Silly ass dame
You Lame plain Jane
Fckng wacked out & insane
Still playin the same game
Even with nothin' to gain
You're the only one to blame
So don't even complain
Sayin you wanna change
But forever stay tha same
Get back in ya in lane!!
Thinkin you so smart
With 3 cells left in ya brain
Dazed out 24/7 from all tha fetty& cocaine
Putting so much faith in hollow promises
That should be taken with a grain
It's like you BEGG for tha pain!!!
Feelin each drop of that acid rain
Burnin through my skin
Down to my skeletal Frame
Tryna act normal & maintain
Ignoring these constant stabbing migraines
Success will never be obtained
Like failure been ingrained
Take every aspect of your life
And rearrange
the past mistakes steady being replayed
Walkin a straight line to Hell
N sht still feel mundane*
Categories:
skeletal frame, deep, destiny, fate, hip
Form: Rhyme
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.
Categories:
skeletal frame, emotions, feelings,
Form: Free verse
PAIN, the raw blistered truth of the wrongfully made choice laid bare and exposed.
JEALOUSY, the corrosively selfish vanity-fed flame that burns impatiently for an unearned reward that is solely deserved.
GREED, the insatiable festering itch to consume all in exchange for self entirely.
SHAME, an echoing shadow stamped upon a piece of time corroded by the consent of wickedness.
DOUBT, the panicked teter upon the tight rope suspended between distrust and questions unanswered
HATRED, the tiny acidic drips of a vicious flame turning to ash every speck of happiness, wisdom, and love within its reach.
FEAR, the all-consuming black sand stretching its way up your thigh stealing stealthily from you, your worth, your life.
SPITE, the unripe immature fervor that breastfeeds only petty rage, to strip you of your honor.
ANXIETY, the quaking thoughts that fall into the cracks of bone and turn to rubble your skeletal frame
SELF DESTRUCTION, the inevitable dwelling place of the invaded mind.
Categories:
skeletal frame, anger, crazy, jealousy,
Form: Free verse
One
I could never tell you, in words of mine
The skeletal frame of the body needs ample soulful nourishment.
There is need of freedom of expression, could not even reach there
Little versions of my belief
Knock at my doorstep
And left me as one of the patient and intimidated crowd.
Two
“Perhaps you did not know, Nodee committed suicide,”
I kept on pondering, amid nothingness.
Many rivers are dying , aren’t they?
Our blissful river Korotoa, our beautiful korotoa!
I could not even utter a word!
I kept on looking … as if I knew nothing about it.
Life flows in abundance in these streaks of moments
Persisting...still alive.
“Will you have a cup of tea? Should I make you one?"
“Yes, perhaps,” I answered in a diminished tone.
Nodee committed suicide.
Her fate was destined for that consequence.
And I will think about her.
Within all my lonely moments with a cup of tea,
When I will disengage from the bigger crowd
And in my isolation, I will walk on the thread
leading to the lonely island.
Three
I am waiting.
The waiting time for eternity.
Why is the thirst for a cup of tea so unbearable?
October 5, 2021
Categories:
skeletal frame, life,
Form: Free verse
i am...
without mercy!
my thirst is
unquenchable.
i'm a predatory organism
inhabiting
and feeding
off your flesh;
latching on
like a leech,
slurping your blood
like Count Dracula
then licking my lips
with delightful glee
your blood is
my nourishment, you see.
i suck you
bone dry
steadily;
draining life
out of you
as I'm cackling
at your skeletal frame.
you are...
my host.
Date written: 01/22/2021
Categories:
skeletal frame, dark, evil, poetry,
Form: Personification
April 30, 2020
Silver Maples In Spring:
Sunlight seeps through Spring’s enlightening air
Trading snowy blankets for muddy grass.
White crystal trees will wake up to be bare,
As warm gold waves drip from a blue canvas
Feeding the still starving skeletal frame
Of slippery Silver Maples holding
Red buds to blossom in the morning flame
To become sharp bright green leaves exploding
Within the canopy like shimmering
Fireworks celebrating nature’s rebirth.
Red Cardinals and chickadees are chirping
Gentle songs as the soundtrack for the earth.
Spring Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: Emile Pinet
Categories:
skeletal frame, bird, seasons, spring,
Form: Rhyme
While looking far beyond misty gale
until convulsion of night quavers--
just remember, in spite drizzles
new morning salves torment:
I watch those gentle eyes roam
against a skeletal frame--
yet, lightness around you glows
more precious than dawn.
Cherishing you this way
soothes the vicious gush of hours;
and that raindrop upon a sallow face
trickles down onto a furrowed neck,
defying the tumor of pain its mortal ovation…
Although brave those eyes are, white cells
invade an exhausted gait like thinning hail.
I watch you smile heroicly at night’s downpour, Mama--
You are beautiful fragile as the raindrop.
11/20/2018
For Craig Cornish’s The Raindrop Contest
Categories:
skeletal frame, courage, sick,
Form: Free verse
Skeletal frame this autumn rose has lain,
through bitter chill that wore her glory down
for only whittled veins of time remain,
of what was night's luster and wondrous crown.
Laying on breast of final days, a brown
skin crumpled from moon's sheen to air's foam,
to rest in a cavern of whitened tomb.
Oh, her fragile petals hovered mid-air
releasing the hint of dark-tinted chrome
and extinguish the grandeur that was there.
Contest: Sad Poem- Dizain for Laura Loo
5/18/2016
Categories:
skeletal frame, loss, rose, sorrow,
Form: Dizain
A MODEL PERSPECTIVE OF THE PERVERSION OF LIFE
(Apropos Models on Parade)
Mocking humanity and the children of death—
Hunger and starvation—
Her frail skeletal frame of a body
Wrapped in cloths of richness of life,
Strode and glided across the flushed runway.
As she faded away like smoke of a dying fire,
Thunderous applauds echoed throughout.
Across the parched desert-like clods, bloated bellies
Wearily trek alone the barren trail that seems to lead nowhere;
Overhead, winged angels of death glide to and fro—patiently.
Dry winds echo over the exodus of the walking dead.
Strange how the rich pervert starvation and parade themselves
To a distorted mocking beauty of lush living;
While bloated bellies are fatal victims of starvation’s perversity:
Shamelessly paraded as “Breaking News!”
Categories:
skeletal frame, africa, allegory, america, analogy,
Form: Prose Poetry
" Senses Consensus ... "
Five Fingers and Five Toes
Two Eyes and One Nose
Two Ears and One Mouth
Senses - Figure Life Out
One Backbone, One Brain
Lots of Nerve and Veins
Guts and Glory, Fraction-Rib-Cage
Sum: Muscle and Skeletal-Frame
Take An Embryo-Egg
Carry Two Lungs, Two Arms, 2 Legs
Math of: Mind Over Matter and Heart
Add Up: Other Body Parts ...
Together - Total Amount
Don't Divide - Whole-Soul & Skin Count
Subtract: The Waste & Anatomy Doubt
Spirit Equals: What Ledger's About
Five Fingers and Five Toes
Two Eyes and One Nose
Two Ears and One Mouth
... Should Figure Life Out
Written & Copyrighted ©: 1/8/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
Categories:
skeletal frame, deep, introspection,
Form: Free verse
From tottering infantile footsteps
Gangly adolescence and vibrant youth
Desire to taste forbidden fruits
Hobnob with society discards
Ever beckoned by distant drums
Weird people practising witchcraft
Entranced by strange rituals
Rebelling against established norms
Corrupted by wild flights of fantasy
Urge to attain impossible dreams
Sermonizing on unknown subjects
Engaged in creating hell on earth
Shunning filial ties
Ignorant of the anguish of loved ones
Reviled by all but the ignorant
And pitied by a few
Unwashed, malodorous, skeletal frame
Vacant eyes a fiery red
Registering no events, recognizing none
A pitiable mannequin in a dynamic world
Ever shrouded in a haze of acrid smoke
From endless cannabis trips
Unhinged from his roots
With no conclusion or hope
Categories:
skeletal frame, loss, sad,
Form: I do not know?
Subconsciously I'm alive in this skeletal frame
Why I am here belongs to this living worlds fame
I was but a child, when it all happened years ago
At the place called the Ness, that stemmed my younger grow
Please look through my eyes and picture what I see
Live with me the feeling of what life is supposed to be
How fast can you run if you have a sibling chasing thee
Do you give into him, and be the weakling so dad can see
Being the faster allows the luxury, to look back and view
To be the one who's ahead as he turns his head askew
For he can no longer indulge, in front is where he's to be
To allow his younger brother to play catch up, oh we'll see
This moment is about to haunt me, it's scary for I shall know
No boo! can ever rival, that will stem our younger grow
As I sail the clouds of gone and retire to where I now live
I happen to come across another sibling who may be sieved
Looking down from the heavens as I trawl the unfortunate
Like a Praying Mantis in hope as we ready to deliver wait
Just at the moment of strike, I lure his head to see
My brothers son called Liam, is he who stares back at me
Categories:
skeletal frame, family, life, loss
Form: Couplet
.
Boulder shoulders, bursting biceps,
terrifying to see.
A menacing mountain of a man,
well, he used to be.
He would brutally barrel through each
frightened, fleeing foe.
Many feared him so, although that
was long, long ago.
Now, from beneath the bony, bushy
brows of his frayed face,
He casts a ghostly gaze at his veins,
I.V. needles in place.
His shrunken, skeletal frame sinks
stolid in the stretcher.
His skin, the tinge and touch of the
back of a peeled wallpaper.
Here he must wait and wilt away
the weeks till the end arrives.
Behind this nursing home's closed doors
hide closing and closed lives!
Categories:
skeletal frame, life
Form: Tail-rhyme
.
Boulder shoulders, bursting biceps,
terrifying to see,
A menacing mountain of a man, well,
he used to be.
He would brutally barrel through each
frightened, fleeing foe.
Many still fear him so, although that
was long, long ago.
Now, from beneath the bony, bushy
brows of his frayed face,
He casts a ghostly gaze at his veins,
I.V. needles in place.
His shrunken, skeletal frame sinks
stolid in the stretcher.
His skin, the tinge and touch of the back
of a peeled wallpaper.
Here he must wait and wilt away the weeks
till the end arrives.
Behind this nursing home's closed doors hide
closing and closed lives.
.
Categories:
skeletal frame, sympathy
Form: Tail-rhyme
rain ruptures the flesh of buildings,
bleeding wandering streams of dew down
it's skeletal frame.
the deluge of compact mist
claims the territory of volley.
pouring dominates the landscape,
it's reign connects it's bridle
down lonesome paths.
Categories:
skeletal frame, angst
Form: Free verse
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