Best Reckoning Poems
Above bleak pastures,
A cobalt coliseum:
Warriors are unleashed.
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Aggressive brave clouds,
Battle for the dominance:
Vanquishment is vague.
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Conquest of power,
Clash of divine elements:
Battle in the sky.
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Sun and clouds collide,
On a battlefield landscape:
The land prays for reign.
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The golden swords pierce,
As injured clouds hemorrhage:
Pelting the pastures.
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With sharp swords of light.
The golden gladiator:
Obtains victory.
Categories:
reckoning, nature
Form:
Choka
You sockdologizing old man-trap long decayed
where claws curl tight in dust and brittle bone
your lies are hyenas dancing in the flame
their jaws a rattle tearing flesh to stone
their laughter cracks the silence and the name
of truth that bleeds until the world has grown
as hollow as the bones they gnaw upon
each tooth a dagger that breaks the heart to dawn
beneath your skin a hunger spills and swells
its teeth are rust its eyes a fevered glow
it gnashes bone until the broken tells
of sins that fester deep where no one knows
your hollow self a wind that pulls and wells
the hunger of a lion’s endless throes
and in your voice a low and raspy cry
that cracks the earth and cracks the brittle sky
beneath the skin your hunger splits the bone
its grasp a vice that crushes what it seeks
the stars fall silent cold and overthrown
their light consumed in frantic, bloodstreaked streaks
the air is thick with death and poisoned stone
where hunger howls beneath the shadowed peaks
yet still in your trap the pulse of truth will grind
a seed that's sown then left to twist and rise
your walls of lies are dust beneath the weight
of hunger’s edge and all that once was wise
though still you chase the fading spark of fate
your fingers crushed beneath the weight of mind
from soil once cursed where hate was built to last
the truth will rise unbroken and unmasked
for lies may hunt but truth though torn and scarred
is cut deep and rips your sockdologizing heart trap apart
Categories:
reckoning, betrayal, corruption, imagery, metaphor,
Form:
Epic
Unspoken words hang in the stillness of unmindful space,
like a touch never to be felt
A sight never to be seen
A curl of smoke dissipating
A twist of faith has broken both wings
Deeming, thrusting, unfeeling
For those who can no longer cry
Or fly
A die is cast, rolling against time
Crushing, Shattering, Smashing
A fate and destiny
That would never be
The once welcoming arms are now closed (forever shall be)
Faith has run its course (it was false after all)
All that remains are tears,
That would never dry
A hollowness dwells within,
Siezing, Grasping, Clutching
All rationale and sane thinking
Hurling, Heaving, Tossing
EVERYTHING
Into a void of sorrow
OH YES, a hollowness dwells within
Painful, Numbing, Dreary and Stark
Warping, Bending, Blighting
HURTING, DIStorTING, C o N t O r T i N g, FakinG
What LIFE should BE
It all happened
when you left me
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I may have overdone my Gerunds. Do tell me people. TY.
Categories:
reckoning, lost lovefaith,
Form:
I Received Bad News Today, Reckoning
I received bad news today,
Rather, the bad news I sought.
Thirty years ago, we played.
Attention turned; you walked away.
Divorce ended, so I thought.
Love was stretched thin to forgive.
You tried to ease me from my pain.
As friends we could never live.
Let’s start new and not relive.
Better move on and try again.
I received bad news today,
Rather, the bad news I sought.
I hoped you’ld be on your way.
But now I am sad to say,
Your ambitions have all rot.
The news is not well received,
Deep saddness from what I heard.
How will your children grieve;
How will your parents grieve;
The verdict is made and served.
Let’s pray for our reckoning,
Before passing we are blessed
Summoned to God’s beckoning,
Humbled before our passing,
And receive our freedom as promised.
I received bad news today,
Or maybe it’s not so bad,
For the love in what we pray,
Might be answered someday,
for blessings we never had.
Go in peace,
Love and forgive.
Pray for His Mercy.
By faith in him so live.
John 3:16-21
Note: The greatest thing I ever heard came from the lips of an incarcerated felon accepting Jesus Christ who said: “I thank God for prison because now I am truly free.”
by,
Martin Braun
Categories:
reckoning, bible, christian, forgiveness, freedom,
Form:
Cinquain
Redolent reverie
Rain-soaked in raspberry
Roses most delicate
Runes woven from star seeds
Refulgent petals swirl
Russet thorns of my heart
Regrets etched in kohl quartz
Categories:
reckoning, color, deep, red, writing,
Form:
Pleiades
One summer hot,
clear day,
It was time to deal with dirty laundry.
In silence,
with a countenance of stone,
unrevealing deep emotions,
things of necessity were done.
She hung bleached-white sheets
out on the line to dry,
then, turning to him,
her iron will broke,
storm clouds rose,
her eyes accused,
yet, all she could say was;
“Don’t leave.”
Categories:
reckoning, introspection, life, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Where the earth,
either scorched or drowned,
meets the fire of war
or the floods of indifference,
where the sky,
once pristine, now flight-scarred,
meets the trawlers and the oil rigs
on the dying sea,
and the righteousness
that you wore as an amulet
became a millstone
that you could not bear.
Where the industrial heartlands,
robust and cruel,
run feverishly to or from the inner cities,
painful, seething and morose,
where the last suburban outliers,
fading and sanctimonious,
meet the first agricultural small-holdings,
desperate, stoic and resilient,
and you happened upon wealth
too bountiful to be shared,
but mostly succumbed
to the will of the mightier few.
There waits The Serpent,
there waits the heel of The Chosen One,
there waits the reckoning
that no malevolence can escape,
buried so deep within you
that they can never be seen or found.
28th December 2018
Categories:
reckoning, truth,
Form:
Free verse
beyond the reach of human gaze
and past the portal, no light strays
a darkness lurks as yet unseen
where spirits gather, boast and preen
await the night the sea will fly
and drown our thoughts that fill the sky
when day returns a trembling sound
heard naught by life where none is found
another waits on planets far
where once was but a twinkling star
and points our way beyond their moon
and asks if life became Earth's doom
Categories:
reckoning,
Form:
Couplet
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Black as the pit in the well of my dreams
slumber is dark, and the silence is long
on the loneliest road that the mind travels on
I'm engulfed by the pitch and the feeling of dread
Dead reckoning beckons to hold up its head
I'm encircled by whirlwinds and fierce prairie wind
I open my eyes, and with the last of my breath
I see a field of tall wheat, I am gasping within
My grandmother's house is a waving mirage
and seen in the distance, as once it had been
What do I fear? Is it life after death?
Perchance this is slumber, and the sleep monster haunts me,
A nightmare is taunting as it calls through the dark
I am playing the part, as a child with a spark
of the fire that wants me, as the field is engulfed
Heroic, and fearless, alas, not afraid
An arm reaches out, and shows me the way
Keeping brave as I can, she lends me her hand
"Stand by my side, let the flames be your guide"
How brave, that I am, when deep in the place
in the trace of the vaporous face of my dreams
The shades of fire, and smoke of the night
will consume me, if only, I fight off my fright
It is only my fear, that consumes while awake
of the things that are real, and things that are not
Not bending wheat strands, or the flames of the fire
Standing tall when I wake, I will wake with new power
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1//5/14
Categories:
reckoning, courage, dream, fire, grandmother,
Form:
Narrative
your bitter sweet embrace engulfs all.
ruling with absolution.
commanding reality itself.
unchecked and unbalanced.
carrying me away like a wild animal.
lost forever in the weight of this burden.
destruction or peace is all you know.
such arrogance to presume you know me.
being me for too long.
did you really believe you could win?
how much power does it take to rule with no freedom?
too many times we have danced to this music.
poor little heart.
you scream so very loud with no voice.
in your infinite wisdom you missed one thing.
i died to this world long ago.
and your power has always been an illusion.
goodbye my eternal companion.
Categories:
reckoning, slam,
Form:
Verse
I sabotaged my eight-millimeter childhood.
I never knew Sartre
But I contorted my latex face,
Burying my nothingness in family films.
My child was scripted to be ugly, skipped over
In comic relief.
Only recognizable as Menoetius,
My only animation was insolence.
I believed nothing in myself,
I knew nothing.
I sought my masquerade in
Metaverse avatars,
Really just 2D analog shadows,
Swaying waves of gray on ashen tv tubes.
Without convictions, I was convicted.
My craven rudeness landed me
In squalid wreckage,
The debris of my dormant sea,
Forsaken a million or more times,
Rebuffed and scorned,
I succumbed to my dense exhaustion.
I shut down where sleep had no form,
Where space-time is an illusion.
Some hint of dream touched and aroused me.
Some anamnesis so much greater than any containment!
I awakened sweaty, wretched, and authentically flawed,
savoring the sudden phenomenal enigma,
Ready to learn the endless patterns
of all the passions and sciences.
Categories:
reckoning, atheist, child abuse, childhood,
Form:
Free verse
Part I: Wife to Husband
You never pay me any mind.
I'm sick of this. You hear me?
If you don't find me interesting,
perhaps you'd better fear me.
The "choc'late" in that cake you ate
Is laxative, I swear it!
So please don't take the rest to work.
Someone might want to share it.
I plan to see my boyfriends soon.
We always have such fun.
We're gonna have a good old time,
so soon I've got to run.
Your boss asked when you're coming in.
I told him you said "Never."
I plan to have your brakelines cut,
so take the bus forever.
I've emptied all the bank accounts,
So please don't write a check.
I've boobytrapped the yard; I hope
You fall and break your neck.
Hey, you! Look up. Acknowledge me,
You blank-eyed, drooling jerk!
Part 2: Oblivious Husband's Response
I'm really late. Just coffee, dear.
I've got to get to work.
May 28, 2016
for Poet Destroyer A's "Desperate Housewife" Contest
Categories:
reckoning, husband, marriage, wife,
Form:
Quatrain
The lightning crashed into a billowing sky,
The wind swept trees struggled to stand,
Would appear we have made mother nature cry,
Across all the hills and valleys and every land.
Nothing above the earth was safe from her winds,
No man or beast had ever witnessed this before,
It was as if she was making us pay for our sins,
Today there would be the only one given law.
Survive if you will this tempestuous fall,
Hide if you can from her raging wrath,
This day as dark as night, only the wind calls,
No use today traveling on the main path.
The pitch black day belongs to nature's way,
And all that fall in her path will pay.
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Categories:
reckoning, dark, earth, weather, wind,
Form:
Rhyme
Tis his pity
Day of days to cry.
Day of reckoning that will be
When we all stand guilty
Before throne of mercy
Our eternal destiny
To decide
Is he.
Categories:
reckoning, anniversary, bereavement,
Form:
Free verse
The hours they pour
Grains spotlight each moment
That plundered a life
Then lied to deny
The hours pour down
And tides do reveal
The Judge sees the heart
Hidden from men
Categories:
reckoning, imagery, judgement, spiritual, visionary,
Form:
Imagism