Best Bloodstain Poems
The Stalker
She sat quietly in her cottage house
I tried to be silent, not to rouse
She was who she was, serene and my darkest luscious dream
Her heart may be broken, her desires were my theme
A princess from the Celtic isles
I had no words, only wishes
Why if she’d have asked Id have done even the dishes
I followed her heart, soon she shall know
I will disappear like the wind, or ask her to throw
Holding hearts of the ancients in Aix en Provence
I entered her room, like a thousand years before
With a fire burning brightly in my skies
I hold in my hand, my heart, that beats and cries
She saw the depth of the sadness in me eyes
Sword of the Celt, in the river of Loire
I knew her as a girl in a dream long ago
A ghost whom I buried and forever let go
Wasn’t sure she would sense it was me
Running away for love, longing to be set free
Would she long for me now? Would she open her heart?
Darling, with a kiss a new life we shall chart
The battle cry of a lovers pain, drowned with bloodstain
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A princess from the Celtic isles
Holding hearts of the ancients in Aix en Provence
Sword of the Celt, in the river of Loire
The battle cry of a lovers pain, drowned with bloodstain
How different this place
this sanctuary feels, here
inside one’s head. Where
insidious illusions fondle
a subvert mind, and obscenities
resonate within the confusion,
when fidgety creatures, assume
guardianship of my preternatural
situation, scurry around my space,
creating lattice of fabrication
across the quaking ceiling.
My imagination becoming
their fodder, my perception
their power, my tenacity
their strength, before spinneret
interweaves segregation of my
day and night.
Bollocks! To the physician of eastern
promise, he that controls this
nightmare, drip feeding diurnal
poison to this empathy
lost within an advocated paradox!
“Yet surely I have no need of
hatred, now I am confined within a
fragment of one’s dream.”
A genus of warmth; yet a confused
state of perplexity that knows
no boundaries, where bloodstain
walls survey me, incessant shadows
dance in gutless sunlight, and
radical rays anoint me with
“Hope and religion.”
I call out to Rock’n’roll!
Sammy Turner gives me
an impetuous rendering of
“Lavender Blue.”
Then I see an old man struggling
with his own situation. Touched
I call out.
“Are you ‘Jesus Christ?”
He scans my inquiring mind.
He senses I’m an imposter,
he raises one finger
affords me two words!
Both of one demystified syllable!
© Harry J Horsman 2010
What Is Life Worth
Beast of burdens
fans the flames
spitting out
dark, morbid names
sad music plays
chaotic chords
no delays
for raging hordes
old, bloody sheets
hospital beds
time awaits
severed heads
gaping wounds seared
hot iron quick
ghastly smells
flesh rotting sick
crying out moans
warrior's pain
more each day
red-battle stains
deep dying throes
venom seeps
into souls
about to sleep
iife having fled
sorrows come
battle reds
doctors save some
cripples for life
war's true cost
wicked scars
innocence lost
rich merchants smile
gold coins clink
in pockets
as black-death winks
so far away
bloodstain earth
new battles rage
what is life worth
What is life worth?
Robert J. Lindley, 1-05-2019
Rhyme, ( On The Savagery of War)
I had some terrible dark times in life,
my soul stabbed with a sharp knife;
in a sad, dismal place,
with no staircase.
I was just lost,
my soul frost.
I was tattered but I still had heart,
my kindness never did depart;
I still had compassion,
and writing passion;
that saved me,
set me free.
I am able to write about my pain,
and I pen words that bloodstain;
I just started life again,
strength is my gain.
And so I write,
ink on white.
_____________________
December 21, 2017
Poetry/Rhyme/Ink on White
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 867-832-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Best Rhyming Poem of 2017
sponsor, John Hamilton
Fifth Place
Your love shown like an antique bloodstain on the dress of our decay.
You pushed your hand through
the over grown garden to crush the final living rose.
Blood seeped from your pores.
We held hands on our last night on earth.
We dance on the graves of loved ones lost.
And we kissed under the trees
and under the sky.
We sold our souls to the vampire in our dreams.
We sung about broken hearts and lost souls as we cried.
We were never meant to be.
You can take these tears.
Watch the blood drenched TV screen flicker with anticipation.
Dancing in our sorrow.
And singing in unrivaled beauty.
my soul is the shape of a bloodstain
poured there by Nadine Maraschino
my right eye sits
in the ruby voodoo goblet
that she wears upon her head
Nadine was a 3-toed egg laying harpy
from the cauldron of shame
but she used her brain cleverly
with candor and anti-obfuscatory ardor
it was the mystic East
humping the mystic West
so said the gaming industry statistics
don’t believe me then
talk to my lawyers then
Circumstance & Circumstance
writs tarts and exonerations
they’ll tell you of the settlement
coded instruction to the next generation
Nadine's heart was as big as a catcher's mitt
her white garments billowed
like clouds passing before the moon
we met in an emergency room
after I pulled my best pickup line
hi I'm a friend to the entire human race
and she countered with
want auntie Nadine to show you
how to be a big boy
a buzzard shadow passed over her face
she pulled me close and hissed
if no one wants to look foolish
why so many truth murdering fools
I weakly countered with
if thoughts are differentiated
one from the other then so are you
Nadine’s lizard tongue gave him
the secret to the garden
descending down his throat
like a black lung miner
how can you tell if it's morning noon or night
hint you'll need a sense of sequence
hers was a dangerous mission
for both covert and overt ends
the life's a ***** and then you die cynics
took us for a pack of numbskulls
well we were arrayed in a tatty splendor
consisting of zero camouflage
but there was no substitute for living deep
even in Happy Valley
the slightly assisted living community
well hell we're all assisted
aren't we supposed to get smarter
as time scurries us along
and last I'd like to thank
my non-existent financial backers
for timely script development
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
My poetry is utterly deadly, it effects people in so many bizarre ways.
It is like a demonic medley, leaving the reader in a drug enhanced haze.
My poetry is hypnotically unique, it takes readers places they've never been.
I have poets sweating my technique, and wanna taste my corruptive sin!
My poetry is diabolically insane, it was created in the very bowels of hell.
The couplets left a trail of bloodstain along the corridors of Satan's fiery cell!
My poetry will catch you on fire, burning you from the inside out.
My words will wrap you in barbed-wire, leaving scratches like you've been in a
twelve round bout!
My poetry journeyed beyond the bottomless pit, searching the worlds atmosphere.
My adjectives make a reader vomit, leaving a stomach tumor for a souvenir!
My poetry will incinerate your mind, and leave you for buzzards to eat.
Metaphors stay locked and confined, which makes me the highest paid poetic
athlete!
My poetry will be remembered as "legendary," so engrave that on my tombstone.
This stanza is not ordinary, and I will remain on my diamond encrusted throne!
My poetry is like a drug overdose, this poem is unlike anything you've ever heard!
With this couplet, I'll bring this poem to a close, so never forget my diabolical words!
My fingers dance with such energy across the keyboard.
The romance deep within me is sharp as a sword;
Cutting into your heart with only one single intent,
to rip you apart and cause you so much torment!
I want you to feel pain with each sentence and paragraph.
An emotional bloodstain, and me with the last laugh.
You reap what you sow, and this time you're the fool.
You thought I didn't know, but I smelled your cesspool!
So carefully read these words, no more credit cards and mink coats.
Pay attention to the verbs, no more diamonds to go around your throat!
The papers have been filed, no more lavish lifestyle for you.
I'm still wearing a smile despite the sh#t you put me through!
So by the time you get this, your bags will be packed and out the door.
I hate that your pretty lips I use to kiss, were lips of a whore!
I hope this email finds you in an emotional hell with such force;
That it makes it hard to exhale, because I want a divorce!!!
*Note: I wrote this for my ex wife, who happens to be my youngest daughter Lilly's
mom...
My rent-a-friend held my vindicated words in 1 condescending song,
An exacerbated flick of her tongue, in the power of 2
They latched onto the breathlessness of 3 escaping dolphins
As they beg for release unto 4 virgin soliloquies
5 wishes for the return of my rent-a-friend
Because they left without leaving 6 comments on my vulnerable bloodstain.
So, I wrote them off like 7 hidden tax burdens.
I let their door hit me 8 ways to Moscow on the way out
But, I felt fine for 9 minutes.
10 lords-a-leaping off their encrypted facade
Their kiss did not bring me to the power of 11
Like it did 12 seconds ago
Friday the 13th was our anniversary,
Another name for February 14th
“15 ways to be a good pal”, declares social media
Until they judge with 16 lashes, when perspectives fail
17 prayers to a god that didn’t rank highly on Wikipedia,
I’m the 18th rejected apostle whose horn was snatched by cashmere heathens
19 breaths to reach for better days.
20 was the max.
©
(For the contest of the Strand: Mid January 2018)
“Blood in the sacred Valley”- Blood on us
We came as tourists, hearts so wide,
With sandalwood and faith as guide;
To Pahalgam, where rivers sing,
We brought no sword, we wore no ring.
Just saffron threads and folded hands,
A hope to touch our sacred lands;
But prayers were drowned by bullets’ cry,
And mountains watched our children die.
They struck from shadows, masked in hate,
As if our birth could seal our fate;
In name of God they claim, they kill,
But what God drinks from blood that spills?
The chadar fell, the bangles broke,
The incense died beneath the smoke;
And silence swallowed all our names,
But not the memory, nor the flames.
O brothers lost in sacred land,
Your ashes mix with Kashmir’s sand.
But from that dust, we rise and say,
You did not fall in vain that day.
O children lost, O mothers torn,
O sacred blood, unjustly borne;
You were not weak, you were betrayed,
By silence, while the heavens swayed.
But grief is not a chain, it’s flame,
And fire remembers every name;
We carry sorrow in our eyes,
But in our hearts, the phoenix flies.
This pain won’t pass, nor should it rest,
For justice lives within the chest;
Each tear a blade, each breath a vow,
You struck us then, we rise up now.
We are not stone, we break, we burn,
But still we rise, and still return;
For every soul they tried to take,
Ten thousand more shall now awake.
