Best Judged Poems
Condemned And Judged
Why is it so hard to say what I am feeling?
Others decides what I can say
What I can do
Who I am
My life is not up to me
I am condemned for my thoughts
Judged for my ideas
Ideas that have to remain unspoken
Not allowed to express myself I stagnate
Thoughts and words rot in their own Hell
Dark and black
The stench of dying thoughts fills the air with a grey-green mist
Even in poetry I am scrutinized
Judged by others who do not know me
The poetry is too dark
That poem is too light hearted
Nothing is right
Nothing is wrong
I wonder who they are.
What gives them the right to voice their opinion?
I don’t know
I may never know
I hate them and what they have done
But there is nothing I can do
Nothing I can say to free me from them
So I will wait
I will fester and I will stagnate
Rotting in a world of drab grey
Until I can be free and express myself
And in that moment I will be happy
judge, or being judged
many a voice, choice'ly thinks
misinterpreted
.
All these years she envied me,
she envied my looks,
the way I walked,
the manner in which I talked.
My courage was envied,
my strength could never be toppled,
her dream for me to fall,
was crushed as I stood tall.
From afar I was watched,
not because she cared,
it was a jealousy that took hold,
like a madness when one seeks out gold.
We don't even know one another,
yet she blames me for her life,
she is guilty of a lot,
there are secrets she keeps locked.
Pitiful is the only word I could mutter,
as I see her from afar,
out shopping one day,
I did not stay.
I feel sorry for her some how,
as If she was ever worth it,
maybe I should give it a try,
never, no never will I.
Maybe someday,
maybe someday,
no way,
no way.
I was in hurry
did not drop coin in bowl
And beggar judged
I was pauper..............
I was rehearsing
in make-up for beggars dialogue
And dropping coin passer by judged
I was beggar........................
I was wiping my tears
hearing good news of moms recovery
And relative judged
I lost my mom.................
I was laughing alone
in mental hospital on old joke
And hospital inmates judged
I was insane.................
I was holding trophy
won by son in sports
And media persons judged
I was winner ......................
I was holding hand-cuffs
of police friend busy pissing
And all in toilets judged
I was criminal............
NAUGHTIEST ........
I was in brothel
To retrieve drunk friend
And other friend judged
I was having fun.....................
© Hitendra Mehta
For Members Contest – “Here comes the Judge” by Joe Flach
Somewhere in the distant rays of light
There seems to be clouds gathering
In ways that utters the daring one
So he walks in the soft brushing grass
That is still moist from the morning dew
So many hours have passed still that feeling is true
Maybe because the sun's presence could only be felt far
The heat parades in the rear of the door
Whose spine is spiraling ideas
Of possibilities, of clues, of unknowns
She feels the energy pulling her
Elegant and her long hair styled back
She continues her walk of dreaming large
Following the shadows of tomorrow
Braving in the eyes of today
The hiding keyhole accumulates dust
Surreal like the clouds, a light accretion
One overcast, one a questionable hole
She feels, he feels the seen
The mind an unseen scene
The mind plays the blank belief
standing
upon the edge
you can look far and wide
but you cannot take another step, lest
you die.
extremes
not to esteem
precarious position
when the absence of balance kills
vision.
cinquains © 06.04.12
Imagine that you die,
Then
The day of your judgment comes,
No, you are not judged in secret
But
You are judged in plain view of all,
Your loved ones that have left
Before you:
Grandparents, parents, brothers, sisters,
Friends, your darling, your priest, your teachers,
All those who thought you were a great guy.
You are sitting down,
Not knowing what to expect,
Waiting
Hoping
Praying for
All to be over soon in silence, and the
Sentence to pass and get what you
Deserve
But
Instead, you see your whole life to appear on
The most amazing, huge and cyclical 3D screen or
Even better in holograms
That
Are as real as reality could ever be
So
Every instant of your life, uncensored, is displayed for all to see
Thus
All what you have:
Thought,
Said,
Done,
In every detail, is presented and nothing is kept secret,
Every good and evil thought, word, act will be on hand
So, everyone, of the spectators will become a witness of
Your whole life, your actions, your motives
Then
When all is over and all have seen what you have ever done
You will be asked to judge yourself,
To pass the sentence you think you deserve,
In other words
To send yourself to Hell or to Paradise.
I do not know about you, my friends,
But
If things happen that way, as I am afraid they are,
To hell I will send myself without second thought
For
I strongly believe that I never had any right to commit
Any injustice, no matter how small or trivial, against
God’s order!
PS: Forgot to tell you there is no way to appeal your case
But
Always there is the possibility of redemption, if the soul,
Truly and honestly repents, before God and men alike
And
Humbly asks for mercy!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 January 2016
"Illusions of Love"
Judged at every stage, condemned from the start,
Labelled and demonized—torn apart.
Mistreated, ill-treated, seen as a threat,
Running for safety but never safe yet.
Love, an illusion, elusive at best,
A dream we chase but never possess.
Mother, grandmother, lover, or wife—
All turn cold, cutting deep like a knife.
From society’s glare to the home’s dark gaze,
The criticism burns in a thousand cruel ways.
Words as a weapon, sharp as a scalpel,
Leaving us scarred, doubting our price.
How can we be good fathers, strong men of grace,
When the ones meant to hold us throw shame in our face?
Every embrace feels laced with disdain,
And hope fades under this unending pain.
The system is brutal, but what cuts even more,
Is seeking refuge in hearts turned cold.
Negative, bitter, vibrations that kill,
Turning love into poison, making joy stand still.
