Best Mortify Poems
"Join hands to sweep clean of all dirt and preserve the pristine beauty of Nature to enhance the quality of living. If not, fear her lashing us black and blue"
-by poet
Nature, you are God’s lovely creation,
Dressed in grandeur, decked in regal beauty
You give us much scope for recreation,
Preserving your grace becomes our duty
Poets chant and sing in honor of you,
Sages withdraw to your silence serene,
Beasts and birds have found you as their sweet home,
Men find their sustenance and thrive on you,
Dales and hills – add to your bright sheen
The sky with its stars form your golden dome
Dark forests and running brooks lend you charm,
Deep Ravines spell your profound mystery.
It’s our duty to save you from all harm
Sometimes you baffle with your trickery
Always kind you are, yet some brutish men,
Dismally assault you, they maim and mar,
They suck your life sap – they leave you dry,
They keep on committing sin after sin
Your beautiful frame, to pieces they tear
With their selfish acts, badly mortify
You were once so temptingly beautiful
You could amaze and take our breath away
Looked so elegant, lovely and graceful
In scenic beauty, you could proudly sway
You were Princess of royal lineage
Been decked in brilliantly colorful shade
But your thankless children carelessly spread
Toxic fumes, carbon and dirty garbage
And all your wealth they callously invade
They will ooze out your blood and cast you dead!
May.4.2022
Form O-Ode- New Poems Poetry Contest
Topic... Nature
Syllable Count-10 per line
Sponsor- Constance La France
Categories:
mortify, abuse, beauty, home, nature,
Form:
Ode
When I'm all alone and sleeping on a shelf;
There is nothing, no nothing else;
That will mortify, magnify immortalize my soul;
Nothing will, Nothing else will...
Nothing but God can satisfy me;
Nothing but God can satisfy
Nothing but God can satisfy me
Nothing. . .
When I'm all alone and sleeping on a shelf;
There's nothing no nothing else;
That will mortify, magnify, and immortalize my soul, nothing no nothing
Nothing but God can satisfy me;
Nothing but God can satisfy me;
Nothing but God can
(From James E Lee Sr. cassette " Need You" 1985)
Categories:
mortify, angel, appreciation, blessing, celebration,
Form:
Lyric
This situation seems quite dense
But don't make half the sense
But it happened two times in cadence
I'll try to shorten it so I won't trespass on your patience
So here's the deal
It's becoming hard to express how I feel
On the real
An unread love letter that remains unsealed
As cliche as "looks can kill"
You heard it before so you know its real
Anyway, this is how it goes
The unbearable love that nobody knows
It numbs the pain of your heart piercing the soul
With a high on poetic flow
So sick your eyes stay low
You'll be on straight lean mode
You know
My thoughts are paced
Til faith illuminates
The pain it takes
To repair a heart that's easy to break
Here to keep
Through ideas incomplete
His kisses bleed
To a place too deep
Even love couldn't reach
Where fear consumed me entirely
Fear of what?
Well, fear of you
And what your body can do
And I can't shake the feeling that you think so too
And I realize love is a choice that affects time
And to give in to it is matter over mind
Such seductive memories left behind
Guilty and convicted by a 3-word line
Now it's my time
As I mortify this rhyme
To pass up something so kind
Or maybe sublime
Cuz his time's out of love and my love's out of time
Categories:
mortify, life, love, heart, pain,
Form:
oh, where shall I fix my eyes upon the end
for man has taught me to look forward in time
in admiring the signs to take place
in order for the Lord to return
what do we know so much of the beginning
in which we have the knowledge of the end
the Lord and our soul have no end
for all for the end to come is vain
for they did not recognize the Lord when he came
and still do not submit unto his calling
to be unified and walk as one
the signs we should embrace
is the spirit no one knows where it comes from
or its path it is headed,but is left in awe by
the change and transformation created within
the end in which I seek is in plain view
from which the Lord fulfilled
in that day when he paid the ultimate sacrifice
all is complete and placed under his feet
that he might come and dwell within
to shine his light unto a deceived world
to put an end in our walk alone
that we might see we are the beast
in which must be lead to the cross
to become aware of the end of flesh is the end
that we must be burned away and purified
allowing the birth of Jesus to rise
for only through the Lord shall our
carnal and corrupt desires be laid to rest
the Lord returned as a trumpet
in the day I called out broken
from this time I tried to please the Lord
thankfully I am reminded I am a leaf and he is the tree
all our strength and support must come through him
before we can see the end
we must become aware we are dead without christ
for only through the Lord shall we be raised
with a quicken spirit to mortify our earthen vessel
to put an end to our earthy knowledge
and instill the knowledge of truth united as one
no longer longing to seek praise of man
but seeking to give glory unto the Lord
Categories:
mortify, christian, love,
Form:
Concrete
Forests, meadows, and brooks evoke feeling.
