Best Pillory Poems
The staticky-stars climax under intense blanket of Winter glow.
Your spouse can’t see your spirited green eyes that burn slow.
The friction of campfire sticks, the satiny slipperiness of moon.
Flames of blue, orange and red won’t be overcome too soon.
Pert rose petals, that once were goosebumpy and ice cold,
scintillate like fireworks until the grand finale’s loosed, uncontrolled.
Warm breath in a cold Winter’s steamy and a restless beast.
Lips lavish over late night feast, matches singe, sate increased.
Squirming under the leisurely complement of coals, coalescing,
Coolness of a blue lake vaingloriously countering, distressing.
A long midnight’s thrashing, sans pillory; the high beams foray.
Pillow talk, a sensuous squeeze, a high-diving elixir bouquet.
Ah those stars brilliantly glowing on a long Winter’s night!
Those limbs blush, rose petals crush, with unfettered light.
Categories:
pillory, metaphor, sensual, winter,
Form:
Couplet
Blue velvet caged
Behind rusty bars.
Soul within chars.
Fervent flames raged.
Mighty door creaked
Black-veiled phantoms
Chanting the anthems
Thus the dusts freaked.
All the phantoms read
The holy pages.
The pious sages
For repentance plead.
Life’s last drops
Time’s burning tears.
Soaked deep in fears,
Crushed by crops,
The soul crumples.
Satan’s oracle
Tempting manacle
On heart tramples.
Towers of flesh
Drag my weary bones
As the axe-man hones
His blade afresh
Heard the Devil's voice:
"Crimson Cross!"
My dice to toss
Fate's generous choice!
"Kneel by the altar
Take my rosary,
Or God's pillory.
You have to falter?"
Succumbing feet tread
On scaffold's heart
As the moments part
What's there that they dread?
Nails of Divine love
Prick my palms
Grope for balms
Wails a benign dove
Mocking herd of sheep
Ignorant vultures
The gaze tortures
The wound doth weep.
The Fallen Prince
Roars with laughter:
"The hereafter!?!
Who else to convince?"
"O thou Holy, hark
The Forsaken Son
Has thy Father won?"
All the rest is dark…?
Categories:
pillory, death, devotion, faith, life,
Form:
Narrative
Intact I am math,
but in a blast I run fast-
somewhere above the tree line
I am seen as fine,
but inside I am tried.
The weather doesn't help locate a song,
so I hop on a motorcycle to get gone,
I soon crash into a nearby tree,
and lay on the ground for weeks.
The sooner I come home-
the lesser I learn how to grow,
and its never anything but my last breathe of shine that I felt my teeth grind,
gashing the enemy-
the way of the blind,
organic and prime,
my weaknesses don't show,
so I am fine.
And while feeling fine,
in an interesting wine,
I smell the pine,
it aches within me-
raking at my earliest pillory-
so I walk on pleased,
get paid,
and then go spend all my pees,
with this withering game of time,
I get hexed to know some of mine,
but I soon stop,
eager to drop,
1,2,3, and then four,
four strips,
one token,
and two years unspoken,
where I turn and spin in the door,
a splendid welcome to adore!
What shores have washed away from the pores!
What course I have taken to learn how to adore!
But there is a land I lived in alive-
but it just wasn't my find,
I was there,
but it wasn't my mind...
I wish I could scream!
Feel mean!
Go away unnoticed!
Then re-arrive climbing in trees!
Birds eat the bees,
lizards the breeze,
but character never breeds,
its gotta be seen-
understood,
spoken and then dreamed,
before you wake to it,
just like she made ya do it,
and you jerked yourself through it,
started ta loosin' it,
got loaded,
and became a rude influence.
Categories:
pillory, august, boy, cat, dark,
Form:
Verse
I'm not all that enthused about Trump for Commander-In-Chief.
I personally find his narcissistic behavior beyond belief!
However, he or anyone else in my biased opinion is preferred to Hillary.
With her past precarious behavior she is fair-play for ridicule and pillory!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(Sorry folks - just expressing my hallowed lst Amendment Rights!)
Categories:
pillory, humorous, political,
Form:
Clerihew
et me begin the amorous tale of my love
story,
In seven of ages a heartrending pillory,
With maximum make believe of childhood
love,
Cycling after her with no worry,
To the taste of truffles and muffin,
Felt her each wave sweet to savory,
On slide following her with peeping eyes,
Seeking a vivacious look till I touched the
teen glory,
With shorthanded life and full of misery,
Couldn’t even bought a gift or flowery,
But could promise to honor love for life,
And this ain’t false statement of
stipulatory,
At mid of twenty two, with smashing and
evaporating love,
Still remembered cherish liped smile of
amatory,
ory,
And snake of love has now bitten my
heart,
The anti-dote is her smile whether it might
be illusory,
Hence the feelings pining and revolving in
mind,
As gravitation, influence everything
stimulatory,
In cold night with shattering fog and
cracking leaves
Shahid is right here with a flowery and
Sorry.
