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...

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Inspired by Andrew Wyeth Watercolor Painting -- Wind From the Sea, 1947




Standing in the old house
A strange mixture of feelings erupt within me
My roommates Depression,...

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to my kindred soul
...i know you are out there
somewhere on the other side
across cobblestone streets
that scorn my feet, like hearts
on the pathways and wrong turns
of...

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yesterday is a collection
of photographic memories
tomorrow a whirlpool of
                ...

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I remember
when I was a poor boy
and nobody loved me
mamma's tears felt like acid
burning holes in my heart -
I became breathless

triggers came without a guarantee
violence...

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~ Yolanda was--her name ~    Featuring:) Leonora Galinta

From a hell storm,
A mighty she-devil took on its form
Like a woman scorn ascending from...

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Seared upon my soul for ever more
That break of dawn upon a summer morn
As I made my way along that rocky shore
Strewn with remnants from...

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I tracked along a silver trail
carved out from Earthly dust
by rays persistent in the dark 
and midnight wanderlust.

It led me to a bubbling fount
of sulfurous...

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Written: January 27, 2024
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"Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary...

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With hair ablaze, a jester unconfined,
I scoffed at the mundane, its life declined.
My wardrobe, a riot, a rhapsody bold,
Mismatched socks my standard, stories untold.

In classrooms...

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A wistful smile upon her face,
Belies the look I need to trace;
For love needs not cruel rejection,
Instead it longs for sweet perfection.

Reaching out to touch...

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At center of soul,
Lien my  wealth  of gold,
In the bible,
You’re very well liable,
To see gold,
In centerfold,
Of soul,

Not in centerfold ,
Of playboy, so bold,
Not...

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i stand beneath the moon
attempting to admire its beauty;
it's as full as my mind
with thoughts of you
i feel the breath of wind
a tender, welcomed touch
against...

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Crisp end of winter morning,
my shovel digs the soil,
turning over weeds and worms,
and watch them twist and coil …
hoe the dirt once more again,
until a...

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For those who observe Good Friday, may God fill your heart 
with the hope of the resurrection

The crowd is mixed -
some on their knees,
some raise...

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