Best Striken Poems
HELP! HELP!
She is sinking,
Sinking into the abyss of despair.
Her brain is striken And her mind is stifled.
She has been enervated.
Her integrity is being manipulated,
Irrationality acts as spring board to moral decadence,
Opacity then entangles her efficiency
While her eminence sleeps.
She became vulnerable.
Poor thing, she is raped, maimed and looted.
Has she not been violated?
Does her plight warrants a revolution?
However, she demonstrated.
She shrilled,
"No!", "No!"
She pleaded with her predators.
All these were to no avail
Her future seems gloomy
As the predators succeeded in orchestrating yet another tragedy.
Engulfed in this evident realm of adversity.
She sits and ponders
With tears flooding her miserable cheeks.
She then cried,
HELP! HELP!
I am sinking,
Sinking into the abyss of despair.
Demitrios the golden Spartan captain sets sail for Italy
against the western wind; he will certainly mourn Piraeus,
and with sorrow-striken eyes, he'll invoke Poseidon.
Then he'll depart carrying the long hunting horn.
The small vessel will hold out and he won't fear waves,
but he laughs at Ares--who despises all kinds of irony.
Occasional gusts soothe the skin on his noble face,
unwrinkled and unrugged. Spring water should
quench his dry tongue; it's too warm and tasteless.
Stored in a huge amphora which depicts faces
of gods and warriors engaged in warfare,
it has the same warmth of the sweat that drips
from his hot forehead that has turned red.
Ahead, wisps of fog arise--an imagery whale.
Beyond there are perils and certain delights;
thoughts of danger will perturb him, thoughts
of discovery will enthrall him. He will be experiencing
them on his voyage--what he desires is smooth sailing.
He has heard of sirens and cyclops,
of fertile valleys and fields of yellow wheat;
of buffalos that roam, of goats and sheep that bleat.
How amazed he will be to find rocks
to build the New City*on that pristine shore--
he will declare his Queen sitting in the marble throne!
Demitrios the golden Spartan captain sets sail for Italy
to escape Achille's curse; he refuses to hide in the wooden horse,
he will never return to Greece. Athens and Sparta will not fight
with swords and arrows; their grand plan is to win war by deceit.
Cleverness will defeat the Trojans. Only Helena foresees the worse;
they don't heed her words--Troy will fall to the enemy.
* The New City: Neapolis ( Naples ).
Truth lies in these eyes of mine.
You won't look into,
Cannot immerse yourself in...
What's real.
I'm not trying,
Fear of failure or something wicked,
Do only morose things come out of feeling?
A mouth unspeaking,
Potential upbringing,
Sway me in your direction.
It could be easy,
This intertwining of old wires,
Chewed apart by this beast of heart,
This lych of adoration,
Breathing and beating and reeling.
I'm unconcious and on fire.
You are immovable,
Striken by ice.
At the pivitol parts of this world,
We need eachother most...
And we could very well kill eachother.
Maybe we have,
And what was once..
Shant be forgotten..
For if fire and ice were to combine,
I wouldn't be lost,
Nor would we be without the sun..
This love in my eyes,
Would truly be mine.
Tears fall without much thought,
Nothing left nothing sought,
Crippled by your thoughtless acts,
Marked by the unfortunate facts.
Heart was lifted above with ecstacy,
Seeming farther away towards heresy,
Once a word would give me life,
Now pain-striken when you say wife.
Thought destined to live life full,
Loving you made me the fool,
Sacrce had i thought twice with you,
My heart broken because of you.
Thoughts full of sickened hate,
So much lost it's too late,
Once I've loved now i hate,
Broken because of loves poor fate.
The titanium in me explodes and burns
so much that even oceanic amounts
of the waters cannot stand its rage.
I adore you and reverence your body so madly
that the awareness of my breathe
stands a great chance of permanent amnesia.
You turn me on to the glory of an evening’s tenderness
and litter my erotic desires with the fulfillment
of a new dawn’s scintillating glamour.
