Best Knifed Poems
Leaves of the Dead
Les feuilles mortes
They fall like dead soldiers
Dreams knifed in the dead of night
It is as yesterday
Once more
Where love was kissing my cheek
Where hopes had dreams
One could see the blossom of loves desires
Leaves falling in the park
Autumn coldness brings the dark
Death marching towards winters fate
Young love broken at the graveyard gates
Ah now I am holding a cane
I have all but forgotten yesterday
I have no lovers
My friends have all but gone
To their designated places in the ground
Piano keys in soft lit lounges
I remember the vodka stingers and sultry singers
Telling me life was jolie oh so jolie
If only there was love…
Leaves falling in the park
Autumn coldness brings the dark
Death marching towards winters fate
Young love broken at the graveyard gates
At 3am, with burnt cigarette butts
If only there was love
When the metro finds it’s unwitting end
Reality and cubes make ugly paintings
There are only drunks
Dreamers and bums
Thief’s picking pockets of your final instructions
Leaves falling in the park
Autumn coldness brings the dark
Death marching towards winters fate
Young love broken at the graveyard gates
If you can sober up and face the poverty
Of your empty aspirations of hope
Come to the bois de Vincennes
Where Kings and Queens danced and dined
What better place
To splay the butter
So that the knife slides smooth
Whilst the sun fades kissing the seine
Autumn leaves will fall
Dead again
Leaves falling in the park
Autumn coldness brings the dark
Death marching towards winters fate
Young love broken at the graveyard gates
Gangs are here
And their here to stay
Going about their day to day
Harassing me
Harassing you
Infidels in our Human Zoo
Triads, Yakuza
The Wild West
Terrorised townsfolk
With their gangland zest
Mafia, Nizari
Guys like Al Capone
Persecuted the innocents
Never leaving them alone
Identification through various ways
Communication
Street says
Tattoos, piercings
Dressed sense too
The Gangs of our Human Zoo
Members are many
In certain cities
Victimise the weak
Pick on the pity
These are kids
Of mums and dads
What makes them
Turn out so bad
Brothers, sisters
No questions asked
Shot and knifed
A Gangland task
It makes them no better
Than you or me
We are the difference
A different sanity
Had enough of fear of shock and awe, so let me say something now
Lest I get stifled of shut in, let there be some opening somehow
The fish of mind keeps growing in the ocean of thoughts moment to moment
By closing thought process how can you let it survive even for a moment?
It maybe good to wine and dine and have a good sleep
But anyone who’s devoid of concern is just like a sheep
You sold your freedom of body and mind just to feed yourself
You knifed your mind enough; let body suffer some pang itself
warmth
behind
this red door
soft flames touching
smiles of lamps and pillows' glowing faces...
but fiery words can slam the mad red door
anger heating
couple’s room
knifed words
rage
The Nefarios Scream
Camping in isolated lands of parks and creeks
Untold experiences of adventurous beauty
Nefarious acts eclipse joys of freedom
Blowing up cars to bar any escape
Tents knifed through in the darkness of the night
Wakening frightened sleepy eyed tourists
Throats slit of those who rebel and abuse
Serial killer chases the gutsy that escaped
Muffle the defiant eye to jab out screams
Clanging chains, barrelled guns, hammers et al
Adorn his barricaded blood stained dungeons
Adventures in foreign land turn uglier than nightmares
Destinations of destined stumbled into zones horrific
Families and lovers pine with unrequited inquiries
Investigators baffled over the ambiguous maniac
Who finger by finger tortured the life out of tourists
Exulting over his power of creating a world of zombies
A bomb he carried to blow up the next tourist van
Helpless travellers plea's rippled his blood
Slow and steady steps he came closer to van
An unseen rattler uncoiled rattling his next step
Hissing his breath away in the loudest scream
Balveen Cheema
September 20, 2015
Contest: The Dark and Twisted
Sponsor: Nathan D
I'm
A flirty young lady who went by the name Jane,
Every day a new beau, was insanely addicted, couldn’t abstain
On dating sites, she would spend her day,
Hoping to meet Mr Right, come what may,
Instead, knifed seven times police said, she suffered inhumane pain.
Under ghostly moon--
Bloody skeletons hang
Opening coffins
witches brew maggots in cauldrons
at the end of hooded dance
Shrieks from bleak alleys
Ruffle cobweb hairs
Medusa hunts for flesh
a shortening of pulses
mingles with children’s sweats
Pumpkin lanterns
expand knifed fangs
Loot bags ripping
from cracked windows of trickery
Halloween’s beat mounting, run!
*alternating 3- and 2-lines, traditional rengay
For Rusell Sivey's The Ultimate Halloween Contest
by nette onclaud
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meter-long knifed jaws
tyrannosaurus *rawwrrh* herd…
goodbye grazing field
feasting on life forms
if dinosaurs lived today...
i’ll eat them alive!
double haiku
P.D's Animal Poem Contest
In one quick flash, while humankind rests
poisoned rain devours, seething like burnt fume...
that all the world like raged Babylon screams
when Fourth Horseman, on a knifed eve, descends
shrouded by darkness, rider now earthbound
collapsing stars and trees on ghastly stead,
lungs haemorrhage in terror of night’s tide
found in Revelations once prophesized...
hoofs trample burnt flesh , spiked by death’s revenge
a time destined...a quest for greedy blood
that in roar of voices, church bells freeze tolls.
Divine One looks at His creatures, pleas from souls;
Mad horseman gallops away as Light spins
unto earth, promise of fresh beginnings.
Apocalypse Rising Contest of Poetess Darkly
Hunter of duskfall prowls with sensation
The craving of thirst awakens mortal lure
Enchanted by taste of flesh, a night’s potion
His shadow rises upon needs impure.
Enticing one prey, he offers sinful blessing
To consume blood’s feast, the sweetness of nectar
Another creature now part of the Hunter’s ring;
Both enshrined by moonlight’s conniving star.
Consumed by earthy hunger, fangs devour
As seasons feed on eternity’s quest,
Not knowing the woman of morning hour
Or sunrise’s flavor, gently possessed.
He wanders again scouring for luscious bite
Transcending centuries gothic and old
Slow lament of own death, a rabid plight
Enough! His knifed heart spurts, his wish bestowed.
Poems From The Vampire Contest
by nette onclaud
Sorrow tumbled into words, an antidote
When sobs choked; venom in the throat.
I hear in wrath, again, his disgusting gloat.
Follows, her muffled groans upon each smote.
In a while, she whimpers in an awesome note.
Probably, in pain, bearing his lusty frote.
I lay jack-knifed, as ever, a vain mote.
Tears overflow in such relations of fraught.
An unwanted witness I’ve been, still zygote.
Begetter that blessed me with love drought!
Who cares? My soul long for draught.
No more! I’m tired of being the scapegoat.
I pray to thee, free us of this cutthroat.
In time please, send us thy lifeboat!
Date:17/06/16
Placed 10 for contest Desperate Housewife by Poet Destroyer A (2/07/16)
Placed 2 for contest Sadness by Silent One (11/02/17)
I'm starting to think the starving poetist stands alone
As the barest, most creatively nauseous human
I'm starting to believe the whole face of poetry shifts my heart
More than the guts and bones of diction
The beautiful constitutes of poetic eyes beguile me
The muscle of words alone have a weakened grip
Poetry seems to be a locked door
The key which fits will turn the lock, you feel the release
Can you step inside though? Is the kerosene question
I’m starting to realize every stanza of poetry
Is a microcosm of the universe--elegant confusion
Organized in a confusingly lucid juxtaposition
I’m starting to recall that poetry is a magic pie
Looking appetizing, posing on the windowsill
Till knifed to find the berries unripe
The brainwashing of non believers has begun
backwards peddling parties on the streets
taking away all basic rights under a family structure
imposing ridiculous arguments hell bent within such destruction
This new age occult removes freedom of speech
where good values have become imprisoned facts
impaired visions caught inside the dark web
Judged by those promoting sinful acts woe behold
educational standards fall dramatically backwards
liars sit on the seats of the state's offices thieving clowns
spreading corrupt pagan literature this vulgarity shape shifts
The truth runs a red light and turns it green
fornicators stealing every humane virtue drunken louts
pushing a strange lifestyle foreign to the majority
tolerance has just jack knifed away from love
Equality has lost all foundations killing the innocent's word
when the temple of our Lord Most High Spirit
is shunned and burdened by man's awful silence
and complete disobedience each one afraid to condemn
what's wrong will never be right
yet they will never stand for what is right and just
instruct the ignorant has now become the policy under clouds
He died for freedom and the righteous cause of liberty.
He gave up his own life so others could enjoy liberty.
"OOH What a lucky man he was. OOH What a lucky man
he was.....Nobody could save him so he laid down and he died."***
The Short Story.*** "Oh What a Lucky Man he was."***
He died alone with no freedom fighters at his side. He fought
against slavery and oppression and to help liberate his fellow man.
But he was just another human, and an ordinary man. He was not
a professional solder or a police man. He witnessed danger around
him so he sacrificed his life for his fellow woman.
He died in an dark and dangerous ally way, trying the save
the life and the virtue of a young woman. Vicious hoodlums
instantly attacked and knifed him. The earth cried out in pain,
as it received the life blood of a young and noble man. Their
attackers also murdered the young woman, after robbing her
of her virtue!
A few days later their bodies were discovered by the police women and
the police man. He was given a hero's funeral for the courageous way
he died. He wasn't a pillar of the community, he was not important nor
gainfully employed. If the facts be made known, he was unemployed.
He never held a job in his entire young life. He was a drifter and a loner.
He lived and died a John Doe and she also lived and died as a Jane Doe. They enjoyed their fifteen minutes of fame upon their untimely demise. The law enforcement community and the family of the young woman mourned
their wasted young lives! The hoodlums were apprehended by the law.
But they did not repent of their dastardliness deeds. They held no remorse
at all. How many other victims' did they stab with their knives?
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
October 05, 2020
***This is a fictional short story.
Armageddon wold be an amazing boon
to accompany ourselves amidst others in rubble strewn cocoon
or perchance an arid extra dry spell blows humungous dune
donning any brave soul to weather
fierce-some dust bowl appearing like a ghoulish goon
vis a vis via global sand man disallowing any inhabitant 2b immune
whereat autumnal days will mimic those analogous to tropical June
day where nary a species of flora nor fauna,
which latter muffled cry viz Claire de lune
barely heard above the blindingly pitched
(scoring major lunar home run) when earth's moon
appeared to be batted, snatched, and whacked -
piñata like casting darkness at high noon
this out of other worldly debacle
(viz: a scene of apocalyptic, cosmic and epic rune
from twilight zone re: outer limits offsetting
sole millennial Gaia satellite believed rigged forever) -
which end of planetary status quo came soon
er than expected, accompanied by Gustav Holst eponymous tune
once Luna rung seismically, titanic ally uprooted, violently wrenched
prior to crash landing at ground zero rocked and rolled out of orbitz
before careering, and screaming thru the atmosphere
analogous to a near full term baby in utero yanked out of womb.
though the above dynamic gigantic jack-knifed
nihilistic quantum spectacular universal wreckage
sans the inner sphere of solar system
(known to mankind, when said creature, an outlier)
whence even amidst the early
bipedal hominids that throve a sage
no event (whether natural or caused by human error),
would compare neither cap cha, when are bit rage
emasculated, and wrought onto the terrestrial firmament
no way to measure nor gauge
the depth, length, and scope of total and
absolute value eradicating any trace of simian equipage
reducing the arrogant, conceited, ego-maniacal, dotage
boot far-fetched science fiction phenomena would
witness civilization captive in their own technological cage!
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