Best Skew Poems
Sitting beneath the stellar awning
Humbly, shall I comemmorate
Before the sun, creeps in crawling
Every star shall I dedicate
To you, My Love; Look at the skies
For you, My Love, I most despise.
To you, I say, in subtle north
Go tell him how my heart did bleed
When he did scowl, as I put forth
The ways I cared and loved indeed
You'd kiss my wounds - control, condole
Then skew them deeper, slaying my soul.
In far east, you, so bright yet blank
Have you not seen how hard i wept?
When flowed his eyes, his tears I drank
Did you not count my nights unslept?
And blind, was I, to your disguise
Gaze up, My Love, go find your lies!
Weep not, My friend, most close-knit
For you did taste deception bitter
Dazzled like queen, down south you sit
Mere a pawn now of waning glitter
Concur I, My Love, all pretence is sweet!
Until falls the cloak, and truth does greet.
Toppled, as I, did west monarch shiver
Warned of haste; but he'd cried my name
Limits, leaped I, not a blink's quiver
For cared I not, if world did blame
In pain, My Love, at me, you mocked
Alone, My Love, left me, you debauched!
Sorrow, the sacrifice, you did witness
O! Glazing Moon! Make haste and tell
How profound is hatred, beneath this breast
Where, drenched in love, a heart did dwell
Upon you, My heart, I swear, I proclaim
Sha'n't ever bleed in eye, sha'n't ever take his name.
Lo! Behold! Last thing, I wish to confess
If I say unto you, shall I be relieved
For you know me, my heart at best
If I say unto you, shall I be believed
No matter how high may hatred soar
I own, my love shall weigh ever more!
Categories:
skew, lost love, loveheart, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: June 26, 2023
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In this vast realm of treacheries untamed,
Where existing accessories are named,
No spry remedies to heal the soul's plight.
We're left to wander through the darkest night.
But what's passed speaks through memories so true,
A reflection of the things we once knew,
Recall them as we dearth, with a twist.
Inserting our frame of mind, we insist.
Such as a kaleidoscope, time spins and turns.
Revealing the colors of all that we've learned,
Each moment is a fragment, a piece of the whole.
A tapestry woven within our souls.
The past is a canvas for us to explore.
A treasure-trove of emotions galore,
But what lens shall we exert to view it unfold?
Which perspective will we screen to behold?
Shall we adjust the lens with a gentle touch?
To focus on joy, the moments we cherish much?
Or twist it with force to magnify pain.
And wallow in sorrow again and again?
Perhaps we'll skew the lens to create a haze.
And blur the memories that our hearts cannot face.
The kaleidoscope of time holds the key.
To shape our past as we wish it to be.
So let us embrace this power we hold.
To mold our history and to be bold.
In the kaleidoscope of time,
We control the narrative and the rhyme.
Let us paint a picture of love and delight.
Of triumph and courage, shining so bright.
With each twist and turn, we can redefine
The tapestry of our lives is so divine.
Categories:
skew, change, earth, environment, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Temple of the Gods
Within the realities, unseen deified admits a parallel preen
A shielded smokescreen for their succus is made unclean
In the matriarchal machine a throne tallat for the Queen
A calumnious convene in illusions that dered and demean
The fallen Angels level in their banishing bedaubed bedevil
In ruins ravaging, they revel a tenacious tenet of their temple
For their mendacious meddle we are the reifier of our vessel
We wilfully wrestle and retire in our denned deceived nestle
We are the many among the few evitative as we quietly ensue
For we must rise and renew all sexes seduced within their skew
Time to be trusted and true him or her who sees the veils thru
Constructs that construe dimensional drifts solos in the goo.
A Palindrome is a word or phrase which reads the same backwards as forwards, such as madam
deified – past tense of "to deify", meaning to consider as a god
succus – any of various liquids excreted by animals or plants
tallat--A loft.
dered – past tense of "to dere", an archaic word meaning to harm
level – various common meanings
tenet – a belief or principle
reifier – someone who reifies (considers an abstract concept to be real)
denned – past tense of to den, meaning to live in a den
evitative – a grammatical case indicating fear or aversion.
sexes – plural of sex
sees – third-person present tense of ‘to see’
solos – plural of solo
May.08.2018
Palindromes
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Categories:
skew, evil, power, prison,
Form:
Rhyme
Get in shape, lose some weight.
