Best Pits Poems
Inside scrapings of darkness
how restless and doomed,
the bellow crashing in like
an agonized moon;
the tunnel hears blood whooshing
in pits full of rain,
hurling damn imaginings
of her fetus’ pain,
wails rip through the stained window
and grinds near right lung,
heart reeks for a babe frozen
knowing breath is gone;
if I could pluck her memories
from uterine wall,
to touch sun’s glint christening
new eyes on dawn’s call.
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*Sadly,research estimates that approximately 1 in 4
pregnancies end in miscarriage; and most women
experience a grief period during such occurrences.
For Susan's If These Walls Could Talk Contest
Categories:
pits, angst,
Form:
Personification
My father had a passion to swim in the open sea
He used to shout, come on,” *Babu, will teach you”.
But never had the courage to respect his calls due.
While I sat on the sand watching his swimming glee.
One day he caught me and threw me in the water
Splashing hands here and there I learnt it sooner
Happy inheriting that passion of my father forever
Those were the days of the Second World War.
A Japanese ship was into the Arabian sea anchored
We had a bet to swim up to the ship, touched duly
And came back to the shore with the tide safely.
I learnt a lesson to swim against the tide undeterred.
Taking part in a speech competition extempore
Narrating the experience of the successful swimming
Got addicted to the passion of theatrics unknowing.
My first stage appearance shedding the stage fear
Head and foot engrossed in the activities of the theatre.
In Paris’s National Theatre my old passion was fulfilled
After 40 years, in1989, dramatized, acted and directed
“La Tartuffe” of Moliere called France’s Shakespeare.
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*****I have placed some pictures related to the poem on my blog******
(It is written in Rhyme, enclosed rhyme and Quatrains)
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* Babu is my nickname. At present I am living in Windsor, Canada with my daughter
Luna who has named her son BABU after me. I asked Babu let us go swimming
and I will teach you swimming. But he said he already knows swimming.
That has inspired me to write this poem for Babu.
Categories:
pits, passion, father, me, father,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
anxiety, care, corruption, creation, destiny, environment, rainforest,
CHERRY-PITS AND FOGGY AIR©
Miseries mount on high
If only I had that again
Too little too late too much
Life’s no bowl of cherries
And the rain fell hard today!
Skies sheathed in dust and smog
Pollutes the once green terrain below
The ‘fresh’ air demotes to shallower breaths
Intakes ‘tanked’ to partings of out rage
The taste of ‘bottled’ flavoured water rises
The ‘breaths’ of air when bottled will increase
And next it will be one costly ‘purification’ deed
For those left and known to mankind.
Categories:
pits, anxiety, care, corruption, creation,
Form:
Verse
There once was a lady named Terry
Who's favourite fruit was a cherry
Till one day she bit
Down hard on a pit
Screamed bloody murder, this Terry!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
pits, humor,
Form:
Limerick
It started when I was young.
I chose to take a walk on the wild side.
I drove my parents insane with my deeds.
I pushed everything good away.
I was bad, evil to the core.
Lying, stealing and cheating were all I knew.
Then the drugs and sex overtook me.
Riding on the slippery slope to Hell.
Satan had my heart, mind, body and soul.
He wouldn’t let me go.
I didn’t want him to.
I wanted my life of misery.
It was good to me.
I fell hard into his snare.
I really felt that was where I belonged.
It was a place to call home.
All my friends egged me on.
As I played games with the Devil.
I drew closer and closer to him.
Through Tarot and the Occult.
Witchcraft, casting spells.
It was so intense.
I never wanted my ride to end.
I was on top of the world.
Living in the fiery pits of Hell.
He reached down to where I was.
He took my hand and pulled me out of the muck.
He saved me.
Showed me a new way of life.
No more lying, stealing or cheating.
The need for drugs was gone.
I was taught how sex could be beautiful and pure.
I was free of Satan’s grasp.
He no longer had control over me.
My heart, mind, body and soul now belong to another.
He loves me.
In spite of the terrible things I’ve done, he really loves me.
He’s forgiven me.
Can you believe that?
Sent His Son to die for ME!
It was on a cross on a hill far away.
The Father couldn’t even watch as His Son paid the price for me.
All for Me!
Now my sins are all forgiven.
The Devil’s hold on me broken.
I am free!
Free to have faith, to hope and to love.
The best news of all is that the Son is coming back for me!
Right now, this very second, He’s working on my place.
My glorious home in Heaven!
Categories:
pits, faith, forgiveness, hope, recovery
Form:
Free verse
People often say now I understand
When they hear that I'm from Paree
Not Gay Paree silly, but redneck
In the heart of Tennessee
I am the newest style of hairdressers
Here to lay out all the facts
I no longer work on the tops of heads
But straight out of the pits
It all happened when I got bored
With the every day to day
Trimming of the head left me feeling dead
That's when it hit me..."Underarm Braid"
That right there was my life saver
That right there was my turn around
If it didn't make me world famous
At least it did on this side of town
Now people come from as far as Nashville
To have their underarms done
I even gave a left and right pit Mohawk
To the Governor's daughter and son
What? Did you think I only braided?
There's so much more that I can do
Just ask the Punk Rock Chick's that wait in line
To have their armpits colored blue
My older clientele have let there hair grow out
Since it is they learned
I'm now specializing in for both women and men
Their favorite sets and perms
So feel the freedom of the pits
That hippie chicks have long since known
Here at Michael's Salon Of Pits
We'll do something special with that growth
Categories:
pits, funny, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Our story takes place in the mid sixteen hundreds,
Filled with (not so) fresh corpses and newly beloveds.
The stench of Black Death had choked all of London,
Moulding its streets into plague ridden dungeons.
As parents and children lay weeping and rotting,
Behind closed doors the perverts were plotting.
A young married man named Edward C. Brock
Felt his dear wife wasn't enough for his
Cocksure and creepy and lacking real wealth,
He'd also just recently suffered ill health.
On one sordid night he was in bed with a maid,
She was unconscious and blotchy - been struck with the plague.
Then in burst his wife upset and aggrieved,
'You wretched little man - this time I shall leave!'
'But, darling!', he cried 'There's no need to be laconic!'
'Her relationship with me is purely bubonic!'
She screamed and stormed out, slamming the door,
'Good riddance to you and your riddled young *****!'
Edward turned to the maid and stared into her eyes,
smirking and twitching as he fondled her thighs...
'How come you're so wet yet so steady and calm?
Oh wait, I know - its burst boils on my palm'
Nevertheless he wiped the foam from her lips,
Ran a hand up her top and wrestled his zip.
'What the dickens!?', he spluttered, 'I'm sorry my nymph,
It seems all this commotion has made me go lymph.'
But a short while later,
Both were quite stiff.
For a bed with no action
There was one hell of a niff.
The bells won’t be ringing for their wedding of glitz,
They’ll be signalling to them that love is the pits.
Categories:
pits, death, funny, loss, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Poet's Dream, Lover's Lament, Loss Echoes Into Dark Pits
Poet's dream, lover's lament and loss echoes into dark pits
life assaults us with its darkest, shocking hits.
Sadness hangs its tentacles into our longest held desires
shooting burning embers out of devastating fires.
Upon the highest mountains we climb just to see our souls
fate delivers deep misery written in its rolls.
As we counter with our sincere prayers and desperate cries
love so often burns up and then quickly dies.
When we settle into those sweet valleys so far down below
beg for fair weather, a blizzard brings its snow.
Storms race in delivering sunken ships on a storming sea
pains grows like leaves on huge spreading oak tree.
And if ever we find a shining cloud we hope saves our love
we soon see hail blasting down from darkness above.
Bleak future begins to invade our lives and sweetest dreams
only bad luck embraces us or so it always seems.
Poet's dream, lover's lament, loss echoes into dark pits
life assaults us with its darkest, shocking hits.
Sadness hangs its tentacles into our longest held desires
shooting burning embers out of devastating fires.
Robert J. Lindley, 02-11-2015
Another poem from my private journal...
Categories:
pits, dance, judgement, symbolism, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
There once was a lady named Terry
Who's favourite fruit was a cherry
Till one day she bit
Down hard on a pit
Screamed bloody murder, quite scary!
Categories:
pits, silly,
Form:
Limerick
You dig
pit
after
pit
after
pit.
Then wonder why nobody comes around.
The few that tiptoe into your eggshell world
are only there to use you...
In greener years you were just another cutter
graduating to just another pit digger...
Blood or not, I'll not dance in your self-inflicted pits..
I'll just sidestep the "hole" mess and say happy digging.
Categories:
pits, life,
Form:
Free verse
When
we have
had enough,
and can take no
more-
at
this point
stop digging-
invite Jesus
in.
See more @ Rev 3:20/21
Categories:
pits, depression, faith, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Lanterne
All Peaches Have Pits
By: Tom 8-12-2019
Haiku
Life is like a peach,
Sometimes its warm and fuzzy.
But some days, the pits.
Categories:
pits, food, fruit, life,
Form:
Haiku
I'm stuck in a hole and cannot shout
To ask for help to get me out
Out of this hole of deep despair
I feel no pressure while I'm stuck in there
I feel a peace when I am on my own
My thoughts belong to me alone
The walls surround me like a glove
The hole does not allow thoughts of hate or love
Trying not to think at all
In the darkness of this pitch-black wall
I think that in this hole I'll stay
Until all troubles fade away
Categories:
pits, 10th grade,
Form:
Couplet
The outer expression of hatred comes from the depth of my past,
Eating the love shown and shined on me and captured by the pitiful memories,
Each day is mourned, never healing but pressing out the brokenness,
In the pit of my hate, the encapsulated heart beats to the uneven beat.
No one can began to imagine the pain bestowed upon me,
How my life was rushed to a standstill before the time needed,
Childhood stolen by the silent truth of this world's reality,
Never to be received nor seen again.
Categories:
pits, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Far beneath the sands of guilt
A new relationship is built
So sorry for the pain you feel
You'll never know my love is real
My heart I'd rip out of my chest
Thinking it would be for the best
So tiny and small they made me feel
Their hatred of me is so unreal
Never forgiven & never ok
Hating my feelings
For all that I say
My feelings, I don't
Know how to deal
Help me Please
My life is unreal
Categories:
pits, depressionme, me,
Form: