Best Misdemeanors Poems
As his mind drifts upon silent shores of uncertainty,
he ponders what was, what is and what is yet to come.
He wonders why no one understands the pangs of his soul,
unsure if his thoughts are heard, as they float away with the wind.
Misdemeanors of his mind are plagued by battles within his heart,
deliberating whether the seed of his creed will bleed or succeed.
Before him lies a path infected by vermin devouring dead crows,
behind him a collection of unchallenged emotions from a forgotten childhood.
Silent One
25 June 2018
Example for eight lines of fate, when you wonder if it is too late
Categories:
misdemeanors, analogy, dark, deep,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
What are these objects in your frames?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Why must they gotta be the same?
Cars and busses, traffic lights
Bicycles and motor bikes
Crosswalks, signs, and steps and stairs
Fire hydrants everywhere
Boats, planes and parking meters
Tickets, fines, misdemeanors
Why are you so fond of these?
Why are palms the only trees?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
The pictures trapped inside of there
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Depict a world so bleak and bare
Arid, bland, unaesthetic
Barren, drab, unpoetic
Sterile, cold, antiseptic
Unconcerned, apathetic
Somber, sad, and desolate
Woeful, bland, pedestrian
Weary, grim, dreary, hopeless
Grainy, gray, out of focus
It doesn’t need to be this way…
Many things could fill your squares
Why not fill these things in there?
Tambourines and castanets
Bass trombones and clarinets
English horns and piccolos
Harpsichords and xylophones
Fiddles high and Irish whistles
Jingle bells and finger cymbals
5-string banjos, mandolins
Saxophones, accordions
Desmond Tutu and Mandela
Cassius Clay, Cinderella
Charlemagne and Genghis Kahn
George and Ringo, Paul, and John
Twain and Edgar Allan Poe
Wayne and Brando and Monroe
Ida Wells, Frida Kahlo
Steinem, Parks, and Ferraro
River Thames and stormy seas
Winter wrens and bumble bees
Cyprus, ash, oak, fir, and pine
Sassafras, willow, and lime
Daffodils and magnolias
Marigolds and begonias
Cabbage, beets, and potatoes
Carrots, beans, and tomatoes
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
If your pictures must remain
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
How aboutcha change the frames?
Captcha circles, captcha suns
All the captcha olygons
Wiggly captcha twiggly lines
Twisty captcha twiny vines
Captcha diamonds, captcha hearts
Captcha clovers, moons, and stars
Captcha ribbons, Captcha lace
Captcha colored string bouquets
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
We understand you're here to stay.
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
Just be more creative, OK?
Categories:
misdemeanors, funny, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
footsteps aimlessly
walking on their trails
beaten down and broken
shiny as the rails
the rails of the train
over used and rusted
crumbling ignored
the system that you trusted
the silence of conformity
the quiet crying song
of people lost in apathy
monotony so long
the old man remembered
the booming days of old
and tried to warn the youngster
with stories he had told
the young man in the t shirt
can hear no warning cries
television cataracts
covering his eyes
commoners injected
with complacent misdemeanors
fed intravenously
from mass media feeders
the heretics will scream
with no one to hear their call
the working slaves will perish
society will fall
in the pulpit yelling
mystifying lies
sweating like a demon
with fire in his eyes
passing round a dish
to collect the workers' wage
saving souls ain't easy
so he sets a stage
profiting from fear
preparing them for death
comfort is a business
says his liquor breath
on the front row fanning
the woman says amen
waiting for the bell
so she can live in sin
forgiveness is a blessing
that god will give to few
surely she'll be one
when her life is through
the child in the classroom
with the curious mind
will be beaten and conditioned
until she too is blind
"trust in the system"
is the motto that they teach
"question nothing,
so higher you can reach"
the land of the free
the home of the brave
only for those of us
content with being slaves
some will stand on street corners
holding big white signs
telling of injustice
held beneath our sights
but those who throw the bombs
which burn society down
those will be the shakers
for true freedom to be found
but the sheep still continue
to justify their life
ignoring others torment
blind to their strife
perpetuating failure
selling bankers souls
to keep on consuming
to get the best remote control
to build themselves a shield
what kind of life is this
numbness is a virtue
and ignorance is bliss
Categories:
misdemeanors, age, america, baptism, class,
Form:
Free verse
For years the men have ruled the roost
so it’s high time ladies soccer got a boost
In July the winning team will lift the cup
it’ll be filled with bubbly for gals to sup!
