Best Scarlett Poems
Scarlett thought she was promised permanent security.
Satchels of resilience bound her fragile wrists.
Woodland deities hailed her.
Underworld demons feared her.
The curious townsfolk simply stood in contemplation -
Inviting epee's gleamed in their eyes
as the garden shears, in their hands, smiled.
Scarlett oft pretended she was Joan of Arc.
Threads of meshed titanium webbed her sheltered heart.
Sour Grimm moppets heralded her.
Skeptical fairy godmothers chastised her.
The relentless wheel of innocence spun without interruption.
Persnickety rogues sashayed in dumbed silence -
permitting their sordid counterparts unwelcomed invitations
into a void where reverend satchels are tragically punctured.
Scarlett donned spiked eye patches in her latter years.
Protective velour swatches masking mass and the masses.
Myths and urban legends empathized with her.
Gods and martyrs appropriately buried her.
The dumbfounded spirits circle Scarlett's broken window with raised eyebrows.
Quizzically staring at rotting barrels littered with skeins if shredded satchels -
yards if tainted fibers being hopelessly spun into yet another
dark, forgotten midnight.
Scarlett in "Gone With the Wind" goes --- AFTER
Ashley even though she has thus far had in --- ALL,
Two husbands, and says she'll think about things ---TOMORROW
She marries Rhett and ---IS
Never satisfied with her life, always wanting ---ANOTHER
Man. But when Rhett leaves her in the end it's a sad---DAY
This POEM is an Example of a New Form of
POETRY Dane-Ann and HGarvey Daniel Esquire are trying to sanction
They call it “ End Line Word “ Poetry Thank-YOU
Scarlet Rivers--by David Lustrup 2016
if you saw my heart tonight
you wouldn't recognize it
trodden trampled torn apart
before i realized it
shredded hanging bleeding
tendons torn and tattered
you were everything to me
you were all that mattered
and now im drowning in this blackness
circling the drain im going down
where is the end to all this madness
this misery is so profound
memories play like movies in my mind
kissing your lips so bittersweet
little short films playing constantly
tear jerkers on repeat
and id give my torn, and tattered heart
for a bright tomorrow, where were not apart
and id sell my last drop, of blood you see
for a single smile, that was meant for me
under star filled skies, in the deep dark night
i remember you, in the pale moonlight
with a million stars, shining in your eyes
how much i loved you, you never realized
as i pull the trigger
as i hit the ground
flashes of your face fly
as lights are dimming down
life is fleeting now
as im bleeding out
let the rivers flow, the rivers flow, scarlet rivers flow now.
They always said there was no feeling like it
No words could describe,
Now I know exactly what they mean
My heart melted inside.
From the moment I heard
I was smitten,
Then when you arrived
In the stars it was written.
Like the perfect medicine
You have been described
Changing so many lives
From heaven you must derive.
You are the promise of brighter things
You are our antidote to the past
You are our princess
You are our everything
XxxX
Crimson fingernails pull back the curtain,
her pale skin blending into the sheerness of it.
She was never as close to him as she was tonight.
The blood moon glow of her eyes knew him well,
though not a word was spoken between them,
nor did he know her name.... Scarlett.
The white wisps of fog that made up her dress,
skate along the floor then hover just above him,
her body never touching his except for
one cheek pressed against his warm chest.
His slow and steady heartbeat resounding
in her ears as he dreams in peace.
Tiny fangs protrude from behind red lips
as she leans in close, no pain will he feel
for her bite is whisper soft like a mosquito's,
her breath like a tickle of it's fluttering wings,
so as not to awaken.... not just yet.
Contented with the smallest stain
of maroon on her mouth, she vanishes
back into the night from which she came,
knowing the blood moon glow
of her eyes shall see him again.
One day he would know her name.... Scarlett.
Ten little fingers,
Ten little toes.
Perfect little eyes,
A perfect little nose.
Something wrong inside,
A cure no one knows.
Twenty five days
Before she had to leave.
Twenty five days
And now we all grieve.
God's taken her home,
That's what we believe.
Ten little fingers,
Ten little toes.
Scarlett has left us
As tears of sorrow flow.
~~~~~~~~~~
Scarlett Vinova Davis
28/04/2014 - 23/05/2014
I look at her picture ... she'll never grow old.
A feathered headband on her small, downy head.
The pain will lessen, that's what we've been told
but we've so few memories of a babe , now dead.
Scarlett of name, a moniker bold,
for such a wee thing, fragile and young.
She won't grow into the name, will never grow old.
Won't learn to walk or talk or ever have fun.
I look at her picture, tears brimming my eyes.
She sleeps so peacefully in repose.
They say time will heal but I believe it's all lies.
The grief that we feel, no one really knows.
Her unbearable beauty left scars on our hearts.
On the day God reclaimed her ... we all fell apart.
Gathered with sister, my mother and kleenex,
Oblivious to our red noses, facial poses and tears,
Nudging each other with movie memory reflex -
Each of us embrace characters long held as dear.
We submit joyously to this continuous, intense escape
Inside the lives of scandalous Scarlett and romantic Rhett.
Trials and tribulations of civil war, deceit and love shape
Heaven and hell into a dramatic, unforgettable duet.
Torn, we watch as hunger, fear and surrounding violent war,
Harms character’s hearts and more discouragements pour.
Enemy destruction devastates Southern life and lore.
While wishing true love’s fulfillment for Rhett’s desirous heart,
Inevitably his sexy charm will wham our hearts like a wild lamb.
No one should dare interrupt our favorite, dramatic film art, or
Disturb Rhett’s last line, “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
Tara must have pulled the ground up
Over her head, you made us all
See nothing but red
Incessant bawlin', rebel drawlin'
Rhett! Rhett! Rhett!
T'was not those phony charms
That drove him from your arms
A petite, whining Southern Belle
From Hell, couldn't see the
Georgia forest in those trees
Face it now, Rhett is gone
Along with the wind, you've sung your last song
Frankly Scarlett, the boy is movin' on
Scarlet O'Hara,
Arrogant misunderstood belle and beauty, from the plantation Tara
caught up in war, love for Rhett, and her OWN survival and money,
she made a dress from green velvet drapes, fiddle-dee-dee, honey.
Rhett Butler
a handsome rogue, a charmer, a gambler of many a dollar,
with knowledge of women, EXCEPT Scarlet, is that WHY he was enthralled,
his final words to Scarlet, I don't give a damn, as his name she called.
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January 11, 2019
Poetry/Clerihew/Scarlett O'Hara and Rhett Butler
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1103-978-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Clerihew Couples For Valentine's Day
sponsor, Carolyn Devonshire
Third Place
Forbidden, a remake of a 17th century love story
Forbidden, a contagion unstable or a light merry fable
Forbidden like cookies when we were developing, delicate little giants
Forbidden...ask the girl with the emerald eyes, with the forest eyes
tie a rope to the waist just in case
for if you look too close, you would lose your way
How, why, when, what, where; all unanswered questions, oh well
The thrill is in the pondering, the moment, the wonder
the reason why my baited eyes glance her way in a sense of confusion
A silent silhouette I sit studying her stature, her being
every time I feel I have a mastery of knowing
who the girl with the red hair
matched by the fiery passion within her beating heart
she sheds her skin another inch
and I finally realize...I know nothing, defeated in strategy, in knowledge
The saying goes 'ignorance is bliss' but is it just
What if the bliss of ignorance is the aroma of a fresh baked apple pie
the very steam creating an imaginative, beckoning, wagging finger calling
only to know after a bite a little too late, the pie had been tainted
Wouldn't it be better to know beforehand...
All I know, there is something more than her flamboyant smile
magnetically pulling me in her direction
I feel like I'm trapped in a flashback to when I was nine
struggling to uncover feelings for the first
A collision course has been set towards the setting sun
the setting sun of oblivion
my world turned upside down like an hourglass
a horizon of a new dream
What to call her
Acadia, no, Acadia is gone
Angela? No, no
Scarlett...Scarlett Jade...
Scarlett Jade
This is a dedication to my recently welcomed grand-daughter into our hearts and home. My son and wife called her, "Scarlett Petal" she definitely is a real precious gem of a beauty bright.
Petals of Scarlett
Petal of Scarlett
invites sweet fragrance of love
in our treasured lives
Oct. 27, 2015
Yvonne
Wiggedly giggledly
Scarlett Johanasson.
She’ll play “any person”
or “any tree.”
“Under the Skin” - a film
fant-alien-ation -
had her preying on men.
All right by me!
Feb. 8, 2021
for William Kekaula's Double Dactyl (Win For Paid Membership) Poetry Contest
"Under the Skin" is a movie in which she plays an alien who needs to eat men to
sustain herself. It was a controversial sci-fi movie that people either loved or hated. Hope the made up word comes through: Fant as beginning of "fantastic"
One night when stars possessed the universe,
plantation winds screamed violently;
Cupid's wings thrashed against a pane.
When the arrow pierced her chest,
her winter's heart too late
was made to know pure
love. . . Fever came,
and still she
cannot
rest.
For the Gone with the Wind Poetry contest
Scarlett’s love hidden
on mystic skies.
Poem of my heart
shadows under her sigh.
Seeing her coded eyes
glaring into mine.
I feel caressed
don’t know if I’m fine.
The lips of a knightly angel
still showers.
In golden sweetness,
aroma of nectar
I mostly remember them
as far as fifth times.
But she walks as if endless,
infinitely in my mind.
She cries in smile
found the love so divine.
From me what she called
untamed man.
For she love me once,
I returned a thousand times.
Now she’s drown,
endless love from crazy life.