Best Miserably Poems
His smile is like a white crescent,
but a murky sky is hidden inside.
Afraid to portray mourning's of his mind
nor describe sour sickness of his tongue.
Piercing pain constantly stabs at wounds,
but you can't see his bitter blood bleeding
nor the bonfires burning his burdened heart.
He is the master of the masquerade,
exemplary scholar of skillful silence -
a psychologist's worst nightmare.
Yet they flock to him to adore his words,
so they can feel the magnetism of his smile,
laugh at his childish antics, be happy for a while.
Greatest showman playing the great pretender,
but he's crumbling, stumbling and tumbling inside.
Despite an abundance of admiration and applause,
he finds no solace, so feels miserably alone.
Feeling like a snowflake on a rainy day,
an empty balloon battling against the storm.
Demons of self doubt mock his actions,
he shakes his head in disbelief - but they laugh,
he screams, but they belittle him further!
His stomach shrinks with a loss of appetite,
dark bags appear beneath his sleepless eyes.
Life is a whirlpool of fractured fragments of glass.
Wondering what is the blessings of breathing,
what is the purpose of another sunrise.
He aches to be burnt into ashes
Will they even miss him if he is gone?
Silent One
21 October 2020
This poem is dedication to everyone who keeps a smile, when their world is falling apart. Many will relate, this is not a bio.
When writing it, at first I thought about Freddie Mercury and the show must go on, but as I wrote it, Robin Williams came to mind.
Someone we all miss.
We never know what people are going through. Sometimes, I see someone smile, but I try to look beyond. Never underestimate the importance of reaching out to someone. It could make a big difference in their lives.
As poets we have the power to reach out to many people through our words.
Is there someone you have not reached out to?
Thank you for reading.
Categories:
miserably, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Kissing the lips of a fat woman
Is delicious like Tania
It feels like sliding on the slippery floor
But you only will not fall miserably
Kissing her cheeks feels like sucking an ice cream
Hugging a fat woman feels like hugging a mattress
It feels comfortable like the sofa set
Hugging her feels like hugging a novel pillow
Taking her by the hand
Is not taking the cow by the horn
It’s as comfortable as the King’s walking stick
Touching her garment, means you are alive
After loving a fat woman
I did not buy an ice cream
My mattress was no longer comfortable before hugging her
I had to hug her to add to the comfort of my mattress
When she is not there
I am never healed and pass away
She is my comfort zone
A day without her; I kick the bucket
Categories:
miserably, love hurts,
Form:
Burlesque
Oh sapience of musings, oh savior of poetic art!
How longingly I seek you out to inspire my ballad
When lassitude of the night envelopes my mind
And grimace of dawn darkens shrouded in fog.
Oh lyrics of melodies, oh harmonies of music!
How eloquently you speak in articulate dreams
When wordless melancholy poignantly echoes
And voice of emptiness confiscates my themes.
Oh redeemer of words, oh language of feelings!
How musically you evoke rhythms of symphony
When broken phrases languish in depleted ink
And haze of confusion subjugates my euphony.
Oh oratory of wisdom, oh intellect of vocabulary!
How metaphorically you divulge motifs of imagery
When ineptitude of simile diminish comparability
And wordplay disappoints in misplaced analogies.
Oh allure of meaning, oh enticement of literacy!
How singularly you elevate cadence of my poetry
When decaying thoughts linger forever miserably
And creativity encounters nothingness of drudgery.
October 5, 2020
Placed 1st: When there is no inspiration poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
miserably, inspiration, literature, poetry,
Form:
Ode
Reflecting within silence of my thoughts
I feel the ills of world in its stygian form--
Its music devoid of the melodic sound
Echoing in humanity’s tenebrous bawl.
On my way I see summer’s rose gardens
And autumnal look of auburn elegance,
But mostly I encounter parched look of life
Like a river dry, in the grip of drought--
A depleted look of empty wine bottle,
Nothing left to offer, devoid of its buzz.
A hidden voice prompts, raising its voice,
Asking what the world would be like
If it could wipe all tears in mothers’ eyes,
And on troubled faces put million smiles
And feed the hungry, gripped in strife.