Kashmir, you cradle both our pain,
And courage drawn from each bloodstain;
We grieve, we rage, we will not bend,
This fire within will never end.
Written Apr 23, 2025
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
Deeply touched by massacre of innocent Hindus in Pahalgam valley in Kashmir on apr 22, 2025 by Muslim terrorists
We struggle as the years fly by
Living every day in hope
Thwarted aims
Beaten minds
It is pointless to celebrate
Independence Day
And as we seek
Its comprehension
There is only pain and sorrow
We have no use for it any more
And so, it is time
To remove the waving flag
To mute the deafening anthem
To give solace to those poor people
And let them smile once again
It is time to tear apart
The defective parliament
To smother it
And to represent ourselves
Independence Day is
Soiled
Stained
A darkness of bloodstain
No washing can remove
Independence Day is
Dead
Buried
In death's cold grave
Never Again
Lost down memory lane in your migraine
Unable to explain this deep set pain
Like a hurricane mixed with acid rain
From the inhumane way you entertain
Love goes down the drain in a wet bloodstain
Pop the champagne then numb me in cocaine
04/26/17
written for Contest: Rhymers delight-internal monorhyme-2
A Christmas Carol
Our minds and brains must be microscopic
Allowing things to happen that are catastrophic
Which cause so much sorrow, suffering and pain
While world and lives become filled with bloodstain.
What is it that will stand and stay in the way?
Destruction and destroying put on display
And to think, other way they want us to look
Just sit there still reading our Bible Book.
God said let actions speak louder than each word
And also to you has it often ever really occurred
Blessed be a person by actions that they take
Not make many excuses causing hearts to break.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran
PS. Instead of all our lives being imperil
Could someone sing us a Christmas Carol?
Modern day scoffers say,
only the strong will survive
That the weak will be eaten alive
Only T-Rex,
cold-blooded logic will thrive
The talking serpents e-vol hiss,
instincts of compassion and kindness won’t abide
Forgiveness is viewed as fleece clothing
to bear skins
sin cloaked in naked pride
Warmly showing forth utter soft, sheer love
will get an Abel body devoured by crocodile eyes
Whose gator jaws have teeth
sharp as knives
Carnivore minded thinkers believe those
with the most leopard spots
will claw ruthlessly
to the genome mountaintop
But, my bleating heart
was verily, second Adam told
this was not so
From the dawn mist of Eden’s birth,
the first paradise promise
spoke the Gospel truth —
That the meek will inherit the Earth
New Age Sadducees tout,
how the wolves were gonna turn
the Moon glow red
Make the ewe reflection of the sunlight
get darkened instead
Tho’ the Son still shine on the wolfsbane,
genetic scorners mock in vain ...
Derisively baring the fang,
spouting ebb-and-flow abysmal theories
Cloned Dolly insane
Boast howl those silver tongues
were green changing, cheatah fast,
the wavy blue to bright crimson
Like grisly paw mouths of the past
Raptor grip moneychangers
who prey devoured the pray fittest least —
Faith impoverished lost sheep,
who idol strayed
into the coin belly of the beast
But, my poor, bleating heart
was verily, verily, Lamb of God boldly Amen told:
The pyramid scheme/food chain feast,
to saber tooth prowl
evilly for eternity,
won’t ever Last Supper be Red Sea parted possible
Oh, my bleating heart
was verily, verily, double blessed told:
That the Resurrection Exodus was in the sheepfold
Good Shepherd voice activated, ready to go
Yes, my enriched, bleating heart
was surely comforted gently by buried wisdom gold
Three-day-old alabaster ointment
(that was dirt price sold)
caught the tiger by the evolutionary tale,
I was so graciously Only Begotten revival pulse told
Mercy green pastures of meek hope
wasn’t grazed for woolly naught
Ere crucifixion teardrop thought
got turned into a beautiful, Salvation pearl
When every saintly flock
closed eye awaken joyously,
(with bloodstain-free,
sin clean fleece,)
there will be no predators in the new world
(This piece is dedicated to those innocent youths gunned down inside institutes of learning, by guns improperly regulated, and utilized by cold, heartless entities who committed these crimes without an iota of guilt or remorse. It is also a bold criticism to those lawmakers who are just as frigid and have done nothing about it and are more concerned about political contributions going to their coffers).
Clarity Of Purpose
Adolescents prodding elders for elucidations responded to evasively
Probing Machiavellian faces heralding scathing biases superciliously
Hindered and challenged fiercely resisting like the endangered tiger
Opposing mortal greed searching for answers revitalizing will power
Bullets impale youths with weapons running rampant on the streets
Second amendment used as shield whilst corpses bloodstain sheets
Talking heads blatantly blamed mental disorder as the sole offender
While the fragmented system of law abandons to uphold a defender
Mired in the abyss of ambiguity noble objectives negates doomsday
Induced by human instincts defying monsters lurking along the way
The mind ponders are they worth venerating if they conceal disgust
Clarity of purpose stained with wicked machination morph into dust
Written:
02-05-2018
Galveston Cruise Terminal
Texas, USA