Best Undecipherable Poems
A Good Clean Slam
Let us investigate the process!
HOW…..HOW…..shall we make
a MUD PIE……without getting dirty???
We shall polish up the words,
buff them to an acceptable finish,
weave them into an undecipherable web
of double entendre, tongue in cheek malapropisms,
drape it sensually in Freudian Slips,
conceal its intent in a Slamming Trojan Horse.
We shall protest – but not too much,
Shout – but not too loudly,
We shall rant – but briefly
stay within the confines of the PC Police lines.
How then shall I tame this rage,
this hard boiled anger?
Contain these tears of fear,
smooth the edges of my life
into a gentle, inoffensive, song?
Would you have me ride into battle
on a doe, carrying a feather?
Offer flowers to those who need cold steel?
Must I rein in my vitriolic vengeance,
curtail my caustic tongue,
creep – snake-like….hissing - balloon-like
spewing my venom in lost droplets,
burning an already scorched soul??
John G. Lawless
5/24/2014
For A Poet Destroyer
Slamming Season contest
Categories:
undecipherable, slam,
Form:
Free verse
Specter of a Hero's Tortured
Soul
Forfeiting faith to successors to
sacrifice self for others...he
believes not in himself but his
progeny...
Eternal life and inflexible
determination prevent waning
love...his ceaseless adoration
powerful to the point of self
harm...
Unwillingness to ever relinquish
the shards of his heart...or the
memory of possible fates...
Soul scarred with unfathomable
secrets and wounds...alone and
concealed he is known to not
even himself...
Heart struggling to conquer
inner demons and loss...mind
overworked to find salvation
from hell's burning wrath...
Indescribable like smoke blown
through trees on a moonless
night...
Intricately woven to be as
substantial as the steam which
fuels his passion...
Never surrendering...never
retreating...never giving in to
any opposition...
Steadfast and valiant he will
never be
conquered...unreadable and
undecipherable...he will never
be understood...
Categories:
undecipherable, warself, self,
Form:
Hidden on a lonely old daunting road
Dark and melancholy clandestine
Cemetery weary of last tears sowed.
Undecipherable daunting shrines
Bracing cold marble and granite tombstones
Deeply rooted in hard defiant earth matter
Some leaned drunkenly upon its groans
Others stood in various states of disrepair
Cracked or chipped, inscriptions, some eroded smooth
mats of moss and ivy clasp to its bosoms.
Forgotten as they start to fade, embraced
in wild vegetation, pits and mounds of
decaying falling trees, and lace lichen.
Uncertain of how many vessels interred there
haunting the graveyard that time has soothed.
Sad voices from the past echo
overwhelming weeping emotions
expressed sorrow and grief that won’t let go.
Lived a life, but some died as an unknown
in its stillness surrounded not wanting
to be alone watching the world grow old.
I step into this unforgotten cemetery,
embracing a bouquet of yellow roses in my arms
looking for a departed loved one.
To no avail
I laid a single rose and said a silent prayer
with tears of wonder and sadness
and grieve for all these forgotten souls.
10/6/2016
Poetry Contest: Pick A Title - Free Verse- 4. A Silent Prayer
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
undecipherable, bereavement, death, nature, prayer,
Form:
Free verse
In an otherwise
uneventuful
morning, between the
roles we locked
eyes, bantering
without
mincing words, allowing
futures, names, and
rebuttals to
stem from our hearts
unmuffled, and
mingle.
A fearless
gig between the
staves ensued, bringing
us to melt in a
timeless
embrace of playful
reminders of our
unmistakeable, unshakeable, and
unutterable bond.
In a twine of echoes and
mirrors, between the
statements you
probed, between the
silences I
listened, between the
changes you
questioned, between the
questions I
changed.
Between encounters we
found
ourselves speaking our
undecipherable
Angelic language, between the
sentences we read
our souls so
smoothly.
Between the
grooves I think, between the
rules you feel, between the
lines we just
ARE.
Categories:
undecipherable, allegory, dance, language, love,
Form:
Free verse
I refer back to my descendants with ativistic charcteristics,
Hit the beat with a punchline and regurtitate on it's existance,
Where did Skitzo arrive from, is he a miracle from the Heavens?
