Best Neediness Poems
(This a new Version created using many editing suggestions from Linda:)
I picked you up
like a “shiny” newly minted copper penny
it was your kitten fur voice
O how you would hate that...
the avocado texture of it
with which
no matter what wild wicked hour I would call you
you would answer
You shimmered like sunlight
on the forest floor of my needles of neediness
glinted off the shiny chrome and twilight blinders of my
“made to order” searcher’s soul
You were the perfect portent
with your torrents of torment
to wash clean my jet and emerald caves
Or was it you who found me?
a white gem
silent, hidden behind my poetry
sitting in a seat in that Inn
listening to the hues of blues
stenciling the deep red shards of my heart
onto the unlined pages
of a blank black journal
I wore cool light blue and soft sheet cotton
like a cloud-kissed sky
I was light as air and as deep as “a thousand leagues under the sea”
You became my heroic touchstone,
my one true thing sapphire-sparked rock of glory
I hung you around my neck
oxen yoked myself with the weight of you
I hung myself
faithfully -to “my cross to bear”
your endless denial of our love.
You were lithe…thin as a straw… tall as a poplar
white as ash and grey as coal
except for the orange hot fire in the center ring
....of your cigarette
I mistook it for the flames of our unearthly love
It was just the firmament of your eternal coolness reflecting back
the stars of my own piercing need
Yoked by my own wanton weave … I drove on blindly
mind spider webbed
the ghost of your emotion-less carcass draped around my neck
“Leave no man behind”
I know you laughed and told them
that it was just a fire pit left in a cave
by the Queens of the Stone Age -Some loud, angry band you loved
Less real to you
by far more ethereal and ever lost in time to me
than the new found “writing on the wall”
Categories:
neediness, love hurts,
Form:
Free verse
Still the Worst Job Ever
How do I hold thee, let me count the ways.
I hold thee trembling, beneath kitchen sinks
crouched in the darkness of the brightest days
guiding thy beam as his patience shrinks.
I hold thee dulled by lightning’s fearsome flash
shakily awaiting unseen anger
tortured by the inevitable crash
intrigued by the neediness of danger.
I hold thee wide eyed in dirt-floored cellar
your flame slow flickering on edge of sight
dimming through the range of yellowed color
draining the darkness from a darkened night.
I hold thee, for my brothers all have fled
I hold thee, not knowing what they dread.
11/13/2014
Submitted for - Sara Kendrick - Jobs – Poetry Contest
Categories:
neediness, childhood, father, jobs, son,
Form:
Sonnet
We were born as one of eight,
As always said last in first out,
Some of us unfortunately late,
To be found out what this is all about.
Through as seed to eyes wide,
Reflections of our guardians past,
Our lifes path determined for the ride,
On us as punishment did last.
Running to each for rescue,
Our thoughts, minds a damage,
Not realising all affected as we grew,
By ignorance and uncontrolled rage.
Given a mind of neediness and not real thought,
A reality of life for the rest,
Real knowledge and understanding never sort,
A fight to achieve and make the best.
Of what was afforded to our untrained mind-sets,
Surviving the stages of life,
Who was to know who above placed bets,
A guardian dies and relieves a little strife.
Some leave as falsely grown,
The rest left behind to continue,
To continue in chosen paths without proper seeds sown,
A new step in our life, pain to persue.
A little relief of a place,
Bodies growing but minds stunted,
To a new home we move but same pace,
By continued hurt, pain forever blunted.
Behind closed doors but some unheeded,
Our own flesh grabbed at by a new,
The cries of our little bodies that needed,
Evil persons not of the same blood we knew.
Why was this to be our serve?
Please be taken away,
What did we do to deserve,
As children to avoid more dismay.
The end eventually given,
Finally a space to heal,
By powers unknown for continued living,
A built outer protection sheath for real.
Our own flesh birth we give,
As supposed to be,
To learn from our past and live,
We did not know true glee.
But for us and them we will try our best,
Of ours and heir’s share our pains,
To remain and love as true for the rest,
As in the past hurt always rains.
But to know and learn how,
One day all will know, what,
Life is supposed to be now,
Transpired and by who caused this rot.
Life will continue I know, without shame,
As we all are not the same.
08/28/2016
Categories:
neediness, abuse, childhood, confusion, family,
Form:
Rhyme
I don’t want to miss you
So don't make me...
