Best Scorn Poems
East of Eden we still painfully churn
where belief is earliest bloodshed's birth
and every wicked man shall have his turn
to spill his rage upon the wretched earth.
From outer realms there can only come sin
and for fear and hatred of all unknown
we'll slay the unspoken laws from within
and by new laws tear the flesh from the bone.
All good, all righteous, though not all the same
and devious on the wicked man's path
we'll not escape, for the truest voice came
and told that we'll harvest the grapes of wrath.
The soil and the rains and the winds of pain
now have cast upon us the scorn of Cain.
4rh November 2018
able bodied service man off to fight a war battle scorn
4/14/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2018©
When waking to a new dawned morn,
refreshed from healthy, dreamy sleep,
we soon confront all held, old scorn
that we have yet to cleanly sweep.
We will sip pain in our coffee,
day long notice it in our seat.
Ignored, resentment will ill spree
through us and constantly repeat.
Hurts fester, ever growing scope.
Our anger will feed while we dine,
when bathing rage can froth like soap
while we read, bile shows in each line.
Only forgiveness will bring light
to ease the weight of each felt slight.
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THESE ARE THE WORDS THAT HAD TO BE IN THE POEM
Abomination scorn Affection Passion Yearning
Struggle Attempt Cherish Relationship Flame
Taste Tender Inner soul Bloom Bamboozle
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I was a woman scorn
Unknowingly cherished a relationship
where the flame was no longer existent;
where time flew by in the distance and I missed
everything in my life I intended
because I was accepting a me that depended
on him
I made an attempt to bamboozle the truth
and convince myself that he wasn’t screwing Kim
Ultimately I faked passion and lustfully feigned for affection
since I’d been betrayed
So, I got down on my knees and I prayed
I began yearning for knowledge of my Inner soul
I began to taste freedom and feel whole
The healing began and my consciousness rose - fresh bloom
It was no longer a struggle to end an abomination that would
prove to be a path of doom
I
I looked below and saw the dawn from here,
Disturbing may, below the light- a man.
II
“Oh, stranger most, shall I ask you with fear?”
III
“Dear one, you fear no one”, replied the man,
“Nor Him, you fear Him not for you are but
The holder of the strings of those you sight.”
IV
A second by, I asked him in abrupt,
“The guardians of the roof, had they loved me?”
V
He voiced: “Their love are drawn in stitching crossed,
Exquisite yet details are course, you see?
The veil from where it rests you should have tossed,
Each thread in havoc, one chaotic sea!”
VI
I spared a tear, his face did went outworn,
Afar the lake I headed. God, I’m torn!
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KIDDIE SCORN
Little boy blue went
looking for a stray
He came upon a
maiden asleep in the
hay
Said he, I’ll slip
round and kiss her
awake
But found he’d made
a bad mistake
For pretty Nell,
though small in
size,
Sent Blue a crying
with two black eyes
Dust swirls heavily in the air
I choke on each painful breath.
Wailing cries from everywhere
mingled with blood and throes of death.
Turn cloak! You sneak off with jingling gold
singing some cowardly song.
No moral creed, no worthy code
a vile traitor you’ve been all along.
I will not die, not here, not now…
these grievous wounds aside.
I’ll hunt for you, and this I vow,
my vengeance shall not be denied.
So make your peace, you pathetic worm
together to hell we’ll abscond.
I’ll be your escort, if just to confirm
it’s the devil from whence you were spawned.
Who making acquaintance, shall mightily hiss,
your perfidious deeds he’ll revile.
Forever you’ll anguish in silent abyss,
to hell’s deepest circle, I’ll see you exiled.
And when you regret ever having been born
and seek desperately, an end to your strife,
I’ll come with a sneer, and a token of scorn:
the gold which you thought worth my life.
07/30/15
The grass is trying to squeeze back through cement cracks.
Dying to breath.
Though we're dying for it.
Black sheets on top of dirt comforters.
Soiling the soil.
Beneath water boils.
We need the weeds oxygin.
But slay said weeds like sin.
A little river of green flows through a darkened hardened lake.
Walking a fake land made by mans hand.
One by one a tree on every block.
Standing with its dead brothers and sisters.
Watching them chained together like slaves under us.
Nature is fighting back.
From underground it plots in its mixing pot with everyone and everythings reconnecting soul. Understanding now of what we are taking for granted.
The trees know.
The bushes know.
The flowers, fruits and vegitables...
They all know.
The grass, or pawns as I may, resuface on our lawns during the time of Spring to remind us of mother natures message.
But when it reaches a peak, we rain gasoline fueld machines apon the weak and defenseless.
The letter is hidden.
Buried underground.
We've become too illiterate to open the the book our fathers have carved from small portions of the trees.
Unbalanced is the radiance of Earths beauty.
