Short Abject Poems
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Her red lips
ripe as apples in garden
almost killed men
but their hearts sang unknown songs
all the way home
in abject poverty
In the inventory of misery,
there are those who are proud
of being worse than others...
this is the most abject form
of being proud!
Abide thy time
Away with pressure
Abandon thy worries
Abate thy storm
Abject thy pride
Ablaze thy fire
Abode thy self
Absolute from redemption.
Form:
Sad
Does not
Begin to
Express my thoughts
Words fail to explain the emotion felt
The abject disappointment when the last
Pistachio
Is but an
Empty
Shell
Terrorism,I venerate your abject cowardice
Preying on amiable,zealous souls' innocence
Your farfetched,timorous scheme to hide
Among aborigines and by pugnacious animosity abide.
Intangible.
It's all the rage!
What's a soul?
A pint or two.
Intangible!
So much to fear.
Abject refrain.
Ember rot.
Intangible?
So gather round.
Harshest whisper.
Crippled pyre.
When abject fear visits me
Puffs up like Simon Legree
Consciously yet so sweetly
Ignore myself completely
Let the Pens Flow - JUEJU Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jenish Somadas
Date: March 14th, 2020
Select Animosity That is Abject
Trump selected animosity that is abject;
On others wondered what was the effect;
Many did bother;
Mother and father;
In his own mind would be always correct.
Jim Horn
so much beauty
in this world
that I must blink
with astonishment
to hold back my tears.
If I could not blink
I fear, sixty per cent
of who I am,
would leave me,
in their abject eagerness
to kiss the earth.
Abject truth
Heartfelt feelings
Not fully hidden
Painful eyes
Glancing away quickly
For fear others will see
Imagining compassion
Not always there
Painful eyes
Damage from years back
Not realizing
We all are damaged
Every one of us
CAT
A cat, unshy,
Will wander by
Eyeing with curiosity
The abject, bending,
Condescending
Object it perceives as me.
I bow and scrape
From knee to nape
Hoping to gain its amity,
But though I try
To win it, I
Know it still thinks
The worst of me.
Your swollen red kissable lips
Abject sadness I see in your
cloud gray eyes
A swirl of energy
Koi spiral around you
keeping you safe
Woman of the pond
What are your secrets?
The pain is yours
To reveal or to keep
to yourself
I will honor you either way.
Abject behemoths, conniving destructive existence... Fomenting
grave hazardous intent.. Jeopardising... Knowingly... Loathsome
manipulative numbing objectionable practices... Questionably
raising substantial theoretical unsustainable visions...Weird
xenobots yielding zootoxins
His vibrations were so low
She felt herself falling into depth
of abject darkness
Sequestered now in the
most diabolical feeling of dejection and despair
She loved him
So she stayed
Until her light was extinguished
While waiting for one sign of
approval
Which she did not receive
I caught a ghostlike glimpse,
of steel breath on blunt mirror,
as my taut brain mulled scars,
from fractal bleak life motif,
zooming across skewed glass,
reflections glum and forlorn,
black ink eye ring capture,
shadow, shade, or shield,
brittle convex, abject cog,
whoa, my frail image riven
Gazing once more in the mirror,
feeling all the abject terror,
exiled from my restless sleep,
pondering my nightmares deep.
As to depression I descend,
upon my mind I do depend.
I wish my fear would go away,
I look outside and see today.
Within myself I'm playing chess
with my fear-Unconciousness
Form:
Faith--
F Fresh and free thought choices
A Abject confessions feel voices
I Individual wills wishes devoted
T Testing freedom of speech chosen
H Hopeful anticipations insist Lord give me "faith"
3/6/19
Writing Challenge, March 2019- Inspirational Acrostic Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
when we fall prey to complacency
and comfortably wallow in abject sloth,
we suffocate motivation in its nascency.
eschew apathy and inactivity; rise above both!
Sin Of Sloth Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
Date written: 07/24/2022
Sweet apocalyptic frailty
seeps from weary sighs
Punctuated words we love
or love-words we despise
Body-rocking self-hatred
that drags us from the light
Idealism, perfection
thieves that rape us in the night
Car wrecks and too much sex
things that make us feel
taint of success, abject failure
things that make us real
Memories are all I have,
Intense and suffocating.
Churned out emotions needing salves
Healed, yet unrelenting
Abject surrender to your wiles
Embittered by time
Looming reminiscence of your smiles
Sealed in my mind
Anguishing on a future lost
Grieving over what once was,
Agonizing at what it has cost
Remembering mem'ries of a distant past
Tilling the fields ‘neath a hot blazing sun
Removing the weeds when the rain's pouring down
Baling the hay in the heat and humidity
Breathe the dust of the chicken coop, abject humility
A farmer’s right proud of his livestock and crops
He tends them and serves them ‘till the day that he drops
I woke up this morning
and my cat was crying
He must have been having
the same dream I was
Where I felt useless,
an abject failure
It's a familiar dream,
I know how it goes
And there's never
a happy ending
Those days have long
since passed for me
So, there's nothing left
to do, it seems
But to get up
and feed the cat
Some say she was always meant to be poor
She was born into abject poverty
By some strange quirk of talent … and luck
She became so renown
Everyone knows her
By her first name.
If, by some strange quirk of talent … or luck
You became so renown
That everyone knows
You by your first name
Would you forget us common folks
Who helped you along the way?
A poem for fun
I laugh delightedly
Because they all are
A poem cannot be
Anything else
Because patrons are gone
No one pays for poems
Poems are thoughts
Turned onto paper
By people who
Know how to turn
Their brains
Inside out
Poets
Not easily admitting it
due to the
Abject lack
Of appreciation
And respect
My besties
My tribe
I love you so.
Sticky unlovable gold holds her captive next to her crystal ball
Her life is all about making money; everything else squelched.
She reads fortunes with a plastered smile, pretending she cares.
Keeping her abject sadness to herself, eager to return to her home
So she can drink her sorrows into oblivion after she hands her man the money
A life chosen by her parents, one she will leave gladly upon death.