Best Pitilessly Poems
I was punctured by punctuations
The words you wielded with such disdain
A ravenous revolutionary
Pitilessly piercing deep into my vein
I pretended such positivity
Holding happy forward as my shield
Your attack so precise and persistent
cold and calculated you would not yield
You left little to the imagination
Expressive expletives flowed from your lips
The harmonization of my horror
I was firmly nestled within its grips
Attacked by your callous conversations
Skillfully white washing every event
They were but measly misunderstandings
Never the nouns that I thought you had meant
The truth is that I perceived your pleasure
Within that capacity of your cruel
Heading towards a cliff like a lemming
Dancing dangerously close like a fool
So I sought out new triumphant treasures
Better lines lead to a more complete me
No more would I dangle dangerously
Halting hearing you speak helped me to see!
Categories:
pitilessly, abuse,
Form:
Alliteration
Pitilessly cold
Weather in February
As Cinderella *
I feel my cheeks flaming red
Meeting with the polar bear
07.02.2017
- Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
syllabic : 5-7-5-7-7 www.howmanysyllables.com
Categories:
pitilessly, february, nature,
Form:
Tanka
Major misery must have been mounting on Monday.
The traffic jam miraculously DIDN'T end until terrific Tuesday.
The traffic at 4pm was winding way westward which was way
More than what we wished was wishful thinking.
Well it was a colorful and confusing week.
All the while we were planning to pulverize the players
Pitilessly with BALLOONS filled with punishing cold water.
Wow Wednesday wasn't way off.
Meanwhile we were wishing it was Wednesday while we
Wrenched each others woes.
Finally that night we played planned and prepared.
Well we wasted our wretched wishes on the traffic jam.
All we did now was whine and whimper.
The traffic jam was dwindling.
We weathered our way to the entourage eatery.
Got our gare and resolved to BOMB some BUTT.
We took the back entrance way.
The best thing to do would be to BATTLE our way
Through the restaurant to the front entrance.
Then we placed the enemy he was made and he saw
US too. He motioned for us to return to the rare.
Soo we discussed it for 2 minutes.
He was waiting for his boys.
So we cooperated.
We went toward the rare.
BUT...
The enemy had ARRIVED.
NOW what the HOLLERING HELL!!
we knew everybody had the same thought.
WE CAN DO THIS RIGHT HERE. NOW!!
, the first guy is waving no, no.
He was afraid of flooding his job.
Everybody was ignoring him, and laughing.
The SHORT OF. IT
Best to be backed up by water bullets.
Basically bombarding your enemy.
Some of us were just a little bit BLISTERED
From the HOT car ride.
Soo many of us sort of Welcomed the bombardment.
One of us made a spinning move and a slam dunk
Like. He was playing basketball. He completely
Obliterated his opponent with a large blue water balloon.
But he caught one in the face.
Both sides were having handfuls of fun
Until the popular prolific police arrived
Saw the place was swamped
And forced my friends and i to abort the
Blundered mission running pass the
Pensive police down the narrow path.
That was a WORTH WHILE WEDNESDAY.
Categories:
pitilessly, anxiety, basketball, car, celebration,
Form:
Alliteration
massive flooding
tropical storm
big tragedy
- please leave your home
destructive waves
catastrophic
pitilessly
- please take shelter
take no chances
the huge monster
kills man and mouse
- don't be stupid ...
________
( Don't play a hero, stay safe )
03.09.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Charlie-Quadku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: charles messina
1st place in the contest
Categories:
pitilessly, nature,
Form:
Haiku
"'Cause when your back's against the wall
That's when you show no fear at all
And when you're running out of time
That's when you hitch your star to mine
We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by"
~Keane - My Shadow Lyrics ~
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There is no celestial place for you to guide my thoughts
Can you not see that I am free from you?
I am a black bird perched high in the treetops
You will hear my crowing and you may hate it
But my dear, you cannot take away my voice!
Yet still, as fire oppresses forests of life,
You can abuse my freedom to find your glory
You may discard these words for your love of gods,
And in so doing you may simply ignore
All the cries that I so passionately utter
But my infectious species will guide your mind straight back
To that once so lonely treetop where you merely glanced
And there will be multitudinous, oppressing thoughts
That shall enslave you and bind you unwillingly
The crows will only grow louder when you turn away—
When you pretend to ignore with your remaining, strangling pride
For my voice is a production sent from above
Dispatched to judge you pitilessly for your swelling lies!
And the choirs of ferocious beaks shall open forever
Harmony and dissonance as one
Categories:
pitilessly, absence, abuse, analogy, anger,
Form:
Free verse
VIDEO/AUDIO on YouTube above. NOTE: On the video; double-click to enlarge, and/or, right-click for the drop-down menu and click on 'Loop' for auto-repeat, click settings and pick the highest level for quality viewing.
