Best Ignominy Poems
Two thousand years, a tragedy is past
Yet it's history still leaves us aghast.
On a night, dreadfully dark
A volcano erupted, leaving it's historical mark
Mount Vesuvius erupted in 79 AD
The first recorded in all of history
The entire city of Pompeii
Defiled and buried that fateful day
On written account of a man named Pliny
can we view this volcano's ignominy
A city in which artist and poets did reside
Everything was not lost, the day all died
In centuries after, excavation has commenced
The city of Pompeii, antiquities recovered since
The House of the Tragic Poet, one of many unearthed
I will tell you about, from it's peristyle to hearth
Elaborate mosaic floors, frescoes on the wall
An inscription in Latin, from a dog guarding the hall.
The atrium filled with with Mythic Greek nudes
From the peristyle Achilles to be sacrificed exudes
Art along the east wall are of Achilles and Briseis
and the tragedy of Helen and Paris, all cherished
About the entire house, a living poem depicted
Along with words, owner, an artist addicted.
Two thousand years ago, this home was owned
Loved and nourished by a Popeiian unknown.
The House of the Tragic Poet
If you saw, you would know it.
A. Green
Categories:
ignominy, city, house,
Form:
Couplet
Memories of the good times
Haunts me back to reality
Thoughts of the dreams and promises
Like a gust of wind
Everything gone
In the wake of a new beginning
The past latches on
Feeding on my hurt body
Toying with my mind..
Realization of my mistakes
Hit a brick on me
Oh why did I trust you?
Why did I love you
Nothing matters here in this game
A game of unfair turns
I trust you
You break me...
Is it all a Hades' curse?
That burns me with its hate?
The pain you offered
Had me breathless...
The stab to my heart
Killed the belief in you.....
Too hard to retaliate
The venom you spat
The ignominy
It was all just a play...
The mask you wore fell off
You're demonic side welcomed
With a devious smirk
The brawl has ended
And you're savouring triumph
Defeated and weak
I limp my way to the dark
Rivulets of tears showering...
The weight of friendship
Off my shoulders..
With a wave of my numb hands,
I say,
Goodbye Dear Friend..........
Categories:
ignominy, absence, best friend, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
"Sharp Nibbed, Diminished"
Ignominy, cries softly ...
When the ground swallowed him
When life imploded inside
When the little girl cried
At that moment life died
When his heart broke
When all words dried
When his tears cried
the second time spent
absent love wept
willows drowning dreams
turning pages slowly
a life boat floating aimlessly
sharp-nibbed oars
beak-like bleeding
dipping feathers
into a black sea
heart shark-bit
calligraphy
diminished
forgiveness
writ.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
https://youtu.be/tKVvMiPDG20
Speed of Sound (Slowed & Reverb) / Coldplay
https://youtu.be/WIF4_Sm-rgQ
"Hallelujah" / Buckley
“All that noise, and all that sound
All those places I got found
And birds go flying at the speed of sound
To show you how it all began
Birds came flying from the underground
If you could see it then you'd understand..."
LYRICS/ "Speed of Sound", Coldplay
https://genius.com/Coldplay-speed-of-sound-lyrics
Categories:
ignominy, fate, journey, life,
Form:
Free verse
Reckless flirtation:
The lingering sweetness of wine hindering rationale
as lips engage greedily;
heated breath intoxicating drunken senses even further.
Desire for exploration heightens arousal for the taboo ~
revealing an innate urge to satisfy the hunger within.
Casting aside caution in an attempt of sustaining entrancement
enables pursuing flesh to connect in frenzied abandonment;
propelled by an ache for release necessitated by instinct.
And in the aftermath,
chilled by impetuosity still moist from the volume of thirst ~
two souls waiver in the realization of their actions,
as silent tears of ignominy wash blame from their wringing hands....
Categories:
ignominy, angst, loss, passion,
Form:
Free verse
In the back of bars,
Places my soul Shouldn't
Be.
But isn't this an
Altar, just like the
One you worship?
Differences and
Similarities are
One in the same.
Ignominy, and I
Smug your face
as you do mine.
Soon we'll waste
Away and forget
We even had this
Ridiculous Discourse.
Categories:
ignominy, angst, dark, slam,
Form:
Free verse
The Tsar
Bronze Titan, the Leviathan
our Empress Anna's child
borne incandescent from the pit
Tsar Kolokol I'm styled.
Stand inside me, hear your voice
for thou shalt not hear mine
intended once for time of war
not praise to the Divine.
Such arrogance a curse since led
to each of us, the three
by God's command to never hang
and mark the centuries.
Both forged in fire, destroyed by fire
their fate my brothers two
their skins and souls redeemed once more
to fashion me, anew.
Unknown, too, their ignominy
was forged into this shell
and I too returned to the pit
the third dark Angel fell.
Colossi for four hundred years
exalted now I stand
for everybody knows of me
although I never rang.
For Contest 'For whom the bell tolls', sponsor Debbie Guzzi
July 28th 2015
Categories:
ignominy, music,
Form:
Rhyme
Dementia has taken hold of my mind.
