Best Improper Poems
Your feelings in a group of touring innocence
travel up North towards trust and sincerity
in sweet submissive care like a carefully rubbed suede.
You put day light into your entrapment
for noontide to go nonstop.
Caress from yonder, massage from under
your skirts make appetite nonchalantly mourn
your legs present so nutraceutical to manly weakness.
If your bones are licked by wild beasts
the jungle would be protected by the ghost of sweet affection.
If the rains fall through the planes of your body
vapours of lust and desires will spring out of the Earth.
Your expensive flare, expresses you as a needed nougat
sliding pleasurably though wet lips in a greasy enjoyment of noodles
with aroma and taste capping up a nouvelle cuissine.
Night is dead from your day-long engaging chemistry
making the aggression of your nubile emission
in ration to any attempted resistance an improper fraction
when the night's light strike your contrasting body
for the creation of a mobile image so dark and graceful,
nature will sit down beauty for a serious interview.
Categories:
improper, emotions, i love you,
Form:
Romanticism
As I
Soak in hummingbird’s exhale
I feel tragic sonatas
Trying to chain
Trying to crucify
My sedentary grip on instability
I smell the repugnant commoner
Blasting scattered shots
Against yesterday’s decent
I became the handsome error again.
The godfather of uplifting idle minds
Sedated within the bosoms of complacency
Because, indirectly, I was the inebriated screw-up
Immunized with community pride
As 420’d lyricists
Puff corrugated burns
To keep their spine
Fused in relatable,
Flaccid significance
They dodge flagrant accountability
Like an intentional cripple
And I
Slow dance with agnostic prayer
There would be no commandments
To remind me
That I am still beautiful inside
Beautifully flawed.
Beautifully demonized.
Beautifully improper.
Ugly.
Yet, Gaia’s sun empowers this stanza
To breathe better breaths
To see what refuses to be seen
And no longer accept what cannot be changed
I carve milestones upon gravestones
In friends’ memoriam, nevermore
It felt peacefully redundant to be important,
Chiseling away the vowels of animosity
Attempts to hold my hands
Within this ambidextrous nightmare
Right hand, red
Left hand, chained
Courteous disdain
For developing minds,
Their figure of speech
Meant no blissful harm
With their 40 lashes
Conjured by judgmental testaments
Oh, how they preach for better tomorrows
While stirring yesterday’s pot
Becoming the “end” in “friend”...
©D.J.E.
Categories:
improper, forgiveness, friendship, leaving, life,
Form:
Free verse
oh. dear. gawd.
another patently
meaningless
crush of stanzas, jam-packed with
adjectives and color words
straight from Roget's,
strung together in
strands of misuse and
improper context -
syntax-scraping adverbs and
prepositions dangled
at inhuman angles,
rushing in torrents to a
head-scratching conclusion that
leaves lips numb and dripping clear liquid,
fingers combing deep the
strands to tear out in horrid disbelief,
jaws left agape in
utter confusion and
hopelessness ...
it all settles like
brick-heavy clay in
the gut, that this vile destruction of
the English language and
its artistic forms -
this uneducated and
brutal bludgeoning of phraseology -
words replaced
willy-nilly by thesaurus-crazed maniacs,
(all for the sake of
impressing the masses
who don't know the difference),
is garnering dozens of
enthralled ignorance-is-bliss
comments, and placing
first in
contest-after-contest!!
how could any sane,
serious weaver of words
NOT want to blow
their freaking brains out?!?
the coronavirus pandemic
has been NOTHING
compared to the sickening
misuse of words
that flows on-and-on from public
poetry sites in crushing
waves of feigned
eloquence and verbal vivisection ...
could it be, perhaps,
that the circle writing ISN'T inane,
but rather a strangled striving
for the breadth of
non-linear orthography??
welcome to the
ultimate zero sum game -
the mangy monkey in the monkey
puzzle tree,
Schroedinger's kitty,
skinned and nailed to the barn house ...
fan-freaking-tastic ...
let's kill this clairvoyant clown,
quickly ... quietly ...
cuz ...
it. never. ends.
