Best Pilled Poems
Building a fire
Had a smirk of sorrowful clarity
Someone dancing on my grave.
And a artist
The night was gathering materials.
Knowing ambition for pleasure
Would never fill the pit.
The night called for a burn
All the grasped boxes of blankets
Nostalgic wood, Rhapsodies of a ratt-packen
Journals, binders, scraps of thoughts
Nick-knack volumes of prophets
Overdosing on written salvation
Hoping for a instance coffee relief
A always, never the fallow-through
More is pilled, the mix of kindling
Dirty-bits, and old yearnings
A stone from a beach, of first love
Scrapbooks of holding mortality
**** mags, and bed follies pics
A secrete place a catholic boy goes
My heap inter-mixed with nature
All of it dead, until the match
Erupts a fire enjoying feeding
Impermanence is really scarred
So is observing the flame
Hypnotic destruction is fire at night
Eyes dance to flares refection
Chaotic colors of visible heat
A calm abiding trance
Warm glowed my garments
In ambers consuming to ash
Categories:
pilled, introspectionnight, fire, fire, night,
Form:
Free verse
Standing on top of each morning briefly
stopping by each evening shortly
unmindful, my eyes are chasing,
my eyelids are sweeping with light the sky
splattered with colours pilled out
after hitting horizon’s last shore.
I am thinking
what is this crimson,
colour of lovers’ hearts
torn from each other and
taking on to opposite paths,
or the reddish glow of minds
come together after
dark moments of separation?
Half of my life is soaked in colour
watching these red glows
spilled over the side-door that admits the day
and the bamboo portals
that shut out the day,
but could not understand
whether this earth and sky
part in the evening
and meet in the morning
or part in the morning
and meet in the evening!
--
Translated from Nepali by Prof. Abhi Subedi
Categories:
pilled, desire, life, loneliness, longing,
Form:
Free verse
Hi ya halmine you look dam fine
whats your plans tonight at half 9
Going disco with dave the rave
He hell of boy he better behave
Westfest we went and iit was great
We knew every one we were all f*cking mates..
i didnt stop digging in my bag..... looking for fags i never had
Thought we were in tent but we we were in tha guys car..
He wanted his charger rite o see his mouth all foamed up he needed larger
Pauly riding his top like pony all pilled up feeling horny
Me trying feed cally thought he wernt well didnt want me fussing i sure could tell Then theres luke he diffrent story but what a night in all its glory
Categories:
pilled, adventure, friendship, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
It started in Stirling, English blood was shed
A hero was named, All around men lay dead
The claymore was wielded against many a foe
Ancient scores settled with every blow
We marched south to york, a city to sack
ramming down the gate it broke the men's back
Once inside we ransacked the town
English bodies dead pilled high on the ground
The kings nephew commanded, we cut of his head
We put it in a basket to London it was sent
Now on to Falkirk, we were flanked by a foe
The nobles were bought off, our country was sold
They would not commit to the battle that day
Cowards and scoundrels were Albas nobles that day
Our cowardly nobles, a Hero betrayed
On a slab in London executed he lay
He would not submit to English tyranny
Alba Gu Bragh were the words that he said
Categories:
pilled, lovehero, london, , cute,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
It's 3 P.M, Sitting, staring at the reruns of Jeopardy and Seinfield
a microwave steak and some potatoes
sit gingerly on the tray, crunchy and frozen....
It's 5 P.M., a bottle of room temperature beer
cuddles itself around my hands
some potato chips spread across my lap.....
the television remote and I sit inches apart
yet, the separation feels like miles
It's 7 P.M., cold, rusty water pelts my naked flesh
the bath towels feel like steel wool
every little fiber, scratching and tearing at my skin
the soap is as tough as rubber......
It's 9 P.M, bed bugs have swarmed my mattress
scratching and biting, I smash one and a million more follow
some are flat and dry and some explode with leaking blood....
