Best Tarnishing Poems
God, if you're listening,
I haven't heard from you in a long time.
I thought we had a great thing going here, but my prayers have yet to be answered.
I know this sounds crazy, but I think that I am dead.
That must be the only answer. That I must be stuck in this spiral of hell for my sins.
That he murdered me that day when he pierced through me. That I must be lying there dead this very minute, left alone on that splintering, cold, hard floor.
God, if you're listening,
Is this some sort of punishment? If this isn't hell, then what messed up purgatory is this? What is my test? To see if I can make it out alive? Or, better yet, to see if I turn to you in my time of need?
God, if you're listening,
Here's the thing. Why put me in this place?
Why give your "strongest soldiers your hardest battles"?
Why give me so much pain that I must reflect it on my skin?
Why make me feel shame for tarnishing my porcelain hips with marks that burn like a scarlet letter?
God, if you're listening,
I don't think I quite understand how all of this is part of "your plan".
What exactly is your plan?
Whatever it is, since it apparently involves me having to relive my most traumatic moments in my head from dusk till dawn, I do not want any part in it.
God, if you're listening,
I'm sorry if I am coming off too harsh, but don't you see that I am angry?
How can I worship you when there is so much pain in the world?
For someone who claims to love all of their children, sir I would be calling CPS for child neglect.
God, if you're listening,
Your children are crying and suffering. No matter how many times we go down on bended knees, proclaiming our dedication to you and our love to you, it seems as if it will never be enough.
So, God, if you're listening,
Go to hell.
Categories:
tarnishing, abuse, angst, atheist, dark,
Form:
Free verse
My heart has accepted every piece of furniture
you have brought in and hoarded, polished and stored,
for show or hidden in the attic of cerebral storage.
Cobwebs draped the entrances I walked through
without wincing, chasing extinguishing light…
gold tarnishing possibilities that I found invaluable.
Categories:
tarnishing, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
She Eats Hearts and Worlds
In this world life stands still
heartache chokes in for the kill
Sidewalk leaps up to quickly slay
Fools racing all about every day
That pain sets just so damn well
she that strode from the gates of hell
Tarnishing all that gave in love
her sex fits tightly, like a glove
Those nights did so hotly soothe
she the sexy vixen so damn smooth
Always naked and steaming ready to go
no man could resist the sexual show
In her world you gladly die to play
such delights , pure passion every way
Then roofs came loudly crashing down
death came with smiles and no damn frown!
Robert J. Lindley.
Categories:
tarnishing, creation, dark, desire, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
"'He,' whom speaks into existence those things which were not as though, they are...." ~
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Fables; to dream these seemingly impossible things!?
A compiling compound upon the pages of a lifes, forever tarnishing of stories....
Drinking this mixture of both poison and cure; night after night and, day upon day
Finding but, these mostly barren tainted walls; no repreives and no relief; vacancies
This continuing onslaughts never ceasing to slay, the spirit of a living hope ~
Until one day the precious heart so finds, no more air left to breathe; condemned
Slowly, it dies....
Depicting cycles repeating themselves once more as, deeper, into the mire they fall
Beauty desperately countering within; framed moments to stem, these portraits; illusions
Painted upon the canvas of creations reasons not knowing thus, nothing to win and or, lose?!
Destinies foreclosures; deposits towards the paradigms of, signed sealed and delivereds
Reciprocating affairs, amid the not so magical mystical mystery tours; misled....
Ponderings upon the reparians reflective waters; refrains perceptions; lost in the muse
Bleed me a river please and then, break me in two, time and time and time, again!?
Quondam sleeping now as, waxings cankerous sores somehow, speak their tolls
Tomorrows, priceless tears....
Diagnosis being it so hopeless then, let us gather in what we can, while we can; deja vu
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The house, of fallon dreams?!
Note: Smile ~ I was listening a bit earlier to the song, "Beautiful," by Mercy Me & I thought
About certain lives & souls so, painted them a poe ~ "My 'Love & Warmth,' Always," John!:) ~
Categories:
tarnishing, faith, happiness, hope, life,
Form:
Written for Ink Empress' 'Unwritten Absence' Poetry Contest.