The Hub Of The Earth, I
Some vehicle screeches toward soundless nights,
a wheel cover errant for intimacy,
as it settles midst different roadside slights.
The decreasing engine roars criminally,
pruned for a snapshot temporal existence,
the bright hub unpolishes pitilessly.
The earth's orphans coexisting subsistence,
under new suns and periodical moons,
melts in a blink of an eon insistence.
Meddling miners carved canyons, felled forest looms,
a blue world shadows as a universe watch,
sculpt mountains, charcoal skies, oily oceans, dooms.
A womb will reinvent the species that botch,
our metamorphosis cast a new sasquatch.
2021 March 13
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (Mar 20)
~~Brian Strand
Categories:
pitilessly, betrayal, earth,
Form:
Terza Rima
Satan orders Eve to give Adam
For humanity fades; there settles curse
Curse on the land, on parents and generations
Generations are victims of their innocence
Innocence for ignoring their suffering
Hell in Paradise
For Cain kills Abel for jealousy
Jealousy for disgust and endless wars
Wars by colonizers over minerals
Minerals remain uncontrolled
Uncontrolled are the behaviors
Hell in Africa
For a man’s unwillingness to leave power
Power that impedes fair elections
Elections hindered by men of terror
Terror directed to humans and nature
Nature’s destroyed by stained humans
Hell in Central Africa
For no fear to remove rights claimers
Daytime people pitilessly kill others
Bloody is the land, no peace and no food
Life is worthless, there are lots of screams
Killing for power and minerals is blatant
Satan lives in the DR Congo, for that’s hell
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Categories:
pitilessly, abuse, anxiety, conflict, evil,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
BULLETS
mercilessly fly
BOMBS
pitilessly fall
MISSILES
ruthlessly soar
shattering their
helpless "targets"
a screaming
bloody blur of
sadistic slaughter
innocent
bodies
blown apart
by psychopathic
projectiles
death's desolation
hovers over
us in these
dystopian days
judge, jury & executioners
prey on
their innocent
victims
who simply dare
to be in
the wrong place
at the wrong time
The Better Nature of our Angels?
(what on earth is
Steven Pinker
smoking??)
Categories:
pitilessly, dark, death, murder, sad,
Form:
Free verse
"you are more than I deserve. It's a love I never dreamed I'd find. Happinesd like this is worth dying for..."
- Yasunari Kawabata-
Looking down, while flying midway between sky and earth,
I saw a dog on the grey tongue of an abandoned road,
Licking its genitals under summer-noon's hot slogan.
And I understood how badly I had drifted from your hills.
The hearth, that eatthen hearth, we often mended with butter-clay scooped out of a shallow river called "wahumkhra",
every time it cracked, pitilessly, after meals we managed to cook, sparingly though, will always remain as the only string that holds the chandelier of my fragile existence.
O that sweet hunger, how I yearn for it now.
The pallet of pine-needles stiched with old sacks,
on which we gathered dreams with smell of pine forests,
was no lesser than the priest's preachings on sunday mornings about His heaven's promised infinite sleep.
The narrow streets on which I doddered looking for work,
with constantly slipping away toes from outworn sandals,
while you waited for me with the blossoming seed in your belly, a future, full of honeyed beehives, over which I staggered drunk with restlessness of a beggar, for which I repent till this day.
I never knew, honestly, that I will become an irrelevant thread in the embroidery of jasmines on the hem of mekhala chaddar worn by a naiad, for the first time, shyly, when she attained puberty, and on the day of her subsequent gandharva marriage to an alchemist.
For the time being, I exist as a windless flag with no colors, neither white nor of any color known to mankind.
My soul and heart stay bled, like the butchered wings of Jatayu, but sweetheart, you will hear me flutter, sometimes, in the chuckling of a wounded squirrel and wailing of a cicada in the pine-hills where winds tease clouds, where you dwell reminiscing shadows of our silhouetting nonsenses.
Notes :
1. Mekhala chaddar, a traditional of Assamese women.
2. Gandharva marriage is one of the eight classical types of hindu marriage. This ancient marriage tradition from the Indian subcontinent was based on mutual attraction between to people, with no rituals, witnesses or family participation.
3. Jatayu was a vulture, in the hindu epic ramayana, whose wings were severed by ravana's sword, while attempting to rescue sita when the latter kidnapped her.
Categories:
pitilessly, 12th grade, friend, friendship,
Form:
Lost this day, breaths drop like a flatline
ripped from you pitilessly, mourning
is a temporal option: all attempts to capture
gentle moments, now done, gone--
yet, not everlasting evermore.
