Best Piranhas Poems
blueprint
To have the innocence
again, not abused
nor denied
to see with the
eyes of a child
the beauty
that could be
in it all -
what we lost,
through bitterness
the curse of
me over you
and warring life
throwing its poetic
grenades, watching
feathers fly
the absurd piranhas
and cockerels fighting
fed love,
the monsters
put to bed to sleep,
to wake
to live
the beautiful dream
the sting
of wonderment
in the child’s heart
untouched
open, sweet
beatific smiles
innocence untried
retrieved blueprint
could be ours again
in another world
in another time
bathed in sun,
Blue Sky
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"The Walk"
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_walk_1376951
Categories:
piranhas, easter, muse, peace,
Form:
Free verse
Piranhas, within a canaries cannibal world....
Feasting upon the flesh, of another innocent and vulnerable life
Delivered by the hands of darkness' entrenched; unknowing but willing, messengers of woe!
In hopes of crippling and destroying, by means of ridicule, guilt and shame
The subtle and not so subtle, of the spiteful and scorned....
Chatterings like arrows, from their poisoned bows
Within comments and verse, and their opened air words
Always the same-looking for their entrance, to bring another to their knees
To evoke their own will? These amissfully mangled and subverse desires
Within, these shatteringly tainted dreams....
Relentlessly they search, for the Achilles heel, to crumble yet anothers hope!
Traveling through these mediums of morbids main, and fluttering hearts....
In through the side doors, and along the corridores, via way, of the shadowish mind
Enter the sublimes of deceivings presented, before all of Heavens sight!
While as half closed eyes stand in silence, all about, within muted watch....
Reminding myself of a case years ago; where a young girl was beaten, stabbed and murdered
As at least a dozen different people, cowered within their rooms
Amid her desperate cries, beggings and pleas for help; help, that would never arrive!?
So such it seems so very often, among many within this society in which we live....
Whom turn their backs and avert their glance; while bowing their heads, and walking on by
Back, into their own blackened holes!....(Cont)
Categories:
piranhas, life, love, people, time
Form:
I see your tough nature,
Your coarse rough exterior.
I see the unbreachable wall,
Never to be penetrated again,
Fortified against the most dubious of foes,
Built of the hardest granite from the walls of your heart,
Guarded by spears and knives preserving your soul,
Fashioned of tempered steel forged from dark shadows.
I see the dark moat surrounding your walls,
Black as the darkest of inks,
Deep and wide as your emotions,
Filled with crocodiles and piranhas,
Born from your memories…….
But I've also seen the true you,
The beautiful you hiding deep within.
I get a glimpse every now and then,
A small peek at the wonderful person you are,
The person you've tucked so far inside,
Someone who rarely comes out.
I occasionally see the twinkle in your eye.
I've felt the warmth of the compassion of your heart,
One which still beats loud and strong.
I witness the gentle touch that you can afford.
I can imagine the stunning person inside,
The small hurt child who cries out to be loved,
Who's wounds have become your impenetrable shield.
I see that person wanting to truly be touched,
For the person she is,
The person she was,
The person who once knew no bounds,
A magnificent creature,
A lovely tender but dazzling flower,
An amazing courageous lioness,
A passionate vibrant lover,
A delicate and delightful angel.
I long to see you escape your chains,
Shattering the bars of your prison,
Extending your wings and flying once more,
Vibrant and full of life,
In unison with the one you love,
At peace and full,
Confident and sure,
Whole again.
Categories:
piranhas, 12th grade, beauty, character,
Form:
Free verse
Above the palms I scan the ebon night
With crystal stars reflecting in the dark
The yellow moon is shining on the boat
A crocodile swims by without a sound
A cacophony of sound is stirred in the morn
A shaman greets us with a blessed hand
Three frontiers await us as we drift
In ageless waters of the deep
Pink dolphins leap as we move on
I see a capybara by the shore
The largest rodent in the world
The capuchins all beg for food
Piranhas swivel back and forth
Below the mammoth lily pads
Awaiting all the food that moves
Then pounced upon without delay
The thunderous rain has wet the forest land
Colombia, Brazil and now Peru
With stilted huts and cherub children there
Primordial, the Amazon and I
I'm filled with awe, a conqueror of life
primeval scenes in tense display
These memories will stay until I die
April 26,2015 Memorable Vacations
Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
piranhas, vacation,
Form:
Free verse
You
were broken.