It's 11 P.M. I slip into my dungarees, there's a urine spot
in the middle of the seams.... my shovel is rusty....
the van leaks exhaust and it bleeds gasoline
It's 1 A.M., I gaze at the tombstones and they gaze back
a foggy midst looms from the hills, it's raining....
a flash of lighting strikes, bright as the sun itself
thunder rumbles the earth.....
It's 3 A.M., strolling by the red light district
a back alley blowjob, no condoms....
ten dollars for one hour, twenty for two
I only have five.....
It's 5 A.M. the sun begins to rise
beer bottles pilled at my door
saliva, drying at the seams of my mouth....
back into my bug infested abode.....
Categories:
pilled, anger, anxiety, deep, depression,
Form:
Free verse
I bought a burger yesterday
It was very dry like the seagull bay
I pilled a lot of ketchup on it
and still dry it remained
I was very dissappointed
as i look at the dry damned thing
I ran to the toilet
and let out a HUGE
BLEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHH
As chunks of the dry burger fell out of my pie hole
Landing into the toilet
Making dookie plop noizes
I'm done
Categories:
pilled, depression, funny, happiness, health,
Form:
Haiku
and I remember the pilled-doctor
rolling by, rolling by, and the beery
priest, in the sky, in the sky
and the woman in the taxi, oh my,
oh my, and her husband the pugilist,
big guy, big guy
and the lamp-posted street and the
beery priest and his altared feet,
all rolling by, rolling by
and the maggots in the trash can
meal long gone, meal long gone
and the yellow kitchen dish
squissh, squish,squish buttered
frying fish,buttered frying fish
and the black, smiling police woman,
come to bed, come to bed;
and the little bouncing snappy dog, bounce
the ball, bounce the ball
then the man in robes from Pakistan,
Pakistan, all the sights, if you can,
if you can;
and now I'm old, now I'm old,
with silver hair and linen shirts
and children three in pants and
skirts.
and if at night I stop and stare,
stop and stare;
I see who I was;
living there.
Categories:
pilled, memory,
Form:
Free verse
There was a mouse wanting out of the cold
Scurried up the lead pipe wrapped up in old
Blankets. Feeling safe and warm
Fell asleep whilst the ice storm
Came. Blankets pilled, among ice cube mold.
Out in the yard the frozen mouse was thrown.
Cat meowed, goody a mouse all my own.
Sun came out and thawed the mouse,
Lickety split in the house.
Dumbfound meow empty paws left alone.
3/5/2021
3/4 true story :) cat ate the mouse or rat
Categories:
pilled, cat,
Form:
Limerick
You are the world which coping me
The chamber of my sanity
The big safety box of my true stories
Place where I could lean and dwell beyond the life series
I believed in God and His mercy was giving me some clue
On my fragility prayers, He led me on you
You are the best gift of my life which I cannot compare
The true recovery was earned by the silent of my share
Pieces by pieces pilled up on your verses
Unorganized as if it was collided and barely in worthless
You keep your line as you want me to complete the puzzles
You give the blank page while I give you some variant tussles
You give me freedom on my bitter sweet
You let me spill out all the wastes of those filth
I owe you my half life, I owe you my sanity
Thank you for keeping my color and be the wisdom as a poetry
Categories:
pilled, on writing and words,
Form:
Rhyme
My father’s timber array arrived on an
overloaded Diamond Reo flatbed.
It dumped oak scraps, leafless dead-woods,
inspiring last metamorphosis to
warming fires come winter’s weather.
Empty, truck leaves then heaves
into a scrubby alley
squeezing by barely.
With its narrow fit made
it disappearing through a backyard gate
into a cloud of its own making
belched from two shaking
upright tailpipes.
Bark cull, coppice slats, saw food pilled
to near roof high. This sawmill refuge awaits
stacking sequent, once cross-sawed
and set to a suitable size for stove fodder.
I am father's volunteer; I am the master stacker
of wand-wood. With my bow-saw in hand,
I look not on labor of hours nor days, but eternities.
In the eyes of evolution's lies I see ancient youths,
countless fellows of ten-years-old like me
and leap with them to the task of cave dwellers.
Categories:
pilled, life, work,
Form:
Free verse
My mind was once pilled up as leaves being raked
being tossed around by the wind
with confusion causing deception
I wondered what is the purpose of this life
entangled in everyday worries and strife
it must be something better
Therefore I began to search
I called upon Jesus
and everything I had learned from the world
began to make since
I was caught up in the world
blind to my surroundings
trying to make my own path
which would only be a maze not to escape
Jesus cut me loose from the cords of death
giving new knowledge to resist my
own desires and things which will fade away
and prepare one for eternal
kinship of love and peace
teaching to love as a child
before introduced to hatred and greed
to bring back the peace within
that only Jesus shall provide
laying all our burdens to rest
while we grow close and press forward
allowing the spirit to change
one into a new creation
allowing the new thoughts to show
in our everyday walk
to nail the old self to the cross
to remain in this world
while our new temple shall rise above
In this day of the Lord
Categories:
pilled, inspirational, love, love,
Form:
Free verse
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Categories:
pilled, angst, conflict, confusion, psychological,
Form:
Free verse
The friends im with now soften the craving to drink
Had enough of the alcohol the smell and the stink
As i write down these words my friends kick in
The craving for a drink is strong but i wont let it win
6 weeks cold turkey now its getting slightly easier
The drinking days now getting slighter hazier
Me thinking in drink everything was so pleasent
The realisation now it was just a depressant
Hopefully now drinks behind me and im working to a plan
Ive got new friends now there called diazapam
Taken twice daily there helping the fight
By taking the edge off they give me respite
Along with the diaz's theres other friends too
Theres a friend called zoplicone he helps me sleep through
And along with the metazapine who gets me through the day
The dark thoughts i harbour he helps keep at bay
But.....are these friends, the meds that i mention
Or do they just mask the anxiety and tension ?
Am i just thinking these friends are on my side
Or are they just suppresing the inevitable a downward slide
(6 months on)
The drinking the drugs both negative fads
The tablets arnt real friends there born in the labs
8 months dry now but my life is just fiction
My friends are my life now my new addiction
Confused and muddled pilled up and sedated
Ive swopped demon for demon my thirst isnt sated
Im in the grip of my friends now my problems seem wider
Ive had enough of this zombie state i reach for the cider
Categories:
pilled, health, imagination, recovery from...,
Form:
Rhyme
My Gentlemen,
I have done all it takes.
Made fore my man, was a formless frame
Worked by a wombsman, unplaned, clear of grain
A brittle whittled acorn piece, I had his insides changed.
Had him brained by belts and boy-bits, riveted and drilled;
To the hands upon his face, wound round bruises I distilled;
His carpentry I cornered; the correct prescriptions pilled ~
Milled, burnished, furnished yet -
The Key could not be turned
and the soul resisted it.
That is til by will I discovered, under black and covered night,
In the smothered tomb of my dead dad's dad, strange and ancient rites.
Those underground, unstudied artistries, spurned rightly though they are, Good sirs -
Nevertheless got my boy to tick.
These were the measures what got my boy learned.
And he crunched straight into manhood, his new teeth fistfully earned
A good boy then, and a gentleman now
No secrets kept from fellow men; I made him – such is how.
My Gentlemen,
With my methods though some have disagreed,
None can deny that they demonstrably succeed.
I broke a babe from a song shell, the bell of a flowerpot seed
And locked him quick with a magic trick to the tick of our masculine breed.
My Gentlemen.
Categories:
pilled, extended metaphor, father, father
Form:
Rhyme
Scorpion is crying among
The trees behind the pilled weeds;
Dreaming and drinking with ecstasy
Where the earthly angels as conquered
Knights watched her from the Orca of Faytherin,
Which the melting ground seemed
To grow in fire and nothing was left
Under the faithful umbrella
Of a crazy lover.
Categories:
pilled, relationship,
Form:
Free verse