssey
Traveling vertically and horizontally
Staying still or moving with velocity
As folks hold on to animosity
Forever unable to display camaraderie
Not focused on such novelties
People with good and bad qualities
The same can be said for policies
I remain an anomaly
With my own methodology
And ferocity
Holding on solidly
While remaining an oddity
English oak tree, named Quercus robur; though known as Her Majesty now
Named Majesty of the Woods; etiquette requires in my presence one must bow
Growing my branches outwards, thus enhancing the width of my canopy
Lifespan extended as I nurtured my limbs, stretching them horizontally
Its 700 years since my acorn was sown, as I slowly became Her Majesty
Supporting more wildlife within me as no others have my capacity
Hosting hundreds of different species whilst aiding biodiversity
Olden and ancient aged 700 years, my limbs now gnarled and knotty
Acorns grow great oaks you see ~ 10 million acorns just from me
Kerfuffles no longer occurring, decomposition is now obligatory
Written 1st January 2020
Contest: I am a tree
Sponsor:Delilah Ventura
Contest Strand Choice 5
Sponsor Brian Strand
1st PLACE
Wild Roses in Ice
At the
very edge
of a
frozen pond
during
the
ice-cold
Winter
deep
in an
old
country
forest—
unbelievably
I gaze upon
three
wild roses
frozen
in a
block
of ice
as part
of the
larger
ice flow.
These
roses
at the
pond’s
very edge
are
rosy-red
radiant
beautiful
and even
redolent
although
encased
they are
in the
frozen
ice.
These
rosy-red
roses
appear
to be
perfectly
set
in a
straight
order—
horizontally
just like . . .
1-2-3.
A
wondrously
enchanting
sight from
Mother Nature
for sure—
bringing
a big
smile
to my
face
whilst
capturing
my thoughts
and
stirring
my emotions
and
touching
the
very core
of
my being
and
my heart
and
my soul
forever!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 12, 2018 (Short-Line Free Verse)
The Red Cross tells me there is nothing to fear, and no harm.
However, they are sticking an awfully big needle into my arm.
This organization is happy to get a donor like me.
After all, I have the rarest type which is positive AB.
I have to lie on a table horizontally
as my crimson liquid goes into the bag rather slowly.
The nurse says I am done, and she extracts the needle carefully.
Holding my arm with gauze, I feel a little dizzy.
I get up from the table rather lethargically.
They offer me all I want of doughnuts and iced tea.
Here I am with the Red Cross in Pennsylvania.
How long will my blood take to reach the Count in Transylvania?
Jungle to Jungle
Layers and layers of lush, razor-sharp, green foliage, providing, equally perfect habitats for multitudes of species exotic. Host to panthers, pythons and multifarious arrays of life yet unknown by man. The sundry lot a’ top the food chain to the tiny jungle mouse low on the hierarchy…
animal kingdom
survival of the fittest
whence left undisturbed
Cross the bridge mistaken for familiarity and entrée’ asphalt territory. Layers and layers of human dwellings built vertically and horizontally one on top of the other. Attractiveness denoting socioeconomic status. Undergrowth thick with history. Yet, who is your neighbor! Most times a mystery. Lowly is the mouse in both settings…
of human species
attributed to their wealth
live comfortably
Animals hunt to live, while humans hunt for sport. Nature alerts its inhabitants to danger through sounds, smells and instinct. Metropolises hide their red flags so easily through normal chaotic interactions and the flawed idealistic, the Just, who still hold on to the belief of basic human morality. Need we take a lesson from nature’s jungle to the concrete jungle?
humans bare conscience
so should yield more harmony
no apparently
SunshineWilliams
A boob man I could be.
Yours do titillate me,
so jiggly and bouncy.
The two of them and me,
a love triangle we.
But your butt's what sends me
skyward. My ecstasy
comes when I get to see
that vertical cleft be
creased horizontally.
Those two mounds' little 'v'
that sits like a cherry
on a Sundae ought be
against some law. A 'Pee-
ping Tom' it entraps me.
Odd parts entice. Dimply
knees charm, and those curvy
flanks get me all squeezie.
But you bent overly;
Wow! That's pure poetry.
*2nd place in F Hererra's contest 'Erotica' 11/30/11.
Your body smiles at me
so let me reciprocate the inviting gesture
with the natural gifts of arousing pleasures
well presented in erotic packages.
My curiosity is unfairly punished
by your hypocritical skimpy skirt
flashing the flesh so systematically and hiding them again
in a glamorous tease.