A shattered animosity
against booty calls and warm embraces.
You weren’t good enough
for that man who
cleansed his addictions
for the sake of your eyes,
made of chocolate fantasies.
Fishing for attention at Loneliness Lake,
searching for more piranhas
to gnaw on your D-cup breasts
and size 10 curves.
Until, out of the blue, you found another.
He was twice your size
with half of your vanity.
A bottle of Windex
to your brittle mirror.
Now “Love” was declared in the time it takes
to make popcorn.
But, he never took a whiff of your bag.
You started to hold hands and take
low resolution cell phone pics to fog the memories,
the proverbial paper bag over his face.
As you ride upon his wanton extension,
faking every gasp to get it over with.
He would try to hold you,
but your D-cups would interfere
as your rolling eyes
would leave his list of chores on the nightstand.
As you hit the town,
embracing arms of a stranger
under black light’s costume.
While “Love”
wept.
Now it’s anniversary day!
An exchanging of gifts where
written gratitude was sized smaller
than the $20 McDonalds gift cards
left in their blank envelopes.
As ignorant friends gather to celebrate,
more pictures are taken
with celebrated couple
placed 4 persons apart.
Her chest wrapped by that stranger’s arms.
As “Love” smiled in another direction.
For it is his time
to leave her list of chores,
on top of her suitcase.
© Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
piranhas, girlfriend-boyfriend
Form:
Free verse
How can you dangle my heart as you do
When you know there are piranhas in the sea
How can I make you feel something you won't
Denying me of the love you once gave so freely
You always said forever" this I believed to be true
Now I see my footprints wandering alone in the sand
Wondering if you were ever really here in the first place
To feel these doubts piercing through my very soul
Could we not dance to the song in our hearts once more
Could we not celebrate our love just once more in time
Is it not to the end that we should love forever more
Let us keep our candle burning bright this very night
Somewhere in the darkness, I search for you
This madness of a roller coaster is breaking me
I look from the window I see the heavens are open
Angels in heaven know we belong together always
For sure love is a wild ride in the midst of chaos
Eyes so piercing as they float through my soul
There's music in the wind as it is playing our song
Listen to the tones as the wind spreads our love
Journey with me through time and space
Let our love feel our embrace once again
4 17 2012 2 am
Categories:
piranhas, emotions, love,
Form:
Free verse
I struck out on my own around a year old
life was so full of fun, so many things with
which to play, a leaf scuttling by, a rustle
in the undergrowth. I was enthralled.
I stood on a road watching intently
a little mouse. A car shot past bowling
me over and slicing off half of my tail.
It stung like hell and dripped blood.
Finding a cool stream I placed my tail
within, oh the blessed relief I knew
I had been lucky, one life now done.
My next life also flashed by as
hunter became prey, I ran for
my life from a pack of hungry
wolves barely escaping their
razor sharp fangs and hot breath.
Fishing for salmon I ventured
in too deep and got swept away
tumbling through rapids, banging
into rocks lucky to be washed ashore.
Bedraggled I lie in the sun
I swallowed way more water
than I drink in two days.
Shivering as I dry off.
Maybe four is the charm
as now I am much wiser.
Oh no I followed my nose
to an enticing exciting smell.
It led me straight into a mire
churned up by rooting pigs
I was being sucked down
exhausted I finally lay still.
Well a miracle happened
the muddy slime released
its deathly grip and I was
able to slowly wriggle free.
What a state my fur was in
muddy slime all over me
only one thing to do and
that's take a hated bath.
As I rolled in the shallows
I felt a change in pressure
and ran for my life chased
by angry snapping jaws.
Piranhas I had disturbed
Nearly ripped to shreds
I slipped away to rest up.
