Best Mauling Poems
Growing up as a child I never wanted to sleep alone
In fear of the darkness and most of all the unknown
“Mommy is there monsters” I would commonly ask
Her reply was “only on Halloween, the ones we see in masks”
Still not satisfied with her answer and questioning her some more
Asking her the same old thing as I did the night before
Frustrated and exhausted she finally took me by the hand
Looking under my bed, in my closet and even inside my night-stand
“So see my daughter the monsters are only in your head”
“It’s time to get some sleep me dear, now do as I have said”
Respectfully obeying my mother; my little body trembling with fear
Wishing the hour was morning, praying for “him” not to appear
But as the darkness faded and uncomfortable silence came about
I could hear the monster stirring, getting ready to come out
Hoping the noises I heard were only my brothers messing around
Pulling the covers over my head, hoping and praying not to be found
The footsteps getting closer, the monster is almost to the foot of my bed
I now can hear his heavy breathing, oh God how I wished he was dead
Quietly he lifts my covers back and lays down in the bed beside me
Touching, groping and mauling, trying to cover my eyes so I cannot see
He took away my childhood and with that my trust and self-esteem
A pleading child without a voice, invisible as it would seem
So yes my daughters there are monsters, everywhere we look
Saying as I remember my childhood and everything he took
Categories:
mauling, childhood, recovery from..., sad,
Form:
Sonnet
Dogs
loyal, friendly
licking, playing, rescuing
companions, sentries, threats, enemies
barking, biting, mauling
mean, mangy
Curs
Categories:
mauling, anger, devotion, dog, friend,
Form:
Diamante
When the drums beckoned from Accomgpong Town,
my grandfather run, and run, and run;
my grandfather ran at high speed
over saw-toothed terrain
with vicious rocks hacking at naked soles,
and blood-hounds mauling at his heels.
My grandfather wore stripes
like the red, white and blue;
and when the hot sun rides raw waves on his back,
my grandfather stand tall to wipe sweat from his brow,
then my grandfather wear whips
that echoes louder than the drums
that called beyond Mount Diablo,
but no one was running to his rescue.
Categories:
mauling, black-african amergrandfather,
Form:
Make haste to befriend the toro meanly reared away from spectator prying eyes
by dread alone the bull is nurtured and prodded to terrify
and when at last the ranchero’s silhouette appears in the arena it charges
Wake! India! Wake!
There are no greater mysteries than those your scientists can unravel
the only mysteries that persist are those drummed by priests into your brains
even a helpless Stephen Hawking can pierce the Aryan mystery by silent reflection
Wake! India! Wake!
Let those who seek power in the polls seek it for their own sakes
sooner or later sooner than later they too will pass away
their power gnawing at their bones will feed the etherising flames of their pyres
Wake! India! Wake!
Let those who seek to challenge their power challenge it for their own sakes
they too will rot in the chains they have willingly chained themselves in
for they too seek power for the sake of power and for theirs and their own comfort
Wake! India! Wake!
And let them all pass over you you who have borne in quiet pain
mauling under the pretext of mournful migrations and the Mughal might
Mohenjodaro and Harrappa notwithstanding Vijayanagar and Kaveripumpattinam
Wake! India! Wake!
Do not for a moment think your sons have deserted you
nor your daughters gone to spawn with other spouses under other suns
your needs are their needs your tears their blood coursing in their veins
Wake! India! Wake!
If you had woken up earlier to tend to your shores to tend to the marauders at the border
letting only the lone Kshatriya exert his martial art abused by fine courtly comfort
you would not now wonder how a Rajput court at Mewar drove Akbar to such lengths
Wake! India! Wake!
(Continued in Part One - 10)
Categories:
mauling, inspirational, power,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Sunset
by Michael R. Burch
This poem is dedicated to my grandfather, George Edwin Hurt, who died April 4, 1998.
Between the prophecies of morning
and twilight’s revelations of wonder,
the sky is ripped asunder.
The moon lurks in the clouds,
waiting, as if to plunder
the dusk of its lilac iridescence,
and in the bright-tentacled sunset
we imagine a presence
full of the fury of lost innocence.
What we find within strange whorls of drifting flame,
brief patterns mauling winds deform and maim,
we recognize at once, but cannot name.