Your semi-circularly exposed glands
canopies me into a hypnotic boomerang system
where I create a mood of ecstasy in you
and at the same time, covet its blessed beam of radiant sweetness.
Let’s play naughty my dear and act so crazy sweetheart
with gentleness and manliness, I’ll navigate your front side
and then take care of your behind with wittiness and craftiness
My hands just want to go under
squeezing your outside, rubbing your inside;
touching all softness and ‘tongue-ing’ all openings
tearing off your covering and creaming your exposed holy Grail
with my saliva, from head to toe
wrapped in your wholeness, skin to skin
and preserved in the mid-temperatures of our slickly contacts.
We’ll be a fitted match
same measured length, horizontally well placed
burst for burst, groin for groin; lips for lips, breath for breath
eating each other up and yet dangerously unsatisfying
not letting go until even our souls are sored
with this affectionate tempo.
Our constantly bending limbs
will equal all hovering and meandering
and with every of your holes, so greased
ready for my artistic play and penetration
we stay captive to each other’s sexual outpour
and gain much enjoyment
in the irony of our butter-lotioned crys.
How did America declare its independence day,
A successful war which gained America's freedom against England.
A war fought with sacrifice. It conquered it's freedom July Four Seventeen seventy-six.
It has been celebrated for two hundred forty-one years
A long battle fought against England after the Revolutionary War.
A feud amongst two countries to secure our homeland.
The no taxation which began to cause tension and chaos amongst settlers and British.
Over laws which many disagreed upon.
Upon many riots, many tossed tea over the sea.
Later became known as the Boston Tea Party.
During seventeen seventy-three.
In honor of fourteen colonies
America shot its ammunition fourteen times loudly.
Every American knew it was in honor of our fourteen established Colonies.
Even then Americas flag only had fourteen stars
Which represented each state in America.
Two hundred forty-one years later.
Americas flag now has fifty-one stars
Americas flag is red, white and blue.
It has fifty-one small stars on the top left corner
All in a roll inside a small rectangle
The background behind the fifty-one stars is blue
On the right side of the fifty-one stars, the flag has medium size stripes
The color of the stripes are white and red
They play a pattern which follows red white red white horizontally
A flag is placed on a pole so it doesn't touch the floor
Every star represents each country.
The white house even has a memorial place for every fallen hero
Many do not know Americas Declaration of Independence wasn't signed
On July four Seventeen Seventy-Six.
The declaration was signed after each voted in favor of Richard Henry Lee
The actual date it was truly signed was on August two seventeen seventy-six
Two months after it conquered its freedom from Great Britain.
America celebrates its independence day annually to celebrate its victory against Great Britain.
8/8/16
Always grew up in poverty
Moms rented the space and property
At times we struggled and seeing her in pain always bothered me
Honestly
I thought about doing robberies
Because I wanted to bring in more broccoli constantly
Even if I never possibly
Had a chance to ever win the lottery
But I knew that would probably
Break her heart apart, which was wrong of me
So I tried to do it responsibly
And properly
But I haven't really hit the mark, due to too much monotony
Does it make me crazy?
I don't know maybe
It's all good in the hood
If you don't ever want to accept my apology
I'll just continue on my odyssey
Treating others with respect and equality
As I move vertically and horizontally
I've worked with a fair share
Of commodities
But never mahogany
To tell you the truth, I've always had an interest in archaeology
And so many other things including astrology
In space there remains anomalies
Amid a galaxy full of objects moving at high speed velocities
Scientists using newer and better technology
With excitement and curiosity
Looking to find some kind of new life form or colony
By: Dalton Ogletree
The Potato expanded to fit the Couch,
Bathing in the light of the God of Radiation,
A many hued attack on whatever senses remained.
Froth overflowing from his beer and his brain
Machinegun-like channels blasting and caressing
He sank back, understanding but not grasping
At all the dangers, all the time never to return.
Except in late night re-runs, in a double wasted memory.
The weather changed in a moment, but the temperature remained the same
As snow and mush bored into his ears, non-compos mentis
Horizontally composed, his sole exposed to the white idol...
His dreams and nightmares continuing endlessly, a god of his own creation,
And demise.
T HERE
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R APING FREEDOM
R UINING THE LIVES OF
O F
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I NNOCENT PEOPLE
S AVAGELY
T EACHING
S UICIDE
Eric (and sometimes not)
*In case this does not display correctly, you have to read the word TERRORISTS vertically
and then read the rest horizontally to see what the word means*