Best Whimpered Poems
Pull out the easel
set the canvas
positioned long and slender clean slate.
Sketch the figures huddled and dark-bound hostage
to charcoal-cooled coals
etching in shadow images;
Faceless entities
slipping in and out the background
earth-toned sojourners accepting, alone, quiet, dying;
Still the images in silence
hard and disfigured
grotesque horrors in place;
Somber soul-drained eyes
skeletal socket holes
buried in the heart and mind;
Let tears fall down their cheeks
in wonder, awe, and
fear of what happens next.
Acrylic primers dilute the wash in the storyline
flaking and cracking
tearing each soul and truth away;
Polyptych blended burnish bleeds
quiet, soft exuding
whimpered cries, asking why;
Chiaroscuro collages of death from life
fading to diluent breaths
the heartbeat of an unholy silence;
Graded gouache monochrome scraper boards
releasing sfumatos of singularities
communal lives sacrificed
Varnish the final rendition
camouflage the realities,
the actuality of what it represents,
Time immemorial in genocidal atrocities
of Native Americans, Cambodians, Hawaiians,
Jews, Rwandans, Bosnia, Darfur,.
When does it stop?
The never-ending list
life is more precious than this
until change comes
Paint the Picture Black and Gray
pray
then act.
Categories:
whimpered, africa, art, dark, grief,
Form:
Imagism
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“Pristine your pose, exposed artistic allure”
Canvas on easel waits patiently,
naked in formless thought
Inviting rapture’s brush strokes
“White on white destined pleadings”
Visions engulf watercolor yearnings
blending passion’s tints…
Seductive bristled breaths fall
“Soft curves fill unframed desires”
Orchid skin seeps semi-gloss wishes,
hues of fire fed glazing
Smooth along tender tan lines
“Valleys of bliss penetrate oiled needs”
Mahogany eyes captivate,
portals shimmering silently,
beckoning in secretive glances
“Seductive palettes draw on my sight”
Crimson lips in a whimpered pout,
satin pillowed arching designs
whisper me my dreams
“Their touch breaks my will”
As I paint you, I linger in lust
Overwhelmed by your beauty,
falling helplessly into this masterpiece
“And we become one via art”
Saturated in drop cloth drippings,
sighs of fevered temptations rise
releasing abstract movements
“Acrylic serenity, vibrant achings”
Melting in chromatic motion,
collapsing among over-sprayed delirium,
embracing flowing iridescent endings
“Lost forever in a portrait of love”
Categories:
whimpered, art, beauty, desire, love,
Form:
Free verse
WAIT!
the poet laughed
there's love to document
there's passion, there's hate!
WAIT!
where's my pen, my typer?
my life is my art
Living passed by and the world did it's thing, rotating, tilting, and changing
but the poet sat idle, conjuring thought
he dreamt aloud, awake
of simple times
he drank
he smoked, lied, and bargained
yet never put into motion
what realities he should have, could have sought
funny how it happens for the poet
poetically tragic, this nothing whatsoever
WAIT!
cried the overweight, medicated poet
cornered by walls of his own brain
such a creative mind wasting away
a mind with fingers
no friends, and without eyes
the Poet scurried, smelling rain one day
so he looked to the window and wrote "Thee Greatest Poem Never Spoke"
trees gave leaves to fall and winter gave way to crawl
then blew it's load
the poet spoke again,
WAIT!
these beauteous seasons are the very reason my pen leaks prolific ink of lines so great
then spring sprung
bells rang and flings flung
but the poet failed to dare to love
women and children and angels passed his tearful face
and he gasped
WAIT!
I must write and express and show this amazing grace
sadly summer came and went again
upon it's glorious exodus the poet wrote and wrote
more and more of stars he never saw
and of rain his skin failed to feel
and of things he could only imagine
tears of everything doused the poet's pale cheek and he ate the pain which enveloped him
dim lights appeared as a nightmare
and finally one bright light of tunnel vision sizzled his name
the name he'd long since forgotten
just like everyone else
wait...the poet whimpered
wait...
tho' fate
would not,
could not,
WAIT.
Categories:
whimpered, death, life, poets, sad,
Form:
Free verse
One day I delivered a poem
one that seemed to be premature
so I swaddled her up
and set her aside
to grow 'til I felt reassured
How she yowled and howled for attention...
how she cried so piteously!
How she coughed and she sneezed
whimpered and wheezed
then threw up all over me!
