Best Misappropriate Poems
I know this may sound crazy, but
Love shall not be imagined, and do let it go.
Over, and over it goes long, let you know,
Verily, know that my heart will never be as bat.
Every moment I remember that good time, spent with
You, the sun unimaginably laughs at me.
Oh, our love makes everything different, not only me,
Understand that don’t let out the pith.
Anger shall never ever let you down, focus on certain aim.
Damn, now Lad and Lady are landing along the left side of the beach,
Aubade they sing in any moment for each.
Misappropriate none repeat the same.
Action not intention, we bowed for our mistakes,
Simply because everyone needs repent as how it takes.
Categories:
misappropriate, hope, lost love,
Form:
Sonnet
Misrule
Misappropriate
Mass-grave
Categories:
misappropriate, hyperbole, leadership,
Form:
Triolet
angels are sprawled
in the longest reach my children could snow-afford on my former green lawn
over-played carols over-play the car ride to the store, where they will continue
an embarrassment of lights dangle ‘side a staple-holed roof trim
somewhere, not ‘nough off too far, there are
yards watching snowmen come and go
behind the windows that hold kitchens
the bills are a pilin’
the car’s in the driveway needing to be plugged in
the mailman’s griping ‘bout the weight of his sack
dropping off cards he’d gladly drag back
the t.v.’s got little relief
there’s a log burning on a 24 hour channel
that someone someday'll
commercial the crap out of
office parties
forum the drunk, “Here’s what I really think of you…”
spark the short lived, misappropriate romance
the mall cattle call. . . from parking lot to till
warrants wrappings to be hauled away
to some landfill
waiting for Valentine’s Day
Categories:
misappropriate, adventure, art, childhood, depression,
Form:
angels are sprawled
in the longest reach my children could snow-afford on my former green lawn
over-played carols over-play the car ride to the store, where they will continue
an embarrassment of lights dangle ‘side a staple-holed roof trim
somewhere not ‘nough off too far
there are
yards watching snowmen come and go
behind the windows that hold kitchens
the bills are a pilin’
the car’s in the driveway needing to be plugged in
the mailman’s griping ‘bout the weight of his sack
dropping off cards he’d gladly drag back
the t.v.’s got little relief
there’s a log burning on a 24 hour channel
that someone someday will commercial
the crap out of
office parties forum the drunk, “Here’s what I really think of you…”
spark the short lived, misappropriate romance
the mall cattle call. . . from parking lot to till
warrants wrappings to be hauled away
to some landfill
waiting for Valentine’s Day
Categories:
misappropriate, depression, funny, holiday, imagination,
Form:
The Childless
The childless are not only those
That has not protruding stomach experienced
However, they are part of it
The childless are not only those
That theirs’ fell like a leaf eaten by maggot
Yet they make up this group
The childless are not only those
Whose offspring cross the seas?
And have their brains formatted
I agree they are childless
The childless are not only those
That dies of hunger and poverty
It is the worst type of childlessness
The childless are not only those
Whose sons misappropriate funds?
Even when they make the citizenry suffer
The childless are not only those
Who moves from one NPF station to another?
With an intension to bail
Its most heart breaking
The childless are not only those
That replaces a jewelry box weekly
In their heart begging, blaming God
For the gift of a thorn in the heart
Instead of the so requested children
It takes more than birth
To become a father or mother
Categories:
misappropriate, confusion, faith, sympathy, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Accepts leadership as headache
Unites all subjects to agonize
Turns workers into complaining robots
Holds all under him suppressed
Organizes team work for failure
Result oriented management a bluff
Invests in man power for self-interest
Tests set goals to check cheating
Yearns for mishaps to misappropriate
Categories:
misappropriate, irony, leadership,
Form:
Acrostic
Three things in life last forever
Faith, hope and love
The greatest is love
God is love
He that abides in love
Abides in God
And God in him
Success begins in our lives
When the problems and hurts of others
Matter to us
When the wound of one
Is the wound of all
When the pain of others
Is the pain of all
It is only through love
That we can respond to God
If we give everything we own
To the poor but do not love
No matter what we say
No matter what we believe
We are bankrupt without love
Love never gives up
Love is always there to act
In the face of persecution
In the face of intimidation
In the face of trial
In the face of temptation
Lord give us love enough
To overlook the mistakes of others
Lord let us rejoice when others do well
Love cares more for others
Than for self
Love does not want
What it does not have
Love is positive
It does not want anything negative
Love is good
It does not want anything bad
Love does not want hatred
Because love is love
Love does not strut
It does not have swollen head
Love does not belittle anyone
Love does not look down on others
Love does not force itself on others
Love puts up with anything
Love is determined
Love perseveres for the best
Which is yet to come
Love looks for the best
Love keeps going to the end
No matter the obstacle
No matter the difficulty
If we speak in tongues of angels
But we do not love others
We are simply making a noise
If we can prophecy the future
And understand all mysteries
Or have faith to move mountains
But we do not love others
We have accomplished nothing in life
A person who does not love
Cannot be entrusted with the power of God
He will misappropriate and misuse it
To hurt himself and others
Love looks around to see who is in need
Cause help is the best investment
In all we do let love lead
Categories:
misappropriate, angel, care, caregiving, christian,
Form:
Free verse
Orlando and Sandy Hook
Advantage of always take advantage of
To do is what a bunch of people love
And of course we have heard as of late
Congress finds ways for funds to misappropriate.
Several of their feelings recently were fixed
All four gun control measures now are nixed
And instead of into the past each one fade
Republicans want to come to everyone's aid.
