Best Savage Poems


Premium Member Savage Love

Savage Love


Consumes one 
day and night.
Memories of 
perspiration and 
firelight.
Oceanic promises 
to stay together.
Remembered, 
feathered, kisses
bright as a peacock 
feather!
Some think memories
only exist in the past.
Wrong, mine are as 
fresh as today's flower 
in a crystal glass!

             
                            5/22/2021
                                 ~2~

Premium Member Rise Up Warrior and Slay the Savage Beasts

Rise Up Warrior And Slay The Savage Beasts


Rise thyself up and fight the angry storm
Tomorrow will certainly be far too late
Stirring winds are flashing their usual norm
In conjunction with busy hands of Fate
Trees swaying, limbs breaking, man what a roar
The angry gods are gifting out their wrath
Dancing up the valley, vengeful they tore
Leaving an unholy ripped up path.

Rise as a young man full of piss and gin
Know how world hits hard as it operates
Kick the new dawn and race onward to win
Swing thy hammer to ruin and decimate
For the crowd rejoices in a winner
Hercules a hero, killed the beast
Have a feast, roast pig for your fine dinner
The slayers are vacationing back east.

Rise up a warrior, with heart and brass shield
Let thy sword arm cut and see running red
Refuse to beg and thee must never yield
Never give up unless you are stone-dead.

Robert J. Lindley, Dec 7th 1979
Rhyme

Note-
Last night we had a party.
The bar was full and truly a'hopping. 
Wrote this poem when I got home, then went to sleep.

Premium Member Ashen Aqualung

Daddy's specter plectrums mercilessly
Fraying my nerves raw
with oxidized guitar strings.
my thoughts relentlessly hemorrhage
onto clay vinyl grooves
s p i n n i n g
endless nights
of
suffocation.

a midnight jazz wail
lacerates
the void of your absence.
notes gnaw through bone marrow
ravenous maggots
in the corpse
of our love.

Chords violently crash
splintering my fractured vertebrae
a car wreck
in slow motion.
plucking
the frayed synapses
of my misfiring
modal limbic brain.

feel the searing electric distortion
static fuzz of madness
surge through
morrow's marrow
my moanin'
a primal scream
at the Eve of Destruction
trapped in a skipping groove
of creation
shattering guitars
and blasting kneecaps
in an empty cathedral
of resounding sound

Our touch
a violent crescendo
of needles and poisoned honey
pain swollen sweet
as a mother's milk
laced with a junkie's fix
on a stillborn birthday morn

each note
a razor-sharp reflection
etched in stretch-marked
scar tissue
of the agony that throbs
within this moog menagerie
of fractured femininity
set
Between the sets
of our shattered chords
a single note lingers- soft
almost tender-
like a child's last breath
before the
final
f i n a l e

Silence crawls
a venomous asp

a deafening absence
louder than stacked amps
of patriarchy
reverberating in the hollow spaces
between drumming heartbeats
where your persecuting promises
used to nest and breed

I am the discarded B-side
of the one-hit wonder
rising from dumpster-filled
lungs of domesticity
reborn
in the Electric Avenue
of my own making

singing
Billie's bruises
Muddy's floods and
Johnson's hellhounds
to the ghosts
of futures stillborn
in this Rhapsody
of beautiful
destruction

Moon-faced and sickle-smiled
I conduct this orchestrated
Savage band of ruin
my voiceless voice
a lightning rod
splitting the sky
of expectations
as I agonizingly birth myself anew
in the RCA Victor Rhapsody of Blue
of Beautiful
reconstruction

P e r h a p s… 

a new refrain


Premium Member Oh, Savage Wind

Oh, wild fierce wind,
         howling and whirling and twisting;
      you are the biggest fear in my mind,
         since a child my dread persisting.
   I hate your whistling and your roaring zephyr screams,
   you shake my windows until they will break it seems;
     I flinch when you throw your lightning beams,
             so, in my closet-  that's where me . . . you will find.

______________________________
May 30, 2019


Poetry/Rhyme/Oh, Savage Wind
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1147-954-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Written for the contest, What Makes You Flinch
sponsor, Julie Leigh Rodenheaver

Honorable Mention

Premium Member Savage Angel

Old feathers

ancient eyes

new lips

romantic face

handsome heart,

your dry sorrow

his healing palms,

large love

kisses of cream

rose pocket

deep touch

passionate pull,


He comes for your heart...

a soul plucker

hunts light

stalks beauty

cries caress

blood beast

prays mutely,

song stays

weaponized wisdom

sensitive wrong

God groans  -

J.A.B.

Premium Member Poetry Soothes the Savage Beast

Incriminations bolster theories
pestered by daily
salutations, delusions
sanctimoniously intensified
by the written word

Your philosophy exculpates
delirium while triumphs
wisk away irremediable
suppositions that defy logic.
Hypocrisy appears delineated

with confused ramifications.
Cerebrum and Cerebellum
transpose inaccuracies into
soft, sweet music to the soul.
Artistic creation utilized

to succumb basic instincts
with craft: skills of
evasion and deception
manifest themselves in
your daily realm as you
deliver time's desires.


Premium Member Savage Sun

The glaring sneering Sun has
Beat me down to the pavement.

The hot the heat
The flaring has won.

The. Violent engagement beastly
Perspiration beseigement

Beaming steaming gleaming
Dazed AMAZED seeking shade
From deathly rays.

Prone to bemoan the scorching
Phase of days of UNFALLING RAIN

Nick named SMOKRD AND turned
FIRE STARTER SUN 
Churned and burned

Savage

Savage

Why am I called a violent savage, uncivilized, unteachable, three-fifths of a person?
Yet, it was I who was obnoxiously chased by strange men who invaded my homeland.
As soon as their feet stepped on the soil of my homeland, sensing danger, bewildered and frightened, I ran for my life.
The taste of freedom in my soul was my motivation.
They spotted me, and they hunted me as a hunter hunts his game.
Running with an urgency to escape,  my mind whirling like a hurricane thinking about my village, my siblings, my mother and my father.
I am but a young man perplexed, running and gasping for breath.
Finally, I collapsed from exhaustion, not able to escape the clutches of the strange men.
With the look of hostility on their faces they surrounded me to prevent me from escaping.
They were armed with guns, whips, long knives, shackles and chains.
When I tried to escape, they brutally struck me with a whip.
I cried out in my native tongue from a pain I have never felt before.
Violently, they beat me down until all the fight in me was gone.
When they had broken me, they chained my wrists and shackled my ankles.
They dragged me to a ship that was waiting by the river for the catch of the day.
I was cast into a small crowded room in the hull of that massive ship, horrified at what my eyes beheld.
Hundreds of my own people, male and female, young and old, shackled and chained to one another.
My soul groaned within me because, freedom had been viciously taken away.
Therefore, I now understand what a savage is.

Being In the Mind of a Savage

Being in the mind of a savage.

All I know is how to act ferociously.
Manipulating the minds of the weak, fearful, and the victims.
Beating them into submissive.
Emasculating the strongest, just to see him break.
Dismiss him of his role, and never to see his family again.

Being in the mind of a savage.

I destroy, divide, and conquer. 
tearing families apart.
Over yonder, as they scream,
begging to be saved
but nobody hears them.
Breaking the spirits of the koons, mannu, aunty, sambo, 
and the uncle toms, as they all have a common factor. 
They're all nostalgia.
The animal within me is untamed, uncontrollable, and inhumane.
I'm superior by nature, at least what I see.

Being in the mind of a savage.

What you call crimes are white privileges to me,
justification, rationalisation, & beliefs 
set me free each time.
All I know is to kill, steal, destroy, & reverse the cycle of genetics.
I changed their culture,
to fear, tough love, attitude, punishment, violence & a career. 
Sabotage the mind, break em' down, then bob the builder em'.
When you stop em' for believing in themselves,
oppression appears.

Being in the mind of a savage.

Other savages, keep em' isolated, uneducated, impoverished and oppressed. There's a few who escapes but we own them too.
We love to be entertained, as we mock, advertise, and stereotype em'. Less sensation and lacking sensitiveness 
in the terminal fibers, keeps me acting viciously.
Unintelligent, laziness, frightfulness, ignorance, backwardness, violent, inarticulate, sexual frustrated, hunger, inattentive, unable to control themselves, & in care of, are all the signs of a n****. 
Created a cultural matrix of positive 
and negative feelings for me, 
and each time, I justify my actions by logical reasoning with em'.
Ohhh, forgiving are they. Just to do it once more, and that once more became many more. 

Being in the mind of a savage.

If any shall become bold, intimidating or become a threat, we shall lynch you.
Propaganda, genocide, & economics are all profits for the savages.
Paternalism plays a major role as
terrorizing and restrain are easily justified.
Keep em' from achieving social equality 
as they become more bumptious on the streets.

Being in the mind of a savage.
© K. Parker  Create an image from this poem.

The Noble Savage

A lofty lurking predator on the prowl alone
Very reclusive and passionate prone
Not up for a long chase
Rather give a short powered race
Very territorial especially with mates
Touch my babies the savage will embrace
Just like a wildcat preferably a cougar 
Best times to move at dawn and dusk just like a looter
Call me the noble savage or the lady cougar
Get off wrong then I will be the shooter
Since I'm a lady I'll slash you like Freddy Krueger

Premium Member The Savage Pond

Look out over a pond's banks
what do you see down there
a smooth unruffled surface
things lazily flying round

A frog pops up its head and
perches basking in the sun
newts swim languidly about
a flash of colour deep below

Yet all is not as it seems
poor tiny herbivores fight
for their very existence 
they are on the lunch plate

Savage diving beetles 
water boatmen, striders
ravenous mayfly larva
all wait to dine on them

Tadpoles swiftly dart about
they are on everyone's menu
newts lay in wait then feast
life in a pond's no picnic

Everything is on someone's list
life in a pond is about who lives
eat or be eaten is the savage truth
no mercy given or none expected

Savage Heart Wolfman In Love

With unnatural restraint he quells his primal urge

Guarding something of himself; half man, half wolf

Languished captive, no hope of escape

The power of love grows stronger still

Helpless, against his own will.

Inflamed with savage desire

He catches a glimpse of her through the trees

With a wildly pulsating heart he rises to meet her

Unquenched desire rises as he lifts his head high

Sorrow overwhelms him as he lets out his howling cry.

He gazes upon her, his savage heart softened and tamed 

by her golden flame as he beholds her face etched upon the moon


written by Lori McClure
contest: Wolfman in Love

Savage

I have no pledges just
indulgences.

I live in fatherless harmony,
a puppet with no strings.

a laughing kiss created in danger.
and abuse

Nature, Never Savage

Enough of all the ritiuous talk
of high morals, rolled up in napkins
and set to the table
You eat with them so dignified and free
Becoming what you are meant to become
what you really feel and love so dearly
You do not believe there is fire after the 
mind shuts its doors, when the sun of your
soul takes eternal shade.
Your hands are hand made.
You did this once before many years ago
when you were trying do hard to hide who you
really were, who you were dying to be
You smiled all the time like everyone 
were members of a roaring audience.
When you had something to offer 
they were your best friends all the time
But when turned your back it was always the bird
Dam I really miss seeing your back
I miss flipping you the beard.
Now your looking at me confused
Don't you get it? I'm an animal... an almighty
human being, pretending to be civilized.

They love you when you were a champion
and when you started to lose they still loved you
but this time because your marketable
Now turn your back to me.

Savage

SAVAGE 
Walking tall
Head held high
Long snake eyed curls
A diamond sparkled lie
Damn girl, where'd you get them eyes
Those legs just go on for days 
Scent of suga butter Neva leaves always stays

ONE OF A KIND GIRL
A WHERE DO I GET ME ONE GIRL
ALWAYS WALKIN' that WALK GIRL
SHES NEVA A  TALKIN that TALK FAKE GIRL
THAT GIRL
THAT GIRLS A SAVAGE

Always got my back
Never talking back
Southern Soul 
This life it's taken its toll
 A  look , that could stop time
That strut, stings my tongue
That girls gotta be mine

ONE OF A KIND GIRL
A WHERE DO I GET ME ONE GIRL
ALWAYS WALKIN THAT WALK GIRL
A NEVA JUST TALKIN THAT TALK FAKE GIRL
That damn girl


Seductive Smiles
Tribulations , left imperfections 
Of scarred misrepresentations
Forever lasting 
earth shattering 
Impressions 
Can't ever shake her 
That girls a savage 
My beautiful savage
 
ONE OF A KIND GIRL
A WHERE DO I GET ME ONE GIRL
My savagely beautiful girl

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