Peering now into grieved, disquieting lives
It takes me there to war-torn towns—
Pointing to a child wandering empty streets
Orphaned by someone else’s misdeeds
Amid nothingness of abandoned dreams;
Asking me angrily how does one restore
The flame that blazed in desolate child’s eyes
Before they brazenly killed her family…
Can you look in her eyes and explain why?
Can you dare say she’ll have a normal life?
I look for epiphany in epistle of almighty
But stumble in hindrance of the ordinary--
Wicked, narrow views of blatant primacy
Attempting to justify, but failing miserably.
I hear them trumpeting the world as it is
Sounding foolish in the world that could be.
June 23, 2020
Placed 1st: Reflections in silence poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
miserably, angst, conflict, deep, silence,
Form:
Free verse
I’m the prince with calloused palms
up at dawn with stifled yawns; pulling on boots
feeding pigs and herding cows - stuck in mud, it’s raining now
and as I plough, I dream of life... not on a farm
of white walled castles crowned in gold (like the tales told of old)
where beautiful princesses dance and laugh
(with roaring fires in their hearths) blowing kisses at princes
brave and bold - none of them shivering, miserably cold
but dreams are dreams, and so I plough
heir to acres; fit and well (and down in the village, there is this girl)
I have no castle, but I’ll ask for her hand
in time, a son, and new prince of this land
Categories:
miserably, allegory, allusion, analogy, desire,
Form:
Rhyme
I am amazed by the power of you words,
They seep through my skin
Like ink’s aphrodisiac,
And I feel powerless to stop them,
The mere thought of your hands
Touching me makes
Atoms explode inside my chest,
As if a universe is being born,
A light sweat glistens over my form
As my eyes devour every syllable,
My heart beats to the tune you write,
With quickened breath
I feel it consuming me,
This sexual fantasy wax lyrical,
I fail, not miserably but excitedly
To control my minds dirty idiom,
Where do the thoughts of lust go?
I feel them cling to me
Begging to be made manifest,
Tonight your pen is my phallic pleasure,
Take me and make me your muse.
Categories:
miserably, devotion, love, passion, romanceme,
Form:
Free verse
THE DREAM I LIVE
Oh, how much I dread the
Coming of night,
Not
For its darkness
Or its
Shadows’ frightening dances
On the walls
BUT
Cause of night’s charming
Companion,
Whom no eyelids,
Burdened with the toils of the day,
Could ever resist,
YES,
This charismatically delightful
Lord of the dreams,
Sleep is the name.
It is he who into his
Magic palaces to allure, me,
Awaits,
Into his citadel of mesmerizing
Dreams:
Of Kingdoms and riches and
Pleasures unending,
However,
All efforts to tempt me
My eyes to close for his marvels to see,
Miserably fail,
As, gallantly, with all my might
I resist not into his
Compelling trap to fall,
FOR
The dream I live with you,
My love,
I don’t wish, with any of his dreams,
To EXCHANGE!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
23 February 2013
Categories:
miserably, devotion, dream, love,
Form:
Epigram
When often thinking of times past
In accordance to her own place
She recalled a heart broken young woman
With longing her pain to erase
Guys grow fond of her demeanor
Going so far as to follow her around
Yet without a doubt she controls her heart
And departs them safe and sound
She never strays from her values and ways
From actions she continues to refrain
And when boys spend time in her company
For her, it is merely to entertain
Childish ways once embedded naturally
Inside her innocent mind
Have soon dissipated into the land of dreams
And reality she’s come to find
So many times she’s feared the day
When one young soul she shall meet
He’ll speak foreign truth she’s never heard
And sweep her off her feet
Hesitant to become transparent
She often hid her anticipation
And did so well for the initial encounters
Although with great frustration
No one seemed to understand her like this one
For in such a short amount of time
She questioned what her motives were
As her affection seemed to climb
Attempts to stray from him failed miserably
And in fact seemed to attract her more so
Each departure she vowed was the last
Yet her endearment continued to grow
Left in a quandary
She allows him to speak his peace
She soon understands his wishes for them
Are from each other to release
Now, rational a thinker she may be
She desires his wishes as well
But something leads her to believe
They both know this attempt will fail
She’s scared to read too much into this
In fear that feelings are unrequited
For only God can deem what’s to be true
And who shall be united
So, idly she and her soul await
For sign of returned desire
Yet, until that day she will attempt no more
And to her chambers simply retire
Categories:
miserably, lost love, lovelonging,
Form:
Quatrain
You may have known her as fable or fiction
But she was as real as deep blue oceans
And glorious dawns of rising golden sun;
Not quite blessed with grace of humanity
Hurting miserably in wounded dark alleys--
One among many--misdeeds of destiny
Trapped within inescapable pathos of society.
