Tarring Poems | Examples

Spilled

Spilled.
.
Spilled an ocean of hurt and anguish
Over my lost formative years
When my lonely betrayed heart 
So full of pain couldn’t take no more pain
And burst into acid burning tears
.
The frightened unloved inner child
That never saw the sun
And never learned to smile
And who crawled on broken glass
My hands tied
My feet chained and bound
With an iron clasp
.
So many promises made
So many never kept
My heart battered and bruised
A fallen tumbling leaf windswept
Pulled one way then the other
Ripped and torn apart
But never a hater
But a bewildered lover
.
An emotional punchbag
Bursting at the seams
For others to unleash their narcissistic
Neurotic tendencies and venom
Like a sailing ship floundered  
Crashed upon jiggered tarring rocks  
Then to sink like a mullion unfulfilled dreams
.
I lust for hemlocks poison to bite
And end my torrid nightmare
A never ending cursed night
And vanish into unknown obscurity
And the emptiness of oblivion
The sweet release
Peace at last.
.
Peter Dome©2021.

Teachers

Dedicated to all teachers in the world, inclusion of lecturers, professors et al

T rained to train
E mbellished wits shelled in distinction
A lpha of acumen, Omega of brains
C onfetti of efforts contract into a porringer
H oisted hood, encompassing passion
E lectrifying zeal melt into èclat
R unners up tarring the trail of education
S aviors of persons ridden in faux pas. 
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Fourth Word Has Occurred
Horn Poetry by me
No Money Not Funny
Had Humor Late bloomer
Did suggest go West
Gain Vote Grab coat
Is Hillary A Distillery
Great Scot farm bought
Humor Senseless more suspense's
Really rearing Hair Tarring
So surprising See advertising
Big loss is cross
Started raining quit complaining
Adrift were are sure
Romantic Isle Our style
Package great profound rebate
Several years hair disappears
Turn gray no way
Bathroom being toilet seeing
Now know better go
Was complete shut seat
While spying hair drying
Down drain went stain
Lovely Lady Rosie O'Grady
And end now send.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Premier Poet

When digested was divested

Poor Swan Named After Trump

Poor  Swan Named After Trump

Trump lied and told another story
In each category and got the glory
Told bunch of bologna about alimony
Orange hair wore around in a Tony
Without teleprompter that is gory.

Personality centers around possessive
Also is compulsive and obsessive
Lesser of two evils he always knew
As well as many more and quite a few
Sure is such a horrible way to live.

Trump never gives and always will take
And not admit he made a mistake
Idiot belongs in asylum for the insane
Which we all knew pure and plain
Experience into a movie he would make.

Trump's mouth flew with animosity
Can't imagine him having generosity
In psychology course they did forbid
Terrible super ego and a horrible id
Instead he took course in pathology.

Likes tarring people apart and things down.

Trump became a fool who is fastidious
His bright orange hair is really hideous
And wears his long tie below the belt
With beer bottles people want to pelt
Does think his daughter looks delicious.

Jim Horn

A Capital Religion

This culture worships figures from the bank,
A greater number’s bliss, a lesser’s woe,
Their net worth values total statements blank,
Deposit dough, withdrawal the gilt-less doe.
The stagnant meek are poorly left reviled,
While current vice is rightly rich and cherished;
These souls by tarring business pitch defiled,
Material parish, spiritual perish.
Corruptive rule of chairmen’s despotism
Proves costly prized, which masses ill afford;
It’s dated back to churchmen’s nepotism,
When bribery bought indulgent sin’s reward.
		If humble virtues prey on blood and leech,
		The vicious balms of Mammon’s profits preach.

Selah

SELAH

As the sharp rays
of sunlight slowly sliced
through the tarring tinted clouds,
I wiped away the web
of darkness of night;
broke off a piece of time
and used it to scrape away
the corrosion of apathy
from the heart of my mind
and resuscitated eroded emotions. 

Today I will open
dusty luggage of creativity
and pull out wrinkled war worn words; 
etch ebony emotions of long lived life
onto the refined pulp of trees
					 
And weave soul stirring songs;
mould scented flowers
of peace, love and justice; as
I feel the breath of God
warming my serene sweet soul
while feathering the nest
of my precious, poetic pregnant mind.
  
Selah.

Selah

SELAH

As the sharp rays of sunlight slowly sliced
through the tinted tarring clouds
sculpting away the web of darkness of night
I broke off a piece of time and used it
to scrape away the corrosion of agony
from the heart of my mind
and resuscitated my eroded faith. 

Today I will open dusty luggage of creativity
and pull out wrinkled war worn words of creation:
etch ebony emotions of long lived life
onto refined pulp of trees; weave soul stirring songs;
mold scented petals flowering peace and love;
and feel the breath of God warming my serene sweet soul
as He feathers the nest of my pregnant poetic mind.  Selah.

The Doctor's Sense of Humour

Stevie was a city boy, 
He wore an old school tie, 
His life was full of sex and booze 
And other things you buy. 