(lack of proper punctuation and capitalization very intentional)
Categories:
improper, angst, conflict, fun, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
"HUNGRY GAMES"
"I can’t find the words I want to say! “
Under the moonbeam and sparkling scattered stardust,
I can feel the dew, which surpasses through the night.
As I speak to you in tongue, this stale flavor becomes overdone.
A taste of what is behind them luscious ludicrous lips.
I finally ask!
“Do you not feel what I feel?
Can you not feel my heart hesitating and holding hectically?
Addressed with attach anticipation on your side!
It is my hesitation, to answer with, “Please?”
The dwelling night disappears, underneath my deepen darken days,
In which makes every day, another night to come.
The wondering and whining worsens a little more.
I ache for seconds more, than my mind begins to mend.
The mornings keep approaching fast, the silences breaks!
Shattered scattered splattered words, finally released.
You start to nurture up around your notable noble nearsighted eyes.
For I have starved, just about all I can take.
Master of this crying slave…
“Your perception burns, the prescription, of persuasive deception.”
Your inacceptable improper intention cannot heal me now!
Leaving an awkward awareness feel, which lingers to the lustiness’, lost inside of me.
With a wallow with a swallow, soaping and spiting the sight of you.
Meanwhile your thoughts focus on the painful pulsating pleasure.
You will unleash on me…
For leaving all the crummy crumbling crumbs under our silver satin sheets.
I will be smacking and snaking surrendering and yielding, yearning at your will.
Please Master Can I have another, Cracker in bed~~ ?
by;PD
Categories:
improper, food, funny, night, night,
Form:
Alliteration
You have disregarded instructions
Thus claiming improper deductions
Send money by mail
And IF you should fail
Your paycheck will suffer reductions...
“The hardest thing in the world to understand is income tax” - Albert Einstein
Submitted for: John Freeman’s contest
Categories:
improper, angst, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
He’s what we call a trouble
And often not just one but double!
A hyperactive kid with label,
That reads he’s restless and unstable.
Be patient, give him needed space,
Though fast, he doesn’t win the race.
Shrewd and brave, a daredevil,
With low concentration level.
His frazzled mind needs to express
But often ordered to suppress.
Those random words he has to say
Will choose improper time and way.
Show your love and understanding,
What he does wrong is rather random.
It’s not you but him, who’s bothered,
Being brushed away by others.
Don’t get angry in frustration,
Offer extra stimulation,
Let brilliant fast spinning mind
Have territory to unwind.
You will achieve the best result-
Praise, compromise but don’t insult.
If reprimand - in decent terms,
Wondering eyes calm after storm.
Give him another chance to win,
Wish to be 1st – his biggest sin.
Your great reward – his happy smile
Stays in your heart, it is worth trying.
What doctors promised, all came true
Efforts paid off, your son outgrew.
Not long ago his worn-out label
Turned into well-behaved, and stable.
Categories:
improper, child,
Form:
Rhyme
The giant beast grasped her in callused claws ...
Chaos swirled like the pupil of some evil eye
As scorched as the hems of an evening sky
The red of its piercings tread a bloody path
Like remnants, vermilion, of a wicked wrath
Cold crumbs of attachment, evermore awry ...
He brought her to his mouth, teeth shining ...
Dew dripped and froze upon the feral floor
Glistened with a magic that the stars abhor
Dark, dire poison giv'n as midnight's tears
So etched like an epitaph to bide the years
The crowning discernment of a carnal core ...
He paused a moment, as she fainted in fear ...
The black flame was licking at the sills of ice
One passionate potion with improper spice
Spilled, once it filled with the oft' killed time
As clocks suffered 'tocks', emulating crime
Oh, pride was the payment, a caustic price ...
The beast brought his lips to her and kissed ...
Tenderly ... then placed her on the golden altar.