Two teams will play in the final game
the winning side will see their name
as champions; this will open folks eyes
that soccer isn’t just a game for guys!
The players take part from many empires -
some teams are bad, but they are triers.
They represent their nation with such pride
in time we know the teams who've qualified
I watch the tv to see my favorite team
they score a goal, I whoop and scream
Players run like hares across the pitch
practiced set pieces go without a hitch
They score again, I leap from my chair
the other team say the goal wasn’t fair
The ref says play on, but they are fuming
tempers flare, payback’s all consuming
One player grabs hold of the other’s shirt
and pushes her over, she’s badly hurt
How could the ref miss that blatant foul
perhaps she should throw in the towel!
I jump up shouting at the female ref -
Is she blinking blind as well as deaf!!!
Perchance all referees should be male
they’d spot misdemeanors without fail!
It's fun watching the women's world cup
and interest in ladies soccer is on the up!
2019 FIFA Women's World Cup Poetry Contest
Sponsor Mark Toney
6/27/19
Categories:
misdemeanors, football, humorous, sports, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
Founding fathers believed in freedom of the press, religion, speech, assembly, and petition.
Opportunity must be opened to all.
United we stand and divided we fall.
Religious establishment by the government is prohibited.
Trial by jury is a constitutional right; taxation without representation is not.
High crimes and misdemeanors by the president are impeachable offenses.
Oligarchies(Rulership by 'the few') in America must never be allowed.
Freedom is not really free; it always cost us something.
Justice delayed is justice denied.*
Union of 50 states makes up The USA.
Liberty and Justice in America are for all.
Yielding to the will of the majority is the American way.
062220PS*Wilkipedia. Origin. There are conflicting accounts of who
first noted the phrase.#89 in Top 100 poems for the last month.
Categories:
misdemeanors, america, july,
Form:
Acrostic
unconditional love
the truest form
selfless
altruistic
wholehearted
invested
free
genuine
no matter what
the kind of love
a dog will give you
his ego never getting in the way
forgiving time after time
any misgivings
or misdemeanors
not keeping track
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on January 26, 2020 for contest TRUE LOVE sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 1ST
Categories:
misdemeanors, devotion, dog, giving, integrity,
Form:
Free verse
Birth: Cradle. Diapers. Mess. Cries.
First: Word. Step.
Sneezes. Doctor. Parents Doting Over. Brother/Sister...
Kindergarten: Swing. Toys. Daily Snoozes. Lunches.
School: Teachers. Marks. Principle and Misdemeanors.
Games. Yard. Ball. Tripping. Crutches. Bed.
Fights. Broken Nose. Blood. Makeups. Forgiveness.
Neighborhood. Friends. Hangouts. Drinks and Smokes.
Girls. Parties. Show off - Pretense. Kisses. Finally: Sex.
College: More Kisses. Sex. Spring. Winter. Summer.
Sessions. Tails. Beer. More Beer. Vodka. Gin with ice.
Coffee. Night Sessions. Finally Diploma.
Thereafter: Work. Love. Starry Sleepless Nights.
Unending Conversations. Proposal. Wedding. Marriage.
Mother In Law. Father In Law. Sudden Relatives.
Conversations. Advice How To Live. Trapped.
Quarrels. Clubs. Friends. Alcohol: Boy Nights.
Often Repeated.
Make ups. Birth. Cradle. Diapers. Mess. Cries.
First: Word. Step.
Sneezes. Doctor. Sleepless Nights.
Doting Over. Son/Daughter...
Possibly Repeated.
Stress. Mistress. Bed. Possibly Repeated.
Business. Money. Planning. Overspending.
Job: Overtimes At Work. Scheming For Advancement.
Finally Achieved. Jobless. Multiply Repeated.
Old Age. Grandson/Granddaughter.
Diapers. Cradle. Kindergartens. Schools.
Universities. Stress. Pressure.
“Grandparents: Help!” Possibly Repeated.
Retirement. Migraine. Glasses. Heart.
Kidneys. Lungs. Bones. Doctor. Bed.
Death. Speech. Coffin. Goodbye. Crying.
Categories:
misdemeanors, life,
Form:
Concrete
You're my hero this month, Dianne.
You brought down your unfaithful man.
"Luv Guv," now your ex,
was wild about sex.
One staffer was his greatest fan.
A text meant for her went to you!
