"allegations" poems
I know the toothless women
Who crumple on the streets
The rain bleeds through their cardboard,
The cold drips through their feet
I know the dying children
With anaesthetic arms
The angels crowd around them
With time that burns their palms
I've hugged the brainwashed gangsters
With money drenched in blood
I've heard their broken weeping
While digging up the mud
I've seen the starving faces
Of the tired girls at home
The broken, hectic psyches
That eat them to the bone
I know the burning poets
With a desperate thirst for life
The need for finding soulmates
That pierces like a knife
There's weary public servants
Who risk their lives for good
And prove compassion every day
Yet stay misunderstood
Human love is buried
Beneath the plastic weight
Of angry allegations
And a world that feeds off hate
These people may be messy,
But they're beautiful and real
With hidden dreams and secrets
And ability to feel
We have a place to run to
With lights of peach and gold
Where all the weight is lifted
And all our tales are told
We live in total freedom
So safe beneath the moon
And though it seems ambitious
Our dreams will save us soon
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
I tend to,
Give my all without expectations of receiving something of equal worth
So I end up in bed accompanied by my emptiness
Feeling worth less than the word less
Because I wear my emotions on my face and I can’t seem to separate the
Pain from the passion.
I guess it’s my fault that this happened.
I guess it’s my fault, and since I’m not one to make allegations
I have no patience
I end up accepting less than I deserve, and I’ve always heard
That I can be whatever I want to be, and it’s up to me to turn my daydreams
Into realities, but in reality, the concept of reality is all new to me
I have a problem. I tend to,
Give my all without expectations to, receive something of equal worth
What am I worth?
I’m not sure but my…soul contains the universe
And beauty is in the hush of the trees
Misconceived mix match of half-baked beliefs
But I’m not one to make allegations, I have no patience
Recycled existence of inspiration
I’ve always heard…never judge a book by its cover
So if I’m judged for doing me
That’s another brand new cavity across the meaning of the word humanity
That’s another false rumor spread
Another he said she said text read
Another person’s confidence dead.
But I can solve the California water crisis with the tears that I have not shed.
I wear my emotions on my face, but do not be confused by the lack of emotion that I show.
See, whenever you’re invited to a funeral, we all know that you’re supposed to go, but we do not cry for the ones we do not know
What are you worth?
You are a slave to your mind and can’t see what is, for what it is for.
Helloo, this is the 21st century and we don’t need chains to make slaves out of people anymore.
If you’re lost, insecure, and feeling worthless, give yourself a worth test.
They’ll call you dramatic, but I’ll call you my living protest.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
Because of the allegations that have come out against Hillary Clinton, she's a person who I don't trust.
Hillary supporters don't want me to tell you this but I must.
Because of these allegations, I can't and won't trust her to run this country.
If I was a politician who was facing such allegations, people wouldn't vote for me.
I don't trust Hillary to be in The Oval Office.
She shouldn't be elected, I firmly believe this.
If you're going to vote for her, you have that right but what I've said had to be mentioned.
I don't think that Hillary Clinton is trustworthy and I have to bring that to people's attention.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC
You mumblers and raspers
Of resp'rat'ry rattle:
Open your throats!
Forsake ye! the gaspers,
You quoters of cattle
And prattle of goats!
Or lay ye with horses
Whose tongue ne'er divorces
Those ivory choppers,
Those sibilant stoppers;
You lispers: beware,
Whether stallion or mare,
While you nibble your oats!
Stop your speech-stumbling!
Go suckle an udder
You dizzy, damp calfs!
Restrain your talk-tumbling,
And swallow your stutter
Nor utter foul laughs!
You outspoken nags
Mimic bolt-broken stags
As you bleed allegations
Down paths of my patience
And clatter your antlers;
What heavy-hoofed ranters
For no one's behalf!
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
Man, woman, fear, touch, kiss, scent, taste, magical embrace, ***********
exaltation, celebration, emotional intoxication, tenderness, cuddling. . .
Fear, doubt, expectation, incrimination, inebriation, allegations, regret,
concerns of damnation, impregnation, incarceration, restraining order. . .
Reconciliation, fear, Man, Woman, touch, kiss, scent, taste, embrace . . .
And you know the rest
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 1:56 PM UTC
Perspiration accumulates into salty beads,
Falling into her eyes, eyes that have lost their gleam.
We’ve been trapped like savaged animals for three agonizing nights.
Diminutive apertures in this death box supply minimal light.
The screech of the rails are a bittersweet melody to our ears.
For we only know what these horrific monsters have taught. Fear.
As the door slams open, I’m pried from my wife.
I wonder if this will be the last moment I see her smile.
My people are marked with terror and pain.
I realized were barricaded in with barbed wire chains.
My subverted clothes reek of secretion.
This camp is untrustworthy, raising apprehension.
They claim we are not human.
But I ask, do we not bleed, when we are injured?
Do we not dream blissful thoughts?
Do we not pray to the same God?
The same God that punishes the innocent;
Bringing blithe to those sinners that shed blood.
When we lose our cherished, our loved ones,
Do we not shed tears? Do we not mourn?
No! We must not, for we are not human,
According to what the Nazis see.
We are the innocent, robbed of life.
They are the monsters who roam free.
At least, that’s what I see.
I see men, women, and children stripped of clothing,
Stripped of dignity, stripped of all things humane.
While these barbaric monstrosities make allegations.
Claiming they are purifying society, when they are to blame.
Men lose wives; children lose mothers.
Families are torn apart; sisters lose brothers.
Those of us who survive, work until brittle.
Still we carry on, if our minds are able.
Backs of men are scarred from arduous lashes.
While the sick are trapped in rooms imbued with gases.
My hands are enveloped with calicoes and cuts.
My mind grows weary, I dream an ending abrupt.
I’m crippled with anger, and tears that still drip sore.
My heart crescendos with pain, about to implode.
It’s difficult to refuse the tears when I hear the desolate screams.
I’m trapped in a perpetual nightmare, a ceaseless dream.
Still I carry on in life, for that is the greatest revenge.
The day we feel the kiss of freedom, will be the day we have avenged.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
A bunch of allegations have come out against Hillary Clinton but people still want her to be President anyway.
I've never heard anything so crazy in all of my born days.
I do not like Hillary or her spouse.
I do not want her in The White House.
If you want to vote for her, that's fine, that's your choice.
But I do not like the woman and that's what I plan to voice.
There is one thing that you can count on from me.
This November I will not vote for Hillary.
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
I speak no riddle and play no game when I say I call the bluff
For I found on this very ground that love is packaged fluff
That no word nor heart goes into even the deepest midnight kiss
And so I declare in this lifetime that love does no exist
Before you ask me who I am to make such accusations
Or what must have occurred in heart or mind to scream such allegations
I am the fool thats folly lies in hopes of something more
As he found himself abandoned in his own heart's heavy doors
There is no happy ending to the twisted words I speak
No comfort or nighttime companion to banish such thoughts with a kiss on the cheek
Only a wishing and a mourning for all the wasted time
Where I searched for such a treasure that could never truly be mine
Or...
Could it be that love to me is only a distant stranger
That love is not extinct, but just simply endangered
Is it possible that love exists and strives to keep alive
The only thing driving it and us being the simple will to survive
I look to you, dear reader, and ask to look within yourself
To see within you lies something that can be found in no one else
And that every brute, every break, and every burn leads to a love forever more
Would such a treasure, so coveted, be worth fighting for
And so with each side made and each argument formed, I retire into myself
Picking up both my pen and my heart from the dusty shelf
For the answer I've looked for tonight is in both heart and mind combined
That love in all its wonder is out there, but a challenge to find
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 1:18 PM UTC
No woman Is worth what you put me through,
Girls talk about men and the bad **** he'd do,
But that's nothing compared,
To the emotional despair,
From terrorist attacks, from a woman's lair,
**** I'd wonder why I'd care,
Sayin' it isn't fair,
Ya disappointment's perpetual and you were never there,
Should have not got ****** now my heart need repair,
And through all the pain and agony you weren't even aware,
I tried to shrug my love,
Pretend I didn't give a ****
Hoping it didn't come back round like bad karma, ****** luck,
Hard truths,
Cold facts, It's all through,
What's the point of part one if there's never part two?
Heart's glued,
Still trying to put back broken pieces,
It's all you,
And I'm thinkin' over thesis,
Go back to observation,
Evidence of perpetration,
Hold you accountable for all ya allegations,
It all supports my theory,
If I'm superman your kryptonite when you're near me,
I fear thee,
Cryin' when you week and weary,
Sayin' "Jared, I need a friend so please hear me"
'Cause that's the nicotine I try not to let get near me,
Askin', "Are you listening?"
Through self imposed misery
Treatin' me like a figurine,
So I play you like a tennis team,
And make sure you get no love, back to my history!
Because you never deserved my presence,
Men try to win ya heart just a part of contestants,
Just to win a section,
Of your empty affection,
Compulsion, and expections,
Of giving that's one way in direction,
Taker Take her,
Come meet you maker,
The distance you created like the comet did the crater,
Don't ask me for no favors,
Cause i savor the flavor,
Of live with out you compared,
To a life with you despaired,
And everyday your name slips me,
Is like a little victory,
Because you name is to me,
A bad taste in my mouth, and amnesia is my listerine,
Forgetting things,
Now relationships are hard, because, of what you did to me,
Left me with scars, half dead like chivalry,
But it still lives through me,
If I ever see you again, I'll pretend, it didn't get to me,
Stop talking, and start listening,
Vapid actress,
When will you stop actin'?
You can fake love but you can't fake passion,
Vapid actress,
When will you stop actin'?
You can fake love but you can't fake passion.
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC
All those words
I should never have said
All those thoughts
That entered my head
Misreading situations
Placing false allegations
What am I doing here,
my mind is so unclear,
My windscreens fogging up
I'm drowning in the silence
All I want is to hear
Your voice calling out my name
It's not the same
Without you here
I can't bare to watch you leave
And I've made mistakes
It's okay, it's my fault
I'll take the blame
I'm sorry for causing you all this pain
It's not the same
It's not the same
without you here
I'm sorry
For ripping apart your heart
I'll make it up
I'll make it up
And I'm sorry
For creating all these scars
I'll patch them up
I'll patch them up
I'm sorry for giving up
I'll make it up
(Just wait and see)
I'll make it up
I will make it up
How could I have caused such hurt
When I really love her
How could I not have seen the signs
She's been signalling all this time
How can I take back all I said
I've just gone and changed everything
I don't want this change
Don't want you to go away
Please stay, please stay
I'm reaching out my hands to you
I'm reaching out my hands to you
It's not the same
Without you here
I can't bare to watch you leave
And I've made mistakes
It's okay, it's my fault
I'll take the blame
I'm sorry for causing you all this pain
It's not the same
It's not the same
without you here
I'm sorry
For ripping apart your heart
I'll make it up
I'll make it up
And I'm sorry
For creating all these scars
I'll patch them up
I'll patch them up
I'm sorry for giving up
I'll make it up
(Just wait and see)
I'll make it up
I will make it up
After all, we have been through
After all this time
I'm losing you like this
Because of my selfish antics
How could I not see
How much you were hurting deep down inside
I'm supposed to be your protection
The one that you could turn too
Never should have let you
Fight these battles on your own
I've made mistakes
I've made mistakes
Yeah I hope and pray
That one day you might forgive me
It's not the same
Without you here
I can't bare to watch you leave
And I've made mistakes
It's okay, it's my fault
I'll take the blame
I'm sorry for causing you all this pain
It's not the same
It's not the same
without you here
I'm sorry
For ripping apart your heart
I'll make it up
I'll make it up
And I'm sorry
For creating all these scars
I'll patch them up
I'll patch them up
I'm sorry for giving up
I'll make it up
(Just wait and see)
I'll make it up
I will make it up
I love you so much
I'll repair your heart
From the damage that I've done
I'll make it up
I'll make it up
I love you for all you are
Shine bright my star
Shine bright my star
I love you for all you are.