Just to prove a point
To Fulfill a need
There is no point or need for that
I miss you
You know it’s true
So, don’t hide behind the guise
Of busyness
The hide and seek neediness
Of your heart
For affirmation's seal
I miss you
Let it be enough
Don’t ask the whys or wherefores
Of what that all means
It seems
It’s just the way it is
Essential entity to me
I miss you
Just let it be
Just bask in the knowledge
In the serenity and sweet simplicity
Of this truth
I miss you…
I do
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
neediness, i miss you,
Form:
Free verse
I've been a bit free with the vitriol with a couple of poems recently, and need to check myself. Some months ago I met a bard, Kevan Manwaring. In his book, the Bardic Handbook, he recommends satirising oneself to see how it feels...
With satire comes responsibility
Thus spake the bard, regarding cosmic law
‘Tis true that thought and act and speech are free
But heed the truth learned by the bards of yore
What goes around and round will soon return
To that dark human place where it began
And pain shall be the lesson he shall learn
Who points his pen in anger at a man
Lest he forget, we none of us shine bright
That are not sullied by some silent shade
And he who seeks another man to slight
May curse the pen that bore the words he made
For what we see in others, we have known
Some simple human neediness or greed
The weakness we perceive is like our own
Who knows a tree that has not seen a seed
So satirise yourself, so spake the bard
Before you dare another man to mock
And turn upon yourself a light as hard
As that with which you wish a man to shock
Unshadow your shortcomings, write them true
Or fall upon your failings like a sword
For this is what you would to others do
And thine own self hast thine own pen ignored
Now weigh the pain you draw like blood from light
With cut of blade, of swift and vicious pen
Look down upon yourself from lofty height
As you would fain look down on other men
What do you see, but merely flesh and fear
A naked frightened soul that cries for love
All sorrow bound and clothed in darkness drear
With eyes up turned in hope to light above
Have pity, spake the bard, for every word
You wield will have the power to wound or heal
Remember what you here have seen and heard
Think twice before you cause a man to feel
The lacerations of your jagged wit
The schadenfreude of your savage ire
Lest you be made to join him in the pit
Lest you be so consumed in that same fire
He snuffed the candle flame, picked up his book
And left the poet, wise from sorrow shown
An unveiled mirror’s face in which to look
At imperfection that was his alone
With satire comes responsibility
For what goes forth returns, of that be sure
And you are that which you in others see
The naked frightened soul the poet saw
by Gail
Categories:
neediness, judgement, mystery, poets, psychological,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
You make me feel like
I'm good enough,
I'm strong enough,
We'll make it through.
I don't want this to end,
Maybe that's why I'm
So scared, I don't need
Another to tell me they
Love me, they'll never leave,
I need someone who will prove
That they're worth my trust,
Can you be that one?
I want to believe so I do,
Prove to me I'm not just
Making a mistake, putting
My heart out there again.
I know that if you left
My heart would be back
To being in pieces, bleeding
Out onto the cold cement,
Like a dying rose on the side
Of a lonely highway.
But if you stayed, if you could
See past my strangeness and
Neediness, I could be the one
For you, my love is forever.
This might not be perfect but
I do believe it's perfect enough,
You're the one I've been waiting
All my life for, please, I beg you,
Don't let me down...
Categories:
neediness, boyfriend, confusion, emotions, fear,
Form:
For serious women everywhere, for Philippa and, today, for Rosie
Serious Women
Some of us have faces
That are less inclined to mirth
Mapped upon them traces
Of the journey from our birth
Inscrutable, mysterious
The face our mother gave
Inherently quite serious
Disconcerting, grave
See us in the street and we are
Focussed and unblinking
Eyes fixed on horizon far
Minding our own thinking
We’re not sad, or mad or bad
It’s just the face we’ve grown
You don’t know the life we’ve had
So frankly, mind your own
Control your neediness and fear
Your urge to poke and pry
We save for folk who hold us dear
The twinkle in our eye
“Give us a smile, darling”
“It hasn’t happened yet”
Trite words to get us snarling
“Excuse me? Wanna bet?”
To the endless trivial
Comments offered everyday
We respond with the convivial
“It’s just arranged that way!”
If you don’t understand my face
How dare you stoop to diss it
My **** is well imbued with grace
So kiss it
by Gail
Categories:
neediness, anger, identity, poetry, power,
Form:
Rhyme
A paper and a pen
I need a few to tell stories of my pain
Not of what has passed
But of that which is to come
If this isn’t a curse tell me what it is
Pink skin yet of my father’s race
No melanin even on the hair on my face
I fear the sun, it doesn’t favor my kind
I fear the dark; it plays games with my mind
And I fear my own people,
That I’m a man they don’t mind
"People-phobic,
I thought they were brothers "
Maybe not anymore because they have places to go,
Houses to build, cars to buy,
A life to live, food to dine;
Because they think I am the gateway to Jacuzzis
That my bones are a fortune worth taking a life for
I was only born different as my purpose was, different
Should I scream? Should I mourn?
Should I call the pastor to do my eulogy?
Should I be waiting for another sunset?
Maybe bid farewell to the melodies from the air?
How long should I be living in terror?
For we never know, who and when it will be
Brothers are slaying brothers
Whom shall I trust? The police?
Who is to blame? The neediness?
Should I cover my skin from the sun?
And hide my skin from your sons?
If I had dark skin, I would breach
To save my skin, and ease mama’s worries
But this pale cocoon will take me to the grave
Save me, I am a son and a brother too
I am a mother, and a patriot too
I have dreams, and a future ahead
I am just different, and not the “Capital”
Categories:
neediness, abuse, africa, depression, discrimination,
Form:
ABC
The damsel in distress routine got old
at first, it was so captivating
made you feel like a knight
you had dragons to slay
you saw the tears
you wanted to be the hero of her dreams
you wanted her to faint with delight
at your sight
to sigh
you wanted to whisk her away
make love to her
night and day
your just reward
for wiping her tears away
Oh, it was sweet
it was
to see how she needed you
wanted you
she wanted you to stay
dream castle knight on display
It got old, the damsel in distress routine
some of the demons were too strong
the nightmares too harrowing
the insecurity too stifling
the neediness too needy
it got old
The tears of past memories
didn’t dry quickly enough
the castle walls closed in
turning into a dungeon
hero accolades grew thin
In the dark of night
you lowered the drawbridge
and while she slept
you snuck away
the damsel in distress routine
got old, too old to keep you
While night turned to day
as you rode away
the truth would not dawn for you
the night all you knew
you couldn't understand
couldn't see
it wasn’t a routine
the damsel in distress
regressed
more distressed was she
in dawning light to see
the night had claimed her knight
This tale of woe I weave
of fairytale that bleeds
is true, you see
for the damsel in distress, is me
I’m still....
the damsel in distress
with no one
no one
to rescue me
Eileen
Categories:
neediness, allegory, truth,
Form:
Narrative
I picked you up like a “shiny”…newly minted copper penny
(How cliché)
it was your kitten fur voice (O how you would hate that)
the avocado texture
with which …no matter what wild wicked hour I would call you...
you would answer
You shimmered like sunlight on the forest floor of my needles of neediness
glinted off the shiny chrome and twilight blinders of my made to order
searing searcher’s soul
You were the perfect portent…with your torrents of torment
to wash clean my jet and emerald caves
Or was it you who found me?
White gem silent…hidden behind my poetry in a seat in that Inn
I was listening to the hues of blues
stenciling the deep red shards of my heart on the unlined pages
of a blank black journal
I wore cool light blue and soft sheet cotton…like a cloud kissed sky
I was... light as air and deep as the sea
You became my heroic touchstone…my one true thing sapphire sparked rock of glory
I hung you around my neck
I yoked myself with the weight of you
I hung myself…faithfully to my “cross to bear” -your endless denial of our love
You were lithe…thin as a straw…tall as a poplar...white as ash and grey as coal except for the orange hot fire in the center ring
…of your cigarette
I mistook it for the flames of our unearthly love
In truth...it was just the firmament of your eternal coolness reflecting back the stars
of my own piercing need
so yoked by my own wanton weave …I drove on blindly
the ghost of your emotionless carcass still draped around my neck
“Leave no man behind”
I know you laughed and told them
that it was just a fire pit left in the cave
by the Queens of the Stone Age
(Some loud angry band you loved)
less real (to you)
but far more ethereal bubble dreamy and ever lost in time (to me)
than the newly discovered “writing on the wall”
*POP*
Categories:
neediness, lost love, love hurts,
Form:
Free verse
Chameleons
Life’s only consistency is change
for “nature abhors a vacuum”.
Time, inexorably tinges each moment,
colors it in fading yellows.
Memory’s dog-eared pages,
entwined with nostalgia’s neediness,
produce an altered state,
an hereditary fraud.
We are, at best, evolved chameleons
shifting colors lest the truth hold sway,
parsing words to spare the victim
the gravity of the crime.
Muted voices slinking silently
along the edge of rage,
tongues flicking in feigned ferocity,
mumbled mantras blinded eyes.
Night falls behind closed eyelids,
heads buried in the sand,
sentinels of tattered futures
cursed by nature - colorblind.
