Grimness Poems | Examples

Death in the New Year

Our hands are tied, Death
Since you dawned on us this New Year . . .

Shapely bottles of champagnes have shone
And have broken to fragments with the ululation
Of firecrackers that warmed cold and dark wintry skies.
Now, aphonia sets in from unending lamentations.
Headlines, buried by the chilly bones of winter,
Are barren of good tidings.
A chionophile besieges the rim of a sedulous Yuletide
Grieving by oneiric alleys . . .
I speak of the Friedhof of haunting grimness behind
The curtains of howling winds;
Chants that frequent the disease of frightened melodies, stained
With the aged banality of youthful death;
And the purlieu of cremated souls and consolidated ashes.
Daggers are drawn to paint skulls on canvas slit by the
Whispering tongues of fire
Candles burn their tallow gently on the skin of cancer,
A stinkaroo that stinks with rage.
We do not know how else to turn the calendar.
The edges brim with hostile, burning blood,
Frozen with bits of hate and servile penetralia.

New Year hangs the singed sigil of death
On the bosom of fattened scrolls.

The Ravishing Grimness

Veil of midnight, shroud of ache,  
A hollow heart begins to wake,  
Unfed, unwhole, in shadow curled,  
Craving life within this world.  

A wraith unseen yet bound to thirst,  
The agony—a wicked curse,  
Flesh untouched but essence bled,  
Hungering for what is shed.  

Through trembling dark and frigid moan,  
I grasp at souls, yet stand alone,  
Each stolen breath a fleeting glow,  
Still starving deep in depths below.  

Ravishing grimness, wretched plight,  
A suffering that breeds delight,  
To drink, to drain, to taste the soul,  
To feel—then lose—control.  

In tortured pangs, my hollow cries,  
A thirst that burns, that never dies,  
No blood will sate, no flesh repair,  
Only whispers in the air.  

The void consumes, yet I remain,  
Bound by hunger, wracked with pain,  
A phantom lost, unseen, yet near,  
Feeding off your trembling fear.  

And when the night betrays the dawn,  
Another voice—another gone,  
A feast of echoes, dimly bright,  
Devoured whole before the light.

Metamorphosis

The resemblance of the omnipotence imprinted
With rare colours and shades elegantly tinted
Cherubims and seraphs adorn my being's core.
Like the capacious cosmos, I am in candour.

Senses surpass the physique and touch the psyche.
Wisdom arises beyond my likes and dislikes.
Allure becomes affection. Lust turns into love.
Divine graces, like monsoon rains, fall from above.

Consciousness and unconsciousness seem to conflict.
Connections of clear conscience, yet, within, get flicked
Like the lustre of the sun, the moon, and the stars
Rays of virtue erase naiveté’s sombre scars.

I am on earth and in heaven at the same time.
Body and soul, like church bells, are in tuneful chime.
What's heaven and hell when divine presence pervades?
The grimness of death and grave becomes godly glades.

Sea Glass

As a pebble from a rough rock, my existence began.
Did I, devoid of destiny, have a peculiar plan?
I was caught between the caves of waves and tricky boulders.
The sun over the seashores was not less than a smoulder.

Haphazardly, with nothing of my gleeful goal, I flowed
Amidst coarseness, a ray of refulgence from within glowed.
Hazardous hardships of grinding and gravelling I bore
Priceless perfection, yet, passionately possessed my core

Twisted, turned, and tossed, my hard edges got softened and smoothed.
Indeed, there were moments too, when, by sea waves, I got soothed.
I am strong now. I'm bright and shining like a sparkling gem.
Shreds of sun and moon hide between the bold folds of my hem.

How I am joyous when I am in a child's tender hold!
How grimness grills my heart when, by a merchant, I am sold!
Ups and downs are parts of process my existence, I know.
This is why I don't fear when in streams like a leaf I flow.

I am humble even when I look tall, fat, high, or wide.
In the process of my becoming, I have lost my pride.
As every being or nonbeing, I too might be gone.
Isn't life a bon voyage from the known to the unknown?

Resolutions

As autumns of dear life, I endeavor to face,
Reminiscing in springs, memories I retrace;
Cognizant that splendor of seasons will end,
Seeking amends, life’s goodwill I befriend;

Resolving to shed grimness trapped in yore,
Discarding grievances, hatefulness I abhor,
Filling voids with wisdom of enlightened soul,
Welcoming endearment aging vibes cajole.

Harmony I shall hoist, to apex of its tempo,
Strumming mirthfully rhythms of tomorrow,
Freed from obscurity of yesterday’s shadow
Rejoicing with family on life’s sunlit meadow.

Hosting sentiments that elucidate life anew,
Ethereal I wish to woo~ revered, and true,
Pleading for bliss of heaven, eternal as time,
Living and letting live, in tranquility sublime.

Disavowing shackles of material, mundane,
Compassion I’ll chase of benevolent domain
Redressing incongruence, vying virtues divine,
Steering autumns of my life till values align.
 
December 22, 2022
Placed 3rd: Resolutions for 2023 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Escape From Prison

Prisoner mortally confined,
plotting your escape like Papillon,
conceiving freedom like a zoo animal.
Then dreaming on, 
you meet a flying child in all your mirrors.
Nearly weightless, pulled in every gale,
lifted like a kite,  
catapulted high over every trail.
Then dreaming on,
you are the drafty power of your path,
the easy elevation of your flight.
This embedded skill is never forgotten.
Deep within the hippocampus,
your winged Poseidon,
the flying child in all your mirrors.
Then dreaming on,
soaked in sleep, reverie’s seahorse.
Flying child,
free of worldly constraints,
free of torment and angst,
free in oceans and skies,
your tourist anima continues vaulting.
But then, eyes open in the dim grimness,
You remember this cell,
these sad limits of the corporeal.
Yet, how is it that your dreams know more?
Prisoner mortally confined.