Through the mist and the fog, Skitzo traveled to Earth in seconds
But he's not a person, he's a person's soul, and the person's release
Through all betrayal and agony, he walked through Gethsemane
Skitzo's a prodigy, a walking wolf in sheeps unwearable clothing,
Reverse the metaphors, like sitting in the bath while the tub is soaking
The majority of the cuts, didn't bleed blood, they inked lead,
Never scarred up just kept inking until this was no bloodflow in his head
Living brain dead, flowing rhymes more than he flows thoughts,
the Mixed Metaphorical Artist, poetry is the fight that he fought
Indescribable talent beyond unimaginable heights,
Over the rainbow Skitzo rests, while his voices tell him what to write,
Multiple personalaties speak from all different directions,
As an infant he was injected with ink, now he hands out metaphorical infections
Through rhymes I let the fury loose, like a pyroclastic flow
The type of mayhem that turns entire villages to cold stone,
Skitzo lives through me, lives recycled as I bathe in the fountain of youth
I'll live my life, then like a computer Skitzo will reincarnate and reboot
Indeed it's true, the code to his knowledge is undecipherable to the blind,
He's got a magnetic mind, trigger it and watch the Earth and the sun collide
Blinded by schools "education system" what does pulchritude mean to a kid?
Pulchritude is the beautiful techniques he picked up when he hid
Through chain reactions, making transactions with his sight and his mind,
What he writes down on paper proves he's the only one of his kind,
But what kind is that? A poverty struck poetic skate rat?
With a pen as a bat, poetry strikes as hard as a fully loaded gat
Skitzo's cerebrum functions, beyond scientific belief,
The way the I speak, you would think some one is talking directly through my teeth,
Cautious to think, always wary but paranoid at the least,
So through the metaphors, get to know me, learn the language I speak
Categories:
undecipherable, adventure, self, strength,
Form:
Rhyme
An adventure
Down those subconscious, mysterious corridors,
into one’s memories hoard , behind closed doors.
Into a surrealistic world of undecipherable dreams,
were one’s life is portrayed in reflections, it seems.
We move within this world of moments, to recall
moments, we pray, with pride, we did stand tall.
Moments, I have to say, where we also, did fall
Moments, I must say, we also lived behind a pall.
One looks from within the precincts of the cranium
to see, to find where one’s spirit, one’s soul did come.
The subconscious ?, a puppeteer ?, pulling the strings.
Creating a dance, to glide us across the floors of our past.
A voice that whispers in our ears, a voice that fervently sings
of all the adventures, all the experiences, with shadows doth cast
moments of uncertainty, moments filled with ghosts that haunt
one with memories that linger on and on, memories that taunt
one with passions lost, much like that of a fading, beautiful sun set.
At what cost doth one face impotence ? For how long must one fret ?,
over memories transported from our past, incorporated into our living days.
Memories of times which will never again see the light of day, only in dreams.
B. J. “A ” 2
October 21st, 2017
Categories:
undecipherable, psychological,
Form:
Rhyme
An amber portrait of Venus seated on a rocky landscape,
With enigmatic facial expression historically undecipherable
Symbolist's acclaimed goddess of feminine mystique.
Born through Da Vinci's Smufato technique
Lady of Louvre, Lady of all arts.
For Brian Strand's contest: "Ekphrasis-Painting"
Categories:
undecipherable, art
Form:
Free verse
Stories dared not whispered, legend of great thinker.
Artificially created Atlantis, maze search for law-giver.
Hushed lips speak no evil, silly little monkey cliche.
Privy ancient knowledge, not clear as light and day.
So-called peace-loving demigods, closely followed in trace.
Sexually crazed fools, copying angels fallen from grace.
Pillars of Hercules within island, dynasty king frenzy awoke.
Powerful and remarkable, ready to enslave at single stroke.
Originally thought to be noble, conspicuous reveal greed.
In route to world domination, struck down by Specialbreed.
Later time earthquakes and floods, extraordinary violence.
Single dreadful day and night, massive lost of innocence.
Intervening super mighty one, so-called wrathful Zeus.
Manipulation of elements, water and lightning bolts let loose.
Grand golden wall palace, swept aside sea and sunk below.
Ironical measured payment, for employment of ruthless blow.
Swiming through labyrinth of wisdom, vie of the celest'.
Chancing risk of schism, mighty sequential vignette.
Perplexed pattern in hide, bloody seal of truth.
Illuminati repelled, for a time real minoot.
Message of twisted tongue, langual contrivance.
Masters' visions swoon, in journey through euphoric trance.
Loud whisper switch, silence left in wake.
Souls of denizens burned, in fiery scourching shake.
Prominent eclectic short order, alien wishbone act.
Convert of non-belief, fierce zealots' minds impact.
Lucid broken water reflection, visible-eye agleam.
Blind finding quarry, standing like obelisk beam.
Instinctive overriding, a slip into lucidity.
Telepathic mind connection, recede to infinity.
Exponential theory, base of schematics.
Common like maybe, superpower military tactics.
Voice of bleeding knowledge, fade to obscurity.
Mystic in strange land, fault found in masters of intricacy.
Undecipherable rhetoric, great monster on chase.
Featureless darkness, a threat to human race!
Categories:
undecipherable, faith, history, imagination, mystery,
Form:
Lyric
He spirits the lake leaving behind a trail of scented incense
undecipherable but memorable with a twenty second rule of bliss
and then he is gone, leaving behind a set of footprints
that contain no backward destination, no forwarding address
He quickly vanishes leaving me to pick up discarded marigolds;
When the ceremony is over he stays behind to collect the angels
that are strewn across the wind by force of sanctioned nature !
The he returns to where all gods belong, behind the sun.
Categories:
undecipherable, analogy,
Form:
Free verse
Bazaar
The nights’ chest opens up -
strings of illusions
rattle in palms
the knowing buyers haggle
for a dream
while the fascinated women
try on
toles of princesses or odalisques.
In the shell of hope
genuine perls are priceless.
Silk labyrinth
of amber and incense,
amulets of shamans hidden in death,
a mirage in golden cases,
the drug of success
paths and passions
unknown potions
scaffold question.
Merchants with epheb faces
skillfully spin shadows,
scarves, dependences, embroideries,
compasses, elders, rings, sapphires,
open
conspicuous roads.
Rubys, gold,
sealed fates
days delirium
forgotten writings
bracelets and silver girdles,
old things,
new objects
disturb the untold air.
The world’s cornice
crunches upon the stalls
heavy stars
cramped into bags
shriek
with undecipherable voices.
Thousands of dead and living worlds
rise to the skies
from eyes
touched by temptation.
Categories:
undecipherable, arabic, art, beautiful, destiny,
Form:
Free verse
OUTPOURINGS
the ultimate
functions
of sheer will
an absolute
criterion
pursuing
convention
emotion
hovers
on the verge
& wanders
into
the
collective
whisper
a teemimg
triumphant
finality
disappering
with
enriched
significance
an ominous
reality
undecipherable
a corollary
in a
linear perspesctive
a attempt
to achieve
consciousness
Categories:
undecipherable, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Where the Grass Don't Grow
The historical record bared to see
In worn-torn pages, undecipherable.
And I’m to believe that this sum total
Will explain everything you say to me.
Mixed with phlegm spewed from the esophagus,
Spitting in my face like a rhinoceros,
That means nothing more than that goat in the field,
Whose skull is thicker than the ape’s you entail.
Beat your gums and wave your arms frequent
And act the fool on steroids to impress the simple;
Regurgitating words and acting stupid,
Like an awoken irritant that won’t exit.
Where the grass doesn’t grow, but the “you know” will.
And the rooster struts, and the hens cluck,
And the dogs bark, and the pigs are smart,
And the sun shines on my behind, in kind.
Categories:
undecipherable, humor, perspective,
Form:
Verse
The smell of cantaloupe is enticing
Yearning to feel it’s smoothly texture
It beckons me to it with an unworldly call
The slippery flesh is on my earthly skin
As I hold the fruit it embraces me,
How sweet! How kind it is!