Unfortunately as I drifted
off I started getting stung
I was under attack from
angry bees I was lying
right over their hive.
Fast as a streak I headed
yet again for the river
and dunked myself again
and again till they were gone.
Seven lives already used up
and I was still only three years.
A few years past uneventfully
I am getting the hang of things.
One dark stormy night
sheltering in a leafy tree.
It got hit by lightning
knocking me to the ground.
Fur still burning I looked
a real fright, a cartoon cat
with hair on end whilst all
I really wanted was a quiet life.
Well I have used up eight
of my nine. I now mainly
sleep my days away. The
urge of adventure quietly rests.
My day will come soon
now as age takes its toll.
I am stiff and nearly blind
so I lay down a final time.
Categories:
piranhas, animal, destiny, life,
Form:
Personification
My friends I’ve had a great idea,
I have to let you in on,
I can’t believe that no one else
Has thought of this before.
You all know how the NRA
Says guns have made us safer?
Well this should make the rabid cheer
Saint Brian has the floor!
You’d think that someone else would think
To just extend their logic
To bring about world peace perhaps
Would only take a day.
Just give a portable A-Bomb
To each and every voter,
Perhaps the Congress would respect
What people have to say.
We’ve all grown tired of hairless apes
Attacking like piranhas
The moment that a party man
Shows sign of intellect.
They dare suggest that all our woes
From highways down to healthcare
Can somehow be directly caused
By government defect?
It’s not our government at fault
But jerks avoiding taxes,
That corporations have a voice
Is just their latest ploy.
The fact that profit trumps all jobs
Means workers have less money
To buy the products they create
The nation’s fate a toy.
These men, these so-called patriots
Who hate the poor that feed them,
Suppress their votes at every turn,
Mass pillage is their plan.
But so seductive is their path
The poor think they are heroes,
Cannot appreciate the odds,
Confused by devil’s clan.
And every day the gulf between
The rich and poor gets wider,
What’s left to think except the rich
Are bound for suicide.
While they themselves may miss the heat
Live high on hog’s best tokens,
Their children certainly will not
Escape the bloody tide.
And God, I hate to say so but
I fear we eat our children,
Blind faith in technological
Advance could be our end.
A reverence for Nature has
Just vanished from our culture,
The only truth remaining is…
‘Just how much can I spend?’
Brian Johnston
March 5, 2015
Categories:
piranhas, political,
Form:
Rhyme
Speckled Mist
Beautiful colors, magnificent swirls
Large enough to consume our world
Then as if connected to an invisible cord
All become stiff as an old iron board
More beauty than could ever be caught
Its multitude could never be bought
The force of it all becomes unstoppable
Within one breath it forms into a single giant molecule
Watching all things stiff
Starts forming a speckled mist
Within a dark green hiss
It's a piranhas kiss
Thats what that is
And out of the violet mane
There hearts open souls untamed
From speckles to freckles to lines we would miss
Within a males pyist
It's love not in a grist
It just keep forming out a name
Once again eyes wide open love without game
Categories:
piranhas, art, black african american,
Form:
Verse
On the streets, mothers grilled guttersnipes,
Not to squeeze runny nose and runaway,
Perchance met by chance,
Sangfroid song is sang by heart,
Just an air breath of dare devil juvenile hector,
A furious broom, soaked inside grub of soil,
And chased until bedaub with blessed syrup,
On the contrary, likely dumped the grim green on the
street,
While keeping odourful astonishment long after,
Some swore that ground should open.
May not tell if lives in a hovel or cave,
A scary terror fleet flit streets stinking bum of the
underworld,
Possessor of all waste, his living chamber are painted
With umber dung with dumber grey and dummy dawn,
Shower rumble and wet sickening dapple flower,
Crawling vine holdsway and stranglehold,
Blood sucking vampire pods looking unhealthy,
And bobbing Piranhas in his muddy crystal ball
aquarium,
Fed soft wobbly creatures with no nose, nonsense and
eyesores,
While Dung Beetles are the beloved pets.
Categories:
piranhas, time
Form:
Free verse
The LOZ;
the place to be;
the party town of Missouri
is where I call home.
The hills of the Ozarks
house every known allergen, as
well as families that are cooking
something to be paranoid about.
This man-made body of
water holds rumors of
dead bodies and piranhas
that parent's tell as wives tales.
The forever changing lanes of
highway will lead you
to the same place; once
you're here, you'll never leave.
The rolling landscape is covered
in litter and overgrown weeds.
Crosses from car wreck casualties
line the roads like misplaced bones.
Everyone that isn't from
here thinks it's paradise.
Everyone that lives here
calls it the "State of Misery".
Categories:
piranhas, addiction, childhood, city, earth,
Form:
Free verse
Working day and night for minimum wage,
Building rage because the feeling of being locked in a cage,
Dreaming of my time on stage.
I don't want this life forever!
Struggling to keep it together,
In a relationship that wont last a day past forever!
Hair on fleek, swag on 110,
soul on 0%, brain near the end.
Pass the Kush, I'm tired of living in the fallacies of this dry ass reality.
"Turn up, burn up"... This ain't me! I can't even look at my reflection in the mirror and not shatter it with disgrace. DISGRACE.
Thoughts. I have about 110, that wont see the day of light, just the pad and pen.
Lost in a whirlwind, this world wont protect me.
Equivalent to a shoal of piranhas eating my brain, which,
unanatomically drains my heart.
My heart, beating fast at thoughts of my past, sending fear to my future.
The obstruction of vision, causing the dread of the next moment. Content with two feet glued to the ground because anxiety of the next step could be turmoil.
Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc. Time is ticking, this is sickening!
My accomplishments, I have none, they're missing.
My peers, look at them!
Instagram famous, living life shameless.
But that ain't me.
I'm on a soul search, trying to break free.
Free of society withhold,
Free of material things and the stress and confusion it brings.
There's a storm in my soul, and I can't swim. The world won't save me!
Jah, Jah can you hear me? I need you to guide me through reality,
because sadly, I need you badly.
Categories:
piranhas, anger, confusion, pain, passion,
Form:
Narrative
HASTILY HIDING WISELY WAITING
Flying fish are really gliding, gracefully so.
Frantically, from so many predatory piranhas.
Silkily, sliding into the most fearsome fray!
Hastily hiding, in very thick growing, sightly sedges.
Wisely waiting until the predators pass.
Satisfyingly safe, start to safely fly feeding.
Dusk darkening, welcoming much needed silent sleep.
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Categories:
piranhas, fish,
Form:
Alliteration
Jamaica was always known for cultivating
the brightest and the best,
Academically, most scholars soared through
all their tests,
Our Island provided warmth and beauty,
Yet, the music of the modern generation
has tarnished our reputation,
Most, think of us as gun slingers, drug
dealers and vagabonds,
Our women are viewed as piranhas on
the run,
Through advertisements and word of mouth
Jamaican men are viewed as abusers or elusive
Baby Daddies or hustlers who cruise around in caddies,
They don't love us anymore,
The hate shows as they cleverly try to shove us through the doors,
concocting crimes and airs of suspicion,
Being a Jamaican has become a whirlwind
of negative labels such as aggression, crimanalism and drug running,
They never tell the real stories how the other half lives,
They don't love us anymore, so they would rather show
our lives hanging from the ballads or on the skids.
Categories:
piranhas, confusion, introspection, people, political,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Addicted to somethin’
My thoughts no longer own
A fish tank full of submarines
Swimming schools of piranhas
Waking up soaking wet
Sharks swimming in my sweat
Sleeping on the cold floor
Petrified to close the door
Or open when closed...nightmares
Circling ahead...flocks of aeroplanes
Like vultures to a carcass
Feeding on my burnt ashes
Overindulgence in fantasy
Thoughts amputated from reality
Monotones ringing in my cranium
Press the button to a new continuum
To end this paralyzing paranoia
That feeds my insatiable insomnia
Categories:
piranhas, addiction, life,
Form:
Rhyme