Best Stupefy Poems
Once long ago there was a clear blue sky
Where roamed free bird and butterfly
That’s when came the idea to super citify
And to pollution creators deify
All put their brain power to diversify
Silenced anyone who dared go awry
Soon mile high skyscrapers did gratify
And every square inch did occupy
Way too many to quantify
So it was nature they did damnify
Now skies are filled with traffic jams that horrify
Greenish rain waters that relentlessly acidify
Mountain-high billboard ads that do electrify
An extravagance of gadgets enough to stupefy
Implanted technology meant to dehumanify
In light of superfluity, let me just plainly oversimplify
Scientists need to eat a big piece of humble pie
There’s just no way to justify
Why colorful sunsets went by the by
And why no one remembers the aroma of apple pie
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on March 4, 2018 for contest SCIENCE FICTION sponsored by DEBORAH GUENTHER BEACHBOARD - HONORABLE MENTION
We have waited long and now momentarily pause
to lose ourselves in the Western skies of spring;
our mellow looks follow them until dusky evening...
ask the awe-captured painter how they seduce!
Even the big mountains in the background seem blue,
below them discover lovely bluebells that surely ensue
beauty by waving in prairies dotted with yellow daisies;
spend an afternoon in contemplating the red canyons!
And resting beneath the motionless clouds, be dazzled
by radiance: deep moments of awareness can stupefy;
go back in time by imagining the same California sky
that the old explorers saw heading West to seek gold.
Walk farther towards the blue lake, wide and clear,
it steals indigo from the above sky to look pretty;
the cactus in full bloom proclaim the desert's glory
once seen by young, wild cowboys who chased deer.
Written on 3/36/2016
HE IS MINE!
His navy blue eyes,
Marvelous smile,
And blonde hair style,
Tis ALL mine!
HE IS MINE!
But he doesn’t know
Because I’ve never told
That he’s in my soul
I am too shy to show
HE IS MINE!
But now he walks with ordinary *****!
He smiles to her! He holds her hand! Why?
Why I can’t be his girl? Why!?
Hogwarts has known me as divine!
HE IS MINE!
Hurry up my supreme elder wand!
This time she must be gone!
Stupefy! Be still
Confringo! Burn her hair
Giggle, I’m not that such a wicked witch
But next I use unforgivable curse
Crucio! Be unbearable pain
She screams but I maliciously smile :)
Now boy let her be
Look at me - Imperio!
You’re under MY control!
Stand by me boy! Hold my hand boy!
And repeat after me, “I AM YOURS”
But these just my daydream!
I would scream in Azkaban -
For what I have done
It will not be begun!
So, they still holding on
Their love still going on
And I still want them be torn
Again I’m not the wicked witch
But I have sworn -
HE MUST BE MINE!
First version
I hope that I will seldom be
On some sinking ship that's on the sea;
A ship whose captain and whose crew
Have found much better things to do
Than stay and try to rescue me
From going down beneath the sea.
I think that it is only fair
That I not drown in underwear,
Nor never need I to explain
The precise nature of that stain.
Kilmer once wrote the poem "Trees",
While lesser fools write parodies.
***********************************
Second version
I think that I shall never see
A poem as nice as my TV;
With screen that in the evening glows
With all those wondrous nightly shows
That make me feel so debonair,
So warm and snug, without a care;
The game shows that do stupefy,
With ads that show me stuff to buy.
I look at my TV all day,
And when it's broke I curse and pray.
This satire’s writ by fools like me,
But Samsung made my big TV.
*************************
Third version
I’ve heard there'll never better be
Than this: “To be or not to be”,
That famous line from Hamlet's scene,
But, what the hell, what does it mean?
A line that sounds good in the play
As if it had deep stuff to say;
A line that had great style and wit
Back in the day when it was writ.
My English teach tried to explain
To us dumb kids and make it plain;
Said Shakespeare’s words were just sublime.
But mostly they don’t even rhyme!
So Shakespeare wrote these words of note
And now it's his most famous quote,
And English majors study it
To get degrees in English lit.
SUPERLATIVES
S uperlative sentiments subliminally stupefy- salubrious solitude
U niquiviocal uproariously unconventional, uninhibited, unabashed
P reposterously pedantic, precarious pandemics, perilous pandemonium
E uphoria exemplified, exquisitely exorbitant – eloquently enthralled
R eiterated relentlessly, radically rambunctious--ruthless retribution
L inguistically ludicrous, lavished lackadaisical— listless laments
A bundant accentuations, adorning ambiguous animosity—antithetical
T ranslucently tantalized, tediously thrifty tumult—transfixed
I ncourrigeable impediments insatiable, idealistic irrelevance-illustrious
V ernacular vindicated vivaciously, vehemently visceral—venerated
E xplicitly effervescently exonerated, eclectic exuberance—elated
S crupulously steadfast solitude, surreptitiously subliminal – surrealistic
A bitter, highly addictive drug,
A narcotic, known to relieve pain that drag
Induces sleep or dullness in a medicinal doses,
Yet if consumed in excessive and uncontrolled doses,
May produce convulsions, coma or even death...
A man in perfect suit, a respectful company owner,
No one can imagine he deals with this act ever,
Yet narcotic is in his blood, put my friend into misconduct
She was narcotize by this dignified man's act,
Opted for her addiction, which stupefy her, put her in a shock!
She is deeply in love that she ruined a family who is intact,
She fought her best, believing his words as damn fact,
She ignored mocks, even her family is set to cast
She brought her credibility in shameful scenario,
Enduring people's judgement, had her painful future typecast!
Now, I see her in miserable life,
Alcoholic and drawn herself to narcotics
Just to fill her lover's addiction of sexual misbehavior
Beating her in every moment they do their deed
Tying her up, enduring the pain of cigarette burning her skin...
Damn man, damn opium!
Damn love, damn lust
Choices sometimes put anyone in disgrace
Opium lures ones mind, destroying ones life
How many are into this, making it as their escape?
Sometimes, we are blinded with so much love and lust
Doing everything for the person we believe will love us likewise
Withstanding the bitterness of pain and mistrust
Casting away own dignity in disgust!
Ahhh...when a woman loves a man...who am i to judge?
If I had a magic wand
I’d stupefy my enemies into becoming friends.
With me and with each other.
I would wave it around in New York City
And chant words that would spread love and hope
From that city to Tokyo and back.
I would build the homeless homes with it
and I would show them how to plant gardens,
So we could feed the third world countries.
If I had a magic wand.
Black eyes
Those dark eyes
Like glistening
Polished gems
Round, circular
Obsidian
Marble stone glossed
And gleaming
They are beautiful tunnels with light at the end
They are marvelous well bottoms with overhead pinpricks of blue sky and sunlight shining through the hole
They're like charcoal the way they smoulder
They shimmer with soul
They charm you during a smile
and turn the face into a warm stove on a winter day
They intrigue you with a glance,
keep secrets like the deepest parts of the ocean
Like an ocean surface covered in a thin layer of oil
Contents hidden from view
That might sound crude
But that's the effect
They are ancient
They are a gulf of potential fuel
and fire
They are like the smoke from that fire the way they make you hold your breath when you first gaze into them
And they stupefy the brain the longer you stay
They are ravishing
Playful
Tantalizing
Innocent
Sexy
Mysterious
Out of this world
They are the secrets of the universe condensed to a space between two lids
Hurry before the show is over, fury in the feet is your lover,
put these on, don't let them see your cover,
hide your ugly face, screen it to the veins,
nothing genuine remains,
flicker in those fantasy lights, awaiting moment and enjoy,
this is your place, beautify it with your grace,
blind them with your magic, weaken them with your voice and moves,
your dance so groovy, spin makes them woozy,
stage lights fill you with power,
so tall like a tower,
crowds drinking from the phantasm,
intoxicated by the creation,
has little affect this reaction,
you defeat yourself in the competition,
no one has the realization,
is it the pain which causes this function?,
should I expect an answer to my question?,
is your anguish the source of inspiration?,
can you retain what's robbed?,
forget when you sobbed?,
shy eyes with a strong stare,
voice and moves so rare,
sorrow hidden with utmost care,
secrets and mysteries that face bares,
ignorant,
insensitive,
selfish they are,
love you when you up there,
criticize, stupefy, blind they are,
forget you when you're alone and nowhere,
make them feel your dismay through your moves,
experience your distress through that voice,
deafen them, create such noise,
outlive them with your poise,
burn the stage with a blast,
don't care if tomorrow lasts,
shut them up, slap the face before they ask,
destroy their egos,
gratify them,
take off the mask,
let them shout for you with unlimited hunger,
only you got the feet of rage and anger.
Rinki Nandy
Note : dedicated to Michael Jackson, my Inspiration (*ugly face : it is not ugly to me or was to him but his
father made him believe so, I have used the word “ugly” in that context).
toast natures chilled arm
chilled hues clad lush limbs
stupefy branches disrobes
sober crystal nudes
2019 November 05
*6th Place*
Sexyku
~~Richard Lamoureux
Abstract hazel eyes,
intensity in a disguise,
sincerity inside a surprise-
barren hands...
whispering startling lies.
When the time of death expires,
do not fear,
for even in the times of unknown
speech sincere words can resound-
I need not days of retribution,
just moments of clarity.
I fear not congruency,
yet stumble upon
cramped prisons,
caught in the obscurity
of an asylum.
When the time of death transpires,
I ask for peace of mind-
for even in the most difficult minute,
I shall fear nothing…
except the shock of
deep revelations.
I wonder and ponder,
creep and squander,
and in the most astonishing
breakthrough,
I sense the fear amongst the hands
that hold faces that stupefy and stun.
When the time of death feeds
my desires,
amazement and bewilderment
seep from my veins,
like an intravenous needle prick-
dripping down into oblivion.
On the floor I fall with my hands
over my face,
wondering why I ever thought...
I could be loved at all.
Poems That Paint a Picture
Silent One
September 11, 2017
People's eyes are not what they proclaim,
if only they reflected their truest selves by being fair....
they certainly would offer charming smiles when they wink,
and nobody would keep from them or resist them...
On the boulevards of the big cities,
they briskly glance to admit surprise...
perhaps not too friendly as the country ones,
but still fascination sparkles in them to stupefy us...
People's eyes tell of love's tragedies and tales of past glories,
Juliet's eyes madly in love with Romeo who saw beauty and poetry in them...
Shakespeare who wrote of the madness in Hamlet's eyes,
the Danish Prince, who swore revenge when his father's ghost appeared to him...
On the suburbs' streets different faces are seen,
not as sophisticated and cold as the metropolitan, scurrying ones...
warmer and less irritable, not chasing after missed busses and trains,
a big difference in the fast-paced rat's scene...
People's eyes staring from sullen and joyful faces, immortalized by the images
of the serene and angelic ones chosen by the painters of the Middle Ages;
saints and innocent souls calling upon God's forgiveness and clemency,
and the Renaissaince gave us endless works of art so admired in all of Italy...
Observe me and look into these bright and confident eyes,
what is the feeling you get from their friendliness...
sincerity, unpretentiousness and a loyalty too unquestionable?
Are there any other charms that make them so noticeable?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
I want to be a right or
Not be writ ten off
Like a drunken sail or
Quaffing at a trough.
I want to be a right or
And stupefy with words
Not a punch-drunk fight or
Hurting for a wards.
I want to be a right or
Even if not write
If only I could spell or
Make it sound less tright.
I want to be a wordwright
To hammer, not type
Make thought caught in flight
Concrete, not hype.
THAT ANT
That frangible small thing
Is it plausible poor thing?
To puddle, wade then die?
You labour without respite
Yet you never tire
For many days you built a hill
With the rest of your race you took to toil
But that turbid giant crushed it underfoot
Nothing daunted, in a spate, another was afoot
How obstinate is your optimism?
And how shallow depths your anger’s chasm!
Today I saw you struggle up that wall
Hard upon the unrelenting facade’s toll
Again and again like your life’s prize
Tumbling yet ever again but again to rise
Oh, how you stupefy even those wise
Not twice but again, and again twice
You moved a little to the right and again
And at once you scaled to the plain
And as you hurried away on the flat
I bid my guru of the hardest art
A no brainer, my darling, to continue playing games
Steaming hot one moment, next moment blowing cold
As though cold water couldn’t quench love flames
When like a rogue driver brave braking action you withhold
Hoping a head on collision you can so prevent
With your eyes closed and bullying tactics pushed forward
To actualize an evolutionary event
In which we reap our fair reward
But for the umpteenth time
We run round and round in sterile circles
Aiming for progress only to mime an irrelevant rhyme
Expecting to work miracles
In scenarios you poison
On purpose
As I shout ‘treason’
From the servile source
You glorify
In earnestness
Only to magnify and stupefy
The sadness
That drowns my wonderful world in a sea of sorrow
Without any relief
Yesterday, today or tomorrow
As your mischief
Heightens my determination once and for all
To brighten up prospects for joy
To return to you and I despite the fall
From grace which at our expense debacles enjoy
Unless either you and I decree it’s time to let go
Or it’s high time we grew up
Escapades, futilities, fantasies and failures to forgo
To gulp good tidings from our lofty love cup.