"stiffed" poems
The first and last death you'll ever receive
and the last breath you'll ever breathe
comes before and after you.
I've turned into the creature
you thought was a myth
now you're paralyzed, I've made you stiffed.
I am the pure born Shadow Wolf
that lurks day and night
ripping your throat out
what a painful frightening sight.
Close your eyes
say good night
pray in death
to go to the..
light
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC
1.This wheelchair never was a River,
even when powered, it did splutter
yes, it's equivalent in movements,
listening silently it always sits out,
away from the flow to the ecstatic sea.
A wheel chair is a caricature of loneliness.
2.Ever tried to see it for what it really is?
"We don't remember, doesn't catches the eye"
Not like a chair of any other kind easily does,
A chair regal looks up, straight at the face
in the manner it demands what it wants,
"Let me tell you this, listen or leave"
3.A wheel chair keeps on looking at it's
arrested feet apologetically and sighs,
if you have an inner ear sensitive, hear this,
I am not even a chair, an apology
for movement,spoken in a voice stiffed.
It speaks incessantly, in a voice within itself,
wordless to a world, that has closed it's doors.
4.A wheelchair easily forgets things as
it can't keep bitterness alive always.
who cares to speak a few words to a wheelchair?
all it is to be done is push it in silence through aisles .
from a destination of pain to any other, slightly higher.
Stairs of every kind, for a wheelchair is a foreign land.
5.Yet in impeded wheelchairs moves many a dream,
broken before their time or crusted with force.
Or remains of a day, too long and busily spent.
On every wheelchair a heart adamantly beats,
"I would, I would" it beats with a rare grit.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC
Hey hey hey boys, no need to use your fists or knives
Settle this like civilized folks, and let Judge Judy drive
Did you bring all your paperwork, all the bills and claims?
Did you give it to the bailiff? no need playing silly games
I really hope your not a fool, or worse, stole your neighbor's cat
The Judge doesn't really like that, and might label you a brat
If you hit his new car, and drove off in an utter tiff
Well more than likely you'll find, with the bill you're stiffed
Her eyes burn holes in carbon, her gaze kills lesser men
I hope and pray for your sake, you're not at fault, my friend
In the after comments, standing out, in the courtroom hall
The interviewing idiot will ask you, "Ya think, that was, the righteous call?"
"Uuuuuhhhh, DUH, no
I should have brought my mom
she was there
and
she saw it all"
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC
at istanbul the line is swift
faces are warm the world is here
we have the journey as our gift
all landed safe none cast adrift
no crisis left to engineer
at istanbul the line is swift
we're moved along all hearts must lift
as each direction comes out clear
we have the journey as our gift
no simple one so for our thrift
we've been repaid and very dear
at istanbul the line is swift
but none can say that they've been stiffed
as cost of entry will appear
we have the journey as our gift
though we come far and have to sift
through memories made everywhere
at istanbul the line is swift
we have the journey as our gift
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 11:32 AM UTC
I remember when I first met her
it was like love at first sight
and I thought god I'd take her, even marry her
that was my first love sweet Claire
she was so ******* gorgeous
She was young, pretty and perfect
and goodness, I was swept off my feet
I did love her and adore her
but my life was young and stupid
and yes mistakenly stiffed her emotionally
Such a rose was she
but it was never to be
I loved her as my first love
and jealously I did covet her
I even gave her one of my stars Rea
Oh foolish fool most profound was I
I used to beat myself around
such a sweet woman
a woman I should of enjoyed
rather treating her like a toy
I want to make amends
for forgiveness is my end
as I left her high and dry
in those dark nights after leaving, I'd cry
and once or twice tried suicide
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
You,
Add as an ornament me,
I often be ashamed that.
Because,
Yours levities are
About me only
Bear a burden you
Don’t know my deep affection.
At your shadow war
Use as weapon me,
And my nearness
Make as precaution you.
In the flow of season
Me and you
Twist in two way.
You as in
And I also out.
Thus we are
Become goddess and slave.
Now,
I am deduct my life
Wear out olden memories
In this stepping stone.
And you; brooding
In golden veil of dreams
No blossom at anytime
On your dreams
Don’t get my thoughts
And journey words.
At the village ways
In soften silence
Small ants getting
For worship
They are coming
With a row
And roosting
My wet chest
I like it
Because,
They wish
Friendship with me
Am I become whose saviour?
Answer of this question is
Now my research topic
In this evening
Remove you my friendship.
When you re wear it?
Until then,
In freezes dew
Like cursed stone
Me alone
Trembled
Stiffed......
========== C N Kumar.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
Alices in holes,
swaying in the
land of mirrored
doors. Stiffed
Humpties on walls,
in the distant light.
Dumped my faith,
once, twice, three times
dumped it. So, you see,
chopped my own heart,
had to.
Will you have me
around your table,
Mad Hatter, sir,
'cause i'd suit so well,
into a merry go-round.
No more me to
hand out, delusional
believer in stories,
made up stories
in snow faked globes.
Oh yes, of course,
i can pass the sugar,
we ran out of salt.
Shall we overdose now,
from a sweetened slumber?
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
I didn't think it was going to be any good.
The Party,
My friends.
9:30
Rediscovered pesto to Arnold the govnah' in Total Recall
I walked in their door a thousand times for their entertainment
each time as a new character,
He's got a wii so he can play gamecube,
Bring your guitar
10:30
The fridge had a paper snowflake with ******* shaped designs
You know why I like the kitchen?
The lighting on my friends faces, I can enjoy everyones expression
Drinking game? Who can't moonwalk, place your bets, take off your shoes
11:30
Pack of dudes showed up, Female hosts forget to invite ladies sometimes
Don't leave! Why? Your the prettiest girl here
oh no the neighbor is coming to complain but
If I know my sister like I think I do,
the two will be shooting whiskey on the roof in no time
2:30
I took a group to visit my ***** call,
I knocked and sang at the door but she stiffed me
Probably a mistake but you can't start a fire without a...
so we left and played "dancing in the dark" in the parking lot
.... ....... ...
Why am I singing to you?
Your half asleep doing takes for my new voicemail
I told you a story about
TheAA Duracell battery who wanted to be friends with the 9Volts
The throw pillow who wanted to be a real pillow
The doorknob who broke herself on purpose
so intruders couldn't see what she had inside
I didn't think it was going to be any good.
The Party,
My friends.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
(Sung to the melody of Frank Sinatra's "My Way")
And so, I'm standing here
To say an oath and pledge allegiance.
Though some will cry and jeer
And accuse me of malfeasance,
The fact that I can stand
Before you now in a tough-guy way
Proves that you can be like me
By doing things my way.
Yes, I've stiffed a few,
But that's my disposition.
That's what you have to do
To carry forth your mission.
I knew what I was doing;
I was acting in a sly way.
Just do what I tell you
And do things my way.
You might not like the things I say
Or what I do, but that's okay.
Celebs like me have it made.
Just don't drop the masquerade.
It's all the same; just play the game
And do things my way.
I've had three wives. So what!
I've had just two divorces.
The news? Don't watch that ****
I've found better sources.
I didn't get this far
By choosing the just-get-by way.
Since life is dog eat dog
Just do things my way.
You never know who you can *****
Until you shift your point of view.
Remember: ***** before you're *******
At times be crass; at times be lewd.
Make up the rules; treat them like fools
By doing things my way.
Yes, do things my way.
- by Bob B (1-19-17)
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
the cool kids, moping, stenched and
stenciled eyebrows, miserable and
paralyzed in try-hard poses, thumbs
strategically stiffed from pockets;
miserable to be noticed. glad to be
an album cover.
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
I don’t rightly know
What there is to say
About truth, justice
And the American way
Except it’s never
Fully been on display
Ask the indigenous people
Who are here today
Ask ‘em about the treaties
That were never kept
And the opportunities that
They might have had, but slept
To insure that their land
Was fully swept
Of those invading varmints
They learned to regret
Truth, justice and
The American way
The Superman announcer
Used to say
Before we started chasing
Immigrants away
Or we started treating greed
Like it was okay
God blessed America
With a gift
But the American dream
Is becoming a myth
And what the rich have
Can be taken away swift
If the people of this country
Keep getting stiffed
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
how I wish you could jump off the cliff
and made everything else swift
where our failing feelings stiffed
but you would never care to rift
you just looked foolishly stern
while I am almost dead crestfallen
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
Words fail me to write in rhyme
And now I must sleep
I can't afford the time
For I must work that daily grind
In a workforce so unrefined
Tweaking cooks
And moody staff
All on something else
Just to get past
Drink and pills and greens afloat
Sober minds
Make nasty blokes
I work for tips
Or I work for free
It's up to the customer
To show generosity
Fake a smile
Show off some quick wit
Get stiffed again
These ******* ******
And soon a double shift awaits
And then again I'll stifle my hate
There are those who get me through
The days
And at times bring in love
Always coming my way
Making me laugh the shift into play
Maybe it'll be a better day
And I wish that I would sleep
But words are stuck
And they want me to speak
To write about nonsense
About my life
About my work
About my strife
And high as ****
But I don't seem to mind
I guess I found a little time
To be me within a rhyme
Guess that's cool
To suddenly see
My random spark
Of creativity
It maybe a waste of time to read
I'll take no offense
Because there is no need
It's my way of ******* around
Poetically
Thank you and goodnight
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
My heart it hurts
It breaking my rips from the inside out
It leaves me rooting right through
Makes me frow up all the love i have for you
Every cut on my skin proves
Im willing to lern how to lose
Myself even more than you
They ***** the love i cannot give you
My head is full of dreams and stories
Stiffed to the brim with new idees
You're in every happy ending
In every book i erase myself
Let me paint you in the morningsun
Capture you grinning to the girls you love
Let me use this brush and paint
To give you an insight of your light
Every tear fell from my cheeks
Proves im not just a freak
I feel and feel and cant help but think
Oh how better life would be
without existing
The scent through the door is clear
It smeels like rotten pease and leaves
It feels like a forgotten dream
It feels like a missed opportunity
And when she'll die ill be in pices
Will you see it will you be there
To safe me from ripping open
My heart is butcherd bleeing broken
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 4:27 AM UTC
To the poor
waitress
who I refused
to
tip today during
lunch,
if I'd remembered
that
you work for
pennies
on the dollar,
I
wouldn't have stiffed
you;
forgive me being
stingy.
Jun 24, 2022
Jun 24, 2022 at 1:38 PM UTC
I could hear as the rigid solitude knocked on my window,
I stand up with my trembling legs and look out through the glazier blot.
Dark towers of the night looming, mantle the Moon's light
Of which fairies were buried by fiend of the shadow.
The beast huddled,
And with that, solitude also forsakaned me.
Emptiness, that I became,
Like a void spirit,
Who is silently striked by the devistating fist of scarcity.
Since the Moon was locked up in a faraway cage...
Shoreless the dark night, which burns between us,
And racking me for an endless time.
I am a bird, which pursuing its warmth,
And flying trough the stiffed mainlands.
I am a sunflower, which lives for the Sun
And nervously golden colour of it
feared from others.
I am an asterisk, which devouted to the Moon
And relishing its dim beams.
But I would rather be a shooting star once,
Than a callow craven.
I would rather wait among Time's grains of sand that snaring backwards,
Than becoming a desolate corner of life.
I wish the solid smoke of darkness would just fade away,
So my blinking eyes would know where to reach for you.
Frigid the scrapering, destitute nothingness.
Only you could smelt me, like the sunny sky a bird.
Deprivation of yours is devouring me,
Like affection my sanity.
Please bring back the Moon,
Because the night is perishing my Sun.
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 5:56 AM UTC
woke up tonight
in the white ******
January dust
blinking eyes
so stiffed with
silvershaped rust
halfway open
as I looked at the
sun
cant tell where
this grey mist
began
one foot still
on this hard
steady floor
it might be shaking up
tomorrow
can never know for sure
now
you take your rain
and loosing time
I might fight for now
but i'll be fine
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
I guess and figure through my mind but you've heard about it so you herd and proud of it throwing a fit over here but you choose to be distracted just another game piece gotta have it crumble down we go don't you know that we can't have **** when the economy you support is graphed as pyramids brother don't you learn from the burn you try to hide out under costumes and postoring girl aren't you ******* tired of the disrespect taught as happen stance while they rub up just trying to dance will we not take for us stand up and smash flatten their dichotomy folks can't you hear or see those stiffed by voices rehearsed to seed self suvitude so dumb even the children are crying out loud to parents drown them out with life subscriptions of fade~out work watch the ***** fallow step for the cheapest fad bought off bright surveillance malls stocked while cocked guns bleed out any chance of revolutions schmes so deeply entrenched in me brothers and sisters minds that those that see are ostracized as being blind as brightest light when the vial of darkness finally comes into sight triangles ripped into seems squares circled burst through gains made in hamonic occilations agianst the grians truth ends to all beginnings celebrate mathematical promises of failure by those who compete by cheat lies and deceit hermetic law will take the elites fall and drive it home once 144,000 Warriors rise in the wake of chaos sounding om
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
as you may know,
it was a seedy day
yester day
so i lit the fire and sewed
superman pants.
used herring bone stitch
soothing in white
watched the film
flickering
and remembered
fridays was fish
we had herrings
fried the skin crisp
the roes plump and hard
the boys liked soft
suppose they would
used old cotton,
naturally and the wire
needle threader
fingered stiffed
sewing done felt a little
better
more coal on the fire
all will be well
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 2:34 AM UTC
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 2:58 AM UTC