Best Ricocheted Poems
He threw the dart,
it missed the board,
it hit my foot instead.
The next dart flew.
it hit a wire
then ricocheted t'wards my head.
It's a dangerous thing,
the game of darts.
Not for the faint of heart.
"Cause once they're drunk
they miss the board
and try, your hair, to part.
I can add
and I can subtract
so I don't mind keeping score.
But when those darts
miss the board
they don't always hit the floor.
I have scars
and I have bled
from darts, like missiles, thrown.
But if they don't stop
aiming for me
they can bloody well score their own.
Friendship Bound
One day the whole of me disappeared
I was left alone in a shell of despair
with but maimed memories, confined
behind dull unbreachable walls,
trapped by fate in this cold chair
faraway within I sealed my smile
fighting invisible mad immured
in cruel moments with no escape
but when in this frozen world
you saw me bound whole you
poured your warm black soul
into mine, unfolding time itself,
back from oblivion I was brought
you tore the pain away in friendly
peals of laughter that ricocheted
in my heart in arabesque patterns,
you spun my wheels, flew me up
and down like a bubbly African spirit
in a trance, and night crumbled,
my days mended, and my smile
went sailing home friendship bound.
Flightless Birds Trapped In A Gilded Cage.
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Fledgling innocents incarcerated in a gilded ornate cage
Budding pretty flowers
Within the blossoming of youth
Of tender sensitive age
.
Born into an imperial dynasty
By destiny and decree
A view from a palace window
To the outside world
Was all they’d often see
Far from the peasant underclass
Living in the gutter of poverty
.
Each one an individual
With different varied traits
With nothing but love in their tender hearts
For they’re parents
Unaware of their countries fate
.
Ripples of unrest and anger
Soon turned into waves of hatred
For a seemingly
Uncaring despondent regime
Toward the Tzar the affluent nobility
And the withdrawn empress Queen
.
The hungry angry peasants revolted
And stormed the palace gates
And for the Royal family
There was no escape
.
Sewing precious jewels inside their clothing
They were forced to leave their comfortable dwelling
And taken prisoners to a place far away
Where they tried to make the best
Of life in where they had to stay
.
Unsure of their fate lost in fantasy and dreams
The revolutionist planned their fate and schemed
One day they were taken to a cellar
And told they were about to die
They must have been terrified
And no doubt
Screamed and cried
.
Shots were fired at the family
And many bullets ricocheted
Bouncing of the clothing
Where the jewels wee hidden away
But eventually blood was spilled
Sending the family to an early grave
.
Peter Dome©2021.
Rounds of rockets shattered the peace,
Bullets ricocheted from out of nowhere,
And nothing made sense in this alien world,
Where chaos was friends with the air,
He was hit, fell and dragged, minus his feet,
Through turmoil and trouble and strife,
And rushed to a medic, working with bustle,
Working to save his small life,
But even the medic healed in an extreme of disorder,
As his legs became a calm numb,
That’s when he met the parson, the one rational man,
Who was his father, his brother, his mum.
The pastor was the only reality he had,
The pastor walked him through the unknown,
When nothing was normal, the pastor held onto his hand,
To take his mind back to his home.
Shiny in confines
ricocheted thoughts tumble on
and emerge as gems.
I watched as silence danced with shadows,
Playing the melody sung by my mind.
Its blanket covered the darkness—
broken only by a ray of light through a crack in the cave wall.
I groped through the dark toward the stone,
but the gale was too thick for my arms to swim.
I imagined a ghost whispering—
yet only silence listened.
Echoes, like thunder in a deep ocean,
ricocheted fear like a trap set to spring.
Ghosts rushed out from the corners they lurked—
only for me to hear silence whisper: “Come out of there.”
Its voice flowed like a river of serenity through a forest.
I begged silence to stop its torment,
but it had ears that could not hear.
I tried to run, but a boulder blocked my path.
Then I screamed.
It was then I knew—
the light coming through the crack was my father’s flashlight.
Walking alone in the middle of the night
Holding hands with the cold in the pale moon light
I hear more than my footsteps; look over my back
The shadows from the trees were on the attack
I walked a bit faster, my heart began to race
The mist from my breath teased the skin on my face
Should I make a right? But I look to the left
In between my imagination and reason sat a cleft
I began to panic, but what the heck for?
Because fear was of the essence and nothing more
Sounds ricocheted off of who knows where
Like a scene displaced from your worst nightmare
Something was watching or following me
I was just waiting for something to jump out of a tree
Or grab my shoulder or touch my back
Causing me to urinate before I have a heart attack
I took a deep breath and leaned against the next street light
It must be my mind playing tricks on me tonight
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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the town
Not a creature was breathing, not one to be found.
Bloody hand prints swept the walls which once were white
Darkness overshadowed anything that had light
Little boys were decapitated and sprawled across the floor,
While little girls were skinned alive; hung as décor for every door.
Mothers had their jaws ripped straight from their heads
As their children screamed for mercy from their very own beds.
Panic and pain ricocheted off the walls
Pets were brutally butchered then stretched out in the halls
And Fathers were kept alive long enough to observe
Then their eyes were gouged only to dangle by an optic nerve
Fifty-six minutes is all the creature takes
To slay the whole town with its massacre earthquake
Agony rained something fierce this night
For this town was caught in the worst of plights
And the echo of dripping blood is now all you can hear
The stench swimming through the air is encapsulated fear.
To have dodged this slaughter would have been transmundane
For this monster, this beast was most definitely inhumane
It came through the windows and tore through the blinds
Grabbing any human or beast it could find
Then Slash the body! Gnash at the body! Bash them in the crown!
And Thrash the body! Lash at the body! Mash the body down!
Then it rips out your tongue and swallows it whole
This fiendish freak has a heart made of coal
When wondering eyes caught a glimpse of what did appear
They knew it wasn’t Santa and his flying reindeers
on merciless concrete
there's a body
don't clean up this blood
shot in the face
and run over as an inssurance
he'll never again put the blue ski mask on
don't clean up this blood
camouflaging a direct shot as ricocheted
did it even came to mind
was he still alive
when those tires
crossed over
don't clean up this blood
he was someone's son
do you have sons
what does the conscience say
does it claim a father
does that father merit someone calls him father
do your sons know
what you just did
don't clean up this blood
who are you behind that shields
who are you behind that badges
who are you behind that spokesman
who's pressing that switch to inhuman
don't clean up this blood
how does it feel when those who you pledged to protect are scared of you
does it make you feel like gods
or obedient dogs
outraged dogs
trying to silent the oppressed
who throws at you those bones from the top of Olympus
don't clean up this blood
just don't
freedom answers to the name of blood
*In memory of Carlo Giuliani (14 March 1978 - 20 July 2001)
On one daring day, when the bruising sun was yet to set
And unfold the opportunities of an anticipated and hopeful day.
A bystander sprouted out from her shell into the dew
Hardly aware of the blindfolds of reality
She set off; ready to feed her eyes what it loves the most, doom!
She is a racy schadenfreude.
Across the street, a mishap called her name
The voice she heeded with race of flashes
To the scene, straining to snap a view for her sight
Alas! She saw the fuss of commotion, and was marveled
She bragged to herself ‘’I’m always on time’’…
A metallic beast had kissed a monstrous millipede
Conveying explosive water, but had unturned and wet the soil.
People were engulfed in steams of smoke
Singing the song of pain and perturbing panic.
The sing-song travelled to her like the gong of a town-crier
The echo drew the bystander closer as she gasped in awe
Her frenzied soul almost ran amok in unpleasant excitement
Her eyes were fixed on her flutter, while ignoring the wet floor she toed.
Just then, a vestige of spark was wafted and veered towards her
In seconds of second, she too was swimming in stream of flame
She whirled out for help but echo ricocheted void
Of abyssal coma, as the day set, the sun smiled as she was bathed to ashes
Then other onlookers after observing the osmosis quickly grabbed her remains
And blew it to the waiting wind
The Man above the earth sniffed it and frowned
‘’Another wasted soul loitering in damnation’’, He muttered.
Then He cried rain down to cleanse others
But as it showers, they stood back gracing the sight
That holds their eyes- the bystanders!
sunshine at six
lights ricocheted
body being heated
time for bed to fix.
Over and over again, I am losing track.
Opportunities wasted with tears, sweat and blood,
chances blown into smithereens, a breached contract
like explosives ready and done but all went dud
A table once bountiful, every dish and ware,
aroma of extravagance, hard to resist,
array of choices from platter after platter,
the sky’s the limit until it ceased to exist
Deafening silence vacated the entire hall.
