"subvert" poems
What did I pause about the other day- was it at the kitchen table? I think so- I was sitting down next to my fluorite crystal- something occurred to me- it was a pleasant thought, I remember, something a bit marvelous, I winked at my pretty little stone and she winked back. Oh! I think it was sparked from Arundhati Roy’s novel God of Small Things. Or no, I think it was the smell of spring wafting through the window that transported me to sweet grass-stained jeans at six. (How Consciousness can subvert Time! Making past present, making present eternal and infinite- undermining order imposed and idealized- tirelessly trying to give itself, but faltering before the closed fist of human conquest). Or perhaps it was the language and sensation simultaneous that lifted from within me this deep affection- for what, I do not know. For everything and nothing, I suppose. For all that is and all that be—and all that must cease to be.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
Foot meets the metal of a cold shovel
with a sun beaming down
booted foot pushes the *****
into the soft and rooty ground
one mound of dirt
sweat forms above the brow
two mounds of dirt
salty bead slithers down
three mounds of dirt
tuned into the sounds
four mounds of dirt
birds chirp all around
stopped by a thick root
extra force must be used
give that shovel a pogo of boots
and we are at the fifth mound
six and seven are easy
as the hole starts to round
eight nine ten eleven twelve
a tomb has been found
carried your sheet covered corpse
laid you in the hole
cover you with what was uncovered
creating a man made knoll
Six years of memories
laid underneath this red dirt
many years missing
that time gone subvert
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
We are not the voice to elect a king
We are anonymous
I am not the one you want to convene because I question everything
I am just a voice of honesty as degenerates overtake my home
Life in the wake of calamity cast on a pile of bones
It’s the new order of the ages, welcome to the end of days
The beast controls our lives impeding our ability to thrive
induced into a system designed for wealth, power, and lies
A price is paid for not conceding to an affirmation worth repeating
as I join the enlightened ones and wage a massive war
A circularity that deviates from its path is not a circle anymore
They will invoke internal and external threats
then establish many secret prisons
Slowly restricting the freedom of the
Press while surveying ordinary citizens
Chem-trails from government jets
will be dismissed as urban legends
Mandatory vaccinations
designed to lower urban intelligence
Radio-frequency identification chips
mandatory for men, women, and children
Man-made global pandemics
separated for segregated sterilization
Espionage becomes the new word for criticism
And dissent will be the new word for treason
In the name of self-preservation
they will subvert the rule of law
We are broken beyond repair, slaves for all we have
As they divide our families, we ignore another false flag
As history repeats, we are kept under control
But we are not the voices to elect a king
because we are anonymous
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 4:07 AM UTC
Running away from her feelings
Don't want no hurt
Don't want inspiration
They only subvert
Her poor fragile heart
She gives her all
Gets smithereens in return
Don't want no broken dreams
Don't want empty hopes
Don't want those sleepless nights
It's a periscope
Couldn't see it before
Now she knows
She's a shell of the old her
No signs of reverting
Built walls around her heart so high,
The heavens are confronting
It's comforting
This deserting
Feeling of the heart
No one's gonna break me
She says asserting
No one's gonna hurt me
Her lips reverberating
Eyes full of misery
Her loneliness shines through
Captivating silver eyes
Moist with morning dew
Or are those tears?
Taking a hue
Of molten silver
Or the dark stormy nights
They've witnessed all along
When they all eschewed
When they all ran away
Well, adieu
They don't deserve her anyway
Don't deserve her beautiful soul
Don't deserve her unconditional love
Or the compassion she holds
Her blinding bright smile
Or the twinkle of her eyes
The softness of her lips
She exists to mesmerize
So, adieu
Because she's a fighter
An igniter
Of the passion he holds
Adieu
He says thankyou
Because she's a queen
And all his to love
Oh if you only knew.
~S.L.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 6:14 AM UTC
The pulchritudinous aquatic lair,
Of resplendent melancholy depth,
A place damaged beyond repair,
Teeming of glazed ghosts of death.
Hither and yon an offed world lingers,
The alluring charm of the cadaverous expanse,
Where bony-ice settles deep in frigid fingers,
A bloodless shore of gothic romance.
Eyes burning with a copper glance,
Vermilion waves wash over the bare sea-bed,
Waking the argenteous sand lance,
From their hide-out in death's head.
This oceanic God's acre,
Populated by inert remains,
Destroying the soul of a ballad-maker,
Hang-out of many sins and life-banes.
My languid, crippled stony heart,
Floating in this burgundy desert,
In fragments shattered into pieces of ****** art,
Blown away in a riotous explosion of subvert.
A/N: This poem is a tribute to the thousands of forgotten lives lost under the sea.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
“One of the truest, one of the few.
Your essence is pure, no need to subvert.
Nothing but goodness, joy and happiness exude from your core.
It may be said of many, but your smile has watts that illuminate the truth, lighting up a room as only you, Elizabeth Young, can do.
That hair so lush, like it breathes on its own, to catch but a whiff is to know that I belong.
Belong in that embrace, welcomed into your orbit, the feeling so special, so genuine, so joyous, that I’ll never forget it.
That heart, your great big heart, encompassing every room, but never wanting the spotlight to shine down on you.
Your gift as a giver, showering love with aplomb,
yet always looking out for others, mindful of those with less,
makes you a special human who always wants the best.
Your laugh like no other, a kinship have we,
sometimes those seeking silence, don’t appreciate the unique harmonies between you and me. 😂
Your essence is a gift that I will forever cherish, I am blessed to call you my friend, to love you is an honor.
You’re the other half of my sunshine and that can never be taken away.
Your radiance is immortal, your legacy unmatched,
Yesterday, today and forever you will always shine bright and show me the way.”
Todd Carter
7/29/2022
Aug 7, 2022
Aug 7, 2022 at 11:59 AM UTC
I often wonder how anyone
Can scam other people and call it fun.
How can someone dupe others and be
Content with causing adversity?
What is it about them that makes
Scammers act like cold-hearted snakes?
They hiss, "Honesty be ******
How would they like it if they were being scammed?
Like hungry snakes they lie in wait
Until their prey land on their "plate."
They spring as soon as their targets come near,
Before the poor victims can even show fear.
Failing to notice the forms of disguise,
The unwary victims are caught by surprise.
It doesn’t matter how victims feel
Since the snakes’ focus is their next meal.
Scammers and snakes are slimy; that’s true.
But maybe we shouldn't equate the two.
Perhaps it's an insult to snakes to maintain
That they and scammers are in the same vein.
Having no conscience, scammers are ****
Their minds are selfish; their hearts are numb.
They do not care which rules they subvert;
They couldn't care less if people get hurt.
If I believed in hell, I would say
That that’s where scammers deserve to stay,
Though fire and brimstone and all that stuff
Would NOT be punishment enough.
-by Bob B (1-11-22)
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 10:46 AM UTC
#OCCUPY INTERSECTIONALITY!
OCCUPY SAFE SPACES!
OCCUPY ANTICHRIST!
SUBVERT OCCUPATION!
(Kiss your own ***
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 9:25 PM UTC
School uniforms
are the last, tired gasp of a
dying patriarchy.
You see a DARK bra
under my blouse? Oh, God! Who
knew girls wore those!
School uniforms, with
long sleeves, aren't made for
pandemic washing.
A guy told me that
girls in school uniforms are
a core **** motif.
I told him his grasp
of **** tropes must rival
that of our school board.
School uniforms are
meant to UNsex otherwise
provocative girls.
As if our entire
gender were attempting to
subvert algebra.
Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 5:54 AM UTC
The old and feeble worship and rave
Trying to find more souls to save
For if they can save one from the pyre
They'll surely subvert their own hell's fire
Dismissing a past strewn with humanity and sin
All the lies forgotten, so empty within
Judging all others, since they found their path
Do they have enough stones, they're doing the math
For they will not leave a sinner unbruised
Bashing their lives, verbally abused
Telling them all they're feeling is wrong
Dressing it pretty in verses and song
Hypocrites profound, come one and come all
The louder they boast the harder they fall
Pride in beliefs is still a cardinal sin
When I get to Hell, I'll welcome you in
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC
*Newfangled Biosphere Pyramid Scheme In Dwelling To Sidetrack,
Sanities Seduced So You Never Will Retort.
Threaten the sanctity of the delusion,
Unlearn. Start altering the definitions.
Force fed more dread so you relinquish control,
Cravings we must return.
Unfetter the soul,
In a system where acceptances esteemed more than the veracity,
Flawed perception of tour progression through that which we consume.
Exposed through The Earliest Of Eons.
Resistance-Resistance is Demarcated
Subversion-Subvert the Paradigm
Stirring Within A Ecosphere
Numb And Incarcerated
Stirred On My Own
In Prehistoric Of Existences
Slumbering. Visualizing. Bleeding. Conscious.
Appreciations bolted in a collective delusion
Lulled by ease and consumption
An entire realm of souls visualizing their existences.
Mankind is not superior, we’re just folklore's in our own consciences.*
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
Texas 1959, And today Out of Time
Oswald... The CIA Admits As Role Prime
To Play Lee Harvey... Until the Time
He could be used... And hid behind
The Asassination of Castro He Failed
Still Playing Him along... to their Avail
The Victim of the Ruse.....
Never Realised his Use..... in the End
They Plied him with *****
Hookers and Promises.....
Trips to Cuba and Secret Meetings
A Snipers Rifle with Desperate Leanings
Keeping him fed with Lies
The CIA Cast the Die
Feeling Let down by JFK that Day
Over the "Bay of Pigs"
His Truce they regarded For
A weakness that Moscow
Would Subvert Somehow
For the President Folded
Then Came that Fatal Texas Day
In 1963, Lee Harvey at the Depository
Smiling Waving JFK in a.....
White Lincoln Town Car Parade
The Shot Rang out where he sat
Blood splattered on Jackie's Pillbox Hat
Jack Ruby ready was Very Fast
To make sure the Truth Didn't Last
The CIA Made Numerous Omisions
Of Evidence to the Investigation Commision
Keeping it all Hid away, Till the CIA Historian
Opened the file of Lies, from the day.....
The President Died....................................
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Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC
I'm a mineral who thinks it's a miner
even if I can't tell coal from gold
I offer my excavated treasures to the public
only to be told they're rocks
by obsidian hearted pebbles
so I quietly return to my quarry
and get on DraftKings Sportsbook
who pays me for saying the Nuggets will win
pulling validation from the gravelly depths
and showing promising riches to be unearthed
appealing to my **** and wallet
to subvert my brain
but I can't just switch off and call it
considering what could be attained
digging deeper and deeper down
people call down from the ground
but they never cared when I was around
and I'd rather get gems for the **** in my mind
than get **** for the gems in my mind
so I continue my decline
until rock bottom is mined.
Feb 4, 2024
Feb 4, 2024 at 9:23 PM UTC
We lie
It is in our nature to deceive
When among apex predators
We hide our true intentions
Constantly camouflaging
In our minds
We make enemies of friends
Wary of what games they play
Friendships becoming wars of attrition
Subvert each other's eyes
Cloud each other's visions
Readying blades
And building intelligence caches
Waiting for the moment
To air out ***** laundry
To manipulate
To puppeteer
To instigate and spread propaganda
A new era of Cold War
As if social interactions
Are but chess games
Who will sacrifice the pawns
Who will take the queen
Who will **** the king
Or are we but pretending to be jesters
Or rooks silently waiting in the corner?
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
Words flowing from my mouth like liquid mercury
Coiling, and slithering through the air
Coalescing into the minds of others
As notions of charisma
Speech becomes a means to an end
A tool, to be used for gain
To control; to chain the individual with emotive language
To subvert with honeyed syllables
No longer is the master wordsmith an artist
But a con-man
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 9:56 AM UTC
I'm an active volcano.
Sometimes, I slowly expel
My ash and steam; then again
I erupt to litter all
With my fiery core from hell.
Sometimes I poison the air.
Other times, I castigate
Those, who would subvert my goals.
I demand sacrifices
Of innocent and guiltless.
Bring me virgins, more virgins.
Maiden's Answer:
Dearest sovereign of this mountain land,
Your humble servant, accepts your hand.
To save ken, friends, and our countrywide,
I gladly consent to be your bride
For, in a sense, I'd become your wife.
I'm vestal, as the day I was born,
My integrity is not wayworn,
My righteousness is a source of pride,
But I shall promise to be your bride,
If you may grant my one small request.
Your strength, your wisdom, are beyond compare.
You have spent an eternity there.
So, I must ask a simple query,
Before I promise us to marry.
Might you be overcompensating?
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
A poetry site? Really?
My words and thoughts are so much more inappropriate
Than the others?
Fearful that I might subvert the poets?
Tear them from their pain and longing
Steal their happy moments
With my words
Really?
You have no idea how your cowardice ****** me off
You in your fear cannot stop words
Or thoughts
I spit on your sniveling censorship
POETFREAK
POETFREAK
POETFREAK
I will take my things and leave
My closet full of wrinkled poems
And all you will hear are my footsteps
Out the door
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
she became a new york city
street corner fixture
acted like its the only place to be
acted like its the place for the persecutor to begin
after all all men are guilty
none are forgiven
so she painted false hearted judges
to prop up her proposition
to subvert the natural truth
she lied when it came down to the last hours
but i was unsurprised i had seen her coming
the deception was the rationalization
means to the end
just because you can lie means you should
integrity means so much more when
there is no shame in the game
so once again i ask
just because you can lie means you should
isn't it about change
or was that just part of the lie
i walked away
on a north bronx street corner never to return
no regrets
she had sold herself at every chance
for two bits silver
for a lies chance to shine
but i will not be there to suffer the consequences
just because you can lie means you should
isn't it about change
or was that just part of the lie
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 10:44 AM UTC
no scab unpicked
no wound left
I haven't licked
no slight unnoticed
karma is fair
revenge is cold
even clothed, I'm bare
no lash is imperfect
dragging across my skin
no scar is perfect
on the outside or in
NO
you can't hurt me
desert me
take away my power
or subvert me
no stone unturned
no hiding place
as the mirror shows
we share a face
Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 7:53 AM UTC
Skull and Bones free markets calling,
we're sailing off with your income's falling...
Skull and Bone's gain, -your hurt;
all your fetid industries we do subvert...
Skull and Bones my outlaw swear!
on the altar I cremate the care!
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC
Caught surprised
We fall down ******
Whilst drinking with an anaesthetist
So we sought the fat ventriloquist
Sat down upon his greasy fist.
He said:
We have your measure
By birth and by hat size
Domestic displeasure
Subvert and destabilize
More bread and more butter
Hold her nose and she swallows
While Rome burns
We toast marshmallows.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
trace your faded prints upon the dirt
around them, mud congeals to form my hurt
failing falling stars confuse my path
I shuffle feet for miles but stay inert
all false the trails refusing to subvert
antipathetic strands to stir my wrath
The trees all flay themselves to spill the secrets
thou swore undying oath to never keepest
lest all worlds align to hide the truth
Pausing, taking breaths beneath the deepest
floors of pits that tenderly would keep us
undestined, lost and wild to know our youth
And seek you out I must, I must, I will,
at universe's end, a galaxy
where we would rest, reborn; become, to be
where every breath relaxes into still
Ever will you walk alone, until
you witness me in my entirety
Come, my unforgotten one, you see
arrival less one is a bitter pill
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 5:51 AM UTC
Somewhere in the darkness
a godless conscience
wraps itself like a garment
the forgotten harlot
of monstrous prophets
gifting rocket droplets
in exchange for dancing shadows.
Muted in this world of words
stranded by the curb of verbs
caked in adjectives and nouns
and assimilated synchronized sounds
the subvert of the truly disturbed
to utter the unspoken
and mumbles left unheard
skin on skin on skin
left cracked and bleeding and broken
each time awoken
by the screeching echoes
the crescendo of burning sparrows
the stench of rotten carcasses
blinded by invisible needles unseen
accompanied by the shallows of
the sour and salted and hollow dreams.
The mask invades
where no other light remains
like bricked up windowpanes
the silence of the hurricane
and etched tears of faultless
fruitless freedoms refrain
shuttered and shattered and seething
in time to come, but until then
Inexorably
I call out her name
each time I'm breathing.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC