Best Tiredly Poems
Far away when the smiling day tiredly smiles
The evening bride spreads her dress for miles
My thoughts their twilight keep
When tiny lamps awake half asleep
Your image when suddenly appears and stops
Like a deer grazing on dewy wet crop
Then this heart flutters alone
As the river runs on stones
Lusts for love’s glory
Shouts loud the sad story
Morning and night falls the tears
They are watered with horrid fears
But He moves in amazing ways
When end is near and no ray
He’ll shower his blessings on the head
Love will gather and diminish dread
27/02/2011
Categories:
tiredly, faith
Form:
Rhyme
It was a miserable existence,
that of a battered wife
It was a never ending cycle
of a hurt-filled violent life
She always walked on eggshells,
avoided direct eye contact
Did nothing that would get him balled-fist riled up
She always spoke in a timid voice,
deferred on every household decision
Never did complain when the sex was too rough
Ofttimes it wasn't even her
that would get his pot boiling
Get him steamed and hopping mad
It could be the telly news,
the neighbor's cat
Or the photo of his mum and dad
It was a daily chore,
washing away the pain
that was mixed in with the bloodstains
It was a daily chore,
rinsing away the tears
that was mixed in with the whiskey and beers
And each night before turning out the light,
she has to take her daily dose of verbal abuse
Then tiredly arise with swollen, sullen eyes —
rehearse to neighbors another recycled excuse
And for a few hours she gets to enjoy
a quiet space that is blissfully sweet
Escape in daydreams before she faces
the daily grind of wash, rinse, repeat
This is one of my never-commented-on poems.
It deals with a disturbing issue, domestic violence.
Originally posted on 10-7-2016
— Romantic Warrior
Categories:
tiredly, abuse, anxiety, marriage, sad,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Allahu Akbar!
Heads rolled, limbs frayed, wow!
An ocean of blood, Allahu Akbar!!
Their reason for the season
Martyrs of wiles on these simple lie
Allahu Akbar! 20 virgins tiredly waiting,
Fresh tomatoes winking
it is I
Allahu Akbar!!
Peace in white, simplicity adorning
God in man, man in God
Emmanuel
Will peace through these heathen rise?
Or shall their Alleluias ring? Allahu Akbar!
From the east, their tiny star shone
Dome, doom, mime, maim, gbom!
Allahu Akbar!!
Shoulder to shoulder they stood
Allahu Akbar!
Echoing in splaterring flesh
God in man, man in God
Allahu Akbar!
God is the greatest
Senile man plays God
fixing the wrongs of who,
Allah?
Fireworks in their sky
curl up before lightening kiss the thunder
joy immeasurable facing the star
winking tomatoes screaming I
Je suis Charlie
The Ka'bah, so peaceful
see how it stitches the world
with bombs and explosives
from Baga to Paris
peace offering chanting
Allahu Akbar!
Categories:
tiredly, allah, anger, death, imagery,
Form:
Verse
My son is getting older, and he just went back to College, the other day.
But he had enjoyed the summer, by adding a new game to his daily play.
He called it Troll Tipping as daily he targeted another, and wore him out.
By dinner, the Troll would fall asleep, as my son claimed his dessert, so devout.
But wearing out a Troll, is not such an easy thing, so many a night, a Troll got his.
What a shame! But as a resourceful college man, at devising plans he was a whiz.
He offered them a Fun Filled Tip, yes, a way to get others, to do their daily chores.
The cost to each individual Troll, was their sweet dessert, that night, nothing more.
He was doing great, as he ran thru many a Troll, but then our suspicions did unfold.
You see, this bred unrest, as a number of fights started, amongst our beloved Trolls.
Scheming isn’t sharing, so Grandpa Troll had a TALK, life changing, or so it’s told.
But Boys are boys, and desserts were to be had, so he made a new plan, quite bold.
You might say he invented Granny Tipping, yes, now it was MY dessert, on the line.
Now this would be quite simple, for at my age, I can easily, become tiredly inclined.
But the one thing he’d forgot: is how crafty age had made this old one, in her efforts.
As dinner wound down, I cued Grandpa Troll, to help deliver, those delicious desserts.
I told my son, that they were made to be his favorite, simply in honor, of his behalf.
Then I pretended to fall asleep, and he quickly took my dessert, with a joyous laugh.
Then suddenly his eyes grew big! And I awoke, looking him quite clearly, in the eye.
I lied that, I added laxatives and terrible cod liver oil, to my dessert nightly, yes, so sly.
Making them easier to swallow, but if he wanted more dessert, he only had to ASK.
He quickly sped away, to wash that terrible taste, out of his mouth, a daunting task!
And we all had our chance to laugh at him… as the joke was finally on him, at last.
I call this, Bad Behavior Tipping, and from that day to this, he asks for more, at last!
The game seemed to lose its luster that day, yes, manners did a BIG, comeback.
The moral is to politely ask… Playing clever little games… is NEVER for the best!
Categories:
tiredly, adventure, children, education, family,
Form:
Light Verse
I will not give in to DEFEAT. I WILL forever roam the GLOBE searching for a LOVE I have never KNOWN. I HUNT fiercely without RETREAT. I know nothing except the
hunt. I HUNTED HIGH then on I traveled. With discontent and SOLEMNNESS I moved.I
Have hunted so long., My SOUL is weary, my feet are strong. I must continue on this
EPIC hunt forgetting how it had begun.
I HUNT, I HUNT, I HUNT down my throat I swallow bits of bitter ATMOSPHERE. There
Is no epic resolve only delusion and self pity. Could it be, MY LOVE dwelled here.
I pondered for endless hours without replete. I tiredly resigned for hours.
Even in my DREAMS the hunt proceeded. I lay in my SLUMBER haunted and hoping for. The RESOLVE I could not CAPTURE in my waking hours.
I had risen from my REST to the greeting of one FLAMING BEAUTY and a sunny MORNING. I will no longer be hindered by hunger or the need to FRATERNIZE. For this reason I had tea with BEAUTIFUL stranger. Only to RECOGNIZE that this stranger was
My GRAND PRIZE. I spoke at length, mentioning the CRUCIBLE, of dragons and demons I fought. I said "I indulged FRIGHTFUL barbarians to sit and speak with you".
The end of a LIFE I HAD ENDURED ALL ALONG, SAT BEFORE ME with cakes and tea.
I have searched the DESERT RANGE. No flag of SURRENDER at the BARREN PLAINS. AT LAST THIS STUNNING MORNING has begun. The ESSENCE of my being has
Found ONE OPEN DOOR. I SHALL HUNT NO MORE.
Categories:
tiredly, adventure, anxiety, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
dainty daisy sings
welcoming elusive spring
and clouds forming rings
chicks peek from warm nests
mother bird tiredly rests
robin puffs its chest
meadow with blooms shine
man for his lost lover pine
on nature's soft shrine
Categories:
tiredly, nature
Form:
Haiku
I swept the floor, but it's dirty again...pretty much what I expected.
The accumulation of dirt and grim is something safe to have projected.
If cleanliness is a thing which one truly desires
Then cleaning is an act that never can expire.
Objects long to air exposed become receptacles of dust disposed.
Dirt of itself does indeed deface, yet everything has it's own place.
Emptiness seeks to fill it's space; cleanliness seems imposed by our human race.
Yet it's kind to the eye, I can't deny: a shiny floor scrubbed soundly with lye.
Reflection glimpsed, a sweaty smile; arms crossed tiredly on broom over tile.
Floor been swept, job now done, I think one deserves a break.
Tools shucked, apron undone, now's the time for leave-taking take.
But while you're gone, worry not, for the floor dirty once again becomes.
So, rest assured, my dear friend, for the job will always need be done.
