Best Trampled Poems
Daddy comes everyday when the twilight
Bifurcates the light into shadows
Like a miscreant, grasshopper
Intrudes into the cracks of walls
Mom became a vociferous loudspeaker
Alcohol staggers inside his belly
Like the movement of snake..
He never came that day
Mamma's hand freezed with
Wheat flour and dough
My rapacious belly was ready to suffer
Starvation.. And I thought
Where did Those besotted legs and trampled
Shadows go?
It can't go to some other pastures
Some other homes,
It can't slap some other shoulders..
Myopic eyes often started to sew the dress
again enhancing the sartorial elegance..
I missed those shadows hued with that
Of pickles and spirit..
Still I proclaimed:
Shadows have gone..
Light is yet to come...
Life is yet to start
Categories:
trampled, addiction, anger, betrayal, death,
Form:
Free verse
Crushed petal, crushed stem
Flattened flower, Trampled love
Dead and dry flower
Crushed love, crushed heart, still
Packed down against the pavement
Crushed flower, crushed stem
Forgotten love, lost
Dried between sun and pavement
pages in a book
Trisha Sugarek
Moths and Machettes
Categories:
trampled, emotions, flower, longing, lost
Form:
Haiku
In the beginning,
their new life together was
a bed of roses
and nothing could smell as sweet!
Her heart opened up -
a delicate red beauty.
One day - foolishly -
he trampled that rose red heart.
Soon he was to learn
there’s no rose without a thorn,
and that scorned beauty
left her sharpest thorn for him.
Alimony’s sting
pricks him endlessly, and now. . . .
nothing’s coming up roses.
Inspired by Paula Swanson's "Trample" Poetry Contest
Categories:
trampled, lost love, red, rose,
Form:
Choka
the Medicare, an undeserved fund the patients spend,
which seems extremely excrescent,
must be crushed immediately without any mend.
No coverage serves them right! Be they gravely ill or convalescent.
In his favor, all the rules the Capitol shall bend,
prosecution immunity, business chance----each prerogative coming on end.
His flagrance in abuse of power, plus republicans' acquiescence, plunges to a state perversely putrescent,
in consequence, honest individuals wizened while tower of liar and mar-a-lago mire tumescent.
High as the staff's passions hit, perfectly as their patiences fit, more than half at last have to quit.
What has ground away every panjandrum's wit and grit?
His inopportune blah-blah and twitter tantrum bit after bit,
the latter a globe-mocked target and also, often a globe-shocking tool kit.
Atmosphere of allies only too calm and bland,
against them, with his single hand,
he stirs up trade wars amid the entire world's guffaws.
Prostrate shall be the security of homeland,
prostrate shall be the competence of diplomatic corps,
bolt upright frontier walls shall stand----
but stand only in his brain, which constantly bolts out lunatic lore.
Pants on fire, collars on fire, hard and fast is this refractory liar.
Really a refractory and prolific liar, really a refractory and lifetime liar,
boasting his lying score higher than the steepest steeple's spire,
never plans to retire, until one day he has to expire.
Nonsense the globalization trend, nonsense what the majority attend,
abandoning all oversea interests and renouncing all international duties are the cause he shall defend.
And the itinerary of isolationism, his pilgrimage route.
Endorsed by none, would he be alone? A point nothing moot.
Epiphanic from Roman catacombs, arms open, ecstatic and naked----an epiphany non-faked----
Nero comes up to embrace him grinnily, like a kindred spirit in long pursuit eventually slaked
acting as his soul mate cum his sole friend
and escorting him all along to his final end.
His final end, Nero's end, that's who could brazen out the mass hoot.
His final end, Hell's end, that's where he takes root.
Categories:
trampled, corruption, political, satire,
Form:
Rhyme
Trampled
mauled emotions
seeking an escape path
reverberate heart's corridor
confined.
Released
ink of sorrow
emotions' molten flow
compose a soothing serenade
heart felt.
Tear drops
sprinkle water
refresh trampled flowers,
flowers of emotion again
blooming.
© kashinath karmakar (12th Feb. 2012)
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Placement: 5th; (Feb. 2012)
Contest:Trample
Sponsor:Paula Swanson
Categories:
trampled, allegory, life,
Form:
Cinquain
Trampled underfoot
Two words that describe my life
Initially my first fiancée
And latterly my wife
To be cheated on
Then a broken trust
In monetary and in love
Like ageing bread, I'd be the crust
To their Lions
Is where I awake
Dazed and confused
How much more can I take
My peripheral world is hazy
Whom we meet, their sometimes not
Trample, more like trampled
My name is James, forget me not
Categories:
trampled, life,
Form:
Rhyme
A field once walked
Becomes a path for today
Tomorrow a road
Categories:
trampled, adventure, hope, life, nature,
Form:
Haiku
crack in gray city sidewalk
tiny flower face looks up
trampled by hurrying feet
beauty clings to life
Categories:
trampled, life, nature,
Form:
Dodoitsu
I let people walk over me like the rug i thought i was,
flat and faced down on the cold floor,
where no one can see,
the pain and hurt brewing underneath.
I let people trample my soul like the dirt on the ground,
dry, cracked without a life source to live,
desperately trying to find,
that something to help it live.
I let people stomp on my dreams like they do concrete,
hard and fast in a blink of time,
without remorde for the feelings,
nor sympathy for my hope.
Oh, why do i let people walk, trample and stomp on me,
is it because i haven't found the voice i need to speak for myself,
or is it because i am too scared to just be me,
maybe it is because i can't find the fight inside to fight to walk, trample, and stomp on them.