I sympathize and crave it!
A plant that is living and purring
Communicates to us with undecipherable
Decibels that can be heard from beyond our senses
But, I’m hungry; so hungry!
Tearing apart it’s flesh
It’s now a part of me; broken down to a
Molecular level.
Categories:
undecipherable, appreciation, candy, desire, food,
Form:
Personification
They’re not human, not even humanoid
These creatures' presence in our archeological history
Once considered a naturally occurring phenomenon
But only recently discovered otherwise
And were only hinted at by geologist nuts
Who believed Fairies had inscribed
These strange triangles on the surface of Quartz crystals
Not too far from the truth ...
After careful scrutiny, famed archeologist, Dr. Carol Lewis, PhD
Has made her announcement in "The Scientific Journal, Vol. MMMCLXXIII,
Unclassified Documents, (May 2035), Article: Interpretation of the Mysterious Triangles on Quartz Crystals”, pages 74-78, 94, and 96.
Dr. Lewis has proclaimed that her deciphering has uncovered
An ancient civilization, that after carbon dating
Existed more than 2.5 billion years ago
A time before Man, before dinosaurs, before time ...
The following is an excerpt of her work:
THE LOST ARHIVES OF PHLACKNOKTINOK
DURING ECLIPSE (OF) *undecipherable* BIG NEWS
SOFT ROCK ONES SLIP (THROUGHOUT) TIME
(IN) MIRROR SHELLED CRAFT (TO) GLIMPSE
REFRACTION (OF) *undecipherable* BENDING
CONTACT SUCCESSFUL. FACE (TO) FACE INEVITABLE.
FLOW (WITH THE) LIGHT.
- Presumably the author's signature and date
Meanwhile, we have made numerous attempts to contact Dr.Lewis
for any comments on her article but she has mysteriously gone missing ...
Most likely into the far regions of The Twilight Zone.
Categories:
undecipherable, science fiction,
Form:
Free verse
Love
Unconditional love
mysterious, undecipherable
ambiguous love.
Giving in to the uncertainty of the heart.
Embracing a notion of longevity,
commitment, inclusion
unequivocal bonds.
Love!
Ambiguous love.
A lifetime of fear from every direction whenever that simple word comes into play.
Summoning of a weary soul from it's resting place.
Symbiotic expressions of uncouth mess.
Perplexity,
bewildered states,
discombobulated thoughts,
ongoing attempt to muddle through the chaos, in an effort to not get lost.
Wait!
I did say love right?
Yeah, that's right!
Adoration, a certain fondness, friendship and warmth.
Our highest word in the language of our Lord.
Love!
to cherish, hold dear, to think of each day.
Shoot...you're crazy about,
can't live without, got you circling in round about ways.
That's love, ambiguous love.
One minute you're his sweetheart,
his honey, his flame.
You're the apple of your lovers eye,
her Romeo, her man.
You pine so deep for one another, captivating the soul.
Taken in by infallible passion,
a timeless romance unfolds.
But I did say ambiguous didn't I?
An uncertain love you see.
Being jilted, rejected, forsaken, and spurned.
You argue, you fight, and say things that really burn,
deep in the heart.
I've learned over time, that the love I seek,
won't come to be easy without a fierce battle to beat.
Fighting is necessary, if he's worth every swing.
Sacrificing is essential if she's an uncommon thing.
Compromise,
understanding, forgiveness and honesty.
Genuine concern for the heart of your desire,
no skepticism, simply letting it be.
Stop trying to perfect an imperfect world,
it doesn't exist, trust me.
Your fight is a fight to sustain a common attraction,
the future is unclear.
To hope for an unconditional love with little distraction,
is a fools cry made our of fear.
I wake up each day with my heart boiling over,
toward the man that's willing to fight.
Fight for the worth of adoring each other,
Ambiguous love is worth the plight.
Don't give up on love,
regardless to how it seems.
When you can stand firm in a battle of uncertainty,
you've found the reality of love and it's true meaning.
Categories:
undecipherable, confusion, inspirational, life, lost
Form: