Best Jaded Poems
The sting of shattered trust
fills his veins with toxic spite,
contaminating his heart.
He finds solace in a bottle,
quenching his resentment,
slurring forth caustic fumes;
nauseating his liver.
Until he spits her treachery up
with a sickening heave,
in the shallow, murky gutter
of a jaded man's reprieve.
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A harvest breeze invites the leaves
to shimmy on the tree.
In haunting song she sighs and grieves
as on her breath they flee.
They dance and twirl away from her,
sweet fragrance lingers where they were,
they dance and twirl,
they dance and twirl
toward the twilight of the year.
A gentle moonlight bathes the leaves
that lie upon the ground.
Her magic with them interweaves
in midnight’s silent sound.
They turn to gold from jaded green
beneath the moon’s cool waxen sheen,
they turn to gold,
they turn to gold,
and gild a graceful autumn scene.
A winter wind disturbs the leaves
as they so soundly sleep.
The tree’s loss, so the wind believes,
gives him the right to reap.
He whips them up and whispers low
that all the golden leaves must go,
he whips them up,
he whips them up
to clear the way for soft white snow.
The allure of mused poems,
No longer visits this nonchalant psyche.
It trickles now, once a roaring torrent
Now a lazy stream
Am like a desultory jaded heaven
Where starry jewels once decked the night,
But are now drossy shadowy blackholes,
And sparks and dreams,
Are ripped in the accretion disc.
No longer avid, but seeking meaning in the mundane.
No longer enraptured by the she said, he said,
And all that jazz, no iota of care; for trifling muses,
Their short goodbyes or critique, no not one,
Their infighting and bad blood, no longer,
No nuts to crack, nor rain to flush, no iota of care.
It was never about who is better,
Neither has it been nor will it ever be,
About any Magnum Opus.
Like doors closing and skies descending,
Each visiting muse devoid of ardor,
Oblivious to the yawning dawn,
Or the scent of sprouting posies.
Jaded, without allure or sheen
And devoid of all its lustre.
Maybe one day soon a spark will reignite
And reanimate this frenetic mused madness
But until then...
I remain adrift in this sea of trivialities,
Worrying about trifling stuff
Like ad blockers and AI opinions
And irked...
By their emasculating knowledge
Poem Of The Week(POTW) -9/15/2024 To 9/21/2024
Jaded by the put me downs
Justly feel my facial frowns
Jaundiced views debilitate
Jeopardise my feeble state
Penned 20 March 2017
Used qijue format
Jaded love, deepened wound weeps
Theater dark, actors vanish
No encore no ovation
Flowers lay dying...
Death is not death but a mask of great love
That protects us from pain in archived dust
Where vanity veils and desire dreams lust,
And the spirit's retreat is safe above.
Behind the mask like wings of woodland dove
A heart still beats, and footsteps break the crust
Of memory with shadows of her bust
Along the staircase of time and true love.
For love is eternal and cannot die,
Though a heart may pine itself bare to bones;
The soul that loves forever in the eye
Of God, a kindred spirit life enthrones.
The mask that fools the jaded mortal eye
Is but fickle flesh cradled on our bones.
ITALIAN (Sicillian) SONNET: abba abba cdc dcd
Love defeats I’m not brave
I can’t wait anymore
And I wish to be slave
And I gift you my core.
In my longing, I’m blind
And I’m losing control
I will ask you to find
My desirable soul.
In your vanity wave
Will you hear my last cry?
And I stand near grave
But I don’t want to die.
Give me your endless rain
Give me eternal sun
I’m escaping from pain
I’m so jaded of run.
Never lose what I gave
I forgot that I’m proud
Love defeats I’m not brave
But I want to be loved.
Looking after aged parents is taking its toll on me
Just need a little bit of 'me time' simply to be free
Time to sit and write poems under a shady tree
Or go down to the beach and paddle in the deep blue sea
Go out riding on a quad bike and have a little fun
Lounge in my bikini top and catch a little sun
Sit and drink a cocktail on a tropical beach
Hope this little dream isn’t too far out of reach
But anything is possible in my sleepy head
I’m off to relax and dream now in my comfy bed
Jan Allison
10th July 2014
Blithe fools traipsing through bleary hollow
Airy sprites in hovering tents shadow
Brooding sylvan fringe shrouding light with her swaying willow
Jaded beams peep through the crenelated steeple's window
Sprouting thickets bristling with spiny tendrils each step harrow
Creepy vermin frenetically scurry under foot from burrow to
burrow
A musty dampness shivers intruders; beneath feet liken's slimy
residual doth grow
Whistling winds hauntingly whisper a doleful strain
Ominous portent overhead; hoot owls continuously bleet their eerie
refrain
Perilous pitfalls surround; ensnaring cracks, crevices unwitting lives
drain
Poisonous foliage ensconses the beaten path distilled with its
potion of pain
Jagged course nearly run; wayfarers enlightened by each
cumbersome travail
Weary itinerants seasoned on nature's, menacing plain
Pensively treading the last mile over the rough, foreboding terrain
Someone to hold me tight,
To laugh all through the night,
That’s what I want most in my life,
To be a mother, best friend, and wife.