There is nothing, my reasoning controls.
Sorry for my demeanor.
I don't mean to hurt anyone.
Its paralysis of my thinking mind.
Please forgive my deeds.
They are insane and unkind.
I did not know that my subconscious mind,
Can take control.
I hardly remember any event in my life.
There are some, that I recognise.
Just the deeply etched impressions.
Most of the time, I am not me.
I became somebody, I do not know.
I cannot even wish, that my will to live, will end.
My reasoning is demented.
I wish that they are not so unkind.
My loved ones suffer the ignominy.
If I had my senses intact.
I would have rewritten history.
It’s a shame that in this 21st century.
There are no solutions for this bane.
Euthanasia is not prescribed by law,
Nor can I self destruct.
There is no justice from above or below.
Just feel I am suspended in time.
I cannot imagine what I can’t.
I cannot express what I want.
No guilt no shame,
what wrong have I done,
To exist in this parallel universe.
Categories:
ignominy, dark, depression, universe,
Form:
Free verse
The summer winds caress my skin.
Teardrops like squeezed lemon drops spill.
A joy ride down my cheeks.
Joy emancipated from sadness speaks
Splash, it splatters on the ground.
A crown like structure in slow motion seen.
Life cannot tarry, to embrace.
A little care, a little concern.
Love needs constant care.
But life is too busy looking fair.
A day has no divide.
No night or day defined.
Just doing my best, looking good.
My life is a unread book.
Money power within my fist.
Dreams are within my reach.
If only I can purchase my vision.
Like when I was a kid.
As a kid my prince swept me off my feet.
Was Caressed and cuddled and spoilt.
My dreams retold before I sleep.
I slept peacefully cuddling my dreams.
Knowing, I was within the reach, of his powerful arms.
Always there to break my fall.
Growing up was so swell, so much fun.
All my passions like roller coaster ride, up and down.
Teenage trauma like actors on a stage.
Well scripted parts Played.
Dialogues written by likes of Shakespeare in his plays.
Memories kept in my notepad archived.
Password protected from curious minds.
Visiting the saloon as often as I could.
Changing fashion to suite the current style.
Movies, picnics, sleepovers and dates.
Boys will be boys, society said.
I was strong enough to defend myself of their carnal need.
And time passes by defining my fate.
Now I am a grown up woman in full bloom.
My career well defined.
Insecurities in this world of Patriarchy everyday face.
Lewd remarks of macho fashion brace.
Learnt to brave these obnoxious moments day after day.
My moral fiber strengthened beyond grace.
But somewhere, deep within myself there is this void.
Need for love of a different kind.
The warm embrace of arms to comfort me.
Strength of arms to catch my fall.
Nimble fingers to caress and cuddle me.
A kind voice to strengthen me when l am weak.
A gentle voice that can whisper words of love.
A heart that can love me for what I am.
In books and movies have known of this type.
But in real life, I doubt, I can really find, that kind?
If, I should wait..? I don’t mind the wait.
And suffer, ignominy of society.
Do I follow the doctrine of natural selection..?
I don't think so..! My heart and soul have a mind if their own.
And so it shall be.
Categories:
ignominy, how i feel, woman,
Form:
Free verse
Apostrophe
A derogate demons asperity
Calumniate my integrity
Malicious deceit
Holding no truth
Held on to nothing!
My inglorious ignominy
Your repulsion Satiate!
Nauseated glut unsensual sodomy
Surfeit and salt in nasty infected cut
Given dichotomy
Or burdened with great weight
Tarnished, libel. Stuck in a rut.
Nothing left
Appellation stained – Tainted mendaciously
Verbal hate – Eat the flesh
Minstrel blood mixed with sacred semen
There’s nothing left – except for fire and this acrid demon
Categories:
ignominy, angel, candy, conflict, dance,
Form:
Free verse
My New Poem, Raw and Uncut
Oh What a day
Oh What a day when black people stop pray
Pause and realize where their horizon lay
Where the pastures are green, yet remains unseen,
What a day when we look in perception
and see the path that lead to today ,
yet we keep reliving the past
the ignominy of a bygone day.
Oh What a day
when we clear the path
of delusional ideologies and alien songs
Home is where the heart is
But in Africa, Humanity began
Oh what a day
when we see our purpose,
That from the cradle, the creator blessed us ,
not conceding to the thought, he cursed us.
Oh what a day
when our leaders
plants the seed of economic sufficiency
than clearing the path to cooperate greed.
When will our leaders in the west indies
Revisit our history and shine a light
To our glorious African history
That’s kept from our sight.
Oh what a day, when we hang our wall
An image of our creator
Blessed with the dark shades of the sun
Telling the truth, of how it began
Not reflecting what its never been
Oh what a day,
when we learn to love,
our African brothers despite what is said.
West Indies may be your homeland
America and others are a part
But if you are a blackman
Jamaica may be your homeland
but keep Africa in your heart
The motherland,
your primary thought.
