Best Ridicules Poems
If a goodbye echoes when you say hello
And tears concealed admonish your smile
As life abandons you without hinting why,
Did you miss the sound of her silent cries?
If you need to ask how long does love last
You haven't heard the moan of her heart
Where quietly she hides grief of her wants
And quelling her passion, embraces doubts.
Her sadden vibes don't well-up your eyes
And the sound of her hurt just passes you by
As contemptuous voice ridicules her plight,
What it wouldn't say, you certainly have.
March 22, 2019
HM: Strand select 5 contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
ridicules, heartbreak, love hurts,
Form:
Verse
It is not the music,
for one knows it in the heat
that rises from a cool miasma,
sardonic, self-igniting--
the one that ravages and never warms,
consumes, and cannot care.
Cold flame is of another art, and passionless.
It is the counterpart of a humanity
that gasps at loveliness
but grasps an aged, trembling hand
and cannot understand a trembling deity
which would implore and not demand.
It is a danse macabre...
there is no peace in pretense, for
it smells of fear, the while
its nourishment is truth.
It strikes through speaking
through closed hands and open hearts.
It makes of war and gentleness a home,
an irony, and often even does it
arm in arm.
And how importunate, the lead
who dares to ask of poverty
a share of its insolvence--
knowing greed is corporate,
while sacrifice is of the self alone.
To find it set apart for lesser goals,
it lies and gathers slippery sides,
setting off solutions for another day;
the night shall have its queen!
For she is Paradox
who sweeps across the room.
In gracious rule she covets,
blesses solitude, and ridicules its joy.
Hers lurks behind a mask
of beauty and romance;
the skin is putrid, the conceit
is infinite.
Hers is the blood that feasts
upon itself, that beats
upon a tympanum within--
its cadence to the dance
forever incomplete.
~
Categories:
ridicules, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
Watch me walk through the sadsands of stupored time
trading youth for aged ashes, suredness for shyness
knowledge for retirement, candor for cowardice,
diligence for dunceness, eagerness for
edginess, fairness for flakiness, goodness for gonadness,
healing for hurting, idealism for idiocracy,
judgement for jealously, kandor for killing,
loving for lamenting, mentoring for miserating,
needing for neausating, optimizing for obliterating,
penetrating for pilfering, quieting for quaking,
resolving for rioting, soothing for stabing,
tramping for turmoiling, ultilizing for ultimating,
victory for victimization,
yearning for yelling, zeal for zone.
All the best concealed decisions edited for global hypnohypocratic
nil idea of future impress of evolution but merely a nether
juxtapose of keenly luminated momentous nothings
optimizing precarious quantum ridicules sanctioning
tantalizing ugly utilitiy post variant varicose wanes wantnot
noid xoids xenous yeast yearnings zillant aberants aplenty.
Go Fish.
zonality zeros.
Climb the dumb death grill gradiant with false feet
intrepid toe jam steps what is where i am going not going in a pre post past present
ghost future life emo impotenet fracture fried non sequetor séance
liquid lavid languish unloved resolved irrevernet motion milkmaid
sociomatrial screwstewed rejectional noncoitial negligant nilneo
nonconstriction deconstruction r u fing kidding me? ??
Let's be uni unfilterfied in our ugly uncorrupt incorporeal craddle of domesticoignoramous
social dysfuntionture aplenty assure. Pills pills my kingdom for some piss pills to ***** die
the ass sociative remenants that psuedo pusssurrounds my exo it unfulfills.
Dial don't dilenates of wailing wanting mommy masses of momentary
milkcents mammary malaise.
Get lost little ones, my device calls to me in its idio elloquence.
Love u though, don't tell your__________________r_.
Categories:
ridicules, addiction, betrayal, conflict, deep,
Form:
Free verse
We Will Not Comply
I never thought I’d live to see the day
When children would be taught that God is dead,
The flag we love, someone would take away,
Or leaders in corruption share a bed.
It matters not to me who ridicules;
I am American, I will rebel.
I’ll keep my God, my guns, my right to use
Free speech the truth to tell.
We never thought to live in tyranny—
Just to stand for truth could mean your life;
We need to recognize we are not free—
We will not save our country without strife.
Will we rise and claim our liberty
Or take the lies and bow to slavery?
Categories:
ridicules, courage, freedom, future, god,
Form:
Sonnet
It’s not all what you think,
It’s a lot to sink in,
Gratitude doesn’t shrink,
Or tell where to begin,
Levitate and meditate,
Scripture captured; saved,
What some call love-is hate,
Imprinted, engraved,
As the heart speaks,
Meek but bold,
Some of me leaks,
For the views hold,
Lost treasure map,
Passion to care,
Body trap,
Real talk; dare,
Times on the clock,
Out of respect,
If you don’t walk-the-walk,
What’s to expect?
The movements left,
Right under me,
Stolen; theft,
Ridicules see,
Justice printed,
Judgmental flame,
Fundamentals hinted,
Inside ones name.
Categories:
ridicules, journey, life,
Form:
Alliteration
Today I accomplished after a sustained effort
I wanted to set my mind free of all its dirt
I got rid of all, that's redundant
The baggage of experience that's abundant
Anger, hate, envy and jealousy
Myths, confusion, illusion and fallacy
Laxity, mess, incoherence and insanity
Chaos, clutter, dishevel and obscurity
Dogmas, tenets, maxims and rules
Traditions and conventions that the present ridicules
Desire, ambition, hunger and greed
I removed all that I didn't need
Only to realise now, there ain't left anything
My anxiety to set it free meant there's nothing.
Categories:
ridicules, how i feel,
Form:
List
Your stretch marks are like a vast network of river’s guiding you deeper into the heart of the Amazon, and anyone who ridicules you wouldn’t deserve to follow them anyway
Categories:
ridicules, body, image, perspective, poetry,
Form:
Prose
betwixt the circuitous cocoon of rose hips wrestles a world of unfathomable infamy
induced by light and shadow murmur influences ridicules scent.
conscripted into nature's loggerhead shrike chirp by forces unknown
influenced by the pestilence of greeds monkey see monkey do, ovary retards.
up from the grave of the anchor root rises the sun of expansion
cleansing the cane to shoulder its crown watching bud eye fornicate.
obliging the filament petition to pullulate the wind bats its lash
awakening the anther to feed its feeder roots.
efflorescent anatomy of stamen and pistil captivate beauties awe
apathy will bloom its withered rose until perceived with the nose!
Categories:
ridicules, beauty, change, growth, rose,
Form:
Couplet
Wake up in the midnight,
Staring at the window outside
It slightly far above my sight
A little girl’s hands folded
Cries out in pain
I can read her facial expression through
closed windowpane,
All her veins stuck out in utter disgust,
Years of agony, memories of holocaust
Ridicules her every night.
Though she gets revived in every morning bright
I was helpless to make her relieved.
Series of events, emotions I perceived,
She tries to hear through her horror dreams.
Why is she a woman, everybody screams?
Deep inside her house
There’s a picture of her grandma's spouse.
Who received a message from ancestor,
Which could mean to be his family protector.
A story of birth and rebirth
Will keep their family tree, tie strong on earth.
When every boy is born
A haunted chapter which she eagers to torn.
Though she is unable to read every line
Is this the reason she paid this hefty fine?
Departed from friends and family.
Losing her self-control in distress gradually
I want to speak for her.
Raise my voice that this deaf society could hear!
Thanks to the almighty who gave me a reason to fight,
To prove again and again that no one is above his might.
Everyone is a child of Him,
They may be fatty or slim.
May be of any colour or creed,
We are just carrying His ethos in here to breed.
Very simple is tone,
Could be a square or a cone.
No girl no boy
Neither in heaven nor in earth there's any ploy
Live and let live,
Let's have free air to breath.
Thousand ideas to nurture,
Every human being is of his own nature.
Try to respect others and take care,
Eventually evolve your gesture and your manner
In common values you owe and thoughts you share
It will quench your thirst and your burning desire,
To erase this social stigma what thoughts that transpire.
To spread the word of love irrespective of gender
Always ready to face any critic with your words to counter.
That’s how a true social sphere can be built,
Where every issue that causes human suffering must be dealt.
Categories:
ridicules, anger, betrayal, child abuse,
Form:
Rhyme
Peace is no more on the hill
Forest Fire in innocent eyes
I ask myself : who wiped out greenery ?
The bountiful landscape devoid of luster.
Red charcoal blazing on the red-carpet
The tribe’s damsel hammers
Her fate into sheets of sorrows.
Tremors of fear trickles down her cheeks.
Floats smell of gun powder
Over the small hamlets of the hill.
The sky above is within its limit.
Serenity is no more, there…..
Terrorism, a tiger in every tunnel
Wagon loaded dreams of life
Stops there to rest a while !
Shukrijani, the young vibrant tribe guy
Refreshes his AK-47,
Ridicules at old bow and arrows
Mysterious mustache on his oval face.
He Knows nothing of humanity
He is trained to kill humans.
The hill is no more a hill
No more abode of peace !
Old mother of Shukrijani folding her shivering hands.
Prays God: we want tranquility,
We want peace !
Inertia of unknown identity plays hide and seek.
The tribe’s damsel prays :
O’ God of my fate,
Transform me into mother Mary
I want to give birth
Another Jesus to bring
Peace and harmony down to earth !
