Best Meddled Poems
One day after years of searching
for that missing link
he came along, without warning
he meddled with the barricades
I build...
The things I used to protect myself,
fragile me, all exposed
and yet
the steps we took healed us both...
Not realizing that every day
our dependence on others
for validation were being cut away
not knowing we were on a journey
of discovery of who we are
without faceless crowds
dictating our behavior...
I've learned to love myself
I've learned to love others again
without the fear of losing them,
I've learned to be happy
without being afraid
that something sinister might happen
we've grown together
and we have grown apart
but we are always in each other’s hearts
Even though we're miles apart
our paths have been cemented...
Connections remain even distance can't separate...
It's a friendship
you don't ask questions about
it’s a friendship you nurture.
Not because you are forced to,
But because it’s the one thing
That has kept us centered
and made me embrace
who I really am…
I will always be thankful for you…
Contest Name : “The Right Time”
By : Wilma N. Neels
Dedicated to B
020720111955
Contest: The Right Time
1st Place
Categories:
meddled, friendship, introspection, lifelove,
Form:
Free verse
Little Innocence was forged into the world
A shrill Sound flickered around the expecting eyes
Laughter carved out of marble
A statue thought to beat immortality
Yet Fear had a surprise
It crept into the cradle with ease
Laughter was choked
Tears burst instead
And Sadness had a form
Evil found in youth a red soil
Jealousy marched with Envy
Lust befriended Desire
Until cupid threw a bunch of arrows
Adventure appeared
Excitement beyond description
A Thrill with no past
Sentiments were aroused
Pride threw some words
Ego played its part
And when Love meddled to defend its territory
The Heart bled in utter silence!
© Guru Jad 2013
Categories:
meddled, age, birth, journey, love,
Form:
Personification
Prince of this world,
you've meddled in the affairs of mankind
since the beginning
From the time of the Egyptian pharaohs,
whose gigantic pyramidal tombs
had been built primarily by slave labor
A living testament to man's ingenuity and cruelty
Then you were behind the Assyrian reign,
carnage was the calling card hallmark
these fierce kings signed whenever they came
But the Babylonian kingdom you really liked a lot,
ancient free market traders and slavers
Their god was commerce;
they bought and sold any and everything,
they trafficked in any and every whatnot
Then came those warring factions of Persians and Medes,
pure lovers of aristocratic indulgences of greed
They would fight you to the death,
until the Greeks came along
and became the gold standard, the best
They loved to preach democracy,
they loved to practice idolatry
For every god you said you had,
those Greeks said they had three
The Greeks fell to the next kingdom,
not so much by war, more through debauchery
But the prince of this world
came out of the shadows,
and was moved to want to rule when the Romans came
They had them lying cats named Caesar,
and crucifixion was their favorite capital punishment game
The Romans learned a lot from their fellow Greeks;
give the conquered their councils,
give them a voice with a vote
Then let them exercise it wickedly,
declaring the innocent Jesus Christ guilty
Oh, the prince of this world
was as ecstatic as a mad despot can be
The Romans were the best kind of servants ---
they were cruel, they were hard
They killed you dead with no regard
But alas, even their mighty kingdom came to an end
Since then, all of his wicked servants
and their feudal kingdoms have served him well
But alas, it was the Roman kingdom
he brooded over the most when it came to an end
And it's been a long time, since the prince of this world
had a Caesar he could call friend
Categories:
meddled, spiritual, truth, war,
Form:
Epic
I read it so, the Bread of Life
without discourse, without contrive
did lighten, nourish, so arrive
that building up, to merit, live ~
That in my lines
I found your strife
did so surround with beauties hive
that honey of discourse revive!
This leavening of love's requiet,
that injured particle, that pride,
that unaccomplished effort's stride
that unforgiven song's abide!
That haste, that entry unrelied
were all a Godly plan, not tried,
that love unsettled so applied,
unmixed, unsettled faith ~ no bride!
Is love, thus meddled with denied,
pourous regrets hidden and shied,
how puffed up, spoiling shape's decried
this fatness trail, unholy mile!
Be waiting, like a homeless child
so love relinquished dies servile ~
to thee I give, last frenzied mile,
wherein thee walk, wherein thee . . . . smile!