Judge, jury, executioner in every small fight,
Swift to emasculate, draining our light.
From living rooms to sidewalks, we’re stripped of our pride,
Nowhere to stand, nowhere to hide.
Mistreated, ill-treated, the cycle goes on,
The man disappears, and the boy is withdrawn.
Love becomes nothing but a dangerous snare,
A mirage in the desert, dissolving in thin air.
So when they ask why some of us can’t be good men—
Remember the shackles, the wounds deep within.
For a heart that’s been shattered by those it adored
Can never grow whole, when it’s always at war.
A moment, a glimpse
Was enough to make up your mind
It bears a gossip for your lips
My character harshly defined
With grime on my shoes
I pay less attention to my looks
Clothes within my reach is all I choose
Judged by the covers, like the books
On our very first meet
I smiled to you but lost your eye contact
You eyeballed me head to feet
Your hello had a tone of distrust
My accent, attracts dissent
You misjudge me if it is foreign
Always lost in the translations
Never rescued without a stereotype
Look into my eyes, and not my garment
Listen to my words and not my accent
Know me by the day and by the night
And you won’t judge me at first sight
Judge Not; Lest You Be Judged
Judgement preys on mankind’s weak,
The fickle-minded soul
Where ignorance and hatred peak
Begins the tragic toll…
Where stereotypes rear ugly heads
And lies become belief,
Where trust stays buried under dread
The world is left with grief…
Injustice follows damaged minds
Where better views are flawed
Biased vision taints one’s view
Cold hearts remain unthawed…
This cycle culminates in pain
And humankind’s demise
Such senseless acts full of disdain
Place heartache on the rise…
Let not these prisoners of hate
Destroy our unity
In time, these simple minds of late
Will face their destiny…
You and I can find the peace
The love that’s colorblind
These acts of cruelty must cease
Embrace all of mankind…
Submitting to A Strand 1070 Contest on 02/10/2022
In tattered remnants of life's final breath,
As the soul seeks the universe out,
And leaves the body from its dark soiled death,
To find the answers of its Earthly doubt.
It carries its deeds in a shadowed form,
Revealed to the souls who have gone before.
Duly weighed and measured they inform,
And judged by its creator forevermore.
It is there eternity can be found
Whether the scales gave you blessings of light,
Or casts your soul to burn with demons crowned,
To separate and to never reunite
Justice is weighed by your own measure
You are your own curse or your own treasure
contest..Where do you think you'll spend eternity
9/9/15
How well have I been
judged by Fate and Time
I dare not say to praise
engrossing grey
Wherefore I'm lent to
weariness in prime
The years of rested
dreams, myself decay.
A pile of bones replaces
youth's vigour
O'er woes upon regrets
of parting-meet
Memoirs of days behind,
the years devour
And grind in tend'r-less
soft'ning, bit to bit.
What shall remain o'er
couple years ahead
I dare not consider,
deflower or think
Lest grief unto my heart
is spun and spread
And fast into infinity, I
sink.
I shall return to tell my
ev'ning years
If infinity, Fate or Time
outwears.
Where does she go from here another town
where no one knows her haunted past or will
it follow her like the death weeper that not one
of us can ever escape for her he is always there.
He can be a welcoming site sometimes he came
come to take her than she would know that all
she had been through would come to an end.
There would be no more explanations she would owe.
They would say I like you to get what they could
from her, saying if you need me I will always be there,
but no one ever comes she is left sitting alone.
They fear her for things she had no control over
her past of being in a Satanic Cult was not a baby's
choice her parents made that choice the things she
did she saw was them it was not her heart she was
always so afraid but new better than to open her
mouth so she grows and decides at 49 years old
she had to get away from this these 'monsters' who
say they 'kill, maim, sacrifice' in the name of Satan
the 'god' they followed well she didn't choose it
she was born into it so now she leaves behind all
those innocent children, her children she was forced
to have, her Aunts, Uncles all the 'Family' she knew
was left behind that day she walked away she has
no regrets for that because in doing so she has
found her true Father God her Savior who she had
feared so many years before that day.
She is judged now by the innocence of mankind that
thinks that because her past was that way she will be
that way too but she can no longer take it the looks
they give her she feels like she is an insect being
examined through the telescope eyes always watching
for her to mess up her words always being taken
out of context so she has decided to be alone to shut
the world outside out to keep her words only on
paper her thoughts her feelings only within because
she knows now nothing she has to say is important.
"Why do you stand and stare,at that girl over there? So judgemental,and oh so cruel,you have no right to ridicule! CNNshe looks so diffrent,she stands out,you have no right to point and shout,just remember she has feelings too,that girl over there oneday could be you! She has a story of her own,behind that smile she stands alone,why dont you approach her,why dont you say,hi how are you and hows your day"....
Two men were standing in a public park hugging each other, with their heads lying on each other’s shoulder.
A man and his wife passed nearby saying: “You guys make me sick. Just because you won the right to get married doesn’t mean you have to flaunt your abhorrent behavior in front of everybody else. Take it to a room and get your disgusting sin out of my face.”
The two men broke apart, said something to each other and then walked in different directions; one slowly away from the couple who had spoken and the other towards the couple.
As the man approached the sneering couple with contempt in their eyes and hatred in their hearts, he gently said: “That man just received word that he has terminal cancer and has less than one year to live. He is not sure if he has the strength to tell his wife and children his sorrowful news. I am his priest and was merely trying to comfort him. You two need to re-evaluate your feelings toward your fellow man”.
He walked away with a tear in his eyes, for several reasons.