Best Shambled Poems
I found you.
From the floorboards, to the trunk, to the stairs, to my table, you shambled. Howling and bleeding.
God, I had wanted so badly to recognize you.
To have some common ground with someone, even if it was just a ghost.
But, here we are.
You,
some memoir to a dead boy whose face is stretched so badly across the pain inside you.
And me,
some sad survivor.
Categories:
shambled, art, death, pain,
Form:
Free verse
Smoking Hot
Once upon a time there was a little girl
She carried a chipped edged bowl in her hand
Charity had been generous to her riding years
Gifts were ripped, unwanted and unsized clothes
Grandma loved her Red Riding Hood in any wear
She named her so for her cheeks were smoking hot
At the slightest insinuation about her bowl or any form of abuse
She had been wearing a faded small red cloak for years
First, too large sized then, too small in the wintry land
Little Hood begged for her grandma's survival
Who lay bedridden in their shambled home
Red Riding Hood had outgrown her baby size
No longer could she keep her face hidden
In her small hood, thus attracting the bestial wolfish eyes
A wolf befriended her and took some fruit for granny
He held her soft hand as she led him to grandma on bed
Money flowed in, and so did fruit and health
Philanthropy and blessings oozed in every corner
The lusty wolf took his chance as grandma lay to rest
Red faced with smoking hot coal eyes as he grabbed her
Red Riding grew from adolescence to maturity
With a carving knife and hot pepper spray in his eyes
The wolf and beast were packed off before a howl.
No more begging, no more tears and tatters
Grandma and Red Riding Hood lived happily ever after
February 6, 2016
Contest: Once Upon A Time
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Categories:
shambled, abuse, anger, devotion, evil,
Form:
Free verse
There was a bongoman, and he dreaming
Where the rock hovered above the blue sea
Looked through the white mist of a dew drenched morning
And clenched tight his memory of history
Black as midnight: showed me shining like day
Black Starliners, and his tears melted away.
Walk softly let me sing my song, redemption brings
The whip to silence and the heart to lift its wings
And then he laughed aloud, his heart beating
Drums like a flock of bird wings. This called me
Inexplicably to stand before him feasting
My eyes on his joy, and his tangled beauty
Of hair and form, without Samson's great flaws
I heard his covenant to Afric's laws:
No swine flesh in Selassie I temple
No labor for the rag of foul Babylon
Peace and love recovered of nature's principle
Keep's the dove in the flesh of the lion
Eating herbs as a lamb. And high above
The sea, the forest throbs with songs of love
He told his sorrows in Psalms recounting
Another's tragedy through which he claimed
His own, and whipped scuttled pride to rise surmounting
The shambled faith imposed on bodies maimed
By tyrant's culture and chains, to find
The cliff where Marcus Garvey led the blind
And made them see with power of his words
Towering Kilmanjaros of beauty
Breaking the sun, splintering its silver bright swords
Into strands, opening the majesty
Of wonders past on plain banana leaf
Feeding Anansi duckuno from grief
It does not matter anymore, the blames
The city lies upon his head; he cried
His tears for Babylon melting in oral flames
Bongo with Jah lives iver in the tide
Of Rastafari righteous inity
Behold the bongoman in divinity
I was late to school to know the bright lies
That silence permitted against his pain
The bongoman on the misty sea fastened his eyes
And searched for his Judah's Lion again
For out of him was life forever, dread
Life sweeter than the heaven of the dead.
And those ships, the angels of Marcus' dream
Make good covenant with the paucity
Of truth, and hold the bongoman in moonbeam
Dancing on rock point of belief, certainty
Mixed like bitter herbs in the ital food
Sweet as drums on the morning bright of mood.
Categories:
shambled, allegory, history, religion, heart,
Form:
Verse
Tootle Lou met the gang at the McDonalds by the sea,
She shambled in with pants too big and stains for all to see.
We chewed and swallowed but never tasted,
Brain receptors craving stuff that Tootle Lou had wasted.
A carnal exchange that blew on a dime;
For that, it is true, she was always on time.
One after the other, our loads made our minds.
It was later in the decade that I opened the blinds.
Tootle Lou has a baby -- a spawn not of this earth:
Rings in her nose, unwashed hose, a pain she can't desert.
Come one, come all, and abuse her,
User after user.
Tootle Lou reads poetry -- her voice is smart and sad.
A pretty face lies buried in a made-up, phony fad.
No prince of old is coming to slay the Mongol hordes.
Tootle Lou is a friend in need, and no friend shall I abhor.
That day I came to need her, she was lost in powdered fluff.
Her eyes I'm sure they saw me, but her mind was in the rough.
Her perfumed arms I warmly held while lifting up her head.
My Tootle Lou was smiling. My Tootle Lou was dead.
Categories:
shambled, abuse, addiction, friendship, grief,
Form:
Narrative
I wandered lonely as a rose by Autumn's gate
as I lay there in still repose, petals strewn
I fell apart like dessert moon;
The scent that once perfumed my reign
were mellowed by September's rain
I drifted distant in the woods.
All my husks fell to the soil
each petal dried right where it stood
No gardener's hand of hue embroiled
that filament that quivered slow
like dying embers of nights glow
Shambled, windblown as the wind
beneath the last of summer's ray
regretfully I did rescind
As summer lost her fired splay
I wandered,
Lost and alone like a rose,
until the end of summer froze.
Categories:
shambled, appreciation, summer,
Form:
Rhyme
There is us and them, but we must learn
Who is us and who is them ... whose blood is on the floor?
Whose illusions like shambled mansions burn?
No lack of compassion here makes the suffering of the poor,
Nor closed the factory doors. None can sell
The houses closed; it's living hell in the shrivelling mines
Forget the popular explaining, or go to hell;
Mark them who mark you with the beast's cold designs.
With their newspapers, and slick bias reports
They feed delusions, hate and lies. Deprived workers made
Into self-centered seekers. O divided cohorts,
We fall a silent wall. For devalued homes, full value is paid
Or leave them for shelters so banks can twice
More their income make: first the bailout, and then resale.
All our tax money for repayment would suffice
If the bailout was vouchered to us, no business would fail.
The people would pay bills, business prosper,
Employment continues, and markets grow stronger. It's all
The truth there is to spending. Tell me mother,
With children and no tomorrow; tell me father sucking gall;
Who hoard the dollars, who hoard the gold,
Where is all the money gone? Where is credit, where is loan?
Where is the pension toiled for in the cold?
Who still makes profit, who control the banks we use to own?
Where is your spring? Why do summer trees
Die? Where there is spring the ruinates are fruiting in bloom,
Change is really more than scent of the breeze;
Where is our spring, for so long, so long the shadow of doom.
Did we not save from our sweat and sacrifice?
Could they not keep trust in that alone? we paid for the keep
Of earnings gone. They with theoretical device
Took it all, took it all. Yet it is for the broken lives that I weep.
Do we for justice march or insular issues blown
Big on every newspaper page? Do call this charade diversion?
Then why are we duped if the trick is known?
Our congress is ourselves in the streets, bring there our vision
Let us march against them, let us now defeat
The prison makers, the medical hostage takers, the pretenders
And deceit. If it's time to die, die on your feet!
Not like cowards harassed, fearful, weak, we are mass warriors!
Categories:
shambled, on work and working,
Form:
Verse
I sit on a couch
In the room
In the house
In the hood
And there's heisje:
Fixing my bike
Sending money to random sites
She's one to like
A nieghbour to a sami so shambled
Living with webs all dangled
Liking the garden outside and inside
Of a woman she lives next to thats got plant pride.
Id like to end this with a kiss
But ill end it with:Heisje,she's one to miss
(The neighbour to my aunt,who is also the main character in my other poem "my aunt's a
shrink")
Categories:
shambled, dedication
Form:
Prose Poetry
27th&28th march 2012 by: Sashi.Prabhu(zeauoxian)
Sunlight brightens the ruins a white,
The devastated & shambled walls speak to me and tell me all nite.
i merge into the walls as though i am a part of them
and now i whisper to myself about her and this is how i begin:
My love your seductive stance is so lusty
My feelings for you are passion filled and gusty.
Your hips so wide,
Your navel stares with glowing pride.
Studded on your shinning face,
Your eyes withhold a world for me to gaze.
So sensuous you’re seeking stare,
Blinds me like the suns glare.
I desire to grasp you fondly into an embrace,
And do so with comely grace.
And make you feel and see,
That I am made only for thee.
Your body I feel is smooth and suppleful silky,
Its texture to me is creamy white and sinfully milky.
Its shape is perfect in any which way,
My eyes from here to there to peek they sway.
You are unique and a dream’s reality,
Beauty and passion collides for your sensuality.
Oh! Fair woman of my dreams,
For you to be mine my heart it dearly screams.
Oh! Fair woman, in these ruined shambles,
Your curves and softness to feel my body it rambles!!!!!!
Categories:
shambled, fantasy, imagination, me, body,
Form:
Rhyme
After breaking his heart,
His love turned into hate,
All that is left is her scent,
He let go of her sweetheart,
Though it's so hard to forget,
A love story came to naught.
Trembling with alot of fear,
While playing truth or dare,
Dreams vanished into thin air,
And left a trail of total despair,
Eyes open he could see clear,
A game that ended their affair.
It was a day the rainbow tumbled,
A time when the heavens rumbled,
The night their lovelight crumbled,
Feeling like his heart was brambled,
After his love letters were scumbled,
Walking home in argony he shambled.
© Kelmwa
Categories:
shambled, addiction, anger, beauty, best
Form:
Rhyme
Unleash your reign to only I, truth be wary of accost,
Many tyrants ripple kindly, though chilled I enflame the frost,
High Thronehood, I shatter thou, endorse the Chain of fallen veins,
Gentle godhood now to falter, weep not for me, but for my blood,
O’ wisdom boldly ravished he, he whom justice shambled there,
Hostile military, flee! Humble thee within his snare,
Lastly, thou contract my heart, though my throne remains unloved,
As impunity falls to I, all souls blacken, now enclosed,
Jurisdiction of our thoughts, unattended is my Wrath,
Greatest knowledge of all men, leaveth such within my mind,
Shower nothing but sore shame, for all life is now left parched,
Prophecies of holocaust riseth strong with vengeful blood.