Shahid Ch.
Categories:
pillory, arabic
Form:
Ghazal
A pawn for a pawn, a crown to crown,
whom is Master of this Lodge in town,
this I enquire while preparing the pyre for you to retire,
my meddlesome mobility unabated, indicative of a congenital nobility,
configured to coral this clambering caravan of corrupted cargo,
like a sqaulid sailing ship mired by a dragging anchor
I will be the insensitive squall that screams and squashes
your spirit's resolve for immortality to which you aspire,
by necessity, your pirate army pines to encroach this backline of mine,
alert for advantage like hyenas on high ground,
but when the men turn round with countenances of lost children,
then the lead you must take and oasis forgo,
A final engagement cautiously commenced upon the carnage
of this conflict's first casualties, terrific testament of mortality,
gross scenes torn pale and asunder by torchlights,
unremitting images of the half dead bleeding,
their moans bare and last moments barren
like old channels of lost rivers,
raging exhaustion spurned and supplanted with a spontaneous summons
of a brazen belief that my foe is more weakened, warbled and wasted than we,
here in the middle, setting the endgame circuitously,
a defense is devised to deter like a pinching pillory,
my startegy is instinct, my ferocity diverse -
J.A.B. - Final Part -
Categories:
pillory, engagement, lost, war,
Form:
Epic
Let me begin the
amorous tale of my
love story,
In seven of ages a
heartrending
pillory,
With maximum make
believe of childhood
love,
Cycling after her
with no worry,
To the taste of
truffles and muffin,
Felt her each wave
sweet to savory,
On slide following
her with peeping
eyes,
Seeking a vivacious
look till I touched
the teen glory,
With shorthanded
life and full of
misery,
Cannot even bought a
gift or flowery,
But could promise to
honor love for life,
And this ain’t false
statement of
stipulatory,
At mid of twenty
two, with smashing
and evaporating
love,
Still remembered
cherish lips smile
of amatory,
And snake of love
has now bitten my
heart,
The anti-dote is her
smile whether it
might be illusory,
Hence the feelings
pining and revolving
in mind,
As gravitation,
influence everything
stimulatory,
In cold night with
shattering fog and
cracking leaves
Shahid is right here
with a flowery and
Sorry.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
Categories:
pillory, first love, i love
Form:
Ghazal
What was up with all that mix with the keys?
The weed?
The transfer of seed?
Undone,
not unlike me,
I come into a tree-
and randomly free myself of my street,
I come up on a beat,
and leak out my literal leaf,
and ache at the pillory awaiting the generation of me.
I don’t want nothin’ bad to happen,
but what does one trigger hand have in battle?
I would rather the peace be kept,
and my life be given instead,
I would rather a dead man be kept,
than his resurrection come once again-
I would hate heaven to see me,
when I curse at people who don’t see me,
I would adapt to another's kin,
if he didn’t feel the need to always resurrect them…
Categories:
pillory, angst, business, confusion, courage,
Form:
Verse
We know despite regrets
that under bricks of stones
beneath the sea of red
(there) the daughters and the sons
have put theirs heads
for meaning of an forsaken strophes
We know the depth
of tangled words
from toes to head
we’ll flow an our cause
to gird it all around the neck
And sing upon...
That our world
on gardless sleep
is only a fragile thought
of the Atlantis cover deep
We know...
we’ll go asleep
among the falling stars
on reefs of dreams
under the heavy prism
of bended skies
When pond of dark
absorbs the light
of blinded town
and haze’d souls
There... yet
from morn to dusk
every ardor will fall apart
by pillory of scarlet dawn
Categories:
pillory, age, angel, grief,
Form:
Ballad
He was raised by his stepfather
Who he loved so much
This man treated his mum like a queen and never raised his hands against her
He was a role model, of how he wanted to be as a dad and husband
His biological dad was never in his life
He was known for his violence
He abused his mum a lot and she had to run away
He vowed never to become like this man, though his DNA he carried
But one time during a heated argument with his wife, he did what he had promised himself not to do to any woman
He hit her, not once but twice
Her swollen eye, the pain and in fear in her face, Her tears.....all reminded him of the abusive days of his mum by his biological dad
She, the wife knew his history so well
And there are those days she would remind him of it, and he would shrink like slug being showered with salt
His abuse, his own punishment
His abuse, her strength
Categories:
pillory, abuse, power, violence, mum,
Form:
Prose Poetry
For bi-partisan gift to Hillary,
Trump might name her envoy to Tripoli.
If she flubbed for heavens sake,
"What difference would it make!"
Except some more well-deserved pillory!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Categories:
pillory, humorous, political,
Form:
Limerick
There's a well traveled "Broken Heart Lane"
On the outskirts of my hometown
People come from miles around
Sharing misery from love in vain
A honkytonk where sad songs flow
Underneath a flashing neon sign
Where libations and music combine
To be a pied piper for lonely souls
From the first time I walked in
Found an empty booth at the back
My love train had jumped the track
Those sad songs were not my friends
I'd sit by that whiskey river
That ran from the sea of love
They'd always give me a shove
When their message was delivered
It was called "The Cryin Clown
Performances were always live
You could slow dance with brokenhearted wives
Until the river pulled you down
One day I finally moved away
Broke loose from my pillory
That old clown would call to me
Every time those sad songs played
I may be love's circus clown
I know where I won't be found
In a river where whiskey drowns
Neath the sign of the Cryin Clown
an original poem by the "Poemdog" Daniel Turner
Pillory - wooden framework with holes for the head and hands
where the offender was exposed to public abuse
Categories:
pillory, drink, heartbreak, lost love,
Form:
Lyric
Threshold
Weary of being yanked and slapped
From pillar to post
From pillory between judgement
Dragged between moral and conceit
How the bated bear on its chain
Dances
Tossed piggy in the middle
Games for some higher power
Just so they can enjoy their meal
Salted and peppered on my soul
A tasty
Dainty
Of a
Morsel
Stand between
Lucifer and Jehovah
While they play on these puppet strings
Jerk me this way
Pull me that
And toy like children
The bitches both
Deprive me
How the bated bear on its chain
Dances
A little quick step fox trot
Of doubt and torment
Of love and happiness
Of faith and lies
Through an individual life
To appease a jealous little point
Made between Devils and Gods
I stand on the threshold
And turn my back
On them both
My own father
Proof of their sick little joke
How the bated bear dances
On its chain
Categories:
pillory, lifeme,
Form:
Free verse
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I did not say penile
I said pineal
When you planted me in that
pillory
that God forsaken state
I could not get a night of sleep
That is why I hopped on
her pillion
to get a pillows grace
Categories:
pillory, funny,
Form:
Light Verse
The (former) Double Life Of Matthew Scott Harris
Dove finch he following iniquitous
licentious, lecherous longing
extinguished quite
some years ago,
when eldest daughter
stopped being polite
actually she ceased - might
tee angry talking heads
to this papa for months, whose
only asks prays foe praise,
and who doth newt
wish to ignite
animosity from any beloved fan,
whose critical judgement
toward my errant friskiness,
aye snuffed out light
and accepts dues
against prickly don'ts,
and opted to risk broad
casting general height
full actions, which attestation
spiritedly burst asunder
blitzing Lenovo external
screen within minutes bite
mutt hung lest
censorious replies pillory
this sensitive chap
I merely uncorked
irrepressible facet
(asian iron maiden
strangle choke hold)
forced these words
to help give hollow explain
nations of this nada
so shiny white knight
philanderer (juiced now cum
ming clean) by night just
an oon din
aery in Das scribe
bubble during -
the day until...zee...
wife found me absent - yee
(ping, and sowing, thee
rather desiccated oats)
celibacy playing tree
men dose impetus tryst,
viz midlife crisis spree
from sleeping quarters re:
at 724 West Rail
road Avenue, pre
planned within
the basement nee
tricked out as cellar quasi
pent house suite for me
comfortable sleep
ping accommodations,
pleasing this wander
lusting NON GMO lee
burr teen, sans mat,
(and also Scottish Matt)
tress atop boxspring key
ping stockpiles of prurient frilly
laced female lingerie, je
nais se quois, no matter
escapade usual lee
took place in pitch black dark
accouterments singularly, solely,
and strictly necessitated,
arousing, coaxing, and
exciting libido asper
one barenaked lady for
yours truly, whereat
aye do blatantly
confess flute'n glute'n guilt free
to concocting, hat
ching, and orchestrating
profligate secrete
rendezvous aspirations
toward sordid man of la
cherry munch ching Lothario
(a combination Casanova,
Don Juan) wannabe.
Categories:
pillory, grief, hurt, meaningful, memory,
Form:
Narrative