Sicken Poems | Examples

Heads and Heads and More Heads

Têtes

Je vois, Aristo, que tu les as mis à l'épreuve
Alors qu'ils se battaient entre eux dans les rues
Tu t'es gavé de gâteaux somptueux et de pains raffinés
Alors que les enfants de cette ville n'ont pas à manger
Tu peux acheter leurs âmes malades avec une pièce d'or
Mais tes richesses ne suffiront pas à te purifier de tes péchés
Et ne pense pas pouvoir échapper à la justice
Quand la révolution en marche commencera
Ta corruption s'est propagée comme un cancer
De la Nef jusqu'à la Reine
Alors tu peux compter sur ton rendez-vous
Quand viendra le temps de rencontrer notre Madame Guillotine

HEADS
I see, Aristo, you have put them to the test
As they fight among themselves in the streets
Gorged yourself on lavish cakes and fancy breads
While the children of this city, have not to eat 
You can buy their sicken souls with a gold piece
But your riches aren't enough to clear your sin
And don't think you can run a hide from justice
When the revolution on it's way, begins
Your corruption, has spread just like a cancer
From a Nave all the way up to The Queen
So you may count on keeping your appointment
When it's time to meet our Madame Guillotine

The Words of My Mouth

My words can be callous, hurtful, and cruel, 
to establish my freedom to speak...
a compulsion - I blame the devil, but think, 
"Be silent, don't add words that reek". 

Yet, one's own heart can also be shaped 
by the words that one chooses to share. 
I can sicken myself more than others.   
Before I talk, I should take more care.

Consider the Lilies

Consider how the lilies grow,
they do not toil, nor do they sew
yet still the beauty of their bloom
dwarfs that of cloth from any loom.

The perfection their petals show
belies the muck in which they grow.
They shine like stars in the darkest night,
in scenes that would sicken our sight.

The One who makes the lilies grow
is someone we should get to know,
for only He can make us glow
as we wend our way through life’s flow.

Be not anxious, and do not fret
over the things that are not yet.
The God who makes the lilies bloom
can meet your needs from His storeroom.

On lilies petals, God has penned
a message of His will to lend,
His aid to those who in Him trust
as creatures whom He made from dust.

The beauty of created things
shows the glory that God’s throne rings.
The God who made them for our joy
gives pleasures pure without alloy.

The laws that guide the stars in flight
rule petals opening to light.
The brightness of the lilies’ white
Shows God’s character is all right.

The circumstances of your birth,
do not determine your self-worth.
God put His image within you
so, His beauty can shine through.

Outlive It

Some get over a bad childhood,
they rise to the top of a hill
to set fire to the bloody rags of a choiceless youth.
The beacon flares, below a forest
of wide-eyed animals
watch as the sacrifice, now a smoldering fawn,
blunders among them, its throat cut and bleeding.

Others drag around a blind doll,
day by day the macabre manikin grows larger,
its face a picture of apathy,
for apathy is the ghostly dress of
all long dead ballerinas.
That hand-stitched doll
gets too heavy to bear, and so daily,
they must give it away to beggars and saints,
The doll is insane, its pain is a robber's key
that returns to unlock any cardboard castle,
or iron fortress.

When the wild dogs come
to scavenge among the bones of a childhood,
throw them something raw and still wriggling,
let them slaver and chew it over,
until they sicken,
then chop off their gray heads,
one by one.

Life

When the sun won't shine and sky is dark 
And the moon can't make a silver spark 
And negativity's surrounding me 
I won't shed a tear, let it be 

They can't take my happiness away 
They can't cap my heart in shades of gray 
When shouts are deafening like blow of horn 
I won't let my heart and soul be torn 

When minute minds sicken my mind to blow 
I won't let the dim souls take my glow 
I will row my boat to the end of streams 
I will let them hear my soaring screams

They can't take my happiness away 
They can't cap my heart in shades of gray 
Till the end of breath, I'll live my life 
I will dance the tides and tame the strife

My Heart

My Heart, my Heart,
why have you not deserted me?
Even though my thoughts sicken me
everyday.

My own heart is a dove in a cauldron,
it sinks deep within a mind
that slyly impersonates being,
yet it is but a shadow on a glass wall.

That mind turns to grab hold
of every ghost,
to look, to need, to build a fantasy
out of clouds.

My Heart, my Heart why do you stay?
Why do I call to you like this
with a small child's voice?

Leaflike

Blossoms sprout in the heart,
the entrails of the start.
Now things woken with life,
for survival they strive.

At last the evils sicken,
life is never a given.
The battering of living,
for being it is hitting.

Alas, now they pass,
fall down to green grass.
It is leaving the heart,
the ending of a start.

Wildflower

I exist bound by you
like wildflowers planted pitilessly in dry soil
that plunder and devour the strength of my seeds

My stem grows pallid
My petals scentless and uninspiring
My roots withering in arid dust 
strangled by weeds of apathy

Parched in the blight of callous care
Squandered in winds of insentient lies
That snare fire like fugitive arsons 
Burning me with insensitivity to shrivel and sicken
As you beget your vanity with the strength
Of the Sun’s scalding degrees

So scarce the waters of your compassion
that scarcely feed my soul
I stand naked, bare and weak
in the barren home inside your pain

I cling harder to grip
As I wither in the dust of lonely casualty
Strangled and forfeited 
 
I slowly die clenched in your fist of willful despair
trembling from your demise
As my unseeing love yields the compromise

May 24, 2023

Brian Strand Premier No. 1219 Poetry Contest

Stricten Ill the Lord Heals

STRICTEN ILL THE LORD HEALS

ILLED
Stricken sicken
ease, ameliorate, healing
I'M the LORD WHO
HEALS




4/4/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

Watching the World Fall Off a Board

Unbelievable, unseen;fall of a nation
Stocks rise and sink,no soul dare to work
We blame countries for our thirst of the dollar
As recession baffles the minds
A world of covid~19, the strands linger
The people scare to breath
Governments fall, corruption all way to society choice

Where be US as a nation except what we allow
Hatred, building even stronger than years past
A constitution just as well to treason your act
Future, what say ye'who is without Christ
That walls tumble, sickness spread among the land you travel
Even of yourselves I am sicken

A world of devastation and destruction
Future? I think not we kill ourselves
Even in heart as the blood spills
World falling off a board,on edge of living
Existence merely to extinction

We, being who they say we are
Not of ourselves we live the steps we take
But of their choice they say it is ok
Slave today to mankind himself
Watching the world fall off a board
All our dreams and build merely dust
We crumble, from the board we fall
A new society we FAIL to exist

Worry Wart

Why sit and worry over things that seem to happen daily;
Little things that come and go that just annoy us really?
Why get angry over certain things that those around us do,
'Cause people make mistakes sometimes and life's too short to stew,

O'er things that sometimes come about without a soul to blame,
'Cept happen-stance and circumstance for want of other names.
To fume and worry constantly makes mind and body sicken.
It doesn't solve a single thing, it takes the joy from livin';

For God has deemed that rain will fall on fair and foul alike,
And what can grow without the rain as well as warm sunlight;
So take the rain and praise The Lord for sunlight and for showers,
And thank Him every day that dawns for blessings He's made ours.

Chicken Footles

To Make a Hen Go Fast

Quicken 
Chicken

To Make a Hen Fat

Thicken 
Chicken

To Make a Hen Disgusted

Sicken
Chicken

Using a Hen for Football

Kickin'
Chicken

Chicken with Lollipop

Licken'
Chicken

April 29, 2022
For  A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest

I Guess It's Been Four Years

I guess it’s been four years. 

And now the aftermath is no longer a fear. 

I remember the danger in ignoring a crisis. 

At the time, it felt as if the people I held dear were senseless. 

I was scared my family would intervene. 

Against my secret plans to let my passion be seen. 

Soon enough, I strayed from my own wishes. 

I didn’t even notice that every step I took was into a busy street of near misses. 

As well as feeling troubled and stricken. 

I was afraid my passion was so strong it could sicken. 

I guess it’s been four years…

And now estranged from the past, I am finally aware!

Homeless

I was born out of hopelessness. 

To a family, I am not possessed. 

Those loving faces were all a dream. 

I am dragged into loneliness, it seems. 

I guess it’s time for me to be stricken. 

I will not abide by the shocks that sicken!

The pain that should make me forget…

No cavalry is not coming I bet.

Covid Speaks

You guard me with your mask
and with vaccinations
from fluid in a glass.
But like a hawk to a rabbit,
I will find you.

You propagand' my state 
and share knowledge 
for I am whom you hate.
But like a parasite to a host,
I will sicken you.

You quarantine 
and try to hide 
though freedom is what you gleam.
But like a bullet to the heart,
I will drop you.

12-September-2021

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