They dwell in isolation and therefore live eternally.
It conveys delight to those whose words cannot be reaching.
They aren't dead, but they are all in mortify sturdily.
Is the evolution of green life destined for poor performance?
And return in a floral arrangement that has been rejuvenated.
It's been there for millennia, and it's in the lap of grace.
Erratically comes humming dragonfly white-faced.
the sun and moon will continue to exist in perpetuity
Innocence prevails under the surface when there is a mismatch
It was spring since I first hear the crow's lullaby.
Occasionally, squirrels raid my broccoli patch.
After that, the acute working bees act to work buzzing.
Gardening gives you peace and feeds you from lonesome feeling.
First place contest winner
Written: July 29, 2021
A Brian Strand Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
mortify, analogy, appreciation, blessing, garden,
Form:
Sonnet
America the Free
© Ben Burton 11-11-2014
Atrocities of war
That mortify the soul
So bravely have they fought
With freedom as their goal
But there's an afterlife
For combat veterans
A stark reality
That is too often shunned
By those of us who've reaped
Rewards from what they've done
Meanwhile, they have to cope
With horrors from the front
But life must carry on
Tomorrow's a new day
I heard one soldier speak
Here's what he had to say
"Don't dwell on what you've lost
On pieces left behind
You still have your right hand
Your left foot's working fine
Bronze stars and purple hearts
Nice tokens of your deeds
But they won't buy a lunch
Of burgers, fries and tea
A bottle offers warmth
And helps to cloud your mind
But there's a life to live
That should not be denied
A gentle summer breeze
Conversing with a friend
About the here and now
And not the might-have-beens
You know what you've achieved
For liberty lives on
Those scars and missing limbs
Can't be allowed to taunt
Go forth with what you have
And proud of what you've got
Remembering your pals
Who got no second shot
The rest is up to you
For with your victory
You too still have a home
In America the free"
Categories:
mortify, veterans day,
Form:
Rhyme
I Wanna End Me
It’s chill dawg. I’m just a savage. Gotta take that redpill homie. Two squared. Remember the illusion and have a giggle. No need to pout. It’s just a lil fun and games. Haha. Paint me like one of your Trojan horses. Why be sad that I’m returning home soon? Big bad voodoo daddy. Let me know. New Orleans. It’s likely that I’m a sociopath. But what would it matter? Chairs don’t sit, so why would I let the thought do so?
Mcguffins. Pilgrims. Plow rainbow serpentine. Turps. Wax on, doze off. I wanna kiss Billie Eilish. Her dead inside look matches my ensuite. Reckon she’d carry a lot of Bilbo baggage. As do thee unto mishaps. Perhaps. Hmm. Plausible. Ocean endeavours. Funny to think she’s younger than me. Origami. Murmur more peasant.
No board here. Rest easy mudblood. Whichever jumbo cup, always worth the diabeetus. Science, beach. Card master rates, deep down low. Don’t watch on acid. Reads palsy palms. Muster the leap of faith. Sow the famine field of bliss. Certified manga madness. Mango? Two for five dollars. Get like forty of em’. Fiddy bucks. Lez go. Who the hell are ya? I wanna know. Who do you think you are? Coming round here. Fancy pants.
Route 66 roadtwister? I don’t think so mister. Haha. Fly away. Debate the ways of the flying dutchman. Fly over yonder with thou stout in hand. Bound for the beasts riches in tires. Burnt rubber smells so good, not as good as keytamine. Tammy you little dinglebat. Rest easy little nymph. Driftking stands for doorokrats. Laundries. Coin? Denary. Tugboat the infestation. Retribution. Mortify. Grrrrr. That’s a growl. I don’t care. Zoo wee mumma. Throw that little Rat in a tub of acid. That’s nuts.
Categories:
mortify, cheer up, destiny, flying,
Form:
Free verse
Giant Red Planet Mars: What's really going on?
Rumors are, there is someone other than I
They're hiding where I can't see if I try
Some say they’re pint-size, big heads, and huge eclipse black eyes
Never wearing a disguise
Some say they're green
Some say they’ve been seen
Have been found and hidden out of sight, long ago
People are horrified and mortify to say otherwise and forgo
Kidnaping earthlings
And transported to distant headings
Unknown
True or false, I don’t know
Who am I to say otherwise?