He occupied a penthouse 
That overlooked the Thames 
And plastered it with modern art 
To overawe his friends. 

But one night in a taxi home 
When chatting to the cabby 
The latter asked our hero 
Whether he was really happy. 

Now Stevie wasn't prone to 
Letting others take the piss, 
So he smashed the cabby's lights 
And drove his car into a ditch. 

But the violence didn't kill 
The mem'ry of the thing he'd said; 
"Are you really happy?" was 
Still buzzing round his head. 

So he popped along to Harley Street 
With his philosophic woe, 
Slipped a doctor fifty quid 
And screamed 'I need to know!' 

The doctor nodded kindly and 
Reached under the desk, 
From where he raised a felling axe 
And chopped off Stevie's legs. 

While tarring up the stumps the 
Doctor said 'You might feel crappy, 
But you'll have a clearer mind when 
Someone asks you if you're happy.'

Contract Hey

Contract hey

Santas on the thunderbox,
Contract given to George Knox,
He bid 20cents a tin ,
To bring the crappy nightsoil in.

Crumbob poo had made his bid,
He only had 14 kids,
25 cents a tin was it,
undercut by another half wit,
Great farting in your underjocks,
when Tarring the tins for the thunderbox

Moral of this story crude,
Contracts won by the lower dude,
How to force the wages down,
Come in sucker it’s your frown
The system has you screwed…

Don Johnson

Society

It's another morning and I'm so fortunate
To awaken and enter another day
I reflect for a few moments
And remember the ones who strayed

For many a reason this has happened
Mans inhumanity to man is one
Car jacking in many cultures
Or the bullet from many a gun

Rapists, paedophiles and murderers
No care for the victims they claim
Be it needle, chair or rope
Taken out should be our aim

And now I speak of the gangs
Their bravado speaks volumes to them
Peer power within their families
In my eyes they'll never be men

To the politicians I care not to look
Never tarring them all the same
It's the ones that lie through their teeth
Power and riches their illegal fame

The next morning I awake once again
And reflect on the decent out there
Much time I can reflect about them
To the good I can always fare









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A Life

I have lived as I have cried.
Bleed while they lied,
Counseled the weak.
Punished the wrong,
Buffed up the maniacs who are second to none! 
Seen angles play as death reaches out,
Even protected the needy 
So is bad where I’ve gone? 

Laughed at the weak, oh I belittled the strong.
Danced as we drank and fell when I’m stoned.
Joined with the crowd, even buzzed at what’s wrong.
Still this question remains, should I have moaned?

I’ve leant there’s no rainbow and fairy tales fake,
Santa’s a myth my family’s at stake.
Tarring my arms and cutting my hair,
Consumed Medication when in despair!
All I have done just to be me,
So if I keep walking, where could I be?

Arguing with friend’s ain’t worth it no more!
Horrendous it is but I will still dream, 
life is my own too do as I please.
I won’t allow death as my path, I shout I am living and steer it to last.

I'm a believer a giver of love, 
So when you are down or at a means to an end,
Remember I am waiting with a smile at your door,
This is a person what friends are there for?

Dark Angel

Do you know what you did to me?
You hurt me by tarring my angel wings off.
You hurt me by saying that you loved me.
You hurt me by giving your love.
You let me sit in the dark making my dark angel come out.
You hurt me by dating one of my family members.
You hurt me when you said goodbye.
I just want you to know that I am your angel.
I just want to know if you still love me?
You are my prince and I am your angel.
Why do I still love you when I know your happy?
I still love you cause I never meant to let my prince go.
You will remain in my heart longing and hoping for you to return.

Crawling Things

Letting It fade into the palm.
if only I scrubbed with greased elbow.
Why do I entertain such scorpions
with ebony reflective shells.

I walk to the car looking
excepting to see the previous.
Always seeing it, always believing it.
Time is to heal, but time is the infirmity.

Talking on the phone is pathetic
for this toxic hermitage.
Talking nostalgic day dreams
As you stand dead in front.

Little faith. this medicine can penetrate
I just sit and Slowdrag.
The fly mind, should just sit,
Web kills in struggle.
Sticking to butterfly bones
Killing me softly with my memories.

Look at the chaff palm green.
Some how that does not scare you.
The wiggling insects are force feeding
the fly should just sit.
web of rainbow, but tarring wings.

Still

STILL

I can feel the breaking of my heart.
The way your killing us is tarring me apart.
Where’s our trust.
Where’s your touch.
How can I be so far?
And love you so much.
Trying to catch your heart
Is like trying to catch a star.
Things are going great
Then you pull away.
Stop before it’s to late.
I don’t know what else to say.
I’m all alone and lost.
You don’t seem to care about the cost.
Want me!
Love me!
Let it be me you see.
Miss me!
Don’t be so quick to set me free.
Don’t ruin you and me.
But if you must continue to push me away
Push me away at will.
I’ll love you still.

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