Best Hex Poems
I am very pleased to present a third collaboration with Robert Lindley,
an extraordinary poet who inspires and humbles me with his pen.
A Collaboration With Robert Lindley
27th October 2018
The root of the melancholy
he has not always known,
and perhaps, with strangers
and with unknown strangeness,
he has embraced its love
and loved its hateful wounds.
He prides the strength resting his bones,
the iron-glove that wields power grasped
in his haste to taste its honeyed glow,
anticipation seeds ever greater destruction
as horrific night dreams eat into oblivion.
The root of the melancholy
she has occasionally known,
and surely, among bitter foe
and boon companions lost,
she has lurched painfully from it
and pained herself yet more.
Blind to the curse, she begs for more
sharpening blades to spew the red,
eager for battle yet fearful the result
she prays dark gods lend power, not gold,
as dawn awaits its inevitable relief.
The wounds of devils not false
but gods surely true
persist within the marrow
of abject, seething, mortal slaves,
and morbidly caress and torment,
and the leaves are bitter as the root.
For in realms of dark - thirst so consumes
that even the chaff born from regret,
this the black seeds do replenish;
ever deeper moans from heartache and woes
resounding echoes from piercing stabs.
The hex is feverish as its birth.
Categories:
hex, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
Feverish The Hex
The root of the melancholy
he has not always known,
and perhaps, with strangers
and with unknown strangeness,
he has embraced its love
and loved its hateful wounds.
He prides the strength resting his bones,
the iron-glove that wields power grasped
in his haste to taste its honeyed glow,
anticipation seeds ever greater destruction
as horrific night dreams eat into oblivion.
The root of the melancholy
she has occasionally known,
and surely, among bitter foe
and boon companions lost,
she has lurched painfully from it
and pained herself yet more.
Blind to the curse, she begs for more
sharpening blades to spew the red,
eager for battle yet fearful the result
she prays dark gods lend power, not gold,
as dawn awaits its inevitable relief.
The wounds of devils not false
but gods surely true
persist within the marrow
of abject, seething, mortal slaves,
and morbidly caress and torment,
and the leaves are bitter as the root.
For in realms of dark - thirst so consumes
that even the chaff born from regret,
this the black seeds do replenish;
ever deeper moans from heartache and woes
resounding echoes from piercing stabs.
The hex is feverish as its birth.
A collaboration, Robert J. Lindley and Lawrence Sharp
Free verse, 10-27-2018
Note- My dear friend , it is such a great honor to compose with you this our third free verse collaboration. Each time you astound me with the immense creativity, depths, and exquisite beauty of your verses.
Categories:
hex, art, creation, dark, evil,
Form:
Free verse
"HEX"
whispers, a pit full of vipers swallow feathers and their tales, scarlet letter burned blistering at the crucible assizes
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
1. Hester Prynne/Pearl, Character Analysis
https://www.cliffsnotes.com/literature/s/the-scarlet-letter/character-analysis/hester-prynne
2. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kw2Ic_2XdVQ
3. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_XoKJP1XK4
Categories:
hex, books, fire, jealousy, judgement,
Form:
Free verse
Precious little princess,
with eyes of royal blue,
and hair of golden hue,
which tends to be a mess,
but I could not care less,
'cause I'm in love with you.
You may not act the part,
of royalty defined,
but in my biased mind,
you are a work of art,
I cherish in my heart,
for you are God-designed.
With sticky face and hands,
your wish is my command.
