Maddest Poems | Examples

Mental Health

Moth wings aren’t as bright
Even when against sunlight
No one fears the butterfly 
Tears smear the maddest cry
A man is scorned for life
Let him morn let him try

Holding on to tender insides
Energy driven by his pride
Amethyst pain from his brain
Licorice lies drive him insane 
Talk to him about mental health 
How to listen how to help

Axe traffic, snails in Wales'

Its ludicrous in wales today, ideology holds the maddest
Sway.' A twenty mile an hour plan, for every motoring
Woman and Man.? And every bus? and taxi too? A lunacy
A type of zoo.' Thats how i view this stupidity, and it can't
Remain..' Twixt you and me' just like a joke, its really bad
Thats plain, which be shared, cause its too sad.' Some scum 
That float
Ideas and division, have slashed and torn, the  soul and fabric
With savage inscisons.' almost un-human, its nearly there'
Cold as ice, devoid of care, Wales needs more optimisam
Less oppression, more hope; and not such blandness and
Nonsense revision, with inverted tropes'  baboons i say could 
do no
Worse, than your so called leaders all davos re-vh-ersed.!

Does Money Define Success Or Happiness

Many lives have been ruined
for the maddest race known to us:
does money define success or happiness?
Why has greed motivated and fooled
the smartest people around?

Luxury comes from wealth, not sacrifice;
keeping it up is a must and should one lose
the privilege to look good and be admired will raise
brows and open the eyes to unexpected demise,
being deprived of comfortable things is obstruse!

Mark belonged to a corporate group that
generated billions selling stocks and bitcoins.
then came the pandemic and broke it apart;
he cried a lot and decided to slash his veins:
it cost his life, he chose darkness over light!  

Everybody has gone their way,
they have trashed his memory;
his granite grave has no candles, no flowers:
revenge was done to bring justice to buyers
who trusted someone who handled shady deals!


Does money define success or happiness?
Can one get both by practicing deceit and be called elite?
None of these I have found yet, only stones that impede
glamour to enter the delusional senses:
am I brave enough to fend off tears?

Meeting the Maddest Hatter

Frankly my dears, I had never met a mad hatter in real life
He claimed to be the maddest for he was angry with his wife.
I tried to listen, but he was totally unreasonable with me.
Insisting he was too angry to listen, he was belligerent you see.

I tried to get away, but he never stopped talking.
I know it’s not polite, but I finally ran away from his squawking.
Have you met the maddest hatter? Someone asked the next day.
Yes, I have I admitted, and I quickly got away.

Quiet Not In Riot

Oh! How great it tastes: Steamy Riot
But is it delicious like Quiet?
How glorious it appears: Chariot 
Still in some wars and conflicts: Idiot…

I had had to talk about Riot:
The scene promising all but quiet,
The maddest jury of a chariot,
As men go for chaos like diet.

Real and fake claims clash with canisters 
They flee who had wished to spoil banisters:
Rioters who hang on: Real Monsters 
On the spur of the moment, songsters,
Also heroes for loving their words
And towards sad death moving in herds…

The crucial point: Riot not quiet:
While it reigneth all vultures flyeth.

I Know Some of Life's Sorrows, Fate Decrees Everlasting

I Know Some Of Life's Sorrows, Fate Decrees Everlasting

I saw seven dying newborn white horses
I stumbled upon seventeen darken courses
I ran through twenty-seven ancient burnt temples
I found love may be hard, even when life is simple.

I sat at thirty-seven broken wooden tables
I listen intently to forty-seven mystical fables
I kissed sweetly fifty-seven kindhearted virgins
I sat in ocean fires with flaming tides  surging.

I spoke sixty-seven times of my cravings
I cried out seventy-seven of my maddest ravings
I sang eighty-seven songs of death and devastation
I recall the best and worse of me without hesitations.

I wonder if hundred-seven years would be worth living
I think I need hundred twenty-seven years for forgiving
I beg for hundred thirty-seven days of deepest fasting
I know some of life's sorrows, Fate decrees everlasting.

R.J. Lindley, Sept 20th. 1976, December 11th, 2019
Rhyme, ( The Roads That Fate And Destiny Set Upon Us )
- Where the mystical shadow dances and blows.-

In the Gladdest Baddest Mood Today

It was the gladdest, 
Baddest
Maddest
I had ever been.

I did not know 
Whether to laugh
Or cry

So I did both.

Never Hit a Child With a Belt

Never hit a child with a belt.
Don't hit them with a fist.
Don't hit them with a whip.
Don't hit them with a chain.

Never hit a child.
It breaks their heart.
It makes them sad.
It makes them mad.

Never hit a child.
It hurts their feelings.
It makes them cry.
It makes them manic.
It makes them depressed.

Never hit a child.
If you want to hit a child
seek help at once.
Because you'd better do that
Because you don't want to raise
a schizophrenic or a manic depressive or a drug addict
Right?

Never hit a child.
With a belt.

The angriest, saddest, maddest, meanest
ready-to-fight children,
The ones who needed me the most,
the ones who frightened me the most
the ones who hurt animals and called
names and spit on people and slapped
people in the face until the people 
cried and cried.

They were all hit by belts
by their mothers.
Every single one of us.

Never hit a child with a belt.

Summer Summer

SUMMER  SUMMER

‘S earing is believing’,  so to say
U mbrella-shaded or not, all is hay.
M uggy months with their max-it-out man hours,
M ay being the maddest in gods' asylum.
E ven  the other three  and those scrimpy
R ains  tend to simmer a la summer.

S howering and changing and showering
U nwinding at night under the awning.
Mangoe-like season's fruits, local palm's gifts 
M ade-at-home drinks and coconut juice. 
E ndothermic, bodies turn, to sink extra heat
R efreshed and trim,  it is COOL summer times.

Note:-  Second stanza (acrostic) added subsequently .
Form: Acrostic
2 Oct 14

A Monument of Greatness

Built with the sweat and blood of slaves,
the Colosseum is a monument of greatness
to testify the glorious might of Rome...
in the arena, chariots fights were awesome!


Romans cherished the stately structure to escape boredom, 
but death lurked above as gladiators heard loud cheer
and sharpened their swords hoping to get priceless freedom;
Emperor Vespasian only envisioned glory, not deadly fear! 


Who didn't like the gladiators combats?
Everybody was happy as bread was eaten...
a free gift from emperors to all citizens;
oh, they cheered when one of them went down!


Nero was one of the fairest and maddest emperors,
he also enjoyed the games held in the Colosseum
and ordered the slaughtering of innocent Christians;
didn't he falsely blame them for burning Rome?


Today, the Colosseum stands as a testimony of a great western civilization
that endured for over four hundred years allowing change and assimilation;  
wasn't it exciting living in the capital of the ancient world and shout, " Hail, Caesar! "  
while rubbing shoulders with the common people who adored his crown and scepter?

The Fight

(Based on a true story)


Two girls got in a fight
One punched left the other punched right
And everyone was cheering FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
Yes, everyone was watching and cheering them on

So on they went scratching and hitting, but everyone knew who was winning
It was the maddest one bringing her down, because when she turned around her pony tail was on the ground
She had pulled out the others girls weave, and when she did everyone screamed 
But by this time the fight had to be stopped
So guess who walked in...yep a cop

And I will stop here I will say no more for I fear the fight has not ended here, cause their blood is hot and their hearts are cold
When will they fight again? nobody knows but that's all I can say cause I'm locked away without a doubt and they wont let me out

Wake Up

Wake up little Sid!
you have to succeed.
Choose your maddest dream,
whatever it,don't be ashame.
Place your hand on the heart,
and ask it what it want?
take your first step forward,
i know u are enough smart.
Do things what you want,
try to shine like the Sun.
Makes all proud,
think some loud;
one day you will overcome.

The Angry Poem 1

This poem makes me mad,
This poem makes me livid,
There's nothing that can round that word off so now I'm madder.

I bet you diddn't even now that word existed,
OH NO! Here I go again
Now I'm the maddest!

Writing mad peoms makes me happy,
Which is quite sad,
Because now that I'm finished,
I'M GETTING REALLY MAD!

The Angry Poem 1

This poem makes me mad,
This poem makes me livid,
There's nothing that can round that word off so now I'm madder.

I bet you diddn't even now that word existed,
OH NO! Here I go again
Now I'm the maddest!

Writing mad peoms makes me happy,
Which is quite sad,
Because now that I'm finished,
I'M GETTING REALLY MAD!

Love Me If You Want To

Love me if you want to,
Laugh at me I don't care,
Just don't hate me,
Don't you dare.

I've seen good in this world,
I may have seen the best
From everywhere around,
From east to west.

And I've seen the bad,
I may have seen the worst,
Much, much worst than
Those who've just cursed.

I don't care if you treat me
Like your personal guest,
You are still
Certainly not the best.

And I don't care when you're around me
You are at your maddest,
You are still 
Not the baddest.

I know I'm not the bad guy,
I know I'm not the good girl,
I know I'm not the anti-Christ,
I know I'm not a pearl.

But I guess no ones the best or worst,
Nor perfect or the opposite,
You can improve too,
So don't quit.

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