Best Nulled Poems
I woke up one morning, with the smile on my face.
I saw a beautiful young lady in front of the mirror.
She is wearring a pearl white gown.
I stared at her and look around her grace.
Though she's shining like a star,
I can't see a glamour on her self.
Then the crystal water started to flow from her eyes.
I asked myself why...
Every woman dreams to meet her shining armor.
But this lady found a knight with rotten soul.
Walking in the aisle is like heading a death row.
A final moment to put a self in dungeon.
The wedding ring became a chain on her neck.
Wishing all the flowers are tulips and lilies.
A crown for a mourning event.
'Cos I know this day isn't gonna be splendid.
This is the final moment of defeat.
Like a bird broke its wings ,then caged.
More years gone, a new day arose.
I look in front of a mirror.
I saw a pretty young woman,
Reminiscing the day when she worn a gown.
When I checked out the record in their files.
The marriage was void and nulled.
Is it faith that plays a role this time?
Or the world faved to unlock the chain from his hands.
Categories:
nulled, death, eulogy, marriage,
Form:
Epic
HE OFFENDS THEM
AND RUNAWAY
FORGETTING HIS FOOTPATH
ARE ITS TRACES
PATH THE WAY CHASES
DESPITE ITS FASTNESS AND SPEED
HE WAS LATER COUNTERED
HE QUITE CONCEEDS HIMSELF
KNOWING HE HAS OPEN PANDORA BOX
CAUSING A PANICKY SCENARIO
FORGOTTEN HE POSSESSES SPOTS
FOR THEY ARE ALSO TRACES
WHICH REVEAL HIM AMONGST ALL
HE WAS CALLED TO HALT
HE FOUGHT GALLANTLY
WITH ITS STRONGNESS AND AGILITY
TO OVERWHELM WHOLE
KNOWN AND PROVED NULLED
WHILE TRYING ESCAPING AGAIN
THE DAWN HAS CAST ABOUT
HE WAS CAUGHT PANTING
AND THEN NAPPING…
Categories:
nulled, adventure, africa, imagination, visionary,
Form:
Concrete
Villanelle: Better anarchy than hypocrisy
Better anarchy than hypocrisy
Bluff prosperity breeds doomsday blast out
Probity keeps on toes reality
Executive responsibility
Ends before the term of office runs out
Better anarchy than hypocrisy
Quinquennat* four-year executive spree
Lead to wielding effete politics clout
Probity keeps on toes reality
Who makes speeches ring like Presidency
Mimes inane ghost-written texts like robot
Better anarchy than hypocrisy
If all that matters is "democracy"
Should not voters cast nulled votes in ballot
Probity keeps on toes reality
Who keeps arming the world breeds enmity
Wars cars hot-air mouths stoke intense black out
Better anarchy than hypocrisy
Probity keeps on toes reality
*quinquennat: French for five-year mandate of the presidency.
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Categories:
nulled, character, patriotic, political, pollution,
Form:
Villanelle
Step into a world
Enshrouded by the fog
Of the truth you try to hide
Of the truth you pass as lies
Shades of your past
Try to take you in the blast
As they're digging out truth
Make you reach out for the truth
Strip away your facade of broken glass
The jagged diamond center of your true persona
Strip away the thick shell in which you hide
Till there's nothing left for you to hide
The truth within is now open wide
Now come along before you're lost within the tide
Crash, thunder booms
And the dark clouds, they loom
Overhead, they start to crack
Downpour and turn the sky to black
Boom, trigger pulled
But the future wasn't nulled
If you want to see inside
Buckle up, let's take a ride
Persona, to grant you the power
To rise and face the day
Conquer all that's in your way
Hear the thunder crack
As you pull the trigger back
If you want to be somebody else
You should learn to see yourself
'Cause do you really wanna live like that?
Acting like a fly if you're just a gnat?
Strip away your facade of broken glass
The jagged diamond center of your true persona
Strip away the thick shell in which you hide
'Cause there's so much more for you to see
The only person that you need to be
Is yourself and that is all that should ever be
'Cause there's no reason to live a big lie
Acting like a god when you're so scared to die
Strip away your facade of broken glass
The jagged diamond center of your true persona
Strip away the thick shell in which you hide
Till there's nothing left for you to hide
The truth within is now open wide
Now come along before you're lost within the tide
Categories:
nulled, introspection, lost, lost, truth,
Form:
Lyric
don-qui-xote: childrens night fiction story
: knight in fiction......schizoid behavior
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[do: latin for 'act'...........nald: abbreviation for 'nulled'.........don: spanish for
'knight, a state title'...........qui: french for 'that or the'...........xote: spanish
for 'scottish polka music']
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(donald) the guy in charge-nulled-the-dance........said: i'm king,
and you can't listen to my music.....'
stan sand
Categories:
nulled, 3rd grade, abuse, vanity,
Form:
Free verse
On this night, bleak reminisces grip
My heart and on my pores…these sorrows bring,
Pained deceit--- lies hiding a false worship
Of affection that plays me like a string
As he wanders on, trysts beneath June’s rain--
That I , naïve, yearn for musk’s charm again
For this quest dares my ego oh how vain --
A woman enmeshed in barbs of summer- fire
Believing kisses could enchant moon’s lyre,
While thrilled zest quickens sweet passion’s desire :
Yet, I’m not the one and only… woes rip
These bleeding veins, the laughter that can’t sing…
Firmly, self- esteem hoists to regain
His amends nulled ~ lifting my worth…higher.
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Posted 12/2/2018
Fragmented Rhyme--November 2018 Writing Challenge
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Categories:
nulled, betrayal, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
I’m peaceful a peaceful man by nature,
So I keep my mind in the bosom of my palms,
Therefore I always keep an open mind.
Yet I’m still a character, who lacks awareness
For I am not aware of how I can turn your ignorance to gen
Quite frankly it is not bliss, you cease to think
And lack the empathy to want to change,
It is Evolution Nulled Down
The panicle to the calm before the storm
Categories:
nulled, life,
Form:
Free verse
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
My baby, finally walkin;
Junior Stroll
My baby, finally walkin, talkin;
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
My baby, finally walkin;
Junior Stroll
My baby, finally walkin, talkin;
Junior Stroll
Well, well, well go head on Junior Stroll;
You don't need no ones permission to grow;
To Go your self a nulled;
You don't need no reliant;
Cause you've been here before;
Though your a baby your a man in this world;
Voided of human love;
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
My baby, finally walkin;
Junior Stroll
My baby, finally walkin, talkin;
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
My baby, finally walkin;
Junior Stroll
My baby, finally walkin, talkin;
Junior Stroll
(taken from North High School Short Story Play "Mother's Baby Boy" 1972 by James E. Lee)
Categories:
nulled, abortion, analogy, birth, blessing,
Form:
Lyric
A tapestry lay in an ancient sun,
Basking neath a ventrous day yet unspun,
Colorful hues of ocher and saffron,
Draws aqueous fumes that moist production,
Every eye, blossom, unhatched egg, greet, opens,
Fortuitous bounty spreads emotions,
Gathered, skins, feathers, and scales, 'bout all strewn,
Harken a flightless prayerful dove a tune,
Invocates breaths to cite a liturgy,
Jolts loose a cloak of boundless energy,
Kingpin meanders its righteous release,
Lifts a poised sky veiled like an altar piece,
Mirrored echoes o'er a restless domain,
Naked beings wild, nay wear traps of vain,
Oaths show side-by-side, generating warmths,
Pleasant touch between life, light and air, calms,
Qat leaves pools a creeks hold, stirs brew a tea,
Raven espies to hover, pecks a spree,
Symmetry fulfills in a baseless realm,
Tenacious wanton rhapsody days' whelm,
Universe descendants be a joint trust,
Vast spectered spectrums spirals to adjust,
Webbed stars a new sky, quietude abound,
Xenon fades into a nulled swarty crowned,
Yielding yawns, surrenders lids to be froze,
Zzz's orchestrates descents towards a lulled doze.
Date: 06/01/2019
Categories:
nulled, beautiful, day, earth, imagination,
Form:
Abecedarian
Chop Chop Chop
Differences in swings
Chop Chop Chop
Change up the tempo
Chop Chop Chop Chop
Ill make a difference in them
Chop Chop Chop
If I trim a couple of edges itll be perfect
Chop chop chop
They’ve been my friend forever
Chop chop chop
Well I’ll go out with them once it’ll be fun
Chop Chop Chop
Why does this feel so good
Chop Chop Chop
Just one more hit, it’s just to relate to them
Chop Chop Chop
Im only trying to help, I’m just doing God’s work
Chop chop chop
What has happened to me?
Chop Chop
Why do I feel so dull?
Chop
Why do I hurt?
Chop
Stops
Your axe is dull
Nulled by the continuous swings at your joy
Your peace
Sweet release from small victories of
“I have no one else”
“You mean so much to me”
It’s all a plea to search for something that they long for
Because of comfort?
Because of formalities?
The struggles that we face
Are a result of the people we embrace.