We just go with the flow and compromise
We can’t blow away rumors
Crawl away just because we’re late bloomers
What knowledge we possess is our own
We’ve never been shown
Are we prone to fear?
At things that we hear
On Mars surface,
Observed by countless boisterous
Rumors, three dome cities thought to be found
Capstone mound
Possible a pyramid buried deep underground
Landscape that could transform
Caused by windstorm
Does it have a connection with our Egypt’s pyramid forms?
Not a trick of the light and shadows from the stars
It’s really bizarre mystery of what constitutes the giant red planet Mars
Is someone else here on earth hidden where we can’t see?
Do we learn from them or go on our own way thinking we’re the only ones and let be
6/27/2015
Contest Name: Subject Mars
Sponsor: Joe Maverick
Categories:
mortify, introspection, planet,
Form:
Rhyme
The temporary altar, Translation of Etiemble’s quintet: Le reposoir by T. Wignesan
For us
As for me, I have renounced the noxious vault
where the other life child concealed a father
whom he had sometimes betrayed his mother
who took him for someone else
the baby she sensed to be a clone.
For you, I have renounced the death mask
which earlier on I yearned leaving on this earth,
baked dust. Pride? But tomorrow you wander about
looking for me in this me, void of feeling,
i‘d rather leave nothing: all: my image in you.
For you, I have renounced the common grave
where, in me, eponymous heroes mortify themselves.
Pride of another kind – hero and zero, these rhyme! –
which provoked me to disown my verse thanks to theirs
in swarms: for you, my passing is not news in brief.
For you, I have renounced the morgue’s formalin:
life lingers on in me as a Sorgues medic
glides me in a body-bag after the great organs
of the death mass. I’d hardly serve to
disgorge your viscera live, and dead, to undo you.
For us, I’ll burn in a crematory oven:
not love’s fires which burnt their poems:
not loves gone cold which had me in thrall
-the floodtide of sperm and blood, mixed with anathemas-,
but of wood and for you. Death, where’s your victory?
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
mortify, death, love,
Form:
Quintilla
(Please! Donald! You Need Help!)
Yes, "Not invented here" it seems Trump's motto for today!
So, institutions long revered are taken out of play.
"What is not mine cannot be saved," the lesson through the noise,
The truth is elementary: You like it? Hates your toys!
Yes, baddest bully in the school, don't doubt it or he cries
Glib prostitutes his only friends, for friends are treats one buys!
The rich are laws unto themselves, let others pay contracts,
If they resist, use scabs and launch Orwellian attacks.
Yes, only fools owe any tax, it's cheaper just to cheat,
Corruption (learned at Daddy's knee), a voter's prime red meat,
Our government, rich swallow whole, your children their dessert,
And golf (where they keep score) life's game du jour. Time to convert!
Yes, patronage is game he plays, "Me patron, you peon!"
And competition's no problem if Donald's champion.
Unless the Russians are involved, then Putin is the man!
"He whups my ass, just like my Dad! Dictators! I'm a fan!"
Yes, moneyed folks know Trump's no mensch, keep daughters at arm's length,
But secrecy surrounds his house; in death throes, still shows strength!
He rants and raves and says he'll sue (it helps keep folks off-guard),
But if you look over his fence? White trash camped in his yard!
Yes! Donald's wife? Hates her life too; don't think you are alone!
The only sex toys still in use are "Fox and friends" by phone.
As global warming melts earth's ice, moves planet toward shipwreck,
Crimes mortify close fiends, his flesh; may gravestones read "Oh Heck!"
Long Tooth
April 21, 2018
Categories:
mortify, bullying, humor, political, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
Sharp teeth incising my neck,
It's uncontrollably going on trek,
Intimate vampire whom can't be seen,
From his wounded mouth slowly drip my flesh and blood,
Assasination pinned to mortify the efficacy of an elite,
My heart is gradually tearing from its position,
Already,my fore limbs are choped off by his sharpened dagger,
His enlogated nails are pluging off my eyes,
"Return no more",
The assassin said within an uproar,
"I'm February 13th from stapled territory crowned to cause demean,
Ruling with hatched and mingled sin,
Tyranically subbed to configure false traits,
When I'm done with you,...you'll be left a constraint,
Your intenstines would be taken out through your palms,
And you'll respect my day before the red day comes.
Well,my speech is less painful than my well boiled harms,
So take it fast before life in you is gapped.
See you later when I return with heavy club."