Categories:
tiredly, corruption, funny, humorous, jobs,
Form:
Light Verse
Leaning in closely, you say words I cannot dismiss
Entranced, I watch your lips as they kiss and tell
I wish to feel the sensation as we incline to kiss
But I must wait as lips continue to kiss and tell
Magic is all you speak; words that I won’t miss
I’m tiredly waiting for our time to kiss and tell
I know no matter what they say, all I need is this
Although it’s a constant thing, our kiss and tell
It’s always been able to fulfill my every wish
And no matter what, we’ll always kiss and tell
Categories:
tiredly, love, lust,
Form:
Ghazal
Each new day that comes
Is a repetition of the day that’s gone
I wake up alone every morning
I open my sunken eyes hardly
Looking at the ceiling of my room sadly I sigh tiredly
Then I leave my bed after my daily battle with my worn body..
I have no desire to prepare my breakfast
Oh, don’t you know that my kitchen is on strike?
Tired of seeing my ugly face every day
Drinking my bitter coffee in silence looking at my last year’s newspaper without even reading a single word..
Maybe you’re a fan of loneliness
You dream of having a kingdom all yours
Live for yourself
Sleep with yourself
Play and laugh with yourself
Perhaps you envy me for what i hate
And you are ready to give everything to get what I pray to throw away
Cause you never met my surd life
You never knew how it feels to be sick and no one knocks at your door
And confirms that you’re still alive
You never knew how it feels to be sad and nobody pats your back
and tells you it’s gonna be alright
Yes you never knew how it feels to be left out in the dark
and no soft arms around you to hold you tight
No lips dry your salty tears
that fall down like a river on your cheeks
No gentle voice Whispers I love you in your deaf ears
You never knew how to breathe without love
Cause you never knew how it feels to lose who used to love you to death
Ask me about what I’m dying for
And I’ll shout and run with my bare foot
I NEED LOVE.. YES I DO
I need to find hope in each sun rays
I need to love the way I’m loved like a fool
I need to find the little girl in me
that everyone spoils
everyone wants to make her smile
I need love because love needs me from a longtime..
I need love .. yes I do
Because my heart is a volcano of emotions
You just have to touch it
Then it will explode and warm up your soul with the flames of its surplus affections…
Categories:
tiredly, anger, art, depression, loneliness,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Days passed and still we did not take him
I was angry at everyone and stayed near his side
But one day he had disappeared
My heart skipped a beat as I searched the whole house
Calling his name despondently
Finally I heard a faint meow…
I found him under the couch….
He was alive!!!
Pentecost, the great and faithful…
Laying down on his side…still breathing…
And with effort lifting his head to gaze at me..
Wondering if there was room for two..on the floor
His eyes opened and closed slowly
Staring back, I swallowed, never looking away
I crawled half way under the couch and prayed “Please… please… don’t leave us…”
I sobbed looking into his eyes
He was so sad seeing me cry, yet calm
And it seemed like he was meaning to say… “It’s okay, Laura… it’s okay…”
I got up quickly as if the world was ending and got the music box,
Came back down and played it for him I hummed feebly, hot tears coming down
His head lowered resting tiredly on the carpet
His paw reaching for me
He fell asleep soundly as he laid his paw in my hand
Soft, tranquil and cold
Gently I closed my hand around him
When I rushed home from school the next day
That is when my mom stopped me to say he was gone
He had taken refuge under the house
Alone, he had found peace,
In one of his favorite spots in the summer…
Pentecost was gone…
And the entire family grieved his absence
Even my dad when he heard said softly, “Poor little guy”…
When I turn on my music box I remember the happy year with Pentecost,
I will never forget the smiles and laughs
Damasked in his charms, his light remains
So young he died, but forever he will stay
As the music faithfully chimes “It’s okay Laura…it’s okay…”
~Dedicated to Pentecost, a faithful and furtive feline with a heart of gold~
Categories:
tiredly, absence, animal, beauty, change,
Form:
Ode
I locked the door, I'm pretty sure I locked it.
But in the early morning it stood ajar.
Memory lane - I came, I smiled, I grasped the handle
and drew it shut and..turned the key...SURE I SHUT IT!
"Well..may be I never shut it at all."
The phone rang, I got up the bed
and groped around in the dark.
'Hello" - no one answered. I staggered to bed
and dropped to sleep.
In the morning, I checked the indicator - no number
there.
Memory lane - I was sleepy, it rang once, twice...
My eyes opened. I saw a chair.The chair was here...So?
