Best Pit Poems
Sometimes, life can seem unfair
when your heart loses all hope.
And from a pit of despair,
you struggle merely to cope.
Love is an elusive dream,
interlaced with nightmare thoughts.
And anxiety's extreme;
tying your stomach in knots.
You try to rewind life's tape;
and yet, it is stuck on pause.
And there's no way to escape
the suffering or its cause.
Abuse morphs into self-hate;
guiding the blade on its path.
And admonishing your fate,
you let its edge purge your wrath.
Every cut exacts a toll;
unleashing a scarlet flood.
And yet, the pain in your soul
is numbed by the flowing blood.
From the bottom of an abandoned gravel pit
behind my childhood home, seated,
leaning against its hardpacked sandy side,
he watched the July sun set,
the empty prescription bottle at his side.
Did he walk that day to his unnatural fate
slowly, shoulders rolling like a big cat,
alternating first one, then the other,
forward, head bent, one black errant
curl tumbling across his troubled forehead.
Did he hesitate or did he hurry
and did he think of me, just 12,
soon to be fatherless, before he
began his two weeks of decomposing
in the hot Texas sun until
the man on horseback found him
while looking for a lost calf.
I couldn't blame my mother
for the divorce she filed.
I had wanted him to leave, too,
and hadn't I prayed he would die
when he dragged her over the yard,
by a handful of her hair clasped
tightly in his fist,
because she had cut it without his permission.
Especially the next day when I found
the clump of auburn hair caught in the lush
purple blooms of the wisteria bush,
I wanted him to die.
He played his harmonica for me,
and I sang, "Daddy's Little Darling,
Don't you think I'm sweet?"
But I prayed my dad would die,
and though I asked God to ignore those
prayers of terror, I will never be able to
love enough wayward men to save my dad.
I'm teetering along the edge
Of a long and deep sharp ledge
One more push and I will drop
Can someone please help me stop
The pain everyday that follows
Me into more bad tomorrows
That will not leave me alone
I would like to just be shown
What it's like to wear a smile
It has been too long a while
Since my days were filled with joy
Thinking fates out to destroy
Every ounce of happiness
Until there is nothing left
To live for and dream about
I just want to scream and shout
Take away all the dark clouds
Giving me the love allowed
That I see looking so grand
I want to hold someones hand
Feeling the soft warm rush
That makes my whole body gush
With sensations never felt
Because life has always dealt
A hand so unbearable
Days were too unlivable
For enjoying anything
My heart never got to sing
Any happy and fun tunes
Darkness and a lot of gloom
Is all I will ever feel
This world will never reveal
Any goodness night or day
I will just crawl up and stay
Tightly wrapped up in a ball
Until it's my time to fall
Into a nice peaceful slumber
My lonely life finally over
Bankrupt and broke life has given to me
Endless contradictions with windows I see
What a shame that it is to be in this bind
However the outcome I'm losing my mind...
Yesterdays care gave out almost there
While trailing once more, lifes relentless wear
Has taken me down again and again
Yet this time it's different, this time I give...
Watching and wishing I keep on missing
Something inside that will stop it's pissing
Life's pissing on me and letting me know
Get out of the way get out of the flow
I've fallin again and boy I fell hard
Fighting lifes ways justifies my scar's
Painful emotions have robbed me today
It procrastinated awhile and became enraged
What can I do when inside me I knew
There's somewhere I'd been adjusting my view
I am all the way down and feeling quite sick
Standing on the bottom of life's bottomless pit...
red cherry pit
gutted, c-sectioned
fingertips stained
5/27/2018
the mosh pit of rain
carries me to my room
drops me on my pillow
12/27/2018
"Passion Pit"
moonglow shone beneath sheer veil, love ignited,
starry skies canopy shadowed lovers flesh
in perfumed atmosphere, passion excited,
warm kisses navigate silk skin, melting mesh.
sweet passion pit of love burns fiery embers
memories of romance essence remembers.
touching tenderness as flames of love impart
delicate embrace sharing love heart to heart.
My anger boils deep down inside.
Yet I smile with sparkling eyes.
Hot blood flowing vie chamber to chamber…
Thumping heart beats vexed closer to danger…
Drinking in downpouring tears and cries.
Yet I smile with sparkling eyes.
Pissing out vengeance, bourbon and wine.
Bowels rumble loudly from the hate I dine.
Hands wipe away sweat of brood and brine.
Cap rim shadows inhuman thoughts of mind.
Gut pit energy peaking and on the rise.
Yet I still smile with sparkling eyes.
Guard my steps' quick smooth strides.
Make not my eyes deem you unwise.
Bursting for a bathroom;
Tim Horton’s stop
~ closed for cleaning
For Susan Burch’s contest
“Show Me The Anger”
Won 2nd place
It is said that there are creator Gods
That create Gods
Who in turn created
Man
These blessings cheated the system of order
Seas of black turn blue in the mind
With one slight of hand
Emerges clay in the shape of man
Trees fork, slit and seeds become killing machines
Steadfast in plights of secrecy and honor
Bestowed on each from what or whom?
Something asexual, of no procreation but created
Fight amongst one another for a turn
At this tug of war amongst giants
Buried in layers as sedimentary rock they wait
Lie dormant until the time is revered
Villanelle: Cowered crushed cramped cold in the pit of our stomachs
Cowered crushed cramped cold in the pit of our stomachs
We drag our ego thrones saddled on stooping lean backs
Fiendish liege Lords’ furnace mouths whiplash at run amoks
None can bear the thought shrunken image left on dry docks
Unconsoled by doctoral degrees or skills won on bent backs
Cowered crushed cramped cold in the pit of our stomachs
The terrifying shame of being left to rot on torrid tarmacs
The will to keep going in the face of spites and silly smacks
Fiendish liege Lords’ furnace mouths whiplash at run amoks
Les mille vices and pin-pricks we put up with as decoy ducks
While His Majesty Liege Ego rides in pomp pitfalls on tracks
Cowered crushed cramped cold in the pit of our stomachs
All mere paying passengers grovelling on groaning stomachs
No tenant fit to reign in his own fiefdom his baggage unpacks
Fiendish liege Lords’ furnace mouths whiplash at run amoks
He who runs not with hares but howls with hounding packs
Is he content to walk straight smile strung on lips and locks
Cowered crushed cramped cold in the pit of our stomachs
Fiendish liege Lords’ furnace mouths whiplash at run amoks
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
She brushes her fingertips
down her own skin and dreams of him
rising like a tide inside her,
his tongue between her teeth.
She waits for the stars to fall ripe into her palms,
and for the messiah.
She waits, heart in mouth,
for his breath against her bones.
I breathed in the scent of the sunsets,
Cherry pit war mines covering the street,
Rose colored petals dancing in the background,
The sun painting me pink,
Crickets symphony under the lights,
That Summer that never left me.
Once upon a time…
I said- oh no, Never would I have one.
But I was kissed by a Pit Bull & he stole my heart.
Really he is so very sweet.
I just say to uneducated people,
I am sorry you are a racist that is too bad.
I remind myself, that people taught other people
To believe this way.
Our adorable, loveable babies are just victims that way.
Every race holds unkind people and any dog can do wrong.
But it is the Pities who pay, for the Humans--cruel ways.
Someday, people won’t be so judgmental.
Don’t hold your breath, it may take a long time.
This world is a mess,
Till then we try to help the humans learn.
We will walk with our heads held high and
Our Pit-Bulls by our side
To protect them from those evils of mankind.
I kissed a Pit-Bull and I liked it—Try it sometime.
Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao
THE SORROW PIT
Sorrow burned so deep a hole
His feet had disappeared--
Designed a ladder to escape--
Its rungs were elegantly devised of secret
Midnight tears.
Survival drove him upward--
Escaped with his last breath—
Ached for her in every bone,
A fool, he taunted death.
Dreamed of her at dawning
Her hair wild disarray---
Wept for her when waking
And cursed the break of day
By chance he rode a whirlwind,
Jumped the ladder to success
Where this climb would lead--
He didn't mind the mess.
His children were a sea away
Beyond his wildest reach
And every lesson he had learned
He had no chance to teach.
If the course of love is pain
Sparsely Spiced with hints of glory,
To him, Life seems a thankless meal--
Best digested in a story.
V Anderson-Throop 2013