Best Profile Poems
“If you cannot be yourself, do not take away the identity of another.” -D.J.E.
Why do you return in another form,
Another residual voice?
Did you forget the palpable scar you left
Through your romantic coercions?
We believed you.
We trusted you.
We even kind of liked you.
You knew this,
You cherished this.
Yet, with enamoring backhands
You crossed the boundary of someone else's heart
While you forgot to rediscover
Your own independent territory
All in the name of co-dependent epiphanies.
Blame the shameful animosities around you
As you hide behind atmospheric rainbows
And tectonic miseries
You reach for the loins of those in disdain
As your smile falsely proclaims
That it will stop their rain
Your stalker’s reign,
The only truth behind your crooked swagger
Verbally, your conjugated kiss could never complete my sentences…
…for I’ve already been sentenced to a lifetime of paradoxical complexities.
And no matter how many profile pics you lay claim to,
You malicious self-worth will always be defaulted.
©D.J.E. – July 5th, 2018
We deny
Yet we cannot comply
We try to lie
But we cannot deny
Something is wrong with our daily lives.
Every hour someone cries.
Every minute someone dies.
Me,
Myself
And
I;
We decide to hide,
And
Also
We deny.
That life could be such a treacherous ride...
DENIAL
2001-
Re-written and submitted on 7/27/16, for PoetrySoup Poetry Contest:
DENIAL
Deception In Soup Creek
There once was a town called Soup Creek amiable and quaint
Filled with all these characters, a perfect picture they'd paint
It was founded to protect the innocent
Where one was welcome to come visit
A bold western saga exquisite
A Mayor, a Sheriff, a saloon proprietor
A bar owner, also a realtor
What comes next you can’t make it up, is true
A charlatan Sheriff who already knew
The saloon owner was a phony too
This is the tale what we thought a young fem,
Claimed she was being stalked by men
who used different user names
All the while she was doing the same
Many here feel used by her deception
Manipulated for her own protection
Even I was dragged in
To keep the adventure going
I was a bit overzealous
Got a vibe she was jealous
Cause I added a twist
And then there’s this…
Whose face is it?
Someone off the internet
Identity theft is what I saw
Or is madam above the law
I uncovered a foul devious charade
Just ego and hubris on parade
Meanwhile she had
Told a few folks who also were played
Madam’s her old self, and is back
With fists ready to attack
Writing about the value of friends
Pshaw, a victim again, it never ends
I don’t have the time for this
I’ll give it to you quick, Ma`am, Miss
What were you thinking, is it mental illness?
Tell the saloon owner, who invites us in for a drink
What in heavens name would Milton think?
I know I should move on gracefully
But it just didn't settle right with me
If lies and deception are your lot
At least you can try better not to get caught
we were alone
but I could not squeeze
the trigger that was needed
to place her in my arms
knowing those of great passion
would have done it
in the time it takes to breathe
with isolated footprints
shrouding the sidewalk
a moment that clings like fly paper
the infatuated teen I sorely became
still, I cherished the view
I smiled as she drew
nearer to my front door
alas, it was only
a vertical dream
above the waist
in black, in white
with me waking
moments before
the kissing scene
I was sitting at my computer
All intelligent and nonchalant
When a personality profile test popped up
In the most interesting of fonts
I decided this might be fun
So I clicked onto the site
And right away started answering questions
On what I did and didn't like
As soon as the test was over
With my feet planted firmly on the floor
I hit the button enter
There was immediately a knock upon the door
What appeared to be three business men
All in matching suits and ties
With darkened sunglasses all around
Like Hollywood Movie Stars in disguise
Before I knew what was happening
They threw a hood over my head
And carted me off without the slightest word
Not a single Howdy-Do was said
My new found friends threw me into the trunk
Of a waiting limousine
Where just as quickly as they arrived
We all left the scene
We came to a run down abandoned Army base
In the middle of the desert
I had the feeling that what it was that was to come
Most certainly wouldn't be pleasant
They set me in the middle of a room
As men circled all around
I knew this had to do with the test
And wondered at it was they found
When in walked "The Bossarooni"
And said don't worry son we're not here to mistreat cha
We're just curious as to why
You like anchovies instead of pepperoni on your pizza
I need to tell you all about my profile picture In the profile picture is my beautiful wife and I.
My wife has been my rock it may look like she's leaning on me but I'm leaning on her,
She is a wonderful and unselfish woman,
She is always there when I need.
She is the perfect example what a woman and a wife should be.
She is always been there when I've been down and out.
She is always there to listen.
She always puts her hand out when I need it.
God blessed me when he put her in the my life.
I love her so much.
To my wife, Thank you for being there for me when I need you
Sunset dips from a bay’s view
Its pulp so tangerine clear--
Releasing a minty froth.
As her crown bleeds on water
I watch a hazy profile--
A faded memory now
Tearing my chilling nightfall.
Created by Banjo Casto Nov 12 2014
Silhouette A Heptagonet
nette onclaud's Contest
Profile Of A Killer
By H
A secret is a silent stalker
It follows in the shadows; unseen
Patiently waiting, biding its time
Keeping that which had been
A secret is a breathless whisper
Sideways glances; a rustle if leaves
It creeps ever closer, and closer still
Yet It's presence no-one believes
A secret is a rolling thunder
A sonic boom over hearts and hills
Its weapon is truth, for so long sheathed
But it's intent is none the less to kill
A secret is a remorseless killer
Its solitary purpose is to bring to light
That which we we seek dearest to hide
But secrets kill, try as we might
-End-
So cosy when from the comfort of your bed
You slipped a picture into my head
And teased the longing of my heart.
Strange, for there is nothing now to see
That's lewd, or even naked like the moon
Covered with jasmines so I may swoon
She comes each litany of night
Through the trees and dripping wet
Ravishing the solace of my sight
She spread her legs on my window awhile
Her bright nothingness, soft and mild
Seducing the ache and hunger of my tongue
To whisper words and lick dry her songs
From the globe of her aromatic breast
To that place where the crimson apple rest
And when the curtains like a veil blows
Like a veil of clouds fall away in a heap
What joyous proportions her body shows
In a heap of light cuddled upon the floor
Daring my silence in stillness to explore
Soft contours only the soul can touch
Once in stillness on my bed she lay
Framed in the milky legends of the past
And O what constant spell upon my hell she casts
Time then was too short to know it all
Too short to spend my love's treasures store
The seasons change, the tides rise and fall
The beauty of the skin is so superficial
What it tells us is only external
While it blinds our eyes from the honey core
Beauty strips us, and make our passions whores
To the little brevity that time peels
Love is beyond what our humanity feels
I would know more of the moon tonight
And ease the longing of my heart
But here another picture eclipses her light.
I wish I could have
been your friend, but you were just
a Goodreads profile.
Being brought up in the country
living in a farm cottage so white
an only child adopted as one
many memories always in my sight
Always had animals around
also, garden hut with many a hen
my job was collecting eggs
such greenery makes it a certain ten
Across from our house a swing park
where I learned to soar into the sky
also a chestnut tree grew nearby
in its season fell from up high
The river Irvine flowed at our back
often walked alongside its shore
then threw a stone to make a ripple
imagine the sound being a mighty roar
Sat on the front step quite a lot
especially when its summertime
so good looking back on these days
makes me ponder on life full of rhyme
(Just thinking of my new profile pic, which is of our house where I was brought up in my school and teenage days, brings back many memories of life at that time.)
I am a lucky guy.
Many splendid reasons to sigh.
I am, in my early sixties.
Am not sexy, as it sounds.
Weigh 62 kgs. (137 lbs).
My waist 35" (289 cm)
My name is not followed,
by any credentials.
Just a high school,
Dropout.
Trust me.
My experience,
Has groomed my life.
I have enough hair on my head.
My barber is getting his bread.
My hair is almost totally grey.
My chest is more like breast.
Envy of any twelve year old lass.
Sorry to be so disgusting.
They want me,
to give them my brief?
How can I expose myself....?
I was just kidding.....!!?
I like to provoke?
Its a serious matter.
Poems after all,
are expressions.
I am Ex. Marine Radio Officer/Purser.
I sailed most of the seas.
Landed in various ports.
Made many friends ashore (F/M),
Have a vast experience.
In Humane behaviour.
I retired from Sea, years ago.
It was very sentimental for me.
I loved her so, for 18 years,
She was so faithful to me,
I had to sacrifice my love,
because back home (India),
I started a business,
Which was messed up.
It took me me years to,
Unwind from the mess.
Now I just relaxing.
I started to write,
just two months ago.
I did not know, I could...?
I am on line, posting,
Just seven days ago.
Cont.....2/2
I would always doodle.
Short poems, but nerver,
Shared them with others.
And I never liked writing,
On a piece of paper.
It was easy because,
of the smart phone.
That was gifted to me,
Few months ago.
And the encouragement,
I received from a friend.
Who having seen my poems,
Insisted I share/post them.
I am really surprised?
that doodling of my mind.
Receives such reviews!
Thanks you guy's.
We'll keep in touch,
through this miracle,
of electronic medium.
Until next time, when you
Provoke my mood.
I will be there to cast my expression.
So that, entrapment of words and feelings.
Are amalgamated in the Mind.
Take care, have a wonderful,
"POETIC EXPRESSION" filled,
meaningful life.
"POERTY is a discovery,
of TREASURE, from the ruins,
of a dilapidated MONUMENTAL,
structure".
"CALLED LIFE".
I went to go on Facebook and comment,
account removed, inappropriate content,
I asked others if they could look up my name,
I wasn't found, oh well, Facebook is so lame.
I went to open up messenger to send a message,
only to discover a login blockage,
I asked others if they could look up my name,
I wasn't found, oh well, I don't think I'll bother again.
I once went on Poetrysoup and tried to login,
but my account was one they were blocking,
I sent an E-mail to ask why I couldn't,
they told me I was displaying things I shouldn't.
So I'm loyal to only YouTube now and I'm off to listen,
it's the only account of mine that hasn't gone missing,
I blissfully believe that none of this is me,
though the common denominator is there to see.
I went into school one day to find I was suspended,
it was a short day, I was happy it ended,
the same thing happened when I worked at the Hilton,
when after a meeting they told me to jog on.
Do you think I care that I'm not wanted,
I'm not the one that's disappointed.
It's just me and I do what I do,
and I do what I do because I'm not like you.
I'll probably never change, I haven't so far,
so to Facebook and Messenger, sara, sara.
The Profile
From whence came that strange man with a great ability
to read a person’s background, their habits and their traits?
He seemed so other-worldly with his proficiency
to guess people’s reactions and ultimately their fates.
Though great at what he did, amoral was that man.
He’d help Moon Knight, but other times did not,
like the time when hired by Daredevil,
assisted by an Avatar, with Moon Knight, he then fought.
From whence came this strange character so mutant-like?
Although he had great power, one flaw had he!
Yes, he could read all humans’ minds
and minds of heroes powered by technology.
However, if a hero’s powers were as if “God-given,”
like those of supernatural Moon Knight.
When such heroes were in costume, then the Profile
could not “read” them and he was filled with fright!
Dec. 11, 2022 for the Moon Knight Friend Or Foe 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori