Best Scissored Poems
Mauve sweetheart of mountains
your petals pulse purple twilight and scatter small stars
amongst scars, whilst wars rage on the world's dark stage
and the stage disintegrates, becomes a mass grave,
scissored by shadow and scythed by sorrow.
Yet graves are amethyst-studded with promises of tomorrow;
lifeless lilac revived by meandering kisses of mountain streams...
Sleepy sweet-scented stars dream delicate dusk,
bloom on hostile ground, birthed from rocky earth,
storm-swayed but unbroken, budding
through the longest night, awakening
violet visages unfurling from the heart of dark
to be reborn in gold-gifted dawn.
Tenacious you cling as morning sings
to the small yellow sun that rises
in each resilient heart.
old saw
scissored shades of Betsycoed
taste of yester youth's sweet tones
splashing sound of forest water
kissing shining sacred stones
Dreams of swirling druids dancing
in the faery water's rill
flash reflective thoughts of flight
The dragon tears yet spill
The druid hymn of waiting
for greed to die of want
a constant scream of tortured winds
belie the curse of can't
What matters ought to those who fought
and died that I be here
to stand beneath a blazing sky
and gaze upon the Western sea
moments of reflective thought
pondered on expressed and caught
to feed an ever growing need
To dig and rap and plant a seed
That blossoms in another mind
Repeated as the finest kind
to be forever sowing seed
To seed
And time to spend with thee
Her dreams are scissored
Her hopes are shattered
She groans to a deaf world
Her ears are swamped with words
She's stuck with the bed
While her peers are paging through the future
She is a burden, oh !!!she is nuisance ..
She sometimes dust her self off
Yet can't find the ground to put her feet
It robs her of her joy
She goes through life with a soft mind ,yet cold heart
She sometimes hates the gender
And all she has is herself...
Teenager, protect your future
Teenager, don't murder your heart prematurely
Teenager, protect your future
Teenager, don't be your monster
Society, let's protect their future
Teenage pregnancy is an enemy, not to teenagers, but society...
These words are woven
With threads of tear
Laced in the needle of anguish.
In truth, I can tell of how it feels
To be pinched by piercing pain.
My soul is scissored
My heart, ripped apart
My mind refuse to mend.
And I am not the only one
Dressed in this pale grief gown.
I'm only a friend
Who became a brother.
And if asked to write about you,
Would wield metallic words
With no Ore of exaggerations.
Should it be of your seemingly sweet smile
Which springs from the fountain within?
Or your ever merry soul
And your charming Nightingale voice
Resounding melodiously
With a magnetic vibrato
That can pull a cripple to wiggle in dance?
Should it be tales of your tender love for younger Souls?
The curvy smile your lips form
When you openly chant
Secret words with Mom?
I can go on and on,
Down the slope of memories
Picking golden coins as I
Surf the subway
Of the time we shared.
The news of your demise
Was the uncorked grenade,
Thrown through the passage of my ears,
Leaving my heart in shreds.
I had thought you'd come back
And walk me down the street,
Smiling, as we compare heights.
I had thought that before
heading North again,
I'll sure see you at your best;
Only to be told that you lay in rest,
That your sun suddenly
Became shy; refusing to rise.
Today is your birthday
But you're not here to celebrate it.
We could blow out the candles: for you
With wishes that you'd stay.
But this birthday girl returned to dust..
P.S: Doris Jorju Ikhile...
#Sky-dahWeighWordSon loves you,
#Simisola does,
#Morolake too.
#Baju (Obe Leo) miss you.
#Oyindamola was broken.
#Olamide felt numb.
#Nikho hope you stayed.
#RCCG Everlasting Light Parish forever loves you.
#Mom??? No other woman deserves to MOTHER you. Birthing and nurturing you in a way others envy; with love exceptional.
We miss you and you'll forever remain Dear to our Hearts.!!!
I brooded and pondered upon the matter pensively
A revengeful delight as SATAN'S might burnt to embers
While damning others lives, the vixen's tongue slithered smoothly
Her FUTURE plans poisonously clouded our family
Fire, blood, scissored clothes found their way in horrendously
Had read about the protective rings from our saviours
Faith in unchanging destiny made me pray fervently
And trust in the self testified against voodoo destroyers
The SAPPHIRE rock that our family treasures guardingly
Fortified the BLOODLINE from evil eye of beguilers
Bouncing back on the covetous even more ruthlessly
CREATIVE efforts of prayers obliterated connivers
Satan's, Future, Sapphire, Bloodline, Creative
14 syllables per line
June 2, 2016)
Timothy Hicks
Chiseled bone fibre silences white noise water
Shiv splits through throat, jugular scissored
Flung spray fusillade's lain flat slaughter
Bluster bullseye stabs canvas concave
Albatross follow our sharp slipstream
Wind vane spins blur invisible
Dolphin pod adjacent symbol
Ludicrous becomes our lucid dream
Green glaze wake calms crazed waves
Plunge smashes panic, pindrop pools surface
Instinctive dive into icy effervescence
Jolts flailing heart buoyed purpose
Castaways tack to breeze's best advantage
Seahorse spawns, cloud coral hammock
Hull pointed toward demand
Relentless racing hour hand
Gathered globe gauges chances gigantic
Skippers puncture tides, shark agile voyage
20th February
Triumphant Felicity
the languid petals of addiction fall in a silent way
drugs to wipe clean the scribbled slate of the mind
adrift and alone on the ocean of the bathroom floor
down on my luck down on my knees
scissored by shadow and scythed by sorrow
ice-knives stab my stinging skin
the stark-sudden cold relief of white
as snow sugar-sifts the street
the outer world recedes pain splinters lodge deep
I know the scream of silent weeks
1. In a Silent Way
2. Confessions of a Baby Snatcher
3. Sea Pearl
4. the night is freezing fast
5. Ramonda
6. we're sinking
7. Black and White
8. Illness Is
9. Out My Window
10. When Silence Speaks
We harvested so many grapes each day,
Our hands and lips were purpled, stained
The shade of royalty: kings gone away
To die with queens, till rust remained
Of each tarnished throne and crumpled gown.