Like summer storms that churn hazy winds
And sound of glum-thunder ignites lightening,
Formidable was trauma of her throbbing beats
Haunting heart sorrowful, wistful, and lonely
Each time she looked up and dared to breathe.
Silently she stood there at gate of misery
Solitary like a tombstone no one ever visits;
A mother, a sister, a daughter, a homemaker
In plain sight on some corners of the world
Where echoes of quietude often got ignored.
Hurting miserably in wounded dark alleys,
Solitary like a tombstone no one ever visits,
Silently she stood there at gate of misery;
Face of the faceless --she was Eleanor Rigby.
August 13, 2019
Eleanor Rigby Who Was She Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jerry T Curtis
Categories:
miserably, anxiety, destiny, loneliness, lonely,
Form:
Verse
An ogre is seldom awakened by poetic lines
but he shakes his fists trying to slander others.
I laugh at his desperate attempts at writing.
Delighting in his flawed efforts at metaphors.
On all fours this ogre creeps around like a spider
Oh what distorted webs he dares to weave...
when he deceives those who do not know
his penchant for whining and absurd cries of wolf.
He aspires to climb to the peak of a mountain
but fails miserably with each witless haiku.
Do not fear in the false bravado of the daft beast,
but feast on his raves as he digs his own grave.
Imagery is lost among his gibberish blabber...
a rather nondescript description of such bluster.
His script is not clever, thought he thinks it is so.
He doesn't scare me or those who know... whatever
Inanity is the work of such a bootlicking fool...
a tool who yammers thinking he impresses others,
but a jester dances for those who seek a false throne.
Does that ring with a piffle of drivel to anyone but me?
Categories:
miserably, anti bullying,
Form:
Free verse
I deferred the words " I love you"
Until the morrows light.
Words, that from my heart,
I felt impressed upon to say.
For sure, "I love you",
Would have best been said that night.
Still I reserved ownership,
For perhaps some abstinent day.
Instead, from my vast reserve,
Grating words were launched to flight.
Words that once I'd spent,
Could never be recanted.
I had failed miserably,
At living life in the moment.
So, doting on another days sight,
I had taken our time for granted.
The next day's sun, I found,
Rose not for both alike.
Albiet the sky was blue and bright,
My day was overcast.
For from my life,
I allowed to slip, a love untold,
Now I'm forever yoked with regrets might,
Hard and fast.
Regret is felt always when it is too late.
Categories:
miserably, death, faith, father, inspirational,
Form:
Lyric
Who are you, my Lord?
And what am I standing here as a weather-beaten tombstone,
O Lord, reveal yourself to me on the tombstone standing here alone.
Long, long ago
Cain averted his face from the light,
the condemned river, surrounded by a dead
Cain laid atop of his own brother, flows into the valley
carrying the curse.
And the condemned river flows to the dark side of the sun
since the time Abel’s blood cried out.
My eyes grew so accustomed to the darkness
and, thus, though I am no longer able to stand in light,
I face you, the Lord of the origin of light,
standing here as a tombstone.
O Lord, are you the very person whose voice I hear?
are you the man who is rolling and tossing on the ground
under the out-pouring lashes who moans:
“forgive them,” each time I call for aid of my destiny?
O Lord, are you the one who crawl on the path
that leads to the Place of the Skull
in the mixed air of cries as the fools shout,
mockeries of the evil ones affront,
and the useless tears the women shed?
Are you the one who mutters: “forgive them,”
while falling under a rootless tree
for the weight of the tree is too great to bear?
For the good nature of humankind is numbed
by the weight of sins too deep to break loose.
The emotion of human kind becomes cold and cruel
and, therefore, O my Lord,
do you groan with pain unbearable:
“forgive them,” when those stone-hearted drive spikes
pierce your hands with no compunctions?
Are you the one who stands as a decaying wooden pillar
on atop of Golgotha with a darkening sun on your back
to close the shamefully-mistreated hard life,
the miserably-humiliated painful life?