C(ulpa)ble
Your unwritten absence unravelled much
Disrobing piteously your impure intent
Starkly exposing a ravaged soul as such
Cocooned in dark yarns of deceit, I lay spent
In golden gilded cage tarnishing from neglect
Plated with cosmetic veneer for society's consent
Yet, you were oblivious to the storm brewing, most perfect
Bidding the right time to sound its thunderous dissent
NEGLECT, tacitly accepted afore, HENCEFORTH NEVER GOES UNCHECKED!
Categories:
tarnishing, anger, emotions, hurt, judgement,
Form:
Rhyme
Is skill and talent that sacred
As to earn me daily bread
Pleasurable and luxurious things
As a place before kings
And unending sentiment
Of transcending compliment
Is skill and talent so sacred
That its treachery I must dread
In tarnishing a name
Or plaguing a fame
Of an indelible ethic
In the day of a youth so epic
Is skill and talent this sacred
To require utmost discipline with which to tread
The extremities of chastisement and admiration
With composure and temperament in retention
In honor of God who endows
With these wonder that continues to raise brows
Categories:
tarnishing, christian, senses,
Form:
Couplet
Perpetually I am thrown in the pulse of mourning against the wall
With sincerity I ask lord if you indeed subsist, apprehend my soul through it all
From the immoral ways accumulated in yesteryears
I am accustomed to transcending from suppressed fears
Repercussions in distance range persevering to be
Father exculpate this afflicted soul for trespassing those who have trespassed and scorned even me
For vile exploitation administered in reticence
For counteracting the blessings restored in the pathway of supreme acceptance
For aliments of self extorted mental strains, I request at your mercy I plea...I declare
In tolerance of relapsing the course of tempting habits; I approach your throne with a sinner's prayer
The convulsions and embittered tendencies tarnishing my soul, lord extricate my eternal spirit
I surrender to your impositions, the truth as it is; not as I would acquire it
Deliver me from perceptual incarceration, obscuring in apprehension my eyes
Impel my perception, my countenance from being camouflaged in disguise
I am inquiring redemption in urgency to be emancipated, to be set free
I have nowhere else in contingency to turn, metamorphose my persona to see
My promise to conform to your will documenting your word, I humbly articulate my plea
I beg of you to consider hearing a sinner's prayer!
Categories:
tarnishing, introspectionme,
Form:
Rhyme
Gripped by a thought
that so provokingly awaits,washed by its fragrance
to be set apart,somehow freed into the distance
crippled alone by the joy it once brought
why is it alone it blossoms into misery?
centered by the wrongfulness of life,during summer does it lay waiting somehow to be cherished
slowly tarnishing by age that befriends its death
forgotten in a pile,where the once awakened turned in their graves
the months a count of the seconds that believed
unknown to the reasons my heart thought,unknown to the shackled being its memory brought
Gripped by a thought
given its identity,has the evidence of its existence that once contained me become hard to remember
soiled by the pain,that so faithlessly became the reason my wings that so innocently protected we have broken
you were the thought that gripped me
beyond the belief of His existence i once thought that the soil from which you were made i was birthed
your rich splendor,the blessing which would vacate my weaknesses
and as the lilies in the pond settled on the surface of which they lay
the memory of you lies forgotten drowning in the lake.
Categories:
tarnishing, loss,
Form:
Lay
Teachers Love
Please hug me teacher for I know my ABC,
Rings in the mind,
Of every young child.
Everyone is a teacher’s pet,
It is not true that their mind is set.
All children are equal in the eyes of a teacher,
They are all perfectly innocent like a modest young preacher.
They love their students for who they are,
Whether naughty or noisy or scoffling chocolate bars
They may seem strict when it comes to punishing,
All what they really try to do is remove the developed tarnishing.
They are there to lighten your cave,
With their knowledge and emotion coming in a wave.
So love your teacher for what they do,
For if they don’t do it, who will do?
Categories:
tarnishing, teacher,
Form:
Rhyme
Shed the clay that strives to be an anchor
Tarnishing, but for awhile, the dreams of man
Addled hopes can rise in the morning’s mist
Instead of languishing beneath despair
Replenished strength awakens the spirit
With a simple drink from the Milky Way
And flirtations with Perseus opens up
Yielding beauty in heaven’s realm
The grave that holds yet, a soul to Earth,
Owns the judgment of defeat
There is none, but one, that must decide
How to build on wishes made
Even when the faltering of darkness
Shadows well the light of faith
There is a spark that burns the night
As gravity shows force, to mark a trail
Rise! Rise, you fallen man!
Strive to be among the stars
-Virginia Mitchell
Contest- STAIRWAY TO THE STARS (Acrostic)
Sponsor- Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Categories:
tarnishing, hope, life, nature, philosophy,
Form:
Acrostic
He's
sorry
for what he's done....
he's
apologetic, but the moon
she's crumbled in my palms and drenched
in my tears.
I rub my hands across my jeans and shoot stars across my ripped up, tarnished wardrobe
maybe he'll witness me before he closes his eyes
maybe he'll blind himself with tears...
I'm
kicking tomorrow off my feet so I can walk, barefoot, backwards and tattered over yesterday
and March burns the soles of my feet, I begged for quicksand, I begged for February
twentieth...
he held my hand, he held me, he placed his promises on my finger and GOD
how I wished...
my nails weren't broken, how I wished
I
was prettier....
He whispers through handwriting that breathes in the dark..
he begs me to open up to July, to a year later, to
HIM...
and these tears repeat in circles, I
WANT
to believe his truth, I want it to replace my broken heartbeat, I want it to save me and
smudge
moonlight
across my smile.
COME BACK
I beg to this irritable silence...
as if he has a choice now
come back..please,
I say
it's already 2010 and this game has been played since...
I
was 29, my eyes have blinked for you for years now....
PLEASE
stop...
cry us another August and place a halt on your mistakes...
April's cruel, I think, with her distance and control over my decisions, Florida tilts to
the west and I slip, a little, beneath the gifts the sky has given me...
I'm debating...
washing these blue jeans, of tarnishing the moon with Monday...
they're fraying and decorating unshaven knees, but he'd kiss them
he'd kiss my negligence and I'd
be able to forgive his mistakes and the abhorrent bruises that brought us here...
Whisper me St Augustine
and February
Twentieth
I say...
as I twist his promises around my finger...
let me...
hear
your
voice.
Categories:
tarnishing, loveme, kiss, me,
Form:
Free verse
Tarnishing through timing
Three times trustingly
Triple traps tripping too
Trounced twice tingling
Telepathically trudging
Teaming tremendous tasks
Tell Timmy to take tally
Tarnished Through Timing
Categories:
tarnishing, word play, words,
Form:
Alliteration
Oh, street litter,
Abandoned trash clutter,
Tarnishing the city,
It is not pretty,
All over piling up,
Waiting for a pickup;
Trash in green bags still trash,
Piles and piles of ugly mishmash,
Environmentally wrong,
Charity, recycled, dump, that is where it belongs.
Oh, ugly the view,
Under the sky azure blue,
Don't toss on the street,
Butts, cans and stuff meet,
A clean street is beautiful;
Too much trash is awful,
Things we buy the problem,
Makes the city look like a slum,
Early settlers dumped also,
Over the fence, into the river that somehow still flows
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June 10, 2015
Rhyme Verse
For the contest, Stuff, sponsor, Thomas Martin
First Place
Categories:
tarnishing, city, environment,
Form:
Rhyme
In the countryside,serene and wide
Sprawling paddy fields on either side.
Yet,day by day, they fade away,
As the charms of nature begin to sway.
Houses rise where once greenery grew
Schools and brick fields now claim their due.
Tenant farmers toil with heavy hearts
As their cherished lands are torn apart.
Once rich in rice, the fields decline
As construction takes what was once thine.
The roadside bushes, a memory lost
And chongas(jungle myna) pecking now bear the cost.
Tarnishing the village where life was once thrived
The lovely paddy fields that grace the way
Are vanishing slowly day by day.
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Categories:
tarnishing, nature,
Form:
Verse
HE walks slowly
along the engorged path
of midnight madness.
Spilling crude pain
each crippling step
of the way.
With angular eyes
a fertile grim heart and
an infinitely defective
MIND...HE
quietly steals
the innocence of
glossy blossoms
who unknowingly
sprout or roam
HIS gritty black trail...
Forever tarnishing
bushy roots
and buds once pure,
mutilating their body,
their growth,
their essence
and more.
Leaving behind Midnight Madness spores...
Lay
Categories:
tarnishing, childhood, depression, fear,
Form:
Dramatic Verse