Such demise is but a pause, a furnace beaming;
and we will hold each other beyond earthly realms
that I will never ask where you are,
unafraid of the moon rising from its throne :
Although a willow droops around a grave
we are here: you, radiating light beyond vales,
I, flowing with a spirit from another heaven...
Then, generously laugh with me, dance our song
of angel-harp and plumed marigolds--
for life unto death is beauty eternal
timeless as a cross' glorious renewal.
Anthony Slausen's Life of Death Contest
4/4/2018
Categories:
pitilessly, death, life, light,
Form:
Free verse
Win Win
Make their jaws drop
Leave them silently they are under dark,
Are running direction less Sooner to fall in deep
Adopting one sided philosophy blinding others to follow
Who have been ditched all met death
So leave the anger to kill others
Come in table to talk with project
What is your need and how do you want?
To solve your uneasy character
Who told you're alone and dejected, unprotected!
Do you see the rule of law is written differently?
Law is always ready to balance all in race of peace
Confirm wit within the heart to make their jaws drop
If you're right why do you hide, chosen path is wrong side
Killing innocent people pitilessly from ambush is not intelligent
No praise and pride you will win to rule needs throwing gun
Come in democracy with philosophy to make their jaws drop.
Date:5/25/2016
Categories:
pitilessly, words,
Form:
Free verse
And That Was When Part 5
You slowly woke,
The time before receding
Like the tide drawing back from the shore
To a world of new confusions
Pushing the old one back beyond reach,
As though it had never been.
Its confusions swallowed
All your time
Bore you pitilessly on their tide
Out into their bottomless sea
Until you lost sight of the land whence you began.
And that was when
Those other thoughts came crowding in,
Flowing in on all sides
From all the currents carrying you along
And that was when
So many came to seem
More important than those
You made yourself
Back on the land.
And that was when
Life ran away with you,
Its willing, wondering prisoner.
Categories:
pitilessly, death, deep, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
All bombs cause destruction exemplifying
fanatic ghastly heartless infamous
jar, kindling loathe, machination nefarious
operations pitilessly quashing
rabid sanguineous tyranny, uncivilized violence,
warlike xenophobia, yielding zilch!
Categories:
pitilessly, death, loss, people, sad,
Form:
ABC
"What do they call you, sir of the next room over?"
"Something of an anomaly. I refuse to eat."
"Nay, I mean the way you are addressed."
"The number branded on my chest?"
"Nay, but a name."
"I am an anomaly."
"That you are, for you are nameless."
"I am an anomaly. What are you?"
"Amelia, sir."
"I know not what an Amelia is."
"Why, my name."
"What is a name?"
"What you are addressed by."
"The number branded on my chest."
"Nay, sir."
"You carry the sound of defeat."
"Hopelessness was not even allowed to step foot within earshot of my presence until I realized my fellow inmates knew not who they were."
"I am an anomaly."
"As we all evidently seem to be."
"Nay, but you are an Amelia."
"Nameless sir, I find myself surrounded by four walls, three of which are concrete and impenetrable, the fourth being bars from ceiling to floor, allowing nothing more than my feeble arms to pitilessly stretch through and feel only escaping air. Much to Impossibility's chagrin, I believe you provide a fifth wall, one of titanium that separates my heart from my body."
~~
"Strange one, are you beautiful?"
"That is a decision for others to make."
"Then I shall make it, for such a mind needs a complement."
"Good sir, are you beautiful as well?"
"Nay, but an anomaly."
Categories:
pitilessly, absence, confusion, depression, grief,
Form:
Free verse
Would you rather the majestic pure white polar bear had a home
in this world or that Paul Ryan took a slow, slow boat to China & then
turned around & came back, & then again, & again?
... the humble Praying Mantis was able to bask in the sunshine
on a leaf of its choosing or that Trump was locked away for 70 years
in a dank & dismal people's cell?
... all the bees, & all the dainty flying creatures could buzz here & there as was their want or that Mitch 'Gruesome' McConnell was marooned
forever on a distant deserted isle?
... the startling life-form that is coral could take its own sweet time covering rocks & outcrops & undersea crags or that Mike Pence quite suddenly & terminally lost his ability to function in any way whatsoever?
... the soon-to-be starved nomadic people, the soon-to-be flooded
coastal peoples & the soon-to-be parched farmers of India were to be
given direct financial & physical assistance by expropriated & toiling Masters of Industry & sundry media lackeys?
... that the delicate flowers, the tall & mighty trees, the vital green, green grass could just a go on going on, & anyone, anyone at all who ticked that box declaring Climate Change a hoax be pitilessly overseen constructing vital networks of deep, deep canals, oh for the remainder of their natural life?
... Would you rather one less Republican politician or one less soaring
& majestic wind-tumbling vulture?
... Would you rather ...
Categories:
pitilessly, political,
Form:
ABC