Categories:
trampled, dream, fear, people, people,
Form:
Free verse
gravely i'd remembered you
with hints of a sudden pastorial
past time crawling beneath
your craving energies as tangled
grapevines a tantalizing ore
i'd awakened the sullen must
beyond your weathered tones
beating as hidden drums
quietly calming my inner most needs
where i'd bestowed the memories
of you capturing my chafed being
borrowing seduction from future
joys cringing above your
beckoning sighs ravishing
naught why you taunted my space
i'd believed in safety an yet
your wrath ripped my soul apart
leaving my heart bleeding
under the sole of your feet
Categories:
trampled, inspirational,
Form:
Chant Royal
Behind his endless daydream, behind his boundless self-esteem, what's picking up steam?
Swines Capture Team, proceeding plans stacked ream over ream, as well as their seamless dragnet scheme.
Hush money he can pay, for impunity he can pray, Justice never looks the other way.
Futile his bark and bay, futile his bray, imminent his reckoning day.
Donald, a sham piece; dolt nerd is slammed apiece, by nemesis without ruth,
whether he flounders tooth and nail or nail and tooth.
Trump in trance, trumpery in truth, a big and bold gone goose for FBI to sleuth!
Categories:
trampled, corruption, satire,
Form:
Rhyme
During election and after, buzzwords loud and clear, brags loud and clear,
the motherer lumps all milestone feats into his merits sphere,
as if to the national pantheon he had already drawn near.
Still one declarable thing we never hear: his tax sheets of every past year, the wrappings of all his enormities that would cost U.S. dear.
Financial duty in arrear, functional duty in arrear, still flourishing his racketeering career.
Necropolis for nation's needs, necropolis for ecumenic creeds,
what holds true of the campaign he leads? Cradle for criminal lawyers of top seeds.
Professional golf-putter grabber by day, senior girl's pussy grabber by night,also, from time to time he has fake news to fight.
State affairs? Simply slither along the way he haphazardly flies a kite.
Major resources his family hold, quite some key positions his myrmidons hold,
checks and balances dim, nepotism and cronyism bold.
Never mind materials about his turpitude in foreign agencies' hold,
'cause all these just left many in a position cold.
America's values and virtues, to him, nothing but a strumpet,
he sets out to strip it and dump it----neither like it nor lump it----
while bombastically blowing his blatant "MAGA" trumpet.
Life commodities dwindle sheer, feelings of safety disappear,
proliferating are gun gears and campus fear.
Horrible? No! No control measures take effect under his deaf ear.
With obscurantism in compliance, with demagogism in compliance. To literature and science ? His defiance.
With racism in compliance, with sexism in compliance. To irenics and euthenics? His defiance.
Categories:
trampled, corruption, political, satire,
Form:
Rhyme
Perplexed situation of heaven's hatred
Ignored and plundered by pricked pay trend
Afore time we enjoyed cosy tosses
Kissed and molested by noisy roses.
Trapped,ambush and bushed into friendly curse.
We watched ourselves slaughtered for no cause.
Then, all we saw was our dancing toes
Running around as lifeless toes ,oh foes!
We were once cuckolding, hugging and loving
When we'd dive into bed with loved ones longing
Many a time gunshots met our kneels
even brought us to our heels
We watched ourselves travel to the sky
many more, I thank the one above, heaven does not lie
This is once a great city
I mean the greatness no one would pity
I remember those times we danced naked
These bastards watched, mocked,we were by pain led
lived by afflicted bread.
Drank the water derived from the dead
Beaten sores to our stiffened scarred skins
Our bloods,often used in writing disdains like inks
Our once pretty maidens,raped and caped
Their bosoms now face the earth as if ape'd
often,we dived into hot pot of pained laughter
Where we lost our life's,knives and even our daughters
We were foot mats, I mean warm footmats
Romanced by bacteria,malaria and even big rats.
For heaven's sake why?
some of us were taken to new life,lies!!
All I could remember were loud cries
I thank Almighty that I was killed
Thanked,that my skin were like potatoes peeled
imagine hibiscus trample roses
Categories:
trampled, africa,
Form:
Free verse
Squashed, like an Ant, on the ground.
My heart ached, when you left that day.
Crushed, my future dreams, you were bound.
By past recalls, of what did not, last anyway.
You walked, on my spirit, pretending to know.
What, my desires and my mind would say.
That I, would forever stay, here and never go,
I knew that you were a spirit, longing to be free.
My spirit locked in love, though you did not see.
For you, my old fashion ties, to a master degree,
Walking over, moving out, and taking a piece of me.
Treading on devotions, eager for greener pastures,
Though you found, fallows, dried up on his postures.
Your body returned to me, though your heart mistaken.
Our feelings, emotional desires, lost, never to awaken.
Categories:
trampled, husband, life, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
Do you hear your bones break, feel your mangled heart?
The desire for pain has ripped you apart
Your soul has been tortured, bludgeoned and maimed
Those dark eyes cannot disguise the heartache and pain
You are filled with hatred, greed, and insidious lies
Manipulated, you thought yourself to be wise
A prisoner with shackles of anger and fear
You lost every thing your heart once held dear
Tempted by poison cloaked as nectar so sweet
The body craves more while your essence depletes
An evil captor stole your heart, taking it far from me
You know how I love you but you are too blind to see
Satan has gripped you in a tormenting vise
Your soul suffocates yet he still does entice
The wicked disguises as an angel winged with light
While he keeps you in bondage and steals your sight
Death on the horizon, you cannot get enough
You are willing to bury yourself under the rough
Deeper and deeper, trampled into the heavy earth
Like an elephant stampeding, you feel crushed with no worth
Yes, your soul has been trampled by Satan's cloven hoof
But to God who is greater, beg for strength and for truth
Desires of the flesh cannot fill the desires of the soul
I pray for you, God take a trampled life and make it whole
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Categories:
trampled, confusion, death, fear, hope,
Form:
Rhyme