Best Residue Poems
Sitting in front of the fireplace,
thinking melancholy thoughts ...
brooding, dark contemplate
Lonely heat I feel from the flame,
I hear the fire whispering your name
Memories shimmering in the blazing light;
days of pure happiness, nights of sheer delight
I see your smiling face so clear in the flame
Sparkling is your eyes,
dazzling is your silence
As cold darkness covers the room,
wilted joy never to again bloom
I see our love dying in the flame
Dazzling is your lips,
sparkling is your silence
No words said as you’re leaving ...
Diamond grief hardens me,
and the love we knew turns into ashes
Residue of you remains in my heart
Diamonds don’t melt in the fire,
sapphires don’t burn in the flame
In my heart is branded your name
Ice don’t melt in the fire,
diamonds don’t burn in the flame
My life is now empty carbon ashes
Desires don’t melt in the fire,
sapphires don’t burn in the flame
Residue of you is tears of sad ashes
Ice don’t melt in the fire,
diamonds don’t burn in the flame
Residue of you is ashes in an urn
Diamonds glow in the fire,
sapphires sparkle in the flame
Residue of you is a burnt paper with my name,
Diamonds don’t melt in the fire,
sapphires don’t burn in the flame
Still in my broken heart is mended your name
Diamonds glow in the fire,
sapphires sparkle in the flame
Residue of you is loving ashes fire forgiven
Categories:
residue, emotions, loneliness, lost love,
Form:
Ode
Residue
Wrapped in cellophane and ribbon
mocking burned down evergreens
Screaming at the shadowed walls
as nightmares spurn your toxic dreams
Lurking near the bottles filled with
endless empty molten fears
Dampening the diapers as a
mother cries her countless tears
Broken weave of tattered sleeve behind the darkness to believe
That midnight forms what we conceive in moments cast to only grieve
We’ll go dancing nightly
in the attic
while the moon is rising
in the sky
If I’m too drunk tell me,
I’m so scared your little
head will come off
in my hands
What the heck did you expect for just a speck, a tiny fleck
Now hit the deck you wretched wreck as long ago we did suspect
Counting money residue on
blackened smoldered fingernails
As billion dollar babies sing
in toothless whining rancid wails
Toddlers of the devil’s creed wear
shiny plastic floating eyes
Now staring at you while you sleep
these monsters gather in disguise
This poem was inspired by one of my favorite songs,
Alice Cooper’s “Billion Dollar Babies”
The italicized lines are lyrics from that song. Here is a link to the song: https://youtu.be/6sD8sO0B97I
And in case you didn’t know, the other voice you’ll hear singing on the song is Donovan (Mellow Yellow)
Categories:
residue, horror, imagination, money, music,
Form:
Rhyme
Stymied synergistic stoolcumers synchronized
of gifted glib galb garbage run of mouth
nicotine rings of one night
no promise quickly spilled
ever taxed gestured pocket
pool. tandem coulpling random
access eye spew askances for a
tainted night glow. Weak whitewine
whispers office yupslugs curtaling on a
Friday nnite feeding rampage
cock'll doodle do ya, hopefully, fixed
******l trans plant stilted blue
libidious carneverous ego ectascies
exaggerate trip the gonad fantasy fantastic
click, click, click, scrape,
click females ina crowd leave ina crowd
***** puffers everywhere cancer
croonies suck lips with sunken jaw
jumping jill frenzy paste posted tooth
smiles--only gum grin where prohibited
white collar/blue collar share a
once beer of sorts, while linley smoke
figures haunt backwards in a sitdown dismal
denial comedy for the no show waitresses
geese gatheing empty of poignant personality
through bar riers of in-finite age range ripe
rituals for meta phor women to the restroom!
The plot hair thickens. my lungs hurt from watchexisting
Blue suit sancturary slugs offer office onslaughts through
oppulent openings via perservance in a temperate tampon
express meal head long into a pubic partisian oblivion?
True bar tintilation touting tempting tidbits of tumultious
temptations tilting time, tantilizing tremors, tracking
tricks of professional preference and sexosocial sinny
secular satisfaction. Gomer Pyle just pissed by.
Judy, Judy, Judy. Poor Judy.
occular preferences occlude
Categories:
residue, change, character, culture, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
The innocuous white powder;
those dusty crumbs,
sniffed off distorted, glass mirrors
reflect images not his own.
Straight up or cut down,
it shames the weak
and weakens the poor.
Cracked up or cranked out,
oozing from a crusty nose,
dripping from his blank stare,
in eyes too blind to see that this
is the residue of his LIFE;
leftovers from the best parts of him;
refuse, ruins, pieces and particles that
can't
be blown away!
Categories:
residue, son
Form:
Free verse
56 years.
Now he lives on the 8th floor,
she lives on the sixth.
2 floors,
two buttons,
and 20 feet away.
He travels
by cane.
Relieved
they don't make those things
out of saw-dust,
she lives
2 buttons,
two floors,
and 20 feet away.
Too much momentum
to spin her attempts,
he waits for her guide downstairs.
Paces in front of the window each day,
and when she makes her move,
he hurries down
-well, he tries-
so she won’t assemble outside,
unaccompanied.
Always wondered what they talked about,
perhaps the loss of their only daughter
thirty years ago.
perhaps not.
That other day
she sat alone,
and I thought
... he may have just had taken a nap...
and as she rested there waiting,
she joined him,
in the only way she could.
Categories:
residue, caregiving, death, devotion, friendship,
Form:
Limerick
"Whip 'em into line!",
an old phrase but still
sometimes heard.
In my lifetime,
usually applied to
recalcitrant children,
but in these politically correct times,
used less and less.
But, I think often times
still thought.
I remember how easily
it was once said
and wonder at the brutality
it implies and still does,
this residue of slavery.
How long it takes,
for history,
to relieve ourselves
of our burdens,
yet wonder at our violence.
It is always there lurking in our
rhetoric
Categories:
residue, language,
Form:
Free verse
Swamped up to my throat,
retching on passion’s residue-
Every last drop spent.
Categories:
residue, passion,
Form:
Haiku
stains of emotional residue
stains of emotional residue....
remains hidden in the aftermath of the emotionaly laden war
buried within the emotional graveyard
stains of emotional residue....
negatively charged explosions
go off within the battlefield of the mind
stains of emotional residue....
never able to cleanse the soul
of the residual feelings that linger
after all these years
stains of emotional residue....
no amount of closure obtained
could ever wash away the pain of
losing your love
the pain will always remain
within my heart as
stains of emotional residue....
Categories:
residue, absence,
Form:
Lyric
4/21/17
All humans made of bones and flesh it's true
Whether you do or don't have your whole life ahead of you
There's always going to be a test or two
During any treks we do
The sky ocasionally red and blue
At certain dates bills and rent is due
Objects straighter than an arrow or bent and skewed
Daily some using pharmaceutical meds and booze
And others that never do
Might've been at one point a friend to you
And now may be as good as dead to you
Better watch out before I pull off some tekken moves
With these lethal weapons you lose
By yourself or with a retinue
Focus on your own revenue
Work hard and eliminate any ineptitude
Among particles, debris and any residue
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
residue, poetry, rap, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
as dawn draws nigh~yesterday's residue,
linger on the fingertips
in twilight hour~ one graspes, for something
that can't be held, father time
12-31-19
Contest: Ku Duet
Sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
residue, time,
Form:
Monoku
They're leftovers -
laughter from the good times,
tears from the heartbreaks,
warm cuddlings to soothe the soul,
tight clingy embraces from the many goodbyes,
the soft gentle gurglings of newborn life,
uncontainable joy of two bonding into one,
the pleasures, treasures, measured
in a lifetime of memories,
life's unforgettable, impregnated, residue.
Categories:
residue, age, life,
Form:
Free verse
Ignorance
Is all that's left, all that's left
Resilience
Should be what is left, what is left
A break through
These decisions can't be made without you
And these still framed minds
Only see in one direction
Tear down the walls
Leave nothing behind
Just tear it all down
These pictures and paintings have already faded
And you want to start it all over
Reluctance
Is all that's left, all that's left
Readiness
Should be what is left, what is left
A sentence
Is carried out only if you're guilty
And these still framed minds
Only see in one direction
Residue on the walls
Leave nothing behind
Just tear it all down
Categories:
residue, angst, confusion, introspection, sad,
Form:
Residue of tears..
Tear stained cheeks..
Moistened by its residue
Swollen eyes with irritation..
Saddened by circumstances ..
The daggers that have been thrust upon one's life..
Painfully stricken like a plague ..
Residue of tears..
Tears flowing and cascading like a roaring waterfall..
Roaring waterfalls of sorrow..
A deepened sorrow empty and hollow..
Solidarity non existent..
Had dug a deep, dark, hole in a lonely cave..
A empty cave of which is hollow..
Sorrowful and isolated
Pointed daggers in the direction of isolation..
Darkness had erupted..
Desperately seeking the polar opposite..
Had taken a glimpse of light..
There was a beacon of light..
A brightness of hope..
Then there was a light at the end of the deep, dark and lonely cave..
A bright and beautiful beacon of light..
Categories:
residue, cry, hope, life, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
Lost in the stuff that dreams are made of
Floating on tails of whales
Tasting the sunrise without approbation
Sleeping in crumpled up sails
Losing my voice in the heat of a song
Lighting the stars with my candle
Piercing the poppy's delicate paper
Earrings too dainty to handle
Diving to depths with the cavern's unrest
Breathing in water for air
Shards of the sunlight pin prick my feet
like padded fins pruny and bare
Tumbled and tossing in moments engrossing
Lost in a brief afterthought
in the sweet lucid seconds between night and day
when my dream residues are still caught...
Categories:
residue, imagination, introspection, life, love,
Form:
A little taste of my darkest fear,
it could happen now or tomorrow;
Beware of what speculations come;
You trusted this day would never come;
Believing it to be a fictitious fear,
just think about all of this tomorrow;
So much easier to handle tomorrow,
without a worry of what will come;
Nothing remains but the residue of fear;
I fear tomorrow, for I know what’s to come.
Categories:
residue, emotions, fear, feelings, humanity,
Form:
Tritina