Best Scathe Poems
"Reveries are gifts of moments, even melancholy ones,
when our hearts were happy."
~ by poet
We planted a flower garden, he and I
Throughout spring's sunny weather
Shared our hopes among heliotropes
We did everything together
My reveries linger of when my finger
wore a ring that he had given
My life is marred and I'm scarred
By the thorn love used to scathe me
We grew roses in nurtured beds, he and I
Throughout summer's warm weather
Relished each bloom and its perfume
We did everything together
My reveries are treasured memories
But the summer days have ended
We live apart and it wounds my heart
For the thorn's still causing harm
We shared wine when we dined, he and I
Throughout autumn's chilled weather
Drinking Cabernet, he vowed to stay
We did everything together
My reveries at sunset fill me with regret
Gone are those days of fall, one and all
Chilly winds blow, and soon it will snow
The thorn still pricks my skin
We played in the snow like children, he and I
Throughout winter's frigid weather.
We walked in the moonlight every night
We did everything together
Until we said goodbye, and now I cry
In sadness I weep; without him I can't sleep
My reveries remain, and with them the pain
Of a sharp thorn in my side
We loved each other, he and I
Throughout four seasons of weather
Days of dancing, nights of romancing
We did everything together.
Reveries of us I can't forget, and yet
I wish I didn't remember that December
When it all ended and I pretended
Not to feel the thorn that pierced my heart
Rampage rumbling water roars dig the shores
Heavy hard they grapple trees and humans
Tumbling turner tides glide no one adore
Frightened humans, they run! Run and run fast!
As they desire to survive ever more
From angry nimbus clouds darkening span
To merry-go-round waves muddy wet skirt
Gnawing so hungry to launch damage pert
Beeping screams a reigning train of terror
Rattling man's safety in viral bellow
The ground shut bullet rush without error
All will see an avalanche fresh fresco
the scathe and cries a full furor mirror
Waiting for hope - the sun's chrome of yellow
Abrupt sea assault bridge to sudden death
Taking all weak and anyone with breath
© O. E. Guillermo
9:48pm
September 28, 2009
*** FROM A DOCUMENTARY I watch about killer tsunami
Sponsor Giorgio A. V.
Contest Name Top Gun Poetry - Structured forms - Iambic verse II
placed 2nd
God's mercy and love raised you to this tier,
Amid the party of graduates assembled here.
So, think not of self more highly than you ought,
For it is the Lord's grace that kept you unfraught.
Try not to conform to the actions of this world,
But let your minds be renewed by this conferral.
Wisely put The Lord's perfect will to the test,
And hold fast to what your heart knows is best.
Honor one another above self and guard your faith;
Love what you deem sincere and leave evil to scathe.
Share with each other in need and keep hopes high,
Be humanly hospitable and let your service edify.
Seek not to do evil to repay a slight,
For integrity is the practice of being right.
Let peace be your goal when dealing with others;
We please the Lord by being sisters and brothers
Written: March 28, 2024 For Edward Ibeh Contest
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It is a myth that time cures any wound,
It is merely what people say and sound.
When the wound was simply skin-wide,
No reply may occur due to decay sighed.
Oh, suffering of not being able to die or live.
Such a wounded sigh to endure and strive.
Feeling numb and wounded, sighs escape.
My heart churns—overwhelmed by a scrape.
Pebbles embed in my brain cortex.
Amorphous swirls provide a raw vortex.
Oh, suffering of not being able to die or live.
Such a wounded sigh to endure and strive.
Assessing a child's stomach on baking day,
Those smitten by love share anguish and decay.
Fail to express love or even heart grief.
Charmed in a state of anguish and relief.
Oh, suffering of not being able to die or live.
Such a wounded sigh to endure and strive.
I perceive kismet as a formidable antagonist,
One could not despise his rival or protagonist.
That amazes everyone—upon slaughtering me,
Who slain me, or who carried out such butchery?
Oh, suffering of not being able to die or live,
Such a wounded sigh to endure and strive.
Let's devote the night to the wounded.
Their bodies are battered—rise to be subtruded.
Whispered to no one, cleanse of their scars.
Wounded sigh in killer room as dusk dew parse.
Oh, suffering of not being able to die or live.
Such a wounded sigh to endure and strive.
Those who have been wounded by his arrow,
Those who were scathe sob in love, thrill shadow.
Wriggle on the rug with love and reverence.
Heal wounds themselves, hurting its severance.
Oh, suffering of not being able to die or live.
Such a wounded sigh to endure and strive.
Head over to celebrate with them tonight.
Love may seem corrupted—they cry fake sight.
If they shed fake tears—their love isn't divine.
Believers never act wildly or display mood signs.
Riots and chaos chastised by our kin.
More sibling rivalry taken right on the chin.
We need to wake up and pull our heads from the ground.
The hatred of past is still all around.
Keep love in your heart and never lose faith.
Do your part in these times and never cause scathe.
Please forgive me my God and the part that I’ve played.
Please cast down your light and help to persuade.
We all have thrown stones in our self-righteous ways.
I now see the light and the error of my ways.
From this day forward I will no longer disrespect.
We are all created equal in every aspect.
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
alone with the enduring Earth, and Night.
With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;
who wrestles with his dream; as some pale shape.
Their sharp black heads against a quiet sky,
where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies.
As if the vanward clouds of evil days
Call to the HOURS, that in the distance play.
I'll miss thee sporting o'er the dewy lawn,
the spots and struggles of the timid Dawn
here where seclusion looks out on a scene
not what will be, but what, long since, has been.
So scathe it, as the flocks with venom-bite
And where the red was, lo! the bloodless white.
THE relic taken, what avails the shrine,
or crackling holly, or the gummy pine?
The trees are full of the dark-stooping night
with octaves of a mystic depth and height.
When life is done? Perchance in other spheres--
across the gulf of darkness and salt tears,
I would not tarry if I could be gone,
as one who having wandered all night long.
Among th' immortal pow'rs, and free from care;
even the torment sighs soft in the air.
The shrieking of the tempest-tortured tree,
of her most ancient, chastest mystery;
untouched by morning and untouched by noon,
three months bade wane and wax the wintering moon
with vain Inscriptions, which the Freeze has borne.
But see the sun-beams bright to labour warn?
Every conception that a man can find
that dwell within the compass of the mind
sink tower and temple; nothing long may stay
of watered light and dull drowned waifs of day.
Graveness of iron; moist black earthen mould;
an orb's dim throes, by iron stars controlled.
A climbing moon upon an empty sky;
the grey lawns cold where gold, where quickgold lies!
Light, darkness, air and water, heat and cold,
who can distinguish darkness from the soul
for him, that calls for Succour from the Throne
till either gorge be stuff'd or prey be gone?
Catch the faint voice, and raise the languid head.
what need of name or music hath the dead?
I hear huge Pestilence draw vaporous breath,
come, heavy sleep, the image of true death
with silent feet into sleep's poppied lair.
My Soul. I summon to the winding, ancient stair.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men
as silent Suns to meet the Night descend.
Are you sure you want to be my naughty girl tonight...
are you sure that your lips can handle
the heat of my love head sweet woman,
Take it...Take it all...
feel the depth of my rise for you
as it reaches the limits of your honyed velvet throat
touching the back of your hunger's fervor
grip the base of my soul's lust,
harden the shape and veins of my most sensitive skin,
grasp the smooth sack of my desire's wealth
yank them with the clench of seduction's ownership
feather me there with your soft, sweet hair,
teach me why I surrender my strengths to you
keep me speechless in the ecstasy of your incredible excellence,
spin a slick lyric around this thick rim of ruby swelter,
sing on me, with the saliva of purest crave,
feast on me with an unrefined finesse,
let every surface of your mouth soothe and scathe
slip and glide along the sides of my alert, throbbing attention,
I'm thrown back by the release of your popping lips
you let the fragranced air of your authority wisp me
speaking to me with eyes that say you have my heart fire in you -
J.A.B.
Kindled my soul at the time of my birth.
It feeds my craving for the boundless,
superior joys of desiring to be soulless.
Owing to the breadth-widening death.
Like it drew the moth to the fire spot,
Your heart will no longer be the same.
The zeal blazed deep within my frame.
Being your goal is all I desire in my heart.
Similar to how a fire burns logs of wood.
It turned each log into a heap of dust.
If life across you falls apart, hold trust.
Adding soul light to fire as a lover should.
She swayed to the rhythm of her drum.
Drumming swings penetrated the darkness.
Fireflies lit the way with a sharp blackness.
I'm baffled; what drives you to clean scum?
Sharp fangs tear your soul aside eating fire.
Embrace those who support your view in dark.
I quietly beg for red flowers and a sheer stark.
You are aware that I grant you light and choir.
Your eyes shine brightly in the sunlight.
Your presence brightens my every day.
Your inner fire inspired me in every way.
Not even a single tear escapes my sight.
Cast light on the radiant hunger of life,
increase with each brilliant dawn beam
and soothe during the night's quiet gleam.
Where every day creates various strife.
Your best mate is your spunky soul fire.
Seeing love in your eyes quenches the carrier.
I pray that your soul sets fire to every barrier.
It aims to foster a mindset over your pyre.
My skin is on fire from the pain of a needle.
as if a comet is hurling toward the sun.
The soul's shells burn, fall, and hold a ton.
I understood how life and death wheedle.
Will we all perish in the raging fire?
Restore our spirits and release us.
Water was enabled to stoke the glory.
Without wings, you are stuck in a dire.
Hopes were burned by fire-spawned smoke.
It faded from vibrant light, fearful of wrath.
Should it be uprooted if it strikes a scathe?
Will wiping the slate or leaving it to invoke?
Written: December 10, 2022
DEVIL AMONG US or just MANY FACES
Hebrew described Satan as adversary,
Not a sole individual that you should worry.
But they walk among us.
They talk among us.
Never noticed? I doubt it;
As they drop their despicable bomb among us.
Never faced one? It’s skeptical,
Check out the mirror; they born among us.
In our era, it's people with many faces preying on disgust.
Let you out to dry scathe or rust.
A face that you thought you can trust upon,
Turned out to be loathsome with a prosaic face on.
Nowadays Satan suits up to a comic character.
You don't know what cynicism you come across at the end of your vector.
Nocuous it is, being credulous on your side,
don’t trust me? Try yourself as long as you can abide.
So what to do? Just wondering never resolves,
A face to develop a character to evolve.
Make your heart an invincible fortress,
Bearing plushy reflection, discreet your clouds of distress.
And every time the verdicts on you;
With a grin on face see if it comply, else eschew.
Just like everyone else around in demise,
Go on conceal your face, not even devil can recognize.
- Prateek Shukla
I wish I had a straight line to heaven,
I’d ask God a question or two.
With all of these different beliefs,
I wonder just what we should do.
Is it ok to read stories to our children,
like the old tale of green eggs and ham.
How about the ugly duckling,
or the legendary Sam I am.
With each life that is brought into this world,
how do you see them from above.
Why do some abandon their children,
while others give them unending love.
How can some drugs have more value,
than poor Billy or sweet little Ann?
What exactly are your thoughts on this world,
and its religion, organized by man.
These are just a few of my questions,
they’ll be answered one day, I have faith.
Until then please dwell in my heart,
and forgive me for causing any scathe.
You believe me to be an altruistic man as I smile with sneering reluctance.
You may think me gentle as I extend my hand in goodwill, but degraded am I as I wistfully watch my hand recoil from your filthy phalanges with its foul clutch.
You wave me off poised as I stand here in this field laden with perennial flowers as they stir aloft, but unbeknownst to you I berate you as you retreat afoot and go forth from my company into the night.
You deliver beautiful words in my image unto your friends, but I carry your name with seething indiscretion into the fire.
You entitle me as a "friend", but I explicitly fornicate your secrets as I spitefully scathe and scoff unto you.
You divulge your mysteries but I deprecate them and take exception to your standing as I plunge you within rueful nether worlds foreboding in treachery and wretchedness...
Why? For I have no pride unto you.
You place your life you into my palm and recite proverbs appealing for my heart unto yours, but guileful am I and in wicked glee do I carry unto the grave your beauty with its secrets.
You inscribe me as a "fiancée" into forever without recognising the falsifier whose witness bears mistaken.
You smile as your recite dreams aforementioned in times bygone, but I chastise you, and your children do I condemn into hell for their fondling fledgling and fornicated perversions.
You call me a "friend", but I am forever you
Oceanic
sight awful shudder
haunt;
media echoing news;
Poverty sad sad
view....