So you replace His grace with their embrace
And by doing so you lose traction of your place trying to affect them
But in turn falling to the misery and infecting yourself with change
To disarrange your being,
your personality
It’s the analogy of “Iron sharpeneth iron”
But now the iron is dull,
The Damascus has lost its edge
Because of supplemental wetrock
When we chop into the wood of people
And we chop and chop to find worth
but in the end, they’re the ones that get hurt
by dulling yourself and damaging them
condemning the Idea of ever being loved again
So then you try and make it work,
And result in settling for less
So you digress the values of manhood
and add the boys who only get with girls to hide their insecurities.
Minus the beauty stolen from girls who add make up to make up, of who that guy wants them to be,
that double negative alone, equals a positive pregnancy.
And so she carries the baby along because that boy was reduced to a coward.
So his whole life ended up being devoured, now she can’t sleep at night because she cries for hours,
don’t you see this equation is missing a higher power.
And so I plea with desperation in my words,
To be able accept that people change for better or for worse
But to know the difference can cost you your worth.
Categories:
nulled, christian, inspirational, perspective, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Remember the holy vows truly made?
We pledged our love would be forever,
But you departed without any words said,
Or even a brief farewell letter.
Remember the times of romantic bliss?
How wonderful and joyful our past,
But your love faded and you went amiss,
Trust was nulled, therefore love could not last.
Remember our dreams for the by and by?
Hopes we sought in flights of fantasy,
Ambitions, desires, castles in the sky,
Now find lodging in no one but me.
Take leave, Dear, I’ll survive this splintering,
Someday my trust will live safe again,
Forgiving you will turn to forgetting,
Thinking of you every now and then.
Categories:
nulled, break up, dream, farewell,
Form:
Rhyme
don...nulled as a child
watched...copying
the three stooges...stage play
as a passable...dictionary of
the-sour-ass-ed terms...to communicate
his feelings as...that young child
that got his asssss.......a $100million way to see
what he wanted to see...his assssss.....
the-trump card...and if you don't
he will ...kiss it
stan sand
Categories:
nulled, absence, abuse,
Form:
Free verse
Hey! Look at me, I'm a Poem!
my words rhyme with my tongue
with lips summoning secret séance scribblings
from upper palate delights while my teeth scalpel
saturnine ecstasies from mammock reservoirs of
poor pouring pores like promethean cantation preferences,
quickly bypassing undisturbed milieus of voluble blatherskite
pre-recognized by M—-ass appeal of soul-less, regressive expression.
Rather look to creating poetic serenity. Dig deep, ride low, let go--so words
flow from that undiscovered, untapped antisocial well spring of predictive,
b-o-r-i-n-g, literary ire. Release yourself from that bereft homemade fixfax
by growing a vocabulary worthy of sensation. Scrawl from a freak show POV
drink the gypsy nectar of lifes in lived, love languished tirades left, right that free
you from your alphabetic coma dungeon--a passive nulled nodule sadly
furnished brain cell--full of nonsense letters-keeping you yonder linked to your
current, obsequious conformity evaluating form, content, rules, structure--all alien to beautiful thoughts on self paper, signedsealed, post delivered to your awaiting tombstone epitaph, with cool comprehension that we as poets suffer a left induced domesticated social dysplasia of the write hand. Bewareness.
Categories:
nulled, analogy, appreciation, confidence, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
My mind
as for it consciousness my heart
thinks joyous thinks confident
heart preference being distanced variance
Old heart
thinking so
righteousness being
disputes will bring maybe nulled
impending mystics models heart pumps now rules
consciousness my heart
6/14/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
nulled, appreciation, love,
Form:
Free verse
Humours turn acrid near
The silent seer.
Escaping absentees scamper
Further down the hole that holds their likeness
Extinguish | fatal obscurant | visions.
| fata obscura |
Of thriving, lively fauna
Prostrate to impelling images
Schizoid prognostic narratives
Told through the burning lens.
Up above somewhere;
Unmade's secret eddies meet the Void's effacing means
Flickery shades mar anthropic soil
Never-beens, vestiges, cloud-faced mutes
Watch, sneer, hiss from interstitial galas
Covet your unearned gift of certain being
All skies slide to promenade our spaces
In front of that greatest-deep mirror
Most cower at the approach.
Croatoan, Boskopoid, Nephilim ires boil, rise
Evaporate.
Thin air marks their omphalos.
Sinews worn down and slumped in buried peat
Undisturbed lighthouses scry
Souls echo Xibalba's memory
Nulled sheets linger over its impossibility.
No divine clap can hide the noise of nothing.
No resplendent scheme can stop time's voyage surely ebbing.
Never will you win in wagers against the real.
Anbirnybbid Ocegenr.
Categories:
nulled, silence, visionary, words,
Form:
Free verse