Best Carved Poems
carved on a willow
our love growing out of reach
Categories:
carved, loss, love, nostalgia, sad,
Form:
Senryu
There was a lady that I once knew
She met her love she felt was true
He carved their initials into a tree
As she leaned closely on his knee
Trouble in paradise soon they learned
When her initials he wanted to burn
Her middle name he did not know
Until on the tree he wanted to show
Her initials spelled a body part you see
For her name was Linda Elaine Greene
When he burned it into the tree
He was concerned exactly what would be
When also carved his name into the tree
His name spelled a body also you see
For his name was Armond Raymond Moran
Now what was seen Leg Loves Arm so he ran
Categories:
carved, funny, lovebody,
Form:
The sun is out
The sky is blue
Hearts carved on a tree
Spell Me and You
We stroll by the water
Forget our cares
Summer's here now
To enjoy the fresh air
Smell the red peonies
Gorgeous pods on a stem
Pick a few, don't deny
The table its diadem
Scoop up some stones
Choose one smooth and flat
Skip it across the lake
and marvel at that...
As the sun works its way
Into the last gentle wave
The day's etched in memories
~ For Eternity to save
Categories:
carved, romantic, sky, sun, sunset,
Form:
Rhyme
Chilly the pride shredding me torn.
In soft grass I lay odd pieces
of my new wound, bloody from scorn
and wrath as pushed in my creases.
I sent harmony into flight
to secure love’s peaceful, prime feel,
but rage launched and eclipsed my light.
My heartache carved deep its reveal.
Sorrow shockingly spilled my grief
when I fell on your bitterness.
Now downed by joy’s ignorant thief,
I sad fold in grass tenderness.
Striving for life in Pleasantville,
I blindly bit regret’s whole pill.
... CayCay
2-10-17
Categories:
carved, abuse, character, conflict, peace,
Form:
Hybronnet
The
Letter
Carved in wood
Remains as a
Visible sign of
A painful rejection
Witnessed by an azure sky
Heard in the air as a whisper
Softened by the bloom of Spring flowers
For Contest E Form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Broken Wings
1-21-2017
Second Place
Categories:
carved, sad love,
Form:
Etheree
I'm a man of many faces
I've carved out over time
I carry them around with me
In a leather bag strapped to my side
Usually I'll leave it up to others
How it is they set the mood
The way we interact
To what face it is I choose
I have a face I use for concern
One I have that looks deep in thought
I'm still working on the one that looks like it's in love
But I'm not sure I'll use it a lot
I've got one that's fairly happy
It's taken years to carve it out
Five different ones in stages of sadness
Two that are riddled with doubt
I hold onto one that no longer fits me
I haven't worn in quite some time
It's the face that I was born with
The innocence of a child
One I've carved over and over
Cause I wear it out all the time
It's the one with the look of disbelief
When it gazes on the state of mankind
I have a face with which I greet strangers
One I use with friends
Also a face that says I'm sorry
If I need to make amends
But there is one I don't carry with me
The face I leave at home
For when I lock my door at night
It's the face I call alone...
Categories:
carved, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
Here lies Bea At a hundred and three
In the place she vowed She’d never be
She always swore She’d never die
Till all who bugged her
In the grave would lie
She hung on tight To the very end
No foe was left For flowers to send
Let’s raise a glass And shed a tear
She sure raised hell while she was here!
Copyright©2004 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved
Categories:
carved, death, funeral, funny,
Form:
Light Verse
I've witnessed the seeds of faith sprout
in a hurting heart filled with doubt.
And yet, some stop worshiping God;
amidst times of famine or drought.
Following the paths, clergy trod,
I found their teachings to be flawed.
For preaching hell and damnation;
marks God's eternal love as fraud.
In a world filled with temptation,
all religions sell salvation.
And yet, like a cascading wave,
truths undermine Faith's foundation.
Scared of what lies beyond our graves;
we have become religious slaves.
And assured we are not alone,
we're taught to believe Jesus saves.
I've no innate sins to atone
for; my God doesn't sit on a throne.
And He does not demand my praise;
His heart is not carved out of stone.
To find God in this mortal maze
you do not need to fast for days.
Like a wish whispered on the wind,
His love's revealed in gentler ways.
Categories:
carved, faith, feelings, how i
Form:
Rubaiyat
Cold bleak winter rain has fallen
On your velvet hair and skin;
Once a masterpiece in color,
Now washed clean and white again.
Visions paint a flower of beauty
From your love grown through the years;
Now within my storm of silence,
Petals shake from all my tears.
Through the pain I see the rainbow
Where you’ve found the pot of gold;
From your non-regretful outlook,
And your selfless servant mold.
Still from lost dreams shared together,
That I’ve hoped for like a child;
I must give them back to heaven,
Since my “what ifs” have run wild.
Now I stand beside the marker,
Looking at your granite stone;
Knowing well your soul was lifted
Straight to God at heaven’s throne.
As I see your name is etched there
With your birth date in the sun;
It seems wrong to carve your ending,
Since your true life’s just begun.
Categories:
carved, death, dedication, lost love,
Form:
Elegy
In The Faces of Love
In the faces of love,
I have seen so little of life.
In the faces of love,
I have searched for expression,
and have yet to come away with an answer.
And it seems I have been,
turned away at last.
And the face of love
is a long-ago friend, last seen too many.
Seasons hence, but a sweet taste,
of friendship, lingers.
Like carved images of yesterday,
in the faces of the seasons of love.
Categories:
carved, friend, friendship, love,
Form:
Free verse
At the footbridge she always read his name
along with hers that they had carved together
on the wooden side plank.
They also had carved two hearts intertwined,
though their love met an early end she still
meets him in her dreams.
When she passes the bridge it brings back
those golden memories when they walked
together hand in hand.
She still watches the pair of swans passing
under the footbridge and feels his presence
somewhere around watching.
When soft snow covers the carving, she wipes
off the snow to make his name visible and
kisses it with her cold lips.
Whenever she feels lonely, she comes to the
footbridge, it is now like a shrine to her
after his untimely death.
July 24, 2016.
At The Footbridge - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
'Free Verse on Love III'
Sponsored by:Laura Loo
Categories:
carved, i miss you, lost
Form:
Free verse
A soldier is standing across another.Between them a lake with soal waters.A gun is standing
across another.Different hands are carrying them as different are the eyes looking at each
other.As barrels are pointing, as terror commands they stay still like statues without souls.
''Drop it''! Yells the first one ''Or you will be dead''.The second soldier does not speak.He stays
there, stern, like a Taurus in front of the red cloth.They are angry, they are afraid.The sun is
shading it's light upon the edge of the guns and shadows of themselves appear behind them like
their other selves in a bloody past,a revolution of cause unknown,a windy blaze of souls
incomplete.As seconds passing they remember the moments they lived in a life carved.They see
in front of them the last smile of a friend lost, fire and gunpowder their body smells.They are
watching the same terror in front of each other eyes as battlefield was not a gap but a bridge to
bind together the same scars loads they will be carrying for the rest of their lives carved with
blood, human's blood they have in their hands.They do confront their choices in an empty paper
with unwritten words their lost dreams folding the nights of their youth, youth defeated and
shaken.Bombs are exploding covering the creepy silence. Screams and terror a cruel repeat that
makes the souls return to ground.They now know.They cant fight against each other.They can
only fight against their fate.A voice coming from the first like a scream of despair says: ''Forgive me''.A tear falls on the land, planting a divine reason on earth.
Categories:
carved, sorrysoldier,
Form:
Free verse
betwixt the soul of night
still young but bright
death carved out
her path for me
through The River Styx
Categories:
carved, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Those lovely little precious moments
Moments we shared and treasured like two lovely doves
Doves that had fallen freshly in love
Love which had been nurtured over a long period of time
Time which had been kept assiduously by our bountiful parents
Parents who had been looking forward to this Nuptials
Nuptials planned since our conception in their wombs
Wombs that had born and bred other siblings
Siblings who had failed to grant them their heart desires
Desires they expect that we shall grant under any circumstance
Circumstances which we can no more bear and tolerate
Tolerate and bear circumstances like their constant nagging
Naggings which are gradually becoming a nuisance to our ears
Ears that have had to put up with these nonsensical demands
Demands which we are slowly hearkening to
To make them happy and satisfy their bitter souls
Souls that have not rested in many years
Years that have seen them hope to make this combination
Combination of their seeds in order to continue the family friendship bond
Categories:
carved, life, mother, wedding
Form:
Free verse
Maybe you recall this, too:
Your sitting room, and us, and
The long-awaited hush of privacy.
A pair, statuesque,
Carved to last.
You held me like I was saving you.
You saved me, too.
Categories:
carved, introspection, love, romance,
Form:
Free verse