Best Insane Poems
Somewhere between fallen flares
of an untouchable phoenix~
and the nostalgic red of crimson horizons,
I feel the amethyst embers of longing
illuminate rambling roses
that mourn within my hibiscus heart.
O beloved Love,
I long to be your tulip twilight
adorned with unfading mauve haze,
where green-gold scribbles of sunset
erase interlaced flaws,
to harbor blue-black mists
twirling above tides of tainted topaz…
and I will thrive amidst
storms of insecurities,
as the Swarovski Horse of Poseidon,
crystallized in resilient silver,
gleaming in glowing grace,
beyond dews of darkness,
shifting the aroma of pomegranate’s kiss.
There, peonies of peace
feast upon decadent delicacies
in the barren garden ~
flourishing with jilted jasmines.
I wonder, will these metaphors
woven across my canvas in perfumed ink,
speak the songs of my splintered spirit?
For the moon no longer sings
the melody of my soul,
and I refuse to choreograph
a diabolical dance for resentful ravens,
collecting twigs from tortured trees,
as the crescent smile
wanes into neon nothingness.
Yet while the witching hour beckons
skeletal remnants to rise
as celestial ashes,
I go insane, lose my incandescent light
that glistens in opalescent hues,
leaving my quill to suffocate in solitude,
unable to grasp the musical muse,
to stitch sorrowful sonnets
with seething synonyms.
O stringed sapphires
sailing above the meadow of melancholy,
forgive this coffin curse ~
it holds carvings of a corpse bride,
aching to be seen beyond the kohl shawl~
cloaking the frost-glazed silhouette,
weeping woeful elegies
while slumbering in the
amorous arms of Orpheus,
for in your absence, I cannot breathe,
and sleep screams
like a long-forgotten miracle,
needing an oracle to
alchemize a soothing potion…
So lay me down in a bed
of deep daffodils and thorns,
watch me plead for merciful rain,
to free obsidian tears of terror,
while my psyche bleeds
grammatical mistakes.
I am forever trapped in tremors of agony,
unable to reopen galactic gates
of euphoric escape,
so tonight I’ll let the torrents of torment
embrace inked insanity…
Insane
Defiantly I admonish you to just leave me alone,
Stop following me incessantly like a rowdy foe.
How forcefully must I tell, you've lost your soul,
Your sinister ways to love me I do not condone.
You shadow my presence everywhere I go
Blatantly invading every peaceful place I know.
Lurking around my private life in public places,
Posting online photos and ugly lewd messages.
If you're ever spotted at my kids' school again
You can be sure I will file a police complaint,
Quite often have I warned you to back away
Yet you keep treating me like I'm your prey.
One day you called my wife on a falls pretense,
Now you treat her like she's your best friend
Spreading lies intently to prejudice her mind
Encroaching on our daily lives in ways unkind.
You joined our church, though you live far away,
I hear you'll volunteer at school every Monday.
Now I am distressed by your manipulative ways,
Prompting me to take action to deter your sway.
At the height of insanity you finally lost control,
Quite appropriately you must soon pay a toll
As you sit in jail awaiting sentence for your crime
For you tried to hire a hit-man to kill my wife.
First Place
November 10, 2017
Stalker
Sponsor: Silent One
Have you ever gone Insane?
I remember the space and time
Where my mind liquefied
in-between chains of reality
That I had originally planted within myself
The only problem was that it wasn't watered
Nor ..nourished
It grew in the shaded and jaded filtered pictures of
the Sun's dying rays that I'd labled:
"I've gone insane"
Aside from the screams and voices, bellowing against me
Like the piercing winds that I mistook for comfort
Without permission, Grabbed hold and sunk their bloody claws,
Into ol' sunken me
The blood representing, "My apologies"
I've gone insane.
AND FOR SOMEBODY AS KIND AND SO HUMBLE AS I
I'd gone insane
Uncontrollable body and mind
I couldn't let the darkness win
Not this nor, next time..
So I raged
A war inside of me so painfully scorned and seared
with tears of the demons I've silenced in order to feel
Sane.
I don't think it would've mattered if I'd caught that rare bounty
Before it manifested, Bounty-less
For I'm not a mere coin in a sunken treasure,
I am the sunken treasure chest
3/3/18
I keep getting mixed up with this man called Insane,
People mistake me for him which is a pain.
Like I went to a club dressed in my underpants and shoes
They told me “The Gothic” is down the road this is the blues.
Dresses like that you must be Insane?
Well to tell you all that ain’t my name.
When I went to America on holiday
There I was singing away
Bomb bay bay bomb bomb bomb
Customs arrest me as if I did something wrong
They said to me “You either a terrorist or you Insane
So I shouted at them “That's' not my bloody name.”
Well you know ten years in Guantanamo Bay
Is the longest most uncomfortable over stay,
I soon adopted this character’s name, Insane
Before you know it I was flying home on a plane
But between you and me I am not Insane
Just read my other poems, you’ll see my real name.
© 2000
My colourful soul is seeping through my skin
But Ana is a beauteous monster
And I cannot stop letting her in.
Someone get a doctor,
She’s stuck inside my head
And if I don’t get her out,
I’m sure to wind up dead.
Her voice it makes me shout
And cry out in pain.
When I am offered food,
She makes me seem insane.
I am in her constant servitude.
Oh will I ever be free?
When will I escape
And bring back the old me?
I don’t want to feel sick
But I don’t want to gain.
So if I want to be a stick,
Then sick I shall remain.
