Best No Holds Barred Poems
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Worst poem
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No holds barred~
ok i'm lying...
good luck
to those who tried
to figure the above poem
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**for pd's contest :)
---haha I sort of cheated on this one?
used a jejemon translator-- aaAcckKK I never KNEW there even was one O_O!!
but I inserted some more into it jejejejeje (hehehehe)
Jejemon is sort of trend here with some people with regards to texting--
typing in words using symbols & numbers to make them look cuter(?!?),
& using a slew of H's, Z's...
Hell hath no replete replica like an Ohiohell
memom memoboys dispelled with lovelessloss lorn laments
measured in misgiven gravid neutral grautities of cool compromised cruel
capsid cascades of dreary demented drowsy dump deep demented deny desires
with wilfull wallowing in unsupposed not to be here
herein two boys born to a numbnuts army husbodad and a
WTF what is happening in/outside this family 50's acircle
what comes next in the uneducated female nonintuition of a
deaddad accidential with a pity piss payoff and a whatdoIdo **** attitude
totally in reverse of an arkansas hope of upheaveal. GDMFSOB, who could I/we haVE
BeeN in the assinine scheme of things with someone in an intersomewhateducated semistate of minimal MFconsciousness. We play the hand we are dealt in the vast unscheme of unness.
WTF, and where/why does God take part and lessen a small boy's dream of donated dadhood by taking it away and leave him left to faulterflounder in a boyhood abyss. Dead, devoid, denied to the manmale circumstance of what the future folds to be delivered to doting descendents, like my three sons. with whom I struggled to
shower, impart, enable, enbibe, instill, foster, enliven, and all that I did not experience yet faux provide with an inner soulsense to a measured milestone of mannered man manufactured love and tendered texture of all mine to give with that that is mustered macro from a micro counteanace of humocapped coperal deliverance. All's fair they say unless u have been there and then it's every man for himself---and then, I dare u to get in my way---------no holds barred, look out for I am a survivor, all the way.
Hi, my name is Dave, and according to my grandparents, I wasn't supposed to live to be raised. Go figure.
DON'T WORRY, BE HAPPY
The euphoria of sorrow gathered momentum;
Anticipating the arrival of the streamlines,
No holds barred for imminent tears
Turning a happy face to a nightmare
An iconic ace control of its beat;
Pounding hard to beat the hit
Leaving medulla to works at its peak
Comporting the body from losing its ease
The agony of sorrow may weaken the ego;
Even nerves could only manage to control,
When the brain is restive and all alone
For inability to calm the body to compose
The dept of love comfort the mind of sorrow;
Making mankind give and not borrow
Even when there is no hope tomorrow
Loving thy neighbour dearly to bone marrow;
Know Me
You only know me by what you see,
You are so distracted by my outer appearance that you cannot see me
We cannot believe what is seen by the naked eye to be true
We cannot afford to be deceived and fooled into thinking
Persecution leads to frustration, frustration caused by accusation
What will live in our hearts? Condemnation
We are more than curvaceous hips, luxurious lips, and beautiful bright eyes
Thick legs, long eye lashes and of course, those thighs
We are more than French nail tips, and high-heeled shoes
We are more than just hair, makeup, or weave
We are more than one can consume
We are women, a rare breed in deed
Carmel complexion, light skinned or dark
Cleaver, brilliant, vivacious women
Yes, we are actually smart
Associates degrees, bachelors, masters and more
We are business and homeowners owners and
We do collective bargaining on school boards
We are mothers, sisters, cousins and friends
Volunteers, prayer worriers and tend to act like your kin
We are aunts’ grandmothers and other mothers of those
Don’t have a mother? We stand in the gap for those
We are the connection that keeps the life of love in the hearts of everyone
We are global, spiritual, high-energy individuals, yet we are one
Did you know that everyone has an assignment?
We are a conglomerate of gifts and talents
We can be a source of powerful resource management
God has given us favor, integrity and grace
There’s no reason why we shouldn't be leading in excellence
Prosperity and blessings day to day
We are nurturers, caregivers, educators, and alike
Critical thinkers, pacemakers, trailblazers, we tend to be the light
We are no holds barred
We can do the unthinkable were unstoppable, the inevitable is possible
We are human, we are life, we breathe air, we are Christ like
We are not the weak or the lame
We are not designed to conform to societies games
You do not know me but only what you see
You are so distracted by my outer appearance that you cannot see me
Clouds in the eyes
Mist in the heart
Warmth turned to ice
Dreams turn to sand
Like water in hands
Seeping through fingers
Out of control
The mind a whirlwind of thoughts
Words a tsunami of emotion
Life is not always fair
A myriad of disappointments
Blowing in the winds of despair
To love, to live, to write
Swelling oceans running down cheeks
Dreams a whisper in the wind
Snatched away with technicalities
Withholding what was meant to be
Power play the game
Domineering throwing around weight
A thought positive
Still standing tall above it all
Shining brighter than before
Determined and confident
A ray of sunshine giving hope
Every cloud has a silver lining
Smile in the eyes
Radiance on the face
Patience a true virtue
No holds barred
Victory in sight!
