Best Leeching Poems
When tons of doom filled nights fall on your head,
hot embers glow and fires burn unabated,
you recall her last breath and wish you were dead.
In a poem's sad lines you've been castrated.
From the heavens a voice thunders dire threats
about losses and breakfasts consumed without eggs.
Fumbling about, looking to hedge your bets,
you drink your cold coffee, down to burnt dregs.
On waking you find dawn's hard hammer fell
last night's burns are reminders of strife.
You stumble and look up from the pits of Hell,
recounting the reasons why you lost your wife.
Your clock chimes out vulgar curses at you
and your house bids you leave by peals at noon.
You think of the ancient, wicked dreams, too,
as night falls with its wretched lucent moon.
You dream of hungry tigers eating your boots.
Your house is perched atop two adjoining trees.
A hunter fires; but it's not a tiger he shoots.
Your second wife cuts off your legs at the knees.
With life's blood flowing from your severed veins
your heart bemoans that you married once more.
By morning you were free from nightmare's pains
but horrid memories linger behind closed doors.
What vast burdens you bear in fear of sleep
and hollows in your mind fill quickly with dread.
When your clock strikes twelve, I hear you weep,
" Odious anguish! I wish I were dead."
Shadows dance on your walls in candle light.
Dark images of her body pressed close to you,
waltzing in your arms on a moonlit night
but she vanishes when dawn's rays break through.
Which sort of dream scars your mind with more grief?
The ones in which you're butchered; burned by fire,
or when daylight steals her away like a furtive thief?
Will your penance release you from the leeching mire...
the terror you encounter each night as you lie abed?
Foolishly, you once thought love claimed your heart.
Therein lies the angst of what you most dread...
the vexing memories in dreams that tear you apart.
Co-Written with Robert Lindley based on the original
verses he offered in the open challenge on his blog.
Categories:
leeching, dream, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
Come with me my Brother,
to a secret place where Light and Shadow line the face with fear and grace,
leave sophmoric style, wry smile and sly bile on the road of your forgotten mile,
sick sarcasm is the symptom of envy, a pet to your heart destroyer,
such artifice and malice have no language in this room of roasted dreams,
Enter through the damaged door, touch the destruction of vandals,
you have never been here before, where gold blood cuts the floor,
do you see how the walls move like squalls at our approach,
feel how they tell stories with the sensations of defeat, anxiety, impropriety,
in here we witness a collection of seperate yet synthesized segments of Self,
childhood torment, shallow manhood, virility limp as stolen victory,
underachievement, the underbelly of your arrogance, flacid like placid passion,
We journey further into this gallery of emotional gallows
smelt by the hurt of innumerable adavances
repelled by the demands of Quality,
you will writhe wildly
from the harrowing healing leeching into your concepts of self control,
graceful in absorbtion of Truth's attrition,
fruitless ambition shall now cling as cleaving contrition,
your face Brother, look long into the shimmer of sorrow become the old,
tattooed you are like a snake's skin checkered and beautiful
with scaled episodes of submission and aggression, dying to be Divine,
I want you to know that there is no exit of ease from this place Brother,
we trek within your very Soul,
this is the home and harbor of everything you've decided to be,
there are other rooms here, some of joy and some of strife,
but you leave not the Truth Room of your anger
until the Light finds no fault in your intention -
J.A.B.
Categories:
leeching, best friend, brother, bullying,
Form:
Epic
His bleeding heart
Was flustered from that torn parchment
In their leeching chapter
Pushed aside
As if “friendship” was aggression’s bull
Running through crowded cemeteries
Under quartered, sapphire moon
He sipped pitied shots of century-old whiskey
With a dusty glass of pomegranate w(h)ine
“Why isn’t she coming back to me?”
“My heart will make empty declarations until her return!”
As he childishly latches onto recycled yesterdays
Praying for God to give him
White picket gate’s access code
Writing lavish, debt-ridden sonatas,
In whiplashed curiosity,
On why she chose to forget him
Unbeknownst to decrepit author
That he
Could simply
Return the favor
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
leeching, feelings, lost, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
For Silent One's - Mamma Poetry Contest
Where is the love, Mamma?
