Best Pummels Poems
Now this is my definition of love
It's much like wrestling in the mud
You get down and dirty
And say things quite flirty
Then it all comes together with a thud
You scream out bloody murder together
Promise your undying love forever
Roll over and whisper
The name of her sister
Then you realize that wasn't too clever
She pummels your head without any mercy
You attempt to defend 'gainst her fury
You start to see rainbows
And a bunch of pretty halos
A ferocious little dynamo this girlie
Well eventually you recover your senses
And are able to put up some defences
You plant a big smacker
On this sweet li'l attacker
Then it's back to love in the trenches
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
pummels, hilarious,
Form:
Narrative
The storm that is you thunders
slow and brilliant in my heart,
spliting my beliefs into bliss and blunders
tossing the limbs of my love from finished to start,
The hail sows no hate
temperatures taste extreme,
your fast weather pummels my pride's fate
the howl and moan stiffens my body's fleshy slate
with a new font spelling lust in capital sweat and gleam
as the conceit in me enjoys the torrent of your sorrow's date,
You hump me with a dying wish
placing me inside you, gently, romantically, undeniably selfish,
I fall in love with you again for the umpteenth time
and your face never grows old
shows no cold
disappears not in tragedy's confine,
overlapping my overview of life, hot and hellish
the art that is you pounces into view, the rumble I relish,
Wanting me to know what you deserve
breathing into me the smoke of your burning love,
I become love wrecked, quaking from the sting you serve
preserving everything your spirit spits and sings from above -
J.A.B.
Categories:
pummels, love,
Form:
Ballad
as cold sudden rain
pummels our umbrella. . . . .
your long warm kiss
For Deborah Beachboard's Haiku Contest
Categories:
pummels, love, nature,
Form:
Haiku
A storm is brewing inside and out.
Can you hear distant thunder roll?
It mimics the buffeting of his clout,
clouds match the darkness of his soul.
Lightening strikes with its cruel bolts
As quickly as his hand pummels me.
The pain feels like a thousand volts.
From both angry storms I must flee!
Winds start gusting and blowing wild.
His screams match their howling force.
Brewing storms cannot be reconciled.
They leave devastation in their course.
I don't think I can take more vicious storms.
As cold rain washes over my battered face,
it mingles with warm teardrops of my alarm.
I must escape the furies of this raging place.
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April 18th, 2016
A Storm is Brewing
by: Kelly Deschler
Categories:
pummels, fear, storm,
Form:
Rhyme
Three pummels to the chest
abusive words wound the heart
slashes though sutured, never heal
daggers thrown without a second thought
Arrows fly to their target
three aimed to pierce the heart
a struggle that is far beyond measure
what pain do you feel; what tears you apart
What weapons do you use
when you strike a fragile heart
life lies in danger at the hands of men
three strokes of a brush, death is a work of art
Categories:
pummels, death, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh what misery!
The heart-
an indigent and feral beast
kept in lock down
in an inner cage
for my own good
What treachery dwells
within that creature!
It's wiles,
it's devious nature
eludes my control
and entices me
to act on
base instincts...
that leave me
in want of spirit,
disillusioned...
My awakening to
sensual pleasures
enraptures me...
I am left smitten
and imprisoned
to desire
So now...I ask
who is the slave
and who is the master?
The yearning for
carnality overwhelms...
my conscience is
frozen solid...
immobile
with nothing to mediate
debauched desires
I spin into
delirium...
wholly lost in
the unholy
oblivion of reality
I consecrate
my mind,
and I submit
to His will...
however,
I tread on
the edge
of a delicate
imbalance-
Obtuse
to the destruction
that
pummels my will
and dedication
me,
now a willing
participant of
egregious sin
I wallow
in self-pity
Oh, what misery!
Sample for my 8 word challenge contest
John Derek Hamilton
August 14,2019
Categories:
pummels, betrayal, desire, heart, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
The unpredictable yaw of rolling seas,
as in life pummels us from side to side
randomly dictating its capricious ways
lacking logic the tossing grips us and seeks to take our lives
Death, like the ghost of Christmas past,
comes and expresses a tale of coldness and desolation
under the guise of light the dues it extracts from the living
accumulate like wrinkles on our faces the years pile on
The uncertainty of pandemics sends people into despair
mental frenzy engulfs societies
people wring their hands with worry
what happens if I get sick and lose my income?
