Short Maddened Poems
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trickles of maddened eve
stain unlocked doors with blood---red,
zombies come alive!
Halloween Senryu
16th Oct 2017
As I lay in my bed lit room
I mutter to myself silently
"Powerless I feel"
But, compelled to thrive
Maddened by intruders
Yet mastered fitfully my role in life
Formless doesn't exist in my vocabulary
I will quench onto faith for evermore
These are not my thoughts,
there is nobody writing this,
yet the mind has legions,
and they roar against crumbling cliffs.
Hold fast to nothing,
a maddened mind will falter,
commence to question
its own voices.
Who speaks now and writes this?000000000
This Era, just made of static
My Path: the road enigmatic
And every move doth seem erratic
As I try to keep my thoughts Pragmatic
But a muddled, maddened, mourning Mind
Reasons not with the Trials at hand
My Point forgotten, please pass me the Wine
(For nothing ever goes as planned)
blushing sky red with blood
shades of maddened fury release
before glittering stars rehearse
practice to swallow night
depth of darkness embrace the ocean
death of endless ego
blue peacock spreads the wing
dancing rain kissing the brown virgin earth
you are calm and delicate
Form:
child fed on the sap of rotting wounds
body, bones clad in thin black skin
opaque eyes,pearly beads on
dead nearve-string.
mind maddened by hunger
bursts pearly fish-eyeballs
into floods of stale tears,
as worm-infersted faty thighs
squeek funeral song.
lulaby for another sick featus.
I am the liar that catfished hope
Stole from a random heart that couldn’t cope
Love leaps, faith jumps, joy follows
Suicide upon the maddened rocks below
Contest: Arbitrium Divisa 3
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
Published on poetry soup 18/06/2019 in poem “Spirit Delirium- Ice” 2nd stanza
Date: 19/07/2019
A sick, bleeding heart
Sings a song of loneliness
It lives for true love
And is searching everywhere
For the one who will mend it
A sore, vengeful heart
Longs for a moment of peace
The heart is maddened
And is straining to repair
It's cold, endless suffering
Dawn Kilby
Copyright ©2008 Dawn Kilby
Moon's gleam flooding the dusk
lighten the heavens and hell alike;
He feared no more as his spirit demised
submitting to shadows, thinning the wike;
He has no soul to shed a tear,
for his first prey had bore their heir;
Memories haunt the maddened slave
yet, fell another twilight for the wolf to tear.
On dawns gray steps
small birds carry seeds of light
in their beaks -
they sing
among the still shaking spears
of a passing storm.
It was here
that the sky reared up
like a maddened horse,
here it was
that black clouds
raged and rumbled.
The morning for a while
is now a fragile nest
but a nest, nevertheless.
Put me on your finger, like the faded ring
Eclipsed, amidst the sun, against your skin
Casting dark cages, incarcerating the moonlight
Of your burning desires, and the maddened grin
Of evil, exposing nefarious doubts veiled from sight;
Put me on your finger, for I am; the light
You've always desired, but failed to dance in..
I'm defiant like a child that doesn't want the Ritalin
Cause a riot cos I'm wild and end up in the bin again
Maddened in a pad again but this time padded walls within
Halls that spin while crawling in, calling in at 4 again
Knocking on the door and then, talking to the floor again
Making my way to my bed where I would sit and pour a pen
Nomadic moon was roaming
in the maddened fear of night.
A wordless journey in silent dark.
Betonica
for a painless being,
sustains the blues of separation.
An inverted green
puts the roots upward
to send a message.
Fear breaks the bones
to mould the claws.
There was no oblique answer.
Nobody was blameless.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Mary! Mary!
Cries the wind
Our children dead
By your maddened ways.
I curse these barren prairies
Our mildened soil by your fruitful hands
Leave no lasting grace.
I run naked and wildened
Like savage and buffalo
Sleeping abreast sagebrush.
Darker clouds gathered yonder
Where lightning falls.
I huddle so
A corpse
In waiting.
Dressed in an ill-fitting, hardly covering green garb
Surrounded by wan white-washed walls
Pricked and prodded like a pin-cushion
Wired to a beep-beeping machine
Drowsy in a drugged dreamland
Maddened by mind-whelming medications
Pressed by pain, feeling drained
Languishing on a hard hospital bed
Waiting for this prolonged ordeal to be over...