John G. Lawless
8/4/2016
Categories:
neediness, age, color, metaphor, yellow,
Form:
Free verse
you'd beckoned my thoughts again
through sudden whispers
i've declined to respond morbidly
catering to the quaint findings
of life after death a quiet calm
arose over shattered fixings
wildly i'd mastered the gory details
hindering my every whim
childishly i catered to his robe
nestled beneath wrath carny
and the mild mannered masterpieces
torn between terror and sheer neediness
while captured beyond graveness
the sullen memory of where time resided
my inner self crawled eagerly i suppose
as my body bargained with my soul
a meaningful gesture giving my heart
infamous nudges arousing tattered bliss
mere ashes to be smeared throughout
the galaxy of fairness and the norm
Categories:
neediness, beauty,
Form:
Chant Royal
a quickening naught I entered a forbidden space
just by stepping off the monorail
he'd beckoned my soul beneath thee garments
of my flesh eagerly I danced to the sultriness
of his willingness to explore mirth
his sudden rapture I suppose oh how selfish
he became wanting needing more and more
why there was no escaping his summons
no matter how I fought back he'd appeared
in familiar faces familiar souls unaware
that he was using their flesh to dance with me
a dapperness a calling charm arousing
my every whim effortlessly an yet sinfully
I adored his attention showering me
with a neediness a lustful gathering that began
with my departing Europe testing teasing prying
invading my thoughts i'd soon come to know haste
he'd bruised my immortal being tampering with desire
had he mastered me had he soiled me
I felt stained he was surely aware thee offering
something inside me emerged unleashing
emotional memoirs cunning tides rolled over
my aching joints I was but flesh in his presence
nothing more i'm afraid an yet
he wasn't at all amused he needed more pleasure
pleasure I tell you leading why surely to eternal death
calmness finalized in unconscious decisions
he'd daintily controlled this dance beckoning
my retchidness tainted by obstruction
pure obstruction of human matter as he bathed me
in a glorious light of confusion daunting task
thee ultimate tactfulness lessons of my living flesh
parched without death an yet a sanctity
quarreling about my emotional art form he'd given me
only rashins of such meaningless need
to feel anything away from my father's house
gravity soon began to empty this space
i'd wandered beyond the heavenly gates
entering a hideous submission I knew full well
would lead very quickly to only hell
entertaining this unholy host
catering to my flesh my soul my best
Categories:
neediness, christian,
Form:
Chant Royal
July 21 Scripture Meditations Based on Isaiah 36-39
Key Verse – Isaiah 38:5 Go, and say to Hezekiah, Thus saith the LORD, the God of David thy father, I have heard thy prayer, I have seen thy tears: behold, I will add unto thy days fifteen years.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR HEARING MY PRAYER
Thank You for hearing my prayer-earnestness
That reveals my urgent neediness
Against enviousness and greediness’ stubbornness…
Making me grateful for Your goodness.
Thank You for hearing my prayer-request
That shows my heavenly quest midst life's test
Against selfishness and pride’s pest…
Making us appreciative of Your blessings' best.
Thank You for hearing my prayer-supplication
That manifests my eternal vocation
Against carnality and earthliness’ ambition…
Making me responsive to Your instruction.
Thank You for hearing my prayer-plight
That presents my spiritual delight
Against vanity and worldliness’ blight…
Making me radiant by Your light.
Thank You for hearing my prayer-entreaty
That exhibits my sincere humility
Against pride and humanism’s frailty…
Making me obedient to Your authority.
Thank You for hearing my prayer-fervency
That asserts my diligent persistency
Against slothfulness and boredom’s deficiency…
Making me expectant of Your mercy.
Thank You for hearing my prayer-aim
That reflects my revived service-flame
Against doubts and worries’ blame…
Making me exultant of Your fame.
July 21, 2022
Categories:
neediness, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
The crumbling of humanity is developing.
Burglary, deception, and hubris are ubiquitous.
Money is being earned by cheating.
These areas are known to be perilous.
The vast majority of the cash is made in the wild.
It's time to settle in the matured and infirm.
Ravenous experts age their vigor after a while.
Laborers are escaping devout neediness squirm.
Frantic individuals have weakened.
Fellowship has no kin, just sex bind unify.
Keeping guardians is an idea antiquated.
Notwithstanding savagery, humankind decay.
The mutilation and murder of living persons,
Assaulting, beating captives till they die or be deaf.
They induce their casualties lives blackens.
The cruelest rulers of the hells they bereft.
Psyche attacking compassion and adoring.
Time talks just nibble and severity.
Wild evil presences masked as a sacred being.
Blamelessness in the midst of a corrupt divinity.
Virtue blurs to a deadly chase in the wind.
No one realizes who prowls crimson vine.
Is this acculturated? a pooled grind.
Alert, my friends, inquire into thine.
Written: September 9, 2021
This or That, Vol 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
neediness, analogy, anxiety, bereavement, bullying,
Form:
Rhyme