Months later you'd bid him adieu,
but first you'd make dang
sure hubby would hang.
Your quiet "campaign" would ensue.
Your audio tapes would assist
the Ethics Committee, whose fist
would come down hard--POW!
The truth is out now.
Tax payers know they have been dissed.
To cover his sins, "Luv Guv" used
their tax dollars. No one's amused!
He's charged; now he'll pay
in more than one way.
All know he was rightly accused.
May 1, 2017, entered in Brian Strand's May Day Premier contest: 25-line max,
any topic or form
Last month, Robert Bentley was forced to resign as Governor of Alabama--
after days of refusing to resign on the grounds he'd done nothing illegal,
the affair. When all of IT hit the fan--that he'd committed crimes by using tax payers' money for cover-up efforts--he had no choice but to step down.
Information (phone records, texts, and tapes) provided by his wife (then-wife) of fifty years led to his downfall. I do admire her. She kept her cool and did the right thing!
He's been charged with two misdemeanors and is to perform community service
in his area of expertise--dermatology. This fact was in the most recent article I read.
Categories:
misdemeanors, corruption, hero,
Form:
Limerick
The book of torts is the new manual for life
The law is king and
The government must always be praised
Efficient and effective parliaments
Are measured by legislative prowess
As laws multiply
So does government success
They believe only in themselves
So all is good and that is best
When friendship and cohesion should be encouraged
Suspicion and accusation is codified
In a world where the static reality of a regulation
Cannot account for the variances of human interaction
We have laws that stymie individuality
Rights are temperamental
Democracy is multi-faceted
Today we are afraid of terror
So we legislate against the man
Not facing us in the mirror
The misdemeanors of a selfish few
Act as a rod to beat compliance from all
The law that was a reaction
To a particular person’s misdemeanors
Applies to everyone
Even those with less sin
Blinded by rhetoric
We believe that wrongs that are topical fads
Must be legally deterred
Irrespective of the goad we pass on to
The inheritors of our short sightedness
The net of authority captures indiscriminately
The cry of unfairness would be too late
When we are forced to be reactive
After the seductive romance
Of our legislators’ public consultation is over
And we get laws that bite ferociously
Government popularity is the aim
Phantom enemies are created
So they can be legally slain
By a government that
Sends liberty down the drain
Vote wisely if you wish to have a say
Or take whatever bolshie government
That does not understand fair play
Categories:
misdemeanors, political,
Form:
Expectation's misdemeanors
outflanking volition
infringed upon experience's
self-imposed options,
griping on about whirlwind's
imposing velocity to
which atmospheric pressure
has naught resolving power
whence high tide pressure rises
persuading tendencies,
universe hardly questions 'why'
to phenomenons' meddle,
psychobabble' s deliberations
deluding prospective trespasses,
conclusive interpretation hence life
is but a crapshoot game of chance
Categories:
misdemeanors, allegory, hyperbole, philosophy,
Form:
Carpe Diem
Came to this country little suitcase in hand
For a better life in this wonderful land
Pockets were sort of empty but he mentally planned
7 days of school-work as he desperately could,
To send money back to care for his family
Found a Haitian princess to live ever happily
Then something happened
I came about gradually
But actually,
I was second in line
My sibling was the first to cry through birth
It was I who naturally did all to hurt
Playing with greens acting a jerk
Misdemeanors causing people’s blood vessels to burst.
Gone are the days where I grew up in church
Went from being colorful to emphasizing the darkness of my worth
My mind used to be free now it has the same shackles of a slave
Dreaming of unfathomable thoughts- the sum of my fears
Half a time ago the world’s producers of pure tears
Alone in this world
I tricked myself into believing that no one really cared.
Categories:
misdemeanors, appreciation, character,
Form:
Free verse
2 Timothy 4:3-4:4
For the time will come when men will not tolerate sound doctrine, but with itching ears they will gather around themselves teachers to suit their own desires. So, they will turn their ears away from truth and turn aside to myths.
