Best Shockingly Poems
Some of us are secretive at first. We hide our poetry’s soul self,
gently letting her peep out; sometimes regretting it immediately.
Fearful of critiques from people who do not understand that poetry
is something we are compelled and born to do with our feelings.
Your diary entries may form themselves into goodness or badness
before you realize your calling as a poet.
Truths shockingly ooze out, surprising you.
Feelings creep out onto a page, in loud angry letters,
or romantic feelings daintily brush onto a crisp lined page
in the form of sweetness and light.
You are a word player, because you cannot
stop this obsession, but it does not define you.
This poetry gig is but a glimmer of a glimpse of yourself.
You might be a caregiver, or a wonderful friend.
People who count on your smile every day may not realize
you have a love affair with words, and an obsession to write them.
We are each a unique jewel, mined from God’s mind.
Poetry may initiate a whisper of a tiny facet of ourselves,
but our secrets are safe. We not merely poets. We are lovers
of life, and words. Most importantly, we remain gloriously hidden
and unknown to most.
Written 12-20-18 Contest: You Are Not Defined by Poetry
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Categories:
shockingly, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
I stand trembling,
Writhing in apprehension
When I hear you sigh through your teeth
As you rush past me
Bubbling now,
My stomach swirls
My spine warms me with shivers
And my heart wants desperately to lift
The further you go,
The more every part of me sinks
I nibble my lip to fight the tears
To wrestle the heat in my cheeks
To resist releasing the boiling bile inside
Then, you return
From the corner of my eye, you draw near
I waver whether to wait or go
Then, you happen
You are there, and absolutely nothing
Makes sense
The sun is raging
The room is blurry
You stand there, shockingly clear
Uttering quick your nervous words
Eons pass in a second
And I am still standing there, ancient as dust
Feebly, frantically, I reply, but you…
You have already disappeared…
The bold doors closing,
No uncertainty in their arctic shut
The release thereafter is beyond
Torturous
I feel no relief
Only despairing resolve
Categories:
shockingly, anxiety, change, confusion, for
Form:
Narrative
Chilly the pride shredding me torn.
In soft grass I lay odd pieces
of my new wound, bloody from scorn
and wrath as pushed in my creases.
I sent harmony into flight
to secure love’s peaceful, prime feel,
but rage launched and eclipsed my light.
My heartache carved deep its reveal.
Sorrow shockingly spilled my grief
when I fell on your bitterness.
Now downed by joy’s ignorant thief,
I sad fold in grass tenderness.
Striving for life in Pleasantville,
I blindly bit regret’s whole pill.
... CayCay
2-10-17
Categories:
shockingly, abuse, character, conflict, peace,
Form:
Hybronnet
There once was a man whose big gain
of weight was now shockingly plain.
When he went for a dip
all the others would quip,
“Let's land on him, claim him for Spain!”
8/28/19
Categories:
shockingly, humor,
Form:
Limerick
"melliflous birds are still cooing in the forest of my amber dreams " (by poet)
a gift from my father - on the first day of college,
"Golden Treasury"...A book of poetry...
the first poem I read... "She Walks In Beauty".
I carried that book throughout my life, even when I stopped reading poems...
even when poetry wasn't the priority any more,
Instead I looked at recipe-books - how to improve my culinary skills,
and became almost a champion chef in a few months.
Wordsworth and Browning were far away from my thoughts,
Coleridge? Oh No! Porphyria's Lover, and Ancient Mariner...
did not exist in my world of reality!
how many glorious summers went by ~ how many frosty winters ~
Delicious food, excellent company,
chasing after active children, stressing about job-opportunities,
exotic travels, grandiose entertainment ...
had time for every little trivial thing in the world...but no time for
the book my father imagined his daughter would embrace the most!
then one miraculous day...when even my father gradually forgot
the girl who used to blossom in the world of words, and poetry....
I found my precious friend collecting dust,
neglected, discarded, in the corner of a shelf.. couldn't believe it was waiting for me with a beating heart ~
each and every page came alive with a magical touch ~
still my name clearly visible, handwritten with my father's calligraphic dexterity !
almost shaking to spot my long-lost treasure, I cried!
overwhelmed with emotions, tears fell!
as if a candle burnt and melted.
every drop of tears brought back the lavender memories ~
of an exhilarating past... my passions, my yearnings,
tender dreams of lilac hues never attained, the abandoned path I was supposed to tread ...
a path strewn with lyrics and verses, ballads and
sonnets like blazing auburn leaves of autumn ~
now shockingly empty and despairingly barren.
the forgotten aspirations and never-met goals...the tremendous sense of loss,
of crushing heart-break, of torturous frustration,
all flooded in!
many lonely years have gone by!
melliflous birds are still cooing in the forest of my amber dreams
ultimately my first love has returned !
First Place
May 15, 2021
Inspired by “ He gave her a book” contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
shockingly, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
as I contemplate the creature from afar, beads of sweat from my forehead hissing as they strike the parched august soil below, the object of my gaze lazily lifts a hand upward, tilting it slightly in the air before resting it gracefully on the ledge before him, when, eyeing me, the alien fairly flows in my direction, his hand no longer opaque but shockingly transparent, mesmerizing me as it passes through the plane of my own hand unscathed.
sere hand … fingers mine ...
earth bakes ... skeletal wind whips ...
eerie … nothing there
June 11, 2018
Categories:
shockingly, science fiction, sun, surreal,
Form:
Haibun
How Important Can a Soccer Game Be?
By Elton Camp
What recently happened in Egypt is an extreme example
But evidence of violence at soccer games is fully ample
Reports of such sports violence by fans is nothing new
But that seventy people were killed is shockingly true
Fans of the losing team out onto the field did stream
Used sharp objects, rocks metal pipes and did scream
Police or security forces were nowhere to be seen
To control those fans so violent, cruel and mean
Some Egyptians feel that the fight as actually a plan
So those who displease the authorities they can ban
What really happened, we may never come to know
But it is a disgrace when things like this become so
Categories:
shockingly, sports, soccer, violence,
Form:
Rhyme
They write in the language of perfume
flowery powdered words all layered
colours rising and lowering
in different light spectrums
as if the reader could discern
without wisened translator
their seductive dimensions
conveyed within
their small larger other worlds
notes upon notes, heady notes,
their subtle infractions
like music tinkling through
the brain bleeds, poets
and their otherworldly refrains,
naphthalene aired for old time’s sake
shaken out like clean crisp white sheets
billowing in the translucent lingerie breeze,
bedrocks shaken
the little flocks
small black murders flying
provocatively erratic stirred up
off the cobalt page
into an evocative
higher wider
elusive space
taken shockingly aback
where the heady blast
of Spirit of Hartshorn
shakes buried lover’s awake
to walk barefoot and naked
blindly in love
touching each other
through the long wet days
sugar-coated addictions
tall poppies crimson pimpernels
wading nubile through blades
of silver moon grass
licking their ankles and heels
raising their prim outskirts,
forbidden territories
within the rising mist,
the ever present,
like a breeze,
kisses their ripe
cherry orchards
unending hunger
satiated, all is manna
as they meander
through daze of
dusky dawn valleys
those garden of eden thighs,
the transparent,
slithering like hands
caressing treasure trunks
ivy leaves for plucking
further up above
the high waists
to touch what
wastes away, unheard,
what beats there,
where the crown sits
like some holy being
under its ribbed cage
red ripe like a seeded apple,
that place, just there, beating
singing some kind of hymn,
like a regulated anthem,
they're way up into their feels
like some devilish chase
like heaven's come
calling them away
They write in the language of perfume
flowery powdered words all layered
colours rising and lowering
in different light spectrums
as if the reader could discern
without wisened translator
their seductive dimensions
some things are better
left unsaid
like this Magdalene,
K.I.S.S.
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Categories:
shockingly, heaven, romance, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
There are “functional psychopaths” among us,
different from their murderous counterparts
who use their detached, unflinching and charismatic personalities
to succeed in mainstream society,
and in some fields of work most shockingly
the more psychopathic individuals are more likely to succeed.
We all possess psychopathic tendencies.
It's a scale along which we all sit within varying degrees.
The brilliant neurosurgeon who lacks empathy
has more in common with a Ted Bundy than we'd like to believe,
and that mugger in the parking lot lit very dimly
may well in fact have the same nerveless poise as a titan of industry.
Society as a whole is more psychopathic than it could ever be.
Fearless, confident, charming, ruthless, and focused are all qualities
that are tailor-made for success in the twenty-first century,
and all of the above mentioned qualities
are very dominant in every psychopath's personality.
It is our much maligned dark side that often reveals
the trump cards of success functional psychopaths conceal.
Categories:
shockingly, people,
Form:
Rhyme
They say confessional poetry is repressed sexuality, I believe it don’t you?
I’m a man who puts sanctions on his mind, and chains around my soul, wall's surrounding my own heart.
It has been so long since my bare skin has felt the bare skin of a girl, so long, that I do not want to even begin to imagine when,
Was the last time I locked lips with a girl, held her hand, or stroked her willing hair with my eager hands,
Oh how long it has been.
I’m an idealistic guy who chooses to shut myself into this sanctuary, my own isolation.
A man who tortures his own heart, with a soul that screams and a mind that is close to falling apart.
Infected by rumination.
Imagination suffocated by expectation.
Lofty goals and desperate attempts to achieve some jaded sense of moral fulfillment.
Any meager milestone that will put this ambition to rest, motivated by stress, obligations, and promises best left repressed.
So hopeful a dreamer who, like a young child I reach to the sky, stand tall for a little while then take an all too familiar slide into depression,
A self-created, self-directed, self-manufactured tragedy.
