Best Trolled Poems
(A Christmas Collage)
The sun has set and night is stealing
Softly o'er the silent land,
While snowflakes slowly down are falling,
Shaken from an unseen hand.
To the top of Thorburne Tower
Light from windows streams around;
The glow of twenty thousand tapers
Sparkles on the snowy ground.
High arching o'er the graceful altar,
Wintergreen and laurel sway;
And all about the pews of alder
People kneel and humbly pray.
The rosy cheeks and smiling faces,
Rising at the last amen,
Return to rhythmic rows of places
Raising songs of praise again.
Oh hear those olden carols going
O'er the tower to the skies;
Noel and joyful tidings flowing
From warm hearts and gleaming eyes.
So far above the frosty forest,
Father God and Jesus see
The flick'ring flame of faith fulfilling
What on earth was meant to be.
There below the boundless heavens
Beams the Spirit's blessing full;
Bestowing peace and tidings holy,
Bearing love that makes us whole.
Th' enchanting ev'ning passing onward,
Ev'ry street once empty filled;
Then all-enfolding light descending,
Endless eager voices stilled.
To those who trolled triunal praises,
Angels lit the topaz night;
Attuning to the trilling trumpets,
Sounding in triumphal might.
The harps and high harmonic voices
Hold a hope no man could give,
Enmeshing in enchanting fashion,
Showing how archangels live.
E'en later yet they light their lanterns,
Laugh around the firelight's heat;
The children look around and listen,
Laps all full of things to eat.
Even now the endless snowflakes
Eloquently, gently fall;
Adding to the festive feeling
Held alike by great and small.
The youngsters holding hands are happy,
Dancing 'neath the holly wreath,
While horses hauling sleighs and cutters
Jingle homeward on the heath.
The embers glow in evenings echo,
Shedding reddish light afar;
Expectant eyes reflect its sparkle,
Shining like the morning star.
They sing of Mary, blessed mother,
Meek and willing, pure and mild;
They magnify the great Messiah
Born as Mary's holy child.
[Look for the acrostic in the alliteration. There is one letter for each verse.]
By Isaiah Zerbst, November 16, 2013
Categories:
trolled, angel, child, christmas, god,
Form:
Rhyme
There once was a ship,
full of chickens at sea.
They plundered and pillaged,
quite ferociously.
They sat on their perch,
with their ivory white sails.
They were led by a wolf,
with a chicken suit for a veil.
As their numbers declined,
they soon began to see.
He wasn't like the rest,
they could see his big sharp teeth.
One by one they jumped ship,
then the wolf was alone.
With his chickens all gone,
he trolled on back home.
Categories:
trolled, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
As a sweethearts cremson rose
True Love… within hearts... be-trolled
Each beat… is ever lasting… sweet
Mesmerizes two souls
As passion… within overflows
Desires begin... Exceedingly grows
Just like… a moon lit night… shows
Stars sparkles with… twilights gleam
Within the mist… of it all... such bliss
Glorious love… intertwine two streams
Grasping a soft… but boisterous kiss
Within dreams… of dreams… total paradise it seems
Song Lyrics whispering… Sweetheart’s enchantment
Mysteriously be-holding… God blessings sent
Tenderly within reach
True Love unfolding… between each
Sweet fervent… within arm’s reach
Touched within... hearts of gold
Love everlasting… never grows cold
Magic parallel… between two
God’s gives True Love… encounter by two
Mystical Bliss
Sweetheart’s enchantment… “I Love You”
True Love in life… Subsists
~God Blessings come of ~True Love~within Hearts between two Souls~
~Come to Jesus~Receive All Gods' Blessings~
Categories:
trolled, inspirational, lovelove,
Form:
There's a swing that is hung from a long oaken tree,
By a string where the young have a longing to be.
Where they fly to the sky, ever higher they go,
Till they cry, "Not so high! I shall die, don't you know?"
And they tread through the wold all around by the tree,
Where it's said ruins old can be found by a key.
How they thought many-a night how this fact could be true,
And they fought to set right while they wracked in a crew;
But they never could figure that blur in the tale,
So they clamber with vigor the fir by the trail.
They'd retrace to the place where the moss covered tree
Like a face, beamed with grace as it tossed o'er the lea.