Through broken Louvre blinds, you're ever watching
Rosary beads clicking prayers on repeat mode, uttering
Your plethora of Faith keeps me steadily striving
Though, frustrated when peace will be arriving.
Under cover of the midnight moon, hookers seducing
Shady men with illicit wares aggressively peddling
Of changing our situation, I'm forever idealizing.
Enduring every day's trauma, just surviving.
Seeking direction from above, when is enough enough?
Tell me, Mamma ~ Where is the love?
Collective immorality still existing.
A ticking clock morality meekly resisting
Corruption, greed, and deceit still abounding
This life where goodness seems to be drowning.
A depraved degradation of insanity still insisting,
Death, broken hearts, crime persisting
In the chaos, qualms never ceasing.
lawlessness above the muck and mire rising
At the kerbside, a holy man piously preaching
Should I turn my cheek, still beseeching
Amidst their plundering and their leeching?
NO !!
Enough is Enough ~ Where is the Love?
Beyond-repair abhorrence, I'm escaping.
Fervently, I'm hoping and praying.
Please God, Mamma, be safe while I'm gone
I'll be back for you before long
In the eerie darkness, emotions imploding
Sirens blaring, with the sound of guns exploding
My shallow breath quickening, turning back with throat thickening
All the while, I'm screaming
Where is the love?
Back through this hellhole, I'm rapidly racing
All through the panic, still hoping and praying
Please God, Mamma ~ Be Safe, Be Safe, Be Safe
Neon blue-red lights flickering and flashing.
Through my open front door, I'm madly dashing.
Looming through the haze, I hear them saying.
'Sorry, Miss, yet another random shooting
Your Mamma just got caught in the cross-firing.'
The last thing I hear is my own voice crying.
MAMMA ~ THERE IS NO LOVE! THERE IS NO LOVE!
Categories:
leeching, angst, conflict, corruption, mother
Form:
Rhyme
Natures fields, plains, moors, deserts, wonders rife!
Habitats alive,
where life can survive!
Why? Civilised beings murdered all life!
For personal greed!
Used slaves to set seed!
Natures plan, the survival of the fittest.
Mans plan, to remove all not of interest.
What's changed? Nothing, I fear!
We poison oceans, deplete atmosphere!
Science always knew,
Governments poohed poo!
Now, as we've learned nought, for our lives' we fear!
We're told it's too late.
Then what is the fate
that our children's children just might have to face?
Stop pollution now, and, it might slow the pace.
What's changed? Nothing, I fear!
Back in the nineties re. health and safety,
plastics were discussed.
Virility, hushed.
A seminar did close most hastily.
I was asked to stay.
Asked how I knew, hey!
Documentary, Tomorrows World, I think?
Chemicals from plastic leeching into drink.
What's changed? Nothing, I fear!
We will stick with plastics, it's on the news.
Microplastic kills
fish, clogging their gills!
If you feel like I do, pass on your views.
On telly daily!
No longer maybe!
Plastics polluting the oceans poisons fish!.
The mainstay of many, it's their staple dish.
Pollution is killing, and, we're all remiss
What's changed? Nothing, I fear!
Clocks ticking, can't you hear?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
5/9/18
QARINAGE - Any Topic' Poetry Contest sponsored by Gregory R Barden
Categories:
leeching, nature, pollution,
Form:
Rhyme
Discarded shoes are mysterious things.
More so than a deer, old tire or deep forest yeti.
They come out of nowhere.
One day they're here the next day they're not.
Some stay for just a day or two
Some hang around for months.
Like a wayward uncle leeching
a warm bed and cold brew.
Who owned them?
Why do they clog the roadside?
Some look like newborn-others like death.
Were they victims of a prank or just lost evidence.
I once saw two red sneakers on the shoulder of a road.
Just inches apart looking shiny and new.
Like Dorothy's ruby studded shoes.
They must have tapped their heels together.
click-click-click.
Because by the next morning they vanished.
There's no place like home. i suppose.