8/18/15
For Andrea's Hex-Sonetta contest
Categories:
hex, child, girl, love, princess,
Form:
Sonnet
I see her in her pure white dress
She is attractive but far from virgin allure
She’s like a paper doll delicate and quick to burn
Quick to drown under the dark cloud’s waters
A witch child among all her sins
She hexes me until I feel disturbed and dismantled
Haunting me, calling me, I don’t want to get away
Going insane let me feel the pain I will not plead
I undress her, I can feel her soul is dead
Her body is raw and numb
Her body begins to curl from cunnilingus
My blood flows down her face, she does care
My blood flows down her arms, she doesn’t care
Underneath the demonisms I think I see a slither of a soul
Not so far from all that is from unearth
She wrecks my dismembering dreams
My heart begins to bleed for her
Starting solemn times
Stain my mind, pleasing my sick thoughts in my head
Undress her sickened mind
Categories:
hex, love, lust,
Form:
ABC
DIMINISHING HEX-ON-VERSE
A hex on this verse
how could it be worse
tongue in cheek or terse
potion to reverse
a poetic curse
quivered arrows
wingless sparrows
Sphinx and Pharaohs
distant gallows
funnels bend
wordless blend
poems end
contend
pretend
words
John G. Lawless
1/2/2015
N/S NOT SUBMITTED
Categories:
hex, humor, poetry, word play,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
Every time I get happy
the Nana-Hex
comes through.
A dog's canines
change into chainsaws,
toothpicks turn into knives,
coral reefs diverge into dirty sponges,
a sandcastle into a mausoleum,
a soldier-ant burrows deeper
into my borrowed grave,
reveille trumpets tap
a tip-toed timpani of
disenchanted malevolence;
all for the Nana-Song.
I am eleven.
I am naked.
I am screaming.
I am kneeling in the shower
and every time I shriek:
"I feel like dancing today or
look, I can tie my shoelaces or
my bruises have healed or,
my neck is not scarlet like
the underskin of
Grandma's fingernails" -
it plays again, it reprises -
like a Bizet refrain
scraping pitchforks
against agate slabs,
shaving fresh flesh.
All for the resurrection of...!
All for the redemption of...!
the Nana-Hex.
Now, I am fifteen.
I don't talk. I fail to eat.
I scratch poetry and snivel.
My front teeth
are chipped and broken
like the high-browed brim
of Nana's low-ball snifter.
I picture four undertakers
from my windowsill.
Three of them are for me -
the fourth filthy fist,
clutching a scratched
chromed rung,
is for her.
Throwing confetti
from a guarded train
as she selfishly vacated me,
Dr. Zhivago evasive and...wait!
"look I've made my bed, dear Nana.
I lost another tooth, I received
an A+ in geometry.
No. I'm not part of one's family circus,
I'm not a crippled duckling
in a shooting gallery anymore."
Mom, Momma - I...
I can't catch her confetti, Mother.
I can't, poor Momma - but...
when her swastikad locomotive
bleeds into the
frozen chambers
of Auschwitz's
omnipresent shower heads,
and my stifled tears choke
your starved larynx
like a rabid cat
untangling balls
of matted string; then...
and only then -
dear God,
please tell Grandma Nana -
I've formidably said:
hello.
Categories:
hex, lost love, lovetime,
Form:
Free verse
I do love cheese!
Jeez, Louise,
what artistry I see.
A scrumptious luscious fresh confection
waits here just for me.
It’s fine, so fine
and looks divine.
What an awesome feat -
to make dessert that looks almost
too beautiful to eat!
Oh, what a cake!
For heaven’s sake,
it’s like a rainbow pie. . .
You’ve got it quartered up real nice
in different colors. My!
It’s four in one;
son of a gun!
One part blueberry blue.
There’s cherry red, rum-drizzled (yum)
And chocolate flavored too.
It’s first to blue
I say “I do”
and take a hearty bite.
Ooh la la LA! My tongue awakes
to magical delight!
On to red. . .
Am I now dead?
Nirvana, here am I!
Near bliss achieved with baked sweet cheese
and mounds of cherries. . . . (sigh)
The color cream
with rum. . . a dream!
I think I’m in a trance.
This cheesecake is half gone now.
Let me loosen up my pants!
The dark and sweet
is left to eat.
What decadence! What sin!
This double trouble chocolate
has completely done me in.
You say each day
we’ll eat this way?
You’ve put on me a hex. . .