Everything were been raided and swept out empty.
Surprising predicament,ricocheted dodge ball,
so fast to anticipate, such velocity.
Everything is accounted for a certain price,
nowhere else to take cover from fate’s divine reach,
like mortgage, all due with collateral excise,
sucking up to its last drop, a gluttony leech
Life goes insanely inside out and upside down,
risking all in, a gamble of uncertainty.
Time’s the enemy, it runs out as we’re all bound
To death, the end credits reeling with apathy
If I am given power to turn back clock’s hand,
undoing the past is my paramount mission,
apprehend mistakes for myself to reprimand,
the reversal of fortune based on a delusion.
Cold nights and tree lights taught him to forget home.
He’s mellow tonight though, no telling what goes unknown.
He packs light and steps heavy and taps his fading flashlight and I bet he’s a lefty.
Duracell down spiral connects with flesh on even time, a metronome of alkaline.
Ill forever remember this snowless December and he’ll certainly forget me.
Still I sway with the music still he keeps it rock steady.
As he rolls down my street and through the night (like I roll through my week)
All that exists is the moon, that man… and me.
Ain’t it somethin’, what life brings when you start listenin’ to the quiet things?
Plastic sacks like gift-wrap, thrice reused, revalued glass
Rides passenger beside wrinkled paper grocery bags
Holding sugar coated soda cans,
Hanging from the rubber handle and his hands were full of gravel.
They grow more fragile as he travels.
And this overanalyzed poet’s delight
Does just that just as the moon tells of midnight.
The crude acoustic music moved right through the tulips, ricocheted off red bricks, treble clefs start riots.
It jukes a tune, almost a salute, not unlike the Lousiana blues, up your spine it always winds up finding the light that burns inside, even from somewhere deep in the bayou at suppertime.
A profound lyric, when you hear it slides the skin from your bones and you fall to the dirt, like ivory stones.
He's hard to get a good look at, and feared like a black alley cat;
his con-man disappearing act is long like the years you cant get back.
The words that i don’t hear his lips say are shouted aloud by his ribcage.
The nickels he bent over backwarrds fo never got easy to take.
This slow going rolling stone grew old with his folded up road map
the only thing that he had when the rain was too bad.
This landed him on a fortunate sweet spot,
an unfound tin can jackpot in the same spot you hadnt yet thought,
the start of the last stop of the things we bought and dinners we got.
His belly goes empty when everything rots.
bizarre stuff
in fact, she'd never visited a golf course before
in fact, as i took my daughter to the clubhouse toilet
i held the door open for her
the contents of the coffee was
all over the floor
i hit my tee shot against the trees
and the ball ricocheted back onto the fairway
'Good shot!' my mother yelled
there was a lot of top of the lungs stuff
MASHED POTATOES
i shanked it
mammy chops and bunkers like thunder thighs
my daughter wants to sleep in a bunker
i want to throw my clubs in the lake
worm burners
and municipal memories
this was meant to be a love sonnet
i'll be your caddy
i love you flagstick
Denouement
The plot thickens broadens in plastered confused juxtapositions
over time there and then weaves tapestries lost unfound caught
Viscous tears dried out shed rivers searching oases oceans of love
squeeze suffering hatred solid misconceptions scripted resolve
Crocheted dreams unsnarled in disguise colour rainbows stain-bows
stain blows and arrows offer inkblots from coiled council reconcile
Waters cascades cataclysmic beginnings alleviate alluvion’s weight
skirmish tease entice droplets of truths splashing change alteration
Naïve native losses childish unadulterated tangential torrents unfold
allude inundate delude adulthoods’ illusions commence from afresh
Under the bridges of ricocheted echoes trickle drops from Styx to
Ganges feed and contend with the seagulls and vultures of life
The story line concocts and conceives tell retells and remembers
the past as it blends narrates a misty final initiation’s webbed spray
Resolute resolution wets the gills washes clouds spins them around
until springs guzzle project thoughtful narration to entangle once more
Denouement Renewal De-new-ment confer contain depositions repositioned
as some tangling wisdom posits one swims in the same ocean never again
09th August 2016
Originally entered for contest 'Denouement' judged 24th August 2016