02:03:12
No holds barred, utter defeat is what I see in those cards
No holds barred, utter defeat is what I see in those cards
Read these cowards faces like pages of a book
Haters wanna steal my fame, they're something like a crook
They must think I'm a tree, lumber-jackin', trying to see me fall
Can't stop my hustle, pockets on full, theirs looking small
I stay on my feet, similar to a pair of shoes
I'm the Road-runner, they're Wiles-E-Coyote--doing nothing but lose
See me, I'm ballin', even if I was injured I wouldn't quit
When I Rap, I'm a cobra, straight-venom I spit
I see no competition, in this game I'm a predator
Fools get out of place, get erased, call me an editor
I'm the talk of the town, females gossipin', haters hatin'
Hottest in the streets, this ain't an election, no debatin'
I took a couple losses, came across and fought a couple bosses
It's a dirty game, like a mouth you never brushes or flosses
Stay on point, I'm sharper than barb-wire
I'm the king 'round here, so you can call me Sire
No holds barred, utter defeat is what I see in those cards
No holds barred, utter defeat is what I see in those cards
It's a dirty world, but my heat's considered hand sanitizer
Made my dreams become reality, I'm not a big 'fanisizer'
My trap got cheese, but I'm trying to keep away rats
Life's a gamble, take a chance, like playing craps
Time to take you to school, and money's the topic
Smokin' on Jamaica helps me focus, I keep something tropic
Cash rules everything 'round me and it's in my pocket
That means I'm in control, if this was a plane, I'm in the cockpit
I'm a hustler, got more bricks than a construction site
I stay fresh, I'm flyer than a first-class flight
By any means necessary, hard times call for drastic measures
Get in my way, and get buried like pirate's treasures
Never see me fold, it's like I got the winning hand in Poker
I'm more dangerous than cancer in the lungs of a smoker
Talk crazy, catch a hook, how's that for a punchline
Show me the competition, I call that lunch-time
My dear sweet Jeannie,
don't be a meanie!
No holds barred,
Here they are:
I might aspire at first to what Solomon had,
wise enough to ask, forever grateful and glad.
Then my caprice might turn towards great wealth,
but in lieu of the gold, I surely settle for health.
And last, I would hope to find more than one friend,
who would be there throughout and there at the end.
Grant me these, Jeannie, then thank you, depart.
Forget all the rest for with these three I"ll start.
Remembering the loving days of my youth
Love was on my mind 24/7
Every pretty girl that passed me by
Was more gorgeous that the one before
Guess what? It's still true today!
Age has no bearing
I am considered very old by most standards
But I still feel like a teenager at heart
It never leaves us, this attraction
The yearning for love, sweet love
When I was a young man
The thought of my parents making love
Was a totally foreign concept to me
It must have happened
Otherwise I wouldn't be writing this
But somehow it seems inconceivable
No! Mom and Dad? No! EEEEWWWW!
Strange how we *****sapiens have evolved
The no holds barred topics of today
Can totally astound me
Topics that were never talked about ever back then
Topics that would have been considered pornographic
Are now talked about freely
In everyday conservation
Don't know about you guys
But I preferred it the way it was back then
© Jack Ellison 2014
Undermining the rule of law set on stone
unnatural has began it's reign attacking righteousness
With no holds barred attacking human rights has to stop
their is a public outcry in resistance against the spoken truth
freedom of speech is being attacked by hate without mercy
Power hungry has become a court dealing death in its wake
engaging in efforts to destroy family structure
the minority of ruling class has lost all credit
Pushing dogma against the written word
hiding the underlying facts and figures
corruption is dealing it's cards hard pressed acceptance
Indoctrinating the masses using media as their vehicle coverage
broadcasting using it as a tool to educate incorrectly
within a set belief system manufactured from sin
Uncritically accepting the lunatics brave ideas
and believes almost anything right or wrong from the off
Bullies have a strange way of craving acceptance
they lash people with their tongue cursing with abuse linked
Murdering and spilling blood is all these heathens know
they have a lack of understanding knowledge and wisdom
caring for others and loving all creation is beneath them
Tortured beggars of the fool have no consideration for others
the names you call the innocent to justify your cause
in all my years living we as a world resemble hell
Such ugliness is tolerated by nations as we fall victim
No longer do we hold God as our champion
targeting Christians as scapegoats given over to petition
this amounts to a communist regime cutting this piece short
When times are good friendship blossoms
It fragrances all about
The sweet perfume of love
Let’s all about know
That no ill-will can see the light of day
Animosity can however set in quickly
Like a fast blowing wind
The sand castle of friendship can scatter
Far and wide
The shallow foundation
No match for the storms that now rage
This vitriol
Coupled with self-eroding contempt
Often puts paid to reconciliation
How fickle is friendship
How swiftly and cruelly it can be reversed
Turning to hatred
Leaving deep never healing scars
On one’s psyche
A fraternity of equals
The players of this social tangle
Had hoped and wanted to be
Sadly for some it wasn’t meant to be
Like hot water left to cool
The cold of unfriendliness may set in gradually
Or pour down with viciousness so abruptly
The reason can often to the injured party
A mystery be
The building blocks of unity
Are suddenly set alight
The flames of friendship past
Can burn oh so bright
Words spoken that cannot be recanted
Wound with skill
How advantageous is past familiarity
The knife knows where to grievously harm
Maiming with willful intent
How artful is treachery
Rage uncontained
Poisons all
A scene of no holds barred
A spectacle most dismal
The victor is but a fool
To think he has won
For he only fans the flames
That inevitably will consume him
Dirty laundry aired carelessly
Reeks mostly acridly
The recanting of embarrassing moments past
The venting of animosities that smouldered for too long
Is often too much to bear even for
The feuding ex-friends
There is no going back
From this point onwards
Thoughts and memories are ransacked
To find a grain of now apparent Ill-will
The petty of yore
Now comes to the fore
Life can sometimes burden
One unnecessarily
To acknowledge hurt caused
And to seek an end to hostilities
Is a road less travelled
A strong man or woman
You surely must be
To want to salvage what was once held dearly
But now dumped carelessly
What a tragedy is friendship
That once was
And never again will be
So Far From Home
Under a curving shimmering blue fish bowl sky the small Patrol Torpedo boat cruises gentle summer swells in the distant Pacific, under summer skies torn apart by brutal bitter total war.
Small PT boats crewed by fifteen men ranging far and wide, hunting for fat Japanese merchant ships.
Boom! Go the torpedoes when a nice juicy target is found and a quick getaway to fight another day.
If the Jap’s capture the American boat and her crew alive it will be torture and a slow death for Nippon’s enemies. They don’t intend to get caught, would rather go down to the ocean bottom if their small deadly craft is hit by enemy gunfire.
Built of spruce and ash for excellent strength and good sea keeping the PT boat has the firepower of a destroyer and the agility of a fighter. A wicked peril of the sea out looking for trouble, armed with two or four torpedoes, fifty cal machine guns and twenty and forty millimetre cannon.
A real kick ass little ship, a boat, hunting the huge open ocean sinking Nip ships, giving our boys ashore some respite from enemy bullets.
Don’t you know after this war, no one will remember the small PT boats that battled a superior enemy bravely in no holds barred combat? Only faded photos survive and old crewmen spending their retirement dreaming of the open Pacific where the sky was always blue.
Forgetting bitter engagements when a sinking Tokyo Maru shed burning oil from her ruptured tanks onto her crew in the blazing deep water. Remembering the screams more than playing cards with their own shipmates on R and R, three hundred miles from the nearest port.
Only one small PT boat survives, testament to the small powerful craft that fought bravely and bitterly in a war no one cares to remember except the few who were there. Old men dying now...
bloated cloud floating
peacock in unfurled plumage
a no holds barred time
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June 7, 2016, Kolkata
Shout in your deepest voice that you can't take no more!
Let the world know that you have had enough of this!
Whatever is on your mind tell at least one person!
You gotta express yourself 'cause no one can read your mind!
Or forever hold your peace.
The time has come for you to make your opinions known!
No holds barred, that's what I say, speak freely!
The constitution is no one's whore, can't use it cheaply!
Come as you are bring your friends and start a protest!
Or forever hold your peace.
Stand up in public places to tell them they're all wrong!
The repurcutions can't compare to the ultimate freedom!
Wave the flag of truth in front of those who don't wanna see!
You can't live your life afraid to tell anyone anything!
Or forever hold your peace.
So what if you get chastised for what's on your conscience!
The people that cast stones are the ones scared to speak!
If our past great leaders had gotten stage-fright and bowed out,
Then I could justify the cowardess of some gutless folks
'Cause they forever held their peace.
Rent a room and sell tickets, call it "The End of the World"!
Everyone will show up just out of morbid curiosity!
Lock the doors behind them and make them listen to you!
Ramble, rant and rave about all the things that piss you off!
Or forever hold your peace.
We don't have a whole lot longer before the world is over!
So I say make your mark while there's still room on the page!
You can't go through life afraid to tell people your true feelings,
Even if it hurts them! How would feel if you died tomorrow
And never spoke your peace!?
I really kept no score
Yet the signal contest wore
Give us your best, give us more
Let the bore of your gun be forty four
A no holds barred Wild West contest
Gunning for the heart in our chest
Some wore a bulletproof vest
Shot in head, laid to rest
Out in the open, no refuge
Gun equalises small and huge
Some contestants used subterfuge
Single bullet more potent than a deluge
Doc Holliday legend was dying of cancer
Long barrelled 44 had all the answers
Lighting fast was flicker of trigger
Steely eyes that did not waver
23-April-2021
Guns poetry contest
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