"Oh...may be I had been dreaming. It's ok."
I handed my purchases at the counter.
The salesgirl smiled at me, she was waiting for
me to pay. My purse, where was my purse?
He said 'basket', just as I saw it in the empty basket.
I tended a large note to the salesgirl and
turned to say 'thanks' to him.
But there was no one.
Memory lane - I'm sure a man said 'Basket", the voice was
assertive and mature..
"Never mind...may be it was the salesgirl's voice!"
I clung standing in the bus, I gazed
tiredly out at the bus stop..many people were there.
The bus heavily drew forward, more people had come in.
I saw a glimpse of Dad standing down the road.
"Dad?" I gasped. Everyone looked at me suspiciously.
"Hey stop!". I pushed my way out.
People were muttering. I was running back down the road.
No one - certainly not Dad.
A car stopped screeching. My neighbour dropped me home.
Dad was watching TV.
"Where were you?" He looked at me perplexed.
"Watching a movie since an hour!"
Memory lane - I saw dad standing there drawing away
slowly as the bus moved.
"Its all right,.. may be I'm very tired!!!"
16/05/16
Featured on 5/06/16
Categories:
tiredly, fantasy, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
I Always wonder, who's the girl in the mirror,
Who seems so calm and composed of herself
and showing no emotions or sentiments.
I usually see her staring at me
and replicating whatever I do.
She seems to have nothing of her own.
As if she has lost her everything in the deep sea of sins.
I see her in the morning, with messed up hair.
I see her at afternoon, with a clumsy face.
I see her tiredly yawn at night.
And, sometimes I see her cheerless, helpless smile.
I know she does, whatever I do.
I know she can't feel anything on her own.
But I feel pity for her. And that is why I decide
To be happy, to make her feel good.
contest finalised on- 7th April, 2016
poem written in december 2015
Categories:
tiredly, beauty, emotions, feelings, image,
Form:
Free verse
And I was my own monster,
In between the seconds and minutes of late July;
Restless upon slumber.
Interruption of the quiet dreams of what I tried to remember
Erased; for my own good or my own suffering,
Brave; or so it might have seemed.
To chase down the dark shadows of my dreams.
Yet the unrest gave stronger to my tiredly glazed brown eyes.
Tick goes to clock of late night regrets and subtle lies.
Categories:
tiredly, hurt, i miss you,
Form:
Free verse
I see an untended book
Left amid a white-speckled field of emerald.
Pages fluttering between stories
Of knights and queens,
And tales of fairy magic;
The wind reads gently
Under the eye of purity,
Turning back and forth to relive the preserved moments.
Words that have captured such allure deserve to be implanted and nestled between the folds of a mind.
I appear in the field
Carrying each aching foot towards the book:
A resting spot.
As the soles of my bare feet bleed,
Mixing with the dirt and grass,
I hear the wind moving past my ears,
And the calling of the book becomes stronger.
Finally,
As I have tiredly reached my destination,
I realize that the book is on its final page:
The end.
Categories:
tiredly, conflict, dream, environment, peace,
Form:
Free verse
It was a miserable existence,
that of a battered wife
It was a never ending cycle
of a hurt-filled violent life
She always walked on eggshells,
avoided direct eye contact
Did nothing that would get him balled-fist riled up
She always spoke in a timid voice,
deferred on every household decision
Never did complain when the sex was too rough
Ofttimes it wasn't even her
that would get his pot boiling
Get him steamed and hopping mad
It could be the telly news,
the neighbor's cat
Or the photo of his mum and dad
It was a daily chore,
washing away the pain
that was mixed in with the bloodstains
It was a daily chore,
rinsing away the tears
that was mixed in with the whiskey and beers
And each night before turning out the light,
she has to take her daily dose of verbal abuse
Then tiredly arise with swollen, sullen eyes —
rehearse to neighbors another recycled excuse
And for a few hours she gets to enjoy
a quiet space that is blissfully sweet
Escape in daydreams before she faces
the daily grind of wash, rinse, repeat
Categories:
tiredly, abuse, depression, loneliness, marriage,
Form:
Dramatic Verse