Inside her bed at night she floated far from me,
And like a knight that tugs a queen’s great gown,
I knew my enemy was brute Eternity,
That crushes kingdoms made of stone or dreams.
She often mentioned autumn—back at school,
Her words like shears, slicing well-stitched seams
Upon the royal tapestry, a cruel
And fitting ending to the fading myth,
Once woven lovingly, now scissored with!
Imitating the waves,
I try to end the attachment
touching the shores,
then moving away.
Search for eternity erases
the designs. Birth
and death cling together.
I let go the passion,
the deviation of fear.
There cannot be two lives.
When the illusion meets
the pain, truth laughs,
I forego my future,
tear the past and burn the present.
Failed life hangs on
the silence of sorrow.
Names don’t hold any charm
they come & go. Days
drop like long coats
I search the night.
The desperate seeking
will not end the journey
It is there in the dark hole of the heart.
A pitless gloom.
I am afraid to be revealed.
Art of life is scissored,
Anniversary of flirtation
with death forgotten. We celebrate.
SATISH VERMA
Baptism grasps, water channels multiply surface
Scissored scenes lay platters simutaneously
Owl eyed creek spurs my metamorphosis
Billowing claim is domain of striving trees
Frigid inhalation arrests latent vulnerability
Surrendour, dove's fallen feather alleviates
Split awareness open as oyster delivers me
Vantage announced by intricacies of lace
scissored shades of Betsycoed
taste of yester youth's sweet tones
splashing sound of forest water
kissing shining sacred stones
Dreams of swirling druids dancing
in the faery water's rill
flash reflective thoughts in flight
The dragon tears yet spill
The druid plan of waiting
for greed to die of want
a constant stream of tortured words
belies the curse of can't
To stand beneath a blazing sky
and gaze upon the Western sea
Moments caught reflective thought
Time to spend with Thee
In dappled shades of symric sylvan
Beside the watered stones
One sits in contemplation
Of dragon lore and bones
With mistletoe and golden blades
Did others come to own the earth
and citify these olden glades
In this the sheltered home of druids birth
is played a symphony of mother earth
Green woods whisper sad laments
Raining tears are heaven sent
To wash romance from slaughters
And thus the shades do sit and wait
To see the grasping greeds abate
As stones grow round amid the sound
of ever dancing waters
Beneath the moon in perfect rhythm
The shadows cling and move as one
A paragon of scissored arms and legs
Around the forest until they’re done
The Owls hoot the Larks they sing
A melody to cheer them on
The windswept leaves decor so vast
Dark in the night until they’re gone
Ghostly bright from up so high
The moon it glows ever brightly so
Wolf howl far away I hear it cry
Shadows deaf they just continue to go
Clouds as Heavenly rose bushes
In the sky
Charcoaled veined branches
Pushing and piercing
Entangled knotted wooden arms
Acquiring the sky
Captivating territory
Pressing into spongy soft
Of early darkness.
Molding their wishes into Blue
Tranquility cut, scissored-in
As hurrying birds chisel their way
Into darkening
Descending day.
She scissored his skin between her teeth
His moan increasing as she increased the pressure
His fingers snaked her back
A shiver of want parkouring itself up her spine
His fingers entwined in the curls of her hair
He pulled her from his shoulder
desperate to taste her lips
His lunge thwarted by the turn of her cheek
Her eyes beamed with cheek
As she forced him deeper
Stopping as fast as she began
Kiss me he begged
Clasping his chest hair she pulled him towards her
There kiss uneven and sloppy
but filled with passions ache
She pushed him back onto the bed
The mattress accepting his shape easily
The soft temperance of moving together to the same end
is where the seams
refused to meet
there isn't reason here
for redundancy
my "tiny dancer" is still turning
in her jewelry box
I haven't opened her
for years
She is ready
for tiny dances
"in my head"
"hold me close"
and we are
'Almost Famous'
I forgot to "count the headlights
on the highway"
I counted colors
instead