Accepted for Publication: The Opiate Journal, spring 2023

Blue Flu

Bandicoot's bounce over my dead lead head.
Grim the outlook,
I am the grimness in my own storybook.
Moods are my mannerism's.
Gooey nose - a stonking flu
got me
now I mimic a monkey
with my bullhorn blowing.

When will the sun rise my eyes?
Blighted by sniffles, I dizzy and sway
to the 'Drug Mart', there to gag and goggle;
at so many meds for a bunged-up head.
Handfuls of hope
back to the laze-upon floozy chair
guzzling pills a popping.

Later, write this,
mayhap get pissed on some bitter brew.
Bandicoot's snoring.
A little peckish.
Here a glimmer
there it is, the shiny light,
feeling svelte in a sky bright blue.
Sniffing better, sleep later.

Neurodeus Dophamine

Enthroned Qeis-Layla lay under God,
Propheted a mania in madness blood.

The spark of a padma has not died,
A sorrow Hansel-Gretel lacrimated.

A just far away lady likeness,
Adore God for the grimness.

Tristan- Isolde has begged Eden stair,
A chivalric ludus tore apart the affair.

Asking God to love is cup idly,
Anthony-Cleopatra quelled vividly.

When romantic feelings are triggered,
God laughed.

Love Casts a Shadow

I quest my love from the depths of silenced shadows, 
amongst the reclusive dimness…
Where I compose my Soliloquy of Solitude 
as I gravitate to a ghostly grimness…
Fortitude I have none, for my hermitic heart 
pulsates within its penumbra prison…
I walk these calamitous corridors with the stench 
of sulfates that have ruinously risen…
All I seek is you, my love, for you have gone,
and thus I’m trapped in tangled thoughts…
Where rivers of tears sing a sad song, 
my lachrymal love tied by katabolic knots…
My hidden heart lays to rest, confined and consumptive, 
for many other hearts here weep…
My eyes of devotion become blind, 
and Symphony of Sorrows rampageously reap.





April.28.2020
Shadows Poetry
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke 

Placed 5'th...Thank You

Roses and Lace

Time to snuggle with a spring bouquet of roses and lace.
Snuggle them to your beautiful, tranquil face.

Sipping some cool jasmine tea, with no regard for hours.
Nay, the world with its endless exhortations to grimness and 
tearful showers.

A sorrow, shuts down a poet's soul.
It's time right now, to let all of it go.

Be in stillness with your God, who removes sadness.
Hence, comes sun, joy and unspeakable gladness!


                 April 15, 2020
                   2:30pm PST

Loss

Polar bear
Sapped
Dreary 
Thin

Visible world falling apart
Real time tragedy

Climate change shackles to fasten him to numbing hunger
Ragged white fir coat growling through its misery
A broken grimness in gutted nature
No ice drift of salvation

Till the last polar bear dies in a smoke chain of complacency
National Geographic special

This too passes into history
Toxic forgetfulness
           like a channel flicked
And every screen's back to normal.

Song :: Seadna Mheadhanach

Still, I suffer from loneliness;
Guess you know, how I rewrite;
It's hard to write, to recreate
a great song straight by tonight.

Stay with me now, my emotion
stolen solely by stillness 
never dullness helps composing
brilliance holding your grimness.
~x~x~

Stupid Fool

Stupid fool look at yourself what has your knowledge gained!
No forward motion or healthy growth,
Just some poor intellect pouring out of a grumpy man.
What perseverance do you follow upon your stagnated road?
Or do you push from opposite sides until your viewpoints lost!
Your grimness stirs my sanity and boils my blood in clumps,
I cannot take one look at you and please my mind with peace.
Just for once would you stop and listen, to another’s way of thinking,
And leave your rigidity at the door because I am tired of your two cents worth.
This intransigence you cloak your words with, pierce every soul you meet,
You bleed the life out of every thought and every encountered dialogue.
The utter pigheadedness of your verbal contributions,
Bring nothing but stalemate,
And one day soon or perhaps it won’t, be the death of your legacy!

Date of Poem:  15 July 2019

Sponsored by: John Hamilton

In Comes the Future

The doorway is at last brightly lit within view
So soothsayers say "let the mallet fall where it may
At this day in this time nostrils breathe pollutants
Without choice
Breathe then heed this voice

At no point should you ever feel worthless 
And wither out of being
Even with grimness of oppression surrounding
And dreary of drear conspiring

Let them ferociously scrape the skies  
PROGRESS EATS THE MONEY PIES
The wretched ones will throw all innocent 
To wild dogs 
Farewell to those left in dim dreams.

And THEM WHO WALK FORTH INTO THE
LIGHT OF LIFE 
In comes the future for
Those who are  ENDOWED with 
STRENGTH SHALL LEAD

Love Blown

Sudden rustling of the leaves on tree tops
And whizzing sound all around,went so loud
Woke me from my slumber
Night so gloomy ,did  out number
Things lying loosely around the house ,
went swirling around
Doors were swinging open and close
Screeching sound emanated from them
There was terrible noise all around
Terrified I lay in my bed waiting
For it to pass away
All sorts of terrible thoughts,crossed my mind 
 gloominess & grimness shrouded above &around
Only the reality of snuggling close
On such a stormy & dismal  night
Was a comforter
All else so terrifying
Remain close my love
Raise no bar
Don't shrug off 
Or else remain far
For the gloom n  storm outside
Might our love blow off.

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