Such a hold that tree held on their glad little selves
As they trolled songs of eld with the bad little elves;
And the song that they sing is a song specked with tears,
Of a long oaken swing cast along through the years;
Left alone by the lane, overgrown, never seen,
Ever blown by the rain, with a groan deep and keen,
Till a small little girl stopped a while on her way,
And a tall oaken burl with a smile bade her stay.
How she clove in a dive through the grove, and the tree,
How it throve, came alive in the cove, in the lea.
{Comments and critique by those knowledgeable
about consonance vastly appreciated.}
Categories:
trolled, children, happy, summer, sweet,
Form:
Couplet
AIDS POV:
Right now it’s only cough and cold
But you won’t survive until you’re old
Your friends and family will stay away
No matter how much you plead or pray
You’ll lose your weight and faint at times
You’ll prefer dying than being alive
No one to take care of you at night
You’ll be untouchable, yeah that’s right
It doesn’t matter how I infected you
All they’ll think all you do is screw
Your life will be like a living hell
You’ll be alone and lonely, can’t you tell?
You’ll regret that day I entered you
The days you have are very few
Within no time you’ll beg to die
But I’ll kill you slowly while you cry
PATIENT’S POV:
Right now it’s only cough and cold
But I am gonna get you trolled
My friends and family will stay with me
They love me so much, can’t you see?
Skinnier I’ll be, unhealthy I’ll be
It’s not ‘you’ and ‘I’, with us it’s a ‘we’
They’ll stand by me, take care of me
They’ll take me home, I’ll be free
But today they asked me the reason
Was it some blood transfusion?
Yes it was, I wanted to say
But I realized my life had started to sway
They’re going away, the ones I loved
Was it really necessary for me to be shoved?
I trusted them to stay with me
But now I’m begging you to let me die…
Categories:
trolled, imagination, inspirational, life, social,
Form:
Rhyme
What I know about fish
You could fit on this dish
But I thought I would give it a try
So I bought me a pole
Catching fish was my goal
And I thought I could learn on the fly
What's there too know ?
How bad could it go
It's as easy as baiting a hook
You cast in your line, in a hole that you find
loaded with oodles of snook
So I started out early,
A bit feeling surly
For rising before the sun
When I got on the boat
I was wearing my floats
And the others began to make fun
So we trolled out a ways
Through the brown muck and haze
To get to a spot, we all thought
Had plenty of fish, but our inner wish
Was to drink all the beer that we brought
So I've learned, from that day
The real fishermen's way
And I'll never forget it, because
It's not important the size, trophy or prize
We're just out to catch a good buzz
Categories:
trolled, fish, fishing, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
i’ve been s-coffing quite a lot lately ~ i think perhaps i’ve got a s-cold
said menippean to the rhymester ~ s-pitting out helios as he s-trolled
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a fair straightforward non rotating ~ syllable counted monoku
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even the maggots are important ~ grow wings and persevere with life
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
trolled, parody, poets, word play,
Form:
Monoku
>Are the best things in life free?
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad Author
& Poetry Soup Honourably Mentioned
One of my cousin’s on Facebook one day.
Said the best things in life are free.
Then she wrote a list you see.
Well not you, as it was seen by me.
I had of course, to reply.
Well my writing bug did, I sigh!
1. Hugs! To have a hug that close honey.
I need deodorant and that costs money.
2. Raise a smile! For that I must clean my teeth.
Toothbrush and paste, they are not cheap.
3. Family! That’s not free.
Just think of the mortgage fee.
4. Sleep! Really need a bed for that.
They are not cheap. That’s a fact.
5. Kisses! Flowers, chocolates and all that.
Leaves my wallet looking flat.
7. Friends! No doubt my turn to treat.
Every blinking time at pub we meet.
8. Memories! Now that is the one.
Don’t need cash to remember one.
That was before all those things I did do.
You said were, ‘free,’ you did it’s true.
Sadly they were not for me.
The seven things you said were free.
So that’s all now, you’ll get from me.
And all of this, ‘was,’ blinking free.
ooo0ooo
Some of my Angels are on loan.
I say I have four caring for me.
Two in the day and night you see.
As my cousin was ill, you know.
I ordered two, too her go.
My cousin later informed me she was okay.
her operation done she did say.
So my two angels she thanked that day.