It is our duty to not forget our roots.
Where we come from and continue to be birthed from.
Our mother Earth.
Our home.
Eve dresses the night to Dawn's scorn
At the other side of midnight awaits Dawn
Watching over the night waiting for her turn
Dawn whittles the time for Eve to begone
Moon and stars dance to night's drawn
Eve's presence causing a slow burn
At the other side of midnight awaits Dawn
Eve swims the night pond like a pretty swan
To churning eyes a hearts a spurn
Dawn whittles the time for Eve to begone
Moon and stars a romancing is spawn
Eve is in the middle like a rose to a fern
At the other side of midnight awaits Dawn
Raindrops and dew spread over Eve's a fawn
To spurning eyes a hearts a churn
Dawn whittles the time for Eve to begone
First break of daylight gives Eve's a yawn
Dawn's presence causing a slow burn
At the other side of midnight awaits Dawn
Dawn whittles the time for Eve to begone
connie pachecho
1/9/17
No words to mend,
Hell's lack of moderation.
No salve to cool,
This fire’s damnation.
No drink to drown,
This love's dying thirst.
No breeze to blow,
Away this wretched curse.
No passion to hold to,
Through days so trying.
No voice to scream
But inside I'm dying!!
Never scorn my pure passion,
for it has no seed of abomination
and I have not made any attempt
to have a taste from another honey well
nor do I bamboozle you with my glittering sheepish look.
You alone has has been the centre
of this wild fire that burns within.
Now that our love is in bloom
my inner soul feels the thrill
of your tender affection which I cherish,
Oh my love, I yearn for a magical touch from you
Sitting in the seat of scorn...shackled and chained tangled and torn
Mangled by memories that ingest me like monsters
In the belly of a beast...six million feet under
Deformed and disfigured are my thoughts, hopes, and dreams
Sitting in the seat of scorn my soul screams
Sitting in the seat of scorn...reading scarlet love letters
with blood dripping off feathers
I can't change the wind and I can't change the weather
Black clouds spewing bad medicine invade another sunny day
The devil gets paid as self pity pours out
I'm bitter like wormwood with no way out
Sitting in the seat of scorn...my soul shouts
Sitting in the seat of scorn...the world passes me by like I never was born
Invisible man with an iron hand of hate
I can't let go of the anger and the rage
Burn the book and turn another page
Sitting in the seat of scorn...on that blasphemous brink
Straight to the bottom my soul sinks
Locked away on some quasi-doctors couch
Spilling untold secrets to eager ears
Hoping for absolution
Knowing I've fallen from grace
Holding onto untold rage, jealousy of a love that isn't mine, trying to save face
Trying to be the good wife, keep up the charade of a good life
Hoping earnestly to forget and forgive
Wretched heart, easily bruised, easily broken
Yearning for closure, distance, unbidden hurts, unspoken
Compounded feelings of inadequacy, suffering unseen
Yearning for a place, brought to desolation, naked, so base, so mean
Crying a silent scream
Hiding pain from prying eyes
Lying that everything is beautiful and I'm okay
Holding out a hollow shell
At the end of the day
Poison words
Small shattered, scattered dagger tipped arrows wound the innocently
Dangerous, poised, poisonous,
Volcanic ire, fire and ice
my secret vice
Hell hath no fury like a woman deeply scorned
You had your chance
You've been fairly warned
How could I love one—
That fails to grow sickly in love with the word?
That thinks them dull to hold,
And yet—with great interest,
Caresses the hand that writes it?
How could I love one—
One who is deaf to the music of poetry?
Who clutches at me heartily,
But believes a phrase…
To be but only a phrase?
And not a life?
Do I live then—
Only with my mind?
And to scorn that phrase!
Not that I have not scorned something in ignorance—
Not that I have not disrupted beauty before—
But to scorn what I deem the best that I am—
How could I love such a one?
How could I live to love at all?
And yet do I live to love—
Even those that detest such words—
That have not a pleasant thing to say,
Nor an opinion to utter,
Nor a care to conceive—
And yet I do love
Those that will not understand
Just as I love without understanding
How can I ever find what it is that harms me so—
That I may grab it—
And effortlessly forgive it!
How could I say to you, or he, or she?
That you must love something
With immaterial means to love?
I am harmed foolishly it seems then—
Because I am in love with my own dreams
My own poetry—
And not enough in love with reality
While in turn,
I scorn
As any human would,
Just enough to love—
But one
Never scorn my pure passion,
for it has no seed of abomination
and I have not made any attempt
to have a taste from another honey well
nor do I bamboozle you with my glittering sheepish look.
You alone has has been the centre
of this wild fire that burns within.
Now that our love is in bloom
my inner soul feels the thrill
of your tender affection which I cherish,
Oh my love, I yearn for a magical touch from you