Still I tenderly tended her bedside
and lovingly nursed her along
determined to sacrifice everything
to raise her up healthy and strong
As she grew and recovered, she wandered
and crawled over everything
and I found I had trouble containing
my rambling, unruly offspring
She became an inexcusable bounder
a wayward and bratty ingrate
who despite all my love and affection
refused to make sense or read straight
She dallied in questionable places
she idled and shiftlessly shirked
lazily lagging, ignoring my nagging
while I selflessly, endlessly worked
Firmly applied discipline to her
and structure, and meter, and rhyme
but she bucked, and rebelled, and bit me
and stayed up beyond her bedtime
We wrestled, and wrangled, and brawled,
bickered in bitter altercation
if I didn't do something quite soon
she would ruin my good reputation
At length, I decided I'd had it
we had reached the end of the road
and although she clung like a wet paper towel-
I flung her and flushed the commode!
Categories:
whimpered, humor, humorous, silly, word
Form:
Rhyme
Galloping within the nights of her innocence
he raced around the field fire chasing the heat of equine glee,
the horn of his head, a wizard's weapon and a witch's wish
with which a poison may be whimpered and youth enriched with longer laugh,
rose gold gilding on the supernatural spike ribboned with ribs of silver spells,
sensing the magic of her intuitive love the beast of God's bridge halts,
her eyes pretty in patient approach, his alert with admiring admonition,
they tresspass upon each other by exhalation of warm airy awe
whirling from their mouths, measuring the elation of frienship newly carved,
although invited to mount, the Maiden rubs her chin along his velvet nose,
fingers glide through the mane like breeze through willow branches, he huffs from joy,
in a gesture of supplication she kneels to the Unicorn's lead leg, one arm around
and a hand of healing pressed against his ripened chest, be restless and alone no more,
nibbling her ear in acceptence she giggles at the thought of adventure's anxiety,
leaping like an angel possessed with purpose for playful liaisons,
his back forming a saddle of supple security for her healthy frame, they join naturally,
she names him Azyerbel and he rears in rejoice at the grip of her knees,
riding into hinterlands of history unborn, they share courage known only to legends -
J.A.B. written in honor of, and for PD.'s Unicorn Birthday Contest 2012 -
Happy Birthday my Sphinx -
Categories:
whimpered, fantasy, birthday,
Form:
Epic
In times when I was met with frigidness,
and cruelty scraped my fragile skin,
I may have whimpered like a pup
or merely shaken it off.
Those memories remain
somewhere in my brain
but not in a
place of joy
or of
grace.
I
prefer
to lock up
old injuries,
and some I may have
concealed so very well
they linger as in a fog.
Unlike the bliss of a first kiss,
my deepest cuts and wounds have become
memories lost within a frozen mist.
Categories:
whimpered, memory,
Form:
Etheree
On the late night train away from sense
and into the midnight wasteland,
Old Lady Morbidica vomited blood,
I swore it was the blood
of unsuspecting travelers.
She bent her back, then sank to her knees,
and spewed into plastic bags,
it was her lifelong custom,
three plastic bags at a time
at least a couple of times a day.
I trembled with my travelling companion,
a changeling as I might have predicted.
Her only child, nameless and mythical,
traveled with her, high crimes in tow,
high crimes not directly known
but surely the highest crimes just the same.
Legend was he had a fourteen inch legend
but we were more concerned with high crimes.
We feared that Old Lady Morbidica
would cast a spell that we could not escape,
we dared not close our eyes
or with her spell she might reach our arteries
and vomit our blood into plastic bags,
it was her lifelong custom.
We feared that her son, one alone,
would cleave us open from throat to groin
and feed our innards to the pigs
running alongside the train in the night,
offering magical pig-like power
in exchange for the innards
of unsuspecting travelers.
We lay alongside one another
and she came to us in the smallest hours.
Strangely, Old Lady Morbidica smiled,
she looked unexpectedly benign,
she fell into my arms and whimpered,
I said nice things and comforted her.
Her nameless and mythical child
stood over us, he was quite plain,
next to me, still, my travelling companion,
now changed, as I should have known;
we all sang silly sweet songs,
the kind you’ll only hear
on Radio Kindergarten,
or on family-friendly CheeseTV;
we laughed with relief
and sobbed with shame.
4th March 2019
Categories:
whimpered, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
Clarence Stone stepped into the saloon,
Tired from long days on the trail.
He was riding on west to far Idaho,
Where land awaited, spacious and hale.
He was fleeing a feud that had consumed
The families of Burton and Stone.
Rather than die for an old hate,
He had set out with all that he owned.
Inside the bar one thing he did espy:
A woman beautiful and tanned,
With flowing black hair and emerald eyes,
Dressed in the jeans of a man.
Why such a woman was here, he didn’t know,
But she clearly seemed to belong.
She tossed back whiskey and joined the choir
Of the men’s raucous, cow-punching songs.
