Best Retched Poems
He listened for them in the wood
as daylight blossomed, poised to prowl
For breakfast, breast meat sounded good
and Cat could feel his stomach growl
Soon, struck by a cacophany
of cheeps and chirps, of coos and caws,
Cat snuck up on them, tree by tree
and hushed each cluck with teeth and claws
They paid no mind, so were plucked clean
from every nook where they would sing
but had they looked, they might have seen
him right behind them and took wing!
When Cat had eaten every bird,
he retched a ball of beaks and feet,
spat out one final bone and purred,
outstretched atop the spongey peet...
Categories:
retched, bird, cat, humorous, tree,
Form:
Rhyme
The flood of human remains plummeting downwards. Horizon blackened, jolted from the sky. Towering waves of obscure aftermath swarm to the heavens. With a slight endeavor, kingdoms turn to squander.
Ravaging paths meet and become hordes of ailment. God’s hand has erected the retched bowels of man’s mass burials.
An avalanche of skulls,
Rain down the exhumed past of lost ancestry. Prophecies fulfilled to our graves of dispersed dead.
Categories:
retched, art, death, evil,
Form:
Acrostic
Howling winds flung me into the sea
waves lashed kelp ropes around me
my belligerence grew when I was seized
anger brewed the tighter they squeezed
With fists raised and teeth clenched
I resisted the harder they wrenched
voice rang out in acrimonious scream
my face contorted, wild eyes agleam
spittle dribbled from cracked lips
I neared the verge of sanity's eclipse
Man is but an elfin grain of sand
a mortal never has the upper hand
when wrangling with a sea of thunder
I was punished and plowed asunder
beneath coral reefs to ocean's floor
I cursed until I could no more
My swearing wails echoed my destiny
retched was my body from an angry sea
briny foam spit me on the rocky shore
done with me like an oft beaten whore
My crime was that I'd chosen wrong
the one I loved became my swan song
Piercing needles of torrential rain
burning injections increased the pain
Such bitter tea the cruel sea can steep
and I, a crumpet, tossed in restless sleep
Categories:
retched, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
Howling winds flung me into the sea
waves lashed kelp ropes around me
my belligerence grew when I was seized
anger brewed the tighter they squeezed
With fists raised and teeth clenched
I resisted the harder they wrenched
voice rang out in acrimonious scream
my face contorted, wild eyes agleam
spittle dribbled from cracked lips
I neared the verge of sanity's eclipse
Man is but an elfin grain of sand
a mortal never has the upper hand
when wrangling with a sea of thunder
I was punished and plowed asunder
beneath coral reefs to ocean's floor
I cursed until I could no more
My swearing wails echoed my destiny
retched was my body from an angry sea
briny foam spit me on the rocky shore
done with me like an oft beaten whore
My crime was that I'd chosen wrong
the one I loved became my swan song
Piercing needles of torrential rain
burning injections increased the pain
such bitter tea, the cruel sea can steep
I, a crumpet, tossed in restless sleep
Categories:
retched, destiny, sorrow,
Form:
Rhyme
Time and time again,
broken heart and shattered dreams.
My eyes start to close and,
I hear all the retched screams.
I see the twisted faces,
the hatred they hold inside.
The eyes as red as blood,
all the anger they can't hide.
The sound of the screams turns my blood,
curdled like sour milk.
The faces fall away,
drifting like a scarf of silk.
I open my eyes once more
to find it was all in my head.
These memories they torture me,
they make feel...... dead.
Categories:
retched, abuse, betrayal, childhood, conflict,
Form:
Acrostic
It was her kitchen, her family, and my newly-married man, and I aimed to please her by properly being fed.
With a smile and a swish, “We have butterscotch pudding pie for dessert!” My brand spanking new mother-in-law said.
Her excitement had no knowledge of the instant memory of horribleness that leaped instantly to my own quickly confused head.
I tried to take an invisible pretend bite while the family all watched, eagerly waiting but my traitorous mouth played dead.
Tears filled my eyes, as I was unnaturally smothered with the sad, angry hurt of my long-ago favorite butterscotch pie.
The feelings came so damned fast, I could not stop them at all or even slow them down, and they surrounded me, and made me cry.
When I was eleven, my family of origin was in the kitchen, laughing, and playing, and goofing around.
When the phone rang, I was asked to get it, because it was wire-attached to the wall, and I was the closest to the retched sound.
I had never heard my mother wail or keen until that day, certainly never heard her yell, “DICK!” or fall without any game to play.
Our big Dad jumped up faster than we had ever seen, grabbed rag-doll Mom before she hit the kitchen counter in a not so great way.
We all turned pure white, which was odd because we were usually pink. Fascinated, yet, hungry, I took my first bite, and heard the words “Mom is dead, and Dad’s dead too.”
We kids started shaking, sad and scared. Grandma and Grandpa were our king and queen. When things calmed down in a second or two that damned butterscotch pie tasted like glue.
Everyone wailed wild-eyed, faces red. The cousins came, and we huddled together and cried and screamed how great it was sob, sob, that they both went to heaven.
Yes, I know that was many years ago but when my feelings took my body over loud and clear, they clamped my mouth tightly shut, because I was back to 11.
Categories:
retched, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
O POVERTY!
You who paid a courtesy call to that peacefull affluence home
With a diamond portfolio
And at your departure enquiry unveiled it a Pandora's box
That the son turned rebel against the father
And the daughter hearken no more to mother's rebuke
O poverty!
You, who dragged that man of irrationality to the court of nature,
And there in gave him an ignoble defeat.
O poverty!
You apprehended that woman of extravagancy tortured her
And taught her the lesson of frugality
O poverty!
Your fruit is sour, insipid and intoxicating.
The man who live by it for long jeopardizes his span
O poverty!
He who accommodates you accommodates sorrow
He who embraces you beckons doom
O poverty!
You, who vandalize a whole land without a nuclear explosion
And pour water of tears onto that healthy face
Having robed off her hope.
O poverty!
You silenced that wise retched man in the gathering of the intellectual
And gave that rich fool the privilege of giberish.
O poverty!
You, who strikes your victim with a sword of broken heart,
The one who compete a path with you mocks his life
For no offence in calling you one of the sibblings of death.
Categories:
retched, philosophy,
Form:
It comes back to me in solemnity,
and I wistfully wish it wouldn't.
A willful case of killing it was—
a hunter doing what he shouldn't.
Father had taken me deer hunting,
thinking to make a man of a boy.
I prayed we wouldn't see a deer.
and we didn't—not one—such joy!
Daylight was dimming to dusk
when he said our hunt had ended.
We started down a rocky trail,
and at a turn—we froze, suspended.
A hunter was positioned to shoot,
crouched, rifle cradled with skill.
Target? A shiny-eyed rabbit
happily nibbling a leafy meal.
"Oh, don't," I felt to cry out,
but then a c-r-a-c-k cricked the air.
The place where the rabbit had been
was as if nothing were ever there.
"He missed," my glad heart sang;
"the rabbit's alive and is all right."
But the hunter's face was fulsome
with a beastly, loathsome blight.
As we came by the spot, I retched,
the brush was garnished with gore.
Father's silence tracked the truth;
we wouldn't go hunting any more.
How to conceive of such blood thirst—
wanton killing as an act of gladness.
I trust, however, for those so cursed
civility will supercede such madness.
Categories:
retched, 12th grade, animal, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
braising thoughts arose as my lifeless
body huddled in a fetal position i' d completed
thirty hail mary's an yet my macerated flesh
lay still as the sun began
to settle embedding itself almost oh how vain i was
thinking merely of beauty
my beauty taken in an instant on impact
how selfish i was addressing the father how dare you
why this isn't living an yet you promised
i shall die and live i doted on you believing every word
like a faithful child twitching kicking the paramedics
oh what a bad patient scolding the rescue workers
for saving my retched life
do they not see the father in view are they blinded
by the light the sullen hue
that consumed my being torn flesh from my face
ah in my lowliness my wisdom edified
as st anthony strolls by in a distant glare mending me
this sereme endeavor captured
my solace for peace although there was no peace
in my living i'd wandered deeply from earthly realms
a gentle peace in my dying bestowed me
i glanced at the road that swallowed me whole
leaving no sign of life it was then st theresa whispered
you are his child quickly i responded
oh no ma'am i'm not with child thinking only of my figure
she smiled a warm glow and whispered yet again
you are his child she gestured to another woman
st cicelia quite childlike to my eyes
she chanted you are woman you are child
do you understand i responded amidst my sufferage
for the sake of his sorrowful passion
i over stand his divine mercy
Categories:
retched, angel, beach,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Retched scent en fuego
Wet bac-te-ria infested
Flatus monkey poop
Categories:
retched, funny,
Form:
Haiku
Into the solar system
Outreaching myself
Intense grief, mourning
Into cake and wedding dress
Galvanized poorly, the rust
About to topple into ochre
Coated stardust glittering
As we discover the truth
Not enough good, oh but for better
For worse, for years, for a fool
Like me and her, a mirror image
A replacement, a damnation
Creeping over stocking tops
There is not enough bleach in the world
To coat the filthy soul you smuggle
Into orbit, my anger now exceeding
The speed of light, the Titanic
To the iceberg, one way trip
A government secret, a conspiracy
Anything at all to wipe away your guilt
And stardust glittering on her face
Leaving retched little Laika to
Smother in the agony of ignorance
Huddle with me for precious warmth
How I could set a man on fire
The tongue is sharp, cutting through
The web of lies, deceit, conterfeit
Forgiveness plagiarized in pamphlets
Set across the universe, the guilt
You should be feeling, burning up in Betelgeuse
Oh for heavens and constellations spell it out
Every dog has their day, but some draw the shortest of the straws
Categories:
retched, me, universe,
Form:
Free verse
A mountain of flesh was howling in singularity
Time was besotted with space
Space besotted with time
Hellhound of eternity and omniscience
On your face Life, death, and living were etched
In dark lair slit-eyes flashed, mother earth screamed and retched
In dark lair eggs were hatched.
Categories:
retched, mythology,
Form:
Free verse
the silence almost too heavy for my woozy body.
outside, kissing a cigarette, "goodnight",
i scuffled through the neighborhood. it was so quiet.
once i stopped moving, stopped thinking, stopped feeling...
i noticed the loudest noise.
climbing through my ears, rupturing the drums.
the creeking of my bones stopped for just a moment.
a lapse in times
where nothing seemed as it was.
i was nothing, but a speck of dust
floating. i looked up at the stars
and saw a thousand years of sisters
reaching down for me. all the fears
seemed so small. a numbing bliss.
smoke dripped from my mouth
and i heard one of them snicker,
"just a child to this earth
and already planning the great escape."
and yes, i know,
the slowest form of suicide resides in each stick.
when will i stop? is it the weather
that has warped my heart so?
the bitterness clinging to flesh.
each shivering bump gives way to this despondency.
once so jagged and scattered,
my new exterior scarred and healing.
if you can even call this recovery.
oh, god, do you see me?
may you happen to glance at this retched soul
and see the vacancy in my gaze.
i've not a thing for you but this shell.
the pitiful excuse of a human being.
may you guide me through the years
and help me dry these tears.
i pray each night, you'll bring me home
for i have learned that i am no one's hero,
not even my own.
Categories:
retched, addiction, meaningful, night, peace,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Save Me
By: IzaDonna
Look in the mirror
Do you recognize her
Do you see the coldness in her eyes
Do you see where the darkness lies
Hidden secrets of the past
To late, the spells been cast
And as the stars arise
My own self will be my demise
Chorus:
So you think you can save me
Finally set my retched soul free
Be my ultimate savior
You thinking ur doing me a favor
But just let me alone
My fate is only my own
I get u try and u care
But thru it all u weren't there
I cant move on from my past
The agony I feel will always last
The knife is in way to deep
So let me shut my eyes and sleep
Cause u can't fix whats already broken
The pain I feel is better left unspoken
Chorus
So as the darkness creeps in
I feel I'm paying for my sins
No way to escape
My soul is yours to take
Just let me bleed these tears
Just let me lay here
Looking up at the sky
I ask God why
Chorus
Cause you can't fix what isn't broken
The pain is better left unspoken
Categories:
retched, angst, dark, depression, history,
Form:
Lyric
My dear, my love
My one from above
Ill only love you
But now, we have to be through
I know I said I would never hurt you
And I don’t want to, but this I must do
You said you wouldn’t hurt me
But you were wrong, you cut me deep
Im crying a river, a flood
My arms are emptying of their blood
I don’t want to do this
I shared with you my first kiss
But now im hurt
I will no longer look to your comfort
You were my best friend
I thought it would have no end
But now, it’s come to one
Ill never let you call me Hun
You tried to give me a ring
But now, back to you will I bring the retched ring
Now, with my tears blocking my sight
My soul will take its final flight
It’ll fly to you to get my heart
Every single last broken part
Ill never forget you, my first lasting forever
And a day will I be cursed with what? Your memories
But im a Aquarius and you’re a Aries
Not a match made in heaven
The days will only last up to seven
Look, I never want or meant to hurt you
But I can’t just make do with you
You hurt me without realizing it
You messed with the bulldog and got bit
I thought I was in heaven but was in hell
At first, I thought you thought so as well
But now, the truth has caught up to us
And because of it, I had to stop before it got any worse
And thus, I told you this, but I don’t want to hurt you
All I feel now is just a deep blue
All around me, my world has come crashing down and id kill to exchange this frown.
I would have even set aside my beloved crown at one point just to make you happy, and I hate to disappoint but, I made you a promise that I must keep so, from me you wont hear another peep
You can live your life away from mine and your love, ill have to decline.
Categories:
retched, love,
Form:
Free verse