Categories:
leeching, clothes, pollution,
Form:
Free verse
Where bumbles bounce and witches fly
Faeries and jet streams in yesterday’s sky
I glance up and see an eagle so high
And I laugh at the juiciness of yesterday’s sky
They are hop skipping and flitting and fluttering too
The brownies and what-knots playing in diggery-doo.
My brain is on full delight energy mode kilter now
As I watch them spring forth with a kiss and a bow.
They give me that wink, the one I know well.
Mutter through supper, demanding yesterday’s bell.
I had forgotten the excitement of just sitting and watching.
The swish of the dragon’s tail, the water and sloshing.
It’s the dance of the bumbles, the rumbles, and more.
Dr. Seuss enters my head, running toward an old cottage door.
Library book smells come to me in drivels and drips.
It’s so much fun in the garden, with bumbles and bips.
Memories come fast, they land in my brain, screeching.
Remember the horror of reading about sucking and leeching?
Childhood gone, but the feelings are still right in there.
They come suddenly and hard, in this summer’s day air.
Written: 9-13-2019
Contest: Where Bumbles Bounce
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Categories:
leeching, garden,
Form:
Rhyme
On both sides of drunk
and on both sides of sober,
both sides of the truth
and both sides a lie
lie the two of us.
You own the license to my pain,
I hold the leasehold to your wounds,
we hunger for the ritual
embedded in our souls,
bruises that won't heal.
We can't breathe but what
we're bleeding,
leeching out the worst
of how we feel.
Categories:
leeching, dark,
Form:
Verse
A long those dark, dank corridors underneath the earth, an anomaly is growing.
N ebulous in it's beginnings, an as yet unknown species prepares to arise
E longated in it's skeletal structure, slight and slender, they slither about
W ily in nature, these unique elusive creatures are prone to evade the light.
S linking about at night with iridescent, bold bright eyes, they warily
P eek and peer at people, pacing about in dark, dreary alleyways
E xamining interactions, obsessed in their observations, in order to
C onnect and draw upon human energy, like sophisticated sponges.
I ntent on leeching the life force out of human beings, these humanoids wish to
E merge and spike world leaders' drinks with explosive laxatives, thus
S triking and stalling them on their "thrones", subsequently taking over our world!
Written on 2/23/2016
Categories:
leeching, science fiction,
Form:
Acrostic
black culture,
white society,
hope falling,
crime rising,
faith deminished leeching out of the seams,
someones been shot you can still hear the screams,
education is minimum and poverty is the norm,
children being brought up in a one parent home,
we as culture rant and rave about our mistreatment,
but turn around say that white man deserved his beating,
we hold grudges that get worse as the days pass by,
yelling about our history on how our ancestors died,
very little is to be done to brighten the future,
color specific movements that always end in shootings,
if only we could move past such distress from the past,
maybe one day we could dream about making the human race last.
Categories:
leeching, black african american, conflict,
Form:
Weep shadows of gloam,
drip deep your leeching darkness
Bring us now the night
Settles in the hush
Silent anticipation
of the velvet cloak
Revel in freedom
as the stars guide our inward
imagination
Dreams and ancient fears
rise like glowing unseen eyes
which draw on our souls
For we are creatures
attuned to the moon's sweet call
and so we answer
With each breath we take
we feed our fantasy's need
with twilight's own musk
Paula Swanson
For the contest Morning Noon or Night Senryus
Sponsored by Francine Roberts
Placement: 9th
Categories:
leeching, mystery,
Form:
Senryu
Villanelle : Whosoever’s inveigled by the general theory of Good in Evil
Whosoever’s inveigled by the general theory of Good in Evil
Knows not Yang in Yin’s tai chi arms gets kicked out of bed
The fight’s then over better still forfeit all moral wherewithal
The Good by nature will not stir to quell the scheming Devil
Post-coitus female praying mantis munches the male’s head
Whosoever’s inveigled by the general theory of Good in Evil
If you do nothing at all everything will turn to rot or swill
The sink will reek with stink and leeching bed-bugs are bred
The fight’s then over better still forfeit all moral wherewithal
Then even the police and security forces will outright kill
Seize by force the rightful hard-earned virtue of the Good
Whosoever’s inveigled by the general theory of Good in Evil
The relativity principle wants that both abide in goodwill
Be that so who lets the Evil get the upper-hand and go ahead
The fight’s then over better still forfeit all moral wherewithal
Hound rape denounce torture deprive confound steal kill
All thoughtless actions which in the heartless are self-bred
Whosoever’s inveigled by the general theory of Good in Evil
The fight’s then over better still forfeit all moral wherewithal
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
leeching, change, conflict, world,
Form:
Villanelle
The Succubus Returns To Engorge and Bleed
(The Monster Returns To Feed)
Light filtered in through grey shadows deep
lonely rests heavy in this dank room.
