Exacerbated Poems | Examples

My Misery

My misery DOESN'T 
love company.  
It doesn't want
you or anyone else, 
to feel the anger and pain 
that I feel.  
My misery doesn't want to lash out, 
or wreak havoc.  
And, it doesn't want to force you to kneel.  
My misery doesn't want to over and over again 
hash out what has already been explained... 
and explained...
over and over again, 
what most definitely should be understood. 
My misery doesn't want you to feel remedial, 
Not so much...
even when your aptitude of my attitude, has branded you as such.
My Misery 
doesn't want to be your emotional thesaurus, constantly translating the most common emotions.
My Misery
doesn't want to be your teacher. 
My Misery 
is through, 
and just wants to be left alone & retired,
Because it seems to be exacerbated by you.

Melancholic Muse

Its inner self, deep dark hole of a maze, 
Sad stretch of dire and apathetic doom, 
Exacerbated when outlasts a phase, 
Giving the tunnel end’s lighting no room.

The steel shackles along its iron grip 
Without a shame restraint the weary mind, 
Stricken under merciless lashing whip -
In solitude, disabled and confined.

To silence this depressing demon’s voice -
To attack from all fronts and from within, 
Forfeiting the battle is not a choice, 
Only one way to rise above - to win! 

May 7, 2023

Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Contest: Anatomy of Melancholy

Angels On Your Shoulders

Stare all over, O World, you scarcely utter.
Bear stalwart angels to arise over the air tugger.
Odoriferous water may abscond the realm of prosily.
Such as the Goddess of Heaven perpetrates an odyssey,

Please, Lord, I pray you are aware of my plea heed.
The blunder I committed thwarts a significant need.
My wickedness is crucial to fade as it's such a bigwig.
I aspire that everyone will stay ready for the callow sprig.

My trudge to the palatial gateway has formally begun.
I'm embedded in the exacerbated curse greaten.
We embody no faith in eliciting heavenly mercy.
And will do it as soon as I can from a gallows tree.

My mighty task was a cipher accredited to splendor.
Plus, the angels yielded me their smoldering ember.
They allotted me munificently for their rare care, too.
Failed my mystical prowess to beckon them, they mellow.

Below kaleidoscopic bulwarks or in a raving creek,
In bosom nirvana, we withdrew the draughty bleak.
I earned a lasting bliss than one could dream.
And I willingly sieve to share my peaceful stream.


Written: December 15, 2021

A STRAND (DEC 26) Poetry Contest
 Sponsored by: Brian Strand

Poem To Pick Will Make You Sick

of poems take your pick
there are those who make you sick
some may sound so slick

need a poem to write
so God will have to invite
help me take big bite

saw a soft shower
while God with all His Power
helped grow our flower

bristle whistle thistle

stuck with a thistle
he had blown with a whistle
caused neck to bristle

exacerbated
after they had created
a show outdated

an algorhythm
was like a catechism
causing a schism

they made a profit
and up would have to cough it
when crime did admit

may not be so sure
which poem do you prefer
will have to endure

former forlorner
kicked ball in corner
know am a mourner

Slave To Time

A second is defiant 
a minute is aggressive towards my dreams
flourishes a formidable mental anarchy
I creep confidently by the tail of a second
To the dejection of sympathizers
The patience of my sympathizers tires me
Waiting for the minute of abortive strife
Anticipated steps abrogated
Triumphant move trails the second
When fear surrogates confidence
Hope carries away the receiving end
Pain being exacerbated by giving
To bond the two sides
For passionate diffusion
Carrying hope together
Sending waves beyond normal.

The prologue was so pulsating
With punitive ideas meant to probate
pummeling the frail wasn't prolific
the effort of maternal Ponto punch,
but made it abreast with the potent

pseudo abrogate of stitch made it puck
the accord was to prelude penal
disloyalty chastens from pudenda
we swore the cause by purity
now we stand exhibiting 
enjoying our terrifying purl

A Grand Experiment

To a world of darkness, of brawling, of territorial fights
  came a moment of clarity, dawned a new light

A grand experiment, daring beyond all comprehension
  which could have exacerbated underlying tensions

But it found firm footing, and despite imperfections
  there arose a new nation after seven years of insurrection

A place where a man could upgrade his station in life
  and a revolution's pen was as sharp as a hunter's knife

A land to roam, to explore, to cultivate
  A land of mountains, forests, and plains so great

With a wilderness untamed, and where rivers breathed free
  Where you could assert you, and I could become me

Yet alack and alas, the land's bright promise has faded
  midst darkness and brawling and descendants become jaded

And now America's a nation, very much like the others
  where no man is your brother and sons turn on their mothers

Playing the Fiddle

Riding off into the Ivory Palace sunset,
in a pitch-black limousine, no less

Hear the heavy metallic chariot roar,
leaving exacerbated fumes echo deplored

Aural palette, enamel pestilent pain 
on burnt crimson background grain

Scorching prairie brush fire
was the cruel comfort desire

It’s aghast portrait in pandemic grief,
pyramid scheme exit of paucity relief

The curtain call, pulmonary rating king
is a modern-day Nero

His favorite numbers (violin strumming)
are the printed zeroes

Fashioning a Fourth Reich,
naked emperor be blew Lenin unsound

Ballot dropping the psych,
bosom burning the divided house down

With a teary grift posturing diddle,
Amerikan Nero is playing the fiddle

Rearview rolling one last Rublecon riddle,
carny Fahrenheit was the plucking piddle

Crumbling democracy
was brimstone seen through the smoke

Ash trail of hypocrisy
left an urn nation crematorium stoked


12-29-20

Do Tell

Exacerbated with thought
by the subtraction of calculation
a frustrating calibration
Tongues twisting and turning 
Computing images of relations
extracting time and patience
withdrawing from allegations
telemarketing frustrations
With calls of aggravation
Irritating the mind, 

Hanging Up

" a light tongue twister lol"

Anew

It was yet another day
Tossing my bag in the car and driving away
Dodging through the busy streets
Amidst the tyre screeches.

 

We thought Corona was at bay,
But still the virus crept its way,
Leaving us short of breath
Torturing some to death.

 

We were all let down
When came the lockdown.
Panic, fear and desperation
Exacerbated by the sequestration.

 

Hearts filled with dread,
Not knowing what lay ahead.
Health worker went to heal
Mask on,with the same zeal.

 

Busy streets now deserted
All forms of traffics now busted.
At junctions, instead of horns blaring
Cheerful chirps of bird are airing

 

Humans are healing from their bruised ego
Shut in their houses with nowhere to go.
The atmosphere is eerily calm
As if Nature is applying its own balm.

Obituary

"I'm just popping out for the papers", 
he always used to say,
"I won't be too long, so try to be strong", 
he'd laugh, "whilst I am away".
Part of the ritual, the daily round 
of retirements humdrum existence,
but comforting in its familiarity, 
and enfolding in its consistence.
An aneurism they called it, 
like a blockage inside a drain,
exacerbated by his running 
to try to escape from the rain.
Some mornings now, I have to admit, 
I get an attack of the vapours,
when I look at his chair, but then I think, 
he's just popped out for the papers.

Waterloo

With every extra inch into darker depths
Wherein lean lot's venomous fang bites,
I brave worse pains and stings that rise
Past all steel into hitherto unfelt heights.

Every fresh day calls exacerbated fears
That trim stouter hope and fuller cheers,
Dealing fatal blows to potent prospects;
Fogging mirrors whereon all life reflects.

Even while I deem the battle finally won,
Still I meet emboldened missiles hurled
Onto the assumed triumphant champ;
Stilling his flying flag and grinning gun. 

All past winnings turn to neutered starts,
In this ceaseless racing to a shifting line;
No first milestones earned via iron guts,
Ever long stand as an encouraging sign. 

End-lines alter and time hops backward,
As I duel against Fate's nine-lifed sword.

Mein Kampf Self Imprisoned Gulag

Mein Kampf...Self Imprisoned Gulag

Onset of conception wrought significant
destructive quantum sized genetic quark
invisible, fissile, and congenital skull,
sans crossbones deathmark

scythe kill logical metastatic
psychic path head shrinking Reichsmark
financial reparation taxed this human bark
at peril of ark

covenant fomenting incruent
lacerating psychological ordeal
triggering mythological hound fierce bark
king Cerberus from Hades

bajillion times more
ferocious than a shark
oppressive teeth gnashing
jawbreaking, human prey stark

dead meat, bleak fin de siecle lifespan
razor sharp teeth trademark
death sentence worse
than totalitarian regime,

emasculating, defeating, crushing any spark
to muster livingsocial jackknifing
sole ambition waiting, Clark
Kent (alias superman) powerless,

thus letting me die non staining watermark
as permanent solution
freeing relentless gravestone mark
piercing, sundering, and vitiating

against nemesis, sans panic attacks
exacerbated by infiltrated FARC
militia firearms at the ready,
where soul will peacefully park
amidst cognoscenti immune to snark!

The Fault and the Fix

There were many concerns over negative talk about leadership.                                                                           The news bearers seemed poised to take a stand for 'righteousness'.                                                                     Then, there was an examination of the communications and corrections.                                                         After weighing the pros and cons of possible actions and options to be taken,                                                                    the consensus was to leave matters as they were, because 'fix it' measures may very well have exacerbated the problem.  There was the fear that the suggested cure would not have brought a resolution, and the proposed 'fix' would have been worse than the 'fault'.  Let's beware of the 'pricey fix' because it can be downright amusing to come to the realization that there are times when the 'do nothing attitude' is wiser than one that says, 'Let's get to the bottom of this'.
01182018 PS

Streaming My Consciousness In Public

My rent-a-friend held my vindicated words in 1 condescending song,
An exacerbated flick of her tongue, in the power of 2

They latched onto the breathlessness of 3 escaping dolphins
As they beg for release unto 4 virgin soliloquies

5 wishes for the return of my rent-a-friend
Because they left without leaving 6 comments on my vulnerable bloodstain.

So, I wrote them off like 7 hidden tax burdens.

I let their door hit me 8 ways to Moscow on the way out
But, I felt fine for 9 minutes.

10 lords-a-leaping off their encrypted facade

Their kiss did not bring me to the power of 11
Like it did 12 seconds ago

Friday the 13th was our anniversary,
Another name for February 14th

“15 ways to be a good pal”, declares social media
Until they judge with 16 lashes, when perspectives fail

17 prayers to a god that didn’t rank highly on Wikipedia,
I’m the 18th rejected apostle whose horn was snatched by cashmere heathens

19 breaths to reach for better days.

20 was the max.

©
(For the contest of the Strand: Mid January 2018)

True Friendship

The true meaning of friendship ,
                                          use to come. 
when we would have fenced with
                exacerbated adverse some.
That time we thought,
      a partner, fellow to be within life.
The time friend comes forward ,
  make friend freed from adverse type.
     Paradigm of which,
                            is only true friendship.
     Maintain position, 
                 above all bloody relationship.

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