Keywords/Tags: sunset, age, aging, death, grandfather, grandson, grandchild, family, grave, funeral, loss, twilight, night, heaven, transcendence, tribute
Categories:
mauling, age, death, family, grandchild,
Form:
Verse
Your pulchritude rises from within you
And sits upon your beauty-coated skin,
Your aging does not thus reflect your wear
But instead draws the undying shine within.
My eyes befogged by your unblemished smile
Do not see the murk of the filthy world around
But ever scan the perfect sparkle of your eyes:
The jewel for which I prayed, the pearl that I found.
Despite the glamor and cheer of the partying crowds,
My memory dwells in the brief minutes of your golden tears -
The times when happiness your tender hands harshly eluded,
The times when your soul could not handle fate and its fears.
As the mauling of years deals your unfeeling skin a blow
I will be eager to see the marvels of this splendid amend
As the old rundown roses give way to the newer ones within,
As the worn-out glitter fades to unveil the new in the end.
Categories:
mauling, love,
Form:
Ode
The content of this poem is semi-graphic, so please be aware of that before you
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Yes, There Really Are Monsters
Growing up as a child, I never wanted to sleep alone.
Fearful of the isolated darkness and mostly the unknown.
“Mommy is there monsters?” a question I would commonly ask.
“Only on Halloween my dear, the ones we see in masks”
Still not satisfied with her answer, I questioned her more.
Asking her the same old thing as I did the night before.
Frustrated and exhausted, she took me by my little hand.
Looking under my bed, in my closet; even the night-stand.
“So see my daughter the monsters are only in your head.”
“It’s time to get some sleep Stacy Lynn, now do as I have said.”
Respecting mommy's wishes; my little body trembling with fear.
Wishing the hour was morning, praying for “him” not to appear.
But as darkness faded, an uncomfortable silence fell about.
I could hear the monster stirring, preparing to come out.
Hoping the noises I heard, were my brothers fooling around.
Pulling covers tightly over my head; praying not to be found.
Footsteps getting closer, the monster is at the foot of my bed.
I hear his heavy breathing; this is not at all what mommy said.
Quietly lifting covers back, he lays down in the bed beside me.
Touching, groping and mauling; covering my eyes so I can't see.
He took away my childhood and my trust and self-esteem.
A pleading child without a voice, invisible as it would seem.
"So yes my daughter there are monsters, everywhere we look."
Stating as I remembered my childhood and everything he took.
Categories:
mauling, introspection, life, loss, recovery
Form:
Rhyme
Given as a gift from Germany to Kabul zoo in Afghanistan
No fields to run in - just a miserable enclosed barren land
You were blessed with a beautiful lioness partner, Chucha
She must have made you feel no less than a majestic Shah
You survived against all the invasions, and the bloody wars
Behind those dark miserably cramped closed barring doors
You were a survivor, that against all the cruelly made odds
Was even threaten to be killed, by the unholy Taliban sods
But your loyal keeper fought for your life, using the Quran
With the prophet Muhammad to aid you to all understand
That an animal is to be respected, he also had his own pets
To kill Marjan, would in the end, will leave you with regrets
But you were brought down by an egotistical Mujahedeen
Who you killed for mauling your Chucha for fun it seemed
In turn the killed brother gave you three grenades as a gift
The damage it caused you was more than deserved - swift
You lost your sight in one eye and near all of it in the other
Because of a under deserving revenge of a grieved brother
You lost all of your teeth, with the blast all of your hearing
Yet you survived, to Afghans, you became more endearing
That they took it upon themselves to then kill this very man
For the ignorance of the situation as he did not understand
You had thought this man was a threat to your lioness pride
As it was in the end his own fault he was attacked then died
As the wars in Afghanistan raged so did the famine drought
When it came to food for you there was too little of it about
But the Afghan people gathered in force to see you were fed
No one wanted the Shah Marjan from hunger be found dead
You came through all of this, skin sagging on a frame so lean
But for it all, never did once made you ferocious or be mean
Your beloved keeper walked with you within your enclosure
Despite your injuries you always maintained your composure
Your name travelled the world, and they wished you the best
But after a quarter of a century you then laid yourself to rest
This tribute is to you mera jaan Marjan – the pearl of Afghanistan
May you always with Chucha, fly free, high above this desert land
Higher and higher with the longed for eternal peace may you soar
As the winds carry along with it your once mighty and proudly roar
Categories:
mauling, absence, beautiful, betrayal, death
Form:
Couplet
Can you see me?
Are you aware of these
clashing entities that are
rubbing my insides raw?
Extended appendages and
inaudible screams are all that
I have to salvage what's left of me.
Can you even see me?
Can you hear me
calling out from within the
void? Do you feel the vibration
from the echoes of this prison?
Can you hear me? I know
it's too much to ask of you to
decipher my feelings when I
am speaking in tongues.
Can you feel me scuffling
with my own emotion, trying
to keep the beast inside from
mauling me into nonexistence?
Can you feel me fighting
my flight instincts? Darling,
my endeavor feels like failure,
so can you please help me?
Categories:
mauling, change, depression, emotions, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Absence as I hear them calling
Broken as I feel them falling
Cardiac as it's stalling
Darkness has me crawling
Endeavoring to its installing
Fevered by enthralling
Giving into it appalling
Heartfelt gifts sprawling
Individual love is worth mauling
Jointly our worth is stalling
Kissing my lips, befalling
Loving her, a load I'm hauling
Missing us forever recalling
No joy in finding the end
Openness only serves to offend
Patience is just pretend
Quietly wanting more than a friend
Reliving does not allow us to transcend
Seeking solutions, don't bend
Time there's none left to extend
Unbelievably easy to condescend
Viciousness has no way to amend
Wanting left no desire to attend
Xenomorphic this relationships bookend
You had every chance girlfriend
Zero desire is left to be penned
A Forms And Words Challenge Poetry Contest
20th February 2023
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Categories:
mauling, anger, betrayal, break up,
Form:
Abecedarian
*Image of A Fallen Smirk by DG.
Brace For Impact
Pillar of society, creme de la creme, important person,
one to be reckoned by indeed.
One who's untouched by palls, frails near a radiant ray
growing escorts doth proceed.
Voice of distinction whose speeches are unchallenged
by its assertion that's decreed.
Unphased episodes courses the agendas, a sequence
that discerns simper's precede.
A tempestuous dominance succeeds ominously, envy
malcontents opposition brews.
A reddish rosebud blossom pleasantly teases passing
precious sinless longing views.
Momentarily, likely hopefuls sufficed with promiscuity,
as castles are in the air amuse.
Tease now meets, precious turns valuable, the sinless
goes erringly, a longing peruse.
It's Victor Victoria all o'er again, contentious contempt
prompt convenient conveyance.
Spun wove a collaring, intrigues the unconscious prey
lifeline throbbings flit abeyance.
Reflections forfeited understanding, extending affairs
remaining heartfelt purveyance.
A cunning round effortlessly played a quagmire knew
a must to revisit the surveyance.
Gameplayers oriented with odds best strategy, ne'er
is an even field, someone loses.
The furnishings and ambiance, constant the unwary
yet, talented eyes espy cruises.
The vibrant and the figurative ignored the trappings
materializes oneness' enthuses.
Benumbed by skepticism facilitates a stirring, bestill
as mesmerizing coequals fuses.
Skulked fogs' ethereal coursing mauling hilltops full
as the penthouse lights dwindle.
Midst Aurora's wake a bliss wanes, as lights reclaim
the wilting as a mint thorn tingle.
The advent baffles confused as concealed cameras
videos live and reporters mingle.
Crushed stand, a ring falls, plays another team, not
alone, brace for impact, a kindle.