I’ve got to have you for my wife.
Your cheesecake outdoes sex!
For Linda-Marie Bariana's contest: "Dreamy Desserts"
Categories:
hex, foodme, sweet, me, sweet,
Form:
Rhyme
No exorcism can
cure me out from your echo
splinters in my mind.
Categories:
hex, blue, lost love, love,
Form:
Haiku
I’m tired of influencers faking nervousness.
my generation wants to care less
these days.
it’s a counter-current hack.
we want to be less defined.
we can search and reflect for ourselves.
we’re sick of the emotion
that’s all over everyone’s faces,
the unsightly splotches of opinion.
the entire election machine,
the process of getting there, is smudged.
It’s a curated mess, an advising spin,
an incomprehensible hex:
“Oh profit pondering,
contradictory means to an end
- bless weave, and conceal,
bloodless dollar debt options,
painful penny pincher paradoxes,
and deadly debt bliss dilemmas..”
“Is this a witch or an arbitrager?” Lisa asked, after rudely leaning over and reading up to this point.
“I was shooting for a numinous type of beat,” I revealed.
“We’re supposed to be working on our thesis definitions,” she said accusingly.
“Are you not challenged, here, hour by hour?” I asked sarcastically.
“I need ideas - well - I have too many ideas, I need some focus, I wanted to see what you had.”
I deadpan looked at her, “Well, you broke the spell - I lost my train.” I complained dryly.
“Don’t put me in a situation.” she said, waving my gripe off as insignificant.
.
.
Songs for this:
Easier Said Than Done by Thee Sacred Souls
drive ME crazy! by Lil Yachty
Melt by Nilüfer Yany
Categories:
hex, humor, parody, political, school,
Form:
Free verse
Wooden voodoo crux
One hex on me
Burn deep beyond known
Even down, even up
Occurrence number, frequency
Of moon voodoo hex
Four gone beyond one
You never knew
Russell Sivey
Entrant into nikko palmario's "Heads or Tails" contest
Categories:
hex, life,
Form:
Free verse
Like the beauty hidden beneath the brook
It’s the simple dimples that make me smile
Or is it the drop of a drip
Off an old black bear’s back
As he chases the flip flop
Of a Brook Trout
Or is that the Big Brown
As he marks the beginning of the Hex hatch.
by Desi E. Sherman
9/22/2019
Categories:
hex, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
There is a hex upon the human soul,
Which turns our greatest gifts to coal.
It has smothered these lands with deceit,
And trying to cleanse it is no easy feat.
We're enwrapped in crooked policies,
Hearing our leaders false prophecies.
Taught to mindlessly listen and obey,
While the greed of men has its day.
A world divided by lines unseen,
Streets littered with the words of the unclean.
In orbit but spinning out of control,
Seven billion people that I must console.
Categories:
hex, crazy,
Form:
Rhyme
ANDREA DIETRICH
–
A
Hex Sonnetta
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
a poet by the name
of Andrea Dietrich
her poems fantastic
hex sonnetta her fame
poetry in the frame
o that famed, 'finger lick'!
her format for this form
iambic trimeter
six syllables occur
per line in this new form
considered not the norm
Andrea did concur
why can it not be found
on P.S.? it is sound!
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Hex Sonnetta
The Hex Sonnetta, created by Andrea Dietrich, consists of two six-line stanzas and a finishing rhyming couplet with the following set of rules:
Meter: Iambic Trimeter. Rhyme Scheme: abbaab cddccd ee. Iambic Trimeter means the usual iambic (alternating unstressed/stressed) meter for every line of the poem, but instead of the ten syllables that comprise a typical sonnet’s iambic pentameter, this particular form uses six syllables of iambic trimeter per line, hence the name Hex Sonnetta.
Categories:
hex, poems, poetess, poetry, poets,
Form:
lizards are here
lizard's take a look out
lizard's in your ear
never heard them probably never will
Categories:
hex, animal,
Form:
Free verse