Every year it’s always the same.
Read a book, stay home and cook,
And I only have myself to blame.
Till some land, lend a hand.
You’d think that I’d be smart enough,
Cards to send to a sick friend,
To ignore this self-improvement stuff.
Get more sleep, don’t sell cheap.
But it is an annual institution,
Take a class, use less gas.
To make a New Year’s resolution.
Eat less meat, be more discrete,
Why must they always be so hard?
Be more caring, try more sharing,
This time of year puts me on my guard.
Be more polite, sleep at night,
I wish for an easy way I will confess.
Work hard all day, don’t over stay,
To keep the resolutions that I express.
Only say what you mean today,
What if I only made an easy pick?
Do your best to skew the test,
Then my word would surely stick.
Eat more snacks, take more naps,
I’ll confuse my karma and trick it.
Watch TV, look out for me,
This might be just the ticket.
Stay up late while cheating fate,
This is a New Year’s revolution,
I’ll make my list then I’ll insist,
That I keep this year’s resolution.
And when it’s time to stay in line,
But my promises I fail to keep.
I’ll not hide as I backslide,
As the benefits I will reap.
I’ll be complete whenever I cheat,
And by default I’ll do what I should.
It won’t make me sad when I do bad,
Because my failing will only do me good.
Categories:
skew, funny, holiday, me, me,
Form:
Light Verse
31/10/18
Beneath a pale sky of bleakest white,
Songs carried by the eastern wind,
The faint sounds of flutes and lesser known cries,
Reveal a surface less skimmed.
The slowest of flicks by a wise older wrist,
With contentment despite all the noise,
A story to tell at the call of five bells,
Displaying of true grace and poise.
Manicured plants, slow songs and arts,
Early Sundays a skew,
To walk on this road, a foreign mind wanders,
To feel one of only a few.
This once was a place of long pondered dreams,
Of esthetic smoke screens,
Of mystery wonder and awe,
Now shrouded behind bureaucratic decline,
Can China be China once more?
Categories:
skew, beautiful, happiness, health, morning,
Form:
Free verse
The Haunted House
Abandon all hope on haunted hill enter the house with a bitter chill
Walking bold with a thrashing thrill breaking through the rusted grille
The door slams shut as we look behind now facing fear and confined
We roam the bowels in darkness blind shaking silly to what we find
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Spiders finish their webbing spin and entangle with our shrieking skin
The house grumbles a grunting grin so it may welcome its kindred kin
Spirits approach to dance and dine as we stand with a shrinking spine
The floor is set for a spooking shrine the broods macabre now entwine
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Necromancer of the nefarious night waking the dead in a frantic freight
Evening emulous enchantress in flight descending from a haunting height
Caldrons cabalistically calm in their still before the fire breaks their will
The ravens caw a shivering shrill and the wolves salivate a bloody spill
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Open caskets appear in a vaporous view attended by a skeleton crew
Witches walking with a shriveled skew as warlocks wine in their woo
Tombstones lift above the ground the dead arise to break the mound
Admits shattering screams that surround only wake the hilltop hound.
Aug.12.2018
The Haunted House (Scare Me or Make Me Laugh)
Sponsored by: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
Placed 4'th
Categories:
skew, dark, house, scary,
Form:
Quatrain
He glances ‘round the crowded room,
Where laughter sparks and joy resumes.
He plays along, a practiced mime—
Lifts his lips, but not in time.
For somewhere deep, his mind has flown,
His soul long gone, he stands alone.
What’s left behind, a hollow frame—
A shadowed man without a name.
And oh,
You cannot feign what isn’t true.
So smiles, like paint, began to skew—
A circus mask, a jester’s frown,
The silent tears of one worn down.
The clown remained, as days went by,
But joy, it wilted, left to die.