2022 June 22
*1st Place*
This or That, Vol 12
~~Edward Ibeh: Judging 2022 July 01
Categories:
mauling, character, fate, identity, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
O Hail the King
That lies along the ring
Beside the bank of Niger
Mauling fishes like an Ocean scavenger
Lo, he knoweth not
That if a man wants rot
Before fall cometh pride
Pride; when on a high horse we ride
Aye, the fishes are with the voice of men
Crying & Wailing like a Babylonian convict on his way to the den
And our king felt it fun
Hence, the mauling goes on
But his hands killeth men
Our king knoweth not then
No aide would talk
Dare one, on his body shall it feed on; Hawk
Behold, the lord of war won't stop
He kindle the furnace of hell with their fleshes
But the men can take it no more
Now, an alternative they seek
Enough of yawning and folding of arms
The sickle is coming to their heads
This, they can't take
They seek the weakness in the king's prowess
The Apple of an alien prostitute
A bite is enough to kill a wild bear
But our king ate much in the company of a beer
Categories:
mauling, lifemen,
Form:
Prose Poetry
5/16/22
Here let me paint you a drawing
My skin crawling
Something stirring and calling
As the leaves begin falling
It's appalling
That people are always squabbling
And gossiping
Yet another mauling
It's no longer enthralling
The temperature of the water freezing or scalding
People aging, greying and balding
This process has no halting
Most spills their guts like a geyser
Life's a , but I like her
With every fiber
Many think they're the , but they need a diaper
I got the job done with or without a screwdriver
Close and far from barbwire
While occasionally sipping hard cider
Or Budweiser
I'm no liar
Or one to preach to the choir
Nearby a campfire
And 4 car tires
I stood with a Rottweiler
Feeling lazy or hyper
Harmless like a Sandpiper
Damgerous like a Pit Viper
Harmless like all these ass wipers
Dangerous like a sniper
Harmless like a Striper
Dangerous like a Tiger
Harmless like the town crier
Dangerous like a Black Widow or Red-Back spider
Harmless like always being nicer
Dangerous like the edge of a pizza slicer
It's time for the next shock
Most thought they could fix it with a pep talk
Meanwhile close by flew a red hawk
Before I decided to jet off
Dealt with pests lots, put them in a headlock
Then they came to a dead stop
Nearby the bedrock
It's revolting
Far too much overindulging
And information withholding
Dangerous like exposure to molding
In all directions it's pulling
I'm still mulling
Meanwhile they continue at lulling
So that they are the ones controlling
In pitch blackness
Full of sadness
Reaching a state of madness
The pattern becoming erratic
It's nearly always tragic
With endless havoc
I almost had it
And went bat
But I partook in Black Magic
In a basement as well as an attic
In the end the outcome was anti-climactic
Categories:
mauling, dark, deep, life, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Pain is like sweeping rain
Dripping wet with gripping tenacity
Beating down with fleeting intensity
Drenching me wrenching my heart
Whirring past stirring up emotions
Pouring down flooring my soul
Drizzling drops like sizzling fire
Flooding fast with thudding force
Streaming torrents like screaming pangs
Aching all over breaking tide
Clinging distress stinging my eyes
Sticking agony pricking my being
Falling sleets mauling my body
Seeping in like creeping anguish
Pain is like driving rain
11.08.2020
Categories:
mauling, pain, rain, simile,
Form:
Verse
I’m so happy you could all come out
to walk these woods today,
it’s important that we commune with nature
and hear what she might say.
For the trees must be our brothers,
and the animals, sisters dear,
we must from them try to learn
to touch the Earth free of man’s fear.
There are those who say beating down
the mountains are what they're for,
but we shall show them that wilderness
is so very, very much more.
There is a great peace and a spirit,
open to all who dare to see,
I hope it speaks to all of you
the way that it speaks to me.
It is just a quarter-mile further,
and then we will be there,
a play to reflect and mediate—
Holy crap! It’s a bear!
Help! Noooo—shoot it! Friggin' shoot it—
Ahhhh!!!!
…Park Rangers today shot and killed the rogue black bear involved in the near-fatal mauling of a noted environmental activist last Thursday…
I’m so happy you could all come out
to trek through the wilds today.
You have all you side-arms ready,
and for safety, you bear-mace?
It’s important that we see nature
for what it will always be,
a place of beauty to appreciate,
but one where danger is lurking.
Your fellow hiker is your bother,
and on each other we must rely,
cause there are a million things out here
that can easily make you die.
Profound as all of this may seem,
recall that here there are no laws,
and plenty of things ready to
pull you down with iron jaws.
Nature is no religious thing,
it is a scene we’ve long escaped,
and though it seems rejuvenating,
please don’t make the mistake
of thinking you can be truly free
of Darwin’s rules at work,
they care not it you’re virtuous,
or an absolute, utter jerk.
But if you want to go onward,
I will gladly take you there,
though I’ve got only one eye left,
so kindly watch for bears.
…I hate those damn beasts.
Categories:
mauling, growth, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme