Wretchedly Poems | Examples

Depression

Depression came to hurt me
Riding in a hearse
With putrid, rank, heavy breath
And the promise of a curse,

Stealing my faith and energy
Injecting all things perverse
Planting fears like wheat inside me
To coerce a harvest so averse.

Happiness went AWOL
And lethargy held me down.
Like a sinking ship tossed in a squall
I was bound to drown.

There is no way home
When your spirit is torn away,
Just plans to parle with Mr. Doom
Like a wretchedly desperate castaway.

Somewhere I got permission for remission from my plight.
Somehow I found the will to stay in the fight.
Perhaps it was my wife or a celestial light
But I shutter to think, I may be cast, back into that dark night.

A Kiss In The Dark

POTD
How I wish I could have clutched
 vignettes of remembrance
on this bench in a park; 
the same wooden one
which cradled our afternoons,
feeding little birds
as  slices of pang gripped my marrow--

The sharp sting of her farewell, 
right on this spot
drowned time's kohl of fate--- 
that now, I hold the seat's arms limply,
 if only to recall
how we kissed in the dark
exploring east, west of mouths-- 
my fingers messing her hair
nipping quick hours of rendezvous.

I forget not the windswept look
 of her distant eyes... hours I have
 delayed with my misgivings,
my absence wretchedly crossed ---
and upon my woman's leaving
 I on  this park every sordid night

kiss her only in my thoughts ---forgive.

Winter Witchery

Woodland wildlife were weather wary, withdrawn.
Wily wolves watched winter's warning... woebegone.
Wildflowers withered while worrisome willows would
whisper, "Winter witchery weaves within Wildwood."

Watching with wonder, were winged whippoorwills. 
Windstorms were whirling, wrecking wooden windmills.
Wrathfully whipping while wretchedly whistling, which
wakened wry Wanda... Wildwood's wickedest witch!



July 1, 2022
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Love's Yield

With Light infused into our daily reality,
we abandon rage at our common banality,
and words flow with warmth as a fresh summer's honey,
for wretchedly poor, for the ones with the money.

Silver spoons feed the rich and privileged classes,
and common cutlery for the great unwashed masses.
We pass our lives on a small twirling planet,
some hearts tiny as quarks, and some hearts hard as granite.

We are not all the same. We are not equally blessed.
Some of us don the finest linen, some, hardly dressed.
Smiles alone level no uneven playing field.
Only Love can bring us Light. Heaven's Light does Love yield.

.for public domain

Coffee Chocolate Or Weed

I have a mixture every morning of chocolate milk and coffee
Never had weed, but smelled it once
Got promptly sick.
Wretchedly sick,
Never smelled it again.
Glad to have not had that pleasure.

I add a packet of powdered hot chocolate mix into my coffee
Then I stir in two packets of sugar, and top it off with about
three ounces of chocolate milk.
I tried putting in a little chocolate syrup once.
It did not enhance the taste,
so I am going to say possibly chocolate is my favorite.

Best of all, it makes coffee tolerable, and everyone says
I am old enough to drink it now, so maybe I am.
I never want to smell weed again.
It did not help that I was pregnant at the time.

Kelley

       My pumpkin shaded fur-boy.
       Such a magical, silken toy.

       Sneezing so very wretchedly.
       Oh, do remain with me in these
       cold, rainy years!

       In this lovely cottage together,
       please, don't be afraid!
       I will hold you close and comfort
       your feline fears.

       The curtains new, alive and fresh
       with love.
       The smell of jasmine seeps through
       them with God's love.

        The azure rug, soft as a peach.
        I found heaven on earth with you.
        Please, always, be in my soul's reach!


            *In memory of Kelley, who went
                    to Rainbow Bridge.*




                    August 6, 2019
                    10:45am PST

Dearest

Ask me, candied bride, whose eyes so bright
They send me messages of love, each night,
Am I the dignity you wish to invite,
  The man, the sublime taste for you?

Ask me, thorny queen, whose divine sleep
Calls me to dream so wretchedly deep,
Am I the prickly sight one would keep,
  The man, the fairy tale you knew?

Lost In the Snow

The winter wind cuts through my bones
I pull my coat tighter 'round me
Snow pelts hard against me like stones
I'm lost in the snow around me

The winter wind howls wretchedly
Oh, how do I endure this storm?
Oh, I need someone to save me!
I'm lost in the snow of this storm

The winter wind pierces my heart
I scream in pain and clutched my chest
Snow hit hard against me like darts
I'm lost in the snow of unrest

Am I all alone in this storm?
Is there no one to rescue me?
But hope is starting to take form
I'm lost in the snow of mercy

Why should I fear the howling wind?
My Saviour tells them to be still
I know I'm wretched; I have sinned!
But my heart, with mercy, He fills

My Saviour's blood washes my sin
Until they are as white as snow
Through Christ, I'm glorious from within
His mercy like a river flows

The winter wind still cuts me deep
But Christ is my Shelter and Shield
Though darkness, around my head, creeps
In His hands, my faint heart, I yield

Compounding Demons

I now count down the days like I used to count the letters
waiting on when you’ll hurt too so I can start to feel better
straying never too far in case you found the couplet or
poems I wrote you, or are they waste? slouched behind the dresser?
I can hear the same words over and over, homie move on, really just forget her
I can see the way her breast did heave when he surprisingly caressed her
I can feel vehemently but only on the inside where it will stay and fester
Still it will eat wretchedly at me until one day I learn to accept the 
one simple fact that the more I exist the more I will upset her

Now and again you come and go
	where you have no business visiting
Hold up my brain and dumb it slow
	compound that demon it’s swimming with
Somehow back then our alliance was gold
	now you laugh and cringe at my fidgeting
Lapped by friends who play and grow old
	so why should there be any difference in
	how you’ve been re-envisioning my soul
	into the very something you know I’ve been fighting with?


