Best Shocking Poems
It started as a whisper, faint,
A voice that slithered through my brain.
Not my own, but just as clear,
A presence lurking ever near.
At first, a shudder down my spine,
A fleeting thought that wasn’t mine.
Hands that moved without command,
Footsteps shifting in the sand.
My mouth would form a stranger’s sound,
Words escaping, unprofound.
My mirror’s face, though still my own,
Reflected something not alone.
I fought with will, with endless dread,
A war inside my weary head.
Yet every day, it took its claim,
My mind was dark, my soul felt maimed.
And then one night, no battle came,
No voice, no force, no phantom’s name.
Just silence where the echo stayed—
Was I the one who’d been betrayed?
Had I fought, or had I fled?
Was I me… or was I dead?
Two neighbors gossiped over an electric fence and were shocked at the news...
Limerick : Once a shocking Norseman crowned Viking
Once a shocking Norseman crowned Viking
Took his flaxen men on an ice outing
They lusted for fat Finns
Knocked walrus and dolphins
Why Arctic now with Vi-wal-phins seething.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Every man, woman and child really admires
\The men and women fighting the bushfires
Some deliberately lit, the worst of all sins
The fires roar fiercely in the strong winds
Hundreds of square miles have burnt to the ground
Poor people watching their houses burning down
Just to see it on television is a terrible shock
Gone are farms, houses, buildings and stock
Feel sorry for these people, nothing at all left
Over sixty poor buggers have burnt to death
For weeks us Aussies have suffered dreadful weather
Stinkin' bushfires will bring people closer together
Loosing everything you own must be incredibly rough
The country people will survive, they are terribly tough
Why would anyone want to cause so much pain?
Bastards who lit these fires have no bloody brains
Bushfires are terrible, what an awful way to die
Not much we can do really, but to wonder why
Burnt out cars with poor buggers stuck inside
Couldn't beat the flames, had nowhere to hide
Everyone will be praying, of that there`s no doubt
Hopefully soon, all them damn fires will be out
As I write this, even worse than I`d feared
Whole Victorian towns have simply disappeared
With the winds howling the fires move faster
How can the lord let this happen, a natural disaster?
Mother Nature has dealt out one hell of a hand
Fires in two states and floods in Queensland
Only thing I can offer, not much that is true
To all you poor buggers, my thoughts are with you
I can`t remember anything worse in all my years
Nobody will look, without shedding some tears
Not much we can do to help ease the pain
Guess I`ll pray to God, send down some rain
I think tonight, everyone will be saying their prayers
Hoping the fires are out, that none of them flares
SHOCKING!!!!!!!! WHAT? THAT?
Bad taste?
They know not what is at stake
They do as they please
Then later beg for forgiveness
A right sin
And a dismal business
Nothing is shocking anymore
To thump each other
They go to the extremes of bad taste
The exotic of the past
Is now the mundane of today
To push the boundaries of rascality
Is the new wanton game
Played by trouble makers galore
To shock is to liven up
What a rebellious few
Think is dreary and staid
But is the result of good taste?
Actions we take now do tell
A story to our future
What of our legacy?
Will our avant-garde seem
Nothing but a real shame?
Critics slam with hyperbolic feelings
Prolonging a naturally temporary phase
The rebellion against the norm
Is but a turbulent teenage phase
Desperation for fame
Pushes the tactless
To seek increasingly embarrassing ways
To force our senses to
Confront what is best left private
Books
Art
The stage
All are infiltrated by the listless crew
Who seem hell-bent on defacing decency
Nudity
Crassness
Debauchery
Bad talent
No longer have critics powerful enough to
Cauterize such abject mood swings
Of artiste who feel no shame
Extending the boundaries
Of moral inhibition is not new
Those that claim to be even more shocking
Know not the history of petty rebellion
They are just another transient few
Decency has lost its unsung heroes
Who slash canvasses
And cover up the detritus of artistic license
Those who oppose any act
That does make us think
Examine or
Analyse our existence in new ways
Are deemed too sensitive for modern life
They are accused of bleaching creativity
To be a rogue is best
To impose any limits seems
To rascals as wilful distress but
Trendsetters don’t often know best
electric catfish
defend with power discharge
shock to capture prey
April 20, 2018
haiku Contest
By Mick Talbot
Theme - Fish
Seventh Place
We can't hide our tears because it's painful
Let us cry,lets the tears drop it can heal the pain
It was an empty bus and they made it full
It was like a prepared journey for them to go to heaven
It's sad with their school uniform they got an accident
Yes.It's painful.
We can't hide our tears because we lost the young generation
Young boys and girls with goals and dreams to achieve
They die with them in their hearts and the gap is left to the nation
Their parents are crying because they trusted are going to school when they left home
But sadly,the journey turned into another direction
Yes.It's painful
Yes,we can cry but no one to blame
Only God knows because he gave us life
Lets join together to make the prayers for them
It touches our hearts when we think about them
No way out because our journey is the same
Let us raise our voices and say R.I.P to them.
"IN MEMORIES OF YOUNG STUDENTS WHO DIED WITH AN ACCIDENT"
May 6,2017.ARUSHA,TANZANIA.
Baby shock in the treetop;
When wind blows with speed.
Baby shock by the crackling;
When the sound exceed.
A Shocking Sight at Burger King
By Elton Camp
What I saw at Burger King the other day
It is sort of hard to find the words to say
It wasn’t a sandwich all filled with fat
Or too much salt--nothing at all like that
Nor was it a shake entirely devoid of milk
No, no it was not a single thing of that ilk
I didn’t see a roach scurrying on the floor
So that I didn’t want to eat there anymore
Nor was the health rating some dismal score
The place was nice and clean just as before
The customer getting food astonished me
One with a clown suit & hair red as can be
“Ronald McDonald, is it you,” I said
He gave a big grin and nodded his head
society’s scars
subversive subtlety---
soulless spirits seek
© Harry J Horsman 2011
That night, I stood beneath the tree
as rain was dripping down on me,
then it thundered; lightning struck -
'Ohhh no,' I sizzled, 'just my luck.'
Well, fellow stinging malarial insects
They really chloroformed us this time
You got the latest stats, Buzzer?
Check, Bleeder: Read 'em and weep
3,400,000 dead; 1 wounded
Just a minute, there, Buzzer. One wounded?
That's right, Bleeder. Critical condition too
What's this weirdo's diagnosis, if I may ask?
Check, Bleeder. Doc says he was OTAA on-arrival
And just what is OTAA?
Over-the-anthill-anyway, sir.
Check, Buzzer... He gone!
his gulosity grew at such velocity – an atrocity
Not many, will ever get, the pleasure,
not many, will ever get, the chance, to be.
Instead one is standing, in the place, of many,
whom for all, fight for, those, to be free.
Staying in unfamiliar, unwelcome countries,
where one is a target; while there, at the scene.
One can not divert, thoughts away, from mission,
or else, find oneself; in the final, rest of lean.
Unfortunate not all, will even, come back,
is real life, unlike movie, can't be, in rehearse.
As one flies, to there final destination,
they're in an american flag box, going in a hearse.
Giving is the one, whom fights, is their life,
in regards, is a respectable and beautiful honor.
When some mock and ridicule the blood shed,
suffered by all, it's an insulting, shocking horror.
My arm hurts, that is well known
The damage it has bestowed
Upon me is very great
Nerve damage shocks me
Russell Sivey
Nerve damage, like the damage I have, does this “phantom pain” in the damaged area; you feel this incredible pain anywhere from 6 seconds to 30 seconds. This pain is like an electric shock and man, does it ever hurt! On a good day you might feel the pain only maybe 20-35 times during the day. On a bad day however you would feel the pain around 100-150 times that day, sometimes more! Trust me it gets old and you want for it to end but there’s no way to remedy it!