At night I hear the sound of eighteen wheeler trucks rumbling
On the blacktop toward companies that make copious profits
past the foothills where coyotes cry nature's lament
exacerbating my approach to a precarious and worrisome future
Sometimes, I feel like a watermelon cut in half
exposed to the desert heat slowly drying up
or a taco at Christmas time or a paraplegic in a footrace
exposed in those places where I don’t belong
Leisure time for the working stiff is so elusive
yet now all I’ve got is time and plenty of it,
but there’s no leisure in it only worry
and does not give me needed rest
The yaws of life
seldom deviate from its variant course
but like ships at sea rising and falling in a tempest
our minds proceed at an ambiguous yet dangerous speed
With our hearts frozen in a delirium of past disappointments
they vanish the happy times into the ether of regrets
still we cling to those cherished happy time memories
when Life was more accepting of our youthful indiscretions
Our Ship of Life moves predictably toward an unknown horizon
unsteadily shaking us from side to side, up and down
like loose apples bobbing in an ocean
with our paths uncertain unfolding as we hold on.
Copyright © norberto franco cisneros
Categories:
pummels, life, perspective,
Form:
Didactic
Now this is my definition of love
It's much like wrestling in the mud
You get down and dirty
And say things quite flirty
Then it all comes together with a thud
You scream bloody murder together
Promise your undying love forever
Roll over and whisper
The name of her sister
Then you realize that wasn't too clever
She pummels your head without mercy
You attempt to defend against her fury
You start to see rainbows
And a bunch of pretty halos
A ferocious little dynamo this girlie
Well eventually you recover your senses
And are able to put up some defences
You plant a big smacker
On this sweet li'l attacker
Then it's back to love in the trenches
Categories:
pummels, love,
Form:
Limerick
Waves of nausea crash against my splintering ribcage,
stomach churning, bile burning through esophageal walls.
Choking on paranoia-fueled delirium,
self-inflicted wounds etched upon a fragile psyche,
all while I try to hold on to some semblance of my humanity.
Push and pull, breaking down walls,
then building them back up, reinforced.
Love never came easy in delusion-filled memories,
always hovering at the cusp of fiction,
ready to strike like a coiled python.
Then, like glass, tears would cascade down,
begging for forgiveness.
Paranoia-induced hallucinations gripped my marrow again,
coursing through tainted bloodstreams,
blinding any sense of reason.
So life imitated drug-soaked nightmares
as my security slipped through calloused fingers once more.
While the rain pummels down against abandoned dreams,
I am haunted by you in this empty house.
Nothing but phantoms of the past roam
in the dead of night,
wailing in the deafening silence,
a requiem for my inner demons’ eternal torment.
Categories:
pummels, emotions, heartbreak, imagery, mental
Form:
Free verse
Take away assumption
And let's rule out the guess
Push aside the doctrine
And see what there is left
Strip away emotions
Sentiment and pride
Then maybe we can start to learn
Why Jesus really died
The Good Book simply states
That death is the wage
That sin will surely pay
On our final day
Christ was but a teacher
The best to ever be
If you read His spoken word
It's "That truth", that'll set you free
The world is mostly brainwashed
That path is broad and packed
More concerned about appearance
Instead of how to act
Religions teach obedience
and burdens man will guilt
then pummels him with rules
until his spirit starts to wilt
Love and only love
Is what we are, here to learn
To think like Jesus Christ
In all that we discern
THERE is one that can save you
Just look into a mirror
Then close your eyes a moment
To find him even nearer
Categories:
pummels, bible, inspirational, simple, spiritual,
Form:
The unpredictable yaw of rolling seas,
as in life, pummels us from one side to the other
randomly dictating capricious ways
arbitrarily gripping our lives
Life, like the ghost of Christmas past,
comes at night, tells its tale and is gone
but the dues it extracts keep mounting
like wrinkles on our faces the years pile on
The uncertainty of pandemics sends people into despair
mental frenzy abounds,
they wring their hands and worry
what happens if I get sick and lose my job?