Categories:
meddled, friendship, love, time, love,
Form:
Monorhyme
As a father I’ve failed
I should have been jailed
My kids are not happy
The blame’s on their pappy
I pushed them too hard
left them with scars
On the surface they’re fine
underneath they are cryin’
If I only could've seen
what the future would’ve been
I’d have taken my foot off the pedal
and never have meddled
I'd have left things to mom
to the one who was calm
Instead of asserting myself
I'd have watched from the shelf...
But now I’m old and at home
and nearly alone
My kids, out of touch
I miss them so much
Categories:
meddled, children, father, feelings, loneliness,
Form:
Couplet
8/11/12
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Lost in goodbye
The pathway ends in sick disgrace
No one to turn to
No one to face
Bitter emotions clear your way
Determination to destroy
Is only a heartfelt tear away
Lost in goodbye
The knife slits inside the skin of the broken
Ignored, forgotten
Nothing spoken
And the shedding of blood is evident here
Meddled, tattered
A whole life
Within a tear
Lost in goodbye. . .lost in goodbye
Always goodbye
The rest are all lies
Lies
The rest are all lies
Categories:
meddled, angst, confusion, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Randomness...hehe
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Oh Allie!
Where thou art hath the wind blown thee?
Lost forever in an endless sea
How still I hath ridden through texts and letters
Waiting for thy reply - no word shall render
If thy health is but a dying willow on the meddled earth
I should like to tend thee through silliness and mirth
However, if thou heart is ever set against mine texts
My mind shall go nuts and the poetry vexed!
Text me back, thy sweet Allie-roo
And I shall be forever in debt to you!!!
Your melodramatic, weirdo friend,
Laura Elizabeth Breanderthong
Categories:
meddled, friendship, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
57 years aback,
Millions of ebony shinning skinned individuals,
Meddled in this part of the world to form a country named Nigeria.
From the stand point of crudeness,
How Ignorance bred colonialism.
A sting never to be forgotten.
Those brutal stripes our fathers had borne,
So much hard work for no cost at all.
We were slaved night and day.
Although split into various clusters of ethnicity,
Colonized by people who saw us not as humans but animals.
At the clock of 1914 we were amalgamated,
controlled by one headlight of power.
As time went one, the baton of leadership was dragged,
From the hands of our dear colonial masters down to us.
We debated between military rule and democracy,
And weighed more in strength for democracy.
We have only but stood for one government,
A government of the people and for the people,
as the rule of law prevails ever ramifications.
Through this journey, states were created out of regions,
It spelt the beginning of a split into diversity.
And yet we have survived all attacks on unity.
We have delved together in pains,
cried alongside in times when blood was shed.
We have held strong to oneness,
moved from one tenure blissfulness to another of pain.
We are proud to stand tall to corruption with a blossoming economy.
We have learnt to love, to accommodate justice in our hands,
And to boastfully prevail over diversity.
From the North, West, East to the South,
Nigeria being so rich in nature's heritage has produced fertility.
we have a large choice of wealth,
Ranging from agriculture, oil produce to other natural resources.
Education has spread forth its wings,
and has embraced us to knowledge.
We have held strong wisdom as key to work wonders in and out of Nigeria.
We are 57 years stronger.
From crudeness we have journeyed through ignorance to certainty,
moved from dependence to freedom.
We are a sovereign Nation, self substitent, powerful in influence and blest by God.
The Giant of Africa- Nigeria
Categories:
meddled, adventure, appreciation, blessing, celebration,
Form:
Prose Poetry
let these words to read roll on as ramble reflections of another setting son
Shadow painted pictures in leaves of fickle breeze
Under changing skies of purple red and cloudy pink unease
As scattered words of other time stir rested memories
Close tired eyes with held back sighs
To whisper sweet goodbyes
still holding on to canvasses of simply painted words
And laughing at the devil moon who caused this all to be
with her tidal fluctuations of stormy cosmic mirth
She played and meddled in the constant gravity of Earth
Categories:
meddled, lifewords,
Form:
Imagism
At ease
I have acknowledged your ambiance for quite some interval,
Going thru the ups and dejected of courtship with you.
But something that has dire you,
Just wretched my soul,
And now my coziness with you has been meddled.
I know I’m not a flawless soul,
Or even calm to get along with;
But I attempt my preeminent to make you pleased.
My heart pains like someone just treaded on it,
And didn’t caution about how I may feel afterwards.
I love you very profoundly,
And know that there nothing on this God green earth I wouldn’t do for you ‘
But I am confounded by your actions of the propaganda.
I hope in your core you dearly attempt to fix this agony of mine,
Or this stronghold of love we have,
May tumble.
I do love and care for you ;
But I am not at ease.
Categories:
meddled, beauty, betrayal, break up,
Form:
Light Verse
She wolf of the poetic world who run
and struggle to maintain her dignity
Our words, our dreams are falling to pieces
By, the predators of this time period
We are the prey for the fearful ones
Who scrolls and display rude comments?
Deep within as you lament over our poems
we rise up stronger than ever
Composing rhyme, lyric and prose
Unlike your hatred about likes and dislikes
Narrative poems portrays the truth
We shine, we meddled, and somehow, we win
We are stronger; death with dignity is a poet emblems
Pieces of our past anthology anguish you
Your Savage behavior bites you each time;
We compose; you pursue
We are the death of your souls
Mr. Sleepless White Nights
Your predators, you editors
Are you addicted to your inner critic
We have our rights
You confounded wretch night stalkers.
Categories:
meddled, angst, funeral, funny, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Eighty Thousand Dollar Post
A former headmaster at a way preppy school
Was fired for age and he thought it cruel
So he sued and they settled
Said we’re sorry we meddled
Keep quiet about it the rule
No discloser they all did agree
In the terms of the settlement plea
If anyone squealed
The money’s repealed
And that was how it had to be
Now the daughter of he who had won
Was sent off to Europe for fun
But what she did next
Left the school quite perplexed
And back to the court on the run
She went on to Facebook to brag
Ignoring the court ordered gag
When she let it slip
What had paid for the trip
The school quickly threw a red flag
They might have ignored the short boast
Except for her words bottommost
The words they said struck it
When she said they could “suck it”
And with that the payoff was toast
The court said the settlement’s breached
The father when last he was reached
Said I lost eighty grand
Her Facebook’s been banned
And oh how that little girl screeched
Categories:
meddled, daughter, father daughter, words,
Form:
Rhyme
I’ve been in complete seclusion since you left.
I’ve seen things...
Felt things...
I've needed things you couldn’t give.
I’ve been in complete seclusion since you left-
and now, my love, I find it hard to live.
I’ve felt the grandiosity of sincere isolation.
I’ve done things…
Regretted things…
Meddled in things with a passionate temper.
I’ve felt the grandiosity of sincere isolation-
but your scented neck I shall always remember.
I’ve bore the loneliness, like death calling.
I’ve created things…
Messed up things…
Mastered the art of solitude.
I’ve bore the loneliness, like death calling-
and now the confinement I wore has continued.
I’ve seen things,
done things-
regretted things…
I’ve lost all my courage, my strength in fortitude-
as I’ve mastered the art of complete solitude.
December 5, 2016
Categories:
meddled, betrayal, loneliness,
Form:
Verse
Unfolding in the dark hours of the night
Antipathies leak from the mind of the youth
Sleep has left the trembling body
The brain pending in the antique tempos of lives inexpressible
They are noises, vices, barreling in the depths of awareness
Neither recognized nor void of remembrance, they converse
The various volumes crescendo to high peaks, then subside
The youth buries her head into the gentleness of her cushion
She can’t make out who they are
The disembodied voices grow faint, realizing their effect
As the static sets in and wails a constant A flat
And the youth closes her deep-set eyes
No one else can hear it
She never remembers them fully
Till the night fiddles its way inside her heart
Caressing the crude conversations
Trying to listen and love them,
She can only make out a few arbitrary words
The rest of the noise is tempered, blurred, wrestled, and meddled
She longs for a deep, peaceful slumber
But the aching of climbing clamors of numbers
Elevates towards infinity in the wasteland of her thoughts
These thoughts are not hers!
Whose are they?
They are trapped in a cruel electrifying box for all time
And somehow their conversations are still alive
Somehow in this weakened mind
They powerfully thrive
Categories:
meddled, angst, confusion, depression,
Form:
Free verse
I stand here in extreme distress, annoyed
That I cannot button up my pants.
Though aware that I should not have more
That final ear of corn was one too many.
That scene was twenty years ago.
No longer am I a glutton for corn.
Since science has removed its taste,
There is no reason to waste good butter on it.
I take a bite and spit it out.
This modern corn is only fit for cattle.
They have taken away a harvest treat
So corn might have a longer shelf life.
We consumers must stand up and say,
“Hybridizers have meddled with perfection.
Now that most of our vegetables aren’t fit to eat,
They can stay on the shelves, for all we care.”
Categories:
meddled, food,
Form:
Free verse