Categories:
mortify, adventure,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Minus adverse side effects
courtesy Ropinirole HCL
couple nights I did try,
albeit yours truly wanted to die,
plus also yearned tubby
among grrrrrreat full dead, no lie,
yes absent asthenia, fatigue,
and/or malaise oh my
nausea, vomiting, somnolence, dizziness,
and asthenic condition,
I woefully did decry
unconsciously kicking,
thrashing, twitching, wife kvetching
downing aforementioned medication
found me awry
beseeching psalm body
e'en the Sultan of Brunei
or sovereign from Abu Dhabi
to administer euthanasia,
I would willingly rectify
to bid good riddance and goodbye
experiencing said unpleasant reactions
listed above, hence death wish
of mine to comply
expressed modus operandi doth underlie
trawling the net whereby, to crucify
rigging (leg giddy met) i.e. legitimate
gofundme site could justify
assisted suicide recycling, reimbursing
repurposing... biodegradable cross -
guaranteeing faithful ethics to fortify
upon me rising masses will deify
an imperfectly square profane guy
skeptic at heart, unsure soul will go skyhigh,
or descend into Dante's inferno,
hmm... methinks hot meal my
olfactory organ doth nasally espy
summat good cooking, therefore aye
got hearty appetite unbearable symptoms
amazingly relieved, that scare did mortify,
now get secular humanist off doggone †
lest he gets cross and promises to nullify
future aery missions...
sidelining death, viz abort... fail... retry
else fans ye will need to pacify,
and posthumous rock star status
martyr on your stained hands
leaving widow whose syrup prize
zing tears unceasingly cry
without spouse to henpeck,
she cannot deny
cuz, body (mine), saintly
nicked peep pulled, tattooed
with apostolic marks
sharp nib she did apply.
Categories:
mortify, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Your Birthday
By Roy Merritt
So today is your birthday another year gone by
One more year older a thought to make one cry
Another year upon the pile another year has left
And another year you know you closing in on death
And upon that time you not certain, not certain where and when
But you know for sure it’s coming, coming to you in the end
And once it does the years will pass, will pass come and go
Without any notice by you, this you surely know
Not by you or any of those who’ve come this very way
The millions upon millions who’ve seen the light of day
Those that dwell in darkness now and silence be all around
As they mortify and turn to dust ‘neath some hallowed ground
And you can be certain with little regard or doubt
The numbers will grow and grow as if water from a spout
Because Death it has a hunger, a hunger to increase the score
He hungers for very many, hungers for many more
And he knows this for sure he knows this indeed
This day will come to you a day perhaps to bleed
To bleed upon some wreckage perhaps of man made ways
You upon that time to die and cease any future days
Or disease will embrace you in its reliable course
Will mount you upon its steed upon its fearsome horse
And gallop forth forever and make you forever a slave
Forever from now on chained down into the grave
Perhaps to ponder the life you had and how this life you spent
And how you lost your soul and wonder it went
To wonder where it went wonder where it went
Categories:
mortify, anxiety, birthday, depression, pain,
Form:
Rhyme
You want to led me down..
But I want to raise you up..
You want to mortify me in an astounding crowd..
But I want to respect you even in my lonely time..
You want to cross oceans of hate..
But I want to walk miles of love..
You want to thrash me out of your heart..
But I want to crawl in your soul..
You want people to blame me out..
But I want to grasp your innocence..
You want to draw my sketch as a betrayer..
But I want to color your entity as a loyal player..
You want me to weep out..
But I want you to laugh loud..
You want to break my trust..
But I want to hold your faith..
You always wished to know the difference..
You always asked for discrepancy between us..
This is the difference which lies between us..
Categories:
mortify, betrayal, deep, depression, grief,
Form:
Vaasokht
Quote: Nature is flawed yet flawless, the ground likes your toes, and that your ponytail endears the breeze. (By Poet)
Sunset evolves into a dust cloud.
As the colors shift, the trees become dreary.
In the wee hours, a drumbeat of loud sirens howled.
As the sun sets, bright glossy white clouds fall utterly.
Not Beyond the earth or screens.
Nature, at her finest, is mixture of flowers and greens.
The lofty trees wore a white cloak floating the scenes.
Rather than snarling down the hill, they took it slowly.
Snow was a curse, nature was a mystery.
Ecosystem plants, alike humans, can mortify.
Even clueless people may now grasp the global natural crowd.
Men must live in congruity with nature and work unweary.
Nature and mind are always gleans.
Let's save colorful flowers swing in the homely.
Written: July 15, 2021
Writing Prompt - Fragmented Spaces Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
mortify, analogy, appreciation, august, beautiful,
Form:
Rhyme