This poem was written in July and N/A'd on August 4, 2020, in the "Strand Completely New ( 5 ) Any Theme Any Form" Poetry Contest
~ 1st Place ~ in the "N/A Rerun 10" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
improper, analogy, death, deep, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Give the people what they want,
let them have it quickly
The pot is on the boil,
hissing steam
Desires of an improper seethe
Angry thoughts on a roil,
the patience of diligence dissipating
Hurriedly, they the cast the peppery vote
For they all savor a king:
they alova his sweet, dainty speech
A savior king made of decaying flesh,
provides a nasty tasting
An unsightly welcome
to a feast of fools
Reaching clamorously for their
salty tongue tools
Their left hand holds the fork,
the right hand grips the knife
And belly growls
silver spoon demand
for the promised porridge
to be poured out more than twice
They have a gluttonous delight
for deceitful meat
The richness of the spice
gives the poor, ballot-starved souls
a covetous appetite
They say it don’t platter matter,
‘bout the color of the meat
But it seems the flavor tone changes,
when you turn up the heat
Give the people what they want ...
let them have it, poll quickly
Ever desirous for morsels of deceit —
Put a knife to the throat,
when that elected, grin ruler speak
Categories:
improper, perspective, political, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Goodbye is a feast finished
The last morsel down the hatch
Improper to ask for seconds
No aperitif to this lonely hunger
For every goodbye must be a hello
Even if no one arrives home
Welcome your darkness, don't go
My mistrusted companion
I forgive your cloying reach
Can you recreate human touch?
Let me be the one to say goodbye
Just to feel my forlorn space
Selfishly you take all the oxygen
Leave the left with a hunger for air
There’s no comfort in goodbyes
Better to say hello to re-gen
Goodbye to time with loved ones
Hello my solitary depression
Revolution brings me back to light
Goodbyes are a global constancy
Even without hands that feed
Goodbyes consume me with it all
A constant depression never satisfied
A hunger feeding on memory
Say goodbye to hello for now
Say goodbye from dusk to dawn
Twighlight is the start of a new day
Depression coming to hello's light
Categories:
improper, anxiety, good morning, goodbye,
Form:
Free verse
Let there be some distance
As day is far from the night
Brother from the enemy,
False from the truth
Freedom from the captivity!
Don't come so close
Where there’s only compassion,
The world of imagination,
Which is unreal,
Improper!
Don't come so close
Where the eyes are flooded with rain
The mind is burdened with memories,
Where grief seems to be yours
Darkness seems to be yours!
Keep some distance
From mind to mind
Eye to eye,
From gesture to gesture
From thought to thought!
Then life will be beautiful
Survival will be beautiful
Flood-free,
Stormless
No famine!
There will be no neglect
No wet eyes,
There will be no arrogance
Or rejection!
There will be no sad departure,
There will be no separation,
There will be no burnt relatives in the middle of the body,
No funeral arrangements among living people!
But still is it possible to stay away?
Is it possible to be alone if you want?
Someone comes in the rules of the world
Forgetting the distance and coming closer,affection!
Still can we stay away?
Categories:
improper, abuse, emotions, life, lost,
Form:
Rhyme
!! Attitude Change !!
A brand new day, fresh like blooming flowers
Taking the edge from the words you spray
Today I will praise knowing every day I learn to crawl first,
Watch you trip all over yourself when my foot is out.
I'll take the books you read, and scrape your eyes from all judgement
Like catnip, you can sit under my cat paw like a pigeon with broken wings
I will close my eyes, and use you like a walking cane,
See it to believe it, like burning rain
Cover you with a blanket, and teach you how to count change
Clear my mind from all opinions, shut you out from improper thoughts.
Water the oak sides and do break off any unneeded branch from your tree
Cut you like a flower, and show you how it is to stand out
Pledge the world clean, and show you the dirt falling from your face
Keep you in the shadows where you can't escape my flames
Enjoy the whispers, of my taunts that stain your dreams
In with the new, get rid of the old. ( ATTITUDE !)
.....
Categories:
improper, angst, inspirational, slam, spoken
Form:
Free verse
For days at a time there is nothing to eat,
There is no where to sleep.