-Craman Yyulus, HOTK Book 4
Categories:
shambled, 12th grade, analogy, corruption,
Form:
Elegy
THE BRIDIE PRICE OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY
Quietly her love fathomed
The glittering incisor,
A puissant one unravished,
An aesthete affirmed.
Wide in comb of friend
A pilot stood aghast
In rapt marvel of a portrait.
With no joy of dislike he lust:
“I cheer a bride that loves my name;
Such that beckons cheerio in flight,
Behold her chuckling cheek
That calls a carcass alive.
Sir, mind me her love
And I shall yield gold for your care
This portrait moved me
I ogle her a wife”
In shambled voice of remorse
Thundered the hoary pa:
“This trophy of demise,
Here I pore over a piece of virtue and mourn.”
An artless astronaut sigh!
“I cherish her to the core!
And pay for such comeliness
And bids no wife alive.
An artist shall depict a jewel
And hang on my neck
In spirited honour and mourn;
I have her a myth than alive.”
Categories:
shambled, adventure, art, aubade, beauty,
Form:
Elegy
In the hushed forest a deathly silence prevailed
there was a ram shackled hut in the clearing
Three men stood in chains waiting their fate
with a bright flash the witchdoctor appeared
Cavernous of face and skeleton like body
he was a gruesome sight in his tattered rags
banging his villainous staff on the ground
he summoned the ghouls, witches and Zombies
Capering around him clambering for fresh blood
they advanced on the hapless men undoing chains
first the ghouls had their feast on fresh meat
the witches grabbed the intestines and organs
The Zombies got what was left and reshaped it
forming new Zombies to haunt the local people
so very fearsome with their red flashing eyes
they shambled slowly in a disjointed fashion
For this night of Halloween they were free
to gather souls and turn them into the undead
to serve their evil master and follow his biding
until the first rays of sun send them to the grave
Shadow Hamilton
written 10/15/2013
contest Halloween poem contest only one theme
Categories:
shambled, halloween,
Form:
Free verse
Under warmth of bearers quilt,
safe and sound in cave of red,
calmed tenderness and touched in silence,
they hang on, awaiting without a clue,
for that twilight to bless lids open.
As the clock ticks and pain rings,
they arrive in their sonorous tunes,
exchanged around in gleeful arms,
blessed aside for a mere endless journey,
on paths of boderless boundaries.
But even this chronological existence,
of the mysterious mother nature,
now falling aback in hands of mankind.
As the faces of proselytizing showing up,
those mystical brains pierced in written faiths,
a wall build and list engraved
our progenitors words in vie on them
leaving no place for questioning minds.
Guided along in bureaucratic forces,
sprinkled by verses of bygones,
but yet in their powerful adolescence,
drenched in ages, those dusty scriptures
all in charge in names of salvation.
Splurge of lavish in awash to stones,
baths in milk and profoundly honored,
but all in blind to prevailing poverty,
been deaf to cries of pathetic scavengers,
victims they become in this holy massacre.
In immense spirituality, yet veracity lost,
Swords and knives they meet in rage,
bullets they dance in their vicious stage,
holocaust begins again in names of profanity,
but yet not a glimpse from supreme being above.
Legs they in search of pilgrimage,
though unaware of underlying premonitions,
laying ahead a grave for vanquished humanity,
depraved actions in their immortality,
looms around that flame of dishonesty,
all opened ajar by keys of dismay.
an existing mirage still in their eternalize,
but never seemed to cultivate a soul or two,
would it rather be dead in eyes of all,
as the vestige of our shambled world,
now lies in hands of disguised Satanism.
Categories:
shambled, inspirational, life, philosophy,
Form:
The black curls, oh the resemblance to the night
clings to her forehead, distraught,
like the spider's web shambled,
crooked, rubbing the forehead like the harsh waters
rubbing the grey stone, by the riverside.
Polishing it maybe, intriguing,
forlorn tales hit back, yet again
saying the clandestine, monotonous, words,
one by one, the whole nine yards.
Magic, Stealth, vigour,
anonymous all the emotions,
wrapped in the grey blanket
to the body to cover the bitter marks,
The black curls, congruence to the pain,
symmetrical to the thorns,
playing angles, all the way
Oh, these black curls falls the way
it did that day.
Conundrum, play.
Categories:
shambled, courage, dedication, deep, faith,
Form:
Concrete
she woke me—
I sprawled, numb, eyeing her ass
sashay off to pee
then I sort of felt crass,
I mean, what was her name?
that’s when bells tolled
church herding its fold,
well, they can have that fake shame,
that organized ruse.
me? I live as I please
like last night with this sleaze,
oh, head tender from booze …
church Sunday? on my day of rest,
what’s-her-name still undressed?
then she shambled on back
with her bottle of Jack,
so we each downed a shot
to soothe the right spot
while steeple bells rang
and the gullible sang.
let them waste Sunday—
. I won’t … okay?
October 27, 2016
Saints and Sinners Contest
Silent One
Categories:
shambled, character, people, religion,
Form:
Rhyme