And bless sent them back yesterday.
I sent the following message on Facebook 9-8-15
I have trolled, you have been told.
And I don't know what to say.
Those angels I did send you know,
Are still not back today.
Did you tell them to travell by train?
I know their wings don't like rain.
I checked the air at Felixstowe.
Just in case there they did go.
Sadly there was no sign of them, you know.
You know I am a patient man.
Bet they are talking as angels can.
Expect they'll turn up, and when they do.
I'll tell you when to cover your ears too.
As the air here might be blue.
Bit like the sky, i'm telling you.
Oh yes! Hope you are well soon too.
Having released those angels two.
I'll clip their wings that's what I'll do.
And next time, send my men angels to you.
(TMA)
As we are both recovering the Angels are on stand by. Well you never really know when, or where they will be needed do you?
Categories:
trolled, angel, appreciation, care, cousin,
Form:
Free verse
Kingfish sat tall in the boat.
His baited hook trolled behind,
To entice lurking humanoids,
He would fillet before he dined.
The ocean had schools of bait,
Swimming humanoids could not resist—
Drumsticks, hams, and candied yams.
Ham on hook seldom missed.
Zingo! The reel screamed sweet music!
Smiling, Kingfish braced his fin.
The blue-bellied biped put up a fight,
As the hook held fast to pull it in.
He yelled to his friend, Catfish,
“This one feels real big!
I may need some help.
Better grab the gig!”
But Kingfish and his buddy,
Failed to get him in the boat.
So they towed him to shore,
Tied tight with a rope.
Perch and minnows ran beside them,
As they hauled their catch up ramp.
“This one has class,” said Bass,
As he viewed him in camp.
Fish family friends looked on.
Happy Herring watched amazed.
For either fried or broiled,
Humanoids were the craze.
“We will never weigh him,”
Wise Walleye wails.
“In the old days we could,
But now we’ve lost our scales.”
Categories:
trolled, fantasy, fish, humor, imagination,
Form:
Quatrain
Will you burn the earth`s skin to glass?.
Yet, right there , in Harmony of `69
I bent in adoration
before the dusky pearl of your forehead
the soft slopes of your never-ending body
shifting under a sea of blankets
Oh! treasure of treasures !
sparkling
to life
love
in the inner-sanctum of the
tent-temple of my emerald heart,
filling it with that attar fragrance ,
that compassionate smile,
that yearning voice,
quieting my storm
urging me
to swim your sultry sea.
How could the world ever be the same again ?
Outside,
rooted like stark brood of the Black stone ,
rocks parried thuddingly the capricious charge of waves
and subdued the swell and swirl of a dark ,disturbed sea.
The summer night was short
and I
cleaved to you like a calf to its mother.
Your dark-eyed nipples breasted the blanket ,
occulting the coarseness of Harmony .
We rocked to cradle the peace in the galaxy,
with love milking the way
to the morning star .
Winking over the mount,
Venus caught us intertwined ,
drooling like babes,
sated
I, summer cloud paramour of
you Landie ,
altar of my sensuous sacrifice
sweet naos forever
Yolande
briefly
undraping your
compassionate cosmic essence
for a gallant stripling
starving for affirmation.
Awed,
i nested in mouths
harmonizing
now enchanting,
now strident symphonies,
keen enough to split
chaos
into mutual opposites
that grappled , grinded and finally clashed ,
giving birth to a higher union.
I tattoo your name , Landie, on the stretched skin of the earth.
I pullulate the waves in your name
sackbutting the syllables
till tremolo breaks it breathlessly to foam
on the glistening beach of your belly
Wrinkles I didgeridoo into the dark blanket of our night,
stringing out your diadem of stars
I spiral you stately across my deep.
Breaking away
reluctantly
from the tug of your knees
i trolled our anchor through love`s flow
girding it close to my wound-up heart.
"Go now love….spare me a thought "
Your voice and a gentle seabreeze wafted me out.
Diving at dawn with a whale of love
between waking dunes
capped by sourfigs , bleary-eyed revellers,
the blue-blue sky warbled
“one and one and one is three
One thing you got know ,is you got to be free
Come together, right now , over me.”
.
Categories:
trolled, history, hope, love, me,
Form:
Epic
As I trolled past the community center
I found a gypsy girl was about to enter
I asked her name purpose and country
But I only knew she was very hungry
I gave her some money a rupee or two
She wore a colorful robe and I found a smell of brew
Her face gathered dust but it was very sweet
I had no knowledge how long she traveled the street
She only said "Babu, thank you very much for food"
I stood still and saw her departure
Although I was not rude but I felt me crude
Under the sky the world in rapture
Some say gypsies are well versed in theft
I only hold dear the impression she left
She traveled and traveled gathering dust of the world
While in our cozy rooms we were sitting curled
I think she was scavenging love from the trash
I can see the rush of vagrant souls rising from the ash
Babu= Sir (Bengali/Hindi)
Categories:
trolled, girl,
Form:
Rhyme
The human heart bears the scars of lies,
cause deceit is intrinsic to Man.
And should the bonds of trust unravel,
Reality copes the best it can.
Betrayal is all too familiar;
feeling trapped, with no way to retreat.
For when life's non-receptive to dreams,
you get trolled by failure and defeat.
Wanting to find a pathway to love;
Hope persuades your heart to take a chance.
But when lies overshadow the truth,
dreams collapse as if pierced by a lance.
Struggling in desperation's grip;
teardrops fuel emotional storms.
And fighting feelings of depression,
you're mired in self-doubt, searching for norms.
A wave of confusing emotions
can weigh down a heart drowning in tears.
And tides of regret rise as you sleep;
stirring nightmares and dredging up fears.
Categories:
trolled, angst, anxiety, depression, emotions,
Form:
Quatrain
Discernment is passed down across generations.
Inside the eyes and between the partitions.
Be that as it may, what's the alterity between them?
How might we perceive both body and soul stem?
My best half, you will consistently have my heart.
The most remarkable princess on the planet.
The sly fire is seething, and it's fetching you.
Endlessness until this man sigh toward the paradise hue.
Shifted symbols that we don't yet understand;
Evaluate the holes between the sheets with an award.
Scrutinize and examine each curving path;
Conceptualism is a solid and wild naturopath.
How diligently you adorned your beauty!
You sigh as you escort your gifts fly severely.
Consume your life and torment your mental despair.
The Platonic anger has faded, noticeable in the air.
Love sighs humdrum around, and endless urn bare.
The flames have frozen your life, and you scare.
The last bow in gold quiver stings hot and cold.
To polish off the last sigh, Love's shade trolled.
I'm excited by the idea of hearing my last voice.
Will it be one you've never seen or a halcyon face?
Where shall I be when I let out my last sigh?
Or, oddly, will it be the errorless reason on that day?
Convey one last glance at the sun and the stream.
The Blue River uncoils at an underground seam.
She sobs she sighs and alliterative name,
"My love, my love, why do you leave me to inflame?
1st Place Contest Winner
Written: August 22, 2021
This or That, Vol 6 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
trolled, analogy, appreciation, beauty, confusion,
Form:
Rhyme
Threats of force seemed a sterling idea
Especially in light of Crimea
But you’re gonna get trolled
And the tanks gonna roll
When diplomacy comes from IKEA
Categories:
trolled, war,
Form:
Limerick
If the answer is to the question
So what did you do today
Is
I stole sweets off kid's
Pulled the wing's off butterflies
Kicked a walking stick away
from under a pensioner
& best of all
Tried to sabotage a poetry contest
Trolled and wrote some spiteful
hurtful comments online
Is it any wonder or surprise then
That you haven't actually got any
real friend's
And maybe the reason why you
do what you do and try make
enemies out of other's
Because if they didn't reply
to your taunts
You might just then turn your pen
back upon yourself
Only to find those who would
have tried help you burnt
No longer care enough anymore
to try and pick you up
Because you see a butterfly
can not fly without wing's
And so to there is only so much
flax those only trying to help
can put up with
Before they eventually give up
as well
Admitting defeat and thinking
what's the point anyway
If all i am trying to do is good
is causing me more heartache
and harm
No contest enjoy your win
With only your dark webb
weaved coat for heat and
company
Whilst you troll from your
rusty old tin roof hoping
it won't cave in
Under the weight of spite and
hate you spew
Wishing to indoctrinate and
hope other's will follow or
fall
And find there inner troll
Categories:
trolled, slam,
Form:
Free verse