Instead of some having to end their career
Trying to make gun control bill be their idear
And all of the credit eventually want to get
Makes them feel good lets go ahead and let.
See my friend how easy it was to do
Democrats had bright idea out of the blue
Up whole congress finally became shook
By filibuster about Orlando and Sandy Hook.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
misappropriate, allegory, analogy, angst,
Form:
Couplet
Three hours suppressed before breaching the tight-lipped
container left neatly wrapped in homogenous foam
and smoky demeanor. Its lid caved in, having been tapped.
Through misspoken holes sprung arcadian visions,
lacking Peloponnese disposition, still semi-smoldering
with the tinder touch of Hephaestus extracted from
less subtle artistry attributed Zeus, high up on his steed,
bare-chested. Arms crossed.
How he used to look down on we mortals, wee, buttressed
by oxygen, in two-
parts hydrogen, one-part dioxide.
But this was real, not some Florescent church.
Outside the perimeter lay black stacks of texts I had gradually
gathered through time’s non-existence, way back when time
weighed as factual matter. Of course they still mattered.
Yet, I chose them to lay there, bathed in the soot of three daughters
I failed to veil. What do you say, Rita Dove? to wear
my white-skinned daughters spun lesser as still lovelier silk?
Is there anything clumsier to misappropriate than weather-vane hate,
with its gallant gait, with its augmented pigmentation,
when there’s no room in storage?
A grey-haired protestant behind me prayed;
“Oh, Thank God!
Oh! Thank God”
He praised through my bedroom window’s socket, shocked to shatter
by fire, fresh come splattered beard. I had not known him prior, this man I would learn was a fair-weather friar. So; I blew him a kiss.
But in my eyes,
he saw an unwell wish, so;
It needs to be done with this.
Categories:
misappropriate, fire, god, hate,
Form:
Free verse
The Devil’s watch has started and the time is consummate
A strange and tranquil calmness mocks our terrifying wait
There, just beyond our window moves like fearsome reprobates
A pair of tortuous demons meant all Hell to perpetrate
We will not yield in panic! We will not abdicate!
The oaths we swore, though did not know what fortune could mandate
Then all at once the door explodes like Hell’s infernal gate
And from its raw primordial wound two creatures detonate
A thunderous commotion rings as demons orchestrate
Concussive pandemonium ‘til heads reverberate
Our precious things and property? Just grist to lubricate
The cogs and gears of ruin in their trek to decimate
All supplications fail to slow or cause to deviate
The terrors’ stupefying quest to misappropriate
It seems no thing that we hold dear shall realize escape
Each second’s an eternity, yet hours accelerate
And suddenly as it began, the anarchy abates
Back to their lair they are recalled and though they hesitate
To disobey their Master’s voice they dare not contemplate
So final mischief they perform then through the door gyrate
Perdition’s gate they seal once more, no fear can infiltrate
Now silence will return again and we’ll recuperate
In time the fear will disappear and doubts evaporate
So order once again returns, our world to dominate
Yet in our minds there still exists (though we equivocate)
Confession for the origin of this despairing state
For harsh parental curse once made we can’t repudiate
What went around has come around to now reciprocate
Thus progeny of progeny is ours to expiate
We can’t take back what Nature in its wisdom still dictates
"I hope your children grow up to be JUST LIKE YOU!" still grates
And devil’s laughter is the fee we pay to procreate
Date: December 19, 2018
Contest Name: Give Me Goosebumps Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Categories:
misappropriate, grandchild,
Form:
Monorhyme
You open the flood gates if you say
You come from the bush and are in power,
So beside your regular pay
Some misappropriation won't matter.
Billions may pass on your belt each day
And your heart, dangling in greed,
May say to you: "Rustic fellow, make hay
While you can. Only bounds don't exceed."
Your move needs multiple endorsers
En route for the cash to come through.
Further, you lay yourself open to those bribers!
Truly, the day you did it you may rue!
"Where in the world has anyone
Been squeaky clean holding money like this?
As there's none under the sun
Taking some won't be that amiss!
"Seeing you insist on doing this,...
Even though you'll mislead your subordinates,
And are actually providing a basis
For graft,...Open the flood gates!
Money taken from the public purse
Will be in the tens of trillions!
You'll be engendering a captured burse
And bewildered citizens!
Categories:
misappropriate, allusion, corruption, extended metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
three souls once housed
in a womb selfishly self consumed...
the emotional adrift...from a mother
not torn and not ripped...
...three souls cast aside...
left defenseless as if blind...
...three souls recount the treachery...
served upon them countless years...
...far be it to repeat the same...
...they prefer the troll to disappear...
...for life is like a clay bird...
one shot or your a miss...
Misappropriate or mistaken...
the troll exceeds remiss
...the womb you so devoured...
reconstruction unexplained...
...we all moved very nicely...
...for your life whom do you blame...
Categories:
misappropriate, passion, life,
Form:
Lyric
Obsession with higher returns on investment
Crushes man, separating a person from personal data
Collected through stealth, subterfuge hidden in a vestment
Free services claim to account holders flatter.
Pecuniary motives peddle personal information
Concealed ruse gathers and bothers to assemble
For sale with neither owners’ consent nor participation
In how, what and which corporations information reassemble.
Personal information belongs not to information thieves
Who usurp personal details using terms and conditions
Which grant no legal right to knaves and knives
That manipulate and misappropriate data in misguided missions.
The global village vies to regulate
Behemoths that threaten freedoms in a cartel kingdom
That shuns integrity, expecting data owners to capitulate
In the face of trade carried out in a thoughtless thiefdom.
Categories:
misappropriate, poems,
Form:
Free verse