Best Sabotaged Poems
When we search for answers from egotistic minds,
life is full of meaningless questions that lead us nowhere.
You sabotaged the sandman who brought me my dreams,
corrupting and confusing the clarity of my conscience.
In a world of betrayal, I thought you were my
saviour,
but your promises were sworn from a throne of lies -
where you perch as the king of false pretences.
Tired from being a victim of your insecurities,
I am not your mistake nor your abandoned
trauma.
Fate led my empathic sanity into your labyrinth of splintered hollowness,
confining me within a soulless sphere of unfair
madness,
yet, I still remember how you pledged to show me the moon -
falsehoods which led to an eternal eclipse for my eyes.
You stole the silver sewn with perfectly metered syllables,
calming the storm I carry in cacophonous silence,
but now, all I see is a megalomaniac monster, draped in rose tones of synthetic rhodolite, pretending to be an ivory dove in a horizon of vicious vultures,
hiding behind a decaying province of black petunias.
Your synthetic smile veils your cruel character, afraid that the vermilion you paint across your
sunsets,
will reveal the poison you fed my paralyzed soul.
My ink will always portray your true parasite persona,
about your attempts to assassinate my authentic aroma,
as now i blossom in meadows without your
toxic touch.
I trace the blushing texture
of smoked allure
with aching fingers,
fervent and blue ~
inhaling the intense incense,
exhaling the iron thorn
of love sabotaged
for I feel your hands ferociously
roaming my flawed frames
eager to taste the fragments
of the sunrise you seek
in hues of hostile gold...
while the tales within
your eyes reveal
the truth of my tongue
twirling and teasing
colors of confession
and amethyst reveries
stroking the weight of want
in soft butterfly ink blooms
kissing your fears
into fluorescence
bringing your armored spirit
to kneel at the altar of attachment,
glued to the crimson of craving,
as an inamorato trembling ~
struck by the fever of fixation...
there is no escape, O beloved
from this inexcusable
intoxication of passion ablaze...
longing has no logic to philosophize
and you are now sitting
imprisoned as an impassioned
Antony’s portraitist
upon Cleopatra’s pedestal
wedded to the edges of infinity ~
a torn canvas is two paintings
oblivious to the galleries of grief
as healing hums through walls
that feel the melodious mists
falling like rain of rippling roses
pulling and pushing nevermore
but soaked in the dews
of quivering seconds
tuning time through heartbeats...
we are dreamers of what would be
if the acrylic carves wounds
into an ineffable masterpiece
the dawn never asked for more than
a constellation
untouched and unmoved by doubt
the sun never questioned
the sands of sorrow
so melt these tears
into your sweet fire ~
breathe my demons
into your warm sky
release all resistance
you are no longer trapped, but free
in the arms of undeniable moonlight
engrossed in the perfumed spell
of wild heat ~
there is no threat in deep devotion;
love blossoms
as a sketched sanctuary
of softened colors and trust…
SPELLING TEST (there are over 30 words contained within this poem that are often
misspelt by the common man)
We all do on occasion temporarily misspell.
Amateur or connoisseur of language,who can tell?
Conscientiously piece together,peculiar bits of rhyme.
Manoeuvre letters gorgeously for others to refine.
Discipline and experience,all apparent to you and me.
Pronunciation not enough to spell linguistically.
Skilful realignment of the letters needs addressed.
Paralytic implications quintessentially expressed.
A ricochet of rhythm,sabotaged in a queue of verse.
Cacophony of tone with their spellings unrehearsed.
Is your spelling kamikaze,a haemorrhaging of ink.
A karaoke nightmare,communication on the brink.
So literary geniuses,i am all apologetic.
If my utterance is rabbled and my spelling is pathetic.
You see,many words i utilize in this poem i create.
Have been misspelt for centuries,the most common is
separate
You abused me physically and mentally,
I believed I was everything you said.
I thought you had my back totally,
But my belief in you was hanging by a thread.
I was locked in a mental jail cell.
you were a warden of abuse,
our union together was pure hell.
You would often say I just blew a fuse.
Your vicious attacks tarnished my self worth,
that I constantly questioned my birth.
When I finally got the strength to leave ,
I sabotaged relationships like you wouldn't believe .
Because I was still in a mental prison of abuse,
you remained the warden of my life.
I gave up on relationships and said what’s the use,
my life with you was pure misery and strife.
I hated you right down to the core,
my hatred for you was never a bore.
Until someone shared the good news,
of Jesus Christ, I had nothing to lose.
I accepted him in my heart on that day,
he represents love and forgiveness.
By showing us how to live, he paved the way,
he walked in love and kindness.
He forgave me for all that I had done,
and it felt really good .
I accepted that the victory was already won.
I took my power back, like I should.
I felt free and no longer bound,
therefore I was able to stand my ground.
I had no choice but to forgive you,
and I am no longer sad and blue.
In that moment I took my power back,
I didn’t stress over what I lack.
I want to share my freedom with others like me,
so they in turn can be totally free.
Inspired by the “Healing Power Of Forgiveness.
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Note* I made some changes to the original poem due to contest requirement. I am most happy with the original version. Let me know what you all think.
10-30-17
In her playground of romance,
swings of destiny swayed gently,
as a merry-go-around span endlessly,
so in a state of dizziness,
I crept inside, unaware, in my sleepiness,
I had been treading upon flowers beneath my feet,
as their fragrance faded, her spirit wept in echoes of betrayal,
but her tongue could not explain,
so, I gifted her three dahlias from my soul's oasis;
purple for prosperity,
red for passion and
white for innocence.
I can still remember the taste from
the first time I felt the moisture of her lips.
In a night where we held each other so tight,
we sizzled like the Sahara sun,
as heat kindled in our kisses,
we merged in the silent language of touch,
waiting for gravity to bring us back.
We were adrift without the need for words -
in places poetry cannot reach.
In our infatuation, following lanterns in the night sky,
I mistook our path of promises
for an intimate illusion only found in dreams
and became misplaced in her self sabotaged storm,
until I was swept away with merciless waves.
Yet, yearning rests upon the tip of my tongue,
like breathless whispers.
If only she would come to me like dawn,
so I could kiss her like ripples at 5am and
once more feel the heartbeats upon her breast.
I turn half asleep,
reaching out into the emptiness,
as the darkness paints her silhouette in each corner,
flickering sentimental slideshows in my mind,
absorbing the angst of her absence.
Now I am nothing,
and she no longer remembers my name -
so what purpose is there to remain?
Ravens gather to the rhythm of a sad piano,
as my pulse beats wistfully among weeping willows,
leaving traces on my flesh like raindrops on stone.
Reciting the last paragraph, I ponder
if this is maybe the penultimate poem,
as we cannot find new verses to ink together.
But, our memories are stitched into the same seam,
so I'll wear her handwriting until heaven.
“a heartbeat pulsating as living light
free from each and every limitation
I Am that dwelling in unbound delight
the source wherefrom arises creation” ~ Unseeking Seeker...
You write amidst the midnight musings
and their throb for moving moonbeams,
while I kiss the breathing space
between my air and your Elysian waters,
like the pause between poems ~
the stillness between syllables...
And tonight, I trace the heat of truth,
slipping free the lilac of ego’s linen,
unclothing the veil of vivacious vanity ~
inner riddles ruffled with regal lies,
robed in layers of superficial silk,
as my mind tiptoes through the dusk,
aware of how I sabotaged the soul’s sun,
lost in perplexed pages plagued with pride.
O star-touched chakra ~ source of salvation,
the aurora essence spilling through
formless fingers of faith.
I am nevermore the pain I home,
nor the dawn I mindlessly forsake.
I refuse to be named by the scarred stars,
nor crowned by the crawling contradictions
of fears fringed with self-condemnation.
I am peace ~ the simplicity my psyche wears,
woven like Zen around my neck ~
a healing hush of heaven’s voice.
I am the salt of sapphires serenading
through warm streams of lotus bliss.
I long to love and bloom along pearl shores,
forevermore ~ the blue within a dreaming ripple.
I suffer in poverty for lack of baroque emotions;
glimmers to decorate my eyes would be an anomaly
as deja vu smiles blend the grays of going through the motions~
I am poor but for the rich ennui now my life’s homily.
Once, I had danced with rhythmic elan embellished with passion
in dilettante days of hedonistic ways for amusement,
carte blanche in disco nights of sexuality in fashion,
cacophony jaded my being to lack of attunement.
Youth was lost, soul sold in lustful lifestyle with wild avant-garde,
bankrupting bona fide animation - sabotaged and scarred.
Susan Ashley
January 21, 2017
~ Honorable Mention ~
Contest: Your Choice 5, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~ First Place ~
Contest: Ten Words Ten Lines 2
Sponsor: Silent One
*required words: anomaly, avant-garde, baroque,
bona fide, cacophony, carte blanche, deja vu, dilettante,
elan, ennui*
~ Poem Of The Day ~
January 23, 2018
You abused me physically and mentally,
I thought you had my back totally.
I was locked in a mental jail cell,
our union together was a living hell.
Your vicious attacks tarnished my self worth,
that I constantly questioned my birth.
You were a warden of mental abuse,
I gave up on us, what was the use?
When I finally got the strength to get up and leave ,
I sabotaged other relationships like you wouldn't believe .
You remained the warden of my miserable life,
and my life was nothing but misery and strife.
I hated you right down to the core,
my hatred for you was never a bore.
Until someone shared the good news,
of Jesus Christ , I had nothing to lose.
He forgave me for all that I had done,
I realised the victory was already won.
I felt free and no longer bound,
I was able to stand my ground .
I had no choice but to forgive you ,
because I was no longer sad and blue.
In that moment I became totally free,
I want to share this with others like me.
Inspired by the “Healing Power Of Forgiveness.
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
10-29-17
Ive danced with the devil a thousand times,
disowned my family and commited crimes,
lost relationships and lived on the street,
and still i would not accept defeat.
Ive created so many different personalitys,
adapted my life to so many reality's,
Ive fort,lied,stole and blagged,
picked butts off the floor when ive had no fags,
and still i would not accept defeat.
Ive trusted and lost,lost and trusted,
been in a house when its been busted,
begged money in the street from total strangers,
put myself in life into all sorts of dangers,
and still i would not accept defeat.
pretended to be someone im not,
taken drugs and lost the plot,
anything in life, just to fit in,
lived a life of every day sin,
and still i would not accept defeat.
ive pushed anyone who cared away,
women who loved me i would play,
selfish,malipuative,unpreadictable and devious,
self pitying,scared,depressed and mischevious,
and still i would not accept defeat.
A driven desire in search of happiness,
self sabotaged,lazy,scandalous, and shabbyness,
drank every drink there is to drink,
depths of despair i had to sink
and still i would not accept defeat.
She is a shadow of Delilah
Dancing on her own immoral desire
Sabotaged by her jealous urge
That puts her under siege to sin
Her heart a metallic object
Bound by the spirit of the attacked deer
Struggling to save herself
Battling with her hatred
Which devours all her strength and defense
She is an epitome of patience
Curved and patched inside her
Waiting for the resurrection of affection
And the coronation of a lasting union
Her eyes kill
Her lips seal
Her words heal
Chateau Charlene pulled out all the pins today
Trying to watch Cheeky Wall fall.
Cheeky Wall has had too much experience
Showing the world her sassy, funny, hilarious side
Keeping our true feelings inside
As deep down as possible
Emotions are seething from Cheeky Wall
Into the grounds of Chateau Charlene right now
Like snakes, they slither toward her foundation,
Trying to crack it, reveal her secrets.
These two are in a magnificent love-hate relationship.
Each trying to sabotage
And take down the other
When the kingdom falls
Will the truth be revealed?
Person alert.
Smile on face?
Pretend light in eyes?
Happiness showing?
Depression and despair in the dungeon gurgles up
In a bowl of black snakes and dead pussy willow leaves.
I tamp them down
So no one knows
“Hi!” we say.
A bit too brightly.
Luckily no one
cares or even
notices.
Once again
“Man”
Fails
A faulty miscarriage of stanzas and exhaled anomalies,
“Man” withers
Unto a Shakespearean passing
“Man” testifies
Verbal precedence above cedar scented opinions
While providing expired empathy to their disfigured reflection
Oh, how their insolent pride glimmers
Similar to Cubic Zirconium weddings
Oh, how their “manhood”
Falsely supplicates
For even “thicker” pride
Another daftly implored lie
“Man” inhales pompous remorse,
Gripping rusted axe on toxicant bosom,
Declaring knighthood upon ignorant crowd
Another verse of celebrated memories,
Sabotaged
Because
“Man”
Remains glued to authoritative eras of yesterday,
With forcefully dimpled “smile”
Unable
To surgically remove equilibrium's paralysis
…
But, humanity shall resurrect
Against demoted seer
To declare that this tide of “man”
Does not
Belong here
©Drake J. Eszes
Where do dreams go if they die?
You can't put em in your pocket
You can't plant em in the sky.
And if you hide em in your heart
Then with you they'll surely die.
Where do dreams go, can they die?
When life just happens
You've fallen again and now running blind.
An unwilling combatant a greying specter
An emotional conscientious objector.
A Phoenix rising
Icarus hoping to fly
Once you dreamed so big
You almost kissed the sky.
Now all that seems like a faded picture
Faith sabotaged by doubt
A deadly elixir.
Where do dreams go when they die?
Were they actually there
Or merely a lie?
Did you dream in color or only black and white?
Were you alive when you believed?
Did you just hang on to the seed?
Or by faith let it go
Out of your control
Yet willing to still believe
That faith will let it grow.
Where did your dream go?
Is it alive
Or like a mirage in a desert
Playing a trick on your eyes?
Will you surrender to the camouflage of life?
Much like darkness tries to hide the night.
A peace treaty with deception
Void of light.
Where do dreams go when they die?
I sabotaged my eight-millimeter childhood.
I never knew Sartre
But I contorted my latex face,
Burying my nothingness in family films.
My child was scripted to be ugly, skipped over
In comic relief.
Only recognizable as Menoetius,
My only animation was insolence.
I believed nothing in myself,
I knew nothing.
I sought my masquerade in
Metaverse avatars,
Really just 2D analog shadows,
Swaying waves of gray on ashen tv tubes.
Without convictions, I was convicted.
My craven rudeness landed me
In squalid wreckage,
The debris of my dormant sea,
Forsaken a million or more times,
Rebuffed and scorned,
I succumbed to my dense exhaustion.
I shut down where sleep had no form,
Where space-time is an illusion.
Some hint of dream touched and aroused me.
Some anamnesis so much greater than any containment!
I awakened sweaty, wretched, and authentically flawed,
savoring the sudden phenomenal enigma,
Ready to learn the endless patterns
of all the passions and sciences.
.
Soft sighing of tall Georgia pines
Simmering stew bubbles on stove
Sounds_scents envelope combine
Sabotaged sage while she so strove
To complete cleaning sandcastle
Built in sand, shuttle there now scantle
In honor of John Freeman's
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