Best Scalds Poems

Midnight envelops the pillow
where her head rests sleeping
as each shaft of moon light glows,
umber and ocher traces,
through the satin nimbus of her hair,
gently caressing her soft cheek.

The billowing gossamer of sheer veils,
like phantasms, take flight
with morning's sigh
through the open window,
while the shadows dance playfully
through each...

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Of late, nature moans  inside a scraped womb
As her lush environ   FLOUNDERS    breaks  out…
Played  like a trusting  NEOPHYTE from woods  to  rivers
She endures the BOMBAST of dirt through man’s crimes:

Awaiting kindness …amends remain undone
While...

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As dawn it roosts, to the early lids of my opened eyes,
Never ever has been a happy feeling pleasant comprise.
Quinquennium back I can clearly remember,
The morning’s plea scalds my thoughts like burning ember.

My blanket festooned body, on the bed it stirs & moves,
The immensity of...

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Sizzling Summer

summer sun sizzles
sans sunshade shelter
sunburn scalds
she sprints scorched sand to shore
swizzles in soothing sea

Sandra M. Haight

~3rd Place~
Contest: Short Forms For Summer Part 3
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Modern Tanka
Judged: 05/27/2016
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i should have fallen for the Sun.
Everlasting light: the absence of ambiguity,
and of course the promised warmth,
it scalds the soles of those who lay upon me...
Or maybe the Forest-
boundless life!
And the incessant profession of love
through the high-pitched squeaks of birds,
and the croaks of frogs.
i am...

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We pull the weeds from dawn till night,
and pray for rain on summer's blight,
as muscles strain and blisters bleed;
we will not bow to nature's creed,
but dig and pull with all our might.

What burning zeal she dares ignite;
she sows those thistle seeds in spite,
and mocks our...

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THE SWAN

It’s unseasonably warm
The sun is high
And I’ve wandered down among the rushes
Bare-legged, knobby kneed, warm mud oozing between my toes
When she catches my eye as she slowly slides by
This graceful swan
No alarm shown, no ruffling of feathers, no hurry
She continues on, close to the...

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Chains tightly bound
Around my Spirit.
Hopelessness echoed
Sounding doom in my ears.
Fight, faith broken.
The Sea of Anguish
Had engulfed,
canopied& enveloped.
Then I looked to the Sky.

My gleam of Hope
Who nightly strokes
The sorrowful world.
Her soothing light
Ceaselessly shifting form.
Eternally 
illuminating a path
For the Lost.

Unlike her blinding cousin, The Sun,
who scorches& scalds.
The...

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I see the way your body dances through the halls of our home, how dirty you are. dirty little girl.
My teacher said this is not what we do. Mom tells me this is bad.
They’re wrong. Beautiful girls get lied to.
Dad tells me not to do...

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"Oh that this too,too solid flesh would thaw
And resolve itself into a dew"
Water slips through our fingers ,so fresh and sweet
Yet a solid mass will smash all before it
Where scree sits,solid on the slopes,
Dislodged it will sweep down,wave after wave,
A sea of stones
That blanket of...

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Bitter as wormwood or Turkish coffee,
absinthian abandon;
this passion stings and burns.
Cheeks blaze with the scarlet sign and stigma
and your teeth leave their signature on my hips.
Prudence we shed like the ash
tapped off my cigarette with trembling fingertips.
This bed is an ocean in which I choose...

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I
order
some coffee –
Americano –
wait with anticipation.
Superheated steam scalds the essence from the beans,
then rising from the cup, that rich fresh-brewed aroma.

I
savour
the vapours –
pure Arabica -
then notice in the saucer
something which I did not order : a biscuit,
yes, cellophane-wrapped an unsolicited biscuit,
the ubiquitous and unsolicited caramelised...

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Close your eyes,
Plug your ears,
Hold your breath.
Imagine falling in love with someone.
Imagine a love so alive it burns your lips and scalds your tongue. 
Imagine them gone.

Close your eyes,
Plug your ears,
Hold your breath.
Imagine you're a guest in your own mind.
Imagine walking to the darkest corner.
Imagine...

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" An Encryption ... "

( Acts 14: 22 / Ca. 8: 6, 7 )


The Pain of A Thousand Cuts
The Shame of A Thousand Crawls
The Blame of A Thousand Faults
That Came To Mean: Nothing ... Or All ...

The Stain of Ten-Broken Trusts
The Claim of Ten-Broken 'Oughts
The...

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The rowan tree sees a light turn from white into grey colours turn 
to shades of dust and claws of branches blacken against the sky.
Rowan made from feathers, made from blood keeping me safe.

The rowan tree sees a ghost with heat floating about a sodden...

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