Mere sight of you puts me on the pendulum of pleasures,
swinging from one end of passionate comfort
to its opposite end of immeasurable happiness.
You’ve never disappointed my longings
and my devastating cravings of you
with that systematic and naughty soul-rehydrating
ability of your eve’s tantalizing instincts.
You are that special design, technically drawn
by the heavens on the white board of my heart.
You’re that simple being, molded with elements
of complexities which are bagged by
such softness of womanhood so capable of converting
a winter striken garden to a completely green yard.
Who’s the chosen one of the codes of your hidden treasury?
Love is definitely a beautiful thing
this union has captured it in an irresistible bedroom,
so let the fire keep on burning to bed it well.
Envisions of a new world order
Have infected
My ideologies
Concerning political parties.
Apathetic to the suicide bomber
Clutching his holy scripture
As Jesus is turned
Into an aborted fetus.
Starving for liberation,
Feed us.
The refugee diet
Is to die for, try it.
Stomachs bellow
As anxious toes embrace dirt,
The ravenous pride of the nation
Echoes anticipation.
A scrambled breakfast
Governed by corruption
Served with a life time
Supply of fervent AIDS
Lunch smothered in rape
With a free side of abduction
For the main course:
Genocide platter
Mass produced for thousands
Guaranteed to be
The last meal you'll need.
Original recipe
Provided by Chef Hitler
Improved by Africans.
Honor roll,
Honorable
But when you're in the projects
Good grades
Don't stop strays
Or minimum wage
This is a power point;
Bullet points puncture.
Marauder role models
Personal drive
Is micro soft
Where are their goals?
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Link to ambition missing
No need to excel
Brain is a blank desktop
That's screen saver
Screams for a savior
Poverty striken hompage
Frozen
Black plague virus
No chance at
Socio-economic advance
Now tomorrow you face book
Crash.
A diploma and welfare check,
Makeshift teflon vest,
At best
Yet,
A mic or a round ball
Provides the best bet.
At ease soldier,
No questions vet.
We don't ask
You don't tell.
Afterall,
We don't even know
What your really fighting for
Or whether you aim to please
Or shoot to kill.
America was stolen from natives,
Built by immigrants.
Dear foreigners,
Thank you for making our bed,
Now sleep outside
Where the homeless won't
But beware of dehydration
Land mines
Barbed wires
And snipers.
P.S. Happy Thanksgiving.
Sincerely,
Your friends in America
I see society with my eyes closed
And wade for the truth.
Diving into the obscure
Pits of morality
Searching blindly
For enlightenment,
Butterfly stroke.
Inhaling the souls of slaves
Exhaling the souls of colonists
Civil rights submerged
Drowning at the border
Gasping for freedom.
This oppression is toxic.
Ammonia aroma
Intellectual paralysis
Socially concious coma.
Divided we've stood
United we'll fall.
-Stephen Kofi Opare Obeng
heart snapped off hearing the news of my friend's unforeseen scarring mishap
Disclaimer: This unpredicted incident happened in the year 2009 when I was in 9th grade.My friend Vivek met with frightening tragedy while he was riding bike along with his cousin sitting behind.Unfortunately,
his brother died on spot and my friend was mercifully rescued.Attaining deep injuries was in a state of coma.
A major shock to his family and us(classmates and teachers).Striken by grief we held him in our faith & prayers every single day for his progress & arrival.
In a month or two we heard he was normal but had required rest for few months.
We were all excited to meet him once he came back to school though felt bitter looking at his scars everyday. Now he is perfectly all right and blissful young man.
Recalling his mishap evokes trembling tears in my eyes even today..!!
9-3-2020
Note:My most unforgettable moment in my High school Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by JCB Burl.
Trying to walk down a blood striken street,
not easy with bare feet,
I looked at the floor in a daze,
dazed and confused,
and totally bemused,
frost bite in my frozen bue and greyish toes,
I started to glare at myselfin the distant dim street lamp,
a shadow of my former self,
skeletal, malnourished,
my broken heart skipped a beat.
I sunk to the floor,
ashamed, terrified, at what I had become,
my lonely addiction fueled mornings turned to day's,
day's turned to night's,
to week's,
to month's,
to years's,
Is this what my life had become,
amounted to,
life on the dingy streets,
sticky, damp, cardboard boxes,
wet, soiled blankets,
and can's of gone off stale ale,
A white horse,
a charger,
could this be my happy ever after.
A race against time ..
As her life is faced with challenges..
A tragic loss of a loved one ..
Grief strikes her like a hot iron..
The pain intensifies as it shoots through her heart..
Paralyzed in mourning..
Feeling trapped inside a frozen tundra..
A race against time..
As she rushes to escape her sorrow..
She imagines Serenity..
Peace floating through her..
As she races against time..
Grief striken tears are shed..
As her eyes are blinded by pain..
In a moment of silence..
She prays for strength..
Seeking for courage to carry on..
She races in a new direction..
Where her heart is healed..
Where she no longer carries a torch of pain..
She walks in nature..
Song birds sing in tune of the wind..
Softly..
The wind cries her name ..
Joyful cries become music to her ears..
In a moment of silence..
She glows..
As the inner light inside her shines brightly..
Her prayers have been answered..
The murky rolling waves subject
to the whims of the February's wind,
far above the secluded lighthouse;
the roaming aircrafts vanish through thick clouds,
leaving behind a trail of hazardous vapors...
but the geese and seagulls can't continue their existence!
And still the sea offers them its promise,
a distant shore untouched by man...
by his greedy ways and incompassion,
causing the extinction of many species;
my reflection is based on fact :
we can't survive without them!
The stylish wild birds engage,
as if striken by a sudden rage,
in their frantic, daily dance over the marina,
as I listen the melancholic lyrics of " Nessun Dorma "...
the exquisite area of Puccini,
which comes alive through the extraordinary voice of Bocelli!
At four the fog thickens and shrouds the shoreline,
the brass lampposts light up with reluctance...
to shy away the presence of any ghost;
I, in transitive joy, hide my treasure beneath the tides,
hoping someone will find it and remember my work...
long after my thoughts will be no longer alive!
The rain like an army of crazed crickets in an over sized paper bag,
Or the drum roll of anxious fingers on my writing pad
Wind blows with the force of one thousand story book wolves,
Navigates the skyline and challenges the weather striken walls
From within what seems to be the eye of the storm a light quiver, delicate but true
It wavers with stray wisps of breeze, as they find their way through cracks, laiden with tales of toppling trees
But in this safe place, nestled away from harm the beacon burns regardless, with inner strength radiates calm
To protect the dancing flame, keep all windows bolted, never open up the door,
Alleviate the barrage, fight the light no more
You swept the world out of its feet
Made it tumblin, chillin, crumblin
All of its parts seem to echo with crying
For you to stop, they all kept pleading
But with your sudden grand entrance
For an invisible enemy that you are
Noone's sure when this is gonna stop
Only to God Almighty's plan we trust.
You have been the toughest foe
With the countless lives you stole
The calamity-striken globe
Is down on its knees for hope.
Hope, kindled by the ones on the frontlines
Forgetting themselves for the sake of others
The unspoken heroism of our fellows
Flooding the world with care amidst the chaos.
So to you, COVID19 pandemic
You are yet the greatest test
But the world will never surrender
We are strong enough to win this battle.
Whatever bind that bounds us has been broken
For all the time I knew I never thought I'd be forsaken.
Yet after all and everything you are forgiven
Even though all the love we had has been taken.
Oh dear darling although you won't be forgotten.
Because in all of them you are the only begotten.
Situations come and go and leave the token.
And I was low not knowing that you will be taken
In my sleep I was too relaxed but got woken.
Because whatever bind that bounds us has been broken.
What bound us together has been broken
I am now left alone but I will never be shaken.
I believe the sun will shine,I will be enlighten.
And soon mercy will rewrite my life and I will be written.
Apart from all that we shared we are still mistaken.
In our game of love I never knew that once I will be beaten.
In challenges we face I thought we will always be outspoken.
But now that our good days are badly striken.
Time is no longer with us for things to be smoothen.
Whatever bind that bound us has been broken.
The bound between us has been broken
Dearly I will miss everything yet I am sicken.
In all we shared, crucial is time ticken.
I am sad though I admit that apart we are indeed broken.
Even if we cry loud our eyes will only get swollen.
In all this mess I can name the state as frighten.
Now it seem to be over and cannot be hidden.
My heart is dying I guess I'm left to get rotten.
My soul is sinking down the sea that is forbidden.
Whatever bind that bound us has been broken.
Oh guy we turned to be a message without haven.
You now look weird because you are left unshaven.
Whatever we shared turned bitter and we are bitten.
So sour that we forget that it was all sweeten.
I bury my pain and together we are partaken.
All that bound us together has been broken.
He was striken with sudden illness
Had been taken to the hospital
For immediate diagnose
And extract reason for the cause;
As he jumped down from the car ..
To embrace him she ran
May be he wanted to convey something
But her vision was blurred with love tears
She failed to understand his behavior
She grasped him tight
Swung him on her arms
Gazed at his red eyes
Sprinkled kisses on his cute mug
Irresistable to her love
He started licking her face
Drenching her with saliva
Leaving his diseased stench
Feeling something strange & unusual ..
She then looked for the driver
Who was seated in the car
Motionless with fear
Just uttered vaguely
"The dog is in the final stage of Rabies
He would die anytime with seizures
Now his touch spreads virus
And we are in danger too"..
Her heart cracked with the news
She didn't wish to lose her love
Who was her only companion
After everyone had discarded her
He inflicted pain by his magical touch..!!
The driver hurried away for a vaccination
But she, the mistress sat sealed to her pet
Remained housebound waiting ..
For death to swallow them together...
Disclaimer:The rabies virus is mainly transmitted from the saliva of a rabid animal when it bites or scratches a person.
People may acquire rabies if infectious material from a rabid animal, such as saliva gets directly into their eyes, nose, mouth, or a wound.
Placed as Honorable Mention in the contest.
Note: INFLICTIONS Poetry contest.
Sponsored by Silent One.
I had thought that by now
I'd be a silk laced image in her beautiful, brown eyes,
by now I'd thought I was her's to hold and to keep,
to snuggle with in lonesome nights,
when there was nothing on the television.
I felt my heart jump from such nervous butterflies
swaying and soring in the pit of my stomach
that i'd be her's to call her own.
When I saw her... she smiled at me.
When I first said hello... she blushed
and combed her long, lucious hair behind her lovely ear;
I'd thought by now, i'd be her's to keep.
now, winter has emerged and i am cold
in a garden, which lay dead roses
who were once all blooming and fresh smells of beauty filled the atmosphere,
now it is a garden of snow and greyness.
nothing more is there to say,
but to look back on past memories
and shed one gloomy tear,
no more of her smiles,
and laughs
we had shared in the hallways of life
and the blushing, the rosey cheeks,
and nervous smiles,
stumbling over tongue twisting words,
such as "I love you"
all just a dying rose, in a dying garden, in a dying heart
stricked with the dead cold of winter
and she is gone, no where in sight,
hell what i'd give up to be with her one more night,
to strick up a conversation,
for about an hour or two,
drink tea and coffee,
not coffee, for i remember it used to give you headaches,
and read the most romantic of poetry!
we'd laugh a storm that would swallow jealous hearts
and we'd be happy together, for one more night,
if you'd only return my calls,
if only you'd look at me at all the school gatherings
and class funtions,
just to give me an innocent nod to let me know that you still care.
by now, if you are reading this poem,
I had striken an image in your beautiful mind.
come spring, I hope and pray that you will be there for me,
as i was there for you... through thick and thin,
throughout such tragedy and celebration,
i hope you are there...