At night I hear the sound of eighteen wheeler trucks rumbling
toward companies that make copious profits
past the foothills where coyotes cry nature's lament
exacerbating my precarious and worrisome future
Sometimes, I feel like a piece of watermelon
exposed to the desert heat slowly drying up
or a taco at Christmas time or a paraplegic in a footrace
exposed in those places where I don’t belong
Leisure time when needed is so elusive
yet now all I’ve got is time and plenty of it,
but there’s no leisure in it only worry
and does not give me needed rest
The yaws of life
seldom deviate from its variant course
but like ships at sea rising and falling in a tempest
they proceed at full speed
Our Ship of Life moves predictably toward an unknown horizon
unsteadily shaking us from side to side, up and down
like loose apples bobbing in an ocean
with our paths of uncertainty unfolding as we hold on
With our hearts frozen in a delirium of past disappointments
they vanish the happy times into the ether of regrets
still we cling to those cherished memories
when Life was more accepting of our youthful indiscretions
maybe, but Life being what it is, we cling to the good feelings experienced
that we come to accept as the ebb and flow of life evolves
and pushes us toward a far horizon
one we shall never know.
Categories:
pummels, happiness, life, remember, truth,
Form:
Free verse
Amaze your mind and stimulate your horizon.
Tonight we forget the real.
We’ll slither through the unknown.
We’ll bite death in the ass.
Then trick our way through the path to hell.
No turning back, we are stuck now.
At night the reason will seize to fall,
And we turn primal, we begin the brawls.
Taking shelter beneath the stones.
A touch that illuminates my soul like chrome.
Vortex inside each mind, crazy colored vortex.
A velvet heart yet suspicious tongue.
Dwindling into the ocean, by our feet we’re hung.
When I combine your colors with my planet
It mimics Picasso and shimmers like granite.
Just like the abnormal extraterrestrial.
I can see the fear and I can smell it.
It’s inside my septum, settling, wallowing.
I feel your eyes graze across.
Enveloping my head.
When will I be cleared of love,
I always thought I was done looking.
Waiting to be arrested, by hook or by crook.
Enter the world of everyday issues,
As still as a valley’s night.
So cripple the weak when they fall short of respect.
For two beings as one promotes chaos.
It begins destruction releasing a seance.
But the man buckles to his knees at their sight.
Not defending their place, failure at the fight.
Disturbia pummels your mentality straight down.
Improvising a brand new land trying not to drown.
Befriending a monster totally incoherent.
Busting through concrete melting the sealant
Forget her pain it causes unhappiness
Flailing into denial.
Categories:
pummels, beautiful, humanity, inspiration, mental
Form:
Free verse
My Bus Journey
Getting on the bus to go into town
Ten passengers standing up, twenty sitting down
The card reader's faulty, won't recognise my bus pass
Youths standing at the bus stop banging on the glass
Unaccompanied children, probably going to gran's
Elderly couple opposite, sitting holding hands
Driver says he's running late and that he can't delay
Gives me no time to find a seat, before he's on his way
Can't find an empty disabled seat, even though I have a stick
Able-bodied people stay sitting in them, looking at me as if I’m thick
I stand in the aisle, swaying back and forth
I'm facing south, though the bus is travelling North
I try to turn to face the front but someone is standing in my way
Weighed down with an overstuffed backpack, that pummels me as I sway
Youths at the back, thinking they're ‘cock of the walk'
With their forbidden e-cigs and their filthy talk
We come to a standstill, young mother gets on, pushchair in her hand
Though there's already two buggies on, and she's going to have to stand
She stands at the front, right in between
The passengers stay put, you know what I mean
At the next stop, I want to get off
But those standing won't budge, they just stand there and scoff
I push my way through to the front of the bus
I get to the driver, I don't make a fuss
The driver says “Sorry, I can't make them move
Good manners are a thing of the past, as this journey did just prove”
Categories:
pummels, people, society,
Form:
Rhyme
Now this is my definition of love
It's much like wrestling in the mud
You get down and dirty
And say things quite flirty
Then it all comes together with a thud
You scream out bloody murder together
Promise your undying love forever
Roll over and whisper
The name of her sister
Then you realize that wasn't too clever
She pummels your head without any mercy
You attempt to defend against her fury
You start to see rainbows
And a bunch of pretty halos
A ferocious little dynamo this girlie
Well eventually you recover your senses
And are able to put up some defences
You plant a big smacker
On this sweet li'l attacker
Then it's back to love in the trenches
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
pummels, fun, passion,
Form:
Limerick
hail pummels my door
autumn gives way to winter ...
path of burnished leaves
penned 26 Oct 2018
contest: haiku or senyru.
Categories:
pummels, seasons,
Form:
Haiku