The practitioners of “The Big Lie”
Election results, one must never decry
Let us examine some history
By which we’ll note the hypocrisy
Al Gore in 2000, Hillary in 2016
Stacy Abrams in Georgia did scream
How does one discern what is truth
The good book says examine the fruit produced
Thirty-two million for Mueller to investigate
Months of media claiming Trumps a reprobate
What did this produce folks
It was all a Democrat and media hoax
Impeachment over a phone call to Ukraine
No high crimes or misdemeanors was plain
Hunter’s laptop called Russian disinformation
January 6th labeled an insurrection
No guns, no bombs, not even pitchforks
Capitol Police acting as escorts
If you are unable to see rotten fruit
Providing more evidence is simply moot
Just know that Paul foretold it all
We need a revival, or America will fall
Categories:
misdemeanors, culture,
Form:
Rhyme
The lady in the flowers
The lady in the flowers with the white cotton dress;
It flows behind her and clings to her, as she gathers her bouquet.
With her crown made from picked daisies, she looks like a Princess;
Her smile shines like a sun beam on the fourth of May.
In this magical place, we are lost no more; we are in love!
Good Heaven’s above, are sending signals to us.
As she dances through the tulips,
She is soft to the touch and receptive to my advances;
Ladies in lavender do not give second chances.
But she is truly forgiving all my misdemeanors;
She is a vision in white and I want to be dancing with her.
As the path made from patches of grass,
Leads us into a beautiful future;
I am at ease in this place of peace.
She passes through reeds and then I lose her!
She vanishes beneath the water and all I see is her waving goodbye.
Oh my! Where has she gone? I am screaming on the inside;
But as I dive in search of her, I find myself…
...in a wonder land.
I had never imagined that this dream could really have happened.
Into the water and through to the other side;
I climb out into her arms and again off she glides.
So once again I give kiss chase;
In case this time she is gone for good.
But she is never really leaving me;
She is just leading me to a place where we can be in love.
The leaves are multi-coloured
And this place has forever been hidden from all before.
She has welcomed me into her fantasy;
I can be a part of her world.
She skips through clear puddles
And in each of them I see my double.
I am a stranger on the inside
And I am rather befuddled.
But she is the fairy light I follow morning until night
And with all my might I shall become a part of her life.
Out into the clear, there is so much to see and to hear
And whenever she is near, blue birds suddenly appear.
A blanket is waiting next to a hamper for two.
We can rest now we have found each other…
Love is in bloom.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
misdemeanors, beautiful, clothes, dance, flower,
Form:
A minor typo found this fanatic spell binding hound to resend a poem posse sub bully dashed off in a huff (past the hour) if nothing else than fur his spurt full of peace, bot tee, and mind.
Thus this Norwegian bachelor wannabe (most closely aligned with said status closely attained unmarried state by pledging my Unitarian troth) tilled, sown, and furrowed spirit nsync with the missus sleeping in close proximity.
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dog tired this day - march 29th, 2018
no matter this dawg gone pup
took numerous one after another cat nap
his utterly fatigued
body electric still ragged
as if he went without sleep for a lifetime,
ensnared within a time warp,
espied that aggravating "aw SNAP"
(error code instead of a webpage
indicating Chrome happens to be
experiencing problems loading)
or, simultaneously
caught in a narcoleptic parent trap
thus, while a burst of energy
temporarily doth prevail
(a priori which extreme fatigue
of body, mind and spirit -
more troublesome, and worse than -
getting crucified
with a rusty nine inch nail
alleviated with deep sleep finds
much more tiredness
than usual quotidian sleepiness
bruiting this male)
being imprisoned (for high
gram matt tick crimes
and misdemeanors) such as: comma, splices,
dangling a modifier, splitting an infinitive,
unnecessary parenthesis (), et cetera
which landed me punctually,
proverbially, and squarely
in the slaammed shut jail
fed thin gruel with grubs that didst flail
nauseating pluperfect revulsion
each time hide exhale
which, many hours long rests did restore
for a bit of time only for totally tubular
exhaustion to come roar
ring back leaving me tour
charred as if...i fought in every major war.
Categories:
misdemeanors, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Light Verse
You Know Who You Are.
I read you the truth and you backed away
Your rose-tinted glasses went back to the day
They edged out, all that pain and hurt
Made you feel better, dredged up no dirt
You read what I wrote, and it really choked
All of the memories those words evoked
Hard to recall when you're wrong
Hard to accept your acrid pong
You became irate and denied all said
You were perfect, good, I am misled
But deep down, a churning doubt
You know the truth now that it’s out
So, no crime committed, no harm done
Your conscience is clear, all harmless fun
But somewhere hidden scratches a claw
Jogs your memory, sticks in your craw.
You know who you are.
David Cox 06/01/21
Categories:
misdemeanors, 11th grade, fate,
Form:
Rhyme