Behind the lens, a smile posed—
But all that gleamed was false, composed.
Where is the laughter? Where’s the cheer?
What once was light now disappears.
And all that’s left when curtains drown,
Are soft and salty tears of a clown.
He tried to hide the ache with grace,
But sorrow shimmered on his face.
And though he smiled, his eyes betrayed—
The hush where happiness once stayed.
Why, love—
It was the tears of a clown.
Categories:
skew, dark, sad,
Form:
Lyric
Night's grassy fields furrowed beneath starry bait,
calls us to cast ourselves upon the straw,
above the Pointillist's daubs spark a hungry slate
to entice our soul while we chew our chaw.
Where we render ourselves like straw
we skew limbs and mimic far-off Orion,
enflame our heart while we chew on chaw
and drink ourselves numb on Milky Way ions.
Limbs askew we guard like Orion,
count falling stars and bargain our wishes,
drunk on Milky Way ions,
we battle mosquitoes with snaps and swishes.
Counting falling stars that grant our wishes,
we poll the planets and ignore Man's moons,
battle free of mosquito's little bitty swishes,
we hope for snipe, snipe and settle for morning loon.
Planet's poll finished and ignored void of Moon,
let's us cradle beneath stardust flaring Bourealis,
until our hope for snipe is settled by morning loon,
when we rise on frozen limbs heated by sun's kiss.
Heart cradled within stardust-flaring Bourealis,
mind drifting on Pointillist drape of hungry slate,
no longer wobbling on limbs heated by sun's kiss,
we're content night cultivated our star-mad fate.
Sheri Fresonke Harper
for Paula Swanson's Pantoum Contest due 12/10/2010
Categories:
skew, spacehope, morning, stars,
Form:
Pantoum
Crime Against Humanity
Violence's the human disposition
of last resort
Check the talk, skew the walk,
in the court of popular, Christ wasn't
soft
Lunge at his daughters killer, man
tries to soothe his heart
Of senseless violence, the mass
destruction that is so off
Unhinged sensation in the minds
of feeble men
Lack justification for wantonly
killing our fellow human
Tales of past exploit regale history
And taught in class
The next monster seeps,
already the tear of the family sear deep
Justice they seek
but, the wheel of repeat has dug
its teeth
and save except a monumental
effort to retrace our step
that bright light of progress will
be bloodied humanity crimes
regret.
Categories:
skew, community, death, emotions, family,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Sitting on a pew
Grilling and skew
Cravings that streak
Gravy of the mountain peak.
Sauces and condiments laid
Sprinkled, dashed and said
Vegetables, meat and bread
Cooked, baked and knead.
Reserving, consuming energy from tree
Drinking, nibbling like spree.
Waiting for the next bonfire and gaze
Rollicking with charcoal, dust and blaze.
A shooting star from the night so dark
Oozing with smoke and might that spark
Writing your name in the dark board of chart
Weaving canvass in your heart of art.
Categories:
skew, firework,
Form:
Personification
The cry is a teardrop, unheard
Among all the others in a curtain of teardrops.
You stand in the rain that falls out of nothing
The way gray cats move through back street alleys...
The way we learn to live.
You stand obscured - outer edges indivisible
With all your mistaken emotion
Whose passion is spent for coppers....
Planes and angles leading inward - always inward...
An off-color blueprint
Melting in the weighted air above you;
A black & white parallelogram slightly out of skew.
Close in upon yourself - close in...
You used to hold the world at bay
Before you got bone weary,
Wild and bitter....
Cheeks and lashes wet with rain,
Or is it rain, after all...?
Is it really the rain
Or your excuse to stand there like an afterthought,
Fugitive from someone else's deeper scheme
Who put their name to yours...?
Standing in the rain,become the rain;
Become a cry.
Become a teardrop in a curtain of teardrops...
One single moment at twilight hangs suspended;
You turn in the nimbus of half-light mist
To find the street signs gone.
Become invisible.
Become a cry against the teardrops.
Become lost in the curtain..
Do not become at all..
The world is just a shade too slick for you,
Even as the curtain falls...
Even as your curtains fall
Wicked witches aren't the only ones who melt...
Wicked witches aren't the only ones at all...
Categories:
skew, fantasy, world, cry,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Stan even has a coloring book available on Amazon.com at https://www.amazon.com/Stan-Busy-Snail-Gail-DeBole/dp/B09MDVQLTR
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Poem written by Gail DeBole on 11/8/2015 and updated on 6/18/2018
Lying upside down
Unaware of upside down
A gust uprights Stan
Antenna Askew
Neck stretches to the heavens
The skew is gone
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Categories:
skew, animal, humorous, nature,
Form:
Haiku
The grass was high, as were the weeds,
But on TV so were race-car speeds
I watched the turns - watched the spins
(My driver added to his wins!) … so …
Wife cut the grass.
A screen-door hinge was all a-skew
Gosh-darned thing had rusted through
But winnin’ down at Bowl-A-Lot
Was somethin’ at which I had a shot … so …
Wife fixed the hinge
Went ice-fishin’ – in my NEW truck,
With my pals, Ted and Buck … but
Kitchen sinks’ pipes were froze …
But, they’d thaw-out I supposed … so …
Wife fixed the pipes
Amy Beth – my wife’s sis
Sure “fills-out” her bodice
So she and I took a drive
(Showed her how I “skin” dive!) … and …
Wife said nuthin’
When I came home from work today
Wife weren’t here – she’d gone away
Why she’s gone – I got no clue
Guess I spoiled ‘er through ‘n through
Lawyer’s gonna hurt me
Categories:
skew, abuse, hilarious, humor, humorous,
Form:
Lyric
Poets who spew
Poets who haven’t a glue
Poets who use words
To intimidate and skew
Opinions twisted in division
Instead of healing societies wounds
When serving men are killed in cold blood
No matter my view
My heart bleeds for their families
Compassion is my vision
I am NO THUG
Notes: Dedicated to 2 police officers killed on duty in cold blood in New York City.
At the time of this tragedy, it is tasteless and crude to write anything at all that
Belittles men who serve. With all that has happened in the United States, concerning the police, let us remember, most serve and defend with pride, we must bring people together
Not divide and especially not spew hatred and falsehoods. God bless
Categories:
skew, community, inspiration, philosophy,
Form:
Light Verse
Five lobes of the brain have we evolved
All doing different jobs but all intervolved.
And all these lobes, just mm thick
But still so unique and they do the trick.
This layer, as thin as can be
Cell bodies, gray matter in both you and me.
All the lobes does a number of things
And to the table each will bring
Some special function not shared at all
And each function is nothing small.
The frontal lobe deals with movement
Having fun or paying the rent.
Anterior to the central sulcus
The primary motor cortex, homunculus.
And on it the body pattern distorted
With motor efferent numbers reported.
On the opposite end is the occipital lobe
And for magazines is the vogue.
For vision here is processed such
That colors we see are so much
Trichromatic we’re called because we see three
Blue, green and red, the cones we can see.
The temporal lobe is on the side
And its importance we will not slide.
The auditory cortex on this region
Has a map of each audition.
Different frequencies along a line
That allow our hearing to be sublime.
And this tonotopic map, just to make it more fun,
Is exactly the same in everyone.
Olfaction is also found on this part
The last stop for smell, quite far from the start.
The only sense that isn’t modified
And gets to the brain without being tried.
Under the temporal hidden from view
A lobe of importance you should not skew.
It is the center for pain and taste.
Life without flavor, what a waste.
And of course pain, not to be ignored
Never builds up, never gets ignored.
Last the parietal, a very odd place
The association cortex coordinating space.
This is where you first perceive touch
And the ability you have is much.
The sensory afferents that lead there
All must need to share
The area behind the sulcus central
Allows you to feel your dog, your best pal.
And the homunculus there functions the same
But this one has sensory function for fame.
Sensory afferents taking up space
So you can have feelings all over your face.
Categories:
skew, science,
Form:
Rhyme