Hunger is a social condition.
It is a horrible physical way of living.
It leads to malnutrition, famine, and starvation.
It is a plaque and epidemic in poor nations.
First off there is so many children and adults with improper diets or nutrition.
Hunger affects about a sixth of the world's total population.
Why can't we get together, and try to feed the poor,
If we all came together as a whole we can do more.
Let's pray poverty away
We have to make this dark cloud of hunger into a brighter day.
Due to hunger more than 1 die each second.
So to eat a plate of food now days is a blessing.
About 750,000 suffer from hunger due to financial restrictions.
So now I ask you how are we Americans living?
But if we were all well-fed,
Let us not forget about the homeless, because half of us go hungry to our beds.
Matthew 5:6 “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be
satisfied.
Categories:
improper, caregiving, faith, food, children,
Form:
Rhyme
I walked out today with a different dream than I woke up from
I went to bed last night with nothing but illusions
I guess it’s safe to say there is no freedom
Just when I thought I was free to carry my dreams with me
I awoke
They said the opportunities lie ahead
Yet further I walk, more barriers I climb
I thought I could take a stand for something
Something meaningful
That was before I realized we have no control like they do
We are contained.
Contained to a point where we believe everything they say
We only comply with their way
Cause we live on their turf
Bless it shall be the land of the free
Where freedom freely comes with a price
And Christmas if not white is no holiday
It’s their way or no way
Be blessed and stay blessed
Where gang is permitted when it only hurts the minorities
White-collar crime I hear, Is it colored white?
Or white colored perpetrated?
I rest my case
That would be improper for me to be improper
In these lines, I don’t condone any isms.
Let’s take a deeper look! Let’s dig deeper…
Look!
Nations and riches are built at the weak’s expense
Think! Who’s the weakest?
They tie you up with words, minorities, slaves…
While you shackle yourself and play the part
You’re blinded form the big picture.
So come buy your freedom,
And build what’s yours.
Categories:
improper, analogy, appreciation, black african
Form:
Free verse
Technological age.
Advancement of advancement,
Digital acceleration unlimited.
Gifted and pocketed,
This watch,
Dull dark silver,
True and tested mechanic,
Short and sturdy chain,
Analogue accuracy.
It fits comfortably in my jeans pocket,
Ages alongside my creasing lines with wear marks,
Time isn't well kept with its adolescent sporadic tock,
Certain to be set to be kept at a minute ahead,
I am directed to watch this future unfold,
While it clings to my pocket lining and present time,
And the engravings pull me back to the past,
You told me not to let this time pass me by,
As you held me tight before you passed me by,
And I never kept very good time like this
Fresh watch that sticks close to my side,
I cannot say that you were lost,
For the path you had set was more set than stone,
No improper implication should be allowed,
The wallowing whispers that beg me every which way,
They told me to go away from the very place
That I had interest to stay and investigate,
The stars sway with no stationary complaint,
Our night sky that's not so city bright,
Contains a dim white plate in-between its phase,
Much like my pocket of space it hangs,
A witless glow behind the cloudy night.
I am no more than I was except for a simple realization,
To look back and find I am not the same as I was,
Commonly known as growing up and moving on,
But I know I'll be happy in just a few short years,
Just glad I am not the same as I am now.
Categories:
improper, loss, love, time, me,
Form:
Free verse
Her love is virtue,
Closely knit their hearts mend each others broken pieces,
Like improper fractions,
God reserved his souvenir pocket watch to form this love,
With his alarm set for eternity,
This love is meant to last forever,
The slits barricaded in her heart are suddenly healed by his touch,
Dark heavy residue on his heart is cleansed by her beauty,
The friends on the outside say this is advancing to expeditiously,
Only if they could feel the high caliber of the shots fired by Cupid into our souls,
They could gain understanding,
Like the civilians joined by hands exiting the debris of the trade towers,
United we stand,
Together we overcome.
Categories:
improper, boyfriend, courage, girlfriend, love,
Form:
Free verse