But self-determined to feed this wild ambition, this reservoir of fire.
An energy so shockingly, so alarmingly evident in everything I do, so competitive, so confrontational, so controversial, all I want is to be conversational.
I don’t blame the world for my troubles, we all have burdens to bear, crosses to carry, thoughts that vary.
We choose to be positive or cynical, an optimist, a motivator or a pessimist, to be inspired, to be admired, to receive respect, to let go of regrets.
To love, and to be loved, to be touched and not resist, to give in but not up our inhibitions, to just be freely in this moment, if only for a moment, to let our bodies dance.
To not be critical of romance, to have peace with this world, if only for a day, then today is the day,
That I need a Girl.
Categories:
shockingly, desire, inspiration, love,
Form:
Romanticism
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What kids are watching on telly
are crimes and crimes in all variety!
Crimes of hate
crimes of passion
acting it out at shocking rate
thinking in some wild fashion
then ending up cell mates!
When kids watch their movie heroes
shoot down people with the gun
they are incited to do the same
to achieve some thrill and fun.
When they see their very film star
slash someone's throat in a fit of anger
they think well of crimes of rage
and plunge everybody else into danger.
The tendency to portray the violent scene
luridly and shockingly on the Big Screen
Ah even for the small screen, tis the gory
that makes for the dark and thrilling story.
Now that technology's long opened this pandora's box
the dispersal of amplified social ills ain't no hoax
The rowdy hoodlums and reckless gangsters
are simply by-products of Tv influences
The world watches the thriving of the bully-boy pranksters
passively in helpless terror of their offences.
It's all portrayal of the vulgar, the obscene
by that devious Silver Screen
And the horror movie
though it may seem groovy
begets the horrendous
and drills evil thoughts subliminally
into the subconscious!
It's an unrestrained dark faking
of real life reality exaggerating
Whether it's Bollywood in the East
or it's Hollywood in the West
they don't merely impart tactics of defence
but rather those of aggressive offence
Viewing those gruesome swashbuckling films
gives rise to morbid sadistic whims
Flipping through the TV channels
just ponder if the telly's the perfect channel
of information is it a proper panel?
Dad always tells me, 'fear ye the roaches' flicking antennae?
While you oughtta fear the influence
of 'em' flickering images by dish antennae'.
Then a mere single merit that I dug
as I drank cappucino in my mug
that atleast one couldn't live in a bubble
daily watching the bubblebug.
Ah but then tougher gun laws couldn't halt
even underage shooting sprees
Rather it's stringent scanning of Tv content
that might make it all cease
Parental supervision too tis gravely essential
Should've been of parental code quintessential
So the next time you catch your teen
absorbed and engrossed while glued to the screen
Just sleuth a bit just to make sure
that for the x-rated he's not too keen!
Categories:
shockingly, addiction, film, youth,
Form:
Didactic
The bill declared, in bright red ink,
“Your payment’s overdue.
We’ll hand it to collectors
If your check’s not coming through.”
Insurance said they’d paid it;
Prior phone calls should’ve ended it.
At last I reached a human
Who, quite shockingly, amended it.
Not only that, he went beyond
And then apologized.
I must admit, such virtue
Left me more than just surprised.
I’ve gotten used to business folk
Where nasty is the norm.
How rare to find a person who
To meanness won’t conform.
Although I hated being charged
For what I didn’t owe,
I learned civility’s not dead
And that’s so nice to know!
Categories:
shockingly, business, people,
Form:
Rhyme
It is not only the candle wick that burns this windy autumn night.
There was a tinge of scarlet as well - now shockingly visible! -
behind the beige drapes of the dilapidated living room
of a cobwebbed cottage (both internal and external).
One last great burst of flame was extinguished,
as the heavenly lantern was swallowed whole;
and in its place, spewed out, one crater
filled silver sickle of a harvest moon.
Can you feel from temple to temple
stagnant synapses reassemble?
As bloated television screens
for the final time dwindle
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Categories:
shockingly, appreciation, change, imagery, introspection,
Form:
Shape
Rick was an ineptly clad lad
whose wardrobe was shockingly bad.
The he got a sweetheart
with taste like a fine art
who converted him from plain to plaid.
Categories:
shockingly, marriage,
Form:
Limerick
Yearnings so incredibly wide and deep
yet stagnant in the zone of a brother
charity and gifts, expect her to keep
follows a route to the hands of another
she leaves the newest car to chase a Jeep
the third heart shockingly says don't bother
thus, into another Life it wants to creep
but gets responses as light as the feather
these approaches serve as a badly timed raid
receiving brutal defenses with no cure
two guys and two ladies on a tight braid
each so difficult even to procure
every hopeful open heart is afraid
the first guy, the last girl wants to secure.
Categories:
shockingly, longing, lost, lost love,
Form:
Sonnet