I want to know
That someone’s always there for me.
I want it to show;
Our love will live forever, unconditionally.
Sometimes I think it was not meant to be,
I was never supposed to be truly happy.
Because everyone I love just walks away;
No one in my life decides to stay.
My heart is full with love to give,
Just waiting for the one.
I want to sing, I want to live,
To dance out in the sun.
I lost a part of me a while ago;
That part stays hidden, I do not show.
I don’t open up so easily,
It takes some time to get to know me.
I’m afraid of getting close
Then getting my heart broken.
This is not the life I chose,
I leave things bottled in.
Sometimes so sad and I don’t know why;
All I want to do is cry.
I can’t forgive those that hurt me,
I just wish that they could only see.
The damage they have done to a child,
So innocent and pure.
Now heartbroken and emotions running wild,
So jaded and insecure.
Through Jaded Eyes you see the world,
and everything in view.
But see you weren’t like this
when I very first found you.
It sucked you in, this monster,
and it caused the world to pause.
It took our lives away
when it had trapped us in it’s jaws.
I wish we could go back
so we could both do things differently.
But the monster had us both,
and both had found ourselves diseased.
I fought hard to escape it,
but you had got the taste for blood.
Obsessed with getting high
no matter what it costed us.
I try hard not to fault you,
for I too, have played this game.
But my love for you was stronger
than some temporary gain.
Maybe I don’t understand
why you have never wavered.
You’ve hurt my Heart so deeply,
Now I’m sad, alone, and angered.
Perhaps if I should stoop,
and find myself once more a user,
Then I could not be mad
perhaps my hurts would then be fewer.
Once more we both are trapped again,
indulging in these sins.
We fight a losing battle
where this monster always wins.
The thing we failed to see though,
was that both of us evolved.
We replicate the monster
who had caused the harsh downfall.
Looking at each other,
do you still recognize my face?
For I am not so sure
our faces haven’t been replaced.
We spit such venom freely
As if sworn of enemies.
Our love cannot return
Unless we finally break free.
Our love has faded drastically,
And it seems there is no hope.
We’re marching towards the gallows.
Conveniently, bring our own rope.
We string each other up,
Ready to kick each other’s chairs.
We’ve come to kill each other
with chemicals to push us there.
A monster I’ve become,
not sure I even know my name.
I fear that there’s no turning back,
Or that I’ll ever be the same.
Your eyes become more empty
every time we play this game.
Tell me, are my eyes too?
I feel so hollow and ashamed.
Now clouds replace their light,
And it’s so hard to recognize…
ourselves and all that is,
while peering through such Jaded eyes.
In Youth, Oft Eyes Are But Dark Jaded Spheres
The Gods we adore in our youthful youth
Are just shadows we see before life's truth
In youth, oft eyes are but dark jaded spheres
That deny and guard against our deep fears
Wherein Life's stream veers in its steady flow
Bypassing so much mortals never know
As we journey into our fated fates
Choosing between light's truth and darken gates
Oft as a lost souls seeking that true path
Yet not seeing Time's decay and death's wrath
At mercy of forces as yet unseen
Never more than when racing on as teens
Those Gods laughing so loudly as we flail
Reveal they live within fires of Hell.
R.J. Lindley, November 26th, 1977
Sonnet, ( Tragic Reality Of Life, Youth And This World's Wrath )
Teal tiffany tears
Like stained glass
Cut face’s path
Trapping jaded joy
She went by the name of Crystal
Faded but straight as a pistol
Face showing the tick of the clock
Many times she had circled the block
Married twice but soon learned the rule:
‘Don’t tie yourself down to no fool’
Nose sniffing from snorting cocaine
Her crazy blue eyes pierced the brain
Distaining prim-prude social laws
Unashamed she displayed her flaws
Brutal truth often spit with a curse
Busting big-shots with her horsehide purse
Ex bartender, ex trucker, ex maid
Eccentric and caustic. Unafraid...
Smelling blood, she slashed like a shark
Yet her smile could light up the dark
*Loosely based on a lady I am proud to call a friend
anticipation
always exceeds reality
water flows downhill