30/04/2021
I don't know why it happened
It totally boggles my brain
I think my cat is loosing it i think shes going insane
I herd her meowing outside my back door
When i opened it she dropped a mouse on the deck floor
Why would i be boggled well to my surprise
This mouse wasn't dead it was very much alive
She looked at me like to say i brought this for you
Than she sauntered in to the house like she didn't know what to do
She laid out on the kitchen table like she was queen
Me still rubbing my head this is the strangest thing I've seen
I know she has shown sometimes she is not always smart
But never brought me a mouse that hasn't been ripped apart
I looked out my back door and that little mouse was gone
I looked at my cat and said now what the heck is wrong
Oh boy maybe killing that mouse would break my cats heart
Maybe when i wasn't looking my cat made a fresh start
Or maybe in that moment she felt she cared
Letting that little mouse go his life she spared
But really i cant imagine that
This is the same cat that brought me the rat
So here i sit with a boggled brain
wondering is my cat truly insane
It aches
Insanity – it is rich with light,
Ever lusher with shadows,
Dimly faded feelings, whispers
Welcoming the wars that come
To those who listen… it’s voice…
I know crazy
Crazy – it is like the wind,
Forever moving, never giving in
To sleep or silence,
Always flooded with sound,
Sound for those who listen…
It paints the heart in black memories,
Erasing the colors, the hues
Vibrant and rhythmic like a melody,
Sumptuous promises, poured out over,
The rising sun, as dewdrops tremble
On laughing petals, as the night fades
Into dawn…
I know crazy
It comes in many forms!
Crazy is the way a child loves a mother,
Who is always leaving, never loving, only going,
Never looking back…
Crazy is the way a silence forms inside the heart
Who knows the meaning of a panic,
That quietly floods the distance between faith and fear.
Crazy is the way the stars keep dancing,
Never silent despite the ghostlike darkness,
Who startles every dream…
Crazy is the way the ache inside never quiets,
The desperate yearning for a lover,
Who refuses love…
Crazy is the way a heart will break,
Even though its pulse is strong… its love is not wrong,
But the feeling has gone….
I know crazy, but I tone it down with the other thing I know.
And, I know it better than I know crazy…
God is great and God is steady.
He never allows my crazy to win over the hope,
Hope for everlasting peace,
Hope for eternal grace,
Hope for always – love that finds a way,
Even though crazy tries to wash the joy away,
Even though crazy tries to silence the amazement of this ordinary faith!
I know crazy… but I know even better,
The answer, the grace, the prayers for His embrace!
That Shania Twain
Drives me insane
She croons out the songs, “In my Car”…..
My glorified feminist is “SHE”
The ferocious female hunter
She knows when to be feminine
“Man! I Feel like a Woman!” is what gets her prey
Oh, Shania, “I’m Jealous!”
Confident of her sexuality
Yet, “She’s not Just a Pretty Face”
“Don’t be Stupid,” ….You KNOW women rule
Cause, hey BOYS….“I’m Going to Get You GOOD”
Yes, Shania, “You’re Still the ONE”
Who makes me believe
That I CAN control of my life
“From this Moment On”
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Favorite Lines of MINE:
In My Car:
But in my car--I'll be the driver
In my car-I'm in control
In my car--I come alive and
In my car—I am the driver--
Watch me now!
(I’m never as free here in Lebanon as I was in Cyprus…….Driving over a 100 Kilometers per hour…..Window down……..Wind in my hair……..Music blaring………IN CONTROL)
I’m Gonna Getcha Good:
Uh, I Know I sound serious and baby I am
You’re a fine piece of real estate, and I’m gonna get me some land
(FOR ONCE….MEN get treated like objects and NOT women!)
Man! I Feel Like A Woman:
The girls need a break tonight we're gonna take
The chance to get out on the town
We don't need romance, we only wanna dance
We're gonna let our hair hang down (OH HOW I LOVE TO DANCE)
The best thing about bein' a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun and
Man, I Feel Like a Woman (Sorry guys…There is NO feeling like being a woman IN CONTROL)
She’s Not Just a Pretty Face:
She is your waitress, she is your judge
She is your TEACHER
She is every woman in the world
She’s…not…just a pretty face
She’s..not..just a pretty face
She’s..got..everything it takes
She’s..mother..of the human race
She’s..not..just a pretty face
are you affraid of the dark ?
if you look outside what do you see ?
you'll see the sky's are blue ... the sun shining down on you
Now close your eyes ... what do you hear ?
do you hear the children laughing and crying ...
the gunshots and the sirens ...
breaking the silence ...
does it bring you joy ... or do you start to fear
now ... what do you feel ?
can you feel the cold makes the hairs on your back
stand up straight ... its like danger is near
you drop a tear ... cuz you didn't see it coming
the sorrow and the pain , its just too much to gain
as for the world of today ...it just remains the same
so nothing is new ...
the violence & poverty still running the game
and we can do nothing but sit back and watch
how we all go insane
NOT CONTEST BOUND
I used to know a poet named Lin Lane
she often walked in the thundering rain
one day she got a jolt
from a fierce lightning bolt
and now all of her poems are insane
A sub human waste dump named Pence
Has thoughts that defy common sense
And who wants this chump?
The assinine Trump
Who thinks with his rump so immense
What is something uproarious?
Her plan to be victorious
Who must to us speak
Since democracy’s Greek?
Hilarious Clintorius!
King George was feeling so sad
His doctors said he was mad
Despite his long rule
He just looked a fool
No wonder the poor man went mad
7th May 2015
Their Campaign Driving Us Insane
Are poor things about a political campaign;
They have seemed to be driving us insane,
And better yet;
Always forget;
Do not remember and lack ability to retain.
Jim Horn
Now over 7,100 total poems.
I arrive home and start to cuss
I've left my baby on the bus!
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