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...

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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...

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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...

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Jaded love, deepened wound weeps
    Theater dark, actors vanish
        No encore no ovation 
            Flowers lay dying......

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Through Jaded Eyes you see the world, 
and everything in view.
But see you weren’t like this 
when I finally had 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...

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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...

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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...

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anticipation
always exceeds reality
water flows downhill...

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eagles' jaded flight-
submit to winter’s lean scrapes….
sparingly content

resting after a fill-
eagles observe frozen land….
awaiting warm sun

sluggish tide retreats-
leaving a cold meatless beach….
more eagles searching

Copyright © 2010  By Caryl S. Muzzey

Fifth Place Winner ~ "Bald Eagle” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire 
Nov. 9, 2010...

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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...

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