Best Branded Poems
if we could write a scarlet letter
in a world where there is no shame
and place it on a hester prine
just to shame her name
could we find another letter
to represent the womans scorn
and place the letter on her breast
ever to be worn
what would make the woman suffer
the intended consequence
could a conscious spur a soul
into moral consciousness
could a letter change her fate
from being evil to becoming good
and with the added question
did it harm the neiborhood
are all women judged by letters
as harmfull as she
all women judged by letters
to recieve a guilty plea
and all women judged by letters
to wear this ugly blot
and never be free from the sin
that made the awful spot
hester had integrity and hester had a skill
neither man of god or judge of men
could break our hesters will
hester had determination
and hester had her pride
she was not a rat
and yet she never lied
throught the years friends turn into enemies
and foes become good friends
a letter became a decoration
and no longer a mark of shame
soon the world would learn the truth
and the truth can set you free
it's not about who they say you are
it's about who you'll be
when the world sends the letters
and they come to you as mail
don't ignore the letters
answer them very well
when the world sends you letters
through the whispers of friends
don't believe everything
said by so called friends
when the world sends you letters
judging your moral values
take a look at yourself and be honest
do you really have to?
and when the world sends you letters
about your lower class
i don't even have to tell ya, you know.
“Branded”
The world’s smithy’s fire burns hotly
their brand is being fashioned for you to wear,
surely they know all about your “kind” you inside and out
and by affixing that brand to you they’ll swear.
Maybe you’ve come from the wrong side of town
or from parents not too smart or too rich,
and many in your school had turned up their nose
not wanting you to join their click.
On goes the struggle of wanting just to be belong
you try different clothes and even a change of the color your hair,
seeking and seemingly all doors are shut to you
and finally you cry out in despair.
What is so wrong with me and why don’t I fit
why I’ve tried to slide into their mold,
and turning myself inside and out, crying buckets of tears
but still I cannot on that style of life lay hold..
The world’s finer life with limousines and the latest fashions of Paris
would, you’d think, cause you now to fit in,
and if you possibly reach its height yet by nightfall
you’d be again crying from all of the bondage of your sin.
The tanning salons, tattoo parlors - no matter how chic, all kinds of piercing
is now the world’s branding and the latest rage,
but really there is nothing new under the sun
just the beginning of the new era and end of an old age.
But the branding you have always longed and sought for
was really at your reach,,
it is the Seal of God by Jesus Christ’s cross
as all along the Bible did teach.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
August 18, 1999
Judgement day is every day when you're trying to survive in a decent way. Clean up your life and move away, to a new playground for the kids to play. It's an Oreo cookie way of life, broader than black and white. Trying to break to the surface to see the light, but you keep getting suppressed.. it takes all your fight.
Drop out came a long way.. From counting stacks of 3 to a GED. On the outside mamma's so proud of me. But inside she's scared she don't want to see me take another fall, slip up and lose it all. X'ed up, punching holes in the wall. She's cautious for my life, she cries: "I wish you could see it through my eyes".
Accidentally got caught up in the game and chase again. Never had let go, the past was still holding onto my hand. Slowly takes over, but you keep it undercover. Keep it on the low, thinking nobody's going to know. But somehow I stayed on top of it. Only slinging and drugging on the weekends and ****. Got through my Friday and played on payday. Dedicated worker specialized in crazy.
Then one I day my end started to begin. I changed my life and I traded it in.. For a camouflage uniform that covered the scars on my skin. I ended up losing my freedom, tied down with conflicting feelings. Gun in my hand, I was told to defend, the pain and the hell that I had abandoned. The bad guy in trusted boots, ripped myself from my roots. I planted my self far from the town I was raised in.
Kind of felt like I was betraying there trust, leaving my love for a life that's lust.
But then again.. I finally felt filled inside, alive. Maybe there was a reason I looked at my past, and wanted to run and hide. No longer scraping dough to get high. Now I see it again, that pride. The sparkle in mamma's eye. And for the first time it ain't a tear from fear. Can't plan ahead a god damn year. Now she has hope instead of dread, from that knock on the door saying: "Your little girl's dead."
I opened my eyes and I stopped listening. Closed my ears to the phrases of hustlers. "Act classy, you're a lady" was all they could muster. How did they think ladies could survive in these streets? Double standards of life, a game you'll never beat.
I lived how I wanted, they said it was no place for a girl. But once I shared what I had, it became our world. I found the "I" in family, once the pain killers got a hold of me. They kill the pain but bring the misery.
Chains clank
dragging past
into tomorrow
never free
I see you.
I can bore into your soul,
making you feel smaller than ever before.
I will be your terror!
Chaining you to your worst fear,
Me.
Can you hear the drums pounding loud and hard in your ears?
That’s the fear, making your blood pound faster and faster.
I laugh at your trust and your fear.
You think you can take me on?
Step up, you’re in for a ride.
Pain returned tenfold, its time you learned.
My anger is ruthless, I have no mercy.
Beg your useless god.
You are beyond his merciful help,
while I have you chained in my evil clutches.
I rule this warped reality,
now you will see who I really am.
Don’t try to side step me.
Scream and no one hears you, you’re pitiful.
Nothing will make me relent.
I have been pushed too far.
I will mark you while I have you chained,
my whip of hate will be lashed across your back.
Feel the sting?
I can see the blood coming to the surface of your skin,
with every lash.
This makes me smile,
to see your pain.
You will fall to your knees, begging for no more.
You will feel me scorch you with my white hot rage.
There is no forgiveness in my world.
I branded your flesh;
you belong to none other than me.
GypsyofEssence
I want to break down and talk to you
Now I truly know what it means to love you
I just wish I didn't have to go through this
to figure it out
but I know I can't make this all about you
I need to love Jehovah like I love you
When I feel I need to run to someone
I need to run to him
I'm learning
I know where everything started to go wrong
and it was way before you
It just kept going in a downward spiral
Three strands are stronger than only two
Right now I still stand as only one
I need to work on the second
before I work on the third
Branded
Things didn't feel the same
When I talked to you today
it all felt just a little different
I felt you were somehow slipping away
You said all the same things
But they didn’t sound the same
I just felt something was missing
There was no spark to fuel the flame
Maybe all the time and distance
Has finally taken its toll my dear
There is no me if there is no you
And I cannot stop the tears
We have faced so many troubles
And overcome more than our share
But our love has held strong and true
Your love for me just has to be there
So if you no longer love me
No, I will not ever understand
Upon my heart and my soul you see
Is burned your named just like a brand
Connie Moore
10/18/14
pious ponderings
aimless insecurities
ravenous insights
I wish you had been more careful
With those words that you flung out
At me today
I guess you didn’t realize
That they were red hot
Though spoken in “jest”
And in a quiet voice
They were red hot
And they seared my heart
Branding me with the word
REJECTED
....Again.
I thought branding was for cattle
Ah....but humans are adept
At branding others
The smell of burning flesh
The stench of pain
The open wounds
That harden with time
Yet remain
As a grotesque testament
Of a heart that has been branded!
I guess you didn’t realize
That what you said
Will go with me to the grave
Because it scorched my heart
My poor little heart
that one day will tire
of all the burns
and will stop beating
a scarred little mass
Finally at rest
From the red hot branding iron
Of your tongue.
Your brand is what you see in the mirror, man
The reflection of your choices
A facade moulded by the devil's hand
Shouldering those corrupted little voices
You strayed from the path for a while
Because it would be fun they said
Quietly knowing you would lose your smile
While chasing ecstasy instead
You forgot to read the fine printing
Those clauses that have defined you
A life of being outclassed and wanting
A dull and weathered unpolished shoe
Ask what happened to your personality
That vibrant inner beauty you had
The part of you that welcomed reality
And embraced life's good with it's bad
Its a virtue you need more of lately
So find that laughter that caused your tummy ache
The one that made friends think you were crazy
Interestingly happy and maybe slightly baked
For God's sake smile you bastard
Let the world see who you really are inside
That your soul is not grey and haggered
Wear your brand like you have nothing to hide
Wasted breath, an ounce of pain
Storming in with thunderous rage
Denial, post wrath of oblivious lies
Imbecility moments, gestures captured and tide
Only the disheartened will know…
Swing in from the depths of your mind
Nothing left to capture, heed to time
Ravaged, broken, solace no more
We know anguish, we keep the score
Only the disenchanted will know…
Bring forth, raise us from the black seed
Guide us out of the darkness, set us free
We know the torment, we hold so close
Lower your hands grasp on and hold
Only the amiable will know…
Luminous, radiant, peaceful, and celestial
Darkness strangles the tenebrous soul
Balancing to hold on, rocking to and fro
Shrouded in pessimistic thoughts, I let go
Only the meek and unpropitious know…
Wounds plague the dog thats been beat.
I feel like I'm being trampled under your feet.
Words can't describe how I feel about you inside.
You bring the sunshine to our street.
Loving you is like nothing I've ever known.
Through the sun and rain I feel like we've grown.
To be left behind would break my mind.
Because your love I've come to know.
The moon, stars and setting sun.
I'd like to give them all to you.
If in dreams we run.
I'm going to find my way to you.
Lost and lonely as a child.
I took love for granted.
You came along and stole my heart.
Now with your love I've been branded.
He beat me in my dreams
Which became reality..
Leaving scars burned into my heart
He branded me. Permanently.
His words cut deeper than that knife he always carries.
Stabbing thru my bones in to my soul
Branded forever.
He tries to justify, such behavior in many lies.
Truth comes out
He cant shut his mouth
He is the bad guy.
He thought when i fell.
After he punched me down the stairs.
I was then giving in.
to let him finally win.
I stood back up and grabbed the tallest gun.
Pointed it at, his sorry
And permanently got rid of him.
No more pain for this woman
Who has No shame
Shes proud of her outcome
Her eyes are now open. never shut.
When you meet me ill admit
im not mean just will never forget
My self worth and yes i demand, even more respect from any man.
Permanently branded recovering from
Sweet revenge
In the end. :-)
That was definitely well deserved.
branded stars burn ban
landed jars turn cans
kick the harassment can
simon says mother may i
blow your skirt like monroe
show me your love
of
control
heart through heart
meeting the soul
lasting breath
bubbles
left
fish bowl
hand holds
walk with me
whistle with birds
back against red brick wall
looking into eyes
that
make you fall
lips readying
kiss kiss kiss
kissing me again
branded stars burn ban
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Branded
Written: by Miracle Man
8-10-2017
Uninvited thoughts from times departed,
Reverberate from mind’s obscure corners,
Residue from days long ago;
Ghost mutterings of clock and location,
When San Diego’s surf was up,
My time of life was young,
And life unstressed,
Before age launched its claim on me;