Oh what a day
When we see the light
And know the meaning of life
That regardless of material things
There is a glorious life
In sharing, caring, preserving life.
Oh what a day
We don’t need no gold or diamonds rings
No motor cars, no air plane, none of these earthly things
For the riches that the earth possess
Even if you are a poor man , they are priceless
And if you are a rich man, they too become useless
Oh what A day, when the angels sings
And cashes not, just to wear the bling
That steals the soul, and corrupts the heart
Costing life at an escalating cost
Oh what a day when we start again
And share the spirit that our ancestors had
The love of our mother, sister and brother
Where dad played his part ,
Getting the harvest, bold and strong
Defending the virtues of the mother and Motherland
Oh what a day,
when the daily propaganda, no longer influence
Because we have taught the youth
Home is where the lesson is learnt
Righteousness the only path
For human coexistence,
We need a kind heart/
Categories:
ignominy, adventure, allusion, black african
Form:
Free verse
Against all odds by Phuti Morifi
Breaking it loose from the toughness
Moving the mountainous stones not slipping trough the rocks
Walking a thorny road barefooted and ignoring the bleeding pain
That’s where it all started
In a small world beneath my breast there is a beat
Everything appear very slow and limited
It seemed useless to keep my faith
it seemed doomed to keep dreaming
But against all odds i am grateful for all that i have
I feel the braveness whenever the world see the ignominy
I feel ease whenever the world see the sadness
I smell the greatest aroma whenever the world smell the smoke
I move whenever the world see me neutral
I look around my grace everyday when i open my eyes
I smile at my reflection every time i see my image
I pause and watch see the solidity in me
i feel the best out of my toughness
I can break it all loose in my quietness
i can break it all loose in special sadness
i can open the darkest cloud with my faith
i can open the locked doors with my believe
I am given the authority to break all loose whenever the world get tough
I am given the authority to believe in what i see and feel within me
i am authorised to fly where ever i want
i am authorised to move whenever i feel
Against all odds nothing can stand before me
Againts all odds nothing can take my keys
Against all odds nothing can stop me
Because i am the manager, the Clothe President
Just say the leader in my life
Against all odds nothing is ever impossible
Categories:
ignominy, anger, cheer up, deep,
Form:
Free verse
She was walking naked
On the river bank
And in her hand holds the revenge dagger for honor
Ah! If she knows
How this dagger screams?
In her pregnant hand with ignominy
But what is the avail of that?
Dagger stays a dagger
Dagger is the color of blood
In her handgrip
Becomes a rose
Dagger becomes a greater saint
My lady
Don’t care
Life is naked trees
And naked mountains
And naked tears
And naked hearts
In a naked night
But are there dumb eyes?
Are there blind feelings?
Are there deaf birds?
And is there an Honorable dagger?
Revenge for a prostitute devil
Categories:
ignominy, life, woman, women,
Form:
Free verse
IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXXII
IF ever I had a country with or without nationality
And if ever I were elected or nominated Chief Patriot of this God-forsaken mis-carriaged country
And if ever my country - minus the nation - were to be on the verge of being invaded by other countries which religiously subscribe to the notion of " God-bless-us-first " in all exclusivity
I would make it the point of utmost urgence to challenge such insolent uppity countries on their concept of nationality by tabling a motion on the definition of patriotism as opposed to that of nationalism in the United Nations General Assembly
All at the risk of being expelled from that august self-effacing ineffective body and my own blasted country in utter ignominy
And I'd command all patriots to take up arms against and shoot at sight the back-thumping nationalists within my country for fear they may join hands with the invading xenophobic nationalists to enslave and throttle all patriots - y compris the Chief Patriot - in my dear old patrie
And this, even if I were to be unconstitutionally nominated Chief Patriot by all die-hard nationalists in within my own country
Even if I never ever had no country not legitimately sworn in at the United Nations General Assembly
© T. Wignesan - Paris, November 20, 2018
Categories:
ignominy, betrayal, patriotic, satire, slavery,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Purity of Purpose
The flag follows the trade
The hunger chases the bread
The logic follows no convention
The facts are amusing just as fiction
The doubts alone breed the conviction
Necessity is the mother of invention
The poverty is a disability
An opulence, a handicap
The ignorance is an ignominy
The knowledge, a money bag
An ambition is the source
Execution needs the force
The vision gives the clarity
The purpose lends the purity
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Categories:
ignominy, wisdom,
Form:
Sonnet
She was walking naked
On the river bank
And in her hand holds the revenge dagger for honor
Ah! If she knows
How this dagger screams?
In her pregnant hand with ignominy
But what is the avail of that?
Dagger stays a dagger
Dagger is the color of blood
In her handgrip
Becomes a rose
Dagger becomes a greater saint
My lady
Don’t care
Life is naked trees
And naked mountains
And naked tears
And naked hearts
In a naked night
But are there dumb eyes?
Are there blind feelings?
Are there deaf birds?
And is there an Honorable dagger?
Revenge for a prostitute devil
Categories:
ignominy, life, woman, women,
Form:
Free verse