Stumbling along the worn down pine,
Clamoring like a babe against floor and a table leg
I found the stool to shame all other stools.
Propping my bony bottom atop
Like a laggardly old lion,
Done with denunciation,
Dismal and downgraded,
While awaiting the minstrel's mentions
of a certain sort of sustenance.
"I have here for you soup
My little lamb."
Yet a lion here I sit!
With letters here I writ!
While in my bowl
She spills the same.
Despite my place.
Despite my name.
I take a spoonful
Maybe more.
My taste buds take off
Beyond flavor's shore.
I've now flown the coop
Just for poetry's soup.
Categories:
denunciation, poetry,
Form: Free verse
After 2 years of recrimination and denunciation, where are the remains of the children buried at the Kamloops Indian Residential School?
Anyone?
Categories:
denunciation, hyperbole,
Form: Free verse
denunciation
of other women....
no growth required
I have had an experience with a woman like this and the best thing to do with them is let them alone.
Denunciation: criticism, putting down
Contest: Bite Size Poem #20
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Date written: o9/09/2021
Categories:
denunciation, life,
Form: Senryu
A mustang of denunciation
—maverick of words
(Ardmore Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Categories:
denunciation, passion,
Form: Free verse
I walk the path of Human Secrecy
I belong in no Shelf
I put no labels to Myself
Hopeless of Heaven
Fearless of Hell
Unraveled my mind
Evoking turmoil in my Soul
In the mystery of my own Disguise
A stranger to my own Thoughts
Cradled with a Heartless Rive
That sees no boundaries
The emancipation of my mind
Subversive at its extreme
An agile Intricacy
The darkest part of my Soul
Where despotism forbids Denunciation
I've a mind of the highest Distinction
That holds me by the hand
Silently Saying
Look, Listen and Learn
I seek to understand
Rather than be understood
When God himself is in the Rough
It's time to summon Satan's Hell..
Categories:
denunciation, dream, encouraging, how i
Form: Concrete
Four corners.
Stands, four players.
Quarrels of foul cries, collided.
Facing each nemesis into quadrants, divided.
Individuals motivated by objectives.
Devising plans, careful detectives.
Goal to achieve the highest rank, careful steps--discriminate.
Going by the hit-list, tunnel vision, hindrances must eliminate.
Scoping intensely, measuring opponents, methodical evaluation.
Staying alert, mind assessment, sedulous investigation.
Shrill of the first struck, the red bullet--bounces.
Instant reflex, ricochet the shot, violence--denounces.
The King may bend the rules, charges swift modification.
The Pawns are summoned, critical prosecution.
The Bishop prays for the suspects, classified praises, flattery denunciation.
The Queen cradles a heart, each beat rebounds, battery probation.
Categories:
denunciation, allegory, analogy, conflict, corruption,
Form: Personification
I need a space for silence
where I can commune with Him
God, my reason for everything
who calls me even in times of difficulties.
His ways may not be our ways
but his essence speaks the enormity
of humanness and divinity
across this world of frailty.
I guess I have to move on
amid some trials and afflictions;
it’s really a matter of faith conviction
that I have to hang on to His will.
With all the problems I meet each day,
I still stand up and face them with optimism
it’s really a great deal of faith that I’ve to keep going
in this world of struggles awash with denunciation.
I see how it works, along with temptations,
pride and obdurity to insist on my own
but with an attitude of humility and nothingness
makes me rely just on Him for the rest of my life.
Categories:
denunciation, hope, life, world, faith,
Form: Narrative
WISH
I have love for you so much
I think it’s not enough.
What you think i don’t know
My love may not go to and fro.
It is firm
It is enough.
Are not wound
Not beyond.
It is deep
It’s stiff.
Why delay to accept
My love is perfect.
Wish flavor
Have never.
You accept
Perfect.
Last wish for perfection
Don’t denunciation
Wound but last wish
My heart is in practice.
saroj khan[sakha]
Categories:
denunciation, allegorylove,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
What is it that I fear? when things are bright clear
Maybe dreams those so dear; fail to come near
Dream akin to concubine; Shy on eyes wide open
Will ever be mine; like crown on head shine
In midst of confusion, I lay lonely on horizon,
To hunt down illusion, and implore inspiration
To conquer denunciation, of dreams I so realize
And cloaked in audacity; to sterile my fear entirely
In solitude I shall cherish; the scars of past fear
Still my dreams unbridle; like unbound lover
Enticingly fail to ebb, vigorous in pride
Had no doubt with glittering hope, dawn will arise
rAHUL...
Categories:
denunciation, inspirationalfear,
Form: I do not know?