Categories:
ridicules, anger, change, stress, sympathy,
Form:
Free verse
A Write for All Us Bald Guys
By Elton Camp
Making fun of some person’s physical features
Is not done except by the most vicious creatures
It is unacceptable to point out an enormous nose
And mock that it was once part of a garden hose
Or to tell some man that his face is as ugly as hell
Is something that only the crudest person will tell
Good manners, out the window quickly are sped
When people spot a man who has a bald head
They feel is all right to draw mocking attention
To his lack of hair by open and sneering mention
The victim of the inappropriate and crude remark
Is expect to “be a good sport” as if it’s just a lark
Although such rudeness I absolutely do hate
Most of the time I try very hard not to retaliate
Delinquents who mocked Elisha for his bald head
At the claws of two she-bears, 42 ended up dead
So whenever one, for lack of hair ridicules me
I look around, a she-bear sort of hoping to see
Categories:
ridicules, funny, hair,
Form:
Rhyme
I am devastated, dumbfounded, dismayed,
These people are so stupid, or crazy,
They threw some hot soup
On a painting by Claude Monet,
These people are ridiculous, wicked,
Who will listen to them? Not me,
How can you believe what they say?
They destroy immortal works,
These people are so stupid, or crazy,
No one will defend their cause,
They’re like child killers
Who come to talk to us about God.
Je suis catastrophé, médusé, atterré,
Ces gens sont si idiots, ou fous,
Ils ont jeté de la soupe chaude
Sur une toile de Claude Monet,
Ces gens sont ridicules, méchants,
Qui voudra les écouter ? Pas moi,
Comment croire ce qu’ils disent ?
Ils saccagent des œuvres immortelles,
Ces gens sont si idiots, ou fous,
Personne ne défendra leur cause,
Ils sont comme des tueurs d’enfant
Qui viennent nous parler de Dieu.
Categories:
ridicules, appreciation, culture, rude,
Form:
Free verse
Does everything really exist?
Forgive me I tend to philosophise when I’m pissed
Scientist’s say that energy wants to exist
Like the warmth that you feel when you are kissed?
But they say that energy has to exist in large quantities
Does it mean we should touch not just our fingers but our bodies?
And elementary particles are dependent on others
Mingling the particles by making love quenches the hungers
Now I understand the basic theory of how things exist
Hick! This bottle of JD’s making me feel more and more pissed.
I GOT IT NOW!!!
For all the men that have been unfaithful
This excuse remember it well because it will be useful
One’s wife exists when you see her and hear her nags
To her friends, she ridicules you which sound like she brags
Here’s the science bit.
If you have an argument with your wife, go for a drive
And if you apply this theory correctly you will feel alive.
Because you are alone and therefore, she does not exist
And you have become a bachelor so you should be feeling bliss
Have a few drinks and play around with some women
When you leave them they won’t exist and stop being a lemon
But there is a warning, a warning of war
Never have another nonexistent woman in your house begging for more
For a nonexistent wife has a tendency to walk through the door
And believe me it’s not good trying to drink a bottle of JD to numb pain
When you get stabbed in the back by a nonexistent wife that’s insane….
Categories:
ridicules, funny, philosophyme, wife, me,
Form:
Rhyme
The mountains stretch upon horizon
From the east sun has just risen
Nightingale sings song that moves the soul
I wonder what allowed scientist to discover black hole
It was the knowledge of the past
But someone had to discover what was new in that past
And theories’ creation
Involves lot of imagination
See children play by the river in afternoon
Later rushes look surreal in light of the moon
I was one of children like that once
And in my head ideas would dance
I wanted to see the biggest fish
But the river was not exactly full of fish
Instead of granting my wish
River allowed me to see stone shaped like a fish
But this allowed me
Imagine it is the biggest living fish I see
Imagination can set one free
Even allow one to control ones’ destiny
When I grew up I realized how ridicules it was
But when one thinks like that it’s a big loss
Because imagination is part of the soul
And allows one to grow beyond limitations or control
If one does not reach a higher point disappointed he’ll be
If one does reach final point it will not set one free
But with imagination one can overcome paradox of destiny
And this is a first step for the man child spirit to be free
Categories:
ridicules, imagination,
Form:
Couplet
It is as if alternative were even feasible,
and thus reduced to fear, deception comes
as that black leviathan, silent in approach
from ocean depth unknown.
Unconsciously we concelebrate a history
that ridicules ironic tribute;
there before its altar rises saintly smoke,
desperate gasps to a tradition
full of promise,
to a holy death.
Breathe. It is the measure, then,
of all we do not know.
Well may you wonder that the legacy
of this involuntary interchange
of air and element is able
to transcend magnificence, provide the light
upon the stumble-strewn pathway of a life,
and then become
the gateway to totality.
~
Categories:
ridicules, power,
Form:
Free verse