Stone went for a drink, and sat at the bar
Planning out the rest of his night,
When a man shouted ‘cheat,’ and all sprung up
The saloon gave itself over to fight!
Stone swung as they came, holding his own,
And the woman just off to his right,
Danced and dodged, kicked and swung,
Shrieking loudly her delight…
But her speed failed, and job it got through,
She stumbled, fell back to the floor.
So bold Clarence charged, bull-rushed the man,
Who whimpered and cried out,’No More!’
He helped the girl up, but she grabbed his neck,
And slammed him into a deep kiss.
She broke with a grin, and turned to the fray
Saying,’Come on! Let’s go finish this!’
Ten minutes later they both stumbled out
Sweaty with hard-fought victory.
Stone tried to move off, but she grabbed his wrist
Saying,’Oh No! You’re not done with me!’
They went to her hotel, hurried and hot
And up the grand stair-case did tear.
I won’t go into detail on what happened next,
For a gentleman doesn’t go there…
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Categories:
whimpered, adventure, conflict, growth, lust,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
"Where are you going?" I asked, but she said nothing.
Her hazel eyes raged like a tempest as she gently closed
the door behind her. "Don't go please. I'm sorry" my
heart cried out but my stubborn pride won out and
I said nothing.
I watched her walk away with that unique stride
which spoke of many past pleasures. while her hair,
Oh! Her fragrant raven hair that used to cover my
face each night beckoned me, but my dignity won
out and I said nothing.
"Wait! Wait!" My tortured brain whimpered while seeing
her get further away. In her suitcase she carried my
passion, my love, my future and my soul. My dignity
smiled while my stinging eyes, like those of a lost and
frighten child, begged her to return, but I said nothing.
Categories:
whimpered, angst, anxiety, assonance,
Form:
Free verse
I walked along, hand in hand
Strolling towards the trees.
I was happy, had no care,
Just the dog, my mother, and me.
I ran my hands, through the green,
Humming - carefree as can be.
I was content, and had no fear,
Just the dog, my mother, and me.
I closed my eyes, to feel the breeze,
Smiling so blissfully,
I sighed, then, I remember -
Just the dog, my mother, and me.
I opened my eyes, and the trees were bare
Barren ground surrounded me -
I screamed, wordless, held on even tighter
Just the dog, my mother, and me.
The sky then bled, my mother screamed
As to why I couldn’t see
My dog barked, and I held on to
Just the dog, my mother, and me.
My mother looked at me, her mouth was open
Still screaming silently
The dog whimpered, why was it only
Just the dog, my mother, and me.
She then faded, I ran after
Holding my dog helplessly
I knew then that image was over, of
Just the dog, my mother, and me.
When I stopped, she was gone, and so was the dog
They were only memories.
Nightmares or dreams - the only way it can be
Just the dog, my mother, and me.
Categories:
whimpered, analogy, anxiety, bereavement, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
GREAT GRANDPA TAUGHT ME HOW TO GIVE
My great grandpa once taught me how to give in a simple sort of way
When a brand new dollar I received as a gift for my birthday.
As I pondered what I could do with it, my wise mother said to me,
“There’s a place I know where it ought to go: on the church’s Christmas tree.”
Well, I knew that gift was an awful lot for a fellow such as I,
And I fought the urge there to give it, for I whimpered and I cried.
“Why a gift so much? It’s all I have!” “Yes, son, give it anyway,
For I know that when you give it to God, He will somehow you repay.”
So I tucked that gift very carefully in a Christmas bulb that day
And I took it shyly to the front for the missions far away.
I was sure that money now was gone; I would not see it again,
For to give that much was a lot to me, a real sacrificial pain.
A few days passed by and a Christmas card came addressed there with my name,
And my eyes were filled with great surprise when I saw what with it came,
For inside that card from my great grandpa were two dollars, neat and new,
And I learned that day when you give to God, He will give it back to you!
So as time went by and I learned to tithe and give some more besides,
I have seen it time and time again: God rewards and He provides!
Try it out, my friend, trust in God and give, and you’ll see what I once saw
In that lesson God taught me way back then from my loving great grandpa!
Categories:
whimpered, giving,
Form:
Rhyme
The once was a Pick-a-Dilly Lily,
well, she was all green, don't you see?
Though her friends ran about willy-nilly,
she sat on the ground 'neath a tree.
Dumpty-Down rolled on by shilly-shally,
never stopping to spark, or play,
even acorns would not dilly-dally,
it seems they had nothing to say.
Lily's head bowed in sadness, she whimpered,
"Am I jealous, that could not be!"
Then an ant walking by said "It's simpler!"
if you could get up, then you'd see.
Fair Lily prayed all the day long, "Oh, please."
she wanted to run, to move 'round!
She prayed to the birds, she prayed to the bees,
she prayed to the thunders loud sound.
The next morn Lily spied Roly-Poly,
a fat man who said, "come with me,"
Now, she sit in a vase holy-moley,
not under that fine acorn tree.
The moral right here is really quite clear,
green with envy, you should not be,
be happy where God plants you, my dear,
and enjoy the shade of oak tree.
*See About the Poem
Categories:
whimpered, childhood, life,
Form:
Rhyme
The Zombies got together with our Dragon on one fall Day.
They said that they wanted to come over for Halloween to play.
At least, that’s what, the Zombies, to Dragon, definitely, did say.
But ulterior motives were set into motion, to Dragon’s dismay.
You see, they wanted to be famous, like Dragon, and save the day.
But with Dragon a Hero, no one called on them, ever, in that way.
So they locked Dragon up, quietly, while playing Hide and Go Seek.
Then, they ran off, to yes, find their fame in ways, so very unique.
When Dragon finally got out, he went to find dear old Grandpa Troll.
Grandpa Troll decided to help them with ideas for… each and every one.
As no one would stop running and listen, each time, they came into view.
So Grandpa Troll became a go between, and Dragon learned to help, too.
Terrorists were scared away when Zombies dressed up like 72 virgins.
Got to admit: That’s definitely a new interpretation and a new version.
What can I say! Next time, beware, of what strangers promise… to you…
If it sounds too good to be true… Well, I’d of run, too! Wouldn’t you?
A Zombie lawyer came to court, Hey, he was a lawyer before, he died.
When he came over, ground his teeth, and then sat down, by their side.
His clients took guilty pleas, were scared straight or whimpered and cried.
I think the Zombie was hungry, so perhaps they were being most wise.
Then surrounding a school… They stopped a shooter from getting thru.
The shooter shot at the Zombies, being scared! Not at the kids! It’s true!
And the FBI found, they scared people from a house, without a firefight.
After all, who is more scary, the police… or Zombies… day or night…
Yep, in strange ways… they were usually effective, in most fights.
ISIS always took flight, as Zombies came running waving the ISIS flag.
Worried that becoming Zombies would soon also be their new plight…
No one in ISIS waited to find out, if that would definitely, become right.
Some were even signed for a new TV series… Yep! Just what we needed!
Another Zombie show… Is being written… This time, a reality show!
It’ll be called ‘Zombie Heros’… They’re sure you’ll be smitten!
And, of course, hopefully… not bitten… Happy Halloween!
Categories:
whimpered, fantasy, fun, funny, hilarious,
Form:
Light Verse
Earths red crust shudders
Skyline crackles purple forks
Famine feet flurry
My willow tree scorched
Lunar eclipse eternal
Barefoot beach walk dream
Volcanic ash views
A black season treelines crunch
Whimpered solo bark
Stagnant water tea
Pungent roots and herbs galore
Humanless abyss
Categories:
whimpered, anger, animal, color, environment,
Form:
Haiku
April 26, 2018 Thursday 9:10 am A COMING APART OR A COMING TOGETHER
WHEN WILL I HAVE YOU?
I ask
oh, anything to get you to focus on us
Think about
Talk about us
but, the bait isn’t taken
You must forget how much this love seeks
to validate
to commeserate
to be
When will you be all mine? I whimpered, I wondered, I asked, I begged
Oh Love you stupid creature of myth
Why did you come to my doorstep in such a hideous way?
Full of lack
Full of insinuation
Full of stark days full of unrequited everything
The touch of you, the long drawn out harm derived
if it isn’t going to last
like forever promised
Full of holes is this love
nasty implications
this whores nest
a flipped over contamination of heart
two that want but won’t be
won’t be what’s wanted
you sit in holy non matrimonious bliss
as I wait in sanctimonious kiss
what kind of love is this
this blessed event soured in tentured history
you and your best flaunted
by me in daily horror
while I guess
is it fool or not
to keep you
when you show up
even daily is the promise
and you do
still I suffer the wages
paid to keep us apart
it wasn’t my idea
to have it like this
i put up with it
because like I said before
love is stupid
shot full of holes
blinding
binding
habitual
pissy
I’d like a hiatus
from this
though I’d miss
the interaction
in my mind
an intelligence dwells
the heart doesn’t partake though
it too, idiots up
at this rate
even if it comes
I may not take it
May forget the whole escapade
go my own way
without
without hoping it will turn out
I may let doubt override
I loved being a whole, one together
With you, I’m neither
barely a quarter, if that
so how come we’re still haggling over the details
why still together
got me
that’s all I know
is you still do
have me
When will I have you?
Categories:
whimpered, love hurts,
Form:
Prose Poetry