Far away, dark calls me from soddened sleep
I feel strange echoes of dark gloom.
What promise does this new day dare to bring
perhaps more of the yesterday's ache.
I feel that tug, of my nose by the sad ring
yet so many live lives that are fake!
What succubus has bled my spirit's joy away
perhaps that shadow that haunts me.
I that swore- no power over me can hold sway
now live in this eternally dark sea!
So hellish are nights this wickedness appears
as blackened timbers shake the walls.
No escaping, it thrives heartedly on my fears
as it moans out those evil siren calls!
I feel that sucking noise as blood is bled
a slight sting and then the pain.
She floats over me leeching from my head
as this feasting drives me insane!
A mocking laugh as she promises to return
to drink blood and give more hurts.
Knowing my addiction will not let me spurn
her sexy, hot naked body as she flirts!
Light filtered in through grey shadows deep
lonely rests heavy in this dank room.
Far away, dark calls me from soddened sleep
I feel strange echoes of dark gloom.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-11-2015
Note- A Halloween poem, because this month
evil invades light to dance..
1. Definitions of sodden (ed):
adjective: wet through and through; thoroughly wet
Example: "The speaker's sodden collar"
2. A succubus is a female demon or supernatural
entity in folklore (traced back to medieval legend)
that appears in dreams and takes the form of a woman
in order to seduce men, usually through sexual activity.
The male counterpart is the incubus.
Categories:
leeching, dark, evil, fear, halloween,
Form:
Rhyme
Rogue, conniving, greedy leeching tick
Smells of money's fresh ink, makes me sick
Tailored suits, polished shoes
Bet you have green stool ooze!
Money makes green blood, sweat, tears and tricks!
For the lawyer limerick by Carolyn D.
Categories:
leeching, funnygreen,
Form:
Limerick
A kiss from her lips are sweeter than honey, sweeter than nectar
a blessing from disaster
till her kiss spreads the venom from her poison to your brain
the sickest pain, felt from undercover, she hit the biggest the vein
Vanity, she lured you in with vanity
discreetly she lured you in with pleasantries
whispered fantasies of slipping out of her tight red dress
taunting you in distress with constant missteps, oh she's a tease
but a tease armed to the teeth in black leather and lace
to tie you up with a whip over your neck like a noose
pulling the strings harder threatening to kill
with looks like that, she's guaranteed to have your heart on a string
tugging in tow like a lost abused puppy
but you like the attention you cowardly dog
you like the attention
Those ruby red lips, the perfect actress
you let her spill the milk in your ears
a mess you can't clean up, a mess you can't cry over
as you feel you're friends, the very best of friends
but there's a ring of rumors surrounding you like daffodils on a banister
while she the pretender is the ring leader
Trust in your trust and you'll find you're the deceiver
being deceived by the pair of slender sleek legs you claim to detest
but you know you have the fondness in your heart
for those ruby red heels stepping all over your self esteem
You want to be the prom queen, date the prom queen
dominate the social scene
dance with the angel of the school
her hair, a waterfall of grace
twin green eyes, a jade dragon engraved in twin marble stones
you're in love in more ways than one
yet you dance with the cold air of the outside world
as you're mortified that she winked at you from across the universe
stealing a kiss from the rival you loathe
stealing your dreams, stealing your world, shattering your songs
Now you sit here at your computer, typing a wish list
counting all the wishes you wish were true
but all the wishes you conjure up involve her and you
letting this ruby red seductress, a leeching parasite, envelope you
Categories:
leeching, women, word play, daffodils,
Form:
Rhyme