Are you the benevolent kind-hearted one who looks up at heaven,
and at mobs who accused you, appealing with tearful eyes:
“Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”
When the wooden pillar collapses from its own weight
and darkness falls onto earth to cover the unsightly world,
I, the tombstone with no name or epitaph,
see a sad image standing atop of the Place of the Skull
tightly holding the world’s anguish.
Categories:
miserably, cry, dark, emotions, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Putin said he wouldn't invade, but then he's known for his lies
So when he sent in his murdering scum, it came as no surprise
It will go down in the annals of history, as Putin's great blunder
And if anything it's united Ukraine, and not tore it asunder.
American President Joe Biden has now found a way
To make that despicable war criminal, Vlad Putin pay
To Ukraine he's sending lethal predator, and reaper drones
That will help to build stocks of dog food, of Russian bones.
Russian soldiers are not human from what we have seen
You've read and seen the evidence, so you know what I mean
They're gutless and have yellow streaks all down their backs
And scurry down to the sewers when Ukraine counter attacks.
Russians fire from a distance and let their lethal missiles fly
At hospitals, nurseries and any innocent civilians passing by
They only kill unarmed men, women and children, who pose no threat
But Russia, the civilised world is watching and we will not forget.
Red flags are what the Russians are using, to justify a crime
But the world is not stupid and it can see through the grime
A Russian town on the border was shelled so they could blame Ukraine
Then used it as an excuse to inflict, more misery and pain.
Every Despot who commits war crimes will always pay the price
Putin the war dog will be put down, Ukraine will not think twice
He'll have to surround himself with thugs and be lucky every day
But an avenger will only have to strike lucky once, to make Putin pay.
No tears were shed when he lost his flagship, in the black sea
It is one lethal weapon less to use, against that war torn country
The west thought sanctions alone would bring this war to an end
But it hasn't really worked, so more arms the west must send.
The battle for the Eastern Donbas region is well underway
And for those brave Ukrainian defenders, we must all pray
They're fighting to defend their freedom and sovereignty
But only military aid from the West will ensure their victory.
The horrific scenes we've seen on the news of towns reduced to rubble
Are because Putin knows he's not winning and that he's in trouble
At his forthcoming military parade, he's hoping to announce a victory
But if he was an honest man he'd tell his country, that he's failed miserably.
Written on 20th April 2022
Categories:
miserably, america, death, war,
Form:
Rhyme
I am alone
I am bored
I had enough
I want more
Why can't I live without you
Why can't I forget loving you
I run through the night streets
I pick fights just to get beat
You think I won't forgive you
If it was only that simple to do
For what you can't seem to see
Is I can't... never forgive me
I have no friends
I have no family
I party without pity
Being in a glazed faze
Hell is all I raise
I am alone
I am bored
I had enough
I want more
Promises spoken only to deceive
Promises broken I foolishly believed
Nothing last forever nothing stays the same
True love ends when only one remains
People change People leave
People hate People bleed
People hurt People pain
Never never change
I am alone
I am bored
I had enough
I want more
I miss you terribly
I miss you miserably
I miss you more and more
Turn off the light
Turn on the night
Let me dwell in
My self pity skin
You think I won't forgive you
If it was only that simple to do
For what you can't seem to see
Is I can't...never forgive me
Categories:
miserably, anger, angst, depression, hate,
Form:
Rhyme
I know how to make your makeup run
Make you bleed like light bleeds from the sun
Cause the mascara you wear to smear down your beloved face
Tell me, how do tears stained black taste
I know how to rip you scars internally
Force you to the brink of pain for all of eternity
Have you scream until your voice reluctantly burns out
And eat at your soul as you annoyingly Pout
Girl, I know how to make you squirm
Make you wiggle miserably like a hook punctured worm
You're the one who made this insanity be
Who caused this madness to run wild inside of me...
I know how to raze your pitiful life
Read your lies and cut through them like a knife
Break your bones with painful words
Sticks and stones are just so absurd
Darling, I know how to make you cry
Make you beg to me not to let you die
Cause what goes around to come back around
Run your papier-mache heart into the ground
I know how to torture every spot in your nervous system
Take the atoms of your mind and soul and twist 'em
Stick your pretty little face under the barrel of a gun
I know how to make your makeup run
Categories:
miserably, teen,
Form:
Rhyme