(unknown written date)

We Went Haywire

WE WENT HAYWIRE

The fruit of horrendous hurry
Hung appeasingly aloof
On a green tree with white lumpy leave
Situated amidst a green garden 

We harvested it imperiously
The day we went hay wire woefully
The day we hurried for inadvertent independence
Six months old premature pregnancy
Hurried to breathe brazenly
Hurried to wean wretchedly
Viewed Mrs. Colonisation as a messed milk
Now we hurry to her for magic milk

Now we hazardously hurry
Hurry for a derailed democracy
Hurry for an unwieldy unity
Hurry for a callous change
Hurry for a grievous government
A little more prudent patience
Would have that manifest magic
Which current leaders preposterously promise

©Kporho Vwede Daniel
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(IG: General Ali official)

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You'Ve Lost That Loving Feeling

You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling

You left me like Alice, lost in Wonderland,
running in circles with my heart in my hand.
I thought our love was so beautiful and strong.
Tell me, please tell me, where did I go wrong?
Have I lost my luster, and I’m no longer thrilling; 
or have you simply lost that loving feeling?
Wretchedly, I’ve watched you slowly slipping away;
with no pride left, I’m down on my knees to pray.
I’m begging, baby, sweet baby, please come back; 
even though you left my heart mummified in black.

Ignoring my pleas, you walked out the door,
slashing my heart to pieces, hurting me to the core.
Yet, I can’t fathom why it’s you I still adore. 
It’s killing me ‘cause my heart can’t stand the pain…
the kind that pierces like silver bullets of rain.
But only God knows why I still want you so badly;  
my love, give me another chance and I’ll do anything gladly.
Yeah, you may have found someone new,
but every beat of my heart beats only for you…
so please, please just love me like you used to do.

06-12-2018

Contest:    Grens Evergreens #4 Cilla Black
Sponsor:   Teppo Gren
Song:        You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling
Placement: 1st

Human Figures Made of Clay

Dismal tale of men and women in the dirty rail compartment
No conception of the charm being knitted by the movement
Of the necklace of gentle light in the pants shirts and blouses
All is too occupied in their struggle to notice the kind crescent 
As they are returning home from their respective workplaces

Piteous story of apathy and woe all of them are absorbed in
An old lady chewing parched rice taking it from a rusted tin
In a dark corner is seated a youth with shirt all bloodstained
Suffering from tuberculosis and looking very fragile and thin
A worthless life of empty existence still wretchedly retained

Though no threshold he will come across leading him to a
Plate of  rice and curry as at least one square meal a day
A hawker of playthings approaches them in a smiling face
A second vendor selling some human figures made of clay
A gloomy motion picture of life running in an unfair race


10/07/2017
Rhyme Time with 5 Poetry Contest sponsored by Laura Loo
Using the five words viz Piteous Bloodstained Threshold
Conception and Dismal

Them

“THEM”



the dirty piss shame on their 
name. the clean, untouched 
versions of the female become
less and less.

we’re wired to search for the 
good and we hope to find one.
we hope one finds us.

we look to the stars as if a 
map to these good women 
exists. as if it’ll fall 
from the sky.

as the whores find cock 
inside this world, the purest 
of women stay broken hearted 
and wretchedly buoyant.

pure women are rare, they are 
the reason the word woman 
itself exists. there is
no confusion.

when you know a whore, you 
know a whore. when you know a 
woman, you know a woman. this 
itself, will never change.

finding a pure woman is the 
difference. loving a whore 
only keeps their dour
existence current.

to the men: love a woman and 
not a whore. love a whore and 
you love the dross she’s 
brought to you. 

distinguish.

to those pure women out there 
waiting to be loved, we know 
you’re there. we wait until 
the day we find you, ready to
love you the way a woman 
should be loved.



By: Chicano Eddie
8-10-2016

Fanaticism

Fanaticism,
You, vengeful child of darkness, 
Grandchild of ignorance,
Brother of terror and hatred,
Cousin of intolerance and fear, 
Your abominable goal is to submit humanity’s psyche in
Perpetual torture
By indiscriminately slaughtering men,
Raping women,
Enslaving children,
Eliminating freedom and 
Obliterating  joy
Would wretchedly fail   
Cause 
God, couldn’t bless the abhorrent actions of your disciples
For  
He is not ruthless, cruel, or vicious 
But
Merciful, forging, and loving
Hence 
Your dominion of oppression you wish to establish
A blasphemous monument in His eyes would be,
Contemptible by Him and His angels alike
Thus 
Those who strive to prevail by committing your 
Unspeakable crimes 
Not even a glimpse of the gates of paradise would ever be
Able to see!



© Demetrios Trifiatis
    18 August 2014 


* Dedicated to those who have fallen victim to fanaticism around the world.

Out In a Rainfall

Out in a rainfall;
Hopeful but woeful waters,
Pitifully falls...
Lightning wretchedly dances,
Thunders echoed and resound...

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