Begging for some
mercy and food to
eat;
Rags and filth ~
children on street;
Is this what we
gave?! STOP!
Rain bullets and
bombs clouding the
heavens;
Scathe canopy
'causing fear;
Is this what we
gave?! STOP!
Black and blue polka
dots pattern
scattered;
Zigzag drumbeat
beatings hurt;
Is this what we
gave?! STOP!
Hobnob campaign
rapport on
elections;
Blind eyes ¬ deaf
ears corruption;
Is this what we
gave?! STOP!
our earths' lifeline
continuum decline;
widespread worldwide
pollution ;
Is this what we
gave?! STOP!
Collapsing to brain
drain thoughts,
hearts and soul;
Spread wings push
down poverty;
Set mind! Strive
hard! Act now!
YES, WE can MAKE
this EARTH a BETTER
PLACE!
Life legacy beyond
years.
Come one! Come
all! START SOON!
(c) Olive Eloisa
4:17pm
July 03, 2014
Sponsor Sheri
Fresonke Harper
Contest Name What I
Gave
2nd place, to God be
the glory.. :)
Tears surge as I revisit the pages
My mind clears, I recollect the stages
As we held hands and walked a promise path
of the undreamed hope since we said “I do”
Shook the dust of discarded past and grew
Adieu , were not intended for our breath
I lie in comfort upon your lap, scathe,
breathing deep, your saintly healing come through
Ought, slumber peaceful?
My soul burst with your absence
full with equanimity
My unmoving wing
extends forth to bring you home.
You shall live till time is due
9/29/2016
Three Style II - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
There was hue...There was dew..
A lot of smiles...& some tears too...
Lot of friends....trusted enemies few...
Known to me was bliss and happiness...
And then there was You....
You walked in through the mystical light...
Full of blissful learning and pure delight...
I wished all harm be out of your sight...
I tried to help and be there with all my might...
You had many a story to tell.. ... lies shared little did i know..
One day all that i selflessly gave ...would be turned against my own soul...
I walked beside you in complete faith of all i was told....till God could take no more...
He stole the moments and tore me apart to maybe save and take control...
Why did the truth not come forth from you...i will never fathom...
When all i asked of you was simple facts..and never judged or held your heart for ransom...
In truth we could have served our noble cause...in it's pure light we could have stood so tall..
Why then did you not think to protect my heart...and let it in this well of lies fall..
Did you not but once stop and think of how i might feel...
When you realized all my spirit one day your untruth would steal...
For all the love and care i gave ... i got back a handful of allegations....
Enough to destroy my heart and soul and demolish all my aspirations...
Why i ask my angels did i deserve this humiliation...
So much strife , scathe , suffering and frustrations....
All i gave was undying care and genuine love...stood by you always...
Never did i let you down when needed..never did i walk away when your call heeded...
For all that was shared...Why wasn’t i spared....
To give me an ounce of honesty ..back i wish the person cared....
As life moves on...with some hurt and some hope too.....
As i try and remain to my life's purpose true....
I remember once i had my innocent heart and soul that believed in people and truth..
...And then there was You
Random Penning….Ruhi..
Will Cherry Blossoms Bloom Again?
The wrath of nature shows it face, in cherry-blossom land
Where the Tsunami spewed salt water, and churned up piles of sand
As it wiped out people, like a scathe cutting grass
But this time, sadly, its memory will not pass
When a wall of waves rose forty feet high
Then, momentarily, they obliterated the sky
As terrified people scrambled for their lives
Little children, grandmothers, husbands and wives
Two years later, this monument of horror remains
As an untouchable shroud, that imprisons people's pains
The black and burned reactors, now twisted and torn
Are reminders, like hideous visions, there to warn
The human inhabitants, of this planet Earth
That the time has now come, to consider the dearth
Fukushima portrays, from an unrelenting source
Of our planet's anger, with unprecedented force
These oceans could surge forth, time and time again
Leaving behind gray pictures of misery and pain
Like those now framing Fukushima's gruesome ground
Where not a trace of healthy life, can be found
Or the vision of a mother letting go her baby's hand
As the dead child slips away, in water mixed with sand
To me, the sun's our answer, to set us all free
To see cherry blossoms bloom again, for eternity.
oOo
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