Visions of Usher,
Seven rooms with which flesh dwells
As reddened as a
Retro rocket ship.
Party to end all parting,
Macabre essence
Is all prevailing.
The mayhem of ring-a-rose
Maddened stares. I sit
Alone in green sin
When Death travels amongst us,
All that can be done
Is find the culprit
And grovel to the void face
Of my own doing.
When I would no longer fathom the fall
Nor listen to the veery's soulful call,
When I would not see blossoms spread their fare
Alongside grass lichens and maidenhair;
When in lasting peace and bliss I shall lie
Sedately watching this world plying by,
That I couldn't in the maddened race of life
I would from the portals of death enjoy.
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a trillion petals absorb tenderised organ
racing past farm workers in morning dew
Sun embellishes yellow song
maddened by mesmerising muse
saffron they slap an early chill gold
seeds swallowing vacant dreams
s o l d —
GHOST
bleak and dark that house
a single window lit up
on the second floor
i’m denied the door
may only inhabit woods
surrounding the place
no comfort no lace
only weird hooting of owls
my company keep
woods so dark and deep
the lonely space where I died
left my chosen one
shot from lover’s gun
now i haunt the two of them
on each moonlit night
gazing at the light
howling with the timber wolves
maddened by the sight
Body, bones
Clad in thin black skin,
Pearls for eyes:
Blind balls &
A broken string,
Mind, maddened by hunger
Burst eyes into tears.
Mother is the myth,
Of a harmless, toothless smile.
Starved tummy imagining breakfast.
To all ill-fated & female:
Life is lunacy & pain,
A sign one is sane;
Affection is ecstasy & pain,
Its individual expression;
Freedom is another abortion,
And Peace, another revolution.
Form:
Cancer has no answer
Death leaves a shaky breath
Left feeling so bereft
Dark thoughts create a mark
Spent in life's wary dent
Saddened, feeling maddened
Cries of pain pierce the eyes
Languish in deep anguish
Seeping blackness creeping
Cancer, gloom enhancer
Prowls as pained patient yowls
Tears cut short hurtful years
06.04.2021
For Chantelle Anne Cooke's "Cancer Ivy" contest
In fractured glass, a soul confined,
A haunting visage, etched in mind.
A skeletal frame, a vacant stare,
A prisoner of endless despair.
Through shattered shards, a glimpse of pain,
A silent scream, a maddened brain.
A twisted form, a broken vow,
A withered spirit, lost somehow.
The mirror cracks, a haunting sight,
A shattered self, consumed by night.
A fractured reflection, a desperate plea,
A captive soul, yearning to be free.
I watch you
darting in and out
the peripheral
of my life
I try not to notice,
scratching at my eyes
I forced myself
to scour them out
hearing your voice
its dulcet tones
wrap me in velvet,
I shiver to the bone
trying not to hear
my hands grasp
my ears, until beating
I rip them off
a waft of Joop smothers
me in your scent,
maddened, my desire
for you peaks
I cannot see you
and will never hear you
and your smell
drives me wild
If only
Breath stolen breeds sharpness
Borne backward into infantile shrieks
The spinstress of sinew waits bated
For abhorrent heat
Of combustive, collapsive
Crossfire from echoing throat
Or burnt-bridge lungs
A visceral nymph thoughtlessly thieves
On Benedict tongue
Thrashing in maddened pace
Too shrill a manifesto
Skeletal soldiers charge
A red hill
Unsteady, uneven, not ready
Frenzy, not frolic
I am not a goddess
There is something to fear
I am something, I fear
I am the mind disturbed that thinks it’s well
euphoria surfs, dysphoric swells
perfect storm before the cresting wave
felled the confidence of the brave
I am the liar that catfished hope
Stole from a random heart that couldn’t cope
Love leaps, faith jumps, joy follows
Suicide upon the maddened rocks below
I am all the tears that fell
Abide in the hidden depths of sorrows well
I am the fire that burns up all your dreams
Dying light of fallen stars and moonbeams