©2017 Written By Benji James
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 4:31 AM UTC
I frequently fall with infatuation
Facing assaults of accounts and allegations
Precursored by overwrought thoughts of the distraught
That they, the piqued and pained, were aware of my plot
Harm I intended, only fuelled by lust
Being insensitive and callous is but a must
For I, the brutish devil who led you astray
Have left you enveloped in utter dismay
I dismantled your faith and replaced it with doubt,
With this symbol of mine that carries much clout,
Leaving my victims mourning in tears
For I have give veracity to their fears
The tears of my prey fabricate a rivers flow
That only I, the acccursed Aquarius may know
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 10:36 PM UTC
See this is where I clear my mental
Cuz it's essential
Clean all the junk out of your knowledgeable box
Like fresh clean socks bleach with Clorox
I need to be clean
So I sit and look at Gods creation
As I fathom that it could save a nation
All hail thee Christ Jesus
Many people say they love him to pieces but never sit and marvel and His creation
Conquering king to civilization
Causing many allegations
No persuasion to the right side
So I'll abide in my many complex as I marvel at Gods creation
Tribe altercation to seek multiplication
So I try to change in the right clothes
Not naked to the fact He can still see me
Soul complete me
All I want is to bask in Gods creation
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 9:31 PM UTC
count thy words
like you count your breathes -
not!
the estimable statisticians
can estimate
the proximate number
of breaths
our lives will take,
the inventory of words,
we shall on average aggregate
we breathe recklessly,
never stopping
to slow down the rate
with which we tirelessly
consume ourselves
think of the
mess of words,
a brain store,
like a breath,
use it and then
purposeful lose it,
once employed,
nevermore,
so write often,
even longingly,
as in,
write long,
write hard,
every word expelled,
a treasure,
returned to
brother poets
for their
consumption and reutilization,
the monoxide,
of a shared oxide
when thy stock of
words in trade,
almost all used up,
perforce,
must write only
short little sweet nothings
well,
in happy desperation,
compose
alliterative allegations,
nonsensical noises,
aiming to pleases
summation of essential humanness
remain few breaths,
issue rhythmic sounds,
colorful grunting noises,
outed
one last intelligible poem
that cannot ever be read
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 5:31 AM UTC
Oversaturated
The colors you provide are somehow tainted
I can't take it
Huffing paint makes me feel amazing
Green makes me feel jaded
Even though im homeless i pray i dont make it just to pledge allegiance to satan
Red makes me blue
Seeing her go
Disappear into hues
It had to be her
But i'd rather it you
I gather myself into a corner and blame myself
New
Allegations of chasing tail just to get head
Moments spent worthless as pennies when i'd rather be dead
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
Yes you are right baby,
Your allegations are true,
I had done that previously too.
But was it something that I hid,
Had I not told you earlier,
Have I not been true?
Tele-tration was with you as well.
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 2:14 AM UTC
Is it true
what you said,
in the grip of the plague?
That you would love me and my broken musicbox.
I said the worst thing I could, to save you from pain...
Oh the pain it must have
caused,
Accusations,
allegations of my limitations,
I know something in you
still feels my wet tears on your hand.
Twice from the chasm edge you recalled me.
Now I wonder,
if there is a miracle left in the bag of light.
Didn't I bring a sparkle to your laugh
in the days before I tasted poisoned honey.
I built collages for what I thought was you.
I see the weariness in your words,
shake me from this world.
Once,
you made me smile through agony,
when I fell from the greatest height.
Now,
the very thought of your smile,
drives a thousand pins into my head.
Tomorrow,
another piece of me will be missing,
never to be recovered, permanant loss.
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 1:45 PM UTC
The rain lets up as the sirens start
One world fell in two parts
Remarks silently spoken of reality being broken
Idea recoils further into isolation ruled by false allegations
Under exaggerated hyperbole transcribes the true feeling hidden above the covered-up abomination
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
In the cookie cutter cage
Struggling to contain the rage
A free-spirit was torn between reality and dreamland
Break the shackles of expectation
Shrug away judgmental allegations
Explore the depths of your creation
Surrender to allure of deep temptations
REBEL against the infiltration
Of a mass produced mold
Dare to wander, to be bold
**** the status, and their gold
Discover your own imagination
Live through your own interpretation
Search for treasure in the crowds
Let your mind transcend the clouds
Emancipate your inner child
To take a step, into the wild
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 12:16 AM UTC
I look into your eyes, although they are void of any real emotion
Coming here today after calling me a prositiute from something that you heard
I S UnAcCePtAbLe to me and I want you to hear me in your daydreams repeating this until you get it.
