Stigmatic Poems | Examples

hinging on your successors

there there personality
now and why
soldiers find when its you
who needs to stop
when you support me
on anothers list
and you figured 
buttons at home
on a couch
missing me
can't relay the rate
price perfect admission to fate
how checkmate louds
in feathered quills
history and castle
my water is salts
salts black
atlantic and cracks of thatchlings
woven networks or earth
butter churning dreams of toast
and meaning something
young liberty
learn crying and dying's language
she and her heard's probate at gavel
stigmatic, reverent and observant
monochrome

Colored By the Numbers

Diametric …
art and commerce
Twining symbols
colors adverse
 Yin & Yang
divergent segues 
Each stigmatic
 bloddy payday
Fraternal image
Louvre / Montmartre
Black tie bidding
cobbled heart
A poor man sings
a rich man vies 
On bartered canvas
 —truth defies

(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)

Fubar

losing best friends is tragic ~ lose one for taking a life, stigmatic


By
David Kavanagh

The Man of the Hour

The caricature of a gentleman, nameless, scorned,
The infamous savage of the famous street was wobbling:
Scruffy, shaggy, ruffed beared, tousled haired,
Disheveled,
there went the odious appearance, bumbling.
Soubriquet: lunatic, fierce, rowdy with murky torn clothes,
Was sitting stigmatic with grubby means,
Was teased and thrown stones,
To drive away from the decorous street!

He was spotted pitied with meagre chuck,
While feeding a destitute;
Taunting and sneering didn't perturb him,
Gave his share simpering, only to be starved!

The antithesis of savage, the man of the hour,
Silently paved his way then, bare footed tottering,
To be again the savage of the decorous street!

A Man's Crime: He Cried

If we don't forget about gender when enlisting
Then its just sexist at the top of the list
Looked down upon by the rest
Domestic violence on the silence
A norm, abnormal only in the proximity of culture and nature
Weak is a class of discouragement
Here is a voice to help you speak up and against
Physiology has less role play while its the psychology which pays the pain
With an extra bonus of shame
First front page "man got raped"
Laughter gets center staged
Stigmatic isolation on the front cover
Muscular has a tough symbol to it
Love is never equivalent to the violence
It doesn't trigger anger and root it on you
Emotions come into motion for and against
but for man is trash
Femininity is a community shield and
Not a toxic challenge to demonstrate equality
Primitive thinking of comparison reasoning cant still constitute
True law is a protection bill on all human rights

Disgruntled Disarray

In every weary word, there is a selfish storm,
Within a blinding blurred of a formless form…
Thoughts are lost amidst the negligent nights,
Tongues are tossed upon blasphemous bites.

Cloudy confusion arises from its sacrificial still,
As the able abeyant advises the wandering will…
The silence surrenders to the drowning deluge,
For the rain remembers to release in its refuge.

Where the idealized illusions come out to play,
The stigmatic seclusions dormant in disarray…
Whirl winding whispers decay in the distance,
Amongst tangled twisters of raging resistance.





Nov.19.2019
Disarray Poetry
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter 

N/A for contest

Eating the Words

Unbridled bout of self-assertion blatant
turns you to a repelling babbling exuberant. 
Shutting of orifice floodgates you eschew,
forgetting everybody isn’t fool around you.

Torn to shards if you blurt bullsheet absurd,
do a volte-face eating your crappy words.
Try to not gulp them dry in stigmatic drouth*,
for a fly does not enter a closed mouth.

August 14, 2019
*Drouth is Scottish dialect for drought

Sacrifice

Sacrifice

Sacrificial solitudes traumatically trapped thru out time
Sabotaged souls subservient to the Necronomicon night
A selfless surrender sanctioned with a calamitous climb
Penal punitive pondering of the marauding mind's abyss
A slave seducing deviation from the mantra morals amiss
For infinities infraction the absorption of a stigmatic smite.




March.28.2018
Rhyme Time 1
Sponsored by: Laura Loo

May Showers

May showers fill the liquid lachrymal towers
For the residual rain rises to reveal the pain
And the flowers bloom as my sorrow devours
A stigmatic stain of the relentless running rain

After the rain subdues all you see is hellish hues
Of black and red for my love is savagely shred
My tears I hide within the desolate desert dried
Only the waters of May can take the anguish away

The rain has gone into a brand new dwelling dawn
My eyes reopen to a heart that’s bitterly broken
With a yielding yawn a paralyzed punitive pawn
For May waters have woven an ephemeral emotion.



May.02.2017
May Showers - Contest
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron

Colors Kalide

When you cross colors with you, color bleeds right through. 
 You then become an image. 

Imagine that…

Is black considered as bad? 
 White is surely lesser more. 
Fore-why wonder-what for—

Soar ecliptic in response to…; to who do you? 
 Too whom…?

 Who what wonder for why colors bleed through our inner core? 
Pour hearts out, floor core heart…; without doubt.

I prefer contextual words. Pictures seem to be the more for lesser is board.
 On the exterior is judged by an individual, seclusive interior. 
Some feel better than you, for manly man me feels subconscious; inferior. 

Devolution is taking its place; right in plain sight of personal face. Lied to for you…

Lied to for whom!?
 Do what-wonder you do. 
Any color blind mind settles for lesser more few. 
 What’s a matter with you? 

Blame him.
 Blame her.
Cuff her up and label him enslaved by disclaimer.
Hate me.
 For not hate you-You-and-YoU!

It’s your fault.
 It is not mine.

Together our hearts explode when such stigmatic colors kalide. 


-Ironic Zinc
inspired by El Dub’s Picture perfect post.
2016

Fragile Cargo

Not entering among those sterile walls
your mind is firmly resolute with decision

not wanting to be cutted
you are leaving your life
in hands of earth

but will you be wise enough
to ask her a right questions
determined enough 
to hear the answers

I know you are afraid
not feeling your body as your own anymore
it is still your body
and those cuts maybe aren't happiest solution
they are definite one

I know you are afraid
feeling is well known

like you are broken
damaged
devoided from fitting in socially constructed frame of  'normal'
but normal is social construction 
receptive for modifications

your body isn't all of you

it is that perfect cloak for your soul
and cloak has that habit to become worn out
needing some repairs
there is nothing stigmatic about that

here ... take my hand
let's be labeled 
together
we'll wear that yellow badge  
despite their bigotry

don't be afraid
and don't let your ego choose instead of you

tired of departures, yet
aware that you have your own path
I'll esteem your decisions
because I love you

please don't die on me

Stigmatic

Yellow walls are swinging

object

compounded out of blood and flesh
is lying down

in brain

copy machine
and
one piece of paper

yellow walls are swinging

object

by yaws wide open
waits

green
red 
blue
crying

only one piece of paper
and it is white

yellow walls are swinging

object

crucified
over stabbed
rinsed out
through bloody forehead he signed death to mindedness

yellow walls
they are tranquilized

piece of paper
only one
colored with meadows and flowers

walls
yellow walls swinging

he pressed his head to the filthy linoleum
close enough
they

will find the way to rape him through the walls

Pressing, Against the Pricks

Dotting about land mines eyes half closed 
Asleep she seems while walking unto this edge....
Repulsion taking hold fey flags his juggernaut: jostling
King snakes slithering past these planetoids searching for her lizard queen ?
Demimonde's state of this union's address devil-may-care; and that he does dear dusty
Acheron your systematic servitude touch'stone's, tour de force: stigmatic ellipses be genetic
Your red rum rivers his macabre's subtle genre in another's, covert genocide their general assembly
Standard-bearers taking oath they solemnly sware savoir-faire satyr's, satanic satellites: diphtheria's diplomacy love's night.

~shelter From Th' Storm~

~SHELTER FROM TH' STORM~


TWISTING INTO VORTEX,MY VISIONS VANISH TO NAUGHT
THUNDERHEADS ROLL VIOLENTLY,AS VORACIOUS DINS RING A TOLL
TH' DARKNESS...NOW FEEDS FEROCITY'S MAELSTROM
BURSTING AT MY SEAMS,TO CHALLENGE REALITY

STIGMATIC WOUNDS,PROFUSELY NOW POUR
LIFE BECOMES DEATH,AS I PLEAD FOR MY DELIVERANCE
REGRET OF MY BIRTH,FEEDS A YEARNING
FREEDOM ONCE AGAIN,FROM TORTURE...I PLEAD

DAMN MY MORTALITY,I DESIRE NO MORE
TO BE LOOSED FROM BOND OF FLESH,MY SPIRIT GROANS
A TRAUM'D PAST,WAXES NOSTALGIC
CONCEIVED ONCE MORE...THEN REBORN

DEMON'S SEED PLANTED AGAIN,SEARING RAIN BLEEDS
TH' STORM GALES TOSS ME,TO N' FRO' TO BREAK
THOUGH SEEK I A SHELTER,NOT ONE BEACON SHEWS
MINE EYES THAT KNEW BEAUTY,ARE NOW BLACK'ND BLIND

A WHIRLWIND NOW FORMS,DRAWING ME FORTH
DEBRIS PULVERIZES MY PSYCHE',AS IT SWALLOWS ME IN
ONE NOW WITH THIS CYCLONIC SATAN,I SEEK TO DESTROY
BUT AN EYE APPEARS FROM TH' CENTER...OF PUREST LIGHT

PIERCING MY HEART...RELIEF COMES AT LAST
TH' STORM NOW CEASED,I FALL AS I GASP
HANDS APPEAR 'NEATH ME,AS SAVED I'M AGAIN...
FROM CEASING LIFE'S BREATH...BY TH' TRUEST OF FRIENDS






©~AZAZA~'09

Sassy

Your book says 'Honor Thy Mother and Father' and you tell me I must follow this.
But I must dispute back and insist you cannot honor those who aren't honorable.
And you watch me as I take an approach towards your book that's not too classy.
And you glare at me menacingly and tell me that my attitude is much too sassy.

You tell me the moral of the tale is this, I say the moral of the tale is that.
And yet you are indignant towards me, and call me a brat.
And then you hold a stigmatic belief towards a topic, and I counter it perfectly.
You laugh me off patronizingly, and you insist I am wrong doubtlessly.

You think because you've got some years on me I am empty of knowledge.
And as you shutter out my heartfelt opinions you leave me lethargic.
And as you watch me enjoy my music you scream it is trashy.
And as I defend my enjoyment you write me off as sassy.

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