It would have been one thing to accuse ME, not him, of your alleged suspicious allegations
But, maybe your ***** havent dropped enought to think and act like a gentleman, especially in their house.
I know your complete disdain for me and people like me, but I'm not your girlfriend or a prostiute.
I suggest that you get your facts straight, don't drink yourself into anoblivion at your "best friends house" on New Years Eve and rant and rave creating slander and outrght lies, lies, lies, lies. behind my back made me ***** profusely into my mouth and I lost the taste for the dinner I had just prepared for over 2 hours.
Be aware that when you "lie" and slander someone's name to that degree (to your best friend who is in love with that person. It might be a good idea to check those 3rd persson "accusations, without proof.
This isn't rocket science and you don't have to replace your own heart in some secret scientific project where you are the doctor and the patient.
I know that you have you heard "(if you live in glass houses, you shouldn't throw the first stone)"
I mean if I would've told you all your flaws (believe or make believe) behind your back to someone you loved, how would that had made you feel.
Cuz honey, I aint no ********** and unless your Jesus, I don't need your ********
So for now, you are being allowed to visit this house. I would suggest you don't get so ****** up that you don't remember offering me money for *** so Joey has to kick you out again.
But, listien- honey, I understand you didn't get much education, maybe came from a broken home..etc
Next time you disrespect me or my man in his own house. I will just go get the hammer.
No hard feelings, right, Rob?
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
What if I told you
I had all the answers.
Would you accommodate my allegations
Or assume my observations are obsolete?
Let's see.
What if I told you
There are approximately five abandoned houses
For every so called vagabond in America.
Let's pretend some simple addition could remedy this situation
And a few sets of steady hands plus a plethora of dry wall
Could dramatically increase the living conditions in these residences
And decrease the number of five year olds
Who consider dreaming on concrete comfortable.
Would you lend a hand?
What if I told you
That minorities make up the vast majority of inmates in America
While corporate crooks who believe distributing the wealth
Means purchasing penthouses in every time zone
From Ponzi Scheme paychecks
Receive bailouts rather than handcuffs.
As if felons in white collars are invisible to proper punishment.
Would you take the stand?
What if I told you
Believing in Buddha and his blessings
Or the New Testament teachings
Is not reason enough to persecute anyone
Based on their personal beliefs.
Because believe it or not
We were all blessed with the ability
To show compassion for others regardless of religious indifference.
Would you make amends?
What if I told you
I had none of the answers.
That my words were merely that- words.
That my call requires actions
And answers mean actually acting on abstractions
That most people keep inside mental concepts.
Would you hear me?
Would you help me?
What if I told you nothing?
Would you listen then?
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
An old, blue-eyed man
His heart buried beneath boards
Poe claimed sanity
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC
to music I wandered upon Paul Simon
wondered how he ever thought to write a song
about 'You can call me Al'
and made a video with Chevy Chase
soft in the middle.... cartoon character...
if you'll be my bodyguard
role model.....hints and allegations...
refrain
I will be your long lost pal,
I can call you Betty?
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 3:49 AM UTC
its birthplace, its origins, the where the whence,
these clues are inclusive of
sources of inspiration which
are like handholds,
Even,
"incidents and accidents /
There were hints and allegations"
but you knew, you knew in advance,
you,
Can Call Me Al"
eye easing offerings, kindly giving kindling,
to the overwhelmed reader burning eyes,
ease the struggle, hire/higher the insights,
just hints of the wherefores, if the whys so
desperate must remain secreted in your heart alone
you are so right!
the greatest poems ever
go oft, without stepping stones,
why not mine?
If you anticipate scholars centuries later
explicating your poems, well then, they
most of all, will need a leg up about your
disco~
graphy
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 4:04 PM UTC